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hear me out: franco and you at a halloween party but he takes the couple costume contest too seriously
pairing: franco colapinto x girlfriend!reader
a/n: like two suggestive comments & also i thought remy and linguini costumes would be cute <3
“You should get on my shoulders for this.”
You blink up at Franco, pulling away from him with a puzzled expression on your face. “What?”
“My shoulders,” Franco repeats slowly, as if you didn’t hear him the first time. He tilts his head, a brief confusion crossing his eyes. “Isn’t that how Ratatouille does it in the movie?”
“His name is Remy, not Ratatouille,” you correct, his right hand adjusting your rat ear headband while the other remains splayed across your hip. You click your tongue. “And I’m not getting on your shoulders.”
He furrows his brows, a few curls peeking out from the improvised chef hat the two of you pulled together a few hours ago. “What? Why not?”
“Because the ceiling is not that tall and I don’t wanna hit my head with a lamp?” You pause, pursing your lips. “And I’m wearing a skirt.”
Franco blinks at you for a beat, scrutinizing you. His eyes narrow. “You think I am gonna drop you.”
“…No.”
Franco’s mouth opens in a mix of surprise and offense. “Ahh, no,” he says, switching to Spanish. He sounds insulted when he exclaims, “You totally do! You think I am going to let you fall?”
You shake your head as Franco pinches your waist. “Why do you want me on your shoulders?”
He opens his mouth and closes it. “Well, at first I wanted to do it so we could win the couple’s costumes contest.” He tilts his head down at you. “But now I kinda just want to do it because you don’t trust me.”
You make an offended sound. “I never said that!”
“Then get on my shoulders,” he says simply. The corner of his lips curve upward, teasingly. “Are you scared, princesa? I promise I’ll hold onto you.”
You scoff in mild amusement. “You’re unbelievable.”
“Vamos,” he encourages, lowering himself to let you get on his shoulders.
You poke your cheek with your tongue as you finally—reluctantly—make your decision. You get closer to him, letting his head pass through the gap between your legs. Your entire stomach flips as Franco stands up and straightens to his full height. A yelp escapes you as you both momentarily lose your balance, your hands flying to grip Franco’s hair.
“Ow, ow, ow—amor, you’re pulling it too much,” Franco groans sharply.
You let go of his hair as your hand latches onto his shoulder for some semblance of stability. To his credit, Franco is firm beneath you, giving you a moment to find your balance
“I thought you liked it when I pulled your hair,” you bite, earning a scoff from him. He takes a few steps, and your body jerks backward. “Franco!” you squeal. “Move slowly, please.”
“I thought you liked it when I went faster,” he retorts, mocking. You slap his shoulder in response.
Despite his teasing, your boyfriend does as told, moving slower as he wades through the crowd of people gathering for the contest.
“Oh my god.” You hold onto his head again, softer this time.
“See?” Franco says after a moment, craning his head up to try and meet your gaze. You brush aside his curls to find his eyes. He grins. “We are okay.”
“Yeah, yeah,” you say, softer than you intended. You inhale, exhale. “If I fall, I’m bringing you down with me,” you warn. “Also, don’t let go of my legs.”
He chuckles. “I would never.”
“Okay.” You brace yourself. “Let’s go win this contest then.”
a/n: did not think i would get the chance to post a halloween themed drabble but here we are!!!!!! send me reqs in case anyone has any more ideas i can get to work on <3
summary: throughout the day, george couldn’t keep his eyes off you and how good you looked. as soon as you’re back at the hotel, george worships you and how good you look– both in and out of clothes.
a/n: second last day of kinktober!! nice to have this event almost finished and actually completed, i thought i would have given up lolll. last post tmrw, so have fun with this! also @chilling-seavey this is for you 👀 let me know your thoughts via reblog, comment or ask, i love hearing from you guys.
the moment the hotel door closed behind you, george couldn’t hold himself back anymore. you had been driving him mad all day, and it was taking every ounce of self-control not to give in sooner. the bright lights of the paddock, the fans, the media—none of it compared to the distraction of having you there, looking the way you did.
it wasn’t just your clothes, though that gorgeous dress did things to him he couldn’t put into words. it was how you moved, how you smiled, the way your eyes met his in fleeting moments that made it feel like it was only the two of you in the room. even when you were just chatting with people, the way you carried yourself made his chest tighten with a pride and possessiveness he couldn’t ignore. he wasn’t normally so easily distracted, but with you there, it was impossible to focus on anything else.
now, back in the privacy of the hotel, the tension had reached its breaking point. you set your purse down, completely unaware of how george’s eyes were practically burning into you. he was leaning against the wall, his suit jacket already discarded, the top few buttons of his shirt undone, revealing just a hint of his collarbones. he watched you, his blue eyes filled with something deeper, darker, and far more intense than earlier in the day.
you turned around, catching the look in his eyes, and your breath hitched. there was a hunger in his gaze, a deep appreciation that sent a shiver down your spine. you knew what that look meant, and anticipation started to bubble inside of you, electrifying the air between you.
“george?” you said softly, a question lingering in your tone.
he didn’t respond at first, just took a step closer, his eyes roaming over your form in a way that made your skin tingle. you could feel the heat radiating off of him, and it made you almost dizzy, the tension so palpable it felt like you were both standing on the edge of something.
