request ౨ৎ i see jamal musiala is on ur list of footballers you write for now 👀👀👀… can we get a jamal x reader x michael fic PRETTY PLEASEEEE
content ⟢ slight angst at the start, can be imagined as a college!au, smut smut smut!!— threesome, olisiala kiss, unprotected sex, p in v, m!giving and receiving (handjob)
serenity says ໒꒱ i can't tell if i still got it when it comes to smut??? is this ass??? i lowkenuinely gave up halfway icl
"jamal's family r out. come over. the hot tub's finally working."
the text from michael is enough to drag you across the neighborhood in an oversized t-shirt and flip-flops, bikini underneath. the breeze outside is subtle, yet you wrap your towel around you tighter.
rap music spills from jamal's backyard as you approach the gate. carti, obviously.
your sandals crunch against grass and sticks on the way over. the noise must've announced your arrival, because a familiar voice calls out your name— "about time. get in already!"
"i just got here, be patient!"
it’s jamal, looking behind him expectantly, and once you appear from the shadows, his smile widens. michael offers a small wave.
jamal and michael are already in the water, leaned back against the edge of the hot tub with red solo cups beside them. in the middle, an empty space in between waits for you.
michael glances up, curiously. "that the swimsuit?"
"obviously not." you snort, "you want me to walk over here with just a bikini on?" tugging the oversized shirt over your head, you toss it onto one of the chairs nearby. you catch the stares from them both as you do, but keep it to yourself.
"i wouldn’t mind, honestly."
"shut up. is it hot enough?"
jamal laughs, "it’s perfect," and reaches for your hand while you step down into the water. heat wraps around your legs instantly, easing the chill from your skin.
"okay," you sigh, sinking deeper. "yeah. i needed this."
you settle between them, their knees brushing against yours, the contact going ignored.
michael goes silent for a second after you sigh. across from you, jamal clears his throat, before reaching over to take another sip from his cup. you raise an eyebrow. neither of them meets your gaze, simply picking back up where they left off.
sometime this summer, jamal and michael started acting weird. which says a lot, because they’ve always been weird. but this was different. when did things get so awkward?
the conversation drifts away from whatever basketball stuff they were hung up on. now, the three of you are past the point of small talk, opting to go straight into whatever needs to be said. jamal mentions joining a chess club, michael says his french tutor suggested duolingo to help retain what he's learned. he hates owls now, apparently.
you tune the rest of their words out, letting the jets hum against your back.
you don't have much to say tonight. everything's been heavy on your mind, and here, there's no need to think. just carti, warm water bubbling around you, and the peace jamal and michael give to you without a word. even if they're acting unusual.
michael shifts beside you, resting his arm along the edge of the tub. "and what about you?" he says, calm voice pulling you back in.
you blink at him. "…me?"
"who else?" jamal deadpans. suddenly, his arm comes to rest around you, hand splayed near your collarbone, as if that'll help you focus on them. you look back up to see michael, staring at jamal's arm. he says nothing, like it's normal, like it belongs, and you can't help but wonder what the fuck is happening.
still, you continue. "i dunno," you say, shrugging. "same as always."
"that's a cop out."
"it's still an answer,"
neither of them pushes after. they never really do— not when it comes to you, anyway. somewhere along the line, jamal and michael had figured out that pressing too much only pushes you away. so now they wait instead, patient in a way that sometimes feels gentler than you deserve. the water shifts as you move your foot, the surface rippling gently until it fades.
"i've just been tired," you admit, feeling worn down at the edges. "that's all." michael doesn’t answer immediately. his gaze drops briefly to the water, then back up at you.
"well," he says, even quieter now, "that’s why we’re here, yeah?"
"yeah," jamal agrees, softly, squeezing your shoulder. "talk to us."
carti still plays faintly through the speaker somewhere behind you, but even that begins fading into the background once both of their attention settles fully. you exhale slowly, considering to brush the conversation off entirely. you could give them another vague answer. you could let the moment pass, as always.
but tonight, something in you yearns for more.
"what if we didn't talk?" you murmur eventually, "what if we just..."
the sentence trails off into the warm air. jamal's brows frown immediately, confusion painted all over him before he looks toward michael like maybe he missed the obvious. michael only watches, his signature blank stare curious.
slowly, your forearm rises from the water, droplets sliding down your skin as you let your hand settle around jamal's wrist.
his skin is warm, burning, even.
“what if we helped each other forget whatever’s bothering us?”
the shift in the atmosphere is immediate once they understand what you're asking for. jamal goes completely still beneath your touch, the flush on his cheeks deepening. across from him, michael's stare sharpens almost instantly, his eyes dropping briefly to your mouth before looking back up again like he caught himself.
you smirk. they're already wrapped around your finger.
"whatever’s bothering you, you mean." jamal corrects.
"does it matter?" it doesn’t.
michael moves closer to you and jamal, pulling your hand away from his wrist. "d’you know what you’re asking for?"
his question should probably make you rethink your choices. it doesn't. you don't think, you don't question. you just do.
"i’m sure."
jamal and michael look back up at each other, holding each other’s gaze. they may as well be telepathic— holding a whole conversation in silence, all while you watch. usually, it's subtle enough for you to ignore. a small check in, an understanding through a shift in expression.
after a moment, michael gives the faintest nod.
and judging by the way jamal's eyes darken afterward, they've decided exactly how they’re going to help you forget.
you're so thankful jamal’s parents aren’t here to catch you all in this position— tangled together, while michael’s playlist transitions into a pnd track.
but he’s not enough to muffle the sound of your moans.
you’re sat in michael’s lap, tight walls squeezing and fluttering around his cock, as he thrusts up into you. the warm water in the tub sloshes around with each harsh movement, with such force it splashes onto the grass.
"y’like that?" jamal asks into your ear. "you want michael to go faster?
you whine, sputtering to respond, but the tip of michael’s cock hits a spot so deep you gasp for air instead.
"answer him," michael says, gruffly. a slap lands on your ass, only yelping in response. jamal chuckles behind you, mouth curving up. you try to nod, barely able to let out the "yes, right there!" inside of you.
but jamal only tsks at your attempt. "gotta try harder than that, baby."
one of michael's hands rests on your hips, guiding you along the motions. the other is occupied with something— someone else. in the chaos of it all, he reaches for jamal, sandwiched right next to him.
jamal feels a set of fingers wrap around his shaft, before he can even continue grilling you for a proper response, he groans, as michael flicks his wrist up and down. "s-shit—" he shivers in his wet palm. "you’re leading in assists here, man."
"it’s what i do."
jamal closes the distance between them, connecting their lips together as michael strokes him harder. as you watch as their lips move in sync, you have a feeling this isn’t their first kiss. michael’s thumb works its way up to the slit, teasing the hole. “just like that, oh god— michael!”
"touch me," is whispered between them next. jamal moves first.
jamal’s fingers trail up michael’s abs, to neck, his cheek, and finally threads through his locs. he allows the tug from jamal, even if he’s a bit sensitive from his retwist, sending a shock into his cock that he welcomes, twitching inside of you.
despite their shared kiss, you’re not forgotten by either for a second. somehow michael still maintains his rhythm, hips jerking forward with no end in sight, you arch into him, into the pleasure— because there’s nowhere else to run.
finally, michael and jamal pull away.
jamal doesn't get away easy, with michael biting his lower lip, tugging until he lets go. jamal leans back, eyes squeezed tight, mouth dropped open, like he’s bracing for something.
then you realize— he’s about to cum.
you pull jamal back down to your lips now, gasp muffled by your mouth. then slowly, his body goes slack as he melts into the kiss. you learn that jamal cannot keep his hands to himself. not as a friend or fuck buddy. you feel your nipple get twisted and pinched, fingers trembling as he tries to hold himself off from cumming right then and there.
"you're so p-pretty." he stutters, "we're so lucky."
a hand, your mind so foggy you can't tell who it is, presses down your clit, rubbing it in slow circles. it might not be fast, but it’s still too much— paired with the way michael doesn't let up, how jamal leans to capture your nipple in his mouth— you can’t even breathe.
your toes curl, and you feel the build up in your abdomen. "i-i’m gonna! i’m gonna cum!" you cry out, eyes rolling back. michael hisses at the feeling of your pussy clamping down on him— "yeah? you two gonna cum f’me?"
"fuck, yes. d— don’t stop, mikey." jamal begs. while michael tightens his grip, lip bit as he tries to concentrate on you both. michael leans over to catch the skin of jamal's neck and bites down hard.
it sends jamal over the edge, whimpering as michael tugs the last ropes of cum out of jamal’s cock. you marvel at the sight of it all, how jamal looks so pathetically cute, and how michael’s too good at this for his own good.
you don’t stare for long, because of your own orgasm ripping through as you cry out into the night.
you feel michael's balls tighten against you, putting the last of his strength into the thrusts. you can’t help both names tearing from your throat. "take it," he says, voice rough, "fuckin’ take it."
with one last thrust, he grinds against the plush of your ass, letting you milk every drop from him.
there’s peace in the backyard again.
jamal’s half collapsed against michael’s shoulder, your forehead resting against his chest. it rises with each steady breath he takes, all while your eyes trail each one of his tattoos. the butterfly on his shoulder is your favorite. riley from the boondocks on his upper arm is a close second.
between the lingering heat clinging to the three of you and the steam still curling from the water, the air feels thick. you don't let yourself wonder about next semester or what this means for the three of you. just be, you think. let it all go.
then suddenly, jamal cusses under his breath. "shit," lifting his head slightly, "the neighbors definitely heard."
a laugh threatens to escape you as all three of you glance at each other, while a slow smirk spreads across michael's face.
"let’s hope they enjoyed the show."
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i just know for a fact oscar piastri has a spit kink. if you’re willing to explore that idea i’d be very happy to read it
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about the reading: you discover oscars spit kink in a very interesting way. and maybe you couldn't really argue with it. the way oscar does it is just way too hot.
cards contained in this reading: oscar piastri x fem!reader, 1,5k words, spit kink, smutish and dirty, mean!oscar, bratty reader
a/n: thank you sooo much!! i really really like how this turned out and hope you do too!😫 thank you for the request!!!
one wouldn’t even realise how drunk oscar could get when he liked to celebrate. you would have never pegged him for someone who liked get so drunk, to the point his words slurred and his eyes were glassy. blurred vision enough for unsteady steps and uncoordinated dancing. he could be the funniest drunk mess you‘ve ever seen.
winning the miami grand prix you went out for a few drinks with other drivers. a few drinks turned into stumbling into a club and leaving at five am. oscar is usually clingy when he gets drunk. his hands always on you. arm around your waist pulling you closer to his broad chest while you danced. brief neck kisses, or holding your hand wherever you went.
tonight, something had been different though. you couldn’t really point out what it was. but oscar gave you a run for your money. hands sliding up to cup your boobs over your dress possessively. pulling you on his lap when you were talking to other drivers, hand around your neck when he pulled you into a kiss. oscar had been beyond territorial today and he let everyone see that you were undoubtedly his.
the sky began to fall into a light blue haze when the morning started to wake up the city slowly. his arm around your shoulder as you walked back to the hotel and into the elevator. you leaned back against the elevators mirror looking up at him with an amused smirk. he looked so wasted, his brown eyes heavy drunk on you.
