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vamph00n · 4 months

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⊹₊｡ꕤ˚ “all of you” ꕤ˚₊⊹

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softbfhoonxfemreader !!minors dni!!

-synopsis: Sunghoon is your sweet boyfriend, he adores you so much, he could never say no to you. But your relationship was fairly new, wouldn’t you scare him off with your not so innocent fantasy?

!!warnings!! Smut! soft Hoon, perverted reader, pillow humping, vanilla sex, unprotected sex, it’s all very sweet, cute filth?Readers hair be ran through with hands, a new relationship in lovey dovey phase.

-a/n: this is not proofread, and it’s entirely self indulgent.

-wc: longer than it should’ve been.

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A sweet boyfriend you had, he was so considerate.

By your side at all times, even met your parents during the holidays even though you dated for merely a month. He was responsible really, always making sure you ate well, and calling to see if you were okay whenever he’d work late. He’d even make up for his time not spent with you whenever he could, and took it slow in your relationship because he loved you. He respected you, saw you on level with him and always made sure you knew it, by letting you be your own person. No matter how badly he wanted to be the only man in your life. No matter how possessive he knew he could get, he wanted you to be happy. He wanted all of you, and didn’t want you to hide any of that away behind his own selfish need to be only one to get your attention.

He wanted to take this seriously, he’s an adult after all, and it’s you he’d lose if he didn’t play the game right.

So sickeningly sweet he was, always making sure to ask for consent before making love, when you both knew damn well your wet cunt was always weeping for him. His hands always so gently traced the curves of your body, readying you for him. His beautiful hands, groped, massaged, and caressed. Most importantly he’d never failed to forget to roll on a rubber before diving in. Oh how he was so responsible…. Kisses, and bites, scratches and marks. His back was always painted with them after a steamy night.

“ ‘m sorry.” Is what you would say the mornings after as you saw him get up seeing the state you left it.

You’d receive a kiss on your forehead, and a hand to your cheek, “I don’t mind them darling.” He’d say with the upmost love in his eyes.

You really couldn’t ask for more, he was perfect. But you were only human, you wanted more from him, all of him.

You let him dive his head into you folds, let his tongue get entangled in your core as your cry for more. He’d let you down his length, his oh so pretty cock. And like a good girl you’d swallow every drop of his pleasure when he’d release in your mouth. Yet… you knew it was crass, you had only dated him for a month, and maybe he wasn’t into it… but you wanted him. You wanted to take him raw.

You wanted it so bad, it made you feel so irresponsible compared to him. No amount of liquor and girls nights, could prepare you for what your friends called your honeymoon phase. It hit you like a truck, and you definitely didn’t expect to need him this much after having a taste of him. So much to the point where you threw your common sense out of the window. So you tried your best to keep this dark little secret to yourself. At least as well as you could.

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Time again, you’d find yourself in his home laying in his bed. It smelt like him, his sheets. Not quite washed, but not quite dirty. A musk you grew fond of.

The sound of the shower in the other room was apparent as he washed up, and you sat in his bed waiting for him to lay with you.

Dressed in his hoodie and undergarments, you sat patiently. One thing you had noticed before when you first started dating, was that his bedside table always had tissues and lotion. They since disappeared when you and him got intimate more often, which made you giddy. But today, there they were, back out on his nightstand.

There was no anger, and no disappointment, but a thought creeped into your mind. Where was the tissue he came in? A perverted thought, because he probably threw it away, but you couldn’t help it. What images of you popped into his head when he did it? Did he look at any photos of you? You hoped so. Biting your lip, and feeling all hot and bothered, your thighs rubbed together unconsciously. Then you thought of it more. Perhaps he was messy? Maybe a mere drop got on his bed, or his pillows.

A whore for his cum, that he never gave unless it was in your mouth, you craved it. You never thought you’d crave some silly semen before, but you needed it. Needed to feel it in you. You needed to feel him shoot his load in you.