“you have no idea what you do to me,” he murmured, his voice husky and low. his accent made the words feel even heavier, laced with an undercurrent of reverence and want. he took another step, closing the distance until he was right in front of you. his hands reached up, fingers brushing along your shoulders, then down your arms, as if he were taking his time, memorizing every inch of you.
“you’ve been driving me crazy all day,” he admitted, his tone almost a whisper now. he leaned in, his breath warm against your ear, and you felt your heart race in response. “i couldn’t stop thinking about you—about how beautiful you are.”
you felt your cheeks flush, a shy smile tugging at your lips, but george wasn’t having any of it. his hands moved to cup your face, gently tilting your chin up so you had no choice but to look at him. his blue eyes bore into yours, filled with a mixture of awe and desire that made your breath catch.
“let me show you,” he murmured, his voice rougher now. “let me show you how much I adore you.”
his words were almost a plea, and before you could say anything in response, he dipped his head, pressing a feather-light kiss to the corner of your mouth. it wasn’t rushed or heated, but slow and reverent, as if he was savoring every second. you melted into the touch, your eyes fluttering shut as his lips moved across your jaw, leaving a trail of soft kisses in their wake.
he pulled back slightly, his fingers tracing along the neckline of your dress, barely grazing your skin. you could feel the warmth of his touch even through the fabric, and it sent a shiver down your spine.
“you’re perfect,” he breathed, his voice laced with something almost like wonder. his fingers moved down, brushing over the curve of your waist, his touch light and reverent. “every part of you, just.. perfect.”
you opened your mouth to respond, but the words got stuck in your throat when he started unzipping your dress, his fingers moving with a delicate care that almost made you want to cry. there was something so intimate about the way he undressed you, his gaze never leaving your face, as if he was waiting for any sign that you wanted him to stop.
when the dress pooled at your feet, you felt exposed in a way that wasn’t just physical. it wasn’t just about being undressed in front of him; it was the way he looked at you, like you were something to be treasured, something precious.
“george…” you whispered, feeling vulnerable and yet completely safe at the same time. it was a feeling only george was able to evoke from you.
he leaned in, pressing another gentle kiss to your shoulder, then to the crook of your neck, his hands moving up to rest on your bare waist. “shh,” he murmured softly, his lips brushing against your skin as he spoke. “let me take care of you, love.”
his hands began to roam, his fingers tracing over every curve, every dip and line of your body with a reverence that left you breathless. he moved slowly, as if he wanted to memorize every inch of you with his touch. it wasn’t rushed or frantic; it was almost worshipful, each caress leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.
“you’re incredible,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. his hands moved up to your ribs, brushing the underside of your breasts with the barest touch, and you felt a shiver run through you. “so, so beautiful.”
you couldn’t stop the soft moan that escaped your lips at the praise, and george let out a shaky breath, his fingers tightening slightly on your waist as if to ground himself. he lowered his head, his lips pressing against the swell of your breast, leaving a tender kiss there before moving to the other side.
“george,” you gasped, your hands coming up to thread through his hair, holding him close. your skin was on fire wherever his lips touched, the heat pooling low in your belly.
he looked up at you then, his eyes dark with desire but still filled with that same awe and adoration. “i’m so lucky,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “so, so lucky, to have you all for myself.”
before you could respond, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was slow and deep, the kind of kiss that made you feel like you were the only person in the world. his hands moved to cradle your face, holding you gently as he poured every ounce of his affection into the kiss.
when he pulled back, you were both breathing heavily, the air between you thick with tension. he looked at you like you were something fragile, something precious that he needed to take care of.
“can I—” he started, his voice faltering slightly. He swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing, and you could see the vulnerability in his eyes. “can I worship you?” he asked, barely a whisper.
the question sent a shiver down your spine, your heart fluttering at the raw honesty in his voice. you felt overwhelmed with emotion, and couldn’t respond in time before he spoke up again.
“let me show you how beautiful you are, because you underestimate yourself,” he started, licking his lips as his eyes trailed over you before he continued his speech. “every part of you–inside and out– is gorgeous, you’re breathtaking and fuck– you’re mine. so please, will you let me?”
each word sent a shot of pleasure right through you, and you the need you felt within only grew. still, you couldn’t verbally respond, so a nod would have to suffice.
that was all the permission he needed. george sank to his knees in front of you, his eyes never leaving yours as his hands moved up to rest on your hips. he pressed a kiss to your stomach, his lips lingering there as if he was saying a silent prayer.
“you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. his hands moved up to your thighs, gently parting them as he continued to press soft kisses along your skin. “so perfect.”
every touch, every kiss, felt like a vow, a silent promise of how much he adored you. you couldn’t hold back the soft moans and gasps that escaped your lips, the sensations overwhelming in the best way possible. the way his hands felt against you, the way his lips moved against your skin.
he took his time, worshipping every inch of you with a tender care that made you feel cherished, loved in a way that went beyond just physical desire. it was deeper than that, more profound.
when he looked up at you again, licking over his lips taht were slightly swollen from kissing your skin, you felt a wave of emotion crash over you. you didn’t just feel desired—you felt loved, seen, and appreciated in a way that left you breathless.
george's hands continued their slow exploration, fingers brushing the sensitive skin on your thighs, his lips leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. he kept his touch soft and reverent, his breath fanning over your skin, the intimacy of it making you tremble. you tried to keep your breathing steady, but every little caress had you biting your lip to stifle the noises threatening to escape.