“you’re so gorgeous“ he murmured, hand cupping the back of your neck, pulling you close enough so you could smell his cologne and a slight bit of sweat. even his sweat made you so dizzy. you knew you were hooked for him ever since. you grinned at him amused, eyes dropping to his lips. “and you’re so drunk…“
oscar and you sure as hell had been always open about your needs. you could also talk about it without shame. point is you were able to talk about it. however there was not much talking when his low voice had commanded you something that little did you know has been swirling in his mind for way too long. horny gaze fixated on you when he dragged those words out just coherent enough for you to know what he wants.
“open,“ one single word, one single demand and you had no other choice than to obey. parting those rosy lips, his other hand that wasn’t on your neck grabbed your chin to hold you in place. in the next moment he would spit in your mouth, letting drool connect you two for the briefest moment before he licked his lips and smirked “now swallow like a good girl.“
your eyes widened briefly but you swallowed. letting him close your mouth again with a claiming thumb rubbing your lips apart just the briefest and dirtiest bit, it sent an aching pulse straight to your core. you were left awestruck when he left the elevator the moment it made a small ding and opened the doors to your floor. you just stared at him for a long moment. and you are sure you would have been left in the small space if he didn’t pull you along. thats how frozen you were in the moment.
looking back at you for a second oscar just laughed amused. oh yes, he was enjoying having you flustered by his touches and words. it became more rare since there wasn‘t much you two haven’t explored at least one time until now. but fuck… that was unexpected.
in that sudden pause, time tripped over itself. your breath caught, heat blooming in your chest like a spark catching flame. you felt like he awakened something so unhinged in you, that you really didn’t know where to put it. the determined oscar that just went and took what he wanted was your favourite. the taste of him lingered—bittersweet, dizzying. so speechless you almost felt dumbfounded. yes, you had a big mouth. to a degree as oscar seemed to learn.
but you didn’t felt the least disgusted. no. it was soo hot, you felt your cheeks heat up so much it couldn’t be from the alcohol. and as nonchalant as oscar likes to be he just didn’t even acknowledged how flustered you have gotten. brushing of his shoes and leaving them by the door he threw himself on the bed.
“fuck… i’m really drunk,“ he chuckled looking up at the ceiling of the hotel room. and that was all he said before he fell asleep. leaving you standing by the bed for a moment. you couldn’t find your voice but you didn‘t need to anyways. he was already passed out so you decided to just lie next to him.
you knew oscar liked to be adventurous in bed. he liked to take charge and he liked show dominance when it was only you two. never letting on about that in your daily life when you liked to lead the relationship and tell him where to go.
but one thing not many people knew was that oscar was possessive. he got jealous easily and felt like he needed to remind you whenever you seemed to forgot you are his. just when he spat in your mouth moments before. which you still had troubles processing by the way.
…
a few days passed and oscar and you have been back home in monaco. he didn’t say anything about that night and you haven’t brought it up as well. it just didn’t become a topic. it was almost like it didn’t happen. almost. you were replaying the memory more often than it was probably healthy too and it didn‘t help that you were acting more bratty about it without saying a thing.
and oscar was patient. he let you talk back to him in the morning before you two left the apartment. he let you be moody while walking through the city because you were hot or because you were hungry which was of course his fault. but when you felt like giggling around lando at dinner that night he has had enough. lando wasn‘t that funny and his new hair cut possibly couldn’t look that good.
you noticed your boyfriends disapprovement of course. the drive home was dead silent while you tried to joke your way out of it. but there was no getting out of it anymore. you earned a glare from him that let you know that you were soo in trouble.
and soo wet. yes you liked to rile oscar up. guilty (not). it always led to the hottest dominant sex with oscar.
“kneel“ he ordered once he shoved you inside your shared bedroom at home. but you only crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow at him. just as you wanted to talk back yet again, he wasn’t having it. you had already played all your cards today. “i swear to god don‘t test me. i said, on your knees.“
the tone left no room for arguments and you felt your cheeks flush. you knelt down, hands on your thighs, palms facing the ceiling. the obedient pose made him smirk immediately. he didnt say anything for a long moment, walking up behind you. oscars fingertips massaged your scalp for the briefest moment before he wrapped your hair around his wrist. tilting your head back so you can look at him. look at who’s in charge right now. brown eyes dominant showing you he had no more in himself to tolerate your bullshit. it took a lot for oscar to come to this point. but you managed to make it happen everytime.
“since you like to be a brat so much i think i might should remind you who you belong to,“ he said lowly, other hand cupping your chin in an assertive way “open.”
and there it was again. and you actually got excited because you knew what was about to follow. biting your lip briefly he smirked. he knew exactly how much you liked it. it was the small gesture that gave you away. so you let him open your mouth, leaning in just enough to spit past your lips and right down your throat.
you swallowed instinctively, eyes fixed on that handsome face that held so much power over you. throat working as he watched how greedily you swallowed his spit. like a good fucking girl.
“say thank you“ he insisted, thumb rubbing your lower lip. and who where you to not listen. not only did he think you were his good girl, you wanted to be his good girl. after all, no one could make your heart jump and pussy throb like the very man who spat in your mouth. “thank you”
your voice was barely above a whisper but you didn’t care. a pink tinge decorating your cheeks that earned a satisfied hum from him. “so obedient when on your knees. remember this the next time, pretty girl.“ he said, sliding his hand out of your hair. “now get on the bed. i‘m not done with you“
↳ A/N Happy Vegas Race Weekend! I pulled this bad boy out of the vault and dusted it off...heavily because wow this is old and needed serious editing. Hope you all think it's worth it!! It's literally 12k words of straight smut...
↳ Summary: The weekend of the Las Vegas Grand Prix is always quite the spectacle. Incomparable, however, to the spectacle that occurs in George's hotel room after the celebrations.
↳ Pairings: George Russell x Fem!Reader (NO use of y/n)
↳ Word Count: 12.5k
↳ Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, alcohol consumption, thigh riding, vaginal sex, anal sex (and very brief descriptions of prep, but definitely a bit more fictitious than realistic), oral sex (m and f receiving), rimming (f receiving), edging, degradation (use of 'slut' and 'whore'), choking, hair pulling, restraining, bondage, spanking, use of 'sir', use of a vibrator, major dirty talk, mention of a safe word, exhibitionism, crying from pleasure, being far too noisy late at night in a hotel room...
Contrasting the neon lights that filled the Las Vegas Strip, George’s all black outfit was the thing that drew your eye since the beginning of the evening. There was something about the desert air that made the hours after the late-night race feel like it was still merely afternoon; everyone rowdy and lively and forgoing sensible rest for the sake of good nightlife. You, of course, were there as his plus one and dressed in a short black dress that mirrored his slacks and button up effortlessly.
But by no means were you the main attraction at the afterparty and in fact, most attendees didn’t even pay you a second glance. That was just fine with you; it made your short weekend getaway more leisure than business—although you were only there to support George, to watch the other club-goers fawn all over him and praise his impressive race and his podium finish. You never minded when people would bathe him in attention—you weren’t insecure enough to let it burn like jealousy within you—as you knew he only had eyes for you by the end of the night.
It allowed you to watch him from a distance, leaning against the bar with a drink in hand and his open tab with your name on it, taking in his simple but elegant attire under the flashing neon lights of the club. The music was invasive and the pulse of it thudded through your veins and danced in tandem with the alcohol you sipped. All you could focus on was him.
You licked your lips slowly as your heart nearly ached in your chest with displeasure of how far away George was from you. You wanted him beside you. You wanted to get your hands on him.
He looked so professional as he spoke to the small group of people with him, his eyebrows narrowed in concentration and his head nodding in understanding here and there, one hand in the pocket of his slacks like he didn’t know the simple power he held over you. It was a club in Las Vegas of all places and yet he carried himself like he was at a gala. You had been physically holding yourself back all night.
All you could think about was that expensive king size bed with floor to ceiling views of the Strip that was waiting for you. Furtrated, you sighed heavily and downed the rest of your drink.
You pushed away from the bar and walked through the bombardment of neon strobe lights and drunken strangers to join George and the few people with which he spoke. George’s hand looked so large around the slender cold glass and you couldn’t stop yourself from staring at how he held it so carefully, so gently, following it right up to his mouth and the way his lips wrapped around the thin black straw. Your hand tightened on his bicep habitually and he spared you only half a glance before turning his attention back to the strangers.
It was unclear how much time had passed, how long you had faced conversations with strangers over the thudding music or danced amongst the sweaty crowd. George was never more than an arm’s length away but it was clear he was preoccupied, busy basking in the high of the incredible race and the attention from everyone around as a result of it. Sometimes it was hard to share him with the world.
Eventually, his hand found the small of your back and he leaned in to ask you, “Think you want to leave soon, sweetheart?”
He smelt so good and he stood so close and spoke your favourite pet name in that gentle voice of his, raspy only slightly from the excitement of the night so far, and you swore your knees were about to go weak. You wanted him bad. It was this hot craving in the pit of your stomach—and right down between your legs—and you swore that if you weren’t surrounded by people, you would have thrown caution to the wind and fucked him in the middle of the club right then and there.
But you had standards and so you let him take you upstairs to your hotel suite.
Honestly, you had never seen this man less focused on the hypothetical concept of getting laid than that night. The entire elevator ride he was simply talking about the most boring mechanical parts of the race and what changes they had made to the car that had paid off and the whole walk down the hallway he was almost two steps behind you, yammering on about something or another.
Once you reached your hotel room door, you stopped in your tracks and turned to face him and he nearly fell right into you at the sudden stop. You wrapped his tie around your hand and yanked him closer with a sultry little smile, speaking to his face quietly, “Can you shut up about downforce and just fuck me already?”
George’s momentarily confused expression melted quickly into a lustful little giddy grin, “Oh.”
You bit back your smile and his hands went to your waist to tug your body right up against his. He was standing so close to you that his lips brushed yours tauntingly and you could smell the light alcohol on his breath and the dots of his fading cologne on his collar.
His once excitable voice almost instantly dropped deeper as he spoke to your lips in a whisper only for you to hear, “Wouldn’t dream to say no to that, darling.”
George pulled the hotel room key card from his pants pocket and didn’t take his eyes off you as he reached past you towards the door and tried to swipe it smoothly. It fell to the carpeted floor.
“Bollocks,” he huffed.
You giggled lightly and let him pick it up, making sure he stayed close as your index finger linked in one of his belt loops. George stood again and swiped the keycard once more, only earning a little red light from the mechanism in reply.
“Piece of—”
“George,” you laughed softly and pulled the keycard from his hand, “gimme that, for fucks sake.”
With it flipped the opposite way and swiped once more by your hand, the lock clicked and you turned the handle and shoved the door open. George just smiled cockily at you and nudged you inside.
“Get in there.”
He followed after you quickly and as you stepped over the threshold onto the marble entryway of your shared hotel room, your black heels clicked loudly against the shiny floor. The door closed behind you with a slam and right away, you were grabbing onto his tie again to pull him towards you until he had you pressed right up against the wall. The anticipation was electric as his body pressed you to the wall but his lips hovered only millimetres away from yours, his beautiful blue eyes appearing dark in the unilluminated hotel room.
But you were finally able to get your hands on him and you dropped his tie in exchange for the fabric of his dress shirt under your fingers as you slid your hands up his chest and along his shoulders and up the sides of his neck into the back of his hair. Touching what was yours. George groaned lowly, licking his lips tauntingly, his hands grabbing onto your waist to pin you back completely against the wallpapered entryway. He was nearly breathing into your mouth and you let him, savouring every atom that was his, every inch of his existence, and you tried to impatiently pull his lips on yours.
