Summary: You watch Draco fall in love with someone else.
Pairings: Draco Malfoy x fem!Reader (friends with benefits)
Word Count: 3.5kish
Warnings: Swearing, angst, SMUT(18+), implied past sexual experiences, fingers fucking (!!), dumb idiots in love, anything else? Let me know!!
A/N: My first Draco fic!!! Writing this fic was slowly a 1k fic then quickly became over 3k!! Eeeekkk!! I love this. Hope you do as well!!!! I also got this idea by listening to “Heather” by Conan Gray!
All mistakes are my own. Please do not repost or translate my fics on any other side nor this one.
I appreciate any likes, reblogs, messages, and interactions.
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You walk, no run, into potions class as you stumble into your seat next to your best friend as you apologize quietly to professor Slughorn whom only hums in response as he continues to explain what potion is assigned for the day. You zone out his voice as you set down your books and proceeded to adjust your skirt down as you feel eyes on your thighs, like always, and you try not to look at those pretty grey eyes. You pull your robes over your legs.
You let out a sigh as you tug on the sleeves of your sweater as you peer at your best friend who is already starting to mix ingredients together which you notice include one ashwinder egg, three rose thorns, some peppermint, a powered moonstone, and quite a bit of pearl dust.
You rack your brain for what potion this was as you were fairly good in potions class. Maybe even a bit exceptional.
Your best friend smiles down at you, his pearly whites showing, as you watch him mix the ingredients.
“Like what you see?”
You blush slightly as you roll your eyes at him, “Shut it, Draco.”
He smirks as a blue-green tinted spiraling steam starts coming out of the cauldron.
You sniff as you tense up when you realize what potion this is.
You sniff as you tense up when you realize what potion this is.
“Amortentia,” you whisper as Draco nods at you as he leans in to smell the potion.
You close your eyes as you inhale the sweet scent of fresh cut apples with hints of cinnamon and vanilla, pine trees in the fall, and whiffs of sweet red wine on Christmas Eve.
All which is what Draco smells like to you.
You stiffen up as you peer open your eyes, scared that he noticed you leaning more into him, and watch as he smiles with his eyes closed as he sniffs the air.
Your scared to even ask him what he smells. You know it your gut that he’s not smelling you and it kills you.
You slowly let your eyes wonder to your other classmates as they all gush to each other about what they are smelling. You see Hermione explaining what she smells and notice how she also tenses up when she reveals the scents. Nobody else notices.
Draco opens his eyes and he quietly snickers to himself as if he is laughing at his own inside joke.
“What do you smell?” You ask quickly before you regret it. You grip your wrist in each hand as you lean into him once again.
He bites his lip and smiles, “I smell fresh lilies, lavender, and a hint of some type of fruit. I can’t place it.”
Your heart drops as you realize that’s not what you smell like as you try to keep your face neutral.
You bet that’s what Heather Umbridge smells like.
You peer over Draco’s shoulder slightly to try to catch a glimpse of her.
There she is.
She’s laughing and swatting her friends hand away as she pushes her jet black hair away from her pale face.
You see as her blue eyes keep looking over at you and Draco. Your heart breaks even more as you think about how she’s probably smelling the same scent as you.
“Is she looking at me?” Draco asks you in a whisper as you met his eyes. He has a smile on his face.
You can’t lie to him.
You nod and try to give him your best smile.
“She’s never going to go for me when she notices that you’re wearing my sweater,” he says jokingly as he gently tugs on your sleeve.
Your eyes go wide as you look down at your sweater which is in fact his.
Bloody hell.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper as you wish class could end already as you try to avoid his eyes. You know he’s joking, but what if he isn’t?
“It’s the first thing I saw after I showered this morning,” you explain as you face him again and he just rolls his eyes at you.
“I’m joking, love. It’s no problem for me, you know that. It looks better on you either way,” he says shrugging as if it’s no big deal.
But you know it is.
This is your favorite sweater and you know some part of you put it on because you want to make your claim at Draco. Even though in public, you don’t have any right to claim him.
But in some ways... you do.
You have parts of him that nobody else will ever have.
You have his first kiss, his first touch, his first time…
His first moans…
You slightly jump out of your thoughts as professor Slughorn announces class is over as he waves his wand in the air to make all the potions evaporate.
“Can’t have anybody using this,” he jokingly says with his signature chuckle and smile to his students.
You stay sitting as everybody shuffles out of the classroom as Heather walks in front of you and Draco.
You watch Draco as he watches her with hearts in his eyes. He’s mesmerized by her as he smiles dumbly to himself.
You wish he felt that way about you.
She’s a sight and everybody knows it.
She walks in her Slytherin colored robes. It looks as if she’s walking on air. You feel jealousy rush in your veins and you hate the way it makes you feel.
You feel like dying as you look at her and back at Draco.
Was this thing between you guys finally going to end? All the late night kisses and the tangled limbs under emerald green sheets?
All the secret touches?
Your heart was already breaking as you thought about what you’d be losing.
Draco stands up as he waits for you to follow.
You gather your books tightly against your chest as you try to calm your racing heart and anxious mind.
Professor Slughorn leaves the room as he bids you both a goodbye.
It’s only you and Draco left. He stands tall in front of you as he looks at you while he fixes his own robes.
“What?” You ask nervously.
“Don’t what me, Y/N. What’s going on with you?”
“Nothing’s wrong with me,” you reply as you start walking out of the classroom and he stops you with his hand on your forearm.
“Are you sure?”
You nod as you look up at him and he lets go of your forearm. He’s still watching your every move carefully and you know his mind must be racing. But he won’t question you any further. He knows you.
“I’ll see you at lunch?”
You nod and close your eyes as you see him leaning down. Your breathing hitches as he gets closer and you wonder if he can hear your heart beating rapidly in your chest.
You feel his soft lips in your cheek as you try not to let your emotions take over.
He rubs your cheek and winks at you once you open your eyes again.
“Are we still on for tonight?”
You know what he means as his hands sneak underneath your robes and itch their way underneath your skirt. You melt into him as he wraps one arm around your waist. He pulls you closer to his body and you set your free hand on his chest.
He inches his hand near your core as you try to suppress yourself. You’ve always been this way to his touch. Always caving.
Always wanting him.
Only him.
His fingers teasingly touch your panties and you know you’re already wet for him.
“Already?” He asks as you feel himself hardening up against you. You nod as he pushes you towards the wall, away from the door, and wandering eyes.
“Always,” you whisper to him as you feel his mouth collide with yours. Your eyes flutter shut as you let his scent intoxicate you. You moan into his mouth while you drop your books to wrap your arms around his neck as he hikes up your leg to feel you more.
His scent blocks out all your other senses as his lips move against yours in an already synchronized rhythm. His kisses always made you feel fuzzy and warm all together. You feel yourself getting wetter as he continues to touch you teasingly over your panties.
You start feeling antsy as you try to rub yourself against his fingers to get more from him. He chuckles into your mouth as he bites your bottom lip.
“Always so inpatient,” he whispers at you as he pulls you closer to him and starts to kiss your neck. You gasp at the feeling as you lean your head back and shut your eyes to let yourself revel in the pleasure.
You bite down on your bottom lip to hold in the moans when you feel his fingers shove your panties aside and slip in between your folds. You grip onto him as he continues to pump his fingers into you as you feel his hidden cock rubbing onto your leg.
“Just like that, baby.” He whispers into your ear as he starts to increase his pace.
“So tight and wet for me,” he says as he sucks on the free skin underneath your robe. You can hear how wet you are as his fingers move inside of you and it only furthers your pleasure.
He continues with his fast speed as he starts to curl his fingers inside of you and you clench onto them. You feel yourself becoming a panting mess as he continues to lick and kiss your neck.
“Draco,” you moan out as you feel yourself getting closer to your release as he starts speeding up both rhythms.
His fingers inside of you go faster and he starts rubbing himself harder against you. Your bodies are both so in synch with each other, as always, and your stomach starts feeling tighter as you both reach for one another’s lips.
You reach down with one of your arms to feel his hardened length and he moans into your mouth when you come in contact with him.
It sends both of you closer to your release as you both start rubbing against each other. His fingers touching your most sensitive area, he muffles out your moans with his mouth, your hand intertwines into his hair, you pull and you see his eyes go back.
You feel his thumb start to rub against your clit and that’s what drives you to your pleasure point. You clench onto his fingers as his thumb rubs against you and you move your hand fast against him.
You bite down on his lip as you cry out in pleasure as you both release against one another. Draco moans into your mouth in pain and sweet pleasure. Your body is shaking to its core as you settle into your release as you let go of his lips, but he pulls you back in with his hand on your neck as he licks into your mouth with force and you melt into him.
You felt numb as he slowly sets your leg down after he pulls his fingers out of you. He watches you as he pulls himself away from your lips. He bites his lip as he pulls his hand in front of both of you.
Your mouth is still agape as you try to slow your panting down as he licks his fingers off. Licking off you.
“Taste so good,” he moans as he gives you a quick kiss.
You bite your lips as your hand is still on his hard cock. You feel the wet spot on his trousers and praise yourself for making him cum like this.
You both come down from your high. You fix yourself up as he adjust his robes to cover his trousers and you snicker to yourself as he shakes his head.
“The things you make me do, Y/N.”
“Do you think anybody heard us?” You ask with a giggle as Draco bends down to pick up your book and hands them back to you.
“I doubt it. This classroom is empty for the next two sessions. But I don’t care if anybody did either way,” he winks at you and you blush at his words.
“I’m glad we have a free period after potions,” you say to him as you both start walking out into the empty hallways.
“Yeah, but now I have class with Heather.”
You feel your heart tug in pain as you look up at him as you both continue to walk. He’s smiling to himself as you feel yourself consumed in hurt.
How can he make you finish like that in empty classroom and then go on to think about Heather? Does he think about her when his fingers are in you??
Your heart breaks silently as you feel tears prick the corner of your eyes.
“Bye, Draco.” You say quickly as you turn into the first corner you see and run into the girls lavatory without letting him say another word to you.
You rush into the farthest stall and fall onto the floor as you clutch onto your books while tears stream down your face.
You gasp in a breathe as you wipe your tears away.
You knew this thing with Draco was never going to last, but it should have never been started in the first place.
It all started back in fifth year when you were both complaining about not having any experience when it came to the opposite sex, but not wanting to be with anybody from school.
No other boy caught your interest other than Draco and Draco found every other girl repulsive.
You already had feelings for Draco back then and you felt as if this was going to be your chance. If you somehow convinced him to be friends with benefits then maybe, just maybe, he’d fall in love with you too.
So thus that’s how you dumbly told Draco that you guys could be friends with benefits, secretly, and experience everything together first so it wouldn’t be weird and awkward to do these things with someone else.
Draco surprisingly agreed with no hesitation and it’s been that way ever since.
Fifth year was when he first kissed you underneath a peach tree at the courtyard in between classes when you two were alone. You both blushed and giggled together after. Fifth year was all about that. It was all learning how to kiss one another and finding the best way to do it.
Sixth year was learning how to do more than kissing. It was more about what to do after kissing. It’s when you both spoke about what else to do and experimented with letting his hands go underneath your skirt and yours above his trousers. It’s when he first made you finish over your panties and he ended up finishing in his trousers. You remember you both couldn’t stop laughing after and during.
It was closer to the end of sixth year when you let him go underneath your panties and you went underneath his boxers. You remember the way you were on his lap, his fingers inside of you, his cock in your hand, and how you both released at the same time that night for the first time.
It was euphoric and wonderful. It was something new for the both of you. You remember the moans he let out that night.
The summer before seventh year, you spent two weeks at the Malfoy manor and that’s when you learned how to make him cum with your mouth and you with his. The feeling was indescribable.
It was also the summer where you lost your virginity to Draco Malfoy. You remember how you both fumbled into the bed on your last night there before you went back home. You remember him asking you repeatedly if you were sure about this.
You remember how he opened you up with his fingers first, slowly and easily, how wet you became and how slowly he entered you the first time. You remember the pain that came at first, how you cried, but then how amazing it felt after.
You remember he never stopped kissing you.
How amazing it felt when he increased his speed inside of you, how you both moved in rhythm, the moans and sounds you both made, the way he moaned out your name and left bruises against your skin, and the way he looked at you when you both finished together again.
That’s how it always was with you two. Always together. Every. Single. Time.
You remember that’s when you realized you were in love with him.
That’s why you had fooled yourself into believe that just maybe he was falling in love with you too.
But then you left back home the next day and when you started seventh year, on the Hogwarts express, Draco told you about how he met Heather Umbridge.
He met Heather Umbridge because of his mother. His mother was friends with Heather’s and she was transferring here from the school of gifted witches. It was some other magic school in the mountains apparently. They had decided to send Heather to Hogwarts after her father got a job with the ministry.
You hated her ever since you heard her name come out of Draco’s mouth. You saw the way his eyes lit up when he said her name and you saw the way he looked at her.
But you still couldn’t end things with him. You knew there were times where they both flirted with each other, but nothing ever came from it. You weren’t sure if it was Heathers hesitation or Draco’s. You doubted it was his.
Now it was nearing Thanksgiving, you and Draco were still doing what you always did and now there was sex involved.
You managed to make it into his bed every night without fail. Draco had managed to gain the title of head boy of Slytherin this year and he got to have this whole gigantic room to himself.
He snuck you in nightly. You wondered how you had managed to fall more in love with him each day and somehow he never did?
You wipe your tears away as you think about everything. You sniffle as you feel so stupid to ever think Draco Malfoy would ever fall in love with you.
All you were to him was somebody to warm his bed every night.
Or at least that’s what you believed.
***
Draco watches you run away from him and wonders if he should run after you.
He doesn’t.
He walks to the courtyard and stands underneath his favorite peach tree, the same peach tree where he kissed you one night back in fifth year.
He remembers how nervous he was back then and how he wondered if you would kiss him back that night.
You did and he laughed at how nervous he was after. You both did.
He sits on the bench under the tree and places his hand on the cold stone, where you always sit, and wonders if maybe one day you would see him the way he sees you.
He didn’t want to keep up this facade that he wanted Heather Umbridge, he felt repulsed just thinking about maybe wanting someone else, someone other than you.
After he met Heather, he felt it would be a good plan to make it seem as if he was interested in someone else. He wanted to see if he could make you jealous.
He wanted to make you jealous because he was in love with you.
He didn’t think you felt the same way.
That’s why he lied about what he smelled in the cauldron earlier during potions class.
He said he smelled lilies and lavender because he knew that’s what Heather smelled like because he caught a whiff of her shampoo one day when she sat next to him in lunch. He hated lilies and lavender.
He didn’t even see you react to what he said and it made his heart deflate.
He wonders what you had smelled because you looked so tense and sad about whatever it was. He wonders about what scent engulfed you and he felt jealousy in the pit of his stomach.
He wants to tell you what he smelled. He wants to yell it at you. He wants you to know what engulfed his senses and made him want to get on his knees for it.
He had smelled you.
You smelled like a warm Christmas night. You smelled like fresh baked caramel cookies with a warm vanilla candle on, you smelled like a new bottle of your favorite red wine that would stain your lips after a couple drinks, you smelled like everything he loved all put into one.
You smelled like love to Draco Malfoy.
He sighs as he plays with his fingers as he notices students filling the hallway, once again, and he knows it’s time for his next class.
He lets himself think a little bit more. He thinks maybe it’s time to move on from you.
Summary : You were Pierre's friend first and then he had to go and introduce you to one Mr Charles Leclerc, and what happens with you two couldn't exactly be described as friends. But then Pierre goes and complicates things even more by walking in on Charles eating you out..... Rating : 18+ Pairing : Charles Leclerc x Reader & Pierre Gasly x Reader & Charles Leclerc x reader x Pierre Gasly Word Count : 1,265 Trigger Warnings : 18+, NSFW, Male Masterbation, Threesomes, Fingering, PinV sex, Unprotected sex, Dirty Talk, Pet names, Oral male & female receiving, adult language & dom! themes 💞 *Authors Note : I thought it was important to the plot to include Pierre's POV a little so you know what happens to allow him to be a part of the actual threesome itself (which is coming in part 3)
Pierre excitedly waited for what he knew he would receive any second. His cock twitched under the covers. The lingerie was nice but he wanted to see more, he was desperate to see more. He had worked fast. They had only just met that night (a few hours ago in fact) and due to his lame friends sleeping a few metres away, here he was with a hard cock and no mouth to ease it with. This girl was hot and Pierre knew if he had an extra twenty minutes he would have been back at her hotel and she would be bent over her bed right now. Then the image he had been waiting on finally appeared and Pierre had to bite down on his lip to stop himself from moaning. His face illuminated from the glow of his phone as a smirk appeared on his face. He bit on his bottom lip hard. Her body was insane. Tight and taught. Her boobs were perfect. Her nipples the brown-y pink shade matched the beautiful colour of her skin. But it was hard for Pierre to spend more than a fleeting glance on all of the other bits of her when the part he wanted to see most was on full display for him. His cock twitched again when he wished he were currently satisfying his hungry taste buds with the taste of her dripping pussy. And he gave himself brownie points for guessing correctly. She was waxed totally bare - freshly, if the lighting was really telling the truth. He lowered the bedding and was just about to pull his rock hard erection free from its confines in his tight boxers when he heard a distinct grunt and it made him pause. He thought initially he imagined it. He had to have. It was only him and Charles that could have made such a low throaty groan and he almost chuckled at his own ridiculousness. It wasn’t Charles, it was his imagination. He shook his head. After all, Charles hadn’t spoken to any girls all night and he had zero game recently so who could he be groaning for? He laughed again when he thought that Charles may have been taking care of himself too just like he was. And with that thought dancing in his brain cells he noted to mock him for it tomorrow. But then, just after he pulled his cock out and was away to snap a very uncouth dick pic to send to whats-her-name, he heard a loud female gasp. Charles was watching porn, crossed his mind instantly. The dirty fucker was watching porn loudly with no earphones when he had houseguests. Pierre thought he really hit the jackpot with joke material when suddenly there was another noise which sounded a lot more like a pleasurable moan and Charles’ name. And then it fully hit him that indeed Charles was having sex…and the only person he could possibly have been having sex with was YOU!
He waited a little longer and swallowed when he thought of you having sex with anyone, not just Charles. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t fantasise about it sometimes. You were hot, more than hot, you were practically on fire and Pierre wanted to blur the friendship lines between you both many, many times. You had this aura about you. This passion that lurked beneath a very beautiful surface that tempted him nearly every time you were in his presence but he would never threaten the friendship he had with you. So then suddenly it dawned on him how angry he should be at the fact you were fucking his best friend only a few meters away from him. Charles! Of all people it was Charles. Sure Pierre could see the appeal in a guy like Charles but he wasn’t your type. He heard what sounded like a muffled moan again and for some reason his cock seemed to quiver and he realised that he actually enjoyed thinking about you having sex – not who you were having it with – and was actually kind of jealous.
Pierre waited for a few minutes. Listening intently for any more noises that may have passed through Charles’ far too thin walls. Every noise seemed more muffled as if you were trying hard not to be loud and were simply struggling with the task. What was Charles doing to you that had you so moaning for him so quickly? Pierre’s hand had wrapped itself around his cock and he paused for the briefest of moments. Was it right that he got himself off to the sound of two of his best friend’s fucking in the next room? He doubted himself but he slowly pulled his hand back towards his base before pausing and pushing back up toward his tip. He repeated the motion slowly a few more times before he realised he had nothing to loose by leaving the bed he was lying in and knocking on the door. Charles wouldn’t ask him to leave. He might be a little pissed he had been interrupted but he wouldn’t chuck him out. You would maybe stop talking to him for a little while but you were best friends, you’d work it out. But regardless of what the implications may have been when he left his room and knocked on the door to Charles room, Pierre decided he wanted in on it. Nudes from a random girl were all fine and well but he wanted nothing more than to fuck.
So he swallowed, pulled the duvet back, pulled his boxers back up his tanned thighs and got out of bed. Making his way to the door he was confident in his decision. Pausing only for the briefest of moments when he finally opened the door to the pitch-black hallway and took the few steps to Charles door. He listened again and now he was pretty sure that Charles must have had his head between your thighs, tongue dancing on your pussy. He knocked gently but it went unnoticed and so he turned the handle and slowly opened the door. Where his mind had gone was exactly what greeted his eyes when he finally got to gaze upon the scene. Charles on his knees on the floor with your legs either side of his head. He had never seen such a heavenly sight before. Your eyes were screwed tightly shut and your bottom lip was between your teeth, purpling at the harshness of you bite. And before he realised it, he was staring into your eyes. They had flickered open and he couldn’t even blink if he wanted too.
“Charles…” Your hand tapped the back of his head. “Stop.” And like a safe word, it triggered Charles instantly to stop what he was doing and look up at her. French words trailed from him – asking why she had stopped him, if she changed her mind and begging her to continue because she tasted so good when she came – before his eyes followed hers and were met by his blonde compatriot. Hesitation built in Pierre. He felt wrong for standing there watching them now. But then again, his cock had never felt harder in his life. “Mind if I join?” It was bold of him but as Charles’ eyes left his to look back at you, legs still spread wide on the bed, it dawned on him that Charles was game and was looking at you for your confirmation. And with a nod and a smirk, Pierre realised he was in for the night of his life.
warnings - cockwarming, daddy kink, vibrator, dirty talk, light degradation (slut is used like once), p in v sex, creampie
author’s note - finally got the motivation to finish this after talking to @timetoracewrites about how filthy and wild pierre is. so this one’s dedicated to you love <3
summary: after pierre’s win in monzo you can barely keep your hands off each other, even after celebrating the night away
warnings: smut, unprotected sex, slight description of oral (m receiving), alcohol, swearing, hinted cockwarming, not proofread!
a/n: used to be early morning exercise but i hated a part of it so changed it
Monza, 2020
Pierre couldn't keep his hands of you, and in his defence, you couldn't keep yours off him. Alcohol ran freely through your veins, loosing up your movements as you danced against each other. Music was blaring, drinks were being downed in every corner of the club. Every now and then another driver ordered a round of shots, not slowing down as you all danced the night away.
His hands were on your waist, your hips, sliding up and down your thighs. He was everywhere. Pierre's grip never loosening. Daniel had been the next driver to buy a round, ordering double than before in an attempt to somehow get you all more drunk than you already were.
Pierre's lip skimmed all over any exposed skin he could get, you collarbone, neck and as low as he could down your deep neckline.
The burning of tequila and vodka down your throat only spurred your happiness on, the smile on your face beginning to hurt from how long you had held it.
Pierre had won
He had finally won his first race in f1, one of many you were sure of. Your boyfriend was a talented driver, that you were sure of even with your lack of knowledge in the sport you knew well enough that Pierre was good.
The day had finally gone how you wanted it to go, every race day since he had joined f1 and you had been there with him every single step of the way.
The drinks, music and dancing continued long into the early hours of the morning, finally deciding to depart from your group of celebrating friends, them all giving you suggestive look and Charles even throwing one of his signature winks your way as Pierre practically dragged you out of there.
You could feel the arm around your waist tighten as you stirred awake. The pads of Pierre's fingers still digging into your skin as they had done when you fell asleep, not moving from their protective position. Rays of sunlight shown through the slightly open curtains in your and Pierre's shared bedroom, the city of Milan already buzzing at just 10am.
Bedsheets had been brought all the way up your chest, covering your naked body and pulling them off of Pierre's, enough to see his toned muscles, a sight you truly would never get used to. His trophy sat on the stand next to the bed, a reminder of the reasons you had celebrated the night before.
Pierre nuzzled his head further into the crook of your shoulder, even in his sleepy state not wanting to let his hands drop from you. You couldn't help but stare at him, his growing stubble that he didn't care enough to shave and the purple hickeys blessing his exposed neck.
The previous nights activities flashed before your eyes as you looked over the bruises.
Your back was against the wall as soon as Pierre shut the door, not wasting a second to have his hands on you fully. His lips trailed down your body, from your lips and then your jaw and finally residing on your neck. His trophy had been carefully placed on the ground next to you.
You couldn't help but whine as he sucked on your sweet spot, the already euphoric feeling of having him so close causing a wetness to pool in your panties. Pierre's hands travelled down your legs, tapping your thighs and whispering a small. "Jump." In your ears, you happily obliged, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist.
Pierre carried you from the wall to your bed, dropping you down on the soft mattress below. He looked over you hungrily, his eyes dancing over your entire body as he worked out where to start first.
Lifting your fingers to his neck you traced over the marks, not too heavily as to not wake him. The action of you leaving them flashed before your eyes, each and every mark came at a different time and with how drunk you were, you were just happy to remember.
"Chérie." You had been to entranced with the memories you hadn't even seen him waking up, the calmness in his shut eyes had opened to show the beautiful blue eyes you loved. His long eyelashes brushed against his cheeks as he looked up at you, following your gaze to where you had been staring. "I could always do with more."
It was Pierre's turn to trace your marks, his fingers smoothing over the reddened skin of your neck. "You could do with more too." He pulled one of your legs over his, making you straddle his lap whilst he continued looking up at you.
You laughed at his eagerness, acting as if you didn't want this just as much as he did. "What? Last night wasn't enough for you." Raising your eyebrow at him, Pierre rolled his eyes, hands moving to your hips in an attempt to get you moving against him.
Without a second thought you obliged to his attempt, rocking your hips in time with his hands. Pierre dipped his head down your neck, moving to in between your breast and kissing them both sufficiently. His kisses continued, the loving mood he was in only growing as he made his way back up, reaching your lips and bringing you in for your first kiss of the morning. In contrast to the warmth of your skin goosebumps raised along your body.
Dragging himself away from your lips, Pierre rejoined his journey up your body, his teeth nibbling your earlobe causing small whimpers to escape your already swollen lips. "Could never get tired of fucking you, mon amour." His words went straight to your pussy, your thighs rubbing together to try and release the tension a little. "Do you know what you do to me? Tell me.”
You knew Pierre would try to get you to beg if he could. Even in the loving and giving mood he was in he always got a kick out of making you beg, the rush going straight to his dick whenever the words left your mouth.
"Please, Pierre." Your words faltered slightly as one of his fingers grazed over your pussy. Pierre could practically feel your clit throbbing against him, and it took ever ounce of his willpower to not give you what you wanted. "Please, just touch me."
Your pleads were never enough for him, Pierre wanting nothing more than for you to break, telling him what you wanted him to do, no matter how lewd the words you used, he loved when they left your mouth. "Where do you want me to touch you, chérie? I need you to tell me."
When you didn't reply, Pierre lightly slapped your thigh as a warning, an empty one at that as you both knew he would give in to you eventually. But he would always put up a fight. You grabbed his wrist, in no mood for his teasing or to waste time and brought down to your dripping cunt. "Here, Pierre, please just touch me."
And when you rasped out his name like that who was he to not give you what you wanted most?
Pierre's hard on was becoming glaringly obvious through the tight, and growing even tighter, boxers he was wearing. "This is what you to do me." The words he spoke stuck with you, both of you having so much power over how the other felt almost felt like it was fate to be together.
You had rid yourself of your panties already, the newfound feeling of your unclothed clit grinding against Pierre's growing cock. Gasping as he lifted his hips to meet yours, you silenced yourself against his neck, biting into the muscles and soothing over the stinging with your tongue.
A louder moan slipped past your lips as your arousal grew, your slick making it easier to glide against the soft material of his boxers. "I want to fuck you." Pierre had to stop the groan that nearly escaped his throat.
"Then fuck me, chérie."
"Then fuck me." As the words left your throat Pierre pushed himself inside you, dropping his chest onto yours to get as close and humanly possibly. The groan he let as you clenched around him etched into your brain, something you will remember any time you look at him.
Pierre snaked his arm down between your entwined bodies, circling your clit at a steady pace, contrasting the harshness of his thrusts into you. The added stimulation had you melting into the bed underneath him.
You moaned into his mouth as he kissed you, Pierre swallowing your moans in the heated mess between you. His neediness leaked into the kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth at the first chance he could get.
Squeezing around him again, Pierre bit your lip, pulling on it as he pulled away from the kiss. Both of you tried to catch to your breath although Pierre couldn't stop his want to touch you again, dropping his head to meet your lips again.
Just as you were finding your rhythm, Pierre's hands latched onto your ass, slowing you for a couple seconds then speeding you up again in a sequence that made your head spin and eyes roll back. Your chests were practically touching as he pulled you impossibly closer, connecting your lips.
You kissed up and down Pierre's neck, his hickeys becoming redder as you bit down on the same spot of skin. Pulling away for a minute you admired the purple marks on his throat, in contrast with his muscles making you feel like you could come just looking at him.
At your staring he thrust up into you faster, smirking at your unprepared reaction, arms failing you as you fell onto his chest.
One of his hands lifted from your arse, pushing the fallen hair out of your fave as you found your own rhythm again. You felt your orgasm nearing closer and closer, and so did Pierre. His hand slipped down in between your bodies, rubbing circles on your clit to push you further and further to your release.
