Summary: No clue what love island is, you guys just asked for it.
@fernandoalonsofan11
At first, the whole paddock and more had been buzzing upon the news that Lando would be entering Love Island.
To think, their favourite F1 driver, would be shirtless on an island, in some villa, publicly showing his love life.
Someone who’d always been so private.
And then it had started, people watching eagerly, viewer counts hitting new records, as Lando sat in the chair for the first time, his torso bare, skin golden.
Girls were swooning just at the sight.
And some guys too. Oscar.
And then they saw you.
You were gorgeous and sweet and kind and Lando clearly saw that, immediately entranced.
Unlike the other participants, it hadn’t taken either of you very long to find each other and compete in the various challenges.
You’d watched participants come and go - Pierre and Kika, Alex and Lily, Max and Kelly - leaving just you and Lando, Charles and Alex, Carlos and Rebecca.
“It definitely didn’t take long to realise Y/N’s the one,” Lando said, grinning into the camera that stood in front of him.
“Funny, she said something like that too,” the interviewer laughed.
“She did, did she? At least I know she’s clocked it too then,” Lando shrugged.
Coming on this show had been one if Lando’s rogue decisions, but he wasn’t exactly against it,
“How’s time been with her, then?” the woman behind the camera moved on as Lando gave his signature, toothy smile.
“Honestly, best few weeks of my life,” he admitted.
“She’s something else, that chick is, and I can tell you for sure it ain’t in a bad way,”.
If anything, Lando just really loved seeing you in small dresses.
“Lando,” you giggled as he backed you against the wall, his hand splayed across your chest.
“What made you think it’d be a sweet little idea to wear this?” he ran a finger under the strap of your tiny black dress, tight and showing Lando everything he wanted to see.
“Mmmm, I dunno,” you said, acting innocent as he scoffed, lifting your legs round his waist.
You could see the taut muscles in his neck, his bare torso pressed to yours as he toyed with the waistband of your panties, snapping them against your skin as you gasped.
“You’re dirty, Y/N,” he said, pulling them down your legs as he kicked the door to the closet shut.
“Maybe I am- got an issue with that?” you asked.
Lando was quick to come back with a laugh, shaking his head.
“Not at all,”.
“Then hurry up and get me naked,”
“Someone’s in a rush,”
You huffed, about to whine but he spared you the noise, dipping his finger into your wetness.
It was almost embarrassing how wet you were, your folds slick and and easy to enter as he pushed his trousers down, his cock springing hard into his hand.
“You want it, hm?” Lando asked, toying with your clit, his finger pumping into your tight core as you nodded fervently.
“Poor thing,” Lando gave you a mock pout, curling his finger deep inside of you.
“C’mon,” Lando said, inching his cock inside of you.
He slid into you in one thrust, your folds embarrassingly wet.
Holy fuck.
You didn’t have time to react as Lando stretched through your velvet folds, the familiar, though not unwelcome bulge forming in your stomach.
A shiver went through your body as Lando adjusted you in his arms, angling his cock perfectly as he stabilised your body against the wall, moving slowly.
That was your favourite part of sex with Lando.
The first thrust inside of you, which he’d learned to know you loved, was heavenly.
Especially when he finally caught on, and started slowing it down, sliding in at a torturous pace.
“F-Fuck,” you’d choked out, as Lando held you up.
His fingers dug into the supple flesh of your thighs, the heat of the villa seeping against your bodies, a thin sheen of sweat lining his chest as he bounced you on his cock.
“Look at that,” Lando groaned, helping you ride him, your head falling back against the wall.
“Taking my cock like a damn good slut,”.
You were snapped out of your daze by Lando hooking a finger under your chin, his gaze locking in yours as his cock slammed into you.
“Is that what you are, hm? A little slut?” he sneered.
You opened your mouth to speak - to no avail, a moan replacing your words.
“Are you?” Lando slammed into you again, holding himself there as you moaned, scratching at his back.
“Yes!” you squealed, desperate for him to continue.