He nipped at your bottom lip and then slid his hand up your torso to wrap his fingers around your throat, pulling you in himself to finally lock your lips together in a deep kiss. You nearly shuttered at his kiss, gripping onto his shirt greedily as your legs quivered at only the first touch. It was a wave of relief after holding yourself back and working yourself up all night and your fingers tugged at the back of his dress shirt as if to plead him closer. It still wasn’t enough.
George parted your lips with his own and tilted his head to kiss you deeper, locking your lips with his. You swore you were going weak in the knees already, whimpering eagerly into his kiss as you turned his slow lingering kisses into faster and sloppier ones and your hips pushed forwards against his body.
“This what you wanted?” George asked between kisses, trying to keep up with your desperate rush, sloppy wet smacks of lips easily filling the hotel room entryway.
“Mhm,” you moaned in agreement into his mouth, already trying for a tease of your tongue against his.
He pushed you back by your throat just a breath away and you habitually opened up for him so he could spit in your mouth before chasing it with his tongue and lips. You moaned loudly as if his filthy kiss was pure erotic pleasure itself and you tugged at his shirt to beg him impossibly closer, linking your leg around his to try and find some friction up your dress.
George sucked on your tongue as he pulled back from you and you giggled excitedly as you fell after him away from the wall. His large hands moved to the back of your dress and gave your ass a smack before he was grabbing your wrist and pulling you after him. He led you farther into the hotel room, past the bathroom and mini bar and the bed and turned to drop himself down on the chaise lounge by the floor to ceiling windows, leaving you to follow and end up on his lap.
Despite the fact that you hadn’t turned any lights on when you entered the room, you managed to be illuminated enough by the blinding neon lights of the Las Vegas Strip, the floodlights of the circuit already being disassembled, and the city sixty floors below. It spanned the desert for miles beyond or so it felt like from so high up. It was a bustling city full of nightlife but it felt so private up there in your modest hotel room.
George’s arms wrapped around your waist and slid up your back and down again before grabbing your hips to pull you close. You were kneeling on the cream lounge seat on either side of his lap, straddling him, facing the bright lights of Las Vegas. He looked so good painted in the neon lights and nighttime shadows that streamed in through the large paned windows behind him and your hands grabbed his face to pull his lips stronger against yours.
“You’re so sexy,” you mumbled into his kiss. “I love you in these outfits. Just makes me wanna rip them right off you.”
“You gotta learn to control yourself, darling,” George tisked teasingly as he loosened his tie as he kept his eyes on your face.
“There’s something about you in this city that makes me horny,” you admitted breathily, entranced at the way he untied the black tie from his neck and pulled it out from under his collar, “Can’t blame me for that. All these lights and yet you’re the one that’s absolutely glowing the most. Can’t take my eyes off you.”
“And it better stay that way. Gimme your hands.”
“Yes, sir,” you answered with a smile and offered out your wrists to him.
George wrapped his tie around them and tied a snug knot to keep your hands bound and then he draped your arms around his neck. You leaned in happily to kiss his lips, letting him lead with the teasing of his tongue against yours as his hands pushed up the hem of your dress just enough so that you were sitting on his lap with less fabric between you. You were both still fully dressed, shoes and all, and George shifted you to straddle only one of his legs.
He guided your hips back and forth slowly on his thigh, speaking into your mouth lowly as his lips ghosted yours, “Show me how horny you are…how much you wanted me all night.”
“Don’t you wanna fuck me properly?” you retorted.
“We have all night for that,” George pushed right back with a cock of his brow.
Defeated, you huffed and let him swallow up your woes with his lips and tongue once more and he pulled you after him as he slouched back against the arm of the lounge. He looked cocky like that, bathed in neon lights and draped out underneath you. You were nearly drooling for him, hands locked around his neck and legs straddling his right thigh still tucked in those dress slacks you had been admiring on him all night.
You were staring at each other like that among colourful lights and shadows, chest to chest, at that perfect angle that made even the slightest motion of your hips feel like shockwaves up your spine. Your clit was throbbing for touch since at least the after party and only worse since you had finally returned to the privacy of your room. Your salacious thoughts felt less weighty when you were not in public.
Here, with George finally underneath you and at your disposal, the relief felt too good. You didn’t care how pathetic you looked as you ground yourself on his thigh, not even bothering to work yourself up slowly as the pleasure tore right up into your pussy and you craved more of the friction. Your thin panties were proving to be a hassle as they made it much more difficult to feel him properly as they simply moved and worked against you.
“Fuck.” you exhaled deeply, slumping your forehead gently against George’s as you pulled yourself back and forth on his thigh the best you could. Your knees were tucked up on the edge of the cream chaise lounge with your black heels still clinging onto your sore feet and the awkward angle of it all was just making you frustrated.
His hands on your waist to guide you, George watched as you tried your best to grind yourself on his lap. He chuckled lowly, “Having trouble, baby? Come here.”
You let him reach up under your dress and he nudged you to raise up on your knees a little so he could pull down your panties. Sighing with thankful relief, you helped to shimmy them off with your hands still locked around his neck and the underwear was dropped to the floor. George readjusted you to sit straight up on his thigh, now holding your bound wrists in one fist, holding tight to the fabric of his tie.
Right away, fueled by desire, you started to grind on his thigh, literally withering audibly at the warm tight friction of his slacks under your now bare pussy. George licked his lips at the sight of you so hungry on his lap, staring up at your expression and how it was melting so easily into pleasant bliss. He held your hands in place to prevent you from touching him and to make you show him how much you craved him with only your hips.
“Good girl…look at that face,” George praised lowly, “You almost look like you’re gonna cum already.”
“I want you so bad,” you breathed, rolling your hips on his thigh faster, messier, desperate for more. The friction was nice but you craved to touch his body too, wanting to feel him in as many places as possible.
You knew you were only getting wetter and that only made you want it more and you let out a small moan as you rocked your hips more insistently on his thigh. It made you feel warm all over, flushed with pleasure and desire, and when George raised his other hand up to wrap around your throat again, you let your head fall back and eyes flutter closed with a sweet moan.
“Yes.”
“Just a little Vegas whore, aren’t you?” George spoke lustfully up at you, “Humping my leg like this in your tight little fucking dress…might as well have just picked you up off the side of The Strip.”
“Shit, please, sir,” you whined softly, always falling into mush at the filth that he could speak, “I’m so wet.”
“Yeah, I know, you’re soaking my thigh.” George answered smoothly. He let go of your tied hands and nudged them up, “Behind your head.”
You did as instructed, just wanting to give him what he wanted so maybe you could get what you wanted in return. George’s right hand—now free from holding your wrists—pushed up the bottom of your dress so he could watch you ride his thigh, already smearing glistening wetness over the black fabric of his pants just as he had said you were.
“How hard do you want to be fucked tonight?” he asked you casually, as if watching you grind your bare pussy on his thigh wasn’t an unfamiliar occurrence.
“Until I can’t walk,” you answered breathily.
“Mhm?” George encouraged you on, slapping your inner thigh as he watched the fabric of his pants grow wetter and wetter and he grabbed your hip with a simple demand, “Faster.”
Hands behind your head and kneeling over him at an awkward angle, it wasn’t the easiest feat to get too aggressive with your grinding and as you tried to follow his order, you found yourself getting frustrated.
George kept you talking through it, “Think you deserve that?”
“Yeah,” you said, “I was so good for you. Just wanna feel you all over me now…wanna feel you inside me…filling me as much as you can. I want you so bad. I need you.”
“Mhm?” George mocked as he shifted his hand around your throat so he could slip his thumb in your mouth for you to suck on, “You want your sweet little holes to be stretched by my cock?”
“Mmm…mhm.” you groaned around his thumb in your mouth, drooling a bit of spit down his hand at his offer, still grinding down on this thigh.
“Want me to fuck you however I want?”
“Mmm,” you whined pleadingly around his thumb, far too addicted to the friction of his thigh against your aching pussy to even think of slowing down. You felt almost in a haze; maybe even due to the bright lights of the city beyond that always felt like you were in an altered sense of utopian reality.
“Vegas makes you horny, doesn’t it, my sweet girl?” he gave your words right back to you.
“Mhm.”
“Then we should show the city how we fix that then.”
You could barely process what he meant by that before he was guiding you off his lap and, in one swift motion that had you gasping in surprise, he was shoving you against the window. Your hands were still bound with his black tie but you managed to grab onto one of the thick silver mullions that streaked down between each of the three large panes of glass to steady yourself. The glistening city of Las Vegas sprawled beyond you and you peered out over The Strip from sixty storeys up as George pushed the hem of your dress up over your waist and then hurried to unbuckle his belt.
The sound of the buckle clinking and the zip of his slacks being undone nearly had you drooling in anticipation onto the carpeted floor and you shifted your weight between your feet in your heels still, only wishing you could have a hand free to reach down and touch yourself in the meantime. George slapped his hand down against your bare ass and you flinched with a small yelp, gripping onto the mullion the best you could with how your hands were bound.
Neither of you had to speak a word because right away, George was smearing the head of his warm cock between your cheeks and along your slick folds and then pushing it inside you greedily. He was so hard and it made your eyes nearly roll back in pleasure, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as your muscles gripped around him and the tight stretch he forced inside you. So incredibly satisfying after craving exactly that for so long.
“Good girl,” George praised lowly, grabbing your hips in his hands as he sheathed inside you completely, “Is this what you wanted?”
“Yes, sir,” you breathed, hanging your head between your arms as he started to thrust into you, forcing a gasp to tumble from your throat.
George slid his hand up your spine and up your neck and into your hair to wrap it around his hand and gave your head a yank back.
“Fuck!” you squeaked out, forced to stare out the large paned windows to the shimmering city below with your mouth agape.
“Head up,” George ordered, “Look at this city that made you into such a little whore.”
His hands went back to your waist and he tugged you back into his thrusts, finding a steady hard pace to fuck you with that had your eyes struggling to stay open.
“Fuck.” you whimpered tightly, gripping onto the mullion the best you could with how your wrists were bound with his tie. He literally fucked the moans from your chest, making you cry out a steady rhythmic chant of “uh, uh, uh, uh, uh-” in time with his thrusts, only making perfect filthy harmony with the clap of his body with yours.
You struggled to keep your eyes open and focused out the window at the sparkling desert city that sprawled beyond and down to the tiny people and cars that dotted The Strip but when your eyes focused on the reflection of the two of you in the glass, it somehow made it easier. Because watching George fuck you in that stunning all black outfit from dress shoes to button up was hard to look away from. He took you over so easily.
An honest smile came to your face and your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as if to try and hide it, moaning blissfully to the window with your gaze locked on his reflection. He was so hard that it felt truly incredible, even with the slight pain from how hard he was ramming into your pussy, pulling out almost all the way before tugging you tight back down onto his full length each time. You slid your hands down the mullion to bend over a little more for him.
George’s hands grabbed onto your shoulders instead, keeping you in place as he kept that consistent speed and fucked you against the window and watched how well you took him all. He was groaning lightly with his own feelings of pleasure and slapped your ass again before messily unbuttoning the bottom two buttons on his shirt to give him room, all without faltering his thrusts for even a second.
“Harder,” you squeaked out, “Gimme more.”
George stepped closer to you, slowing just for a moment as he pulled your body up so your back was to his chest and he pushed his hips right up against your ass and ground strongly in place so you could feel him as deep as he could go. You moaned in appreciation for him, eyes fluttering closed, and you let all your senses be taken up by him, honestly feeling your mouth water at the beautiful stretch and the slight ache that came along with it. George pulled back before pushing deep inside you again in a strong curling thrust, watching intently at the slightest hint of change on your face as he held you by your throat.