Within seconds you were cumming around his cock, your pussy clenching around him as your toes curled. Your moans grew louder and louder, Pierre placing his fingers in your mouth so that not every bystander in the street would hear you. "Fuck Pierre, you're so good to me."
The feeling of your tongue swirling around the tips of his fingers spurred him on to his own orgasm. The sensation you were giving him reminding him of how good you he felt whilst you sucked him off.
Pierre's groan filled the room as his head hit the pillow below him. Your tongue swirled around the slit in the tip of his cock teasingly, fingers stroking up and down the part you weren't touching.
You kissed him from top to bottom, placing one last longing kiss to his tip. Hollowing out your cheeks you took him in one go, the tip knocking the back of your throat instantly.
Already you felt the tears leaving your eyes from the closing of your throat around him, viciously trying to force him out of your mouth. Your hands stroked what your mouth couldn't get, the two feelings only adding to his pleasure.
Sweet french words slipped from his mouth, mixing with the moans and groans he let out. "I love you so much." His hand found a place in your hair, making a makeshift ponytail and pushing your head down further.
Your body fell on Pierre's, a thin layer of sweat covering both your skins as you both attempted to catch your breath. His cock was still deep inside you, holding his cum in you, neither wanting to move.
The warmth of the sun only increased as the day went on, you and Pierre falling asleep in that same position.
in which you and daniel are reunited and forced to work together once again, leaving you with the aim to not end up in his bed like you did last time.
warnings; asshole daniel who’s just stoopid, toxic oops, confusing daniel and confusing reader, mentions of daniel struggling at mclaren, possessive daniel, stubborn reader, slight mentions of lando daniel comparison but barely, maybe some exhibition? hate sex, praise, oral, overstimulation, choking, spitting, spanking, public sex kinda, lotta angst lotta smut
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the unavoidable moment had gone through your head many many times.
it wasn’t as if you’d be seeing him for the first time in two years. you catch glances of him every race weekend, in the paddock from afar.
but it would the first time working with him again for two years. first time in close proximity. having to talk to him, wearing the same uniform as him.
stuck by his side during interviews, meetings; you were unsure as to how you hadn’t lost your job. or how you hadn’t been swapped with charlotte, struggling to imagine daniel not batting an eyelash at the fact you’d be his press officer once more just like you were in his redbull days.
“redbull fling bound to reunite at mclaren after ricciardo move.”
the headlines had already started, people weren’t oblivious to the detailings of you and his relationship over the years. watching it unfold on camera or right in front of them in the paddock as you two went from friends, to best friends, to fuck buddies, to what appeared to then be lovers?
that’s where the knowledge ended. because daniel moved to renault, and suddenly it was as if you two were strangers.
a year later you moved to mclaren, and just your luck the following year daniel had signed with the papaya team.
you thought you were going to lose your job after the initial panic and dread settled down, having quite literally an internal crisis as you tried to comprehend having to be near him again.
but you couldn’t do anything. you were not going to quit. you could not express any dismay, one wrong move you’d be fired because ultimately daniel was much more important to the team than you were.
sleepless nights filled with anxiety started the 2021 year for you, before your first meeting at HQ where daniel would be.
you avoided him with ease as he got shown around, locked away in your own office unlike all the other employees who were grinning ear to ear as they met the infamous driver who seemed to get on with everyone.
the countdown to midday was too quick, the meeting you wanted to pull out of approaching at a rapid pace.
“pr launch and debrief.” was scribbled down in your diary, next to 12pm.
you, charlotte, daniel, lando, zack, and a couple interns.
meaning avoiding him would no longer be possible. you felt like throwing up when you had to eventually leave your office, the walk to the meeting room too short for your liking for the first time ever. or not long enough more so.
the silence and sound of your shoes hitting the tiles below you was almost a comfort, a short term reassurance that you weren’t near him yet.
but the universe seemed to be against you as the familiar face appeared ahead of you, turning a corner and heading right towards you, accompanied by no one. which seemed ridiculous to you. just your luck.
the air was knocked out of your lungs, tensing as you were about to walk past him. eyes down on the floor to avoid meeting his. you didn’t want to know if he was looking at you. if he had that stupid smirk on his face. if he was avoiding you to.
“i’m lost love,” his voice stopped you in your tracks. well more so he stopped right in front of you, causing you to come to a halt before making contact with his chest. your eyes looking up at him in alarm.
you were silent for a few moments, the pet name throwing you off guard despite having tried to think of any possible conversation you’d have to make.
“because you’re going the wrong way,” you composed yourself, eyes avoiding him once more as you motioned ahead of you, not giving him another glance as you stepped around him to continue on your way.
daniel pursed his lips in confusion, less than impressed with the little attention you gave him as his hand quickly found your wrist, tugging you back towards him.
“that’s all i get?” the aussie spoke lowly with a small grin, glint of mischief in his eyes as they sparkled down at you and your stomach dropped. cheeks heated, and you were suddenly unable to move.
you had forgotten the effect he had on you as cliche as it sounded. blocked out the part where he could have you a stuttering mess from a few words or slight touch.
“missed me?” he spoke up again when you remained silent, moving to lean against the wall in the hallway as if you didn’t have places to be in one minute ━ his hand dragging you with him which quickly brought you out of your panicked haze.
“no.” you were quick to answer this time, coming to your senses as you tugged your wrist out of his grip, stopping yourself before falling into his chest. he didn’t seem fazed by your answer however, almost as if he expected it.
“come on angel, we’re working together again don’t make this difficult.” daniel mused as he beamed down at you, infuriating you as a scoff slipped past your lips at the audacity he had.
suddenly the pet name which used to make your heart flutter was losing effect in your growing annoyance and anger. you hated how he never made things a big deal, as if it was all nothing to him.
it shouldn’t be easy to work together again. so fuck him for thinking it will be.
“being nice to you is not in my contract.” you told him, raising your eyebrows as you managed to keep your gaze focused on him for more than a few seconds. it made you realise how close you were standing, quickly stepping back to put a safer distance between you.
“well it’s kind of expected.” his sarcasm was undeniable as he raised his eyebrows, challenging you unapologetically; yet he still appeared to be enjoying your company. as if you weren’t glaring daggers up at him.
overwhelmed was how you felt, too many emotions at once. cursing the fact you even had to encounter him in this hallway alone, much rather having spoke to him with others around where he couldn’t say whatever was on his mind.
“i’ll be professional. that’s it.” you told him in a matter of fact tone, still not offering him as much as a smile or soft glance, walls up as high as possible with no cracks showing. well, no obvious ones.
daniel wasn’t cracking either though, eyebrows raising in interest at what sounded like a promise and his wide grin returning from your words.
“if i remember correctly last time you told me you want to keep it professional you━”
his words had your eyes widening, heat raising on your cheeks and up your neck.
“i’ll lose my job,” your voice came out barely over a whisper, grip tight on the redbull suit that was handing off his hips as he stood between your legs; fingers trailing under your skirt and pushing them further apart.
“no you won’t.” daniel breathed in your ear, pressing a light kiss to the skin of your neck, fingers stilling however on your inner thighs; not wanting to continue unless you were sure. although there was nothing the redbull driver wanted more than to have you screaming here in his drivers room for everyone to hear.
“told christian i’d keep things professional and platonic between us.” you reminded him, although your body betrayed your words as your hips pushed forwards against his hands, head tilting back to offer him more skin to work with on your neck.
the chuckle that left his lips caused his hot breath to fan your skin, raising goosebumps as his large hands gave your thighs a squeeze.
“think i’ll handle media much better if i have you bent over this table first.” daniel muttered out, mindlessly kissing at your neck now, even nipping at the skin slightly which caused you to gasp. “think that will give you a raise not get you fired,” he managed to joke.
you rolled his your eyes at his words and nudged him, but none the less he had you easily convinced. you had been here to comfort him, having just got robbed of a win in monaco from a pathetic pit stop, you knew the last thing he wanted to do was face the media.
what you weren’t aware of was the thing he wanted most was to distract himself with you. but here you were, his hands up your skirt and more than willing to spend this time underneath him instead of the usual protocol.
“please dan,” you gave in through a whimper, fully aware you couldn’t deny the sexual tension between the pair of you any longer, and it’s all you had to say before his hands found the lace material under your skirt and got to quick work of ridding it.
you slapped him, cutting his words short ━ watching as his cheek moved to the side and you swallowed intently. not at all impressed that he was bringing up the past as if it was nothing.
“alright,” daniel let out a breath, head turning back to face you, the sting doing little to dampen his mood or worry him as he rubbed the back of his neck. “still a sore subject i see.”
“fuck you.” you snapped, eyes narrowing as you were quick to turn on your heel and walk off down the hall. in no way were you going to entertain him and his stupid games. not this time around.
daniel had sighed as you started to walk off, you didn’t hear him curse under his breath but you did hear footsteps close behind you as he called out your name.
“come on y/n wait,” daniel huffed out, sounding somewhat sincere as his hand grabbed your wrist once more, tugging you towards him again much to your dismay. “let’s talk about this,” he pleaded, only now realising how tense you were.
watching as you tore your wrist away from him again, stepped back from him as if you needed the distance to be there. your glare hadn’t faded nor did it seem to be for show, and suddenly daniel was realising how hard good terms was going to be.
“there is nothing to talk about.” you mumbled, clearly flustered as your eyes darted around you, hoping for anyone to appear so you could find an excuse to run away from him.
“yes there is.” daniel rolled his eyes, but was quick to shake his head and snap himself out of any annoyance being caused by yours. “don’t want you hating me forever.”
it was your turn to roll your eyes, all plans of acting unbothered from the events between the pair of you out the window now that he was here in front of you.
“you’ve had two years to mention any issues you still have. so no, i don’t think there is anything to talk about.” you reiterated, moving to walk off again.
“stop doing that.” daniel mumbled stubbornly, quick on his feet, over taking you and positioning his body in front of yours so you had no where to go again. and once more you were frozen at the minimal distance.
“we are going to be late,” you ignored his complaints, avoiding his eye once more as you attempted to weave around him. he matched your movements though, stepping aside alongside you.
“you cannot hold this grudge against me forever.” daniel showed a rare moment of frustration, tone catching you by surprise as he stared down at you with wide eyes.
he looked surprised himself, as if you had no reason to be acting so cold. as if this was not his fault. as if he had done enough to make things right.
“i’m pretty sure i can.” your childish comment came out casual, finding the confidence to look at him again; although your hands were shaking as your arms crossed over your chest.
“we weren’t dating y/n. i did not cheat. it was barely more than sex.” daniel let his emotions get the best of him, telling you what he’s wanted to every time you’ve sent a glare this way or reacted to his politeness with the cold shoulder.
your stomach dropped at his words, at the clear mention to what ruined things between you two. at the reminder that he never saw it as more between you two.
maybe you preferred his cocky smiles and obnoxious comments. much better than him bringing up that night in monaco.
monaco 2016 where things went shit for daniel’s race but took you out of the friend zone. monaco 2018, daniel won his race but things between the pair of you hit a wall.
after two years of fooling around and dealing with his fear of commitment, you were almost satisfied with the situationship that had formed.
friends with benefits although the benefits were beyond sex.
or colleagues with benefits you could say.
you were ecstatic he had won, and he wasn’t shy in celebrating with you. the hug he had brought you into after getting out the car and greeting his team sure raised a few eyebrows in the f1 world, fuelling the rumours that had developed surrounding the pair of you.
then you were in his drivers room before he had to face the media, on your knees showing him just how proud you were instead of doing your job. quickest blow job you’ve ever given but an incredible one none the less.
“need to win more often if this is the treatment i get,” the driver groaned, head falling back as you worked his cock expertly; hand tangled in your hair and keeping it out of your way.
you had let out a small giggle around him, revelling in his moans and grunts and praise as you got him off, licking him clean afterwards.
“you’re better than any trophy.” he had beamed down at you in his post orgasm haze, a lazy smirk on his face as you giggled once more, nudging his leg at his cheesiness.
you had blushed though, his comments and flattery like that always making your heart ache. but you were in no mood to dwell on the issues of your relationship when he was standing above you, in all his post victory glory looking so fuckable. not that you had any time to do anything more however.
you watched as he grabbed the bottle of champagne, raising his eyebrows to where you sat on your knees, and it was as if you read his mind as you opened your mouth willingly. shocking him slightly, but you weren’t going to be uptight considering he’d just won.
“daniel,” you laughed when he over poured, the liquid quickly spilling out of your mouth and down your chin, onto your redbull polo ━ his laugh tuning into yours as you lifted back onto your feet.
“my bad,” he grinned, feeling as if he was on cloud nine as his hands found your waist; keeping you close to him as he pressed a short kiss to your lips, well aware he was needed in the press pen.
“want you to wear that red dress tonight,” he mentioned, lips ducking to kiss your neck lazily, peppering small and short kisses along the skin and up to your jaw, tickling the sensitive skin with his stubble.
“hm, do you now?” you mused, hands sprawling across his chest as you tried not to let the contact get you too riled up, although then you felt his tongue drag across the nape of your neck, licking the champagne he had spilt.
“yeah, all for me,” daniel smirked, head lifting to meet your eyes once more. and you stupidly felt just as happy as him in the moment, as if you had just achieved a life goal like winning monaco.
a false sense of hope or belief that maybe tonight would change things, that maybe here in monaco where things started between you two, they could grow once more.
so you had of course, found that red dress in your suitcase and put it on just for him, overdressed for your standards but it was monaco. and he had won. and he wanted you in this dress.
who were you to deny him?
you were more excited than you had ever been for a post race party, getting on the boat with a few colleagues, party well underway ━ music blasting, oozing luxury as redbull personal alongside rich party goers danced and mingled around.
it was overwhelming, but you weren’t going to let any of your usual behaviour ruin tonight. you were going to have fun and party because daniel had just won in monaco. you’d do anything for him as it is.
you knew spending time with him couldn’t be easy, so you took your time in getting a drink, talking to familiar faces and catching up with those from other teams.
but then you spotted him, and your heart dropped.
not one, but two girls on his arm, and the sight made you want to stab your eyes out. he was surrounded by adoring eyes but he only seemed to have eyes on the red head next to him.
the red head who was whispering in his ear and kissing at his jaw.
oh wait never mind. kissing him fully.
you were definitely staring for too long, looking like you’d seen a ghost to any on lookers. while the idea of daniel sleeping with other people was one you knew to be most likely over the years, you’d never witnessed it.
nor would you think he’d do so when you were in such a close proximity. when you had been on your knees for him hours ago.
so you left, found your way off the boat with teary eyes and a large sense of humiliation and no more trust or benefit of the doubt left to offer the driver who had unfortunately stolen and broken your heart.
“yes you have made that clear. so we have nothing to talk about.” you managed to respond, although the slight crack of your voice revealed you were in no way over it.
how could you be? you had confronted him the next day, and were faced with every excuse in the book. he denied it at first, then apologised, then claimed he shouldn’t need to be sorry, then tried denying it again.
things hadn’t been the same since, a couple of drunk hook ups rounded out the year, both in which you left before he woke up, then he left redbull at the end of the year.
he made no effort in saying goodbye to you either, which was the final straw; and since then you had been ignoring and avoiding him in the paddock, not returning any of his civil smiles or good mornings.
a lack of closure and abrupt end to two years of sex, laughs, love and fun.
“i’m sure whatever you two are catching up on can be done after our meeting,” zack’s voice gained both of your attention, and you almost sighed out in relief as you were quick to walk towards your boss ━ a fake smile plastered on your face.
and daniel was quick to regret ever thinking working with you again would be easy. that earning your forgiveness would be easy. he also regretted everything that left his mouth.
he approached this wrong, so wrong. and it set the tone for the year.
you stayed true to your word, professional. and it drove him insane. all his debriefings seemed to come via email, reminding him of how you used to make any excuse to see him.
you were no longer there any more than 5 minutes before any of his interviews, and you didn’t stick around afterwards either ━ you simply did your job then he’d see none of you.
no conversation outside work either, no matter how hard he tried. his charming smiles, suggestive glances or lame jokes not landing like they used to. he refused to believe you had all of a sudden grown immune to the connection between the pair of you.
he hadn’t. being around you again, as difficult as you made it, only had daniel reminiscing on the past and cursing himself for not handling things better.
when you were out of sight you were out of mind, but now he couldn’t go a day without seeing your name. whether it be in your email address, on his phone, or seeing you in person.
and suddenly he was the one who had grown attached. maybe it was because he had to work hard for your attention. but then he realised that couldn’t be true because you gave him absolutely nothing, yet it does little to dishearten or discourage him.
he realised how he missed you as a friend. the urge to whisper in your ear when the pair of you are stuck in a god awful meeting just to watch you try not to laugh was strong, almost felt as if it was his job.
he had tried it a couple times, speaking of things he knows will make you crack a smile under his breath just so you could hear. but nothing. not even a twitch of the corner of your mouth.
he had really thought things would just go back to how they used to, but it didn’t. you didn’t let up. didn’t crack, not one moment of vulnerability to show you still felt something another than disgust and anger.
he told himself maybe you had just changed. you could have become a work driven person, that you were invested in the meetings or situations ahead of you.
but then he would see lando whispering something in your ear, and the sound of both your giggles fills his ears and everyone else’s. it’s you and lando being told to hush by zack.
the friendship between you and lando killed him most. reminding him too much of you and himself in his redbull days, the way zack would shut you two up almost identical to christian. the way you seemed to find every word that left lando’s mouth hilarious.
so no you hadn’t changed. the only thing that had changed was your feelings for him. it had been two years. it was foolish of him to genuinely believe things could go back to the way they used to be.
you were on lando’s side of the garage when you didn’t have to be in direct contact with daniel. you were quick to fill in for charlotte if she was sick or away for whatever reason.
you talked to lando. you were friends with lando. friends with everyone actually. except him. you couldn’t even offer him a fake smile.
he thought it may only last a few weeks, after a couple of races you’d ultimately warm up to him again and hopefully forget of everything that went on. that being forced to be close for periods of time would make it too difficult for you to keep up but that wasn’t the case.
he hid his frustration though, the best he could, until monaco.
of course it was monaco. that particular race weekend seemed to be the place for all things you and daniel.
lando had got a podium, daniel had been lapped; out of the points. not even near them. you had noticed he has been struggling with the car, something so out of character.
you had some sympathy, not that it showed. it was just so unlike him. but he was a grown up, he could handle the issues himself. he didn’t need nor deserve your comfort.
you hadn’t crossed his mind as lando celebrated and daniel plastered on a smile, too caught up in his own self critiques and self pity to worry about you on lando’s side of the garage once more.
it wasn’t until you appeared in his drivers room to prep for media that some petty jealousies slipped back in.
“will need you in 10.” you told him as you slid inside the room, glancing over a deflated looking aussie quite quickly. it wasn’t like 2016. 2016 he was angry, frustrated ━ and you were eager to help.
now he was disappointed and confused. and you weren’t as eager to give him any reassuring words.
“yeah okay,” daniel mumbled as he ran his hands over his head, before glancing to you as you flicked through your phone, to gather whatever notes you needed to go over.
he noticed the champagne on your shirt, from lando’s podium of course, and in his heightened emotions it annoyed him more than it should. he had enough pride to not be jealous of the way lando was getting pace out of the car. well to not show it.
but the way lando had your full support and attention? that wasn’t as easy to handle.
maybe it was just the better thing to shift his anger and frustration towards. more socially acceptable. less predictable of him.
“they’re making a fuss about you being lapped by lando so i would just━” you began to speak, daniel taking a sharp breath at your words before shaking his head, putting his hand out to interrupt you.
“you know what, i don’t want to talk about it. i think i’ll be fine.” daniel cut you off, deciding discussing the race with the media would be torturous enough. just this once he did not need to discuss it with you. he didn’t want to.
your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, looking at him and shaking your head slightly. wanting to point out that these sort of races is where he probably should think about what he wants to say and should say. not just wing it in the moment when emotions are high.
“right. okay.” you breathed out, nodding slowly as you switched your phone off, sliding it into your pocket as you moved to go to the door, not going to spend any unnecessary time in here.
even though apart of you was aching to comfort him. no matter how much you claimed to dislike him it still hurt to see him so down, so out of character on and off the track. there was still that part of you that cared for him, no matter how hard you tried to make it go away.
“gonna go celebrate with lando?” daniel’s question left his lips before he could stop himself, struggling with the image of you leaving right now. struggling with himself and this constant comparison to lando. struggling with just everything mclaren really and it all started with you.
his venomous tone wasn’t intentional but definitely picked up on, causing your eyebrows to furrow as you stopped in your tracks, turning to face him once more.
“maybe.” you shrugged, sounding more like a question because you were confused as to what he was trying to hint at, or what point he was trying to make with his question.
he had scoffed, even laughed; instantly causing your face to frown and eyes to narrow. but you stayed quiet. professional. not giving into his antics included the digs and comments.
“you like doing that here huh,” daniel mumbled with the shake of his head, eyes falling onto his hands which ran over his face again; as if he hadn’t just insulted you.
your jaw dropped at the clear implication of you celebrating lando’s podium as you had with daniel in the past, heat raising on your neck from pure fury.
“excuse me?” all plans of acting unbothered by him were out the window. because of the low blow or because things always seemed to escalate between you two for good or for worse in monaco? who knew.
his eyes met yours in innocence, offering you a shrug and although he was quick to regret his words he didn’t show it. he wasn’t thinking straight, todays race enough to overflow his jealousies and frustration with you, or lack of you, from the year.
“what?” daniel acted dumb, raising his eyebrows ever so slightly. while your clear offence should shut him up, it was the most emotion he had gotten from you all year so he would take it. he’d take anything from you right now, god knows he needs it. “am i wrong?”
your eyes widened in further disbelief that he was being serious, shaking your head as bit down on your bottom lip. you shouldn’t retaliate. no. you should walk off, he’s in a shit mood and taking it out on you.
“knew it,” daniel answered your silence, voice in a chime as he gave you a knowing smile, and it was enough to make you snap.
“bold coming from you considering last time you celebrated here you ended up inside 15 different girls.” you shot right back, head tilting to the side slightly ━ an exaggerated number but a direct mention to that night you’d always hold against him.
“you need to get over that.” daniel rolled his eyes, only egging on the conversation because it was the first time since that day at mclaren HQ that he was getting something out of you, and you being mad with him beat being alone.
“no, you need to not take out your shitty race results on me.” you practically hissed, even taking a step towards him to prove your point.
daniel was slightly surprised by how you were fighting back, your harsh words deserved but not expected as he blinked a few times before coming back to his senses.
“this isn’t about my ‘shitty’ race results,” daniel fell back on beat with his rebuttal, not shying away from your gaze as he matched your intensity, attempting to ignore the dry laugh you let out.
“right so it’s the fact i won’t pity fuck you or get on my knees and kiss it better anymore?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow at him and watching as he reacted to your explicit words, his jaw visibly tensing.
“a pity fuck hm? that’s what you wanna call it?” the aussie challenge, masking his annoyance with a smug expression as he raised to his feet. although it did little to knock you off your pedestal.
you had him read perfectly. for once.
“that’s what it would be now yeah.” you corrected him, mirroring his smug expression with one of expectance. “because that is all i feel towards you.” you told him in truth - a coldness to your tone that hit him deep, and you didn’t miss his face falter.
look of shock, hurt and surprise at your hostile words. but he deserved it. he knew that. was hard to come to terms with though. or more so hear out loud.
“good thing i don’t need your pity.” daniel shook his head, swallowing back any signs of offence or heartache ━ the cherry on top to a shit weekend but he had no one to blame but himself.
“i know you don’t.” you nodded, and it was clear you weren’t finished. “i also know that i only ever slept with you, and only you may i add, because i genuinely liked you.” you spoke through gritted teeth; another dig at his disloyalty - your honesty throwing him off once more. “so do not even try suggest that i would ‘congratulate lando’ the way i did you.” you all but spat. “and even if i did you would have no right to be upset about it.” you concluded, well and truly having shut him up.
your lecture had him crashing down from his jealousy and petty comments, left with what was reality, causing him to keep his lips sealed and stare at you blankly.
your words annoyed him but he couldn’t deny them. he wanted to exclaim that he could in fact be upset about it, because he was; but he had no right to be.
he wanted to be his usual cocky self and focus on your shameless admission of liking him but it didn’t even boost his ego, just reminded him of how badly he fucked up. how he ruined things.
so he stayed silent, not moving however as his eyes poured into yours, deciding to just take in the few moments he had of you up close and paying attention to him. in the worst way possible of course but hey, beggars can’t be choosers.
“you can do media yourself,” you mumbled, and with that you were turning on your heel and leaving him alone to his self-doubts and hatred.
if things were awkward before they sure as hell were worse after monaco.
the professional relationship between you two had crumbled, tension clear from both sides now and unwillingness to work together was beginning to become obvious to those around you.
the civil conversations no longer existed, petty digs or comments being thrown around.
daniel was butthurt that you had called him out so easily, that he was the one feeling a pain in his chest at the sight of you while you seemed to feel nothing.
a complete role reversal, a taste of his own medicine.
it wasn’t until monza that there was another shift, a 1-2 meant for once daniel wasn’t dwelling on you when he was out of the car.
but when he was too many shots deep in celebrations afterwards he opened up too much for his and your liking.
“y/n stuck around?” daniel practically slurred to the engineer next to him, only now spotting you across the bar, confusion evident on his face. too drunk to think of his words.
you had offered him a small smile and congrats, that was it ━ not that he was complaining, then he did his media commitments and then you disappeared like every other week.
he had figured you had left, lando had; and he saw no reason for you to stick around and celebrate his win.
yet here you were like most team members, drink in hand and a grin on your face.
he didn’t even hear what the engineer replied with, downing the last of the beer he was holding before taking off towards you.
ah the delights of alcohol and it’s ability to cloud all sense of better judgement.
“there’s my favourite babysitter,” daniel grinned widely as he threw his arm around your shoulder, almost knocking you over in the process as his side collided with yours.
you were quick to catch your balance, managing to not spill your drink as your attention snapped to the man of the moment.
he was beaming down at you, the grin that hadn’t left his face seeming to grow in front of your eyes. and maybe it was because you too were a few drinks deep that you didn’t shrug him off you immediately.
“do you need something?” you had shouted over the music, an amused look on your face which daniel hadn’t predicted, but he was gonna run with it, letting out a hum of thought before shaking his head.
“i’m surprised you’re here! celebrating me!” he pointed out, words slightly slurred once more as he shouted back at you, almost too loud because he was not aware of the volume of his voice.
you had rolled your eyes, shaking your head ━ even drunk you were not going to fully play nice. but the energy surrounding everyone in mclaren was enough to have you not on edge for the first time in a long time.
“celebrating the team.” you corrected, nodding at him slightly; but his smile only grew, the chuckle he let out causing your heart to flutter.
the alcohol seemed to have knocked down your walls that were specifically in place for daniel.
“right the team.” daniel grinned, nodding along ━ attempting to wink at you but it somewhat got lost in translation, you knew what he meant to do though; and couldn’t help but laugh, which had his face lighting up once more.
silence took over you two then, awkward silence not that neither of you noticed, swaying side by side to the music; his arm still over your shoulder, eyes aimlessly scanning the crowd.
the few moments to process the conversation sobered you up quickly. nope. you couldn’t do this. no way was a few raspberry and vodkas going to undo all your hard work of shutting him out.
“trying to find your girl for the night?” you asked him as you noticed his eyes still scanning the club, surprised by your own bluntness but hoping that the question would put a safe amount of tension between you two. because it was missing right now and it turns out tension was your safeguard with him.
“nope. no girls tonight.” daniel spoke proudly, eyes looking down at you, unbothered by your question. too drunk to consider the underlying meaning. “well unless you’re free of course,” he smirked, nudging you slightly.
“yeah you wish.” you coughed out, a fake laugh leaving your lips; suddenly feeling stuck in awkward spot. because he didn’t respond how you expected, which was your fault as he was blind drunk so you shouldn’t have expected a predictable answer.
“haven’t been with any girls all year. not that you’ve noticed yet, waiting for you to though.” daniel spoke teasingly, nudging you once more. and if you hadn’t sobered up before you definitely had now, confused by his words.