“Say the full thing,” Lando demanded, making you whine again, why couldn’t he just fuck you?
“I’m a slut, p-please,” you whined, immediately met by his cock slamming into you again.
“Say m-my name when you cum,” Lando choked out, his chin resting on your shoulder, warm breath splashing across your ear as the sound of Lando’s cock plunging into you echoing in the little closet.
“Such a good fucking slut,” Lando said, his thrusts becoming sloppy as his eyes rolled, some of his curls sticking to his forehead.
You could do nothing but whine incoherently.
The only thing on your lips was his name as your orgasm flooded through, his cum spilling down your thighs.
“We’re so winning this shit,” you mumbled, head on his shoulder as he let out a raspy chuckle, pressing a warm peck to your cheek, trailing open-mouthed kisses to your neck and shoulders.
what are our thoughts on “just the tip” + bbf!carlos? maybe you’re still a virgin at that point and carlos convinces you he won’t go all the way in, he won’t cum inside, it’s just so he can test to see how you feel—maybe he’s working on a project and he convinces the reader he needs something to destress. do we think carlos would gaslight you into thinking he didn’t just use you as a cum dump or would he just blame you and your greedy cunt? maybe both? 😵💫
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oh 🍓 nonnie, everytime i get an ask from you i always giggle because your ideas are ALWAYS so good.
as for this, GOD this is so bbf!carlos. hear me out. maybe it’s not him doing the project.. but her 👀 maybe she has a human biology project and for whatever reason, something about sex/orgasms/pleasure ect ect, and she speaks to carlos about it. he’s her good friend, and he’s very smart!!
and he convinces you that, well, actual demonstrations are better than just words!! and you’re nervous because.. you’ve never done anything like that. you’re scared, you’re worried. but carlos is cooing, cupping your face and whispering to you.
“ah princesa, it’ll be okay. just the tip.”
and you trust him. carlos doesn’t lie, carlos always helps you out.
and that’s how you end up on your bed, crying and whining as carlos’ thick shaft— i mean, tip— stretches you out as he fucks you.
his groans, moans and touches are delectable, and the pleasure helps distract you from the pain. this is all for research.. all for just that. nothing else. just carlos helping.
as for after he cums right inside your raw cunt? of course he’s gaslighting you. you tell him you feel sticky, something warm.. but he just laughs and tuts.
“cariño, remember our discussion about you getting wet? it’s just that, it’s okay.”
and of course you believe him. carlos just helped you with your project, getting first hand research. he didn’t just take your virginity for his sick pleasure, and fill you up with his cum. never.
You and Oscar stared at Lando, who was peeling his shirt off before anyone had even put any chips on the table.
Maybe Lando didn't understand the rules of poker after all...
Warnings: Not quite proofread I just needed to get it out of my drafts before people started bringing pitchforks to my house, some of this is insane, i'm warning you, brief poker jargon, fucking on a jet, oral sex, male and female recieving AND giving, canonically bisexual landoscar, a bit of a humiliation kink, strip poker turns dirty very quickly, bad dirty talk, cum, Lando is a TEASE and a WHORE, finger sucking (inspired by something someone actually did to me once)
“Lando why are you taking your shirt off?” Oscar frowned in confusion.
“This is strip poker. You bet your clothes, don't you?” he answered, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
You'd known Lando a long time, and he was a bit of a dim bulb (affectionate) sometimes.
Oscar you'd only met when he became Lando's teammate, but you got along like a house on fire, and despite you not knowing each other very well, one of your favourite bonding activities was making fun of Lando.
“Lando!” you laughed “that's not how it works. You bet your clothes but you only take them off if you lose”
He looked offended at the implication that he didn't already know that and tried to defend himself, but he had a slight tint of red quickly spreading over his cheeks.
“I knew that! I just think it's better to put my bets on the table is all...”
You and Oscar dissolved into a fit of giggles. “Okay whatever you say, it's not like you'd be keeping it on long anyway” you teased and winked at Oscar.
“Oh fuck off!” he gave you the middle finger before picking up his cards that Oscar had been dealing. “and since when do you play poker? You’ve never mentioned it to me...”