He gave no warning before he was fucking you again in that same steady yet incredibly hard rhythm that even had his eyebrows furrowing slightly.
You gaped in reply, gasping out shakily, “H-Holy fuck-”
His breath was falling warmly against your cheek in perfect little huffs that had you whining loudly for him, tingling with desire that screamed his name all through your body.
“Yeah, my good little cockslut,” George praised filthily against your ear words muffled behind the slap of his hips against yours. “Been waiting for this all night, huh? Wanted me to fucking pound you in front of the whole goddamn city so everyone knows who you belong to.”
“Please, sir.” you cried out, “You’re gonna make me cum!”
With one hand around your throat and the other grabbing the bunched up material of your dress over the small of your back, George was literally groaning against your ear and you couldn’t help but inhale the familiar smell of him with how your head was draped back against his shoulder, back arched. It felt so good that your right leg started to lift off the ground slightly as your body was rising to that perfect precipice and you let yourself focus on it.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah-” you chanted out breathily.
But then he pulled out, leaving you gasping for air in surprise as your body shuttered from the cruelness of his edging. George yanked at the knotted tie around your wrists and let your hands free and then he grabbed your arm to push you to the ground. Panting for breath, you turned to face him as you got on your knees and let your hands glide down his exposed abs under his half unbuttoned shirt and down the thin line of hair that led to the base of his cock. He was glistening in your arousal and you grabbed the open hem of his slacks to pull him closer and you licked teasingly at the tip of his dick and then once more right up the underside.
It was honestly incredible how you were willing to do whatever he wanted of you without a single complaint; even when he edged you cruelly only to get you on your knees right after. But you worshiped him completely and would give anything to have any part of him at any given time.
Which is why you didn’t argue when he got you on your knees in front of the floor to ceiling windows and, instead, you obediently wrapped your fingers around the base of his dick and guided him into your mouth against your tongue. He tasted like pussy and you tried not to smile around him at the filthy way you claimed him as your own, staring up his body to his handsome face as your lips met your hand.
“Good girl,” George praised lowly, threading his tie through his fingers before sliding it under your hair.
You started to bob your head around his dick with your hand stroking him off in time, letting him tie your hair back into a messy bow with his black tie so it was out of your face. He rested one hand against the window and let the other rest in your hair as he stared down at you on your knees for him. You were so enamoured with him - starving for him all night - that you were literally drooling for it, moaning greedily around his cock as spit slipped past your lips and between your fingers holding him by the base.
George’s breathing was heavy as he watched you, bathed in the neon lights of the city through the large paned windows, and you kept your eyes on his face as you drooled down his dick in strong deep strokes of hand and mouth. It was so wet and filthy that you were slurping up your spit to keep from drenching your dress, taking him in like he was nothing more than the most refreshing glass of cold water on a hot desert summer day.
You slid your hand around his back and pressed your palm down against his ass to nuzzle him deeper into your mouth until the smooth head of his cock was pressed against the back of your throat. You choked slightly but stayed perfectly still for a moment so he could feel how your throat tried to constrict around him.
“Oh fuck…” George said through his teeth, holding you down on him a little longer even as you started to gag wetly and with a sharp inhale, he was letting you sit back and a thick string of spit broke between your lips and a tip of his cock.
“Shit,” you giggled through a cough, bringing your hand back to stroke his dick as you took a second to breathe and speak up to his flushed face, “You’re so big…so fucking hard…it’s unbelievable.”
He stroked your hair in response, standing proud in front of the window with his only privacy being you on your knees and the height your room was at.
You smeared the tip of his cock over your pursed lips just to slick him up more and to feel the smooth warm skin against your glistening lips. But then you were dropping down to lick right up the length and then guided him back into your mouth until he hit the inside of your cheek. George’s shaky groan from above you had you smiling around him and you held onto the front of his slacks in both hands as your mouth took over for you again, taking him in and out in long deep strokes.
You moaned for him again just to spur him on enough that his hand in your hair started to pull you down under his control. Then his hips started moving just the slightest amount to thrust into your throat with a heavenly groan from his chest. You took it obediently while keeping your eyes on his face, sitting on your knees with your back to the city beyond, and watched how his face was filled with pleasure all for you.
“Fuck, yeah, baby,” George groaned and tugged you right down again so your nose was pressed against his pelvis and his dick was in your throat.
Your nails dug into his thighs as you gagged wetly and tears pricked your eyes. When he let you go with a moan of his own, you barely pulled back as you were too hung up on the taste and weight of his cock in your mouth to even dream of letting him stray too far and you coughed around him before sucking him strongly with hollowed cheeks.
“Jesus…fuck,” George pulled you back by your hair and as you licked your lips, he took hold of his dick and slapped it against your spitty lips, “What are you?”
“I’m your pretty little slut,” you answered habitually, letting the words fall from your lips like second nature. You dropped out your tongue for him, holding onto his thighs as you waited for him to do whatever he pleased…and maybe part of you really wanted him to come on your face.
George slid his dick against your waiting tongue back and forth a bit, “Yeah, you are. Perfect little cockslut.”
You kept his eye contact, your mascara already a little smudged around the eyes, and the unbearable ache between your legs had you slipping a hand down to your lap. You sucked on the head of his cock as you touched yourself, moaning softly around him as your eyes closed and your hips rolled lazily against your fingers.
“Hey,” George called sternly, “Look at me.”
You opened your eyes again.
“Get on the bed.”
You didn’t have to be asked twice. With an eager smile, you got up from the carpet and hurried away from the window and to the perfectly made king size bed. George slapped your ass on your way past before he was following right after you. The curtains were left open so the lights of the city could add to the ambiance of the hotel room and the passion of your night adventures that were fueled by the fiery nightlife and unwavering lust for each other.
The sheets were pulled so tightly across the mattress that you nearly glided across them as you shuffled yourself back and flopped backwards onto the perfectly fluffed white down-filled pillows. Your arms draped over your head—your hair still tied back with his black tie—and you spread your legs to the room with your dress up around your middle.
George knelt up on the ottoman at the foot of the bed and reached forward to grab your ankle and pull you a little closer to the middle. You giggled excitedly, unable to take your eyes off him in his half unbuttoned black dress shirt and his slacks that hung open around his hips to let his glistening hard cock out. He kept your lustful gaze right back as he lifted one of your ankles to pull your stiletto off and tossed it over his shoulder to the floor with a smirk before doing the same to your other. His smile was pressed against your ankle with a soft kiss and you bit back your lovesick grin as he kissed his way up your leg with his large hands following closely, having shivers of lust rise in their wake even with how warm his skin was.
With him kneeling between your spread legs, he started to unbutton the rest of his shirt and had one request of you as he did so, “Gimme the tie.”
You tugged at the bow he had crudely tied in your hair moments before and it came undone easily, letting your hair fall around your shoulders and over the white sheets, and you held it out to him.
He grabbed it, “Wrists.”
You held your arms out to him obediently, wrists together, and he wrapped his tie around them and bound them with a snug knot again. His button up shirt was hanging open now, giving you a perfect view of his chest and abs and the fire that was already burning inside you only grew with lust for the man between your legs. He was yours.
George leaned over top of you and, as he did, pushed your bound hands above your head to pin them against the bed. You welcomed his lips on yours gladly and you even leaned your head up from the mattress to kiss him harder. Your legs linked around his thighs to pull him close as he angled his dick against your cunt, sliding the head between your lips a few times as he kissed the pleading whimpers from your throat. His teasing was cruel but it was just how you liked it.
Because the relief that came with him finally sinking his cock inside you was unbeatable and you broke your kiss with a shaky gasp, staring right into his eyes as he was leaned above you. He dusted a few fleeting kisses over your lips through his own shaky breaths as you adjusted to his familiar size and he filled you completely until his balls were pressed to the curve of your ass. Then, he was sinking his teeth into your bottom lip and biting down as he pulled back to shove roughly back into you.
“Oh—” you squeaked, hands bunching into fists above your head as he tugged at your bottom lip with another hard thrust before finally letting it go to focus on fucking you.
Your eye contact was unbreakable as he found his rhythm just like he had at the window with more power than speed to the point where each incredibly deep thrust had your head arching back against the bed with greedy moans fucked from your throat. George was right over top of you and nearly had you pinned to the bed underneath him, moaning lowly against your cheek with each hard thrust. You wanted nothing more than to cling onto him completely but you were bound by his tie and pinned to the mattress by his strong hand.
“Christ,” George groaned breathily, a deep addicting reverberation to his buttery voice that had your pussy fluttering around him and another moan to fall from his chest as he shoved into you again. And again. And again.
“Please,” you squeaked out, sliding your legs up to wrap around his waist as your head arched back against the bed and your eyes screwed shut with another thrust, “Yes!”
“Look at me,” George ordered.
When your gaze met his again, he pushed in as deep as he could go and stayed there, watching how your eyes fluttered and your mouth fell open slightly with a silent gasp. You tried to grind down on him to get him moving but he stayed perfectly still, perfectly deep, and the stretch had you flushing hot.
“Good girl,” he whispered, voice thick with lust, “Feel it…what you wanted all night. Just wanna be filled with cock.”
“Uh huh,” you breathed out, wide eyes staring up into his, eyelids fluttering with unbridled lust.
“Yeah,” George’s thumbs brushed over your palms above your head and his hips pulled away from yours just enough so he could grind deep inside you again, forcing a squealing gasp from your mouth, “You’re so warm for me, sweetheart. So tight and fucking wet. Can you feel how big I am inside you?”
“Fuck,” you whimpered, “Uh huh-”
“Yeah?”
He ground into you strongly again, letting your fingers grip onto his above your head.
“George,” you choked out, pressing your feet into his bum to try and get him to give you more, “Please, sir.”
“‘Please, sir’, what a polite little slut,” George muttered, letting your hands go and he nudged them up so you could drape them around his shoulders. You were thankful for that and tangled your fingers in his hair with your wrists still bound and you only gripped tighter as he laced his fingers through your own hair against the bed and ground deep inside you again, “Just begging to be fucked like a cheap Vegas whore.”
“Yes, please,” you breathed, using your ankles linked around his waist to grind yourself up against his body.
His arms were nearly cradling your head and his lips locked with yours in a few long sloppy kisses, his hips merely flexing against yours so you could continually feel him as deep as he could go, overtaking you. It felt so perfectly full inside you that you were dizzy with bliss and he was hardly moving. You moaned and whimpered into his kiss and when he let your lips go from his, you were pathetically trying to grind down on him as your bound hands gripped onto the back of his dress shirt.
“Oh, George, please—” you huffed out pleadingly, completely squirming underneath him for him to move, “I want more. Please fuck me. Please move.”
“You wanted it all night, huh?”
“Mhm.”
George stroked his hand through your hair, along the nape of your neck, as his hips rolled slightly against yours again, “Yeah, I could feel your eyes on me at that after party. Your staring isn’t discreet.”
“Please.”
His hand tangled in your hair and he pulled your head up as he shifted on top of you so your chin was to your chest and you were looking right down your body to where he was positioned between your spread legs. Your eyes went wide at the sight of his dick pressed up inside you and you couldn’t help but lick your lips.
“Is this what you wanted to stare at instead?” he taunted against your ear.