“alright you’ve drunk too much,”
daniel couldn’t even remember that conversation in monza but you did, it weighed heavy on your mind and had you coming back to the cruel reality that you were in fact not over him.
because the prospect that he wanted you and only you was enough to have you overthinking everything and making him consume all of your thoughts.
a drunk confession which could’ve been absolute bullshit suddenly had your efforts to shut him out become twice as difficult.
suddenly his suggestive looks or comments were making your cheeks heat again. any lame joke he made had you stifling a laugh. and the urge to talk things out had returned for the first time in two years.
it felt pathetic really, and annoyed you beyond belief. considering daniel was still acting cold 90% of the time, monaco still an open wound. and even the highs of monza and a drunk interaction wouldn’t fix it.
not when he couldn’t remember the conversation.
but he was still struggling with his want for you, just wasn’t doing anything about it like he had at the start of the year. completely oblivious to the fact you had cracked and if he did try knocking down those walls they’d come crumbling down.
but somehow, someway, the pair of you got through the year.
those around you were surprised, even congratulated you at the end of the season in a light hearted manner.
and a well earned break over the winter was the biggest relief. free of him and the anxiety he brought, no longer needing to think through every word and move, put so much time and focus into not reacting to the things he said or did.
time off from work was great, but time away from him was better.
a couple weeks in you found yourself wondering if you missed him, which had you spiralling for a few days in self-hatred as you questioned how you could even think that. but it weighed heavy on your mind, almost as if it was the truth you didn’t want to admit.
but the stars seemed to be aligning, because a week before you were due back at mclaren for your first meeting of the year you got a lovely phone call.
charlotte was leaving, you were now lando’s press officer.
an easy decision because zack and everyone below him were aware to the tensions between you and daniel, confused as they had expected a friendship better than the one you shared at redbull, but they didn’t question it.
the writing was on the wall that something had happened.
so it was a no brainer to move you across the garage and find someone new for daniel. and you didn’t hesitate in agreeing, even thanking him.
the first meeting of the year came around, and this time you were not feeling that dread or anxiety as you had been last time.
typing away in your office before the meeting without a worry in the world. yes you’d be seeing him again but then you’d be able to avoid him, no need to think about what you’re going to say or do to resist him or spite him.
heck you weren’t even phased when you entered the board room to the only free seat being next to daniel; giving everyone a warm smile as you quickly sat down before things went underway.
“what?” daniel had spoke up for the first time when the powerpoint on display had everyone in attendance name mentioned, your name there with ‘lando’s pr officer’ in brackets next to it.
all eyes were on him and he felt no need to mask his obvious confusion, leaning forward in his seat ever so slightly.
“the slide is wrong.” daniel hummed, motioning towards it casually, causing others to now become confused. zack mumbling out incoherent words as he quickly read over the document ahead of him that he definitely didn’t make.
“looks fine to me…” zack trailed off eyes raising back to daniel in expectance, daniel shaking his head as he adjusted in his seat.
“you put lando’s name next to y/n instead of mine,” daniel spoke innocently, almost cringing afterwards at how possessive and pathetic it sounded, that he was even mentioning a small typo. what he thought was a typo.
your turn to be confused now, eyes glancing to daniel once over to see if he was being serious. no one told him?
“she’s with lando this year.” zack chuckled as if it was no big deal, although daniel was less than impressed with the news.
you were? since when?
“what? why?” daniel spoke without thinking as he turned to face you for a moment then back to zack, sounding too surprised and alarmed for his liking ━ upset even.
an awkward silence fell over as you shifted in your seat, unsure as to why he would be surprised.
“well it seemed like the obvious option. the uh… clear tension between you two seemed unbearable by the end of the year.” zack explained with a sheepish chuckle, but daniel didn’t want to hear it.
he was dwelling and processing the fact you’d be with lando now full time. he’d lose the opportunity to be around you, to even just have you as ‘his.’ in a situation where he had no right to be jealous he felt that familiar feeling of envy he felt too many times last year be dumped on him suddenly.
“if there was an issue it would’ve been brought up.” daniel practically huffed, slouching back in his seat ━ and you still couldn’t hide your bewildered expression. that last thing he should be is shocked let alone upset.
“it’s for the better.” you summed up with a forced smile, wanting to the conversation to move along quickly as you send a nod zack’s way.
the whole meeting was torturous, daniel quite literally sulking in his seat and giving nothing more than a nod or ‘mhm’ when spoken to, the first time you’d ever seen him so short and blunt with others besides you.
daniel knew it made sense. but while you two working together wasn’t necessarily enjoyable, he still liked the fact he had you in someway. after all his failed attempts to rid himself of his want for you, he had the reassurance that you still had to be by his side at the end of day no matter what happened.
that even though you appeared to hate him, well ‘feel nothing but pity’ towards him you would still be there.
he wasn’t thinking as he followed you out of the board room, not caring how obvious it was that he wanted to talk to you as he followed you to your office, growing frustrated as you pretended to not hear him behind you.
you were confused and scared. not of him but what he was going to say. it was quite clear he was not impressed you had jumped ships and while you were trying to pretend it doesn’t, it definitely lit that small hope inside of you that you can’t seem to shake that he wants you.
“you’re just going to run away again?” daniel broke the silence as you two got far away enough from the main sections of offices and desks, moving into the narrow hallways ━ the less important and smaller offices including yours as you spent much more time off campus than on.
“don’t start with me daniel,” you sighed in frustration - not even close to understanding what he was trying to say, pinching the bridge of your nose as you kept up your pace, not even looking back. flashbacks to this time last year where you had a not so lovely reunion.
“you’re infuriating, you know that? just avoid, avoid, avoid,” daniel rambled ━ hand waving in the air for emphasis, almost lost in his words he didn’t see you stop and turn around, making him come to a quick halt.
your eyes were looking at up him, unlike last time the pair of you were here where you could barely make eye contact. it was him now who wanted to shy away from your gaze, because stare too long and he’d probably do something stupid.
“avoid?” you asked in fake interest, raising your eyebrows. “enlighten me daniel what on earth am i avoiding?” you mused, shifting your weight on to one foot, appearing fed up. looking at him as if he was being unreasonable.
“us!” he all but yelled, as if it was obvious ━ confused as to why you even needed to ask. “it’s all you do!” he exclaimed, tensing as you laughed at his words.
he refused to believe you could just laugh and shrug off of any mention or attempt to talk about the pair of you, you had done it all year and he wasn’t going through that again.
“you are the most deluded person i have ever met.” you spoke lightly, giving him a small nod before twisting on your feet ━ and he didn’t even let you take a step before he had your wrist in his hand.
“don’t fucking walk away from me.” daniel grumbled as he tugged you back, amazed how you could pretend to not know what he meant by run away yet do the same thing right now.
“no i will walk away from you daniel because you’re inability to realise you’re the issue is insane. you spent years avoiding things between us. you then ruined it completely and you have to deal with that, not try blame me.” you snapped at him, emphasis on all of the ‘you’s.’
daniel shook his head in denial, not wanting to hear nor believe you. which was probably why the pair of will forever be going around in circles.
“i tried to fix things!” the driver spoke almost desperately, eyes pleading with yours to listen as you were quick to speak back.
“not hard enough!” your tone mirrored his, before realising your emotions had got the best of you. you were practically yelling for anyone to hear. how could you go a year without any slip ups but one day of work in 2022 and suddenly the flood gates were open.
“i fucked up. i have admitted that. i have tried to be friendly, then tried to be civil. but at least i don’t pretend that this is nothing.” daniel ranted, hands motioning between the pair of you, and you were quick to shake his head as he spoke, almost cutting him off.
“it is nothing!” you spoke out in an exasperated sigh. “it has been nothing for almost four years!” you told him, the words difficult to get out, rushed even, as if you were trying to convince both him and yourself.
“you’re full of shit.” daniel chuckled, his turn to shake his head and his sudden cockiness and disbelief frustrated you, your scoff echoing in the halls.
“yeah how so?” you entertained his comment, egging him to go on ━ expressing your doubt at his words. but really you were just trying to not show your doubt at yourself. it wasn’t nothing. you knew that.
“if you felt nothing you’d be able to work with me.” daniel spoke in certainty, raising his eyebrows. “you’d be able to be friendly. you wouldn’t have spent all of last year actively avoiding me, ignoring me, trying so hard to treat me like a fucking stranger.” his rant continued, and you felt slightly called out.
“it wasn’t that hard.” you corrected, ignoring his point as you held your ground, but the hum he let out showed he wasn’t backing down either.
“i don’t believe you.” daniel made it simple for once, and the shaky breath you let out told him enough; that he was right.
you weren’t going to admit it though. or else that hard work would’ve been for nothing. you did not bite your tongue and keep your legs together for so long just to undo it all with another confrontation.
“i realised my worth.” you dodged his point again, eyes not daring to leave his just incase he showed any signs of slipping up or self-doubt, not even aware that his hand still had a grip on your wrist until it loosened and he then let go.
“tell me you feel nothing then, go on,” daniel ignored you right back, and his request would’ve been easy but his hand had left your wrist with the sole intention to cup the side of your jaw, tilting your head up ever so slightly but it was enough to have your breath hitching in your throat.
you’d seen that look in his eye too many times, the way his tongue rolled through his lips, the feeling of his large hand pressing against your skin. that cold feeling, his rings of course.
his curls looked good too, sitting on top of his furrowed brow which was from his frustration.
fuck. you were already crumbling.
“i already told you.” your confidence seemed to have vanished, attempting to hide the fact you were flustered and not so subtlety checking him out, clearing your throat in an attempt to compose yourself.
“tell me again.” he shrugged, voice now just above a whisper meaning it had seemed to drop an octave, sending shivers up your spine. you wanted to curse at your body’s inability to resist this man.
your lips parted though, intending to do so with whatever self control you had left, but his thumb brushed your bottom lip before any words got out ━ shutting you up quickly, which he didn’t fail to notice.
the small smirk that broke on his face alongside his eyebrows raising as if to beg you to go on, say what you were going to, had you wanting to slap him. shove him off you.
but you didn’t. of course you didn’t.
“so it’s a pity fuck you’re after? can’t handle losing out to lando already?” you questioned, deciding to shift the focus back onto him and where this was suddenly coming from instead of entirely admitting defeat.
daniel’s eyes visibly darkened, and it showed by the way his grip tightened on your face simultaneously, enough for it to go straight to your thighs and rid any worries of anyone seeing the pair of you, aroused if anything.
the mention of lando didn’t bother him, he was far from jealous of that kid. sure his relationship with you and with the car annoyed him, but he didn’t feel threatened by him.
but being labelled a pity fuck? didn’t find that funny the first time and wasn’t finding it funny now, suddenly quite eager to make you eat your words.
and you were in the same boat, silently hoping he would prove you wrong. all rational thoughts surrounding him had left the moment he had ahold of your face and you got caught up in him and his addictive features.
“we both know it wouldn’t be a pity fuck.” daniel hummed through gritted teeth, eyes studying your features carefully. the eagerness in your eye, your inability to look away from him; he was right. “would have you begging for it.”
you had no response, at a loss of words; which wasn’t ideal considering he was loving it.
he hadn’t even intended for the conversation to go this way ━ yes he has thought about this moment too many times since joining mclaren, but he had followed you in an attempt to convince you to be his press officer again, not to get between your legs.
he started to doubt himself, whether this was the right way to start the year off. he had fucked up last year, he did not want to do the same again.
it was looking that way though when you suddenly shoved him off you, and he was ready to eat his words, apologise; but instead it was you gripping his wrist and dragging him towards your office.
oh.
he was embarrassingly dumbfounded as you tugged him inside and shut the door behind the pair of you, and next thing he knew your hands were cupping his face and your lips were on his.
it was so unlike you, even when the pair of you were on the best of terms it was always him dragging you off somewhere for a quickie. if you weren’t in the walls of your own hotel or home, it would be daniel initiating anything.
he processed everything when you soon pulled away, staring up at him expectantly. only then had he realised he had kissed back but barely touched you.
his eyes had searched your face for any doubt or regret, and when none was found he was quick to sweep into action ━ coming to his senses.
the grip of his hands on your waist was sudden and tight, and your back hitting the door was a relief, the gasp you let out being hushed by his lips reconnecting with yours.
the burning sensation of his hands eagerly pawing at your sides and his lips moving against yours passionately made you completely unaware to the small ache from hitting the surface so roughly, or the worry you had moments ago when he hadn’t exactly mirrored your eagerness.
but that was all forgotten now, his kisses hard to keep up with as his hands slid under your shirt, the front of his body pushing against yours while your fingers tangled through his hair.
it was messy, the pair of you trying to touch and feel every inch of each other, the need to refamilairise yourselves with the others body. but it felt so good, tongues clashing as your heavy breaths started to fill the air.
“pity fuck right?” daniel breathed out as your lips let up for a few moments, his hand hitting the door randomly until he found the lock on the handle, switching it and testing it a couple of times, eyes not leaving yours all the while.
you had rolled your eyes, chest moving up and down, suddenly feeling overheated and he had barely touched you.
“shut up,” you mumbled, watching as your fingers pulled through some of his curls before moving to rest at the back of his neck, nails scratching at the skin lightly.
daniel only hummed, before his lips were back on your skin, kissing down your jaw to your neck, open mouth kissed being pressed anywhere and everywhere as your head fell back, mind growing foggy from him being all over you.
hands on your waist, then your hips, then your upper torso. his knee has pressed between your thighs, his hips were pushed against yours ━ nipping, sucking and licking at the sensitive spots along your collar bone and under your ear. he was everywhere.
“daniel,” you squirmed, attempting to roll your own hips forward ━ speaking through a whimper, and you could practically feel his grin against you.
“mhm?” he barely mumbled, too busy with his hands as they found the hem of your shirt. you cooperated quickly, moving your arms up so he could peel the material off of you ━ which he did relatively quickly before tossing it over his shoulder.
you had no answer for him, unsure as to what you were asking for because you had come to remember anything was good enough. tongue, kisses, fingers ━ anything.
your hands went to rest on his chest, although that lasted one second before he had a hold of your wrists, moving your hands back above your head. his large hand held your two wrists with ease, your thighs squeezing around the knee he had pressed against you from the action.
“gonna let me fuck you in your office? for anyone to hear?” daniel hummed out, quite easily holding you in place ━ no shame in allowing his eyes to graze over your chest which was now slightly poked out due to his hold on your arms.
your cheeks burned from the question, quickly being reminded of his filthy mouth and only exciting you for what’s to come, nodding in confirmation to his words, squirming once more. while your office was not the most spacious nor preferred space, it would do the job. and you’d just have to hope there’d be no one in passing meanwhile.
he wasn’t oblivious to your attempts to move against his thigh, and while it was hard to ignore it wasn’t too much of a challenge with the incredible view right in front of his eyes.
“use your words angel,” daniel encouraged, his free hand moving to wrap around your neck ━ not applying any pressure but the hold none the less had you eager to comply to his request instead of roll your eyes.
“yes,” you were quick to tell him through a slight huff, hips rolling against his leg once more ━ doing little to relieve the ache developing for him. “come on dan,” you sighed, pout tugging on your lips.
the nickname you hadn’t spoken for far too long came out naturally without second thought, falling into old habits relatively quickly but it felt normal to both you and him ━ his eyebrows raising in surprise, amusement clear on his face at your desperation.
“forgot how easy it is to get you in line princess,” daniels comments continued, fingers pressing into the side of your neck ever so slightly ━ his rings pressing further into your skin as he did so. “should’ve done this last year,” he hummed out.
god it appeared as if he could stand here and talk for hours, the whine managing to slip past your lips even with the restricted airway.
“did you always talk this much?” the sarcastic question was an attempt to hurry him up without voicing just how needy you were, although your body was speaking for itself.
“longer the talk the longer i get to look at you like this.” daniel explained, squeezing your neck tightly for a few moments ━ no urgency about him, the hold of your wrists beginning to be a nuisance as you wished to touch him. “plus pretty girl we both know how much you love my hand around your neck.”
you had no come back, not ready to beg yet but you weren’t going to tell him he was wrong, because he wasn’t. so you kept quiet, breaths irregular as he let you breathe once more.
a satisfied hum left his lips and suddenly both grasps had let go of their hold, his hands finding your thighs instead as he quickly hoisted you up onto his waist, your arms wrapping around his neck.
it only took him a couple steps till he met your small desk, one hand pushing things aside ━ the sound of things falling and hitting the floor not bothering the pair of you as he placed you down on the surface.
he looked hungry as he stared down at you for a moment, tongue wetting his bottom lip as his hands spread your legs ━ standing in between them before crouching down onto his knees, although he made no further movements.
you leaned back on your hands, watching him intently and managing to not fold under his intense stare, his grip on your upper thighs adding to the wetness that was sure to have already soaked your panties.
“remember what i said about begging?” daniel spoke up as his hands began to tug your pants down your legs, your hips raising to help so he could have them out of your way.
you didn’t hesitate to roll your eyes this time; amazed by how patient he was being right now, as if someone couldn’t come looking for him at any moment, or realise the pair of you were missing.
“you’re gonna have to tell me what you want,” he continued, eyes looking up at you as he tugged your lace underwear down your legs as well. you were ready to protest, but a sharp tug and his arms hooking around your legs had your cunt right in front of his mouth, his hot breath a contrast to the cool air; earning a small yelp from you.
“please,” you breathed out, head falling back as your eyes took refuge on the ceiling ━ attempting to calm down, his touch, his gaze; all of it was riling you up, and you were still struggling to sit still. apart of you wanted to at least try not come across so desperate.
daniel was loving every minute of it though, not able to help himself as his tongue drew a quick line through your folds, watching as your head snapped back up to look down at him. the moan that left your lips making his jeans feel too tight.
“please what?” the driver spoke, teasingly hovering his tongue over your entrance once more ━ which had his nose running over your clit. the slight and almost touches causing you to whimper as your eyes attempted to plead with him.
“daniel,” you whined once more, hips bucking but to not to any relief as he held you in place, arms locked tight around your thighs ━ leaving you spread and already squirming for him.
his nose bumped your clit again as he looked back up at you, the chuckle he let out as his lips remained ghosting your folds only teasing your body further.
“tell me what you want.” he repeated through a grumble, not even flinching nor giving in to his own desire to devour you right now, dealing with being so close to what he wanted much better than you.
your jaw clenched as you quickly realised you had no option to oblige, knowing he would keep you like this for hours if he had to.
“your tongue.” you breathed out, heat rising up your neck once more as you tightened your grip on the table below you just at the thought of him eating you out.
you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about it recently, but you hadn’t anticipated it for quite some time; considering you were hell bent on not letting him near you again.
his eyes were pouring up into yours, which took you a few moments to process ━ realising he was making no moves, although his head did tilt to the side slightly. his nose brushing your clit once more, causing your whole body to flinch.
“please,” you quickly picked up on what he was waiting for, the teasing almost too much to handle meaning all pride was gone. “your tongue please, or fingers, just touch me… please,” you pleaded, a smirk appearing on the mclaren drivers face.
oh how he’d missed your need for him.
it was all he needed to hear, practically diving into your cunt as his tongue lapped at your folds, no shame in getting a taste of your arousal he had proudly caused.
the moan that left your lips from finally getting some pleasure was pornographic, lips parting in ecstasy as one hand flew to his hair, a tight grip on his curls while the other remained on the desk to support yourself.
the pair of you had no care in the world, no time for you to even try stay silent, you were being hushed at least though, whime daniel would not dare even think of telling you to muffle or hide the pretty sounds leaving your lips.
his name kept leaving your mouth surrounded by curses or pleas, tugging on his curls and earning a small grunt from him as he paid the perfect amount of attention to your clit and entrance.
“oh fuck,” a slightly louder moan had slipped out suddenly as his nose dragged over your clit perfectly while his tongue continued to make your toes curl.
he hummed in appreciation of your praise, sending vibrations through your core before he moved his lips to your clit, managing to slip a finger inside of you while doing so.
“come on baby, let everyone know there’s no issues between us,” he practically cooed up at you, not wasting time in adding a second finger right after, pumping them in out of you at a fast pace, taking a few moments to admire the sight above him.
he was in awe, the image he could only have in his head recently looked even better in person, better than he remembered; and the sudden urge to make you feel so good you could only remember his name washed over him.
he wasn’t letting you slip through his fingers again.
“oh my god dan,” you moaned out, stomach twisting at the reminder if people were to be near by they could most likely hear you. but the addition of his fingers had the care drifting away once more, quite happy to chant his name.
his lips were then back on your clit, causing your eyes to roll back as the onslaught continued ━ he did everything right every time, his fingers stretching you out did not make a wrong move as they thrusted in and out of you, and his tongue flicked perfectly over your sensitive bud.
the volume of your moans and whimpers were growing, meaning your hand had left his curls to try muffle any of the noise leaving your mouth as you fast approached your high.
daniel wasn’t silent now, despite the sounds of his tongue against you and fingers moving in and out of you, solely focused on getting you to come undone above him, wanting nothing more than to make you shake and see stars.
and that’s exactly what he did when he curled his fingers, your walls clenching around him almost as an immediate response as your head snapped up to look at him.
“i’m close,” you whimpered out in warning, trying to keep your eyes open to watch him. his head between your thighs, the forming marks from him keeping your legs spread. his curls were messy thanks to your fingers, and you were practically done for when his eyes looked up at you with a dark stare.
“cum for me, make a mess all over my fingers angel,” daniel rushed his words out, but they still sounded demanding, and almost on cue you came moments later ━ unable to focus on the man as your eyes rolled back again, thighs attempting to push against his grip as your back arched.
daniel though was sure to watch, groaning as your body shook and your face contorted with pleasure. he was regretting not taking your bra off but it did little to dampen his mood as he helped you ride out your high.
but he was a greedy man, seeing you spread and so vulnerable for him making those noises, looking like that; he couldn’t help but continue.
he didn’t even slow his fingers down for a moment, instead adding a third with ease due to your cum, tongue circling your sensitive clit as if he had just come in to contact with it.
“oh━ daniel please,” you quickly realised what was happening, your legs trembling in his grasp as you struggled to shut your mouth, jaw hanging open from the overstimulation as your eyes squeezed shut.
your grip of the table faltered for a moment, moving to rest on your elbow ━ knocking something over in the process but it was the last thing on your mind. daniel was the only thing on your mind. unsure as to where your body was at, your orgasm blending into another one approaching shamefully fast.
“you want to cum again?” his voice brought your awareness back after getting you off for a little, having gotten lost in the sound of your own moans as you quickly nodded with out another thought.
you wanted to look at him again, desperately. craving to see the smirk you claim to hate but his three long fingers moving inside of you, hitting that spot every time made opening your eyes seem impossible.
“don’t know if i should let you.” daniel was speaking so casually despite sounding out of breath, and you were hoping you heard his words wrong. knowing damn well this man had a thing for edging.
you were unsure if you could handle a ruined orgasm right now.
“no please,” you cried out, looking at him in alarm now ━ coming back to your senses ever so slightly, his taunts distracting you momentarily from your sensitive and aching cunt that he was showing no mercy to.
the chuckle he let out told you that he wasn’t being serious, and you would’ve let out a breath of relief if you had any control over your breathing, not even mustering up enough control to glare at him.
he gave you a wicked grin, before his tongue was back accompanying his fingers which showed no signs of slowing down.
it was with little warning you came again, although daniel still saw it coming from the way you clenched around his fingers once more; he hadn’t forgot how your body worked.
the intention was to bite down on your own hand as you came again to shut yourself up but that was a distant memory when stars filled your vision and your whole body shook, cumming over his fingers again as you practically squealed his name.
daniel’s tight grip was the only thing that kept you in place as you came down from your high, your chest rising up and down as small whimpers escaped your throat.
“good girl,” his praise had your eyes fluttering open, watching as he licked you clean before raising to his feet. no shame in admiring his slightly swollen lips as messy hair as he stood above you. “look so good when you’re screaming my name,” he was sure to point out with a telling smirk.
it wasn’t possible to blush from embarrassment as your cheeks were already flushed, but your little whine was an attempt to tell him to shut up.
“it’s a good thing hm? need everyone to know your mine,” his voice lost it’s teasing tone, his hand moving out towards you before grabbing your neck, forcing your head up to look at him properly. “don’t we?” he asked you with raised eyebrows.
he was unsure as to why he had felt a large sense of possessiveness, maybe to ensure he didn’t lose you again. or for reassurance. verbal reassurance.
“mhm,” you tiredly agreed, attempting to nod but his choking grasp prevented any movement. which wasn’t doing anything to help your shaky legs, which had wrapped around his hips lightly.
daniel let out a hum of thought, eyes glancing over you once. for a moment he wondered if he needed to give you a break, let you fully recover. but then a lazy smile broke out on your features, one he could’ve easily missed but he knew it all too well, causing him to mirror it.
“you’re fucking perfect you know that?” he spoke through a breath as his hand slid up your neck and to your jaw instead, tapping your lips with his index finger. “still so good for me,” his praise continued, causing your cheeks to somehow get redder as you parted your lips for him in response to the tap.
you were blind in submission, staring up at him with big eyes and despite your body feeling tired you were just eager for his next move, still wanting and craving more of him or whatever he’d give you.
daniel loved how responsive you were to him, as if the pair of you had been together just last week, watching as you opened your mouth for him without a second thought.
another hum of appreciation was offered to you by the driver before he spat in your mouth, tapping your jaw twice afterwards ━ and he groaned as you were quick to shut your lips and swallow.
“fuck me,” he rasped under his breath and it had a timid and innocent smile spreading on your features once more, irregular breaths still being heard from you but you had stopped shaking now, well except your thighs.
you took your few moments of control to reach forward, pushing his shirt up and he got the memo; a small laugh being heard from the aussie as he peeled his shirt off completely, the material landing right next to yours on the floor.
“need you inside of me,” you told him quietly as your hands explored his toned abdomen, attempting to pull him closer by your legs being wrapped around him.
“hm do you now?” he spoke down at you, raising a brow and you couldn’t even be annoyed at his continuous teasing, just nodding quickly; in no panic because you could hear him fiddling with his belt.
you sat up a bit more and leant forwards instead of speaking; attaching your lips to what you could reach of his neck ━ kissing at his tanned skin lazily. “please,” you murmured through a small giggle, feeling the chuckle erupt from his chest.
you were relieved to hear his belt and pants hit the floor, shifting back onto your hands so you could look up at him again, although you barely got any time to admire him as his hands pried your legs off of him, spreading your legs once more.
standing between your thighs as he propped one of your legs up on the table, exposing your glistening cunt to him fully and giving him easy access, mouth watering at the sight once more.
“take your bra off,” he had mumbled out the instructions as he pumped his hard cock a few times, guiding to your entrance as he tugged you forward ever so slightly to ensure he’d have no difficulties in fucking you.
“say please.” you mocked, unable to stop the grin on your face as his eyes snapped to yours ━ raising an eyebrow in question although you were already ridding yourself of the material, unclasping the back and tossing it aside.
he had rolled his eyes, even mumbled something under his breath but you hadn’t heard as he suddenly thrusted inside of you ━ bottoming out with no warning.
the grin was wiped off your face instantly, your moan intertwining with the groan he let out, his hands holding your thighs apart once more as he watched himself disappear inside you.
“fuck you take me so well,” daniel grunted out as his head fell back for a few moments, your sensitive cunt clenching around him almost immediately as you whimpered from the full feeling.
“oh my god,” you barely whispered as he then started to move, and there was no gradual or build up in pace ━ getting straight into deep and quick thrusts, ensuring you felt every inch of him.
“fuck don’t stop,” you whined as your hands gave out on you quickly, too quickly; but his harsh thrusts had your body moving with them, the whole desk moving with them, now leaning back on your forearms.
daniel eyes didn’t know where to look, your bouncing breasts or watering eyes and pleasure struck face, the sounds both of you were making louder than the desk scratching against the ground with every snap of his hips.
“look so fucking pretty like this, legs spread just for me,” he groaned as he grabbed ahold of the leg you had hoisted up on the desk and lifting it a little further up, hitting a different angle inside of you and fuck did it feel good.
you couldn’t even string together a coherent sentence as he practically fucked you stupid, jaw hanging open as he thrusted in and out of you ━ bathing you in praise as he moaned and groaned.
“feels so━ fuck daniel, feels so good,” you gasped, trying hard to voice your appreciation of how he was fucking you, and not that he needed any confirmation but he sure did love to hear it.
“yeah let everyone know how well i’m fucking you baby,” daniel breathed out in reply, pulling out of you and dragging you off the table a moment later. “gonna ruin your pretty pussy,” he hummed out as he bent you over the desk before you could figure out what was happening.
you moaned at his words alone, then moaned again when his hand came down on your ass harshly ━ few moments later he slid back inside you, the new position always a preferred one as he moved your hips to meet his.
your tits and the side of your cheek were pressed against the surface of your desk, which was now a mess, as he fucked you relentlessly ━ moaning at every thrust as he bounced you back and forth on his cock.
“you’re mine.” there was his possessive again, his hand tangling in your hair and lifting you up, your back meeting his chest as you gasped. “think anyone else could ever fuck you this good?” he rasped in your ear as he held you up.
your head fell back against his shoulder, words turning you on more than they should’ve as you shook your head, a quick mumbles of no’s being heard through your whines.
“no, no, no. only you.” you whimpered, his hand leaning your hair to hold your neck instead ━ causing your hand to grip onto his arm. “only you dan, i’m all yours,” you breathed out.
you knew that a long time ago, no one could ever make you feel like he does. it upset you the fact really, but when he had you on the brink of a third orgasm you had no shame in admitting it.
“damn right you are.” he huffed, his other hand leaning your hip as his arm snaked around your waist, finding your sensitive bud as he started to pay attention to your clit. “i’m yours too don’t fucking forget it,” he told you as he started to kiss your neck.
and once more he was everywhere, moving in and out of you, rubbing your clit, choking you ━ kissing your skin. but even all of the attention he was paying to your overstimulated body his words were consuming your mind.
he’s never said that before. ever.
daniel wasn’t even worried about his confession, because it wasn’t something that slipped in the heat of the moment. it’s the realisation he had a year ago when you made it clear you wanted nothing to do with him.