His eyes were still dark and intense, and he seemed to pause for a moment as if gauging how much further he could go. the way he was looking at you made you feel like the most precious thing in the world. it was overwhelming, the sheer amount of care and adoration radiating from him, and it only made you crave more of his touch.
george’s hand slid up your thigh, fingers ghosting over the delicate fabric of your underwear. “you’re trembling,” he noted, voice soft but laced with a sort of quiet awe, almost like he couldn’t quite believe the effect he was having on you. his other hand was still resting on your hip, his thumb making soothing circles on your skin. “fancy telling me why, darling?”
“only because of you,” you managed to whisper, the breathiness of your voice giving away just how much he had you on edge. the ache inside you had been building all day, and now it felt almost unbearable, each of his touches only stoking the fire further.
hearing your words, something seemed to click within him, and the intensity in his gaze deepened. his fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, slowly dragging them down your legs, taking his time like he wanted to savour every second. he was careful, gentle, and the way he looked up at you for reassurance as he did it made your heart flutter.
when you gave a small nod of encouragement, he let out a shaky breath, like he’d been holding it the whole time. his fingers ran up your inner thighs, spreading them slightly so he could get a better angle. you felt exposed, vulnerable, and yet completely safe in his hands.
george’s fingers hovered over your heat, so close yet not quite touching. he seemed to be testing his own restraint, holding himself back until he was sure you were ready. you could feel his breath against you, each exhale making you shiver with anticipation.
“george…” you breathed, unable to stop the way your voice wavered with need. you could feel your heart pounding in your chest, the anticipation coiling tightly within you.
that was all the encouragement he needed. his fingers finally moved to where you needed him most, sliding through your folds with a feather-light touch that had you gasping. he traced delicate circles over your clit, his movements slow and deliberate as if he wanted to draw out every bit of pleasure from you.
“does that feel good, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, laced with genuine curiosity and care. he sounded almost desperate to know he was doing right by you, and it made you feel even more cherished.
“yes,” you managed to choke out, your hands tightening in his hair as he continued his gentle ministrations. you could feel the warmth of his touch spreading through you, igniting every nerve ending, and it was almost too much to bear. “so good…”
george’s eyes darkened at your response, and he added a bit more pressure, his fingers moving in steady circles that made your breath catch. his free hand moved up to rest on your hip, grounding you, holding you close as if to keep you from slipping away in the haze of pleasure he was building.
“just relax, love,” he murmured, his voice so soothing and soft that it made you melt. “let me take care of you.”
and you did. You let go of any lingering tension, trusting him completely as he continued to explore you, his fingers finding every spot that made you shiver and moan. he watched you closely, his gaze unwavering as if he wanted to commit every reaction to memory. the intensity of his focus was almost overwhelming, like he was worshipping every part of you with his touch and his eyes.
george’s fingers dipped lower, gathering some of your arousal before he slipped one finger inside of you, his movements slow and gentle. the stretch was just enough to make your head fall back, a soft moan escaping your lips. he watched your face intently, gauging your every reaction, and when he saw the pleasure etched there, he added a second finger, moving carefully to avoid overwhelming you.
“you’re so perfect,” he murmured, his voice laced with reverence. he began to move his fingers in and out in a steady rhythm, curling them slightly with each thrust to brush against that spot inside you that had your knees feeling weak. “you’re breathtaking, stunning.. i could go on forever.”
the pleasure built steadily, a warm, pulsing sensation that grew with each movement of his fingers. it felt like he was taking his time, savouring every little reaction you gave him, and it only added to the intensity of it all. your breathing grew heavier, and your grip on his hair tightened, the tension coiling tighter and tighter within you.
“george,” you gasped, your voice trembling with the weight of everything you were feeling. it was all so overwhelming—the way he touched you, the way he looked at you, like you were something sacred and beautiful. “i’m– shit, i’m so close…”
he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh before murmuring against your skin, “let go for me, my love. i’ve got you.”
his words were your undoing. the coil inside you snapped, and you came undone with a cry, your entire body trembling as the waves of pleasure crashed over you. george didn’t stop, his fingers continuing their steady rhythm, drawing out your release until you were completely spent, your body slumping in his hold.
when you finally came down from the high, george carefully withdrew his fingers, his touch gentle and reverent. he looked up at you, his expression one of pure adoration and awe, and it made your heart swell with emotion.
“are you okay?” he asked softly, his voice filled with genuine concern. his hands came up to cradle your face, his thumbs brushing away the stray tears that had gathered at the corners of your eyes.
you nodded, unable to find the words to express how you felt. instead, you leaned forward, capturing his lips in a soft, lingering kiss that said everything you couldn’t put into words.
when you finally pulled back, george rested his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your skin. “you’re everything to me,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “thank you for letting me show you that.”
you smiled, feeling completely overwhelmed with love for him. “i love you, george,” you murmured, your voice still shaky from everything you’d just experienced.