Oscar shrugged, picking up his own cards.
“You know what boarding school is like. There's nothing to do except play poker, and ... uhh...” he trailed off and you looked at him questioningly.
“Well, you know. It's boring” he said quickly, his cheeks going slightly pink as he avoided your gaze.
Lando narrowed his eyes at him. “Yeah, I do know what boarding school is like. But we never played poker”
“Okay what did you play then mister wise guy?” Oscar's tone was off, like he was trying to accuse Lando of something.
Lando's face went blank, and you could tell he was going through the options one by one, not wanting to say any of them out loud.
“I can't remember?” he tried.
Oscar scoffed in disbelief and you decided to intervene.
“Right, are we playing then?”
“Gladly” they both muttered in sync.
You weren't naive. You knew exactly what boys got up to in boarding schools.
You'd been to an all girls boarding school yourself, and had your fair share of... experiences.
But both of them seemed to be a bit embarrassed about theirs as they settled in their seats like big birds that had just gotten their feathers ruffled.
The game went just about as well as expected.
Lando ended up in his boxers after only 3 rounds, while you and Oscar hadn't taken a single item of clothing off.
His nipples pebbled in the cool conditioned air, and you could see goosebumps erupting all over his skin.
Your eyes scanned his thighs briefly and you gulped. They were thick, and he was in tight black boxers that really didn’t leave much to the imagination.
As enticing as the sight was, it didn't help your concentration.
Oscar was once again dealing cards, and you noticed him side-eyeing Lando a couple of times.
“Are you sure you're not cold, mate?”
Lando shivered but didn't relent in his stubbornness.
“No I'm fine. Besides, I am determined to beat at least one of you”
“You'll be fully naked long before that happens” Oscar chuckled but it sounded hollow.
You also forced out a laugh. Lando naked was the last thing you needed right now.
But with an ace and a jack in your hand, how could you possibly lose?
And you were right. Lando could go all in if he wanted to (and he did) but on the table were a king, a queen, and a ten. And he was a terrible bluffer, he was way too cocky.
Oscar had already folded so it was up to you to get Lando's pants off.
You put your cards down face up.
“Sorry mate, I've got a straight” you said in mock- sympathy. “Someone's getting naked and it ain't me”.
You smirked at him.
“Not so fast” Lando tutted at you and showed his cards.
He also had an ace and a jack.
But they were the same colour as the cards on the fucking table. All spades.
He had a royal fucking flush. The highest hand possible.
Oscar gasped softly.
“Well well well, looks like someone else is taking their shirt off!”
You felt your face heat up immediately.
You only had a T-shirt on.
As in, you only had a T-shirt on.
“Ummm...” you flushed and picked at the edge of the table. “about that...”
You looked at Oscar but quickly averted your gaze when your eyes met.
“What's the matter?” he asked curiously.
“let’s just say that if I take my shirt off, Lando won't be the only one with his tits out”
Comprehension dawned on their faces and they both went fully red.
It all became suddenly very real. It was all fun and games until one of had to actually do it.
“Uh- well you don't have to, you can uhh” Oscar stuttered his way through an excuse “you can take your pants off or- or something. Or like just not do it. It's just a game. No pressure to actually get naked”
You looked at Lando and he smirked.
“If you're not uncomfortable with it you can do it if you want. We're all adults here, we've all seen boobs before, no biggie”
You hesitated. “Oscar?”
“Yeah, yeah whatever you're comfortable with!” his voice was weirdly high pitched but he nodded reassuringly.
You worked up the courage and grabbed the bottom of you shirt, slowly lifting it up over your head.
When your vision became unobstructed again, Oscar was staring at a spot on the ceiling, and the Lando's smirk had been wiped clean off his face.
Despite being your best friend for a long time, he'd never seen you topless, even though (and he would never admit this out loud) he'd fantasized about it many times.
You could tell he was struggling to maintain eye contact with you, his eyes glazing over slightly.
You chuckled nervously.