“you’re all i think about,” he breathed out ━ and you could only whimper in reply, squeezing his arm as if to agree or reassure his words, not that he needed it. “get off to the thought of you like this all the fucking time,”
“mhm daniel,” you moaned in response, not able to find words to both respond to him and warn him that you were close, opting for his name instead. but like usual he was ten steps ahead, reading your body perfectly as his fingers sped up.
you came quickly again, and if it wasn’t for his fast thinking and his fingers sliding into your mouth you would’ve screamed his name, legs wobbling underneath you as he came on his cock.
you barely felt his dick twitch as he came inside of you, thrusts only then growing sloppy as he managed you keep you standing as the pair of you came down from your highs.
you could hear his heavy breaths in your ear as his fingers left your mouth so you too could catch your breath, no shame as you shifted your weight fully into his hold when he slid out of you.
“you good?” his soft voice broke the silence as he kept you in his arms, enjoying the closeness so much so he wished you were in an environment where he could find an excuse to keep you in his hold.
“yeah,” you spoke out in assurance, offering him a small smile through hooded eyes as he twisted you around and helped you sit back on the desk, fingers brushing through your hair for you afterwards.
it wasn’t an awkward silence that fell over the pair of you as you looked at each other, heavy breaths both still filling the room ━ but it was definitely a moment of unsureness and question for the pair of you.
his words were playing over and over in your mind, questioning whether to take it seriously or lightly. already starting to think if this was a one time thing. if this was a mistake.
“i meant what i said,” daniel’s voice broke your thoughts, as if he read your mind ━ he knew your thinking face too well, watching you quite intently from where he stood between your legs.
your cheeks heated at how easily he read you, pursing your lips before actually realising what he said. the small smile that broke onto your face relieving him as much as you.
“i missed you,” you whispered, hand reaching out to his face, motioning for him to come closer. and he did, with a grin all the while as your hand then cupped his cheek.
“i’ve been here a year.” he playfully replied, his hand moving to hover over yours ━ running over the back of your palm. the small kick you gave his leg not having any effect as he chuckled.
“not what i meant,” you huffed, his laughter soon dying out as he nodded, a shaky breath escaping his lips as he leant ever so slightly into your embrace.
“i’m gonna make it up to you.” he told you with certainty. “properly this time. you just gotta let me though,” he added, raising his eyebrows in question to see if you’d agree.
and while the thought of giving him another chance terrified you, as it had never turned out well before; something did feel different this time.
so you nodded, a small and hopeful smile on your face, not bothering to reply to his promise because only time would tell, instead dragging him down for another a kiss. a softer one.
“i missed you too,” he gave his late reply as he grinned into the kiss, already eager and ready to prove himself to you. to not fuck things up like he did last time.
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a/n: ignore the shit ending fluff is not me thing oOops.
unedited atm like usual so bare with me xoxo
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a/n: this has been in my drafts half written for literal months and I'm desperately trying to will Pierre back into some points so I decided to finish it, also yeah I couldn't help myself here sorry also the other half was written literally between the hours of 7 and 10:30 tonight so oops enjoy HELLA UNEDITED
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Warnings: 18+ smut, protected sex (at what cost?), oral sex (m receiving), fingering, choking, Pierre gets called dadd- [GUNSHOTS], cross necklace sucking (nah please what was I thinking) ooh Pierre is getting off on the idea that reader is cheating but she isn't, foul language, degrading language, L O L thats it methinks
“I’d like you two to work together.”
The words coming from your boss’ mouth were incredibly easy to hear, the phonetics and vibrations floating through the air and into your ears with razor sharp precision. But could you comprehend them? Absolutely not. Never in a million years could you work with Pierre Gasly; the grade A asshole who had an affinity for social ladder climbing and corporate law like you’d never seen.
“I’m not sure that’s such a good idea,” Pierre looked genuinely dishevelled at the idea of cooperating with you and it could only be assumed that you held the same frightful expression as he continued. “I mean, we do completely different things! I do actual work here, but y/n? I don’t think I’ve ever seen y/n do anything other than get coffee or play solitaire and shop on her computer! Is this really necessary, Brian?”
Your narrowed eyes threw daggers at the Frenchman, curiosity piqued as to why he was paying so much attention to you when he claimed he did nothing other than work, work, work. Brian, head of internal affairs, shook his head at Pierre from his office chair, seemingly lost for words as he reevaluated the situation. Poor old Brian obviously had no clue just how far your disdain for your colleague went and now, well now, he was in way over his head.
“I’m sorry, Pierre,” your boss said, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the mahogany desk while he sentenced you to proverbial death. “You’ll both have to find a way to get along. Corporate needs this event organised and controlled properly, and you two are the only two with the correct qualifications. Emails have already been sent to your computers. No complaints, understood?”
The only thing you understood was that you’d have to find a new job soon, so that was something.
The clock did little to ease the lull in conversation that followed Brian’s words as it ticked past 9 o’clock the way it always did; slow and monotonous and somewhat teasing. A battle of wills had emerged between the three of you, placing internal bets on who would break first. You didn’t need to glance to your right to know that Pierre was already pulling his dark and broody face, the only one he pulled when he didn’t get his way, hence why you didn’t see it very often.
You were more than happy to fill the silence.
“We have different degrees, Pierre,” you sighed, leaning back in the armchair and bouncing your eyes around Brian’s office at photographs, certificates and the very expensive bourbon decanter you had ogled on the way in. It was like your brain knew you’d need a drink after whatever lay ahead for you.
“You got yours with Daddy’s money and connections and I got mine through going to the library and studying for hours upon hours. So maybe if you had spent as much time working as you spend watching my computer screen, you might have gotten a different job this quarter.”
The fierce crimson wave that you could see creeping up from the collar of your colleague’s pressed shirt sent you into panic mode, your face draining to match the grey of your pencil skirt as you waited for Pierre’s speech of retribution, almost flinching at your imagination.
It never came.
His reaction came by way of a silent nod of thanks to Brian and the straightening of his tie, out the door quicker than you could even identify your feeling as one of regret. Was it regret? Or was it just annoying that he had let you win and now you felt bad for winning? You excused yourself from the worst meeting of your life and headed off down the corridor, cursing the sudden hurricane of confusion that had been stirred inside of you.
Stopping by Pierre’s office on your way back, you were met with a locked door and pulled blinds; the very first time you had ever seen it that way. For as long as you’d been in the job, it was common knowledge that Pierre Gasly was the first person to clock in and always the last person to clock out.
You allowed yourself a real groan this time, vibrations bouncing off the walls of the corridor and straight back into your nagging mind. The exhaustion had finally caught up with you, almost falling into one of the armchairs outside of Pierre’s office and rubbing your eyes violently. You sat for a moment, debating between apologising to your colleague or forgetting it ever happened and that you had imagined his out-of-character yield to your words.
He’s gonna make my life a living hell, you thought, but two can play that game.
—
“Y/n, wake up,” the voice coos, almost sending you into a deeper trance until you reach that state of awareness – the one where you can place the voice, and the man who goes with it. “Come on, sweetheart.” He grits, the nickname covered in false sentimentality and convenience.
Your eyes flutter open slowly, surroundings mixed up with light and unfamiliarity which causes a dull throb to arrive in the back of your head almost immediately. Pierre comes into view next, one hand thrusting a glass of water into your grasp while the other clutches his briefcase and untied-tie.
How did Pierre get into your apartment? Why is he holding his work briefca-
Oh. Oh, fuck.
He must’ve enjoyed the way your freshly rested face falls almost instantaneously as you register exactly what had happened and what was happening, his smirk growing as wide as your eyes had gone not a moment earlier. You try blinking to get rid of the situation before you but it was no good.
You had fallen asleep outside Pierre Gasly’s office – and here you were, the next morning.
Your bed for the night has become far too uncomfortable and you leap off the seat, the back of your thighs peeling off the leather with a slight burn as Pierre watches on in mild amusement. The silence encompassing you both is deafening and the throb in your head is getting stronger with each moment his eyes are on you.
“Stop staring,” you grumble, tucking a piece of hair back into place, avoiding Pierre’s gaze at all costs. You take the glass of water from him with a nod of your head, gulping down the liquid to aid your rapidly drying throat and to formulate a threat at the same time. “Say what you have to say and then leave me alone, ok?”
He gives you the once-over, wandering eyes raking over the same shirt and skirt duo that he saw yesterday, tongue darting out to run over his bottom lip as he examines you. A quick turn on his heel and he’s strolled into his office without another word or sly comment, prompting your blood to boil at Pierre’s sudden inability to play ball with your teasing.
He wasn’t bored, was he?
He was an asshole, that was for sure, but the way he was so quick-witted made your thoughts wander every time he started running his mouth, desperate to know if he was as talented running his mouth somewhere else as he was at work. He was so fucking hot too, oftentimes too hot for his own good – yours too.
The gnawing attraction was always there, from your very first day when you walked straight into him and spilled a scalding oat latte down his crisp powder blue shirt, your whole presence glowing red under his merciless stare as he tutted under his breath and carried on his way without another word.
You’ve only taken three steps away from his office when you hear the door open and a feigned cheerful “Can you come in here please, y/n?” break in the silence of the hallway. His French accent lilts over the words with an almost magnetic pull, a kind of mermaid siren that invades your senses and turns you on your heel to follow it.
Your watch reads 7:32am and it hits you that there’s no one else around except you and Pierre – your throat dries and your blood pumps in your ears uncomfortably loud. You knock on the door to maintain your professional demeanor but when you push into the office and his feet are resting on his glass desk, it’s obvious that he’s not ready to talk about work yet.
In fact, he doesn’t talk at all for 46 seconds. You have to count each second out to calm your nerves under his signature analytical stare.
“Please tell me, y/n,” Pierre drawls, leaning even further back in the office chair as if it were possible. “Why do I come into work and find you asleep outside my office? You need to speak to me, no? To apologise maybe?”
You shift your weight from foot to foot, suddenly insecure at what feels like an ambush; he’s loving it. He awaits your reply with childlike curiosity, ringed fingers rubbing the stubble on his cheeks and then carding through his slightly messy hair. You’re not sure if your speechlessness is due to a formulating answer in your head or if it’s due to the cross necklace peeking out from behind Pierre’s shirt, the glint hitting you right between your thighs.
“Don’t need to apologise,” you mumble, immediately cursing the way your voice has shrunk in the open room, recognising the smirk Pierre’s wearing on his lips as the one he uses in the courtroom. “Can I leave now?”
He stands and your breath catches in your throat, a sudden influx of ‘fuck me, Pierre’ crowding your already overdriven brain. He makes a point to pull each blind that covers the windows boxing you in with him, before stopping to stare at the waking city below.
“I’m not so sure, sweetheart,” he laughs, turning just in time to catch your thighs pressing together to create the friction that you so desperately need – from him. “I think,” Pierre continues, stalking toward you like a predator to prey, “You’re so close to giving up on this facade, y/n. I think you want to fuck me almost as bad as I want to fuck you.”
There’s another silence; a battle of wills as you evaluate and then reevaluate and then evaluate again. He’s right, he’s never once been wrong since you’ve started to work together but there’s something that galls you about knowing that you’re going to give in to him any second now.
He knows he has you. He can see it in the way your tight smile falters, or the way that your eyes take a second more on their blink. He just wants to see if you’ll give in as easily as he thinks you will.
“Do I need to call HR, Mr. Gasly?” You respond, a coy smile stretching across your face while Pierre keeps getting closer and your legs threaten to collapse. He chuckles, an octave lower in case the barren office has suddenly grown ears and wants to eavesdrop on your private meeting.
“I’m sure they’ll hear you screaming my name, chérie, so it won’t be necessary.”
He closes the too-wide gap and brings his lips to yours, moving with purpose and intent – like with everything he does. You sigh into the kiss with an almost pathetic relief, thankful that you can finally give yourself up without the fear that your colleague couldn’t feel the overpowering sexual tension that you could.
Pierre’s lips never leave your skin as he walks you back against the door you had knocked on mere moments ago, your hands clutching the lapels of his suit jacket as you lose yourself in his everything; his taste, his touch, his unmistakable scent of success and money.
“You want to know what I think about you, y/n, hm?” he whispers against the column of your throat, one hand undoing the buttons of your crinkled blouse while the other keeps a strong grip on your waist.
His teeth ghost along the burning skin and a muffled groan threatens to claw its way out of your throat as he continues. “I think that you go home every night to your boyfriend, cook and kiss and do every boring thing he wants you to do,”
He looks at you for a response but you let him keep talking; he doesn’t need to know you don’t have a boyfriend at home. Maybe he needs to think that you do.
“I think you let him touch you, but you wish it was me, isn’t that right, ma belle? You wish I was fucking you the way you need, the way you deserve?”
You’re so caught up in the way he’s describing how much he thinks of you that you don’t realise that your shirt has been discarded on the floor and that Pierre’s belt has been dropped on top of it, his fingers making quick work on the buttons of his slacks.
Your brain melts, mouth waters and panties dampen as you watch him; he’s nothing if not a showman.
You swap places with him, spinning and pushing his back against the door before wordlessly dropping to your knees. “I think,” you start, tugging down his trousers and palming over the bulge in his boxers, doe eyes returning for Pierre’s entertainment. “You’re so desperate to get your dick wet; it’s pathetic.”
Before he has a chance to protest your claims, you’ve rid him of his boxers and wrapped your lips around his tip, tongue swirling around the swollen head as he lets the profanities flow from his mouth.
Pierre switches from English to French with a learned ease and the combination of the two has you sneaking a hand between your thighs and into your panties, desperate to ease your own ache that he started.
He snakes a hand into your hair and guides you up and down his length, head thrown back against his office door as you hollow your cheeks around him. “I’m pathetic?” He seethes through the pleasure, hips beginning to thrust harder and faster into your mouth. “I’m not the one slobbering on a cock and touching herself at the same time.”
Your moans and whimpers send vibrations down his cock and he’s hitting the back of your throat in no time, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as Pierre’s hips never falter. You reach a hand to massage his balls and he’s spewing French expletives like there’s no tomorrow, yet there’s an unmistakable “good girl” that graces your eardrums.
Once he locks eyes with your own through your lashes he reluctantly pulls himself out of your mouth, running a hand through his hair as he calms his breathing and pulls you to stand in front of him. He kisses you again, grunting into your mouth when he tastes himself on your tongue, teeth sinking into your bottom lip when you wrap your legs around his hips.
The kiss robs you of all your senses until you're lowered onto the cool glass desk, hissing when your back makes contact. “You like this, mon ange?” Pierre teases, pulling the zipper of your skirt at a painstakingly slow pace that only serves to make you whinier. “Anyone could walk by and see you getting your attitude sorted, hm? A greedy slut with a god complex, no?”
It sends a shiver down your spine, how dirty his words make you feel and how much it turns you on that someone could walk by and see you and Pierre.
Your hips shift to get out of your skirt, quickly followed by your bra being thrown across the office floor. Two fingers press at your covered clit and you mewl, grinding down on the pressure and holding yourself up on your forearms to watch every one of Pierre’s movements. The fabric is soaked through and you almost feel embarrassed about how easy you feel, until Pierre moves your panties to the side and sinks a finger into your cunt, sighing at the tight fit wrapped around him.
“Does your boyfriend not fuck you enough, y/n?” he teases, and you can’t help but play his game and feed his ego as much as you can. “You’re so tight, fuck, I’m gonna go nice and deep, yeah?”
He adds another finger and you wince, the stretch burning slightly but the pleasure overriding it almost immediately. Pierre’s finger stroke and curl, a delicious combo that has your toes curling and your chest heaving.
“No, Pierre, need you to fuck me, better than anyone,” you whine, teetering on the edge dangerously quick as Pierre sends you a panty-melting smirk while he listens to your begging. “Please, daddy, want everyone to know how good you make me feel.”
It was a no-brainer – the way his jaw goes slack and his fingers still at the name voids everything that he’s ever done to you.
He groans again, this time a faraway sound that seems to imprint on your brain and you know you’ll hear that exact sound every time he’s in your eyeline in the future. His desk drawer opens and he produces a condom, rolling it on his cock in a swift motion while you pop the buttons on his dress shirt, desperate for a glimpse at the taut abs that he hides so well.
He lines himself up and you hold your breath, both of your eyes trained at the point where you connect, simultaneous gasps as he pushes inside inch by delicious inch.
You’re surprised by his pace considering you’re fucking in his office at worlk; opting for slow and deep rather than hard and fast. He finds his way around your body with learned ease, mapping out each point that makes you shudder and shake and the ones that have you panting his name like it’s the only thing left in your head.
“Tell me y/n,” he sighs, leaning over you to pepper kisses from your neck down the valley of your breasts. “Is all that grit and determination just to get fucked on my desk worth it?”
You hear his question but all your attention is taken by the dangling cross in front of your eyes, and you just can’t help yourself.
It dangles low enough that you can capture it in your mouth, tongue running across the cold bars of gold that usually press flush against Pierre’s chest. He’s mesmerised; swears he’s died and gone to heaven as his thrusts stutter slightly while you focus all your energy on the chain.
“‘M s’close” you whisper, the dam of pleasure in your core at breaking point while Pierre continues to hit that spot inside you, wrapping a hand around your throat as he watches you begin to shake under him. “Beg me for it, sweetheart, I know you can.” He spits, fingers tightening every so slightly that you can feel the pleasure heightening and the freight train that’s about to hit you.
Pierre’s other hand lands on your clit, fast and tight circles contrasting from the speed of his strokes and your voice is raw from whimpering but you need to come and you need to make Pierre come.
“Please, daddy, you’re making me feel so good, your good girl,” you babble, maintaining eye contact with the bastard as he never lets up. “Best I’ve ever had, swear, please let me come.”
He only nods and you can’t control anything that you do; unsure if you’re silent or screaming because you’re blindsided by the orgasm that nobody could’ve prepared you for. Pierre rides it out with you, a silent curse of your name as he spills inside the condom and covers your body with his, both of you hyper aware that all the blinds are open and it’s a Wednesday morning at work.
You both redress faster than the whole thing unfolded and you’re limping out of his office and down the corridor to your own, red-faced and overly-happy while never more confused in your whole life.
“Y/n!” A voice calls cheerily, and you turn to be met with Brian, a look of slight worry crossing his features.
“Great to see you and Pierre getting along! Who’d have thought, only 12 hours after that disaster meeting and now he’s lending you suit jackets! I knew I made the right decision!”
Pierre fucking Gasly and his embroidered suits.
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━ Purple Umbrella -> you're on vacation in spain and on your way to the next bed and breakfast with your dog. when you think you arrive at the bed and breakfast, it turns out to be the wrong address. to make things even worse, a large thunderstorm is expected this evening. luckily, the rather handsome-looking stranger is willing to lend a helping hand.
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━ Rule Breaker -> you get stood up by your date, he gets stood up by his friends. to make things even worse, both of you get locked out of your hotel rooms. when no one seems to be present at the reception or anywhere else for that matter, you decide that breaking a few rules for the night wouldn't be the worst thing to do.
━ Dirty Little Secret ft. Charles Leclerc -> you and charles have a long history of hooking up, but being a reserve driver for ferrari doesn't make that easy. especially when his teammate gets involved with the duo. *
━ Lemons -> carlos can't stop pestering and spreading rumours about you and you've had enough of it. you confront him about it and things end up differently than how you expected them to go. *
Daniel Ricciardo
━ Wildest Dreams -> you wake up next to daniel with no recollection of last night. to make things worse, you're stranded in the hotel room with him because of a power outage. luckily, it doesn't take long for things to get steamy. *
━ Night Drive -> you are backpacking around australia, hopping from one car to another to lift to the next hostel. one of your lifts seems to catch your eye more than the others.
Charles Leclerc
━ Fudging Hell -> you and the rest of the grid make a bet to try not to swear all weekend long. it gets rather difficult at the end of the weekend when charles and pierre come up with an interesting drinking game.
━ What The Heck -> the swearing game has come to an end, with a drinking game deciding on the winner. the following weekend, a new drinking game is introduced, turning things steamy in no time. *
━ Milk & Honey -> you are best friends and teammates with pierre gasly at alpha tauri. dating his best friend was never easy, but it gets even worse when the relationship starts getting rocky and you have to make the choice between pierre or charles. ~
━ Dirty Little Secret ft. Carlos Sainz -> you and charles have a long history of hooking up, but being a reserve driver for ferrari doesn't make that easy. especially when his teammate gets involved with the duo. *
Alex Albon
━ Lollipop -> you and alex relax after a long day of free practice. even though you two weren't exactly allowed to snack on lollipops at the time, you picked today to be your cheat day. deep conversations start and feelings are confessed while the sun slowly sets.
━ Tension -> taking his spot at red bull wasn't something that either of you expected and it certainly didn't help for the better of your relationship. ~
George Russell
━ Sore Loser -> you and george never really liked each other, but being teammates forces the two of you to get along on some level. so, you guys go to the arcade together to try and form some sort of bond. turns out, the brit isn't as bad as he seems.
Max Verstappen
━ Family Dinner -> you've always been straightforward, almost no one that you know has been able to handle you well. the answer for you stands right next to you at the family barbeque, watching the meat sizzle while you hand out the drinks. a game of people-watching reveals more about him and mutual pining might even lead to something more.
this is part two to one time thing which you can read here
in which what was meant to be a one time thing happens again, exposing one of the drivers true feelings for you due to your very observant friend.
warnings; threesome, spanking, choking, oral (m and f receiving,) degradation, praise, overstimulation, hair pulling, unprotected sex, petty and jealous charles, asshole pierre, kinda face fucking? not really, she kinda long oops, eventual smut i swear and poorly written fluff at the end lol
surprisingly, things went back to normal after that night in bahrain.
your little trio had gotten over the secrets, everything was out in the air; it was as if nothing had happened. there was no mention of the night together, despite you definitely thinking about it. a lot.
by the time they were heading off to saudi arabia you were able to compose yourself and enjoy the relief that you were not hiding anything from either driver. and things had remained platonic since.
a quick turn around with plenty of time for things to change, but when you were with the pair of them again in australia it appeared as if everyone would be staying true to their word. that threesome was a one time thing, you were done sleeping with them.
one at time, both at once; it didn’t matter. you had told yourself that you would never be having sex with either of them again, because no matter how good that night was ━ ultimately your friendship with both of them was more important.
it seemed unfair in a way, you had risked it with pierre. but the risk was non-existent, nothing had changed.
why weren’t you willing to take that risk with charles? you couldn’t exactly pinpoint the reason, but you put it down to being because things were going too far. testing the waters with pierre was overwhelming enough.
things were much less stressful when there was no sex. no matter how tempting it still sounds.
“we could do dinner tomorrow night?” charles suggested, sat on the couch of his drivers room ━ it was a thursday, so you and pierre being here was far from a big deal. a rare chance to get quality time with both of them on a race weekend despite being here for the pair of them.
“i’m going out.” you frowned, disappointed the one night they could spare time for you was the one night you had plans. which surprised them and it was obvious, there heads snapping to you in sync which would’ve made you laugh if it was not for the disgusted look on both there faces. “what?”
“with who?” pierre scoffed, almost not believing you. which had you scoffing right back in offence. much to popular belief you had other friends. sure not many, and not close ones. but you did.
“xavier.” you told him innocently, a hand tangling through your hair as you glanced between the two. you parted your lips to speak again, but a monegasque beat you to it.
“xavier?” charles spoke in confusion, drawing both yours and pierre’s eyes. “i don’t know of any xavier.” charles huffed, pierre nodding in agreement as you rolled your eyes.
“he’s one of haas’ mechanics.” you shrugged. “wants to go out for drinks, i can cancel if you’re both so desperate to spend time with me.” you chimed with a laugh, not seeing the big deal of the whole thing.
he had briefly mentioned it sometime last year during one of your conversations with him in the paddock, and brought it up again today ━ the pair of you agreeing tomorrow night worked.
he was a nice guy. nice to look at. was good for a laugh, a break from a lot of the snobs that you had to try make conversation with when pierre and charles were else where.
also a good distraction from the devil on your shoulder which had been begging you to get on your knees for charles or kiss pierre. because while you were acting as if things were normal, it wasn’t always the case.
“you don’t need to cancel.”
“i think you should cancel.”
pierre and charles spoke simultaneously, causing you to cover your mouth to stop the laugh leaving your lips.
“why should she cancel? we need her to make more friends so she’s not clinging to our sides every day and night,” pierre smirked; looking charles way.
“because we haven’t had quality time together for a while. i’m sure zander is willing to postpone.” charles huffed, causing you to roll your eyes.
“xavier.” pierre corrected him, charles only shrugging in response.
you were oblivious, oblivious to the fact that charles was jealous. it wasn’t out of the ordinary for charles to throw a hissy fit if you or pierre’s plans didn’t align with his. especially when he had come up with the idea.
pierre however wasn’t oblivious. while he had questions about this xavier like he would any other time you mentioned a guy, the fact he had been inside you just two weeks ago didn’t matter to him.
sure, he was a possessive guy when he had you, or any girl, beneath him. but you weren’t his. you guys had slept together for months, and all the while he never bat an eyelash if your eyes went another guys way.
he’d only care if he was purposefully trying to gain your attention, and that never failed; so he never had any reason to stress.
but he read charles like a book. the way his jaw had been clenched since the moment you spoke that other guys name, the panic in his eyes when you mentioned you two were going out for drinks. the glare the ferarri driver had sent him when he encouraged you not to cancel, almost looking personally offended.
charles wasn’t being petty right now. he was jealous and worried.
“we can do dinner tonight? just nothing fancy,” you shrugged; considering it was already late afternoon, sending charles a sympathetic smile which did not help one bit.
“i don’t get why your plans with xavier are so important.” charles grumbled, arms crossing over his chest like a little kid, oblivious to pierre’s skeptical gaze, looking over him in suspicion.
“fine to prevent a tantrum i’ll cancel. but you’re buying me a drink.” you rolled your eyes with a laugh, and pierre did not miss the monegasque eyes light up at the small statement.
the french man let out a fake laugh, also noticing your lack of awareness of charles jealousy despite his poor efforts of hiding it. was he reading into this too much?
━━
“that was so good!” you practically grinned ear to ear as you jumped into charles arms following his pole position, waiting for him back in the paddock outside ferarri garage; you were more than proud of your best friend.
charles felt as if he was on top of the world, sure only half the job was done. but the car was still good. it had performed the last two weeks and was doing so once again. but the biggest smile on his face came when his arms wrapped around you.
always his favourite person to get praise from, to celebrate with.
“not bad eh?” charles chuckled, squeezing you tightly before releasing you from his grip. your smile matched his, looking proud like always. you were his and pierre’s biggest supporter, despite shit talking them every other day; when it came to the time they were on track you could never contain your emotions.
“it was alright.” pierre’s voice interrupted the pair of you, charles rolling his eyes as you quickly turned to the french man; your sympathetic smile one with meaning as you embraced him as well.
“tomorrow is what matters.” you spoke proudly, not missing either of their eye roles. your go to line if either of them under performed, which was ultimately the case with pierre missing out on Q3.
“well considering━” charles had begun to speak, still beaming from the afternoon he just had, but he was interrupted.
“y/n!” a voice called; drawing all three of your attention to the approaching man, dressed in his haas uniform.
charles had never had his mood deflate so quickly, not after such a good session especially, but he connected the dots quickly. this was xavier.
“xavier,” you politely smiled, stepping aside to make room for him in your little circle. pierre matching you in sending a small smile and nod, while charles simply nodded.
“congrats mate. you’re killing it this year.” xavier had spoke to the ferarri driver, which had charles wanting to groan. why was he holding onto hope that he was an a-grade asshole? he had nodded in appreciation, sending a smile before xavier’s eyes were back on you. “i was wondering if you wanted to get drinks? but i’m assuming celebrations are in order,” he chuckled.
“i’d love to! but i’m not sure if we’re doing anything…” you trailed off, eyes turning to the man of the moment, almost in question. it was only pole, you weren’t too sure if charles wanted to celebrate or if he’d like a quiet night to prepare for what really matters. tomorrow.
“i’m sure you can join us. whatever we end up doing,” pierre grinned, his eyes glancing to charles whose jaw dropped, eyes darting to pierre in confusion.
what was he doing?
“oh no i don’t want to intrude.” xavier chuckled, shaking his head.
“yeah and we have a big day tomorrow so would rather keep it small,” charles tried to politely agree with xavier that he should in fact not intrude.
“no really! it’s fine. considering we made her cancel on you and all yesterday,” pierre smirked; watching as steam practically flew out of charles ears.
even you were confused, confused to why pierre was insisting he joined the three of you for the night; but you didn’t question it. you needed to make it up to xavier regardless.
“yeah okay. if that’s fine with you all.” xavier grinned your way, and charles wanted to slap the stupid smile off his face when you mirrored his grin. suddenly your attention had been taken off of him, when he was the guy everyone else was looking at.