“i love you too,” he replied, pressing another tender kiss to your forehead. “more than anything.”
and in that moment, wrapped up in his arms, you knew that there was nowhere else you’d rather be.
summary: after an exhausting day, max arrives home late and slips into bed beside you. his touches stir something deeper within you, leading to a slow encounter under the covers.
WARNINGS: 18+ content, half-asleep sex. that's basically it.
w.c. 1.5k
a/n: last post for the week! this post feels rly weak, so sorry about that. having a hard time writing currently! next week will be the last week, so see you all then! let me know your thoughts via reblog, comment or ask, i love hearing from you guys.
the bedroom was quiet, the only light coming from the moon peeking through the half-closed curtains. the house was still, save for the occasional sound of the wind against the windows. you were halfway between sleep and wakefulness, floating in a pleasant haze when you felt the bed dip slightly beside you.
max had finally come home.
even in your drowsy state, you could sense the weight of his day clinging to him. the exhaustion radiated from every breath he took, each slow and deep as he slipped under the covers. he tried to be careful, not wanting to disturb you, but the moment his arm slipped around your waist, instinctively pulling you into him, your body stirred at his touch. his familiar warmth wrapped around you, and you sighed contentedly, nestling into him without opening your eyes.
max’s lips brushed your shoulder in a light, almost unconscious kiss. he was barely awake himself, just a tangle of weariness and longing, craving the comfort of being close to you. his fingers traced along your waist, drawing lazy, soothing circles on your skin. the movement was calming, lulling you both into a state of relaxed intimacy.
you turned in his arms, feeling the quiet pull of drowsiness still heavy in your limbs, and opened your eyes just enough to see the soft silhouette of his face. his eyes were half-lidded, the lines of fatigue etched clearly in his features. despite that, he gave you a small, sleepy smile, his hand coming up to cup your cheek.
“hi, schajte,” he whispered, voice gravelly from the day and from sleep. it was a murmur, barely audible above the rustle of sheets, but it felt like everything in the quiet of the night.
“hi maxie,” you whispered back, your voice a soft hum as your eyes fluttered closed again, lost in the warmth of his touch.
he leaned in, his lips brushing over yours in a gentle, lingering kiss. there was no urgency, no rush—just the simple need to feel you, to be close to you after a day that had kept him away. the kiss deepened gradually, max’s tongue brushing lightly against your bottom lip, tasting the softness there. you sighed into it, your body responding instinctively, shifting closer until your chests were pressed together, your legs tangling beneath the covers.
max’s hand slipped down from your cheek, his fingers trailing along the curve of your neck, tracing the line of your collarbone before resting at your waist. he held you like this for a moment, as if grounding himself in the feel of you, the familiarity of your body against his. it was as if touching you was the only thing he needed to unwind completely, to let go of the stress that still clung to him.
“missed you,” he mumbled softly, lips brushing your ear as he spoke. his words were heavy with sleep, almost slurred, but you felt their weight, their sincerity.
“i missed you too,” you whispered back, feeling the words drift into the darkness between you both. your hand slid over his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palm.
max’s lips continued their gentle exploration, trailing featherlight kisses down the side of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. the touches were slow, almost absentminded, but they stirred something deeper within you, a quiet desire that simmered just beneath the surface. you shifted slightly, the movement instinctual, a silent invitation for more.
you felt the low hum of his voice against your skin as he sighed softly, his breath hot against your collarbone. max’s hand slid down your side, his fingers brushing over the curve of your hip before slipping beneath the hem of your shirt. his touch was warm and soothing, a gentle reminder of how much he craved this closeness after a long day.
he leaned down, his lips tracing a path along your shoulder, then lower, pressing lazy kisses to the bare skin he found beneath the fabric of your shirt. your breathing grew heavier, the quiet tension between you both thickening in the dimly lit room. you could feel his exhaustion mixing with his desire, creating a heady combination of soft need and overwhelming intimacy.
“max,” you whimpered, a hint of breathlessness in your voice, not needing to say anything more. he knew what you meant, what you were asking for without asking.
he shifted slightly, his hand sliding down to your thigh, lifting it to rest over his hip. the simple movement brought you closer, your bodies aligning naturally under the covers. max’s breathing was uneven, a soft exhale escaping him as he nestled his hips against yours, his arousal evident even in his drowsy state. it was a quiet, subtle acknowledgment of what you both wanted—needed—after the long day.
max’s lips found yours again, and this time the kiss was deeper, a little hungrier, but still slow and tender. you melted into him, sighing softly as your fingers threaded through his hair, holding him close. his hand slipped between your bodies, his fingers brushing over your core, and you let out a quiet gasp at the touch, the warmth of his skin against yours sending a shiver of anticipation through you.
he took his time, his fingers moving with a patient, deliberate rhythm, coaxing soft whimpers from your lips. you could feel the weight of sleep still heavy on your limbs, but it only made everything feel more intimate, more raw. there was no rush, no urgency—just the quiet connection between you both, built from the exhaustion of the day and the need to be close to each other.