“Yeah,” you exhaled almost dreamily, tugging at his shirt in your fists until the material creased.
George slowly pulled back from your body and then pushed deep into you and the returning wave of fullness that he was forcing you to watch as well as feel had your mouth dropping open. A soft pleasant gasp fell from your throat and you bent your legs a little higher around his back to let him deeper.
“Please, sir,” you breathed.
He did the same strong curling thrust again.
“Mm, please, sir,” you repeated, your voice wavering slightly with lust.
George’s hand in your hair only tightened as he held himself up against the bed with his other and let his own desire lead him into suddenly fucking you faster.
“Oh, shit!” you squeaked, your eyes stuck down your body to watch it all under control of his hand.
George’s own pleasant little grunts timed perfectly with his thrusts and each one only had your legs habitually spreading wider for him until he was nearly fucking down into you. But his hand didn’t move from your hair and he almost had you folded in half as he forced you to watch how he pounded into you, soaking his thick cock in your creamy liquids every time he pulled out almost all the way.
He only pushed harder as the seconds passed and your hands went from gripping the material of his shirt to nearly scratching up the back of his neck as uncontrollable moans tumbled helplessly from your chest. The bed creaked underneath you with how hard he was taking it and yet you only wanted more, moaning loudly for him with your legs splayed wide.
“Oh my God!” you cried out, feeling yourself clench around his dick at the sight of it fucking into you.
George’s head was resting beside yours and his jagged hot breath was sending shivers down your spine as he spoke lustfully against your ear, “Watch it. You wanna stare, baby? Then fucking stare.”
“Feels so good!” you squealed, tugging up the material of his open shirt into your fists. His hand in your hair at the back of your head kept your chin to your chest strongly to make sure you were watching. But you couldn’t tear your eyes away from it even if he allowed you because the sight had you flushing hot with filthy lust, making your insides tighten closer and closer as he took you all for himself.
George’s other hand pressed to the back of your thigh to keep your legs as far back as your body would allow and your toes were nearly curling in the warm air of the hotel room as bliss threatened to overcome you and your senses were enveloped all around him and only him. Still mostly dressed, you were addicted to the image of him fucking you in that perfect sleek outfit he had been taunting you with all night. His grip tightened in your hair as he could feel you getting closer and your body clenched down around his cock, your pitchy squeals matching the desperate way you clawed up his shirt, wrists still bound with his tie.
“Oh my God, George, I’m gonna cum!” you cried out shakily, “Please don’t stop!”
“Beg for it,” George ordered.
“Fuck—” you shuttered, “Please can I cum? Please let me cum for you, sir. Please, please, please, you feel so fucking good!”
“Who do you belong to?”
“I’m yours! I’m all yours, sir, please—”
“Okay,” George said breathily against your ear, “Cum for me.”
“Yes,” you huffed out in relief, still forced to watch him take you by his hand gripping your hair and holding your head up. Your tied hands pulled harder at the back of his shirt and you let your pleasure be expressed through pitchy and squealing gasps and moans as he fucked you into orgasm after so much build up.
The moment you reached that precipice and fell into a moment of perfect gaping silence, George was letting go of your hair and shoving your head down against the bed by his hand around your neck, literally squeezing the pleasure out of your throat as you came around him.
“Good girl,” he praised through his teeth, shoving in nice and deep as he slowed down his thrusts again and your body quivered underneath him, “Good fucking girl, keep coming for me.”
You gasped out of the initial shock, eyes screwed shut and head tilting back against the bed as your body arched into his and your fingers splayed across his shirt and wrapped around the edge of his collar to have something to pull on.
“Oh fuck, George!” you shrieked to the ceiling, pressing your heels into the flesh of his ass again to pull him as deep as he could go into his final few rough thrusts. “Yes!”
His hearty groan against your ear had you whining pleasantly out of your orgasm and you tried to grind your hips up to his to have him finish too. But then his hand was dropping from your throat and he nudged your arms from around his neck and tugged the tie from your wrists as he sat back and pulled out of you.
“Where are you going?” you asked, reaching a hand down between your legs to ease some of the sensitive ache with your gentle touch as you watched him get off the bed, “Come back, I want you to cum inside me.”
George smiled over at you sultrily as he dropped his pants completely at the foot of the bed, “I’m not done with you yet, baby.”
Your eyes nearly shone as full of excited wonder as the lights of Las Vegas beyond your open curtains and you propped yourself up on your elbows behind you to watch him undress completely.
“Take off your dress,” George ordered.
You sat up and pulled your dress over your head and then let your bra follow it to the floor with an eager toss, all while watching how his toned body nearly glistened like heaven in the faint neon lights that pooled in through the large paned windows and you waited for your next instruction.
George dropped his shirt to the floor, “On your knees. Hands on the headboard.”
Part of you didn’t want to tear your eyes away from him for even a second but you obeyed his demand and you shuffled around on the bed to kneel on the mattress facing the headboard. The burgundy leather upholstered headboard welcomed your hands to the top of it and you spread your legs slightly to keep yourself balanced and your body ready for more of him. You swore you were leaking down your thighs and onto the white sheets with the physical remnants of your orgasm and—still uncomfortably horny—you tried your hardest not to sink down to sit down your ankles and grind on the bed beneath you.
George was taking a little longer than you had anticipated and you turned around over your shoulder to see what was taking him so long. Across the hotel room, he was shuffling through your shared suitcase that rested on the built-in stand and pulled out the small bottle of lube and your vibrator from the inside pocket. You rested your chin against your arm as you watched him in the complete nude walk back over to the bed where you were waiting.
The brief minutes between rounds of passionate love making always had you giddy with warmth and it felt like your skin was burning with desire for him, lingering on the tingling bliss of pleasure that he had brought you and anticipation for it to come back in full force in mere moments. George climbed up on the end of the bed again and shuffled closer to you on his knees, tossing the two items onto the sheets to give you his full attention first.
“C’mere,” he mumbled, reaching to grab your chin in his hand and he pulled your lips to his over your shoulder for a wet kiss.
You moaned with a smile against his lips, kissing him back with as much passion as you had in your heart for him. George’s tongue teased against yours and you opened up to let him in, tasting the familiarity of his mouth gladly and he led you through your deep kiss. With a little moan of appreciation, you took one hand from the headboard and reached back to tangle it in the back of his hair and hold his lips on yours. But George grabbed your wrist and guided your hand to the top of the headboard once more.
“Stay right there for me,” he whispered into your mouth before he was moving his kisses down your neck and over your shoulder while his hands slid over your hips and up your waist in warm loving touches.
You let your eyes close and a peaceful smile came to your face as you focused on the sensations of his hands and lips on your body. George’s soft lips felt like heaven against your skin and he took his time to trail slow kisses down your neck and over your shoulder, his large hands rubbing along your outstretched arms and back up. His fingers teased up the side of your neck and he gave your shoulders a tender squeeze as his lips started leading right down your spine until you could feel how he left shivers in his wake.
Your soft hum in appreciation had him smiling against your back and his hands moved to give you hips a squeeze and then your bum. He gave your ass a little smack and you gasped lightly at the startle.
“You have such a gorgeous body,” George whispered against the bottom of your spine, shifting on the bed behind you to crouch down a little more, “You’re so sexy.”
His lips followed in their usual lingering kisses over the curve of your ass and then down one of your thighs. By the silent guidance of his hands on your hips, you bent forward a little bit so you were still holding onto the top of the headboard but your cheek was resting against your folded forearms, your back arched slightly.
“I’m so wet for you, baby,” you breathed.
George’s teeth sunk down into the flesh of your ass and he spanked your other cheek. When he pulled back, he asked up to you, voice dripping in warning, “What’s my name?”
“Sir,” you mumbled, biting back the lustful smile that grazed your lips at the title that you spoke.
“That’s right,” George spanked you again, “And what are you?”
“I’m your pretty little slut.”
He kissed your hip, “That’s right, baby.”
George only dropped lower down your body and then leaned right in to lick over your soaked folds, moaning at the taste of you as you shuttered at the fleeting touch.
“So sweet,” George mumbled, licking his lips before moving back in to slip his tongue between your folds a few more times. “Mm, fuck, you taste so good.”
Your fingers held tighter to the top of the headboard and your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as he lapped at your sensitive pussy teasingly. His hands grabbed at your bum and pulled your cheeks apart slightly to give him room to reach all of you and he suckled and licked loudly over your soaked folds and dipped his tongue into your plenty fucked cunt.
“Fuck, sir,” you whined, “Gimme more.”
“More?” he chuckled, his breath hot against your wet skin and he sucked a hickey into the flesh of your thigh, “Tell me what you want.”
“Eat my pussy,” you mumbled, pushing your bum back against his face and you tried to arch your back some more for him, “Please…I want your tongue inside me.”
George nuzzled his face a little closer and did as you wanted, sliding his tongue into your pussy and he started to lick you out wetly, slurping and sighing into it until you were gaping into the air. You didn’t dare move as he found that perfect rhythm with ease and you completely tensed under his control, merely moaning through your bitten lip with eyelids that struggled to stay open.
“Mm, my God.” you shuttered.
George’s thumbs pressed into your cheeks to hold you open, the rest of his hands gripping your hips to keep you right where he wanted you as his tongue helped itself to your pussy and right down to your clit in messy wet motions. The moment he grazed your clit, your body was flinching and you moaned loudly for him and pushed yourself back onto his face, head falling back with bliss, eyes fluttering closed.
Your reactions had George’s cock aching for release after being holding off since you had first stepped back into the hotel room and as he licked you out, he dropped one hand down to his lap to stroke himself lazily. He shook his face gently back and forth into you with a hungry moan at his own touch, matching the pleasurable sounds that tumbled from your own mouth and filled the room.
But then George was taking his tongue out of you and his hand that was squeezing your ass moved up your spine to urge you to lean down onto your hands and knees against the bed. Bent over properly for him, you tossed your hair over one shoulder and tried to glance back at him, sending him a sultry smile behind your bitten lip and his little wink in reply had you trusting him enough to let your eyes close.
George only took that opportunity to drag his tongue up between your folds and right over your asshole. The startled gasp that fell from your chest, eyes snapping open, had George chuckling from behind you and his hands went back to your hips to tug at your flesh with his thumbs. He leaned back in and licked at the tight rim of muscle again.
“George, wait—” you stumbled out, eyes wide in shock and a hint of embarrassment.
He pulled back just long enough to counter your hesitation, “You can’t give what you can’t take, love, that’s just not fair.”
“I dunno—” you started, but then his mouth was on you again, swirling his tongue flatly around your asshole and your hands gripped the sheets beneath you.
“You know the safe word,” George made sure to remind you between slow taunting licks.
You stayed quiet, staring wide-eyed at the crisp white bed sheets below as you familiarized yourself with the feeling of his tongue on the one place on your body it had never been before. For him, you had done this plenty of times, but for you? It never even grazed your mind. George’s tongue licked lazily over your tight ring of muscle, and you tried to stay open minded to the new feelings that you were experiencing. Your soft whimper had him groaning against your body and he left sloppy wet tongue-filled kisses to your asshole that started to ease you into the sensations.
You slumped from your hands to your forearms against the bed and groaned shakily to the sheets, “Holy fuck.”
“What?” George’s smirk could be felt against your skin as he asked tauntingly, “Does that feel good?”
“Yeah,” you breathed out weakly.
“Dirty little slut likes getting her ass eaten,” George tisked between strong patterned licks and tight squeezes of his large hands on your cheeks, “What happens in Vegas…”
“Shut up,” you mumbled, eyes still closed. “This definitely stays in Vegas.”