━━
“you need to stop.” pierre had narrowed his eyes at charles, the pair of them sat on the couch, waiting for their cars to arrive to head to the paddock.
“stop what?” charles asked in innocent confusion, glancing towards the alpha tauri driver, turning his phone off as his words seemed to hold a lot of weight despite coming out of nowhere.
last night hadn’t been too bad. a few of the ferrari guys and a couple haas mechanics had joined, a random group of people yet a relaxing night filled with only one drink each but plenty of laughter.
pierre had spent the entire time focusing on you, xavier and charles however. and it was painful how obvious the monegasque was acting.
pierre questioned if he had ever failed to notice such obvious behaviour before, because he was having to hold in his laughter as charles grip tightened on his glass every time xavier made an attempt to flatter you.
charles desperate attempts to get your attention whenever you started speaking to xavier away from the group, pretending to not notice he was interrupting was pierre’s favourite part.
he didn’t know what was worse, the fact charles was making it so obvious that he wanted to punch xavier across the table or the fact you didn’t notice.
“stop whatever it is you feel for y/n.” pierre replied, raising his eyebrows; not missing charles facial expression falter for a moment before he replaced it with amusement.
“yeah okay pierre.” charles laughed, rolling his eyes as he returned his attention to his phone.
“i’m not joking. it’s so painfully obvious, you go the same colour of your shirt every time she mentions xavier.” pierre crossed his arms over his chest as if to challenge him, and charles rolled his eyes at the mention of the haas mechanic.
“i do not. and so what if i much rather it us three.” charles shook his head, deflecting with ease. yet pierre wasn’t buying any of it.
“i’m not stupid charles.” pierre rolled his eyes.
“okay so maybe i don’t want to hear about another guy when we were the ones she was with only two weeks ago? i don’t think that’s irrational.” charles huffed, not needing any of pierre’s interrogation.
“you don’t want to hear about it because you have feelings for her.” pierre corrected him, speaking certainly.
“that’s not true.” charles huffed, quick in his reply; still avoiding pierre’s eyes. lying through his teeth. he didn’t need pierre to spell out his mistake.
so what he had come to the realisation that he much rather you be more than a friend during your couple nights together.
“so her and xavier could hit it off and you wouldn’t care?” pierre questioned, charles letting out a groan at his insistent.
“you sound like the jealous one. not me.” charles continued to deflect. he did not need to entertain pierre’s suspicions and made up ideas.
“just answer the question mate.” pierre sighed, running his hand over his head, amazed yet not surprised about charles avoidance and ability to dance around his questions.
“so what if i would care? you’re telling me you wouldn’t?” charles quizzed, lifting his eyes to pierre in skepticism.
pierre eyes lit up when charles had cracked, having to hold back the smug smirk from the fact of being right.
“no i wouldn’t. because it’s just sex.” pierre replied confidently, challenging charles attempt to justify his thoughts. he couldn’t play that card right now.
“yeah you say that now.” charles scoffed in disbelief, not wanting to believe he had gotten attached, and pierre hadn’t. he wanted to believe what he was feeling was normal.
“and i mean it. if i cared now then i would’ve cared all those months ago when she was in my bed every night but in your garage for every race.” pierre told him, words too true to deny and charles knew it.
pierre looked at him expectantly, inviting him to try find another excuse but charles remained silent.
“i knew it.” pierre sighed, his head falling back in disappointment. and they both blamed him for putting this friendship at risk, while charles was here head over heels.
“it doesn’t matter. i’m not doing anything about it. it was a one time thing. she said it herself.” charles was quick to try shut pierre up, he didn’t need this becoming more of a topic of conversation than it already was.
“a one time thing between us three.” pierre corrected him again, he’d accept an excuse that actually had some meaning. not a cop out.
“okay then. a two time thing between me and her.” charles snapped, unsure at what pierre wanted him to say. enough had already been said. charles didn’t need to remember the fact that pierre got months with you while he got two nights.
pierre sensed charles annoyance, not wanting to push him too far the pair sat in silence for a few moments. a rare awkward silence for the two of them.
“just don’t ruin things. please.” pierre huffed, even sparing charles a sympathetic glance. which only pissed charles off further. why did he need pierre’s sympathy?
“i won’t.”
━━
“why would you do that?” you whined, turning to face charles with a frown on your face. a genuine one, having to watch the back of the haas shirt disappear down the paddock after charles poisonous words.
“do what?” pierre spoke as he approached the pair of you, having heard you with ease. his race suit hanging from his hips much like charles, having just gotten back and changed after the driver parade.
“nothing.” charles defended, wanting to roll his eyes at the fact pierre had now approached. okay so maybe he ruined things? he didn’t mean to.
pierre glanced to you, and could instantly tell charles was lying. and the sight of your frown alone was enough to get him worked up.
“he told xavier that me and you are sleeping together.” you grunted, arms crossing over your chest as you glared daggers at charles, who let out a sigh.
“you did what?” pierre asked in outrage, did this mornings conversation mean nothing to him? he sent a knowing glare, as if to question him. what the fuck?
“i said you were sleeping together.” charles tried to excuse, voice going up a pitch. “he said you two seemed close, i wasn’t going to lie.” charles continued to try to play it off, knowing he’d fucked up. there was no need for him to say it.
it sent the wrong message, hence your disappointment. xavier having left under the impression you were spoken for, he was overstepping. he didn’t need to be on the bad side of a driver.
and charles was quite pleased, until his eyes met yours and he quickly realised how out of character he had acted.
“not mentioning something is not lying charles,” you frowned, shaking your head as you let out a breath of disbelief. your voice giving away the fact you were legitimately upset, which had charles frowning.
“i’m sorry! i didn’t mean to!” charles rushed out, lying but apologetic none the less. he was sorry. but he did intend on doing what he did. “i really am. i’m sure he won’t care if you clear things up.” charles sighed, speaking genuinely as he rubbed the back of his neck; guilt washing over him.
you let out a sigh, shaking your head as you believed his words. you liked xavier. he was nice. you didn’t see it going further so forgiving charles was easy. but you felt guilty, xavier having just been humiliated.
“it’s fine. but you’re apologising to him.” you mumbled, turning to look at pierre. “good luck out there,” you smiled, eyes then glancing to charles. you only spared him a half smile, before following in the direction xavier had just went to clean up charles mess.
“y/n wait,” charles groaned, not wanting you to leave on this note despite you claiming things were okay.
“it’s fine charles.” you huffed, waving him off as you kept walking ━ not doing much to convince him, but you didn’t feel as if he deserved reassurance right now.
charles practically winced when he turned back to face a less than impressed pierre, who was awaiting an explanation immediately.
“i’m not explaining myself to you.” charles spoke, shaking his head as he began to walk off; pierre being quick to follow, attempting to appear calm as there were cameras and people around.
“it’s like you want her to know.” pierre hissed, catching up with ease. he knew nothing was to come of this xavier guy, you were simply being nice. but charles had made his jealousies so clear, pierre felt the need to slap some sense into him; considering it had now upset you.
if this was how he was acting over a guy you were simply befriending, pierre cringed at the idea of you actually being interested in someone.
has it always been this obvious? was pierre too focused on you and not giving anything away during the friends with benefits stage to realise charles had grown feelings?
“this is your fault. if you hadn’t ambushed me this morning i wouldn’t be overthinking everything!” charles whisper yelled towards pierre as they walked, as if anyone was listening in on them.
pierre had scoffed. “my fault?” pierre let out a laugh, shaking his head. “yeah okay lover boy. it’s my fault you’re thinking with your dick instead of your head.” pierre hummed, words dripping with sarcasm.
“you’re making a big deal out of nothing. xavier was barely a friend, i’m sure he and she will get over some pointless information.” charles spoke as he ignored pierre; hands working on zipping up his drivers suit to distract him.
dealing with his feelings for you was much easier when pierre wasn’t on his back, that had become obviously quickly. because ever since his conversation with pierre this morning his mind has been overthinking every little word and action.
“i’m not gonna let you ruin the friendship you two have.” pierre spoke in conclusion, his eyes telling charles that his words were really a warning, giving no room to reply before he walked off in the other direction. there was nothing more to say.
━━
charles had won the race; and despite your initial intentions to make him sweat over his diva moment, that had gone out the window a few laps in.
celebrations with the team didn’t last long, considering most had flights booked for that night. however you had decided to fly back the following day, alongside pierre and charles.
so that’s how you got here, in pierre’s hotel room with the both of them.
last time this had happened in bahrain you had came all over both of their dicks.
“i’m having flashbacks.” pierre smirked practically speaking your thoughts, causing your eyes to widen as you quickly nudged him; a chuckle leaving his lips which caused a giggle to leave yours.
despite it being the first mention of that night together, considering charles had just won a race meant probably nothing could concern you right now.
“shut up.” you rolled your eyes, moving to the couch charles had just sat down on, his first moment to relax since this morning ━ a breath of relief leaving his lips. “you sure you don’t want to do anything special? or are these wins becoming the normal now?” you teased.
“i don’t think i have the energy to fake small talk with hundreds of people tonight.” charles hummed in response, hand running through his hair as he gave you a small smile to thank you for offering to do more.
“what do you classify as special?” pierre spoke up knowingly, sitting opposite from the pair of you, raising his eyebrows in amusement causing you to roll yours and throw the closest thing you could at him, which was a pillow. something you do way too often.
“shut up.” you repeated and laughed; a blush raising on your cheeks at the obvious reference to how you had celebrated pierre’s only win. what started everything a year and a half ago.
charles furrowed his eyebrows, glancing between the pair of you, eyes lingering on pierre. he recognised the amused grin on his face and he didn’t like it. nor did he like the hinting at the times they had slept together.
“charles not getting the same treatment?” pierre spoke so casually, a cocky smirk resting on his features. the sparkle in his eye making it clear he was up to something and charles was beyond confused.
you laughed it off, too ecstatic from your best friends win to stress over talking about something that usually gets you worked up.
“she was only so generous because she knew you winning again was not likely.” charles pitched in, causing another laugh to rise from you as pierre chuckled; raising his eyebrows.
charles was walking right into his trap. he may be sitting there grinning right now but pierre planned on wiping the fake grin off his face pretty quickly.
“you’re forgetting the numerous occasions that followed…” pierre trailed off smugly.
“you’re forgetting when━” charles had quickly begin to reply, wanting to one up him.
“oh my god shut up, both of you.” you exasperated; leaning forward to grab the bottle of champagne from the table. “we are not speaking of any of that ever again.” you warned, glaring between the pair of them; taking a swig from the bottle; god knows you need it if this was the topic of conversation.
“why not?” pierre frowned, raising to his feet, reaching for the bottle from you, which you hesitantly passed over. you shook your head at his words, but had to laugh at how casually he was speaking.
you admired how through all of this, from the beginning, was always nothing to pierre. he was never fazed.
“could become a tradition.” pierre joked, wiggling his eyebrows; and that was enough to make you fail in suppressing your laughter, despite your heated cheeks.
“if you’re going to keep speaking about this i’m going to need another drink.” you laughed, reaching for the bottle right back as pierre too took a sip, his eyes then falling on yours.
“i mean charles has a good car this year, i’m sure he’s pretty keen.” pierre smirked, not passing you the bottle, instead moving to stand next to you. your eyes flashing with interest as he instead moved his hand to your cheek, tilting your head upwards and towards him.
it was as if you read his mind, excitement taking over you meaning you had no hesitation in parting your lips; happily letting him pour the liquid into your mouth as he gripped your jaw.
all the while pierre’s eyes were burning into charles, as if to challenge him. the intimate moment one charles was watching in disbelief and annoyance.
the smirk on pierre’s lips as he held your head in place, not to mention the blush that hadn’t left your cheeks ever since pierre started speaking to you in that damned suggestive tone of his. it was getting on his nerves, and it showed.
“what are you doing?” charles spoke up, interrupting the moment, his voice flat. which was no surprise to pierre, but it was to you, causing you to quickly try swallow the liquid and twist out under pierre’s grasp.
“lighten up,” you grinned; grabbing ahold of the bottle from pierre’s grasp, shifting up onto your knees on the couch and shuffling closer to charles, an innocent hand being placed on his shoulder. “we’re celebrating your win one way or another. just not pierre’s way.” you giggled, beaming down at the monegasque.
his annoyance had drained quite quickly the moment you had smiled at him, a meaningless eye roll as it took practically nothing to convince him, mirroring your actions from moments ago as he angled his head up towards you and opened his mouth, an expectant look on his face.
your eyes lit up at his compliance, tilting the bottle to pour the champagne into his mouth ━ a delicate hand moving to cup his cheek, unlike the tight grip pierre had on yours.
the eye contact had your stomach turning, alongside the beautiful view of his pink lips, reminding you of how they moved against yours.
oh god.
“happy now?” you had asked, thumb moving to wipe a few droplets that had missed his mouth; never breaking eye contact, and charles practically felt his breath hitch in his throat from the contact.
“considering that one over there hasn’t spoken in the last 30 seconds, yes.” charles tried to brush off his lapse of composure; a teasing smile being sent pierre’s way, who was watching the pair of you in amusement.
“was too busy watching you guys eye fuck each other.” he had shrugged simply, and while both of the drivers had expected you to once again tell him to shut up, you only grinned; moving to your feet so you could place the bottle back down on the table.
“no need to be jealous pierre.” you joked, so innocently unaware of what was going on here. to you pierre was always the possessive one, the protective one. that night in bahrain proved it.
charles had panicked at your words, eyes darting to pierre in alarm. was this what he was setting up? about to expose him for how he had been acting these past few days. simply tell you that no, actually, charles was the jealous one of the two.
“can’t help myself ma belle,” pierre had smirked right back at you, eyes drifting to charles for one moment; before falling upon you. “not after how much attention he got compared to me a couple weeks ago,” pierre reminded you, his hand moving to push a strand of your hair away from your face, having stepped closer.
charles grew relieved, but then quickly confused. what was happening? was pierre just one massive hypocrite and wanted you for himself or was this all meant to lead to something?
you too were confused, for a completely different reason. because despite every rational part of you knowing you should tell pierre to fuck off and leave the past in the past as intended, you found yourself wanting to play into whatever game he was playing.
which shouldn’t be too surprising. a part of you knew deep down that the moment either of them presented an opportunity to revisit the events of bahrain that you’d take them up on it.
“he’s nicer than you.” you pointed out in a hum, inviting the minimal distance as you glanced over your shoulder towards charles, acting on instinct and wanting to see how he was reacting towards this.
you couldn’t read him. probably because charles didn’t know how to feel. because his mind was racing with thoughts, sinful ones, fearful ones and the image of pierre’s face after being met with his fist.
“you don’t like nice.” pierre scoffed, eyes glancing to charles once more; almost as if he was speaking to charles, not you. as if he was giving some friendly advice to his mate.
“what are you guys doing?” charles interrupted once again, this time trying to hide the bluntness to his tone ━ because he knew the answer to his question, he more so wanted to know why.
his question had caught you off guard; alongside his judgmental tone… what were you doing? but the reassuring look of pierre was enough to bring you right back. or maybe it was his thumb that brushed over your bottom lip.
“enjoying ourselves.” you answered, turning to face charles and allowing your back to rest against pierre chest; who quite happily rested his head on your shoulder.
charles could throw up at the sight. realising how normal it was for you two to be so close to each other, to act in such a way as if it was no big deal. only now was it hitting him that xavier was in no way the one he needed to be worrying about.
“celebrating.” you added with a mischievous smile, an inviting one too; which faltered when charles didn’t match it, and once again you were ready to crawl back into your shell until you felt pierre trail a finger up the outside of your leg.
“come on mate. you don’t want to celebrate? she sure knows how to. don’t think anything will beat the head she gave me after monza,” pierre revealed, speaking directly at charles as he let his hand run up the bare skin of your thigh.
only then did it click something else was going on here, you weren’t sure what; and you definitely weren’t in a position to try figure it out when you felt pierre’s lips attach to the skin of your neck, growing flustered at his words.
“one time thing. remember?” charles rolled his eyes, his jaw ticking as he tried to comprehend what was unfolding in front of him. this was not the same as last time, last time he was not phased by the fact pierre was fucking you right in front of his eyes.
right now he couldn’t bare to watch him touch you.
“i’m willing to make an exception,” you breathed out as your head fell back onto pierre’s shoulder, catching both of them off guard, but pierre did not miss a beat ━ the confirmation you were on board was all he needed to start touching you with intent.
“see? she’s desperate to get on her knees and congratulate you. aren’t you love?” pierre spoke, and you didn’t hesitate to nod your head without shame.
“yeah.” you confirmed, eyes falling back on charles, his green eyes having visibly darkened; you couldn’t escape his stare considering pierre was behind you and still assaulting your neck.
pierre looked to charles once more, who didn’t make any move nor say anything. pierre had hoped charles would’ve cracked by now, but he wasn’t near finished.
“i’ll gladly take you up on that offer if he won’t princess,” pierre chuckled when charles made no move; not wasting any time in twisting you back around on your feet.
his eyes had searched yours for any doubt, any sign of wanting to back out of whatever this was. before he could ask however you had grabbed his neck and pulled him down to meet your lips.
charles audibly grunted, how did celebrating his win turn into watching his two best friend make out? not to mention the fact pierre had just found out charles had caught feelings, and this was what he does?
pierre’s lips moved against yours hungrily, grip tightening on your waist as he held you against his body; well aware charles was watching, so he could only smirk against your lips when he dragged a moan out of you from nipping down on your bottom lip.
charles self control was thinning, about to snap; and it did as he watched pierre strategically move a hand to your ass, the squeeze in direct view and the sound you made was more than enough to get him out of his seat.
“i don’t see how this is fair when i’m the guy who won,” charles grunted as he approached the pair of you, his hands finding your hips quickly as he pressed his chest against your back ━ pulling your hips back into him which had you gasping into pierre’s mouth.
“you were too busy sitting there pouting,” you spoke breathlessly as your head fell back against charles shoulder, pierre busying himself as he kissed down your neck once more, hovering over the already forming hickeys from before.
“this seems to be more a reward for you than me though, hm?” charles added, eyes staring down at you; you almost wanted to be a hypocrite and pout, much more preferring him with his sweet words and delicate touches.
“please charles,” you practically whined, eyes staring up at him; not oblivious to pierre’s wandering hands and lips as you looked up at the ferarri driver.
his grip was tight enough to bruise on your hips, pulling them back against his front once more.
“you know i can’t say no to you ma chérie,” charles admitted, ducking his head to place a kiss under your ear; the feeling of now both their lips on your skin at the same time making it difficult to think.
you couldn’t even process charles words because pierre soon had gripped your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. “always so quick to forget about me.” he tsked, causing another shaky breath from you.
this had barely started and you already felt a mess, literally stuck between their bodies you were struggling to differentiate between there touches.
“you didn’t win,” you managed to pull yourself together; voice already sounding breathless. you felt charles lips leave your neck, but didn’t see him raise his head to flash pierre a cocky smirk, raising his eyebrows at his french friend.
“no he didn’t.” charles confirmed, his hands gliding over the side of your legs; pierre’s holding a tight grip on your waist. you didn’t have a second to breathe between them, feeling charles breath on your neck and pierre’s fanning your face.
pierre was unaffected by the words, purely because he knew how easily he could make charles sweat throughout all of this. and that’s exactly what he planned on doing, all in good time.
he’d let charles have his fun now though.
“i don’t need to win to have you on your knees ma belle.” pierre spoke unfazed, his hands scrunching a grasp on your shirt before tugging it up your body, and as if perfectly synced charles grabbed the material around your shoulders and tugged it over your head; discarding it across the room.
“we’re doing it on a bed this time. my knees are still bruised,” you spoke, ignoring what pierre had said; eyes moving up to focus on the side of charles head. knowing he’d be much more willing to comply, and he was. one bat of your eyelashes and he was dragging you away from pierre’s hold and towards the bedroom.
pierre had rolled his eyes, yet wasted no time in following the pair of you; sure to grab the champagne on his way through.
“but you look so pretty when you’re on your knees for us,” pierre chimed as he watched charles push you back onto the bed, it was quite clear he was getting first dibs. again.
“he’s not wrong mon amour,” charles spoke in agreement as he hovered above you, placing a few kisses to your bare stomach as he worked his way down, his hands finding the waistband of your shorts, not wasting any time as he tugged them down. “but i think you’ll look even better cumming with my head between your thighs hm, you want that?” charles asked sweetly as he settled between your legs.
he just wanted to hear you moan his name, wanted to see you shaking above him. because of him.
he felt the need to remind you how good he could make you feel. better than pierre could. better than xavier could. better than anyone.
you propped yourself up on your elbows, bottom lip stuck between your teeth as you looked at him between your thighs; nodding your head desperately at his question, growing flustered in anticipation.
“of course she does. the slut would take anything you give her,” pierre smirked, advancing towards the bed, taking a lazy sip from the bottle of champagne while he watched charles spread your legs. “can see how wet you are from here. so fucking needy for us and we’ve barely touched you.” pierre laughed, forcing your eyes onto him.
your cheeks were flushed from the taunt, knowing he wasn’t lying. and seeking refuge in charles was no option; the ferarri driver grinning at his friends words instead of competing against them, his finger tracing up your clothed entrance almost on cue, causing you to moan.
it took you a moment to register charles quite literally ripping your thong to get it out of his way, the flimsy material snapping with ease between his hands as he threw it behind him; your jaw dropping.
charles relieved his attempt of getting the material out of his way didn’t fail, pierre would not let him hear the end of it if it did.
“what the fu━” you were ready to complain, but your words trailed off into a moan as he licked a stripe between your folds, his arms moving to shift around your thighs, tugging you closer towards him which caused you to yelp.
you had no time to recover either, because immediately he had his mouth at work, sucking on your clit as he held you in place; your head falling back.
“oh my god,” you moaned at the sudden onslaught of pleasure, tuning out pierre’s condescending chuckles. the alpha tauri driver watching on, eyes admiring your body.
“feel good baby?” pierre spoke, moving to the side of the bed as he placed the champagne down, taking a seat on the bed next you ━ his hands snaked around your back to find the clasp of your bra. he wanted to enjoy the view properly.
“so good.” you whimpered, nodding your head ━ charles smiling against your cunt as he refused to slow his movements, having craved this for way too long, he got a brief taste of you that one night he had you all to himself, and since then he’s just wanted more.
the perfect way to spend the night after such a convincing win.
pierre had grabbed ahold of the side of your head lightly, turning your face towards him before his lips met yours in a heated kiss. you hummed in appreciation as you kissed back, not failing to notice his hand that came to squeeze your right breast tightly.
charles glanced up at the pair of you, tugging you closer towards him without thinking after watching the pair of you make out for a few moments, nibbling at your sensitive bud ever so lightly, catching you completely off guard and causing you to moan into pierre’s mouth, struggling to kiss back any longer.
“charles oh my god,” you gasped, he wasn’t giving you a second to breathe. there were sure to be small bruises from his fingers holding your thighs, which were attempting to squeeze together ━ no match for his strong hold.
he managed to untangle one arm, moving to slide a finger inside of you quickly while his mouth paid attention to your clit. pierre watching all the mean while, his left hand lazily playing with your boobs; flicking your nipple between his fingers.
your arms were struggling to hold you up, tempted to fall back fully onto your back; but the want to watch charles was the only thing stopping your shaking arms from giving way.
“look at the mess you’re making love,” pierre spoke, noticing your struggles to stay up right, his words in your ear not making it any easier. “been thinking about this a lot?” he asked teasingly, eyes shifting down onto your face.
you only whimpered in response, attempting to keep your head up to look at charles, whose eyes were now looking up at you, stilling his moments. you had whined, not processing why he had stopped, your eyes pleading for him to continue; pierre laughing beside you.
“answer him. use your words ma chérie,” charles spoke huskily, giving your inner thigh a small tap of encouragement.
“gets so stupid the moment you touch her, slut can’t answer a simple question,” pierre commented; never failing to fluster you, all the while you were desperately trying to remember what you were even asked. but with charles breath literally fanning your clit and pierre’s hands roaming your chest it was no use.
“fuck off,” you mumbled out, taking these few moments to try compose yourself, eyes falling down on charles as you ignored pierre’s laughter.
“he asked if you think about this a lot,” charles hummed sympathetically, finger moving in and out of you a few times before stilling again as a motive for you to answer
your breathing was heavy, nodding your head at his words. “yeah,” you confirmed, voice lacking confidence from embarrassment; pierre perking up at your response as if he was surprised.
“of course you do.” pierre grinned, his lips moving to kiss the skin on your chest and neck; roaming aimlessly and lazily. “tell us then, what do you think about?” pierre asked you as you squirmed beneath the pair of them, the light kisses and touches from both of them making it hard to stay still, craving more.
“guys please,” you whined; ignoring pierre’s question, hips bucking up towards charles face ━ just wanting him to touch you again, his tongue, fingers; anything.
to your surprise however you were met with a harsher slap on your inner thigh, causing you to gasp as your eyes darted back down to charles.
“you heard him,” charles grunted, pierre’s smirk growing as the pair of them just waited. wanting to know what you fantasied about.
pierre wanted an ego boost.
charles wanted to know if you thought about him how he did you.
“want you both at the same time,” you admitted, cheeks on fire as you avoided eye contact with the pair of them, eyes settling on the ceiling instead. “one in my mouth while the other fucks me.” your voice was quiet, detailing the thought in your mind for the past two weeks.
charles rewarded your answer by slowly starting to move his finger in and out of you, his tongue even flicking your clit a few times; which had whimpers falling from your lips.
“you want us to use you?” pierre rephrased your answer, his large hand cupping your cheek to tilt your head back towards him. “that’s what you’re trying to say isn’t it pretty girl,” he grinned wickedly.
you almost moaned at the sight, his large hand holding your head in place as your legs shook underneath charles hands, pierre’s eyes practically piercing yours.
once more you could only whimper, nodding in confirmation, a whisper of the word please being heard but long forgotten as charles busied himself once more.
purely to distract you from pierre’s hold. it hadn’t become clear to you yet but charles was struggling when your attention was not on him.
your arms gave way when he added a second finger, back arching off the bed as he resumed his assault on your clit with his mouth, which felt like absolute heaven.
shamelessly close, you were already struggling to form coherent sentences; pierre having opted for watching for now, bottle of champagne back in his hand as he admired the way your body shook.
“i’m close charles, please,” you whined; not even ashamed of how quickly your orgasm was approaching. the teasing those past few moments had you on edge and surprisingly it wasn’t taking much to push you over.
“don’t let her cum.” the dreaded words left pierre’s lips like a natural reflex, and you should’ve expected it considering he did this last time.
you were well aware this man had a thing for edging - he’d denied you of orgasm countless amount of times, so you whined in preparation for the pleasure to be cruelly taken from you.
but this time charles didn’t listen, catching you completely off guard. your body expecting his fingers to retract when instead they curled perfectly inside you. expected his tongue to leave your clit but rather it sped up.
you practically squealed as you came suddenly, body shaking and hips bucking up once more. pierre let out a small groan at the sight and sounds you were making, after having rolled his eyes at charles ignoring him. which he should’ve predicted.
“oh my god charles,” you breathed out, pulling your head up to look at him, chest heaving as your legs shook. you were met with his green eyes, watching as he flashed you a sweet smile, in awe of the view ahead of him.
“i’m not done ma belle,” charles spoke so simply, and it took you a few moments to realise what he meant before his lips were back on your clit, his fingers which had slowed down beginning to speed up again.
pierre eyebrows perked up in interest when he realised what charles was doing, but the scoff that left his lips was audible to both of you. he said nothing though, despite his want to. he could be patient, allow charles to consume all of your attention and praise for now.
you practically flinched when charles tongue returned to flicking your clit, so sensitive from the orgasm you had barley gotten over, your hands gripping onto the sheets beside you.
“i cant, oh my god,” you struggled to speak; hips attempting to push up once again, which charles easily stopped by moving his hand to press on your lower stomach, holding you in place as if it was nothing despite your consistent squirming.
“we’ve barely started love,” pierre chuckled; leaning over to push some hair out of your face, voice holding no sympathy just like charles with his treatment of your cunt. he wasn’t letting up, how could he with the moans leaving your lips and your thighs shaking around him? “keep your eyes open,” he instructed you sweetly as he tilted your chin towards him once more.
he had made it clear that he at least wanted your eyes on him, considering charles wasn’t willing to share anything else.
your jaw dropped as charles curled his fingers inside you, a shaky breath falling from your lips as you tried to keep your eyes on pierre. and attempted to stop your shaking body, to no success however.