max shifted slightly, his fingers guiding himself to you, and you held your breath, feeling the anticipation build. he pressed his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours as he slowly pushed into you, a quiet, shared exhale escaping both of you as he filled you completely. the sensation was almost overwhelming in its simplicity, the slow, steady rhythm he set making every nerve in your body come alive.
you sighed softly, your fingers tightening slightly in his hair as you arched into him, the movement instinctive, seeking more of that delicious closeness. max’s hand settled on your hip, holding you firmly as he moved with a gentle, deliberate rhythm, each thrust slow and deep. there was no rush, no urgency—just the steady, comforting connection between you both, the quiet intimacy that came from knowing each other so deeply.
the room was filled with the soft sounds of your breathing, the quiet rustle of sheets as max continued his slow, deliberate movements. you could feel the tension building within you, a slow, simmering heat that spread through your body with each gentle thrust. max’s forehead rested against yours, his eyes closed, his breaths coming out in soft, uneven huffs as he held you close, his body completely in tune with yours.
you were both half-lost in the haze of sleep, but the sensations were all-consuming, every touch and movement heightened by the drowsy intimacy between you. max’s hand slid up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip in a tender caress, and you turned your head slightly to kiss his palm, your breathing growing heavier as the pressure continued to build.
“feels so good,” he mumbled, his voice rough and barely audible, as if he was speaking more to himself than to you. the words sent a shiver down your spine, and you arched into him, needing more of that slow, steady connection.
the heat continued to build, slow and steady, until you could feel the tension starting to unravel, the pleasure washing over you in gentle waves. max groaned softly, his grip on your hip tightening as he felt you tighten around him, his movements becoming a little less controlled as he chased his own release.
with one final, deep thrust, you both fell apart together, the quiet intimacy of the moment making everything feel more intense, more real. max held you close, his breathing heavy and uneven as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his body trembling slightly with the aftershocks.
for a long moment, neither of you moved, your bodies still tangled beneath the covers, your breathing slowly evening out as the exhaustion of the day finally caught up with you both. max pressed a lazy kiss to your shoulder, his arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer, his touch grounding you in the lingering warmth of the moment.
“love you,” he murmured, his voice barely more than a breath. “so much.” you smiled sleepily, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. “love you too,” fell from your lips as you felt max squeeze you tighter.
and with that, the quiet rhythm of your breathing lulled you both back into a peaceful, shared sleep, wrapped in the warmth of each other’s embrace.
SMUT UNDER THE CUT + MINORS DNI. having a hotel suite all to yourself with your boyfriend, especially when he’s always traveling, gives you the opportunity to have some fun. contains themes of spit, cream pies, name calling and filthy sex. female reader and daniel ricciardo + blurb. word count 1k+.
messy sex in a hotel room was exhilarating. you could do whatever you wanted, be as loud as you wanted – of course, there were people in the room next door, but you didn’t know them – so why should it matter?
the sound of your moans filled the expensive hotel room – one daniel’s team had paid for in vegas days before the grand prix – as he sucked on your clit, his tongue working magic around your sensitive bud. your wandering hands found your way into his messy curls, tugging the strands tightly as he ate your pussy like a man starved. his tongue flicked up across your clit, causing your body to shudder as a ragged moan escaped your lips.
“you like that, baby, huh?” daniel growled against your thigh, the stubble on his chin making you squirm as it brushed against your tender skin. “mm, fuck yes.” you whined, your breath catching in your throat as his lips returned to your pussy, his tongue gently flicking its way upon your bud again. with daniel – power was usually equal – if you needed something, he’d let you have it and vice versa. so when your hips started to grind upon his face, he didn’t bat an eye, his tongue delving deeper inside you as his fingers imprinted marks onto your thigh.
“what do you need, baby? tell me.” daniel hummed against your clit, the vibrations sending a jolt through your body. “need you to fuck me, danny, please,” you moaned, a desperate tone lacing your voice as you wiggled, the sight of his pretty brown eyes looking up at you making you drip. “mhm. how, baby?” daniel teased, coming up from between your legs so his body hovered over yours, his lips tickling against the nape of your ear.
“hard, danny. want it so fucking rough.” you growled, the feeling of his fingers slowly tracing over the curves of the sides of your hips making you crave him all the more. “yeah, baby? want me to fuck you senseless?” daniel’s tone leaked a teasing ecstasy, your body taking in every word that fell from his mouth. you had never heard daniel talk so dirty – and fuck – it turned you on so horribly much. “yes, please. need you so bad.” you practically pleaded, your head lolling in want as his soft lips kissed down your neck.
daniel sucked and nipped at your neck like a lion devouring its prey, his teeth gliding against the skin which made small red and purple bruises appear in its wake. your fingers dug deep into the skin of his shoulders, your nails surely leaving little marks on his olive skin as he teased you relentlessly.
“need me so bad, don’t you?” daniel teased, his tone dripping in mockery as he brought his face up to yours, his lips lightly dancing over your cheek as he spoke. “yes – need you so bad. missed you so much, danny,” you whined, your legs coming to wrap around his hips as if asking him to fuck you right then and there.