He chuckled against you and pulled back with one final wet kiss and slapped a hand down against your ass as he sat back on his knees. You hummed flatly at the loss of contact and let the fire of lust inside you burn into easy impatience. George grabbed the bottle of lube from the sheets and popped the cap.
It wasn’t unusual to use lube—both of you often preferred the messier the better—so you didn’t think much of it as he squirted some onto his fingers and stroked his dick in it.
“You know what else Vegas is known for?” George asked you, his voice deep with arousal and it made your stomach flutter.
“Mm, what?” you smiled into the air, unable to see him with how you were bent over at the waist.
“Nightlife…their sex workers…city of sin. It only makes sense that we get as dirty as we can…fit right in?” George offered. His tone was nothing but passé.
“Mhm.” you agreed haphazardly.
“You’re already my own perfect whore…turned on by the city…” George squirted more lube on his fingers, “So I should fuck you the way they do it in Vegas.”
And then he was smearing the cool liquid over your asshole with three gentle fingers. Your eyes widened in realization but you didn’t protest; you simply bit down on your bottom lip and let him do as he pleased. He pushed in one lubed up finger first, just to the second knuckle, and you hung your head onto your forearms with a small simple hum.
“Good girl,” George praised, smearing the lube all around so there was no spot left untouched before he pulled his finger out, “Up on your hands, baby.”
You forced yourself back up with your hands pressed flat to the mattress, knees spread just enough for him to rest between, and you looked back at him over your shoulder. George fingered you open a little more, adding a second finger and eventually a third, and then soon he retreated them to, instead, stroke his cock in his lubed up hand before nudging the head right up against your tight hole.
“Breathe,” he ordered.
You took a deep breath in and when you exhaled, he slowly pushed the tip of his dick in. Your breath caught in your chest at the feeling of your thigh muscles forced to stretch so greatly around his girth.
“Shit,” you huffed out.
“Christ…good girl,” George said through his teeth as he pushed deeper slowly in gentle shallow thrusts to get you used to it, “You’re so fucking tight.”
“You’re fucking huge,” you retorted shakily, fingers gripping onto the sheets beneath you.
George’s hands grabbed your bum and pulled your cheeks apart wider so when he spit, it landed right on top of his dick, helping him to push in just a bit easier. You whimpered you loudly as he got deeper, the red hot ache of a stretch inside you bringing honest tears to your eyes but he moved so easily with the amount of lube he had used. George spanked you once, twice, and then he was grabbing your waist in two hands as he pulled back from you to ease inside you again.
“F-Fuck,” you gaped. “It hurts.”
“Yeah, but you’re gonna be a good little slut and take it, aren’t you?” George taunted down to you.
“Yes, sir,” you answered smoothly. “I’m your slut.”
George groaned lowly, spanking you once more, “Shit, yeah, you are.”
“Fuck me,” you demanded sweetly, wiggling yourself back on him a little, “Fuck my ass.”
“You’re fucking filthy,” George mumbled, sliding one hand down to grab your hair in his fist and he yanked your head up as he held your hip with his other and started to thrust into you.
The tug of your hair and the stretch of your muscles had you groaning loudly, eyes scrunched shut as tears were welling. It hurt but you craved him more than anything and you were willing to take whatever he wanted to give you. You moaned loudly for him, tugging at the sheets, and he started to pick up the pace, thrusting into you strongly.
He was easing you into it but still had a sense of aggression behind his motions as if he were far too impatient to stay slow. You didn’t blame him because you were feeling the same way. You wanted him to take you like his own, to fuck you as hard as he pleased to get himself off, so you ground your ass back on him in little bounces that had you whimpering shakily as your body adjusted around him.
“Fucking slut, look at you,” George growled, “Hands on the headboard. Now.”
You nearly had to hold back your grin as you shifted up again to grab onto the top of the headboard, leaving you on your spread knees on the bed. Right away, George was tugging at your hair again just so he could wrap his other hand around your throat snugly and he started thrusting into you a little faster.
“Fuck!” you gasped out, one hand flying up to press flatly against the wall and it landed with a reverberation through the drywall.
“Good girl,” George spoke lowly against your ear as he fucked you from behind, your back almost pressed right to his chest, “you wanna be fucking pounded like a stupid little slut?”
“Yeah!” was all you could squeak out as he nearly pulled you by your hair and your throat into his every quick thrust.
“Yeah?” George taunted, his hot breath on your neck shooting shivers down your body, “Is this what you wanted all night? To get all you holes fucking filled like a proper little whore?”
“Yes, sir,” you whined loudly.
George’s deep grunt against your ear had you withering, moaning as his hand tugged harder at your hair and gripped tighter around your throat as he thrusted into you harder now, the slick wet sound of the lube only raising the intensity on the slap of his skin against yours. You were in a haze, letting your encouraging moans tumble from your chest into the hotel room without any remorse for volume. It felt like only him and you far above the glittery world.
He had you feel so full but at the same time your pussy felt so empty and you habitually reached down to touch yourself. George dropped his hand from your hair to grab your wrist instead and he pinned your hands flat against the wall in front of you under each of his.
“You stay how I want you,” he reminded you lowly against your ear.
You whimpered shakily, in tune to how the bed creaked under his thrusts into your body, and as he sped up, the headboard started hitting the wall in steady thuds. Your volume grew with it and he held you by your hands against the wall and let his hips fuck you all on their own, his body smacking hard against yours and squelching filthily with the excess of lube that connected you. George’s heavy breaths and muffled groans were nothing compared to the volumes you were reaching as you moaned for him through the room.
“Please, sir, I wanna cum for you! Please let me touch myself!” you cried out, hands still pinned under his to the wall.
“Fuck,” George stopped for just a moment and he reached with one hand across the bed for the vibrator. He held it in front of you and you opened your mouth to let him push the toy in against your tongue just long enough to wet it and then he was sliding it down your body and between your legs and turning it on.
“Holy shit,” you sighed almost thankfully at the additional sensation, eyes fluttering shut again as he rubbed the buzzing toy teasingly over your clit a few times and started to thrust into you again at the same time.
George let out a small grunt from behind you, struggling to keep himself together while having you like that. You were so incredibly tight when he fucked your ass that he was honestly surprised he had still lasted this long…it was getting close. He had edged himself multiple times so far and he was aching for release and the pleasurable sounds that you made were certainly only making it worse.
George’s hand around your throat kept you in place and his other slid farther between your legs to push the vibrator inside your cunt, holding it between his fingers with the heel of his palm pressed against your clit. With you locked in place under hands and arms, George thrusted into you faster, harder, forcing a squeal from your mouth as your eyes screwed shut and your hands stumbled down the wall.
“Yes!” you cried, “Give it to me!”
George was impatient to get off and he was at the point where he was willing to take it out on you, even if that meant your face would end up stained in tears. He knew you never minded.
But the deep vibration of the toy tucked inside you and the constant quick pounding of his dick stretching you out from behind, you were getting louder with euphoria. You could feel your legs starting to tremble and as much as you wanted to grab onto the headboard, you couldn’t since it was slamming against the wall with his every thrust.
“Oh my God, sir!” you squealed, “Don’t stop!”
“You’re so fuckin’ loud.” George groaned against your temple, tightening his fingers around your throat until your head was falling back against his shoulder, “Good girl…just take it.”
You moaned and cried out through the hotel room as one hand reached back to tangle in his hair and the other kept you steady against the wall, your eyes screwed shut and mouth hanging open dumbly with pitchy gasps of pleasure. The way your body stretched around him was incredible and he knew just how to angle himself for it to feel the best for you without even having to go very deep. Halfway shallow thrusts seemed to do it for the both of you because you were both rising to that blissful high quickly.
“Fuck, George…fuck, sir, right there! I’m gonna cum!” you sobbed out, keeping perfectly still as that tight warmness coiled within you, “Fuck, fuck, fuck—”
George was moaning right up against your cheek, breathless from his exertion, his nose pressed against your face with how you were draped back against his chest on your knees as he spoke deeply, “Let it happen, baby, let it come. I’m not stopping.”
Your legs were literally quivering underneath you and George’s hand around your neck and between your legs were virtually the only thing holding you up in that moment as he fucked you sloppily on the hotel bed. The sounds that spilled from your mouth were uncontrollable and harmonized with the creak of the bed, you were rising into orgasm. Your fingers pulled hard at his hair over your shoulder and your jaw fell slack as your pleasure overtook you.
“Good girl—” George groaned as he pulled the vibrator out of your to press it down onto your clit and rubbed it there a little to work you through it, still working himself off with his quick ungraceful thrusts into your ass, “Gonna let me cum inside you? Let me cum in your ass?”
Drunk on lust, you could only beg for whatever he so desired, voice quivering strongly, “Yes! Yes, please.”
“Yeah, you’re mine,” he growled against your ear, shoving hard right into you as he finally came too, spurting warm thick shots into your tight body, “Fuck-”
He shoved into you again.
“Yes-”
You dropped your hands to grab onto his wrists to try and ease him up as your oversensitivity was too much to handle, your voice breaking with your volume as tears smudged your mascara down your cheeks and you praised his name to the hotel room walls. George dropped the vibrator to the bed to give you a break from the overwhelming sensations and he pressed his hand flat to your stomach again, tugging you hard back into his last few thrusts as he moaned sharply in time with them against your ear.
Then he slowed to a stop with a deep sigh and took his hand from your throat to give your hips a loving squeeze, “Okay?”
Eyes still closed, you let a small smile come to your face, “Yeah.”
“Yeah?” George chuckled and leaned in to kiss your lips, “I love you.”
“I love you.” you giggled, pulling his face in again for a few more soft kisses.
George left one more to your cheek, “I’m gonna pull out, okay?”
You nodded and he guided your hands forward to grasp the top of the headboard again so you had something to hold onto as he eased out of your ass. The emptiness hurt from the how stretched you had been and your muscles ached almost right away, making you groan in displeasure and hang your head.
“Good girl, my love,” George praised, rubbing his warm hands over your hips, smearing the reminisce of lube and the lingering wetness of your own liquids across your flushed skin. He kissed your neck, “You’re fucking incredible.”
“That’s just what I wanted.” you chuckled tiredly.
George smiled at you and kissed your cheek, “Satisfied then?”
“Mhm,” you struggled to stay on your knees with how your thighs trembled and George wrapped his arm around your waist to help keep you up as you let go of the headboard, “I love the way you fuck me.”
His fingers pressed against your cheek to turn your face for a few wet kisses, locking your lips sloppily a few times before he was replying, “I love the way you take it.”
You kissed him once more and you shared a smile and then started to get off the bed and stand on the carpet, worried that you could start to feel the reminisce of your hookup dripping out of you. George held your hand to keep you steady as you got your balance under you and familiarize yourself with the ache that filled you inside and between your legs. You thanked him softly and then took a wobbly step and then another and started slowly for the bathroom, sliding your hand down to cover yourself so his cum wouldn’t drip out onto the carpet.
“Clench it, baby,” George called after you with a teasing smile to his tone.
“Shut up,” you called back as you rounded the corner towards the bathroom, “I’m going to shower.”
George leaned off the end of the bed to watch you disappear into the bathroom and then he was scrambling up and rushing after you, “Wait—I’ll join.”
“I didn’t invite you,” you tried to close the door on him.
George pushed back, “I wanna share water with you.”
“You just wanna see me naked and lathered up.”