You’d feel so honored, to just let him release into you. Like it proved something. Just the thought of him chanting your name like a mantra, and letting him explode with pleasure in you.

Riding his pillow in between your legs, you oh so hoped he got a drop on it. If he did, that would’ve made this pathetic dry humping worth it. Like a little pervert, you thought, and you imagined. Closing your eyes, and furrowing your brows as you felt the plush material rub against your wet folds, you massaged your breasts.

Silent whimpers, it wasn’t as fufiling as your boyfriend himself. Your hole felt empty, in need of him. It was sobbing for him.

So engaged in your little fantasy, you failed to hear the click of the door, and the footsteps towards the bed.

You felt the bed ruffle, as someone sat down. Sunghoon sat down.

“You know, I could help you with that.” He stated with his eyes fixed on you.

Embarrassment was something you threw out the window, while it was still present. You stopped your hips from grinding deeper into the pillow, face with a flush of pink.

He scooted closer towards you, practically pinning you down before looking at your lips hungrily. He kissed you, your lips danced. It was sweet, like always, and so needy.

Sunghoon let go of the kiss, and looked at you, he was flattered you were getting off on his pillow (note his pillow) but there was still a semblance of disappointment in his eyes.

Why’d his girlfriend that he loved so much, cared for, and always made sure she was satisfied in bed; why did she have to resort to humping a pillow when he was a mere few feet away? Did he not pleasure her enough? Was he not actually fufilling what she wanted in bed? Did she have to fake it? He wasn’t normally an insecure man, but you had made him feel like that. Becasue right now you were everything to him. You had that effect on him.

“Baby. It’s embarrassing.” You mumbled,

Embarrassing how? For him and his pride? Yes. For you? There’s no way in his mind you’d ever do any wrong.

Your hands slipped in the waistband of his pants, snaking their way to his length. He was hard.

In a bitter spirit, he pulled your hand away. “Wouldn’t you rather continue what you were doing to pillow?”

His voice was half teasing, and a bit disheartening. You only resorted to that because of him, because he made you feel that way. But you could also argue he was being a hypocrite.

“Hoon, I could tell you the same thing.” You said looking over at the lotion and tissues on the nightstand, and his eyes followed yours.

He laughed. That’s what this was about? God, he didn’t realized how in love he was. “Baby, they’re out on the nightstand because I was cleaning the drawers, and I forgot to put them back.”

Now you feel stupid. “Oh.” How were you supposed to admit you weren’t angry at the possibility of him jerking off without you? But your little perverted thoughts about the sheer possibility of his cum being in his sheets made you like this?

How could you possibly explain this without shame? You had already been caught getting off, what good is it to admit the real reason? And beside where’s the fun in that? As masochistic as it sounds, waiting for him to suggest it himself wasn’t a game you enjoyed; you wanted to tell him.

He chuckled, how cute his girlfriend was for being upset over something like that. It also reasured himself, yet he felt like there was something plaguing her mind, because her eyes seemed to not be focused.

So attentive, he took his time to ease you.

He nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, kissing it, as you rolled your hips against him. You could feel his lips curl into a smile as he felt your desperation, eyes shut, and brows furrowed.

His lips grazed the skin on your neck, as he moved his head to level with you. It’s like he knew something was on your mind, whatever it was he wanted to hear it, and you could see it in his eyes.

“Talk to me Angel.” He purred, reaching over to the nightstand drawer to pull out a condom.

You watched as he did, the words wanted to escape from your mouth.

“Maybe we should get started hmm? Wouldn’t wanna leave you waiting.”

God, he knew what made you melt.

Before he could open it, you spoke up. “Can we not, um….”

He looked confused, did you not want do anything tonight? He was fine with it, but—

“I don’t want to use a condom tonight.” There, you said it.

Your poor boyfriend looked confused. Were you feeling alright? Did he hear that right? It was always the safest way to prevent any complications, but he knew you were on the pill…

“Uhh, can you say that again?” He asked.