“It's okay you can look. Like you said they're just tits, right?”
Oscar glanced at them quickly, then did a double take and his adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed thickly and looked away again.
Lando’s mouth opened as if he wanted to say something, but his words died in his throat as he also just stared unblinkingly.
It was objectively quite funny how you'd rendered them both utterly speechless.
After a good thirty seconds though, it started getting a bit too weird.
“Okay this is getting creepy now, do you want me to put my shirt back on?”
“No!” they answered wayyy too quickly. “Its fine we're just a bit surprised is all”
You rolled your eyes. “Okay horndogs, shall we get back to it, then?”
They nodded almost absentmindedly, and Lando dealt the cards.
“I'm now determined to get Lando naked to take some of the attention off of me, now” you joked lightly and the other two laughed.
The atmosphere became a bit less charged over the course of the next round, but Oscar was seemingly very much off his game suddenly, because he lost two in a row.
In the name of fairness, he took his pants off, and his black hoodie, so he was still left in a T-shirt that thankfully hid the raging boner he was currently trying to make go down with sheer force of will.
He had an almost naked Lando inches away on his right, and a magnificent pair of breasts in front of him.
How was he supposed to concentrate in these conditions? He was living a bisexual's wet dream.
But he was determined to win, so he dealt the cards.
Lando was getting a bit antsy. He was already pretty turned on by the sight of you, but now, he couldn't stop staring at Oscar's thighs.
They were so thick. He wanted to touch them. Maybe give them a lick and a bite.
His fingers twitched on his lap, where he was trying his best to hide the ever growing problem in his underwear, that was unfortunately not covered by a T-shirt.
But he wanted to touch Oscar's thighs. He wanted to feel the thick muscles under his large hands.
“You doing okay there, guys?” you asked.
The two men in front of you were unconsciously squirming in their seats, doing their best (and failing) to not check each other out.
“Yeah, i'll start at 200” Oscar said, taking a single chip from his enormous pile.
It wasn't his turn, but it didn't matter, none of you were truly focusing on the game right now.
“I'll go all in” Lando said, voice cracking.
Oscar sucked in a breath.
“You sure you want to do that? You've only got one chip left”
“Absolutely” the older man said defiantly, his eyes dark as he stared at you.
A shiver ran down your spine. He was going to lose, you could feel it. He was going to lose and he was going to get naked.
“I'll fold” you muttered.
It was all between Oscar and Lando, now.
“I guess it's all in then”
The atmosphere was tense once again as Lando showed his cards first.
Full house. There was no way Oscar hadn't been bluffing.
“I think you're gonna need to take your shirt off mate” he tried to sound cocky but it wasn't very convincing.
A slow smirk took over Oscar's features, and he grinned evilly at Lando.
He slapped his cards down, face up, and the colour drained from Lando's face.
“Four of a kind. Mate”
You glanced down at Lando's boxers.
There was a small wet patch forming at the front.
Looks like being humiliated was getting him going.
You decided to try and save his dignity, but you knew Oscar had also noticed, if the way he was currently looking at Lando like he wanted to eat him, was any indication.
“You don't have to Lando, if you don't want to”
But his mind seemed made up and he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers.
“No it's fine, a bet is bet” he was very red in the face, but true to his word he pulled his underwear off and let it drop to the floor under the table.
You didn't look. You swear you didn't look.
“You can look guys” Lando said, you could hear the cockiness dripping from his words. He knew what he looked like naked.
“Nope, I'm good” you replied. “Oscar?”
“Yeah, nah I'm good. Shall we keep going?” he asked you with a forced smile.
“Yep, deal the cards, then”
Oscar picked up the cards and Lando whined.
“Wait, I wanna keep playing too” he sounded so pathetic. It made your thighs clench together.
And Oscar noticed.
“Lando you don't have anything left to wager. What are you going to bet? Your skin?” he mocked, but Lando didn't miss a beat.
“I’ve got a mouth. And I don't have a gag reflex”
Your jaw dropped and Oscar choked on his spit.
“Jesus, Lando” you breathed.