“ready?” daniel growled in your ear, one hand going down to grab his hard cock, stroking it painfully slow between his hand. you practically wiggled underneath him, your body so eager for his touch – for him to be closer to you. “yes. yes, ‘m ready,” you panted, your body taut with eagerness as you pulled his waist closer with your legs. “so eager,” he muttered, a smirk decorating his face which made you more excited than you’d like to admit. “ok, sweetheart – but i’m not gonna be gentle.”
his words warned you before he aligned his tip up with your leaking entrance, not wasting any time before slamming into you. “fuck!” you moaned out, arching your back as daniel’s large hands held tight on your waist, the rock of his hips anything but slow. he pounded into you fiercely, keeping your promise as he roughly fucked into your cunt. “look at you, baby. taking me so well. so fucking tight, so fucking wet,” daniel growled, jagged groans falling for his pink and swollen lips as he bit at them with his teeth.
his body leaned over yours, hips bucking into you with such force as you let out loud and breathy moans, his words only fueling the fire of your desire. “open your mouth,” daniel commanded, and without questions ask, you did as you were told.
daniel gripped your chin with his fingers, his grasp tight enough to send pleasure throughout your body. your mouth hung open, drool leaking slightly out the side – you looked like a dog begging for a bone as he brought his mouth closer to yours. daniel mustered up a glob of spit in his mouth, before he let it fall from his lips, landing directly onto the wet surface of your tongue. you let out a soft whine before closing your mouth, your eyes looking up into daniel’s. “swallow, baby,” daniel cooed, laughing softly as you gulped it down. god, he was being cruel, but was it oh so hot.
daniel kept his pace consistent as he thrusted into you, his hard cock slamming against your g-spot with every jolt of his hips. you were a moaning mess, your head lolling back as your back arched to meet daniel, taking every inch and curve of him inside of you. “such a pretty girl,” daniel growled, looking down at you with hungry eyes as he fucked into you, “so needy too.” a small laugh fell from daniel’s lips, making you whine.
“can’t help it–” you moaned, squeezing your eyes shut in pleasure as he thrusted into you with a new found intensity, “can’t help but be needy when you fuck me so good.” daniel laughed once more, seemingly enjoying the subtle praise that escaped your lips in a moment of utter neediness and arousal.
you beckoned for daniel to pick up the pace, wiggling below him as you arched your back up to meet his thrusts. daniel groaned above you, a smirk littering his face before he brought his large, calloused hands to your waist, holding you in place. you instantly gasped, shocked at daniel’s action. usually he would have no problem with such a thing – but this time was different.
“nuh, uh,” daniel tutted, “be patient, my sweet girl, then i’ll give you what you want.” he teased, his thrusts slowing just to egg you on and he knew it. “please, danny – harder.” you whined, the smirk still dancing on daniel’s lips. “yeah, baby, beg for me.”
daniel’s pace was resilient, his hips thrusting fiercely back and forth into you, filling the room with the playful prelude of sex. the sound of your elicit moans vibrated off the walls, the noise music to daniel’s ear.
when daniel’s fingers started to relentlessly bully your clit, the exclamations only got louder, your jaw laying slack as moans slipped out. three of his large digits circled around your reddened bud, his cock still burying itself into you at a deep and fast pace.
every thing started to blend as daniel fucked you dumb, his rapid thrusts and circling fingers creating a reaction that had you tightening around him. your stomach tied into a familiar knot, little oh fucks slipping past your lips as you grew closer and closer to your orgasm.
almost one cue, daniel finished inside of you, keeping up his sloppy thrusts as you joined him in an intense climax. with his hips still pushing in and out, daniel fucked him cum into you, tired pants falling from his lips.
“such a good girl,” the australian coed, leaning over to place a soft kiss on your temple as his cock slipped out of you. his cum drained from your cunt — a trophy that showed you were all his.
though the two of you were spent, this was only round one.
smutty mechanic daniel under the cut, as me and @thef1diary have been losing our minds and this.. just spiralled. expect a full-fledged fic of this sometime next month. and of course— minors dni.
“you have no idea what you do to me,” he pants into your ear, each word punctuated by his thrusts. “anyone could walk in here— watching me pound right into you, over someone else’s car. desperate and whining for me,” he teases you in a low whisper, fingers digging into the skin of your hips as he pulls you back to meet his movements.
a low chuckle escapes his lips at your reaction to his words. “you like that, don’t you? knowing you’re doing something so wrong out in public.. such a bad girl, letting me fuck you on some random car.. like you belong to me.”
his bare chest is glistening with sweat, pressed up against your back. the hairs on his chest rub against your soft skin and it just adds to the pleasure. “tell me how good i feel inside you, sweetheart,” he asks you, his voice is deep yet quiet; his accent stronger than ever. “don’t hold back. let them hear how much you need me.”
daniel’s grip tightened on you, calloused fingertips leaving imprints on your skin as he set his relentless pace. his movements were rough but calculated, each thrust with the intention of electing a reaction from you— moans that escape involuntarily, your body betraying your restraint. he leaned in even closer, lips brushing against your ear as he groaned your name.