“Hoon, I want you to cum in me.”

Shit. That was hot. That was so fucking hot, and he didn’t know why. He could see the eager expression on your face, and he reveled in it.

It’s like it clicked, and the gears in his little lovesick brain started turning.

“Is this what you were so worked about? The fact that I might have came into some tissue paper, but not into your little pussy?” He said lowly, as he slid your damp panties to the side.

God his mouth was so dirty, and you loved it. His fingers worked circles around your clit, and he was just as eager as you were. Wetness already collected all over your folds, he used it as slick to stimulate your little bud. As much as he wanted to put his aching dick into you right now, a bit of teasing always helped make you writhe under him when he finally stuffed your hole with what it craved.

“Be patient.” He muttered. A reaction to your hips moving for more friction. His eyes traveled to your lips, and crashed into them, feeling every breathy moan you let out.

You were having a hard time, your clit already swollen from rubbing against the pillow, and now you were almost close as he rolled it between his fingers.

It was torture for you, he loved watching you fall apart on his fingers, but you couldn’t bare to waste this moment on his fingers. Not tonight, not after him blessing you with the chance to take him raw.

You really tried your hardest not to climax, edging yourself, and he teased on. Working his fingers faster, occasionally slipping them into your hole.

“Hoon, I don’t wanna cum like this.” You mewled a bit teary eyed.

He only smirked, and slowed his movement. You liked it so much though? Why would he deprive you of this pleasure? Oh. That’s right.

He pulled his finger away, and thankfully so because any more, and you’d burst.

Sunghoon kicked off his sweats, a bit clumsily, and you both exchanged a small laugh, before he closed the distance between the two of you.

You grabbed at his length, stroking him. He practically shivered at your touch. His erection was practically glistening with precum already.

Maybe it was the fact you were so eager, but maybe also because he had secretly craved this aswell, he just never thought to bring it up in fear of scaring you off.

He groaned so audibly as you circled his tip with your thumb, his face slumping into your shoulder. “Don’t tease me now…”

It had seemed he was having as much as a hard time as you did when he fingered you. His pretty dick was probably so hard at the sight of you trying to keep your composure. You’d be stupid not to let him fuck into you.

Dragging his tip along your folds, you could feel it twitch. He wasn’t even in you, his bare cock just kissed your core so deliciously.

He took hold of his own, and guided it into your hole. He looked at your glassy eyes, asking for permission without words, and with a simple nod, you let him push it into you.

It was so different for him, he could feel all your juices coat his length, it left him almost gasping for air. This was almost too much, he was obviously too sensitive, overwhelmed with your tight little walls sucking him in.

He hadn’t even started moving, you swore you could feel each being of him in you. He was barely even pressing forward, and you could still feel him kissing the deepest parts of your depths.

With a swift hand, he placed a pillow under you on your lower back, and he shivered at the fact that his tip was practically kissing your cervix now that your parts were closer. He was loud about it, a moan like a melody. But you were louder about it.

“Fuck, Baby. I don’t think I’m gonna last long.”

You nodded in agreement. “Me neither, but god, can you please just move.” You whined so desperately.

No hesitation, his chest was up against yours, as his thrusts were slow, but deep and hard. Each time, you let out a moan, louder than the last. His breathing became shaky, and he was now mumbling incoherently.

“Hoon, you feel too good.”

He felt like he was in top of the world when you said that, breaking your symphony of moans. It made him want to got faster, chasing his high. After all it’s what you wanted. You wanted him to release into you.

His pace ramped up, and you could hear your name leave his mouth just like you’d hope. Just like you had fantasized. The small “ah’s” and “oh’s” were now gone, just the loudest sounds of pleasure replacing them.

You could feel a creeping feeling of your high approaching, and your boyfriend was showing no signs of slowing down.

“Shit, babe if you don’t slow down.” You said, cut off by his lips crashing into yours.