“So what?”
You reached a hand out of the slightly opened door and tugged him in by the arm, “You’re annoying. Get in here.”
The white toned marble bathroom was a stark contrast to the darker toned bedroom that had only been lit by the lights from The Strip below and you both squinted at first as you got used to the brightness of the interior lights. George patted your bare ass when you leaned into the shower to turn on the water and get it to a comfortable temperature and then he tugged at your cheeks to make a thick drip of cum slip out of your gaping hole and down the back of your thigh. He licked his lips.
Unbothered, you shifted away from him to step into the marble shower, George following and closed the glass door behind the both of you. Right away, he stepped up close behind you and snaked his arms around his waist and nuzzled his face in your neck. His obvious affection had you easing into his embrace and the warm water fell past your shoulders to soak the both of you together, calming your muscles nicely. Completely naked together, you felt nothing but at peace and your hands rubbed lovingly over his forearms that were wrapped around your middle.
George kissed under your ear and then once on your neck again and then he was stepping back from you slightly. You didn’t think much of it as you reached for the hotel body wash from the pump that was anchored to the marble wall, ready to wash yourself free of sweat, lube, and various bodily fluids that made your night the most eventful it could be. You would never complain but there was nothing that beat a warm shower right after and a deep sleep.
George seemed to have ulterior motives on his mind because he was grabbing your ass again and spreading it open greedily, staring at you with a bitten lip.
“Stop that,” you chuckled shyly and shoved his hands away.
“Just wanna see what I did to you,” George protested, shuffling up behind you again and pressed a kiss to your neck as he pulled you against his body.
Your lust melted into domesticity as you washed each other off and shared fleeting kisses and innocent touches. It had been late when you returned to the hotel room but by then it was already much later and you could feel yourself fading, especially after your pleasurable drop off.
Once you were cleaned up and the shower was complete, the two of you dried off together and returned to the bedroom in only towels. You helped yourself to your shared suitcase to find your pyjamas, barely getting it open before there was a knock at the door. You and George shared confused glances at who was coming calling in the middle of the night.
He made sure his towel was secure around his waist as he went to answer it. The hotel employee waiting on the other side took him by surprise. You dipped around the corner quickly to not be seen by a stranger in your towel, virtually leaving George to his own devices.
“Good evening, Mr Russell,” the employee greeted him with a feigned polite tone that had you honestly nervous, “I was asked to come check on a noise complaint to this room.”
George’s eyes widened and he habitually glanced over his shoulder as if to look for you but he turned back to the employee just as quickly, “I’m so sorry. We’re just getting ready for bed so…”
“I see,” nothing but displeasure from the man on the other side, “Well if you would please keep it down for the sake of your neighbours and the early hour it is, that would be appreciated. I do not want to have to come up here again.”
He nodded curtly, “Right. Of course. My apologies. Thank you.”
The door was shut.
You emerged from around the corner with a bashful smile that matched your boyfriend’s as you approached each other in the entryway of the hotel room, sharing quiet giggles.
“Someone called us in,” George told you.
“I heard,” you replied shyly, “That’s so embarrassing.”
“Just means we did a good job,” George said proudly as he slid his arms around your body and pulled your towel off for you.
You pulled his off from around his waist, “Yeah, and I’m gonna feel it tomorrow.”
George slapped your ass when you turned to grab your pyjamas from the suitcase and you threw a pair of his clean underwear at him.
“Get dressed.”
The both of you got changed and George put the vibrator and bottle of lube away and soon you were climbing into bed together. It was almost 3am and your once insatiable energy had depleted into sated sleepiness and you found solace in each other’s arms. And so you drifted to sleep easily together in the plush king size bed in the faint hues of the neon lights flooding in from the desert city beyond.
And, yeah, you certainly felt it in the morning.
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about the reading: daniel likes to eat his girl out. under his circumstances and rules of course
cards contained in this reading: daniel ricciardo x fem!reader, 1k words, oral fem receiving, mean daniel, messy pussy eating
it was certainly no news that an athlete had an outstanding amount of stamina. and it most certainly was nothing new that they had technically worked out to this point of pushing through. that also meant that athletes like formula 1 drivers where hard pushing, and had a limit that went way over the average persons one.
so once daniel had gone down on you and settled between your legs you could be sure you were in for a looooong night. adding to that, daniel hated to rush things. this is why he simply was not able to do quickies. this man took his time with everything he did. you didn't miss teasing him about it tho. you always told him that it was because he was older, and more experienced. he had learned what a woman likes and dislikes. he knew how to use every part of his body right, and skillfully.
so when he got obsessed with eating you out, with that large tongue of his, that nose bumping into your clit every so often, you weren't one to fight or resist. but it wasn't even just him eating you out. oh no. it was so much more.
it was the way his hands were gripping your thighs. pulling you impossibly closer to his face. your lower back always resting on a pillow so he had better access to your soaked pussy. he didn’t even had to try and get you wet. one kiss and a few dirty words were enough. no doubt. his brown eyes already hooded when they looked up at you. you fingers buried in his hair, tugging at those soft locks that made him moan slightly, sending vibrations right through you. and then there was his favorite part of the whole entertainment. your sweet moans.
those breathless whimpers that left you gorgeous full lips. panting and whining. begging him for release. he adored hearing you beg.
"danny, please... please-"
the chocked moans getting louder and more high pitched. he smirked against your entrance, pushing two fingers inside you that curled to the perfect angle. his tongue, even more desperate and hungrily sucking your clit mercilessly, his name on your lips a spur on to never stop. your mind so hazy that you couldn't even form a coherent thought.
daniel in the meantime is enjoying every second of it. he is teasing, nibbling on your lower lips now and then, just to make it last a little. he takes his time. scissoring them just to see you stretch for him, sliding his fingers through your slick only to feel how wet you are for him, and him only. because its true. no one could ever made you feel this intense pleasure like he did. daniel eating you out was a whole new experience that you hadn't even dare to dream of. it was breathtaking, and head spinning and just completely out of this world.
you threw your head back against the softness of the pillow, back arching. you got lost in the feeling, it was so good that you forgot about one promise you had made to him. you grinded your hips against his mouth, desperately needing just a little bit more. because you knew how much he loved playing with you sometimes to the edge of madness. daniel stoped right in that moment, his hands stilling on your thighs, squeezing warningly. but his tongue left your folds. you froze immediately, your eyes opening in shock of not getting to that orgasm at all by this point.
"don't move." daniel growled, a sound so deep and rich in his throat. he was feasting on you and he would take his time. edging you, making you want to squirm but never actually doing it. you hate disobeying him. he wasn’t always this patient, and if you pushed to far like last time he would just leave you high and dry. pinching your right thigh, he makes you gasp out. "sorry, sorry..." you were quick to apologize, simply because you couldn't stand not having his mouth on you. daniel gave you one last warning glance "careful, babygirl. i won't tell you again."
he reconnected his wet mouth to your sensitive pussy again, having your stomach jump quickly at the attachment. his tongue was lapping slow circles now, his two fingers helping out the movement and soon it became too much yet again. the air is hot and sticky and you can feel your lungs giving out any moment soon. the tension in your belly is almost unbearable and the only thing you can think about is just coming undone.
"danny- i- i'm close..." you manage to stutter out, doing your best and try not to suffocate him with your thighs that threatened to close around his head with every second your closer to coming undone. your sweet on his tongue as he hums yet again against you. "go on, pretty girl. let go for me."
your legs tremble as you near your orgasm. so you do as told, as the good girl you are you cum on his mouth, making a mess as you feel yourself switching universes for the second it comes down on you heavy. you could have sworn you left your body for the moment remaining, your moans only a faint echo, a response from your body. it might have been seconds only but felt like an eternity. your ears buzzing as you come down to earth slowly.
you lay there, boneless and you can feel daniel giving you a kiss on your stomach, making you giggle slightly. saying you were satisfied just didn’t do justice to daniels handiwork. it was almost ridiculous how much you were enchanted by his abilities. daniel smiles down at you when he's met with your pleased, gorgeous face. he kisses your lips, giving you a taste of yourself making you whimper weakly in his mouth. "you're so hot when you come on my tongue like that." he says. licking over his lips one more time, making you shiver. god this man is going to be the death of you.
🖤Toto Wolff, George Russell & Kimi Antonelli — Free Use
🧡Other kinks: breeding kink, DP, cum stuffing
🖤 kinktober 2025 masterlist
Word Count: 2k
The hospitality suite was almost empty, the chaos of the race weekend finally starting to die down. You sat on the edge of the leather sofa, still in the dress Toto had zipped you into that morning. He stood behind you, his hand heavy on your shoulder. George and Kimi stood across from you; George with his shirt undone, still flushed from the race, Kimi restless, wide-eyed, shifting his weight like he couldn’t believe he was here.
Toto’s voice cut through the quiet, low and deliberate. “She’s mine. My wife. Which means tonight, she belongs to Mercedes. To both of you.”
Your breath caught as both sets of eyes dropped to you.
George’s jaw flexed, his usual politeness edged with hunger. “Are you sure-”
“She knows her place,” Toto interrupted, squeezing your shoulder until you gasped. “Don’t you, darling?”
You nodded quickly, your voice soft. “Yes, sir.”
Kimi’s lips parted, his throat bobbing. He’d never seen you like this.
Toto smirked at their silence. “Strip her.”
George stepped forward first, his fingers steady as he unzipped your dress, peeling it down your body, exposing your chest to the cold air. Kimi fumbled, but helped tug the fabric down your legs leaving you naked on the sofa, your thighs pressed tight.
“Good girl,” Toto murmured, brushing your hair back. He looked up at the boys, his smirk sharp. “Here are the rules. You will use her. You will come inside her, every drop. And when you’re finished, I’ll make sure none of it goes to waste.”
George inhaled sharply, his cock twitching already. Kimi’s eyes went wide, his hands flexing uselessly at his sides.
Toto leaned down, his lips brushing your ear. “Open your legs, lie back. Let them see what’s theirs tonight.”
Your thighs trembled as you obeyed, spreading wide. Both men groaned low, breaking their composure. Toto straightened, his hands gripping their shoulders, one on each boy. “George. First. Show Kimi how it’s done.”
George moved forward with the kind of restraint you expected from him, though the twitch of his jaw betrayed just how much he wanted it. He shrugged his shirt off completely, dropped it on the floor, and knelt between your open thighs. Your breath caught as his hands slid up your legs, spreading you wider until your cunt glistened under the white lights.
“She’s soaked already,” George said quietly, glancing up at Toto.
“Of course she is,” Toto replied smoothly from where he stood behind you, one hand resting heavy on your shoulder. “She knows she’s being put to use. Stretch her. Fill her. Slowly.”
“Okay.” George leaned in, kissing the inside of your knee before trailing his lips higher. When he reached your cunt, his breath hitched, but he didn’t dive in; instead he pressed two fingers against your entrance, circling until you whined.
“Beg him for it,” Toto ordered sharply, his hand tightening on your shoulder.
“Please, George,” you gasped, hips jerking against his hand. “Please fuck me-”
That was all it took. He slid one finger inside, groaning at the tightness, pumping slow before adding a second, stretching you open. His rhythm was controlled, curling just right until your head fell back against Toto’s chest.
“Good,” Toto murmured into your hair, watching intently. “Steady. Make her ready for him.”
Your eyes flickered to the side to Kimi, who stood frozen, fists clenched at his sides as he watched every movement. His cock strained against his trousers, his face red and lips parted.