“you’re so fucking tight,” he murmured with a smirk, his breathing shallow as he pushed deeper. “bent over this car like it’s your own.. like we’re at your place.. letting me have you any way i want.” his tone was filled with possession, almost as if claiming you in every sense of the word. “is this what you wanted, sweetheart? to be fucked and degraded where anyone could walk in? i’d love to call you my good girl,” he started, biting your earlobe— drawing another moan from you— before continuing. “but we know that’s far from the truth, hm?”
one of his hands moved from his hips to your lower back, pressing you down firmly in place as he continued to quicken his thrusts. his other hand slid up your front, rough fingers slowly dragging across your breasts and peaked nipples, before landing at its destination— your throat. his fingers slightly tightened around it, not too tight of course, but enough so there was slight pressure, which you enjoyed.
the pressure of his large hand around your throat went right to your core, and you felt how harshly it was throbbing. his fingers curled firmly, holding you steady by the throat and still pushing down on your back, and the pace became almost punishing. the weight of his body, the smell of motor oil mixed with the hint of cologne— it was overwhelming, and it made you dizzy with need.
the growl that escaped him sent shivers down your spine, and a whimper fell from your lips. “look at you,” he taunted, licking his lips as he admired the sight. “gasping and whining like you can’t get enough.. such pretty sounds coming from you. do you have any idea how fucking got you look right now? taking everything i give you..” he trailed off, grunting as he continued to fuck into you. “being so obedient for me, hm?”
summary: after waking up, you climb into a sleepy lewis hamilton’s lap. he might be half-asleep, but he’s aware of your needs, and helps you chase your release.
WARNINGS: 18+ content, thigh riding, morning sex, sleepy sex, light teasing, soft dom lewis hamilton.
w.c. 1.3k+
a/n: welcome to day 6. this event is bringing me all sorts of experiences, as this is my first time writing lewis. see you all next week for the next two fics. let me know your thoughts via reblog, comment or ask, i love hearing from you guys.
you wake up to the soft sound of lewis’ deep, steady breathing, the morning light filtering through the curtains casting a golden hue on the room. you stretch beside him, feeling the heat radiating from his body as he lay awake on his back, tattooed hand and arm draped lazily over his head.
there’s something about the quiet moments like these that make your heart race. the way his peaceful expression contrasts with the intensity of the man during the day— always pushing himself, always striving for more.
but this morning, you feel a different kind of need building inside you. you've always loved the warmth of lewis, the strength that seems to pulse just beneath the surface of his skin, even when he's at rest. and right now, in the hazy stillness of the morning, with your body craving something more, you can't resist the temptation to be closer.
you shift slightly in bed, propping yourself up on one elbow as you study his face, his features were softened due to his relaxed state. his lips were parted just enough to let his slow, rhythmic breaths escape, his eyes were fluttered closed, long eyelashes resting upon his skin. you bit your lip, the heat between your legs growing as you take in the sight of him.
quietly, you move yourself from laying with him to moving onto his body, positioning yourself so you're straddling his thigh. the movement stirs him just enough for his eyes to slowly open, his dark orbs staring down at you, flickering down to where your plush thighs captured his own. you took a deep breath before gulping, your heart racing as you pressed yourself down, the thin fabric of your underwear doing little to dull the sensation of his muscular thigh beneath you.
lewis shifts slightly, the movement sending a spark of pleasure through your core. his thigh tenses reflexively, which caused a gasp to escape from your mouth, biting your lip to hold back a moan. you noticed how the lazy smirk made its way onto his face and it was evident he did it on purpose. it worked though, it's all the encouragement you need. you roll your hips experimentally, dragging yourself against him, your breath hitching at the friction. even half-asleep, his body is attuned to you, responding in ways that drive you crazy.
he let out a low hum, his head turning slightly toward you, and his arm dropped from behind his head to rest on your hip, fingers pressing gently into your skin. it’s a simple gesture, but it's enough to let you know he's aware, letting you know he's with you, even if he's not fully awake.
"mm, what're you doin', sweetheart?" his voice is thick with sleep, gravelly and soft, but there's a hint of amusement there too. it reaffirmed that he wasn’t against this, which you had silently doubted.
you don't stop, your hips rolling again as you find a perfect rhythm— not too fast, but not too slow that it’s teasing— and the pressure against your clit sent shivers through your body. "needed you," you whisper, leaning down to brush your lips against his jawline. "you feel so good.." you told him, moaning against his warm skin when your clit pressed against his strong thigh just right.
he hummed again, his hand tightening slightly on your hip, now guiding you to ride his thigh, knowing just what you like. his thigh flexed again beneath you, giving you just the right amount of pressure, and you can't help another quiet moan that slips from your lips. even in this half-asleep state, he knows exactly what you need.
"keep goin', then," he murmured, voice still rough but laced with his own desire now. his grip on your waist grew firmer, his body enjoying waking up to the moment, to you. you had never been like this before, and it was a welcome change.
you quickened your pace, the slickness between your legs making it easy to glide against him. each movement sent a new wave of heat coursing through you, the building pleasure making your thighs tremble. you couldn’t stop the sting of whines that left you at how good it felt, the sensations starting to become a little too much. his hand slipped under your shirt, large palm splayed against the small of your back, continuing to guide you as he helped you chase your release.
the friction of his skin against your most sensitive spot was overwhelming, each roll of your hips bringing you closer to the edge that you so desperately desired. you pressed down harder, the pressure perfect as your pace grows more frantic; far from the steady pace you started with initially. your breath comes out in ragged gasps, and you can't focus on anything but the heat, the feeling of him beneath you, and the way he's letting you take what you need.
lewis’ other hand comes up, inked fingers brushing over your thigh, encouraging you without saying a word. his breathing had also changed, becoming heavier. you knew he was fully awake now, fully aware of the effect he's having on you.