“gonna cum all over his fingers again? making such a mess on my sheets and it’s because of another guy.” pierre asked you with a laugh, causing you to whine as he stared down at you intently, grip still tight on your chin.
you could barely comprehend his words again, which he knew. if you weren’t feeling pure ecstasy right now you’d tell him to shut up, try stop him from always running his mouth.
but you loved it, and he knew that too. his taunts, praise, degrading words; whatever he said to you during moments like these had your cheeks on fire and had you becoming a stuttering mess.
simply put it, when it came to sex pierre knew how to please you perfectly, even without touching you.
and charles envied that, in such a short time it was even obvious to him just how well pierre pleased you. how quickly you would submit to him, how a simple whisper in your ear had you a flustered mess.
even while charles was here between your thighs somehow your attention was on pierre? he knew that should be expected with it being a threesome and all, but it seemed the more it happened ━ the more it annoyed him.
“fuck charles,” you moaned, head falling back away from pierre’s grip once more; bringing the ferarri back to reality. reminding him you still very much appreciated his efforts right now. also making him realise how fucking stupid he was.
you were moaning his name yet he was worried about another guy. he had fallen hard, it was almost pathetic. however he let none of that distract him as he quickly guided you to your second orgasm, which hit you hard and quickly; without any warning.
the overstimulation had your eyes rolling back, a string of moans filling the air as you came on charles fingers again.
“fuck you’re hot,” pierre had breathed out quietly you didn’t even hear it; having nothing else to do but watch, having freed his painful hard on a few moments earlier ━ lazily jacking off.
“you’re really good at that,” you spoke quietly through your heavy breaths, eyes falling onto charles for a few moments, your cheeks flushed and hair already a slight mess. eyes watery but no tears had fallen. yet.
charles had grinned at your praise as if you screaming his name wasn’t enough clarification that he was meeting your expectations, finally sitting up straight as he moved to hover over you once more.
“you taste better than the champagne,” charles smiled playfully, before moving to slide his fingers over your lips; which you happily invited in your mouth.
even in your fucked out state, despite having not been fucked yet, you were quick to clean yourself off his fingers; eyes staring up at him as you did.
“good girl,” the coo had left charles naturally, his other hand pushing a few strands of hair that were sticking to your face back; and you felt your stomach twist at the interaction.
the praise, the eye contact, his delicate touch you had just realised you had so dearly missed. not to mention all the while you were sucking his fingers. you were practically mesmerised by him in those few moments.
pierre was growing sick of this. watching yet another intimate moment between the pair of you. this was more than just a charles issue.
last time he thought nothing of it, but now knowing charles had feelings he was noticing the differences in the glances and physical touch you two shared.
“alright, i have a better use for that mouth,” pierre interrupted the pair of you; refraining from any snide comments, breaking you out of your hypnotic like trance as charles pulled his fingers out of your mouth.
your eyes had fallen onto pierre, lighting up at the sight of his hard cock, more than eager to suck him off despite your legs still slightly trembling.
“what was that about both of us at the same time mon amour?” charles asked, sitting back on his knees between your legs; his hands finding your hips as he swiftly turned you on to your stomach.
pierre had moved to sit against the headboard, facing you as you quickly caught on; biting down on your bottom lip as you positioned yourself between pierre’s legs.
you didn’t know what to focus on, charles behind you grabbing your hips to lift your ass up slightly as he further spread your legs, or the view in front of you; pierre smirking down at you as he stroked his hard cock directly in front of your face.
after a moment of trying to compose yourself, which was still no use, you reached to replace pierre’s hand with your own; instead met with his other hand tangling in your hair, tugging your head up and stopping your movements, a wince leaving your lips.
“say please pretty girl.” pierre reminded you, amusement sparkling in his eyes as he stared down at you, holding your head in place. not missing any opportunity to assert his power over you.
your jaw had dropped at his persistence to make you work for things, your eyes rolling ━ considering this was the first time you weren’t on the edge of an orgasm as pierre teased you, meant you were inclined to do the opposite of what he asked.
“do you ever shut up?” you questioned in a huff, bold words considering your compromising position. not oblivious to the sound of charles ridding himself of his belt and pants, his hands returning to your thighs; a chuckle leaving his lips.
“you say that as if you weren’t just screaming charles name for the whole floor to hear.” pierre was quick to snap back, eyebrows raising as he tugged your hair, his favourite way to try keep you in line. “say please.” he repeated, playfulness gone from his tone.
“i’m quite happy for you to just watch charles fuck me.” you hummed, looking up at pierre sweetly; watching as his jaw ticked at your disobedience, he found it amusing however; as if you would be able to deny him much longer.
however it was charles who got through to you, a sharp slap on your ass catching you completely off guard, the moan falling from your lips before you could stop it as you jolted forwards, only inches away from pierre’s dick now but his grip on your head didn’t let you get too close.
“i like listening to you beg,” charles had defensively spoken in reply when you let out a whine at the spank, feeling an irrational sense of betrayal. so now charles decides to side with pierre.
you had to stop yourself from huffing and rolling your eyes, pierre’s cocky smirk only having grown as he looked down at you expectantly.
“don’t know why you always do this,” pierre commented, a deep breath leaving his lips as he stared down at you. “no need to act like you’re not desperate to suck my cock baby, we all know you are.” he teased, tapping the tip of his dick on your cheek for good measure.
charles had rolled his eyes at the pointless reminder that you and pierre had done this many times, unsure as to why pierre always felt the need to bring it up. you however felt as if your whole body was on fire, annoyance, arousal, anticipation. so many things to focus on and enjoy it was just all too much.
“please,” you spoke in a sigh, looking up at him through your lashes, not that you had any choice with the grip he had in your hair. but once more you were snapped out of your thoughts with charles hand making contact with your ass once more.
“you can do better than that,” charles muttered, his low voice alongside the sharp pain that turned into pleasure causing you to flinch slightly as you gasped.
“please, wanna taste you,” you whined, reacting quite quickly to charles comment; despite your eyes being up and on pierre. who for once actually felt a bit disheartened that you’d beg because charles said so, not himself. he didn’t let it show though. not when you were looking up at him with pleading eyes while his dick twitched in his hand. “please pierre, just want you in my mouth. down my throat.” you squeaked out after feeling charles run his tip through your folds.
he couldn’t deny you any longer, releasing the grip in your hair without another word. you felt relieved, hand immediately reaching to wrap around him; jacking him off a few times before moving your tongue to the base of his dick, licking a long stripe up to the top.
you didn’t miss pierre’s head fall back as you licked up the pre-cum that had leaked over his tip, before taking him in your mouth; hollowing your cheeks as you were quick to try impress, taking as much of him as you could right off the bat.
“there you go baby,” pierre spoke in encouragement, watching you in awe; the view of your ass perfectly placed in front of him as charles lined up at your entrance, he too having grown hard just from bringing you to your back to back orgasms.
you moaned around him when charles thrusted inside of you, his hands holding your hips up as he did so, his groan mixing with pierre’s and the sounds the pair of them were making had your head spinning.
“pussy feels like it was fucking made for me ma belle,” charles grunted out as he stilled inside you; allowing you to get used to his size for a moment. which you needed in all honesty.
your moan from his words was muffled as you bobbed your head up and down pierre’s dick slowly, tongue swirling expertly but your pace lacking as you focused on the full feeling, hips soon wiggling to try entice charles to start moving.
“already came twice and still greedy for more,” pierre noted, speaking through heavy breaths as you sucked him off, your eyes fluttering to look up at him. “such a whore for us,” pierre cooed, his tone not matching his words as he took your hair into a makeshift ponytail with his hand so it didn’t get in your way.
“cause she knows no one can fuck her better,” charles had chimed in as he began to thrust in and out of you. hard. causing you to struggle to stay consistent with pierre’s dick in your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat every few moments.
pierre had mercy for a few moments, pulling you off his cock as your hand quickly replaced your mouth, pumping his length quickly as the moans stumbled from your lips.
“fuck yes,” you were quick to moan in agreement and appreciation, eyes rolling back as charles fucked you, the angle allowing for him to hit spots that you weren’t expecting. coming off two orgasms, it shouldn’t be surprising it was already feeling incredible.
you didn’t want to disappoint however, managing your focus enough to take pierre back in your mouth; which had him moaning once more, always admiring your determination to please. and the feeling of you moaning around his dick every time charles hit that certain spot inside of you had him practically groaning in response.
“mouth feels like fuckin’ heaven,” pierre commented, his hand pushing your head down just that little bit further to enjoy the feeling of you deep throating him, and you had no complaints, despite gagging around him momentarily, the action had you clenching around charles.
“she likes that.” charles commented with a grunt, hand giving your ass a squeeze as he pounded into you, your walls tightening around his cock only causing him to fasten up, bringing your hips back into him with ease.
you couldn’t hear pierre chuckle, too lost in your own pleasure as you took the alpha tauri’s driver cock down your throat over and over again. body moving with every thrust charles made, he was fucking you stupid and you were loving it.
“mhm, feels so good,” you whimpered out pathetically when pierre pulled you off his dick again, the driver being considerate of your need to breathe as you moaned and gagged around him moments earlier. your hand replacing your mouth once more, not wanting pierre to miss out.
your free hand was gripping onto pierre’s thigh, nails digging into the skin as charles fucked you, your third orgasm approaching way too quickly. you’d feel ashamed with how quick you were cumming but charles telling you he was about to cum made those worries disappear.
charles knew you were about to finish as well, his hand snaking around your waist and finding your sensitive clit instantly, a few circles with his fingers and your high reached you suddenly, cumming on his dick before even realising it was happening; screaming his name all the while.
it was enough to make charles cum, your walls tightening around him once more had him hitting his orgasm with a groan, cumming partially inside you and on the inside of your thighs.
“fuck princess,” charles grunted, dropping your hips. you could only moan in response, watery eyes looking up at pierre, hand still working his cock; even putting the effort to drag your thumb over his tip despite your body feeling as if you’d just done a marathon.
“fuck you look so good like this,” pierre breathed, dick twitching in your hand as his hand wiped a couple of tears that has escaped your eyes, alongside the spit that had gathered at the corner of your mouth. “you think you got one more in you? i wanna ruin that pretty cunt of yours as well.” pierre asked, having to bite down on the inside of his cheek.
he could cum in your hand right now in all honesty, but he wanted to fuck you. for selfish reasons. and other reasons.
you nodded weakly, looking up at him eagerly. “you gotta give me a moment though,” you spoke with a breathless laugh, hand still moving up and down as you heard charles chuckle from behind you, proud he has fired you out.
his hands were casually massaging your shaking thighs, which you were silently appreciating. still coming down from your high ━ pierre nodded, in no way wanting to rush you. “whenever your ready. could have you like this all day.” pierre smirked, watching as charles stood up off the bed and walked around to grab the bottle of champagne.
“makes two of us.” charles agreed, causing your eyes to shift to him and where he now stood, having a perfect view of your face now. you smiled lazily at him, admiring the post sex glow quite clearly tracing his face. it almost made you wish you could’ve been watching him while he fucked you. but pierre was no view to complain about.
charles had took a swing of the bottle, before holding it out to you. you nodded, a grin breaking out on your face as charles leant over to hold the bottle above your lips, your mouth opening as he poured a bit of liquid. all the while you were still wanking pierre off, lazily however so he wouldn’t cum until he was inside of you.
“so good for us.” charles grinned before retracting the bottle from your mouth, offering some to pierre who had declined; making some comment about how he had enough when charles was hogging you for himself.
“best for last.” you had jokingly replied to pierre’s snide comment, your tired giggle making it clear you were joking, which wouldn’t have meant anything to charles until you also sent him a reassuring smile, sitting up and moving to straddle pierre.
charles had moved to the other side of the bed, taking a seat on the edge with the champagne in hand, thinking he’d be content in watching now that he’d already brought you to three toe curling orgasms.
“i want you to face charles love,” pierre spoke in the middle of your movements, a moment of confusion spreading across your face but you quickly caught on, managing to turn around; reverse cowgirl it was.
as if your legs were going to hold up for this.
“i don’t think━” you had started to speak, but as if he was reading your mind pierre interrupted.
“i got you baby don’t worry. i’ll do all the work,” he chuckled; hands grabbing your hips and moving you to hover over him, lowering you onto his length slowly, and with ease due to your arousal from before.
your head fell back onto his shoulder immediately, jaw dropping as he filled you up; whimpering when he bottomed out. “oh fuck pierre,” you mumbled, your hand reaching back and tangling in his hair.
pierre tried not to lose himself in the feeling of you, knowing he had other things to focus on. so while his hands began to guide your hips up and down, his attention remained on you and how you were reacting.
“need you to look at charles for me love,” he had repeated, breathing heavily through his words. you whined at the request, lacking control over your body but managing to do so anyways, dragging your head up to meet the monegasque driver, who was watching intently.
charles face was stoic, watching as you rode pierre’s dick he quickly realised he’d have to act as if this wasn’t bothering him, but he has figured out the moment you moaned pierre’s name that it was. which only annoyed him further, because he knew it shouldn’t.
“gotta make the most of this love; cause this may be the last time i fuck you,” pierre grunted, voice in your ear as you bounced on his dick, you were barely able to make sense of his words. “don’t think charles is a fan of sharing.”
“what?” you spoke through a moan, unsure of what he was saying as you tried to comprehend, but when he brought your hips down just that little bit harder you were easily distracted from your confusion. charles however had heard pierre loud and clear, his eyes narrowing into a glare on the french driver.
what the fuck was pierre doing?
“look at him.” pierre breathed in your ear, lifting your hips up and down as if it was nothing, your eyes struggling to focus on charles, but you so desperately wanted to do as pierre said. “he can’t stand this right now, that i’m inside you and he’s not.” pierre explained, his hips lifting unexpectedly, your body shaking in response.
“pierre,” charles warned; jaw clenched as his grip on the bottle tightened, his hand practically white. it was taking a lot of him to not rudely pull you off of him. but now with pierre blatantly calling him out, he didn’t know how to react.
“shut up pierre,” you whimpered, unable to tell if he was being serious or not. if you weren’t so tired and drained you’d be able to understand what was going on, but trying to read the situation while pierre moved you up and down on his dick was no use.
“i know how stupid you get when i fuck you ma belle but it’s obvious,” pierre smirked, having to stop speaking as he moaned at the feeling of you around him, his hands giving your hips a squeeze. “don’t tell me you haven’t noticed his jealousy these past few days?” pierre spoke.
you were starting to realise pierre was being serious, and a part of you wanted to give whatever was going on your full attention, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop, in no position to climb off of pierre.
“pierre.” charles repeated - voice both fearful and threatening, causing your eyes to fall onto charles once more, moaning as you tried to gather your thoughts.
charles being jealous? last time pierre would be fucking you? he didn’t want to share? he being charles… not pierre?
“neither of you… oh my god,” you cut yourself off with a moan; tugging on pierre’s hair lightly. “neither… of you, have any reason to be jealous.” you got your words out, a whimper being quick to follow.
pierre’s lips had attached to your neck, chuckling against your skin as he fucked you. “see mate? you’ve got nothing to worry about.” pierre grinned, eyes moving up onto charles, who was glaring daggers at him.
charles felt as if he was frozen on the bed, never had he felt so many conflicting emotions and feelings. he was hard again from your moans and the sight of your naked body, he was terrified of what would happen when you properly process everything pierre had just said, and he was incredibly angry pierre had exposed him. while he was fucking you.
“what the fuck are you talking about?” you spoke, body and mind in two different places. because while you were annoyed that you were quite clearly missing something here, it didn’t stop your head from taking its place back on pierre’s shoulder.
charles felt his stomach drop at your question, and he seriously felt as if he was going to throw up at the smile pierre flashed him moments later.
“charles wants more. wants you all for himself.” pierre revealed, timing it perfectly as one hand left your hip and moved to your clit, fingers rubbing circles quickly as he snapped his hips up into yours roughly.
your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the confession but once again you were quickly distracted by pleasure, body jerking as your sensitive clit got more attention; a louder moan falling from your lips.
charles watched as you quickly came on pierre’s dick, moaning his name all the while; he wasn’t sure how long it was before pierre came because it felt as if time froze.
he was spending all that time trying to prepare for what’s to come, to explain himself; try come up with an excuse even. to somehow get around the fact that he had caught feelings. which seemed impossible now thanks to his so called best friend.
maybe running out of the room was the best option.
you had slid off pierre’s dick, now in between his legs and attempting to catch your breath. your body was tired, and if it weren’t for pierre’s lingering words you’d be in a heap right now.
for the first time ever there was an awkward silence amongst the three of you, which gave you the perfect opportunity to try figure out what was going on.
charles wanted you all to himself, he was jealous these past few days, last time pierre would be fucking you, something about not wanting to share?
you finally connected the dots, eyes darting up to charles as you did so. and he read you perfectly, dread washing over him once he knew you knew. so he was quick to stand up, in no mood for rejection. he wouldn’t allow this night to be ruined, not after a win like todays.
“charles,” you were quick to speak up in an attempt to stop him, voice desperate as you tried to reach out for him. you missed miserably, whimpering as your sore legs couldn’t make any quick movements.
he stopped however, a sigh leaving his lips as he faced you; resisting the urge to cringe. he didn’t want to talk about this.
“it’s fine y/n, we don’t need to talk about it.” he rushed out, failing to mask the disappointment on his face. your face reading confusion and sympathy, the last thing charles wanted right now.
“what if i want to?” you were quick to question, your hand managing to grasp his wrist; which you had tried to do when he first stood up. “please,” you quickly added when you noted the doubt in his eyes, your fingers swiftly moving to his; intertwining yours with his in an attempt to sway him to stay.
it was charles now who was confused, only having prepared for rejection; and still anticipating it, this was not how he expected you to react. pierre however, was in no way surprised.
“i’m going to let you two talk.” pierre announced, swinging his legs aside and standing up off the bed, a proud smirk on his face. “and no bullshitting. it’s quite clear what is going on here.” pierre hummed, approaching the pair of you before he pressed a kiss to your cheek, then flashing charles an apologetic smile.
you were still confused, yet felt grateful pierre had left; because whatever he had implied should be talked about privately. well that’s the way it seemed from your assumptions.
“look i can just go, we can pretend this never happened━” charles began to speak after a few more moments of awkward silence once pierre had left, his grip of your hand loosening.
“no.” you quickly interrupted, shaking your head and tightening your grasp on his hand. “i’m just… confused that’s all.” you tried to explain, tongue grazing over the front of your teeth. “i don’t know how i feel.” you admitted honestly, eyes having not left him.
you instantly noticed the slight disappointment flash across his features, which he recovered from quickly yet he couldn’t stop the sigh that had left his lips. that slight hope maybe you felt the same way was fading more and more by the second.
“i can handle rejection.” charles spoke flatly, a pathetic laugh leaving his lips afterwards, as if that would help soften the blow; his free hand rubbing the back of his neck. his words had you rolling your eyes, your hand tugging his to bring him back onto the bed.
“what i do know,” you continued; narrowing your eyes as if to tell him to let you speak. “is that i was too afraid to sleep with you again due to the prospect of catching feelings,” you explained sheepishly, causing his eyebrows to raise.
“only took me two times,” he mumbled ━ causing you to chuckle, your eyes still trying to read his features, which was easier now that he was sitting on the bed ahead of you.
“and the idea of… having you to myself,” you mocked pierre’s words from before, trying to think as you spoke. because it was as the conversation went on that you kept realising things. “doesn’t sound too bad,” you admitted, swallowing back the lump in your throat that would give away your nerves.
charles face lit up subtlety, his eyes searching yours for any hint of playfulness or a give away that you were joking. “oh really now?” charles spoke in confirmation, trying to fight back the smile on his face.
you couldn’t hold the smile back however, nodding at his question; shifting towards him slightly. “mhm,” you confirmed with a small grin; which caused his smile to finally grace his lips. “as long as you first elaborate on a few things pierre said.” you mentioned, your fingers still intertwined you gave his hand yet another squeeze, one of reassurance.
“xavier made me realise a few things,” charles put it simply as he shrugged. “pierre caught on quickly too.” he added, rolling his eyes. pierre. he wasn’t letting him get away with this no matter how this turns out.
the mention of xavier surprised you, despite connecting the dots you hadn’t realised xavier had anything to do with it. but then it made even more sense, charles randomly telling him you were with pierre; the way he acted towards him saturday night.
“xavier?” you giggled, shaking your head as charles nodded in confirmation. “he is nothing but a friend.” you clarified, confused on how he could think it would be more.
“he certainly doesn’t think so.” charles hummed knowingly, causing you to try think if he was right. but you’d never looked at him that way.
“i’ve never noticed.” you replied truthfully, pursing your lips as you slowly became aware of your own feelings. how did you not notice charles jealousy towards xavier? how did you not notice xavier’s feelings for you?
because you only ever focused on charles. it’s always been charles.
“how? it’s obvious,” charles laughed; resisting the urge to scoff. it’d be hypocritical of him to critique xavier when he himself couldn’t hide his feelings either.
“i only really look at you that way,” you admitted quietly and simply, almost speaking to yourself as well as charles, his laughter dying out as he realised what you meant, a small smile tugging on the corner of his lips.
“well that’s good to hear.” he breathed out light heartedly, causing you to laugh. it was then the two of you fell back into silence, but this time ━ it was a comfortable one. giving the pair of you much needed time to process what was going on.
you had learned a lot these past few minutes, yet even in your tired state you felt no doubt.
“how about i just give you time to think this all over? i don’t want you feeling obligated, or making any rushed…” charles began to ramble. while you were coming to terms with your feelings, he had been overthinking. this was all too sudden and out of nowhere. plus your tired eyes made him feel guilty for having this conversation right now.
it took you a few moments to realise he was falling back into doubt, but once you did you had to resist the urge to roll your eyes.
you didn’t have any hesitation however in cutting him off, leaning forward to press your lips to his in a kiss. not a lust driven one, not an eager one; but a soft yet passionate one.
he was surprised, yet quickly came to his senses, hand moving to cup your cheek gently as his lips moved against yours slowly; his last few doubts vanishing as he slowly pulled away, yet kept your head close to his.
“i could get used to that,” you mumbled softly, your hand moving to brush through his hair, charles humming out in both agreement and appreciation, a soft smile breaking on his features.
“me too.”
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a/n: i suck at endings and fluff but here u go i really hope it lived up to expectations cause the love on part one was insane, ty to everyone for being so kind wtf it really means a lot <333
i need to proof read again so ignore any errors lol and et me know what u think !!
read part 1: upper hand ✨here✨ read part 3: something about him ✨here✨ read part 4: maybe ✨here✨
george russell has me in a chokehold. that’s it’s. that’s the premise of this. enjoy lmao <333 yk i couldn’t leave my boy suffering like that in part 1. thank u merc admin, my beloved, for the immaculate timing of that pic i am literally unwell.
in which george gets his revenge and you get what you’ve been waiting for.
warnings: 18+!! it’s just smut. there is SOME plot but it’s smut fr. so much smut. pls take care when engaging with the sexiness of GR. language, the teeniest eeniest hints of fluff?? sure??
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avoiding george had become a sport for you, a game of cat and mouse.
you had spent the better part of the weekend in baku giving him fuck me eyes from across the media pen, mentally undressing him with your lip caught between your teeth. of course, you never let him get close enough to do anything about it, turning on your heel anytime he came within ten feet of you. you didn’t think that your producer was particularly happy that you seemed to be ignoring the mercedes driver, but you managed to convince them that one weekend wouldn’t hurt, indulging a bit more with drivers you didn’t usually speak to.
george didn’t like that.
you’d been laughing away with pierre after sunday’s race, congratulating him on his best finish of the season, when you’d noticed a very tense george russell making his way towards you, bypassing a long line of journalists that were itching to speak to him after his third place finish. he stood awkwardly, lingering behind pierre. he had countless other places to be, people to speak to, but he would not move, not even swayed to speak to another outlet by his press officer. it’s not exactly like you could get away now, you just couldn’t let him gain the upper hand.
just as you were finishing up with pierre, you heard the brit behind him clear his throat and you rolled your eyes, not missing the way pierre smirked, obviously feeling the rise in tension. you thanked him for his time, suddenly eager to get to george. the very least you owed him was a quick chat. you plastered on a smirk, one that only he would know the meaning behind, and got to work.
“so, george, lovely to see you. you’ve been hiding from us this weekend!” you were far too over enthusiastic, and also blatantly lying. he’d tried his hardest to speak to you all weekend.
“have i? i think you’ve been too busy for me.” he leaned in against the barrier, doing that thing where he’d bring himself down to your level. you wondered how low you could get him to sink, preferably onto his knees.
“oh, george, i’m never too busy for you.” you upped the ante, unabashedly flirting with him now, no matter how playful your tone was. “back on the podium this weekend, maybe you are making a habit of it after all?”
“after all of that motivation you gave me in monaco, it was bound to happen.” so that’s how he wanted to play it. he quirked his eyebrow, as if to say game on.
“well, you’re very welcome. are you going to get another one for me in canada next weekend?” yeah, you were definitely getting called into someone important’s office once the weekend was over.
“i think that depends.”
“on what?”
“how i… prepare myself, maybe you and i can discuss all the ways i unwind.” he smirked. you narrowed your eyes.
“and what of the rumours about a wet race next weekend? does that make any difference to the way you plan on… preparing?” you tried to move on, not liking how flustered he’d gotten you with just a few words. george just shrugged at you.
“you know how good i can be in the wet.”
you watched the bastard lick his lips, the most arrogant smirk on his face, and you made the decision that the rest of this conversation should not happen on camera. or in front of people, at all. unless they were paying for it.
“good to see you, george. congratulations on another podium.” you said through gritted teeth, thighs squeezing together beneath your sundress.
fuck george russell, you thought, as he breezed his way to the next reporter, watching you subtly from the corner of his eye. that was the problem, all you could think about was fucking george russell. as much as it had satisfied you, leaving him on the yacht to handle the problem that you created, you’d desperately craved more of him since you’d stepped off of the boat.
you thought about the way he must have ached after you’d left him, rushing back to his hotel room to take care of himself. you’d done something similar. you thought about him every time you were alone, every single night since, when you let your hands wander your body to the thought of the way he looked with his head thrown back. you knew that it had to happen again, you knew that you had unfinished business. you needed more and you had a feeling that he did too.
you didn’t have to wait too long for him to get you alone.
-
you’d been walking through the paddock, finally done with your interviews and ready to go back to the hotel when you caught sight of him. a tilt of his head told you everything you needed to know, and you were blindly following him into the mercedes hospitality suite, somewhere you definitely shouldn’t have been. luckily the paddock was emptying out, and you were somewhat shielded by his tall frame and the fact that he was george russell; no one cared who you were.
as soon as he’d lead you into a dark enough corner, he had you up against the wall, hand wrapped around your throat.
“so nice of you to join me.” he said lowly, face only centimetres from yours.
“it seemed wrong to keep you waiting even longer.” you bit back as best you could with his fingers tightening around your neck. his knee slotted between your legs which you happily spread.
“have you enjoyed playing your little game, my love? enjoyed teasing me?” he ground his knee against your clothed cunt, your hips rolling to meet his movements.
“mhmm…” you trailed off, eyes fixed on his blue ones.
“words, sweetheart.” again, his fingers squeezed harder at your neck.
“i need this.” you groaned.
“this?” he scoffed. “think what you mean,” he pressed his forehead against yours. “is that you need me.”
he kissed you, full lips battling fiercely with yours. his body was pressed completely against yours now, hand dropping from your throat to run over your body. he grabbed your waist, tugging you into a room behind him, which you quickly realised was his drivers room.
“get on the table.” he gestured to the massage table in the corner of the room and you quickly obliged, spreading your legs. your dress fanned out across your thighs, riding up over your skin, and you watched with hooded eyes as his darkened ones trailed up your exposed legs.
“why don’t you show me what you did when you got back to your hotel room that night?” he murmured, stalking towards you. “bet you regretted it, leaving me there like that, having to take care of yourself.”
“i think i did a pretty good job by myself.” you retorted, dragging your hand up your thigh, your dress coming up with it.
“still pretending? come on, love, i think we’re past that now.” his eyes were fixed on your panties, now on display for him.
“don’t think that i’m the one pretending,” you slipped your fingers into your panties, “you’re a bit too demanding for a guy who’s desperate for me.” you teased, smirking at him. your fingers circled your clit, hips bucking up to meet your hand.
he closed the gap, standing over you now, making you lean back on the table as he hovered over you.
“do you want me to touch you?” he asked, as condescending as ever. as much as it pained you to admit it, you did, nodding frantically. he slipped two fingers into your mouth. “then be quiet and show me what you do when you think about me.”
you sucked on his fingers eagerly as you sped up your own fingers, dipping them into your wetness and bringing it up to your clit. you moved faster, drunk on the way he was looking intently between your face and your underwear, which were undoubtedly soaked through. as you edged closer and closer to your end, he pulled his fingers from your mouth, pulling your hand from your panties, which were swiftly torn off of your body.
“want my fingers? seemed to enjoy them last time.” he muttered, going in for another kiss, his teeth pulling at your bottom lip.
“yeah.” you gasped, panting as you pulled away from his lips.
“yeah?” he sneered, mocking you deliciously.