“Fuck me too, I’m gonna cum so deep into you.” He said as his hips snapped into you more aggressively.

A mere couple of thrusts away, you felt your own pleasure pool, and release. Chants, and moans, escaped your mouth. With so much praise, following it.

Sunghoon’s voice made a sharp high, and his eyes shut, and his dick twitched in you. He was balls deep, drunk on this feeling. With a small little clench of you walls, he could feel himself cum all over your womb.

Sloppy thrusts perused, he emptied his load into you, as you walls sucking him in. Absolute sobs, you couldn’t mistake it. He probably shedded a tear from it.

All was well, your fantasy’s perused, and your cunt was used just like you wanted it to be. It felt even better that you’d imagined it would be. So dumb, because why would you expect any less than perfection from Sunghoon?

A messy, and tired makeout session later. He ran his fingers through your hair, as his legnth was still buried in you.

Slowly, he pulled out, and it was like a wet dream. It was almost embarrassing how much he came in you, because it spilt out like honey.

So mesemerizdd but the sight it made him hard again.

A round of aftercare later, and the two of you laying against eachother, before you fell asleep he said something you’d take into the next few months in your relationship.

“You don’t need to think twice before asking me to do stuff like this with you.”

“Hell, you should’ve asked sooner.” Sunghoon added before you both fell asleep.

He gave you all of him, and showed he’d continue to. You’d be stupid not to comunticate with him more.

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rolling-restart · 2 years

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Kinktober by Rolling-Restart - Day 6

6. Cockwarming // Morning Sex *

*from the list of prompts by @the-purity-pen

Pairing: Sebastian Vettel/Charles Leclerc

Tags: adult content, mentions of anxiety

Summary: Charles is just too anxious before Singapore GP and Sebastian has an idea to relax him.

Sebastian is a patient man. People who knew him for years might disagree, remembering his early twenties but if passing years did any good to him, that would be the patience of a saint that he got progressively better at maintaining.

However, Charles pacing their hotel room for the past hour is threatening to break his peaceful existence and to start getting to his nerves. It is not Charles’s fault, not at all. Sebastian understands how unnerving it can be to race for Ferrari and to be repeatedly fucked by their incompetence. The eve of the Singapore GP is no different and this certain pole-sitter has every right to be nervous.

Sebastian wants to do something for him. Something, anything that would stop Charles from pacing like a mad man, biting his nails, pulling on his hair and picking on his skin like an anxious little sparrow, going too far with grooming to a point to hurt itself. He knows his words wouldn’t do much good because they both know that statistics are not on his side tomorrow. Still, it doesn’t stop him from desperately searching for a way to soothe his baby before he hurts himself with all that built up anxiety.

Then his brain comes up with the best idea he had that night.

“Charles? Baby?”

Hearing his names stops Charles on his track. He turns his head a bit too quickly, matching with his jumpy attitude. Sebastian sighs and gestures Charles to come closer. Charles has been overhasty with everything he did after he got the pole that afternoon and it honestly wrenches Sebastian’s heart to see how much this shitshow of a season getting to his baby.

Charles wastes no time approaching Sebastian, who has been lying on the bed with a vip view of Charles’s slowed down anxiety attack and barely stops when his knees hit the side of the bed.

“I know what would help you loosen up a little,”

Charles immediately lets off a huff.

“You know we cannot fuck before race, I need that pent up energy to win!”

A smug expression threatens to take over Sebastian’s face as response to Charles’s nervous sass. It is not overeager of Charles to anticipate a proposition because Sebastian’s past behaviour makes it painfully obvious that he can and would use any moment to get into Charles’s pants, “unfittingly to his old age” as Charles puts it. But this time, he has something else in mind.

“Who said anything about fucking?”

Charles rolls his eyes but still obliges when Sebastian pats his thighs. He makes himself home by straddling Sebastian’s lap, only the fabric of their pyjamas separating them.