"that's it," he murmured, his voice a low rumble which turned you on even further. "you're so close, aren't you love? barely been on my thigh for a few minutes and you’re already about to break,” he cooed, fingers squeezing your soft thigh, and his other hand gripped your hip tighter.
you nodded frantically in response, unable to form words as you continued to grind your hips desperately against him. you could feel the heat pooling low in your belly, the tightness building and building, the coil about to snap. it's almost unbearable. almost.
"come on, love," he whispered, his voice still husky from not being long awake. he moved to sit himself up straighter— the movement adding more friction, which you whimpered at— and moved himself so his lips were ghosting your ear. "take it, take what you need,” he told you lowly, kissing the spot just below your ear.
it’s all you needed to hear. with one final roll of your hips, you felt the tension snap, your release crashing over you in waves. your body shook, thighs trembling as you ground down against him, riding out the high. a breathless moan escaped you as you buried your face in the nape of his neck, your shaky hands gripping at his shoulders for support.
lewis’ hand rubbed soothing circles on your back, his calloused thumb traced lazy patterns on your skin as he let you come down from your high. he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering against your hair as your breathing had started to slow down to a more regular pace.
for a while, the only sound in the room was your inconsistent breathing, as the warmth of his body helped to ground you as you lay draped over him, completely spent.
"good morning to you, too," he chuckled softly, the vibration of his voice rumbling through his chest. you could feel the smile in his words, that familiar, easy confidence he always carries with him.
you lifted your head slightly to meet his gaze, your face flushed and hair tousled, but you couldn’t help but bashfully smile back at him. "sorry, I couldn't wait,” you whispered, as the shyness overtook you once more.
he grinned at you, his eyes still half-lidded with sleep, but filled with that spark you know all too well. "hey, no complaints here," he murmured, before he pulled you closer for a slow, lazy kiss which you happily reciprocated.
after pulling away, you lay rested against him, with his arms wrapped around you— you feel a sense of contentment settle over you. moments like these, when it was just the two of you, tangled up in each other, are the ones you cherished the most.
just a little blurby thing bc this man is a WHORE and apparently, so am i! the girlies were sending me this pic in a frenzy and bam: this was born (seriously, this pic has been up for like half an hour, this is a new record for me lmfao) what can i say, i was inspired.
warnings: 18+!! minors dni!! smut, oral (m receiving), sexy post race lando, taking pics during the deed hehe
approx. 500 words. short n sweet xoxo
lando was coated in a salty sheen of sweat, curls flopping messily over his forehead, nothing that couldn’t be fixed by a hand running through them. he raked his nails over his scalp, shuddering out a sigh, head falling back in utter bliss.
he’d been out of the car for about 15 minutes, and your mouth had been on him for the last five, swirling with a purpose around the head of his cock, your nails digging into the tanned skin of his upper thigh, sunkissed after two weeks of lounging around in nothing but his rather whoreish swimming shorts.
you moaned wetly around him, pads of your fingers brushing your soaked underwear. his neck flexed, teeth gritting as the vibration rattled through him, a sound of pure sex clawing from the back of his throat. he swiped blindly for something to grab a hold of, to steady himself, fingertips grazing the white and gold of his trophy. first place, shimmering, a winner.
lando’s eyes flew open, briefly watching how you bobbed your head up and down on him, your mascara coated lashes damp, eyes glazed and teary. he bucked his hips, unable to resist. you were a fucking picture.
a picture…
his phone had been thrown to the side as soon as you had fallen to your knees, long forgotten beside the trophy. lando grasped it between fingers that shook with pleasure and adrenaline.
“look at me angel, pose for me pretty girl.” lando rasped, aiming the camera at the woman on her knees all for him, worshipping him, celebrating him.
you looked up, fluttering your lashes, nose flush against the neat patch of hair above his cock, lips shiny red and coated.
you heard the shutter of the camera, taking him as deep down your throat as you could. he deserved this. he’d earned this.
you felt the pad of his thumb graze your cheek, the hand not holding the phone dragging you backwards and forwards on him. you were almost certainly dripping onto the floor.
your tongue gliding along his sensitive underside sent him over the edge, an incredulous grin adoring his devilish features. lando was the picture of sinful beauty as he came down your throat, waves and waves and waves of him trickling down your throat, out the corners of your swollen lips.
lando laughed breathlessly, stroking your cheek once more, a sign of affection and gratitude, his hands falling away. that same hand pawed at his trophy, holding it high, cradled against his bare chest.
you heard the shutter of his iphone once more, swallowing him down.
lando norris is the kind of guy that takes pictures with his trophy while his girl is on her knees.
he has two fingers fucking you open when he nonchalantly uploads the selfie to instagram. no one else will know that his mischievous grin isn’t just because of his second race win, but you will.