But the silence that followed was deafening as everyone seemed to be thinking about it.
You looked at Oscar, who looked at Lando, who looked back at you defiantly.
Well, it seemed this game was taking a turn. But you weren't complaining, and neither was Oscar.
“okay” you and Oscar said at the same time.
He dealt the cards, and you had a particularly shit hand so you folded, almost dissapointed that you wouldn't be winning Lando's mouth.
Lando refused to fold, despite having a shit hand as well, so he lost, naturally.
“So uhh... you want to uhm-“ Oscar gestured vaguely in front of him.
You took pity on Oscar. “You going to put your mouth to good use?” you translated for him, and Lando nodded.
“Yup” he chirped, and promptly dropped under the table. He was so eager, you were starting to think he'd planned this all along, and was losing on purpose.
But no, he wasn't that manipulative.
You could barely see what was going on but Lando dragged Oscar's underwear down and groaned.
Then it was Oscar's turn to let out a pathetic little noise as Lando's head sank downwards.
“Lando, fuck-“ he squeezed his eyes shut, the sudden heat of Lando's mouth overwhelming him. “Your mouth, Jesus Christ”
The sight was quite erotic, Oscar fingers threading through Lando's hair as the obscene sounds sounds of his mouth working Oscar's cock filled the cabin.
Oscar looked down at him with a furrowed brow and his mouth open in shock, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
You certainly couldn't. Oscar had always seemed quite reserved to you, yet here he was, getting deepthroated by your friend, in front of you.
“God, yeah. Take it. Good boy” he lifted his hips to meet Lando's mouth and Lando moaned wantonly around him.
One of Lando's feet knocked into yours under the table, making you look down.
You gasped in shock. Not at how fucking round and peachy his ass looked, although that was worth noting, no, what turned your world on its axis was the fact that Lando was wearing socks.
The absolute whore.
Turns out he was that manipulative.
“Oscar!” You called, and he looked back up at you with lidded eyes.
“Yeah?”
“Lando's still wearing his fucking socks!”
His eyes widened and his jaw dropped as he looked down to where Lando's face was red and covered in drool and tears already.
“Lando...” he let out a shuddery moan “If you wanted us to treat you like a little slut, all you had to do was ask.” He cooed, stroking Lando's tears away.
The older man suddenly did something with his tongue that made Oscar throw his head back and tighten his hold in Lando's hair.
“Christ Lando, where did you lean to do that?” he panted, and Lando pulled off of him for a second to reply.
“Boarding school” he rasped, voice hoarse.
You and Oscar chuckled breathlessly. Of course, stupid question, really.
It didn't take Oscar very long to reach his end with how Lando was swallowing around him, throat tightening rythmically.
You were very wet. Rubbing your thighs together wasn't quite enough so you pulled down your own pants and underwear and slid a hand down your body.
The first touch sent a jolt of electricity through you. You spread your thighs, which caught Oscar's attention, and he gasped and unexpectedly came with a shout down Lando's throat.
Lando, the whore, swallowed every last drop.
His hair was a mess and he turned around, wondering what Oscar was staring so intently at.
The sight of your legs propped up on the table and your fingers pumping in and out of you as your cunt drooled onto the seat made his mouth go very dry.
He crawled over to you under the table and pulled your hand away.
His hungry gaze made your thighs clench, but his large hands came to hold them open as the flat of his tongue licked a long stripe up your soaked folds.
Your hands grabbed a hold of his hair, like Oscar had, and he closed his eyes in bliss.
“Pull it” Oscar said and you glanced at him before doing as he said.
You tugged sharply and the reaction was immediate.
The moan that came from Lando's mouth was downright pornographic, and you grinned, pushing his head down to where you were dripping onto the seat.
He wasted no time lapping up every drop and soon he slid a finger inside you, and then a second one, crooking them upwards and making you see stars.
Turns out Lando wasn't just good with his mouth, his hands were also a goddamn gift to humanity.
By the time you'd stopped shaking with the aftershocks of your orgasm, Oscar was hard again and languidly stroking himself at the sight of you.