“We don’t have to fuck but we need to stop you from eating your heart out.”

“How… How we are going to do that?”

The emphasis on his accent is a tell tale sign he is also getting flustered. This earns a chuckle from Sebastian while he cards Charles’s hair gently with one hand.

“What about you warming my cock, and tell me about what’s bothering you?”

It takes a comically short amount of time for Charles the flush all over at Sebastian’s words but it is a good sign that he didn’t respond by leaving Sebastian’s lap immediately by disinterest. Encouraged, Sebastian puts his hands on Charles’s hips and gives an experimental squeeze, as if it’ll make it easier for him to get an answer from Charles.

“Promise it won’t go too far? I have a race to win tomorrow.”

“Promise!”

Charles shyly extracts himself from Sebastian’s lap to get rid of his pyjama bottoms. They have been intimate on a regular basis for a while now but stripping part has always made Charles glance down a little, feeling exposed and safe at the same time.

Sebastian kicks his own pyjamas off and watches Charles fondly while he tries to strip gracefully. He has always found Charles’s chaste approach during foreplay very amusing and that night was no different.

Despite his previous indecision, Charles seems to be impatient to take what Sebastian promised him after getting undressed. However, Sebastian’s patience makes an epic comeback and decides to torture Charles a little by prepping him very slowly. Charles takes his position on his lap again and grinds agains Sebastian without even noticing. Prep work is even a messier mess because Sebastian has to hold Charles at place with one hand on his waist while trying to prep him gently with the other without spilling lube everywhere. Even if it was Charles who made him promise that no coitus will happen that night, he seems to changed his mind and is trying to fuck himself on Sebastian’s fingers. That prompt Sebastian to grab him even more firmly to hold him in place.

“Liebling, we had a promise.”

Charles does his best to stop his little rocking movements and takes a deep breath to recalibrate himself. Sebastian tries to hide his arousal to not not rush Charles into anything but he is sure that Charles can feel his pulsing erection pressing on his hips.

“I’m sorry…putain…It j-just feels so good.”

Sebastian smiles softly at his partner, completely surrendered and at his mercy, and decides not to make it any more frustrating than it already is. He slicks his cock up with the leftover lube on his hand quickly because even saints have their limits and he is getting closer to his.

Charles lets out a sinful whine when Sebastian replaces his fingers with his cock. His head promptly falls on Sebastian’s chest and he just tries to breath. It takes all his willpower to not thrust but Sebastian manages to bottom out and wait until Charles collects himself. He takes his time to admire Charles’s flushed chest, pink face and wet lips with dry breath escaping between them. He grabs Charles’s waist with both hands, just in case he decides to turn this into something more but Charles looks just too overwhelmed with the feeling to try something mischievous.

A couple moments later, Sebastian catches Charles’s gaze and his chest swells with intimacy and compassion for the young man on his lap. Charles is happy with him. There is no rush, no running away, just the enjoyment of this simple pleasure while sharing an unbelievably intimate moment. The tension of Charles’s shoulder dissolves like marshmallow in hot chocolate and he goes nearly limp in Sebastian’s arms. They can go on forever like that, Sebastian thinks. Without having to share Charles with anything, without any harm coming to either of them, they can hide in this moment of intimacy forever.

Charles’s breathing slows down after speeding up and Sebastian realises that he is close to dozing off on his lap. He kisses his flushed shoulders, his neck and wherever he can reach until Charles is covered with feather light kisses all over. Charles murmurs something that is too low for Sebastian to hear and puts his face in the crook of Sebastian’s neck. He hears the soft snore a moment later and his heart fills up with all the emotions he doesn’t even dare to name. He probably should take himself out of Charles’s relaxed and limp body, as a cute contrast to his anxious state just half an hour ago but decides that it can wait a moment longer. He is just as happy and peaceful he can during the eve of a race and he silently enjoys the calm of their hotel room and his precious treasure on his lap.

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