I love Nico. He is my cutie, my diva, my petty princess. The Britney. My Barbie princess who can't let go of her Ken. My sarcastic bitch. The one twisting the knife. The sassiest person I know. His own hero. He can't stop running his mouth and I love him for that. Like yes do your things magic man !! Create more angst in one sentence than many in movies !!
Yes. Hello, I'm back. Tho who tf am I talking to?? Exploded.
KR7 ; again...
This is gonna be sub!Kimi. I've been thinking about it. Blame a girl for it. Reader is pretty much violent with kimi, oh, and how is it called when you enjoy to see someone cry?
Kimi is not the type to be a sub, but as I said before, he's the type to be lazy during sex, he's there for the views, to see you bouncing on his dick, moaning his name. And even though you're up, you two know that he has control, not you. The position doesn't guarantee you the dominance.
Except for now. How does big bad kimi find himself with you, the familiar sight of you, on top of him, your hand placed on the side of his face, moaning. But you weren't the one moaning, he was, and that's fucking weird.
You had your reasons, okay? He was being way too friendly to this interviewer, chuckling way too much at her bad jokes. He never smiles. He never chuckles? How dares he to show any type of interest in another woman, that isn't you?
He's babbling soft whines. This was the fourth time he asked you to let him cum, the request being denied once again. He was on the verge of fucking crying, lord, he was achy, desperate for you to let him bust inside you.
"Manwhore. How dare you to do that? Ah? Humiliating me like that? You never laugh like that. But, oh, she has such a charm. Hm?"
You grumbled, your hands fisting his hair, pulling it to see his face. His pretty eyes were rolling to the back of his skull. He was panting like a dog, a horny one.
"Fucking answer me, you stupid slut. Do I need to slap you for you to answer, eh?"
You hissed the words out, angrily, jealousy burning in your tone as you rolled your hips again, slow, torturously slow, making him whine loudly again. What a whore.
"I— I wasn't smiling. I swear."
Kimi managed to mumble, but, god, you were so angry you wanted to actually slap him because of it. He was humiliating you. The press was mean, and didn't waste time to make an article of how he was way too friendly with the reporter and how he was compared to you.
"And now you're lying? You're incredible."
A huff escaped your mouth after you heard his words. Such a bad liar. Your nails dug into his shoulder, making him hiss and gasp, his hips stuttering under yours, earning another tug on his hair.
"Such a whore. Do I need to do this for you not to behave like one? You're ridiculous." You scolded, snarling the words out as your hips lifted, sliding off him with a wet squelch sound.
"I'll end this up when you say sorry and stop behaving like a manwhore. You're on a sex ban for that. Fucking slut."
You mumbled, your hand lifting to press itself harshly against his cheek, slapping the fuck out of him. He gasped, the pain of the slap spreading through his face, making his chin tremble softly. What a sissy. Not so ice-man coded now, ah?
Seeing kimi cry was a rare sight, but, god, it felt strangely good when u heard his sobs on the room.
"I— i'm— 'm so sorry.." he managed to mumble out, babbling and stumbling over his words as tears ran down his face. Next thing he heard? The shuffle of you putting on your clothes back in, and the door closing, not even saying goodbye.
Now he was hand-tied up, hard, two minutes away from busting, crying, cold, horny.
Whenever Sebastian isn't terrorising his teammate Mark, he's playing, and if he's not, he's probably shoving his dick into ur pussy again.
Besides being a driver, your boyfriend, sebastian, spends a ridiculous amount of time playing video games, on a console, a Play Station, or an XBOX. Doesn't matter. He just wants to play his silly games.
"That's it. Look at you. Pathetic.." Sebastian is mumbling dirty words as he thrusts into you, moans escaping ur mouth whenever he did. His head is tilted back at the familiar feeling of you squeezing him oh so tightly, his hand that isn't scrunching the roots of your hair is gripping the side of your hip, leaving the red mark of his hand there.
Soft mumbles – more like whines – left your mouth.
"Seb— 'm.. so close, fuck—"
Your words dissolved onto more moans, louder ones as you clenched around him, your hips stuttering gently as his thrusts grew erratic, his own moans growing louder – because, he's definitely a vocal one. –
Finally, his pelvis pressing hard against your crotch, moaning as he shot hot spurts of jizz inside you, moaning a tiny "Hurensohn...", his eyebrows furrowing deeply as he tried to catch his breath. You're there, now a mess, laid on bed, your face buried in the pillow, breathing heavily.
"Good stuff, Schön." Sebastian mumbled, pulling out of you, his cum dripping on your thighs shortly after he did.
After a quick wipe and putting his boxers back in, you found your boyfriend, grabbing the Play Station joystick, the sound of the machine humming filling the heated room. Of course he would pull out of you and go back to playing.
Kimi Räikkönen is the type to put you to bounce in his lap, wetting his dick as he squeezes the sides of your throat, playing mindlessly with your airflow as he makes your orgasm torturously slow.
He's just there to se you fucking yourself on his dick, he's doing the bare minimum, he's too lazy to do something about it.
Be fucking fr. He would do anything while your now wet and achy fingers keep playing with yourself, tired, overwhelmed by the fact that you never seem to chase ur orgasm.
But whenever he's feeling generous, he is doing the work. He's fucking you right, gripping your hips as his own snap harshly against your cunt, grunting curse words in Finnish. He's the type to shove something in your mouth to keep you quiet. He loves u, yeah, but he also loves shoving his dick in ur cunt like you're a toy and then getting away with it.
Your moans are muffled by your own panties, it's gross, the feeling of fabric is gross and feels like it inside your mouth, but, god, the thought of it turns you on SO bad.
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