Lando stood up, his back cracking after being hunched over for so long.
You properly took him in for the first time. His cock was big, bigger than you'd expected, and his thighs were covered in what you assumed was precum.
You instinctively wrapped a hand around him and swiped your thumb over his tip.
He hissed and batted your hand away.
“I want to see you two fuck” he said, as if that wasn't a totally insane thing to say.
You looked at Oscar, who didn't look opposed to the idea, then back up at Lando.
“What about you?”
He grinned at you mischievously.
“I'm going to watch. And then I'm going to come on those lovely tits of yours”
You blinked up at him and he bent down, sliding a hand under your jaw to tilt your head up.
He stopped, his lips almost brushing yours as he spoke.
“It does hurt a bit. But I really, really want to see my teammate fuck my best friend.” He hooked his thumb over your teeth to press on your tongue, opening up your mouth for him.
“And besides...” he continued “I like it when it hurts”
He pulled away, leaving you completely breathless and more soaked than you'd ever been in your life.
He helped you lie down on the table, and Oscar spread your legs, biting his lip at the sight of your slick covered thighs.
He slid himself through your folds, rubbing your clit and you whined pathetically.
He decided not to tease you too much, and slid home in one go, knocking the wind out of you.
You all moaned at the slick sounds coming from where you and Oscar were joined, and he quickly picked up the pace, his hips slapping against yours.
Lando may have been good with his mouth and hands, but my god, Oscar knew what to do with his hips. Your g-spot didn’t stand a chance.
His abs flexed with every expert roll of his hips, one of his hands planting itself next to your head to hold himself up, the other wrapping around one of your thighs to pull you back against his thrusts.
Whatever poker chips were left on the table were digging into your back but you could barely feel them, you were high on the feeling of Oscar splitting you open on his cock.
Lando couldn't help himself, he turned your head to the side and tapped your lips with his pointer finger.
“Open up, darling. I want to see what you look like with a mouth full of cock”
Yes the line was pretty cheesy, but you stuck your tongue out anyway, and he grinned as he slid his tip along it. He shuddered at the stimulation, and gave an experimental shallow thrust into your mouth.
“Such a good girl... like you were made for it weren't you? Getting stuffed full of us” his fingers danced along your collarbones and you shuddered at the touch.
“So responsive as well...” he looked at your breasts, heaving and bouncing with the force of Oscar's thrusts. He pinched a nipple harshly and you cried out, voice muffled by his cock. “Would you believe me if I told I've dreamt about these quite a bit...”
You rolled your eyes and gave him the middle finger, but he just grabbed your hand and stuck said finger in his mouth and sucked on it.
Heat bloomed in your cheeks at the lewd action, and then he put a second finger in his mouth and shoved them all the way back.
You were going to combust on the spot.
When he pulled his mouth off it with an obscene pop, he looked down at you condescendingly, your mouth still firmly wrapped around his leaking cock.
“Why don't you put those fingers to better use, and make yourself come with them”
You did as you were told and pressed them to your clit, rubbing very slow circles.
Oscar was losing his sanity watching the two of you interact. The bickering, and acting as if he wasn't there, was making him hornier than anything and his hips stuttered as he felt the beginnings of an orgasm creeping up on him.
“Oh come on” Lando drawled, picking up the pace of his own hips “You can do better than that”
You rubbed faster, matching the rythm of his thrusts, and very soon you were thrown over the edge of extasy, back arching and toes curling as you clenched around Oscar.
Lando desperately wanted to hear your pretty moans so he pulled out and finished himself off by hand, on your tits, as promised.
Oscar collapsed on top of you, groaning into your neck as his hips stuttered to a halt, and you could already feel his cum seeping out of you onto the table.
You panted into the now stifling air of the cabin, wondering how the hell you got to this point in your friendship.
Oscar lifted himself off you, and glanced at Lando's cum now smeared over the both of you.
He leaned down and licked a stripe up one of your breasts, over a nipple which made you gasp, and then pulled you in for a filthy kiss.