“please, george. please.” you whined, eyes wide, head thrown back. that seemed to do the trick.
he didn’t even waste any time teasing you, long fingers pinching your clit before they thrusted inside you, your pussy already wet enough for him to go straight in. you moaned pathetically, hips bucking wildly as you rode his fingers. your hand reached up blindly to cup his face, overcome with the need to ground yourself. he shivered under your touch, something animalistic snapping inside of you at the sight.
“want a taste?” you whispered seductively, bringing your other hand up to his lips. he groaned, opening up his mouth for your soaked fingers. he kept his eyes on yours the whole time, moaning around your digits as he felt you tighten around his.
you were teetering dangerously close to the edge, spurred on by the lustful way he was staring at you so intensely. your legs were shaking, skin flushed pink, panties in a tattered pile of the floor, and all you could see was blue eyes. mischievous blue eyes.
when he pulled his fingers out of you, with no warning whatsoever, you had hoped, prayed even, that you had fallen into some kind of sex crazed hallucination. but as you watched him back away, readjusting the bulge in his trousers and the fingers he’d been so delectably fucking you with just moments before being licked clean, you came to the shattering realisation that it was real.
george russell had one upped you in the most torturous way: by giving you a taste of your own medicine.
“i have a meeting to go to, darling. you can find your own way out, can’t you?” he asked so casually that you wouldn’t have believed that he’d almost made you cum, just seconds ago. the only thing that gave anything away was the evil, evil smirk on his face. you just sat there dumbfounded, trying to catch your breath in disbelief. he snickered. you felt rage blossom across your chest, replacing the heat that he’d left across your skin.
“you fucking prick.” your voice was hoarse, reminding him perfectly of the way he’d just had you writhing beneath him.
“see you in canada.” he winked, and then he was gone.
-
you arrived in canada with a vengeance about you, strutting into the paddock out for blood.
perhaps this was all your own doing, the frustration you felt. in fact, it absolutely was, but you were an ambitious woman, used to getting what you wanted, and what you wanted was him. last weekend, you’d ignored him, but this weekend, you would be so unbearable that he’d just have to fuck you, teach you a lesson or whatever. you would take anything at this point, and you’d do whatever you needed to get it.
however, as the weekend progressed, you realised that he’d taken the games you played in the paddock into his own hands. you’d barely seen him, only catching flashes of him as he smiled deviously at you and ran away. you were getting a bit sick of him, to be honest, and if you weren’t so pathetically horny, you would never have chased a man like you were chasing george. you hardly even liked him, but you knew his endgame and he knew yours, and hopefully, it would include a bed.
the race came and went, a chaotic strategic mess that proved to be highly entertaining. you ignored the little celebratory butterflies you felt when george had finished the race in p4, and quickly did your media rounds in the pen. when the end of the scheduled press was nearing, and you still hadn’t seen him, you took matters into your own hands. you began to wander the paddock, followed by your camera crew as you rounded up the weekend, eyes peeled for the driver that had been on your mind nonstop for a week.
when you caught sight of him, slyly attempting to leave the merc suite without drawing your predatory attention, you sprang into action, not ready to let him get away that easily.
“george, a quick word? give the people what they want?” you tilted your head to the side persuasively, widening your eyes just the way he liked. translation: give me what i want.
“anything for you.” he replied, tone light and jokey as he fell into step beside you. your stomach twisted. you would let him do anything to you.
“not quite the podium you promised me last weekend, but a good weekend nonetheless?” you smiled coyly, trying to keep your cool, at least while you had a camera crew following you.
“guess i’ll just have to make it up to you,” he turned to look at you as he spoke, your eyes not missing the way his darkened. “we had a good weekend, couple of small errors but good progress overall, especially with lewis.” he carried on as normal, as if he wasn’t flirting with you in 4k. you were definitely going to be hearing from your bosses.
“how did it feel yesterday when you put the slicks on? do you think that compromised your session or were you looking at that kind of grid position anyway?” you asked the questions you were hired to ask, wondering how he’d undoubtedly steer the conversation back to the inappropriate territory that you’d led the pair of you into.
“it felt very wet, slippery. i enjoyed it a lot more than you might realise.” he grinned and you felt yourself throb. “sometimes the position that you’re in doesn’t matter, it can still feel good… to race from.” he cleared his throat, trying to hold back laughter at your agape mouth and glazed over eyes. “sometimes taking a gamble pays off.” he raked his eyes over your body and you felt a blush spreading across your face, leaving you pink and dazed.
“thank you for your time, george, good luck at silverstone.” you said quickly, a tight smile painted on your face, desperate to wrap things up so that you could find out what his mattress felt like beneath you. you knew that by now, you were both too far gone, pushed too far and desperate for more.
you wrapped up your segment, closing the show and ending your broadcast, enduring a quick debriefing with your team before you were released and sent on your way. your flight wasn’t until tomorrow evening, so you had plenty of time to kill and you knew exactly how you were going to spend it. when you arrived back at the hotel, you didn’t even go back to your own room, making a beeline straight for his on one of the top floors. you knocked furiously on his door, relentlessly tapping away at the wood until the door swung open and you were being dragged inside.
his lips were on yours before the door had even clicked shut, teeth clashing and tongues battling. his hands were everywhere, your hips, your waist, your ass, pulling you impossibly closer.
“you better fuck me, george. need it so bad.” you muttered, lips brushing against his as your hands pulled at his t shirt.
“always knew that you’d be like this, such a needy slut for me.” he replied. you moaned at his words.
“i just want to see if you can actually make me cum.” you whispered. he froze. you’d hit a nerve and it filled you with excitement.
“oh, darling, i know what you’re trying to do.” one hand grabbed harder at your ass, pulling you tightly against him, while the other gripped your jaw between his fingers. “i made you cum so hard on that yacht you couldn’t even stand without my hands all over you.” he peppered some kisses up the other side of your jaw between words.
“couldn’t do it in baku, though.” you breathed.
“didn’t want to. you didn’t deserve it.” your pussy was definitely soaked by now.
“of course you’d say that.” you scoffed.
something within him snapped and your tight dress was removed in a flash, thrown dramatically into a heap on the floor.
“take your underwear off.” he demanded, his hands completely leaving your body. you just stood there for a second, trying to catch your breath, whilst also trying to anticipate his next move. “now.” you quickly did as you were told, body tingling at the way his voice dropped. you were left standing completely naked, panties strewn carelessly, your bra thrown calculatedly at his head. you should have felt shy, maybe even a little bit embarrassed, but that was impossible, the hungry look in his eyes making you feel more powerful than you ever had.
“get on the bed.” he commanded, your body quickly moving of its own accord. “spread your legs, sweetheart. wanna see how wet you are for me.”
you quickly obliged, arranging yourself how he wanted, body aching for his touch. he gazed between your legs unabashedly, watching the way you squirmed on the mattress with sheer need.
“george, do something.” you demanded, trying to usher him along. he sighed, making his way onto the bed until he was slotted perfectly between your thighs.
you reached out a hand to thread it through his hair, only to be caught off guard when he swatted it away, slapping your outer thigh. you gasped, not expecting the jolt, which had definitely gotten you even wetter.
“don’t know what gave you the idea that you were in charge, my love.” his fingers massaged your thighs, working inwards until he was spreading you apart for him. “why can’t you ever just behave for me, hmm?”
“wanna be good for you, george.” you whimpered at the feeling of his fingertips skimming your folds, body relaxing into the mattress as the sounds of your wetness filled your ears.
“but you’re so bad for me, darling. so,” he ran his tongue over your cunt, “so,” he repeated the action with his tongue, kitten licking at your clit this time. “bad.” and with that final word, he buried his face in your pussy, tongue moving rapidly through your wetness. he moaned into you, sending your eyes rolling backwards in your head. his tongue worked through your folds over and over, special attention paid to your throbbing clit, which he sucked into his mouth.
you could feel your orgasm beginning to build, doubting whether or not he’d actually give it to you. his actions got sloppier, messier, the brit pulling back briefly to spit on your cunt, before nibbling at your clit with his teeth. you were getting louder and louder, moans tumbling uncontrollably from your swollen lips. finally, he allowed your fingers to thread through his hair, your grip firm, keeping him close.
“george,” you whined. “i’m gonna- i need to cum, fuck.” you cried out. somehow, his mouth sped up, but only for a second. he pulled away, barely any centimetres between his lips and your centre.
“say please.” he looked like the devil, grinning at you from between your legs. his mouth was covered in you, hair a mess, he was so pretty.
“fuck you.” you could feel tears building in your eyes as his breath fanned over your heat, your thighs trying to close but his grip on you didn’t allow them to.
“i know that’s what you want,” he winked, “and we will get to that, my love, but first, you need to say please.” he kitten licked at your clit a couple of times, before pulling himself away again. you shuddered at the sensation, but still, you held out. he sighed. “i’ve got nowhere to be, i’ll happily spend the rest of the night edging you.” his lips moved to the crease of your inner thigh, running the tip of his tongue across the sensitive skin. “i know you want me, darling. i know how desperate you are. so just,” he placed a kiss on your thigh. “say,” his tongue swirled over the skin. “please.” his lips closed and he sucked hard, marking you up for him, where only he would see.
“please, please, please.” you chanted. there was no use toying with him anymore, not when you were the only one suffering. he might have ached for you too, but he was enjoying this enough not to care. “george, please make me cum. please.”
he stood from the bed and you almost burst into tears, until you took notice of his belt buckle clinking as he quickly removed it. his trousers were gone only seconds later, and he was left in his boxers, a wet patch painfully noticeable. your hips bucked into nothing at their own accord.
“don’t worry, sweetheart. i’m gonna give you everything you want.” his boxers dropped to the floor and he was on top of you, barely giving you the chance to salivate over how ready he was for you. he was so hard, dripping and pink, all for you. you reached down between your bodies, wrapping your hand around his cock. a couple of pumps and he was hissing, slapping your hand away. he lined himself up with your entrance, head of his cock slapping against your clit a couple of times. you were so fucked out, so needy for him, arching your back to try and get him inside of you.
when he finally sunk in, your entire body went slack, eyes fluttering shut as a loud moan tore from the back of your throat. you’d been waiting for this for over a year, and god, was it worth it. he felt perfect, the weight of him resting hotly; you could feel him everywhere. he’d moved slowly at first, eyes trailing over your face, carefully searching for a tell as to how you were feeling. he quickly deduced that you felt good, the way your eyebrows creased, mouth slightly agape, the corners of your lips slightly upturned. he sped up, hips hitting yours. his thrusts were hard, hitting places deep inside of you that had never been touched. you were boneless beneath him, aside from your arms wrapped around his back, your nails digging urgently into his pale skin.
“you’re so good.” he mumbled, dipping down to kiss you. it was messy and untameable, passion flowing like champagne. he never slowed down, as desperate to fuck you as you were to be fucked.
everything tightened, your stomach, the grip on his back, your eyes. the pressure was building so quickly that you barely had any time to react to his fingers pressed to your clit, rapid circles being traced into the nerves. you thrashed helplessly, held down by his warm body thrusting restlessly into you, and you were cumming, pussy clenching around him as you unravelled. your moans were met with his own, but he wasn’t done quite yet. he kept going, fucking you further and harder into the mattress.
“george, i can’t,” you cried. “too much, too good.” you slurred your words, your orgasm leaving you fuzzy.
“too good?” he laughed. “i think you’ve got another one for me.” he pulled out of you, quickly flipping you onto your stomach. he arranged you just as he wanted, pushing one of your knees up the mattress until you were spread out and ready. he lined himself up once again, his warm skin pressed firmly against your back making your head spin. “you can tell me to stop.” he whispered into your ear, pulling the hair away from your face. he kissed your jaw, awaiting your response, giving your hip a squeeze. you were melting.
“more. please give me more.” your voice was as quiet as his, and you saw him nod from the corner of your eye, a sweet kiss pressed to the corner of your mouth.
he was inside you again in an instant, the delicateness of the moment fading away as he rammed himself into you. with his body covering yours, he was so incredibly deep inside of you that you felt every single twitch, pulse, drag of him, and it made you shake. you knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.
you ground your ass back to meet his thrusts, chasing your second orgasm, and he got the message, speeding up slightly. his lips moved over your neck, your shoulder blades, anywhere he could reach, leaving soft kisses and harsh bites that reminded you that you’d started this. you could feel him faltering, his rhythm changing, thrusts shallower. you were so close to another orgasm and the change in pace sent you over the edge, quickly spiralling. you clamped down on his cock and he was ruined, burying himself inside of you one last time as he came.
you were both exhausted, one messy, intertwined heap on his mattress. he chuckled breathlessly, and you could have sworn you heard him mutter a finally under his breath. as you both recovered, he slowly pulled out of you, flopping beside you on the mattress, brushing your hair off of your cheek again.
“so was it worth it?” he asked cockily, sitting himself up against the headboard, hands folded behind his head. you glared up at him playfully, still laying on your front, trying to keep your smile at bay.
“was alright.” you half shrugged, rolling your eyes. “not like you need me to over-inflate that ego of yours.” you teased. he laughed again, a joyful sound as you relaxed.
“are you gonna keep giving me a hard time in the press?” he asked, keeping up his banter, that you gladly returned, enjoying this lighter side of your relationship. there were no stakes right now, no cameras, no cruel jabs. it was easy.
“if you’re gonna fuck me like that, i think i’ll keep it up.”
a/n: how close can i get to writing monsterfricking before being called a monsterfricker?
Warnings: NON-CON (nothing too explicit, but still, be warned, be safe), bathroom-donging (once again), extensive use of a 80′s rock song as a plot device
Summary: Vecna’s Curse finally comes to take what’s his. Only thing is, he doesn’t look like the monster your friends described.
Summary: You’ve secretly been hooking up with Draco Malfoy. (1.41K)
Tags: Dom!Draco, Slytherin!Reader, Sneaking Around, Humiliation, Teasing, Blaise Zabini, Hickeys, Draco Being an Ass, Degradation, Loud Sex, Draco is a GOD with his Fingers, Wholesome Slytherin Shenanigans🐍
A/N: More Kinktober! Today’s prompt is Draco + Humiliation🤩 This is my first time writing Draco, but I think I did a pretty good job ;) I hope you all enjoy <3
You lounged against the side of the couch, your legs swinging off the side as you zoned out of the current conversation.
How could you focus when your thoughts were consistently being drawn to him.
Merlin, he had such a hold on you that you couldn't even stand up without remembering the way he caressed you thighs or the way he pulled your legs around his waist in the heat of the moment.
Fucking Draco Malfoy you thought to yourself, pinching the bridge of your nose in an effort to thwart the memories.
"Oi, L/N, Did you hear me?"
You left the daze, making a noise of confusion as your fellow Slytherin mates looked at you expectantly.
"Sorry. What were you saying?"
You eased back into the conversation, subconsciously shifting back and forth- which just so happened to reveal the purple and red bruises on your neck.
"Y/N, what is that!?" Blaise taunted, getting up to circle your form as you tried to cover your neck up.
Of course, his outburst only brought all eyes of the common room to your direction, a chorus of hoots and hollers sent in your direction.
"Miss Goody-Two-Shoes finally got some!" Crabbe.
"She finally gave it up did she" Pansy, a teasing glint in her eye.
"Oh, fuck off!" You replied, your skin burning from embarrassment and attention.
You weren't used to people gawking at you or putting their noses in your business. No, you weren't that kind of girl. You preferred to stay in the background, always observant and always quiet.
A Goody-Two Shoes since you didn't spend the past year fucking anyone who breathed at Hogwarts, unlike the rest of your friends.
You were quick to get up, ready to make a bee-line for the exit until things took a turn for the worst.
"What did I miss?" The ever-cool and maniacal Draco Malfoy asked, curious as to what had everyone close to tears from laughter.
His eyes glossed over you for a split second, your eyes practically begging him to drop it, just go upstairs.
But Draco was Draco, and that meant doing the exact opposite of what was asked of him.
"Our innocent Y/N, isn't so innocent anymore" Blaise's sing-songs tone causes you to roll your eyes.
This had Draco intrigued, his tongue peeking out to gently lick his lips. "Go on."
You nervously swallowed, not in the mood to hear Draco laugh and joke with his friends.
"She's got hickeys all over. Don't ya?" He finished, he and Draco staring at you expectantly. You could see the slight smirk painted on his face as he tried his best not to admit to it.
He wanted to take credit, "I'm the one who did that"
"I'm the one who made her orgasm countless times with only my fingers"
"I'm the one who takes her every night"
"Blaise, if you don't shut up" You warned, your hand already tight around your wand.
"Aww, ya mad about what I said?" He teased, "You should be ecstatic! You finally lost it. I can only wonder who the lucky guy was"
You nervously swallowed, shifting slightly with concern.
There was no way anyone would guess who it was. No, you and Draco had been far too careful.
Silencing Charms, Side Apparitions, anything to keep it a secret was done.
"I'm a bit curious too." Draco, nudging Blaise in the side as the two laughed.
"Was he good?" Blaise
"Did he rock your world?" Draco.
"Was his cock amazing" Blaise added, fake moaning accompanying the statement.
The two boys laughed, hunched over as they tried to catch their breath. All the while, the rest of your friends stared at you in anticipation of your response.
"Actually, it was horrible."
Draco pulled himself up, his expression now rigid.
"You would've thought he was a virgin too!" The room erupted in ooos, people cringing at the thought.
"It couldn't have been that bad? Right?" Blaise seemed astounded, a fake expression of fear on his features.
"Oh Blaise, it was god awful! The kid kept trying to get it in, and he missed!"
Blaise let out a dramatic gasp, fake passing out in your arms.
The two of you sat down on the couch, still recovering as Draco glared at you.
"Oops" You mouthed, watching Draco make his way up to his dorm.
On the outside you were steel, but on the inside, you were melting- all nerves from the expected punishment you knew was coming.
_____
Draco was reading when you entered, adorned in a black button-down and his pants.
He was on edge waiting for you to come up.
Irritated by your behavior.
Annoyed by your mocking.
Surprised that you had chosen to brat.
It was unlike you, but he supposed he might have pushed you into it.
He didn't need to make those comments or laugh at you. But, he couldn't help the person he was in a crowd versus the person he was when the two of you were alone.
Plus, your little hookup was a secret.
And he would definitely ruin it by coming to your defense.
You stood in front of him, your hands slightly pulling on the edge of your skirt.
"Draco." You began, unsurprised when he continued to read.
"I'm sorry for what I said. You know I didn't mean any of it."
He only turned the next page, so interested in the pages he was reading from The Hobbit.
"Fine." You huffed, turning to exit his room before he stopped you.
"Off to find a better fuck?" His voice was bitter, his irritation present.
"Draco you kn-"
"Oh, Shut up." He all but growled, moving off the bed at an incredible speed to push you against his bedroom door.
"Draco-"
"What did I say?" His hand was clasped over your mouth, his weight pressed against you and holding you captive.
You saw the lust swirling with anger in his eyes, his breath labored as he held on to the little control he had.
There was a heat flowing between you two, so intense that neither of you wanted to move and ruin it.
"You're such a liar" He began, his fingers deftly slipping underneath your skirt.
He pushed aside your panties, smirking as he was met with your soaking heat.
"I don't fuck you good? I'm horrible as you put it."
You bucked against him, moaning into his palm as he curled his fingers into you.
"You feel your body betraying those words. Hm? If I'm so horrible then you shouldn't be making such a mess on me"
Your face burned from his teasing, your core tightening up just from the way he was touching you.
"If only everyone knew how much of a filthy slut you were."
He brought his lips to your ear, inhaling your scent of lavender. It was peaceful and addictive enough to lull him to sleep.
"You feel the way you're clenching around me? Your cunt is practically begging for me to fuck it"
He laughed at your whimpers, your entire body tense as you writhed and squirmed in his hold.
He was an expert in the way he touched you. Two of his fingers in your heat, his thumb brushing against your clit.
It was beginning to grow too intense, your body getting dizzy with pleasure.
Draco. Draco. Draco. Your mind chanted, your toes starting to curl as he kept brushing along that one spot.
"Oh, you filthy girl. Moaning so loud underneath me."
"I think you're loud enough for them to hear downstairs."
You shook your head no, denying him that people knew what you were up to.
"Oh precious, You're whining so fucking loud. They couldn't ignore it even if they tried."
You pushed against him, your legs almost weak.
You were about to be over the edge, but you knew it would come at a price.
"Do you want to cum?"
You eagerly nodded tears in your eye from sexual frustration.
"I'll let you...but, you'll have to do me a favor."
_____
Blaise was reclined on the couch, deep in a book for his Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
He was focused, his eyes consuming the information until he heard the most surprising sound.
"Merlin, Draco!"
He lifted a brow, recognizing your voice... and what appeared to be your moans.
"I-It's so good, please give me more!"
Blaise jumped up with excitement, his mind exploding from his current revelation.
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pairing(s): rafe cameron x cheerleader!fem!reader
summary: you and rafe have had a rivalry since the sandbox days but one night changed your relationship and rafe doesn't like when you say that you faked it
warning(s): adult content, dom!rafe, dickhead being used way too many times because i couldn't come up with any other insults, spitting, breeding kink, face riding, unprotected sex, overstimulation and unedited work
a/n: this fic was inspired by an idea i got from my bestie, shameless by the weeknd also wrote this whole thing listening to my big time rush playlist
gif credit to @jedidiahtiens
You have had a rivalry with Rafe for a long time, He was your nemesis, you both had the constant need to one up each other and often got into arguments within 2 minutes of being in each other's 5 foot radius.
It started back at 6 years old at your mother's barbecue in the pool when he took your spiderman toy saying it was a boy toy.
"Girls can't like spiderman" he snatched the toy from you "It matches my bathing suit" you responded snatching the toy back gesturing to your spiderman bathing suit.
"Are you a boy?"
"No"
"Well then that means it's mine" the two of you began to fight over the toy water splashing the other kids when Rafe's mother grabbed his arm "Come on Rafe be respectful" she told him but he just glared at you while your mother also grabbed a hold of you "I'm so sorry" she apologized to Rafe's mom and she smiled "It's fine, Rafe's a bit of a troublemaker"
They talked the two of you down "Sharing is caring, no snatching" your mother told you before the two mothers turned away but when they turned they heard "Ow!"
They turned back to see you with the spiderman toy in your hand and Rafe now bleeding from the crown of his head. "Y/N!" your mother ran over grabbing you "YOU SAID NO SNATCHING! HE WENT TO SNATCH"
"I DID NOT!" He shouted as his mother grabbed him as well.
Ever since then you guys have been enemies. You hated each other and always tried to one up each other, like when he joined the spelling bee just for the purpose of beating you, he lost of course when he managed to spell Shovel like 'Shuvvel'.
You still brought it up to this day, he even contemplated joining the cheerleading team after you did but Topper and Kelce talked him out of it.
That's how petty the two of you were
He thought you were a disrespectful brat who needed to learn respect while you thought he was an ignorant dickhead who clearly needed a good fuck because gosh he walked around like there was a stick up his ass.
But your relationship had a very intense change when you both got drunk and fucked in Topper's bedroom.
That changed a whole fucking lot.
No one had fucked you as good as Rafe did if you were being honest. He fucked you so hard and so good you felt it for days. It was like you could feel his large hands pulling on your hair, like you could still feel his cock pounding into you.
You hated that he made you feel this way but you decided to forget about it, screw him.
Well you already did but that surely wasn't the point.
You stood in the kitchen of the Cameron house for the after game party. Rafe usually had the parties since Topper was the quarterback for the football team.
The loud music blaring through the house. You played with the end of your cheerleading uniform skirt holding a drink in your hand glancing around at the other partiers . "Well if it isn't the brat" Rafe smirked walking beside you leaning on the counter. You sent him a glare not responding to him staring down at your drink because everytime you looked at him all you thought about was him towering over you and destroying your guts.
"Something wrong?" He asked as if he cared "I'm fine dickhead do you mind leaving me the hell alone?" You growled just wanting to resist the butterflies you got from hearing his voice.
He furrowed his eyebrows stepping towards you and it made you cower a bit.
"I love how you act all big and bad but I know that you're just a subby little bitch" You scoffed shoving his chest "Shut the fuck up" he smirks "You're a dickhead Rafe Cameron, it really explains why no one wants you"
"You did though"
"Did not" you childish shot back "Are sure because I vividly remember it going something like this" your eyes widened as he began to let out high pitched moans "Oh Rafey you feel so good! Oh rafey harder harder!" He threw his head back as you shoved him people began to look at you.
"Stop it"
"UGH YOU'RE SO BIG RAFE" Your jaw dropped before you shoved him once more "Screw you Rafe" you growled turning and going to leave the house through the backdoor when he grabbed your wrist "Okay I'm sorry" he said for once genuinely trying to be nice.
"You know I was faking it right?" The whole kitchen silenced he tilted his head at you "Don't be a fucking brat"
"Oh did that bruise your ego?" You chuckled he clenched his jaw "Shut up Y/N"
"Does the fact that everyone in this kitchen know that I had to fake my orgasm because you just weren't that good hurt your feelings? I'm so sorry Rafe that you just couldn't make me cu-" You cut yourself off with a yelp when he tangled his hand in your hair yanking your head back.
His dark eyes stared down at you causing your heart to beat faster and your pussy to get wetter.
"Everyone get out of here right now there's a bunch of other rooms in this damn house" Everyone stiffened not sure if he was being serious, he turned looking at them "I said get the fuck out!" Everyone quickly exited, too afraid of him to object.
"You still haven't learned your lesson huh?" He leaned in close his breath hitting your face letting his lips brush against yours and you could hardly form words "I thought when I had you bent over I made it clear that I wouldn't be afraid to do it again"
"And I thought I made it clear I faked it" you knew you were just doing it to get under his skin because god he looked hot when he was mad. "Don't be angry because you're just not that good" he yanked your head back more causing you to look at the ceiling.
"I'm going to give you one more chance to shut the fuck or-"
"You know maybe I should ask JJ for a good fuck I mean I heard he was-" he grabbed you by your bicep now dragging you through the party as if you were a child before somehow you ended up in his bedroom and he sat you down at the edge of the bed.
"You think you're so fucking cute with that tight little skirt on and that attitude of yours but don't you fucking worry slut, I'll fuck that brattitude right out of you" he pulled off his shirt before tilting your head back his fingers gripping your chin. "Open"
You surprisingly submit quickly, clearly your pussy was making the decisions for you. Your mouth opened and he chuckled darkly before spitting in your mouth, you swallowed "You know I always think about fucking you in your uniform"
"You think about me?" You batted your eyelashes at him and he shoves you back on the bed "Shut up"
"Or what?" He rolled his eyes "Do you ever fucking shut up?"
"Nope" you hummed and he shook his head "Gosh you're a fucking bitch" he began unbuckling his Jean's as you slid up on the bed dropping down on the pillows. He flipped your skirt up shoving your legs open "Telling everyone you faked it"
"I was" you smirked and he spanked your pussy through your thin pair of panties causing you to squeak.
"I'll have everyone in this house hear what a dirty whore you are for me"
"Sure you are" you giggled "I mean I did hear they call you small dick Rafey" he let out a growl "You never learn when to shut up do you?" He yanked your panties down your legs chuckling as your wetness stuck to the panties "I've heard it's one of my biggest flaws" you bit your lip "You gonna shut me up?"
He laughed taking his cock out of his jeans "No" suddenly he was slamming inside you "Fuck!" You screamed out "Yeah that's it baby" he fucked into you hard and fast hardly giving you time to adjust "Let everyone hear you what a sub you are"
"Fuck you Rafe"
"You are baby you are" he leaned down pushing your top up to reveal your breasts your nipples hardening. He kissed you roughly rolling your nipple between his fingers "Rafey" you gasped against his mouth his tongue slipping between your lips exploring your mouth.
You clenched around him
When you first fucked Rafe he could hardly remember but what he could remember was how tight you fucking were, the way you squeezed him almost begging him to go deeper was something he would never forget.
Your nails dug into his back dragging down as he pounded the absolute life out of you, treating you like you were just some hole for him to fill. He groaned at the pain nuzzling his face in your neck. "Such a good bitch for me"
"Aww baby I thought you were faking it?" He mocked you looking down at you like a man with power "It really sounds like you're faking it"
You could hardly form any thought besides the way he hit spots inside you no one ever did. Your words came out as gibberish as your eyes quite literally rolled back.
He could sense your orgasm was coming closer and he slowed down. "Please Rafe" you begged, opening your eyes to look at the man who looked down at you. "I'll let you cum pretty girl just tell me Y/N who fucks you like me?"
"No one"
"Who?" He sped up the bed moving along with his hard thrusts you were sure the headboard would make a dent in the wall. "No one Rafe!" You screamed out
"Maybe I should fill you with my cum huh? Have you walked around all swollen with my kid showing everyone how you were faking it right?"
"Please Rafe" you found yourself begging for him to fill you up with the idea of his cum filling you way too appealing than it should be. "You sure?" He was surprised that you actually agreed.
"Yes fuck Rafe!" You moaned out wrapping your legs around his waist and he fucked you until you were quite literally screaming you were so sure you'd lose your voice as you squeezed around cumming around his cock.
It didn't take long for him to spill inside you. He held himself up the two of you catching your breath.