Fuck it was good. Oscar was a really good kisser apparently. The taste of Lando just added to the depravity of the scene.
Lando felt a tad jealous at that moment. He'd lusted over you for years, and he hadn't even kissed you yet.
You and Oscar parted for breath and you saw the look on Lando's face.
“Oh for god's sake, come here!” you made grabby hands at him and he gladly leant down, capturing your lips in a passion filled embrace, his hands going to cup your face as he deepened it.
The cleanup was a nightmare, but you couldn't walk off the plane naked and covered in cum, so you managed.
You did the best you could with bottles of water and some towels, before getting dressed again, just as the pilot announced he was beginning his descent.
“Well what did we learn today, kids?” you said cheerfully once the three of you were on solid ground “Boarding schools teach you very important life lessons, and Lando-“ you slapped his chest playfully “is much better at poker than he lets on!”
The three of you giggled like children, rolling your suitcases on the tarmac of Nice airport, not hearing the pilot mumbling to himself behind you.
“And I learned today that private jet cabins are no where near soundproof....”
You told yourself when you first signed the lease to the old, creaking house tucked on the edge of town. The realtor had been nervously smiling and stammered warnings. Rumors swirled around the property like the wind through its cracked windows—whispers of it being haunted. But rent was cheap, and you needed a place. Simple as that.
However, it didn’t take long before you started to feel him.
Ghost!Max, who watches as you unpack boxes, the air turning cold and heavy before invisible hands slide up your shirt, cupping your tits. You freeze, breath caught, as the faintest pressure circles your nipples before lightly pinching them. You let out a choked moan, staying still as your mind struggles to grasp if this was simply a fragment of your imagination or reality.
Ghost!Max, who finds you when you’re standing at the sink, mindlessly scrubbing dishes. The moment your focus drifts, phantom fingers brush your thighs earning a gasp from your lips as cool pressure presses against your cunt, rubbing slow circles over your panties until your knees nearly buckle.
Ghost!Max, who waits until you’re sprawled on the couch at night, lazily flipping through a book. The chill arrives first, raising goosebumps along your arms, before you feel it—two fingers curling inside your pussy, invisible but undeniable. You glance down instinctively, expecting to see clothes askew, skin bare, but everything looks normal. And yet… the sensation builds, thrusting slow and deep as your back arches, the book slipping to the floor as your gasps fill the empty room. He doesn’t stop until you cum in your panties, staining yet another pair.
Ghost!Max, who teases you in the shower, the mist surrounding you as cold hands wrap around your waist. You press your palms against the tiles, shivering and moaning as something thick nudges against your cunt, pushing into you inch by inch. The water does nothing to hide the chill of him or the way he fucks you—steady and unrelenting—until you’re crying out, your moans swallowed by the sound of the shower.
Ghost!Max, who joins you in bed after long days, pinning you to the mattress with a weight you can’t see but feel in every fiber of your body. He spreads your legs with ease, filling you completely, his thrusts slow and teasing until you’re begging to the empty space for more. He never relents, driving into you harder, deeper, the invisible grip on your thighs bruising as you’re pulled into wave after wave of pleasure.
Ghost!Max, who fingers you in the middle of the day when you least expect it—at the kitchen table, in the middle of folding laundry, or while you’re perched on the edge of the bed. Invisible hands spread your folds, cool fingers circling your clit until you’re trembling, legs spreading on instinct, desperate for more.
Ghost!Max, who possesses your body, forcing your hands to spread your pussy open and fuck yourself with every toy from your collection. Your body isn’t yours anymore—legs shaking, back arching as the thickest dildo stretches you wide, a relentless buzz against your clit making you sob. He doesn’t stop until your limbs give out, leaving you trembling and wrecked, just like a plaything he’s used up.
It doesn’t take long before you stop resisting him. Now you leave your legs spread when you sleep. You walk around the house naked. You finger yourself at the thought of him watching you, silently inviting him to take what he wants, whenever he wants.
You’re not afraid of ghosts—no you’ve started to crave him.