"You look really hot in your uniform" he breathed out playing with your skirt leaning down to kiss your exposed breasts "Thanks Rafe"
You closed your eyes for a second before gasping when he dropped himself beside you grabbing your waist and pulling you straddle him "You're going to ride my face"
"I'm too sensitive" you whined when he pulled you to straddle his face "Too bad, you were faking it right?" he pulled you down to his face sliding his tongue through your folds before absolutely devouring you.
You were so sensitive you felt like you could feel him everywhere. Your body felt like it was on fire and he was the only thing that could put you it out.
"Rafey" you gasped out him beginning to tongue fuck you groaning at the taste of your juices mixed with his.
You begged him like your life depended on it and soon enough you were coming on his tongue but he didn't stop, no he did not let up.
You were shaking above him and you were sure you'd collapse on him if you weren't holding on to the headboard.
You weren't sure how many times you had cum all you knew when he let up his face was soaked with your wetness.
He smirked up at you
"Ugh I'm never gonna let you live this down"
"Shut up" you shook your head dropping beside him "At least I didn't spell Shovel like S-H-U-V-V-E-L at the 6th grade spelling bee" you laughed weakly at him.
"Oh fuck you"
"Your dad was so mad"
"He really was" he turned his head to look at you "Uhm do you wanna stay here tonight?" He asked his voice softer than you had ever heard it "I could get you clothes and-"
"Sure Rafe" you cut him off smiling "Sure"
a/n: it should be a crime that I wrote this while listening to my btr playlist but TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK AND FEEL FREE TO REQUEST
THIS IS NOT NO FREE USE SHIT YOU CAN NOT USE MY WORK
pairings: rafe cameron x reader
summary: you lie tell everyone Rafe has a small dick and he is not happy about it
warnings: adult content, public sex, unprotected sex, mentions of Rafe having a ginormous cock, dom!Rafe and unedited work
found this pic from @starkey-babie because she was blowing my notifications wit ha posts
You sat in a circle in a disgustingly childish game of Truth Or Dare. Rafe watched you from across the circle as you took a sip of your drink, He had already scolded you twice for being a brat but frankly you didn't give a damn
"Y/N" you looked towards Kelce's Girlfriend Hailey "Truth Or Dare?" You sat up straight rolling your shoulders back "Truth"
"How big is Rafe's dick" one of the other girls blurted out causing the other girls to erupted in giggles and Rafe seemed to stare at you silently telling you not to answer the question not because he thought he had a small dick but rather you were a little too drunk and you might say something ✨controversial✨
"It's pretty small if you ask me"
Rafe choked on his drink as everyone silenced in shock at your answer but you stared at Rafe with a smirk. That was the last fucking thing he expected you to say.
Topper cleared his throat "I think that's enough for today" he began to sit up "Yeah" Rafe said standing up grabbing you "What the fuck Rafe I don't wanna leave?" He didn't care about your protests as he practically carried you out of the party before pushing you infront of him "Always fucking play too much" he mumbled more to himself.
"It was just a game" you said crossing your arms over your chest your heels clicking on the concrete as you walked towards the car "Shut up" you rolled your eyes "Always so fucking bossy" you mumbled and he pushed you up against the side of the car "What the fuck did you say?"
You smirk "You heard me" his hand gripped your chin roughly "You've been acting like a damn brat all fucking day"
"Did I hurt your ego baby?" You said teasing and he let out a growl "Get in the car"
"No" he grabbed you by your arms practically tossing you in the car buckling you in before climbing in the the other side.
The car ride was silent, his nails digging into the steering wheel, his heavy breaths filling the small car.
He pulled up to the home reaching over and unbuckle you like he usually did "Get inside" he said voice eerily calm "I want you in the room on the bed naked" he told you "You're a fucking dick" you whined crossing your arms and getting out the car. He let out a growl getting out the car and grabbing you before you could step away from him "Don't you fucking forget who the boss is here"
"Yeah me asshole" you growled but it quickly turned into a gasp bending you over the hood of the car. Your breasts pressed up to it and your hands holding you up a bit.
"What the hell are you doing?" You squealed out when he pressed his hips against you "Showing you how big my fucking dick is" you couldn't help the moan that slipped from your lips when he grinded against you "We're outside" you gasped out and he chuckled.
"That's never stopped you before" he said in your ear bringing up the many times you've sucked him off in your driveway but that wasn't the point.
"Tell me if you want me to stop" he whispered in your ear before his hand ran over your ass. Truth was you didn't, you were practically soaked when the idea of someone seeing you crossed your mind. "Gonna fuck you so hard, make sure the whole neighborhood hears"
He pushed up your skirt "No panties, you little whore" he slapped your ass roughly causing you to let out a squeak the stinging pain making you wetter.
He bit his lip, his hand running over your ass before pulling his cock out of his jeans. He brought a hand up to your lips "Spit" he told you, you followed his orders spitting on his thick fingers before he brought his hands back to him rubbing your saliva on his hard cock.
He kicked your legs open, his cock slid through your folds before he slapped the head against your clit. You bit your lip when he shoved the head cock inside you but he made no move to give you the rest of him. "Rafeeeee" you whined "I thought I had a small cock baby"
You let out a loud whine "I was playing" you huffed "I swear" you opened your mouth to speak more but he was shoving himself inside you causing to let out a scream but he was quick to shove two fingers inside your mouth. "What's the matter? if its so fucking small you should be able to take it all"
You whined against his fingers
Rafe pounded into you roughly your nails digging into the paint of the hood. He was so deep inside you he had to be in your guts. To tell the truth Rafe had a very very large cock and he hit all the spots inside you that no one ever could.
His fingers tangled in your hair yanking you up against his chest. He pulled your head back a little to look at him.
"Small cock huh? Is that why you've got tears in your eyes?" It wasn't like you could answer with his fingers in your mouth but he was still smirking when you whimpered against his fingers. "I bet you feel me in your stomach, you feel me in your stomach angel?" He asked his hips moving faster causing your eyes to shut "No no princess you better fucking look at me"
He pulled at the ends of your hair causing you to open them back to look at him. His hand reached around you to slide his hand under the front of your dress running over the bulge in your stomach from his cock. His ring was cold against your stomach as he let out a dark chuckle "Look at me all in your stomach, you sure I have a small cock?" He pulled his fingers from your lips and you gasped for air, the feeling of him hitting every spor inside you getting way too much for you.
"T-t-too much" you gasped out and he shook his head with a chuckle "If it's so small baby take it" you were gasping between your moans and whimpers and suddenly you didn't care if the neighbors heard or saw.
He tilted your head back spitting in your mouth and you swallowed it quickly. The hand that was on your stomach moved down to your clit rubbing it fast "Squeezing around me so tight" he chuckled "Beg for it, beg to cum" you could hardly form words to answer him causing his hips to slow. You let out a whine "Beg" he growled
"Please Rafe, Please let me cum" his hips sped up a little but not enough to give you the orgasm you so desperately needed "Tell me I have a big dick" you would have rolled your eyes at him in any of other situations but right now he could tell you to say anything and you would say it. "You have a big dick Rafe, it's so fucking big"
"Tell me I've ruined you for anybody else"
"You've ruined me for anybody else Rafey"
"Whose pussy is this angel?" He growled his hips moving unbelievably fast "Y-yours" he chuckled darkly rubbing your clit at a rapid pace "I want you to cum for me angel" he slapped your clit the pain only adding to the pleasure.
A loud scream tore through your throat and your eyes rolled back as you came around his cock. You tried to control your breathing but he was still moving inside you chasing his own orgasm.
He groaned his nails digging into your hips as his cum filled you up. You let out heavy breaths and he pulled your skirt down after he pulled out of you. His arm wrapped around your waist to hold you up.
"That was fuckinh amazing baby" he tilted your head back to kiss your forehead. You smiled tiredly "You're gonna tell everyone I have a big dick tomorrow right?" You let out a scoff shaking your head "Hell no" you giggles leaning your head back against his chest.
"Do you think you can walk?" You shook your head and he chuckled picking you up bridal style "Is everything okay!?"
Ms. Smith the old woman next door came out looking at you "We're fine"
"I heard screaming and groans" the old woman said eyes scanning over the two of you "I don't know what it could've been we just got hear" Rafe lied
"Oh well, I'll notify the neighborhood watch. I think there's something funny going on" you let out a chuckle "Okay Mrs. Smith goodnight" you waved at the old woman as Rafe carried you towards the house.
"We're not actually gonna let her tell the whole neighborhood she heard moaning and screaming right?"
"Uh yeah we are"
A/N: PLEASE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK BECAUSE MAMA NEEDS YOUR VALIDATION AND FEEL FREE TO REQUEST
summary: upon realizing you lack skills in the bedroom when a touron asks you out on a date, you turn to jj, a self-proclaimed sexual deviant, for help.
warnings: smut, y’all.
notes: i haven’t been in the right headspace to right recently and wanted to give my reads something of quality and substance, not something to rush just for satisfaction. behold, chapter five.
co-authored and co-written with @storiesbymads. SHOW MY WIFE SOME LOVE.
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JJ’s hung up.
You’d been spending less time at the Chateau in favor of spending time with Trent since it was the last week that he’d be on the island. His mind was racing, conflicted with the thoughts of your mouth on Trent and his lips on your neck. The night of the party had been the worst moment of the week and his jaw hurt from clenching by the time he ended up crashing out on John B’s couch. JJ always drank to forget and that night wasn’t an exception.
He knew it wasn’t just about sex with you anymore. It wasn’t about the opportunity for him to get off by the hand of someone else. It wasn’t about him taking advantage of you. There was nothing complicated about the two of you in the bedroom.
But outside of the bedroom, JJ’s head was spinning every time you said goodbye or forced him out the door because your parents were home. He didn’t have to think when he was with you; JJ knew what you wanted and knew what to expect. He knew that his time alone with you was the product of these lessons but that didn’t mean he had to think of this time as anything but passionate. When his tongue wasn’t down your throat, he was thinking about the tight feeling in his chest that left him wondering what was going to happen once you told him it was over because he didn’t want this to end.
JJ hadn’t thought about the lessons ending until he saw you tucked underneath Trent’s arm at the party. This whole situation wasn’t friends with benefits and he knew it, which is why it messed with his head so much. Yes, there was the whole “no strings attached” ordeal, but this wasn’t just one of you calling the other for sex. This was much more complicated. You were one of JJ’s best friends but the only difference is you’d seen him naked, intentionally.
His thoughts are preoccupied with the idea that once the lessons end, you might still be with Trent despite him no longer being on the island. JJ would have to go back to being just friends and he’d have to pretend that he never saw you naked. He’d have to pretend he didn’t revel in the thought of you trembling beneath him. The other Pogues, to his knowledge, had no idea that the both of you were fooling around and he didn’t know if it was something he wanted to disclose. On one hand, he wanted a second opinion on whether or not this was something healthy. On the other hand, he knew what they would say; that JJ didn’t care about catching feelings and it was unlikely that he would consider succumbing to being a boyfriend. He knew he’d expressed his disdain for relationships in the past, but now he wasn’t so sure.
You ended up skipping out on the last two beach sessions in favor of Trent. Pope had decided to stay behind on the sand with JJ while Sarah, Kiara, and John B. enjoyed themselves under the warmth of the sun and the contrasting coolness of the ocean waves. Pope could sense something was amiss when JJ was the first to propose having a relaxing afternoon and hadn’t shown up with his surfboard tucked underneath his arm.
“Something’s up,” Pope stated. “Something’s been up for a while and I didn’t want to say anything about it until I knew for sure, but something’s definitely up.” JJ shook his head.
“It’s nothing.” Pope nudged JJ with his shoulder.
“C’mon, man. You don’t want to surf, your mind is a million miles from where you are, and not to mention, this entire week you’ve been moody.”
“I’m not moody,” JJ muttered with a scowl, flicking at a clump of sand near his foot. Pope’s mouth formed a knowing smile. JJ sighed. “Okay, I’ve been moody.”
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: after grinding with two gryffindor on the dance floor, Y/N decides she wants them both back in her room.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: threesome, smut, unprotected sex, slight choking, over stimulating.
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: oliver wood x george weasley x fem!oc
Gryffindor knew how to party.
There was no getting around that they threw the best parties out of each house, so Y/N thought anyways. The common room was large, yet felt so small all dancing so close together. Spiked butterbeer and pumpkin juice being poured, usually by the twins who took a large pride in doing so. Y/N swayed with anyone near by, the pumpkin juice with a touch of fire whiskey not getting her drunk, only taking the edge off a bit.
“Having fun?” a voice cut in, Y/N turned, her eyes liting up at the sight of George, throwing her arms around him.
“Loads.” she answered with a giggle, taking his hand and giving him a spin, “dance with me, Georgie.”
He flushed in the face, pulling her in by the hips as her arms went around his shoulders, pressed together and swaying in each other’s arms. George rubbed his hands on her face, giving her a twirl as a loud laugh left her lips, making him grin. George’s eyes set on someone behind them, holding Y/N close as he faked a pout, “Someone’s not having much fun.”
Y/N turned, looking in the direction he was, finding Oliver Wood looking at his drink with a faint frown on his face.
“Aw, such a sad boy.” Y/N said as she looked to him, “Don’t go anywhere, i’m gonna go get him.”
“Yes ma’am.” George said with a wink, watching her walk off and tending to the drinks near by for anyone that needed them.
“Why such a sad face, captain?” Y/N teased as she sat next to Oliver nudging his shoulder, “It’s lovely out there you know.”
Oliver looked at her, a half grin on his face as she grinned back, “My mind is elsewhere.”
“Where? The quidditch field?” Y/N teased as he gave her a knowing look, “Sorry.”
He grinned at her words, bumping her shoulder and taking a sip of his drink.
“You know, I could show you the ropes.” Y/N said in a flirty manor, rubbing her hand up his forearm, “Maybe I can be captain.”
“Oh yeah?” he questioned in a knowing way, “With George Weasley?”
She gave him a giggle, standing and holding her hand out, “Come on, i’ll talk you through it.”
Oliver shook his head with a chuckle, taking her hand and following her to the dance floor. Once they made it back to the spot she was just moments before, her arms went around his shoulders, running a hand across his cheek, “You just sway, it’s a lot more fun then it sounds.”
Oliver sighed as he rocked slightly, eyes widened when her hands went to his hips and swayed them herself, “Like that, feels good doesn’t it?”
Oliver hummed, sighing when her arms left him, going around his shoulders again.
“Convinced him, did you?” George teased a he came back over, getting behind Y/N, pressing up against her and running his hand down her body to the top of the back of her thigh.
“Think so.” Y/N said, looking over her shoulder at him for a moment before looking at Oliver again, “Tell him how good you feel, darling.”
“Amazing.” Oliver said with a small giggle, feeling his dick getting hard in his pants as she grinded against him, “How do you feel?”
“Bloody perfect.” George answered, getting harder each time their body swayed, Y/Ns ass rubbing against him. Her hand reach behind her, pulling George flush against her backside as her head went back to his chest. Her movement gave Oliver access to her neck, pressing kisses all over as she moaned out at the feeling.
“Aw, bless it.” George teased, rubbing his thumb across Y/N’s lips as they parted, “Is he making you feel good, Y/N?”
“So good.” Y/N answered, gasping as Georgies hands ran down her abdomen, “I want you both.”
“You have us, captain.” Oliver said in her ear, kissing her jaw as she whined.
“Not here.” she said, both the boys stopped their movements, “Please.”
Oliver and George shared a look, Y/N opened her eyes, looking back at George then to Oliver again, seeing them make a subtle agreement with their eyes.
“Lead the way.” George agreed as Y/N giggled, taking Oliver’s hand and pulling him forward with her, reaching for George’s with her other.
“Are you okay with this, darling?” Y/N asked Oliver, leaning over and kissing him on the check as they walked. Oliver leaned into her touch as he nodded quickly, “Tell me.”
“I want it.” he agreed, meeting her eyes with a flushed face as Y/N grinned, letting his hand go to she used her wand to unlock her dorm. Sighing in relief at no one being there, she pulled George in, reaching and bringing Oliver in quickly after. With a locking and silencing spell, Y/N dropped her wand, throwing herself at George quickly and kissing him on the mouth harshly. He hummed into her mouth, cupping her face and deepening the kiss. Y/N reached her hand out behind her, feeling Oliver’s shirt and pulling him in closer where he moved on her neck again.
“Your turn.” Y/N giggled as she turned, connecting her mouth with Oliver’s while George squeezed her hips slightly and kissed her neck softly. Oliver gasped when Y/N rubbed her hand against his hard, closed cock, “You’re so hard, Ollie.”
He tucked his head into her neck in embarrassment, getting gentle kisses along his face.
“Arms up.” George encouraged Y/N, her arms going up as her shirt came off, being left in her bra. Both boys gapped at her exposed skin. Oliver traced her breast lovingly, giving small squeezes every few seconds. Y/N looked over her shoulder, seeing George looking down at her heaving chest.
“Come on, babe, you can touch too.” Y/N giggled, grabbing George’s hand to bring one up to her left boob while Oliver kissed her right, “You’re both so shy.”
Both boys giggled at her words.
“So pretty, Y/N.” George hummed as he rubbed, his other hand squeezing her her bum, earning a gasp. Oliver popped his mouth, seeing the red mark he made on her breast, kissing her on the mouth while George pulled his hand back, using his fingers to unclasp her bra.
“He’s right, you know.” Oliver teased, pulling the straps down as her bra fell to the floor, bare chest in full view for both of them, “You are so pretty.”
Y/N ran a hand through his hair with a gentle smile, leaning back to kiss George on the mouth before taking both their hands and leading them toward the bed. Oliver and George shared a look on the way. Y/N turned before she sat down, pulling Oliver’s shirt off first before doing the same with George. Oliver got into the bed, pulling her back with him quickly as she giggled.
“There’s the confidence I was looking for.” she said, reaching up and running a hand through his hair, her head in his lap. George unbuttoned her pants, kissing her lower stomach as he pulled them done her legs, “Take yours off too, both of you.”
The boys obeyed her, both loosing their pants and leaving the three in only their underwear. Oliver moved behind Y/N, legs on either side of her as her body leaned on his chest. His left hand rubbed her boobs while the other ran through her hair. A gasp left her lips when George kissed her closed clit, bucking her hips up as they both chuckled at her.
“Needy, aren’t you, Y/N?” George teased with a grin, hooking his hands in the waistband of her underwear.
“Was her plan, wasn’t it, George?” Oliver mocked as George hummed in agreement, pulling her underwear down before getting on his knees due to the three laying vertical and her legs off the bed.
“Wait!” Y/N suddenly said as both boys removed their hands from her immediately, looking at her alarmed. Y/N sat up, grabbing a pillow from near the head bored and handed it to George, “So you don’t hurt your knees.”
He grinned at her, taking it from her hand and kissing her thighs, “So sweet.”
“The sweetest.” Oliver agreed, kissing the side of her head as she fell back into his arms again, coddling her softly, “Does she taste as sweet?”
“Dunno.” George said as he connected his lips with her dripping cunt, earning a sudden gasp as Y/N’s eyes shut, moaning softly before the feeling was gone as quickly as it was there, “She does.”
“Figured.” Oliver agreed as Y/N bucked her hips up toward George again.
“Please, Georgie.” she begged him, her eyes opening to meet his, “Please.”
George inhaled, weakening under her gaze as he dove back in, sucking on her clit as she arched. Oliver circled his arm around, keeping her hips down while George ate her out. Soft moans left Y/Ns lips, head back against Oliver’s chest as he shhed her, kissing her face, her hands reached for anything, he gave her his hands, “Hes making you feel good, is he?”
“So good, Ollie.” she breathed out, her upper body shaking against him, his thumb ran across his lips, his hand going to her neck slightly and giving a small squeeze as she hummed with a nod, “Do it again.”
He listened to her, squeezing her neck slightly as she moaned, trying to arch but his hold on her abdomen was too strong. The way he held her gave her a view of his bicep flexing, running her hand up and giving her a rub. Y/N moaned as George stuck a single finger into her, “Don’t stop.”
George hummed against her clit, slowly pumping his finger as his tongue worked quick and fast on her clit. Y/N could feel how painfully hard Oliver was against her back, almost feeling guilty for making his wait.
“I’m almost there.” Y/N said, chest heaving as she pushed back into Oliver more, “Feels so good.”
“Such a good girl.” Oliver whispered into her ear, “You gonna cum for George?”
“Yes!” she said rather loudly, feeling her high reaching as the euphoric feeling took over her, more intense moans leaving her lips as her body shuttered, shaking as George sucked her through her orgasm, not stopping until she reached down to pull his head away, “Merlin, George, thats was so good.”
Both boys chuckled at her words, George leaned up and kissed her, eyeing Oliver hesitantly before kissing him as well. Y/N hummed at the sight, holding both their checks as they looked at her, “My sweet boys.”
George kissed her again while Oliver stroked her head and whispered how pretty she was in her ear until George pulled back.
“Which one of you wants to be inside of me first?” she asked breathy, finally coming down from the amazing orgasm, looking at both of their blown eyed. Their eyes were so similar, a beautiful light brown color, her absolute favorite.
“You can.” George said as he nodded to Oliver who stared at him.
“You sure?” he asked, though he was already moving to be on top of Y/N quickly. George nodded as Oliver looked down at Y/N with a grin, “Is that okay with you, pretty girl?”
“Sounds perfect.” Y/N teased as Oliver got rid of his underwear quickly, “How long do you think he’ll last?”
The gryffindor captain looked toward the pair who were both eyeing him in a teasing manor.
“Two minutes?” George teased as Oliver rose a eyebrow his way.
“Two? I was thinking one.” Y/N teased as Oliver scoffed at the giggling pair.
“I hate you both.” he said with a grin, leaning down and kissing Y/Ns lower stomach, rubbing his dick through her slick folds before pushing inside her. Y/N gasped as Oliver stopped, looking at her quickly.
“Just relax, darling.” George said, rubbing her gently, “Let Oliver make you feel good.”
Y/N met Oliver’s eye, relaxing her body against as she gave him a nod. Oliver pushed into her slowly, waiting until he bottomed out to let out the moan he’d been holding in. Y/Ns mouth made a o shape at the feelings, George’s hands on her chest while Oliver held her hips, eyes shut at the feeling of being inside of her.
“You feel perfect.” Y/N gushed, reaching and holding Oliver’s hand that was pressed into her hip, “You can move, babe, it’s okay.”
He leaned down to kiss her before rocking his hips into her, slowly at first. Y/N looked up at George, already finding him grinned down at her, kissing her on the lips softly. Y/N run her hand through his silky ginger hair, tugging slightly each time Oliver rocked into her.
“Does she feel good?” George asked Oliver who was biting his lip to hide his moans.
“So good.” he breathed out, George and Y/N shared a look as they watched the boys eyebrows knit and lip between his teeth.
“It’s okay, sweet boy.” Y/N teased as she reached to caress his check with a sweet smile, “You can moan, we want to hear you.”
Oliver breathed heavy as she removed his bottom lip from his teeth, getting a heavy and sudden moan as the pair grinned at the noise, “There you go.”
Oliver trusted into her, getting faster as her left leg wrapped around his waist, pulling him in deeper. He moaned at the feeling, squeezing her hips as his own sped up, getting whines and breathy pants from Y/N. George reached between the two to rub Y/Ns sensitive clit, getting a gasp just as Oliver pulled out and came on her stomach with a string of moans. George pulled his hand back from Y/Ns sensitive clit she she wouldn’t squirm and get cum everywhere.
Oliver’s legs shook as he pulled out of her, red in the face and trying to catch his breath. He fought the urge to collapse on top of her. George kissing Y/Ns head as he got up to grab the tissue box. Oliver fell next to Y/N, eyes shut as he breathed heavy. Her hands caressed his face, kissing his lips gently as his eyes fluttered open with a grin, “Did it feel good?”
“So good, Y/N, thank you.” he said with a hum, kissing her on the lips softly, “I haven’t... in so long.”
“Aw, baby, really?” she coddled him, his eyes shutting as his face reddened, “Its okay, i’m glad I got to help.”
“Helped so much.” Oliver hummed with a gentle nod, rubbing her face gently. Y/N looked up when she felt George whipping Oliver’s cum off of her for a moment.
“Think you can do it one more time?” George teased her while Oliver hid his face in Y/Ns neck.
“Always.” she agreed as the Weasley boy leaned over both of them to kiss her against before pressing kisses down her body. Oliver turned on his side, watching Goerge do so as he put his arm under Y/N to hold her. Y/N took a deep breath as George kissed her sensitive clit once again, grinning up at her.
“She’s real sensitive.” George spoke to Oliver with a smirk across his face, “Dunno if she can take it again.”
“Better be real gentle.” Oliver said knowingly as he pressed kisses all over Y/Ns face, “Isnt that right?”
“Mhm.” the whined as George rubbed his dick through her folds much like Oliver had.
“I can be gentle.” he spoke to her, pushing in slowly as Y/Ns chest heaved, mouth falling open again as she inhaled, “So cute, Y/N.”
“George.” she hummed, hand reaching up to hold his shoulder as he hovered over her, Oliver laying by her side and rubbing her gentle in a comforting way, whispering in her ear.
“Feel good, gorgeous?” George asked as he rocked into her, getting on his knees and holding her hand.
“So good.” Y/N hummed with a flutter of her eyes, trying to keep them open. Oliver grinned, getting harder at the sight of George fucking Y/N, pants leaving her lips. Y/N hummed as she felt him against her thigh, reaching her and down and started to jerk him off slowly, his head hiding in her neck once again. George moaned as he sped up his pace a bit, putting his hand on Y/Ns stomach to feel himself in her.
“Look, Y/N/N, i’m right there.” he said, taking her hand and pushing it on her stomach. Y/N felt the trust each time against her hand.
“I love it.” she said, keeping her hand there to feel him each time, “I love the both of you.”
“We love you, darling.” George said to her, rubbing her thighs as he breathed heavy.
“I love you, Y/N.” Oliver said to her, squeezing his eyes as she pumped him, “You’re perfect.”
A moan left his lips, right into Y/Ns ear as she whimpered, feeling George speed up.
“It’s okay, pretty girl, i’m almost there.” he said, his hips moving quickly into her as he moaned out. Oliver squirmed a bit, indicating he was close. George rubbing Y/Ns sensitive clit, earning a loud gasp. Due to the sensitivity, it had her cumming rather quickly, just as George pulled out and came on her stomach much like Oliver did once again next to her. The room feel silent, only heavy breathing being heard and the faint beat of the music from the common room.
George moved, laying on her side and kissing the side of her head. Oliver scooted to lay his head on her chest, listening to the rapid speed of her heart beat that matched his, “Someone needs a bath.”
“Indeed.” Y/N said with a giggle, looking at both boys cum on her stomach, making her look rather shiny.
“I’ll go get it started, hot or just warm?” he questioned, leaning down and kissing her on the lips, pushing some of her hair behind her ear.
“Warn please.” she said as he grinned, pulling on his boxers and walked toward the small bathroom connected to her room. Y/N turned her head, making sure to keep the rest of her body still. George’s eyes were shut, his hand holding hers while his chest heaved. Feeling her gaze, he opened his eyes with a grin.
“Are you watching me?” he teased as she flushed and nodded her head, bringing her hand up to run it through the silky locks of red hair he had, “You look so lovely like this.”
“What? All fucked out with loads of cum on me?” she joked, making him laugh but nod.
“Was it good for you?” he asked her, his eyes soft and gentle as she nodded softly.
“Best i’ve ever had.” she agreed as George pressed a kiss to her lips, sitting up to pull his underwear on before picking her up and and bringing her into the bathroom. Y/N whined at the sudden movement, “Easy, darling.”
“M’ sorry my love.” he apologized, kissing her head and walking into the bathroom, “Have a sore one.”
“You know, Y/N, ice cold baths are good for soreness.” Oliver said as he looked at her, sitting on the edge of the bathroom as it filled up, George did the same with her in his arms. Y/N whined at his words, making him laugh, “Maybe tomorrow.”
“Come close.” she waved him over, Oliver moved to sit next to George, her hands holding his face to kiss his forehead before holding his hands, “Will the two of you stay tonight?”
“Duh.” George teased, Y/N looked to Oliver and squeezed his hand.
“Of course.” he nodded, rubbing her cheek before turning the water off, “All right, think you’re ready, captain.”
George lifted Y/N again, setting her down in the perfectly warm bath water.
So apparently you’re all thirsty as fuck and my attempt to banish my boredom has turned into this months sleepover event 🤷♀️
Anyway loves this is the masterlist 💕
Neville Smut Headcanons
Getting off With Sirius
Sirius Smut Headcanons
First Time with Draco
Riding Draco
Remus Dominating You
Jealous Sex with George
Fred After Losing Quidditch
Fred Smut Headcanons
Wedding Sex with Fred (or) George
Harry Smut Headcanons
Remus Smut Headcanons
Sirius at an Order Meeting
Bratty Sub Fred
Fred’s Daddy Kink
Submissive Sirius
Fred’s Other Kinks
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