George added a third finger, your back arching as he worked you open. “She’s perfect,” he muttered. “So wet- so tight.”
“Then stop teasing,” Toto smirked. “Give her what she’s begging for.”
George didn’t hesitate. He pulled his cock free and pressed into you in one slow thrust. Your cry echoed off the walls, your nails digging into the sofa cushions as he bottomed out.
“Fuck-” George groaned, his head tipping back, his hands gripping your thighs tight. “She’s unbelievable.”
Toto’s hand stroked down your chest, pinching your nipple hard enough to make you gasp. “Don’t just enjoy it. Breed her. Fill her.”
George’s pace quickened, sharp thrusts that made the sofa creak beneath you. Your cries were loud as Toto held you down, forcing you to take every inch.
Beside you, Kimi groaned, his cock visibly throbbing. Toto’s sharp gaze flicked toward him.
“Watch and learn,” he said. “You’ll have your turn next.”
Kimi swallowed hard, nodding quickly, but his eyes never leaving where George’s cock slid in and out of you.
George pulled out with a wet drag, groaning as his cock glistened. Your body clenched around nothing, but Toto’s voice was already cutting through the haze. “Enough. Let Kimi have a turn.”
Kimi froze, eyes wide, his chest heaving. “Toto-”
“You’re fine,” Toto said.
George pressed a kiss to your knee, then stood. He took his place at your side, one large hand pressing your shoulder down to keep you pinned.
Kimi stepped forward, his hands fumbling at his waistband. He shoved his trousers and briefs down in a rush, his cock springing free, precum dripping from the tip already.
Toto’s smirk was sharp. “Eager. Good. Don’t waste time.”
Kimi dropped to his knees between your thighs, his hand shaking as he guided himself to your cunt. His eyes flicked up to you, and you gave the faintest nod. That was all it took. He pushed inside in one fast thrust, burying himself with a groan so loud it shocked even him.
“Fuck-” he choked, his hands gripping your hips clumsily. “She’s- oh, fuck.”
You cried out, your back arching, but George’s hand puhsed you back down. “Stay still,” he ordered.
Kimi’s rhythm was messy, frantic, his hips slamming into you with no steady pace, just pure desperation. The sound of skin on skin filled the motorhome, filthy and raw.
“Too fast,” Toto murmured, stepping forward to grab Kimi gently by the hair and pull his head back. “You’ll waste yourself in seconds. Control it.”
Kimi groaned, his eyes rolling back, but he slowed just enough to keep going, still trembling with every thrust. His cock dragged deep as your moans grew sharper. George leaned down, his lips brushing your ear. “Take it. Take all of him. You’re perfect like this.”
Your nails dug into the sofa, your body shaking around Kimi’s cock. His whimpers filled the room, his control hanging by a thread.
“Look at him,” Toto muttered, his grip still in Kimi’s curls. “Barely holding on. Do you feel that? How badly he wants to fill you?”
“Yes- daddy-” your voice broke, your body shaking.
“Good,” Toto hissed. “Because he will. And then you’ll take George again. And then me. Until you’re overflowing.”
Kimi’s thrusts grew faster, his moans wrecked as he buried himself deeper, chasing the inevitable. George’s hand pressed harder against your chest, his voice dark. “Come on, Kimi. Breed her. Give her what she deserves.”
Your scream was loud as you came around him. Kimi cried out, his rhythm faltering, his cock twitching deep inside you.
“Do it,” Toto ordered, his voice like a whip. “Fill her.”
Kimi broke with a groan, spilling inside you, his entire body. Toto shoved him back by the shoulder gently, cum already leaking from your swollen cunt. But his smirk curved sharply as he looked at George. “Hold her open. We’re not finished.”
Your thighs were twitching, your cunt dripping with Kimi’s cum, but Toto didn’t allow you a second of reprieve. His shadow loomed above you, his voice sharp. “Open her up. Both of you. I want her stuffed until she doesn’t know which cock is inside her.”
George was already stripping the last of his clothes, his cock ready again. He knelt between your legs, one hand spreading your slick folds, the other guiding himself to your entrance.
Kimi hesitated, chest still heaving, his hair damp with sweat. “Toto, she’s-”
“She can take it,” Toto snapped, his eyes like steel. “And we’ll give it to her.”
Kimi’s jaw clenched, but he obeyed, crawling onto the sofa, his trembling hand guiding his cock to your ass.
Your breath hitched, eyes wide, but George leaned down, his lips brushing your ear. “It’s okay. Breathe. You can take us both.”
The stretch was brutal, George sliding into your cunt, while Kimi pressed into your ass at the same time. The burn was sharp, overwhelming, your hands clutching at the cushions as your entire body clenched.
“Fuck-” George groaned, bottoming out. “She’s so full- so tight-”
Kimi’s voice cracked. “She’s- oh, god- so fucking tight-”
They moved together, messy at first, until Toto’s bark cut through the room. “Breed her properly.”
George adjusted, his thrusts sharper, Kimi following, both slamming into you with brutal rhythm. The sofa creaked, the sound of skin on skin and slick filling the air.
You sobbed, tears streaking your face, your body split open by two cocks, both holes stuffed, no escape. Your cunt clenched violently around George, making him groan, while Kimi whimpered each time your ass squeezed him tight.
“Look at her,” Toto muttered, stroking himself lazily where he stood, eyes locked on your ruined body. “Leaking cum already, and still begging for more. Exactly how my wife should be.”
George’s thrusts grew rougher, sweat dripping down his neck. “She’s milking me- fuck- she’s going to make me-”
“Not yet,” Toto barked.
George choked on a groan, burying himself deep but holding still, his cock twitching violently. Kimi whimpered, his nails digging into your hips. “Toto please- I can’t-”
“You can,” Toto snapped, his tone cutting. “You’ll hold it until I tell you. And when you spill, it will be deep inside her. Both of you, at once.”
The rhythm resumed, their cocks slamming into you from both sides until you were screaming, your vision going white. Another orgasm ripped through you, your cum dripping over George’s thighs.
Toto groaned low, stroking himself harder at the sight. “Good girl. Perfect. Take it all. You’ll keep taking it until I’m satisfied.”
By the time George and Kimi came inside you, your body was shaking, both holes gaping and dripping with their cum. You collapsed back against the sofa. But Toto wasn’t finished. He stepped forward, towering over all three of you, his shirt still crisp, his cock heavy and flushed in his hand. He stroked himself, then looked down at you like you were nothing more than his property. “Move aside,” he ordered, and George and Kimi scrambled back instantly.
Toto bent, his large hands gripping your thighs, forcing them wide. His voice was low, dark. “My turn. And when I’m finished, you’ll hold every drop inside you. No waste.”
He pushed into your cunt in one brutal thrust, his cock stretching you wide, pushing cum deeper. You sobbed, the feeling overwhelming.
“Fuck- yes,” Toto groaned as he bottomed out. “Already full of them. Perfect little breeding toy.” His hips slamming against you, his cock fucking cum deeper into you with every thrust. His hand pressed flat to your stomach, feeling the bulge of himself inside you.
“You feel that?” he hissed, his voice sharp. “That’s me. Filling you on top of what they left. Making sure you’re overflowing.”
You moaned, nails digging into the cushions. Another orgasm hit you as you soaked him, and he followed buried deep. When he pulled out, he grabbed a pillow, shoved it under your hips, tilting you up. Then he pressed two thick fingers inside your swollen cunt, scooping every drop back in.
“Not a drop wasted,” he muttered, his voice proud. “She belongs to Mercedes. She’ll stay bred for us.”
You lay half aware, tears streaking your cheeks, your body overflowing with their cum, while Toto smirked down at you, his hand heavy on your stomach. “Perfect,” he said simply. “Exactly as she should be.”
Daniel’s Monaco house always smelled like him, but you barely had time to take it in before he was closing the door behind you, his hand sliding over the small of your back with that quiet authority that made your knees weak.
“Been thinkin’ about this all day,” he murmured, his voice low, the Australian accent thickened with want. “Could barely keep my head in the car.”
He pressed you against the hallway wall before you could respond, his mouth on yours in a kiss that was just tongue and teeth, his hands already sliding up beneath your shirt. You whimpered into his mouth, and he pulled back just enough to smirk.
“Daddy missed you,” he said softly, the words were enough to make your whole body shiver. “You miss me?”
“Yes, daddy,” you breathed, your voice shaky, filled with need.
“That’s my good girl.” His hand curled around your throat, not squeezing, just holding as his thumb stroked your pulse hammering against your skin. He slowly tilted your head back until you were looking up at him. “Gonna take care of you. Gonna fuck you full tonight.”
The promise made your stomach flip, heat already building between your legs as he chuckled at the way you shifted against him. “Already wet for me, huh? Didn’t even have to try.”
He scooped you up in one easy motion and carried you down the hall as if you weighed nothing. The bedroom was dim, the sheets already a mess. He lay you down in the centre of the bed, his body following immediately and caging you in.
“Let’s get your clothes off,” he said gently, his tone coaxing but firm, as he moved to sit on his heels. You obeyed instantly, tugging at your shirt and shorts. Daniel stripped in unhurried motions, his eyes never leaving your body, his cock already heavy and hard when he climbed back over you. He settled between your thighs, one hand flat across your stomach, pressing down just enough to remind you of how small you were beneath him. His other hand slid lower, fingers teasing through your folds until you were gasping.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he praised, his voice a rumble of approval. “Daddy’s gonna fill this up, pump you full til you’re dripping. That what you want, baby?”
“Yes, daddy,” you whimpered, hips arching into his touch. “Want you to fill me up.”
Daniel’s grin was feral as he lined himself up, the blunt head of his cock pressing at your entrance. He bent down, kissing you slowly, and whispered against your lips, “Then take me. All of me. Daddy’s gonna give you everything tonight.”
The first push was slow, Daniel sinking inch by inch inside until your back arched off the sheets, a gasp tearing from your throat. He swallowed the sound, kissing you through the stretch, one hand braced on the bed beside your head while the other held your hip down.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his forehead pressing to yours. “So tight every fucking time. Like your body knows it’s mine.” He bottomed out with a sharp thrust, your walls fluttering helplessly around him, and the sound that left you was broken. His grip on your hip tightened, anchoring you as he drew back and pushed in again, setting a slow rhythm that had your toes curling.
“Look at you,” he murmured, eyes locked on the way your body clung to his. “Spread open so pretty for me. Daddy’s cock splitting you in half and you love it, don’t you?”
“Yes, daddy,” you moaned, fingers clawing at his back. “Love it, love you-”
“That’s my girl,” he praised, leaning down to press his lips to your ear. “Gonna fill you up, sweetheart. Gonna pump you so full you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. You want that?”
“Yes, please-”
He groaned at your desperation as his pace quickened slightly, each thrust hitting deeper, the head of his cock brushing that perfect spot over and over again.
His hand slid down to your stomach, pressing flat against the soft skin just above your pelvis, and you gasped at the added pressure. “Feel me here?” he asked, voice ragged. “That’s daddy inside you. Filling up every bit of space.”
The pressure built quickly, heat curling low in your belly, and he could feel it; he always could. “You’re close, baby,” he coaxed, his thumb finding your clit in slow circles. “Don’t hold back. Come for daddy.”
Your body shattered around him, the orgasm tearing through you with intensity, your scream muffled as Daniel’s mouth connected to yours. Your walls clenched tight around his cock, dragging a guttural groan from him as his thrusts grew sloppy.
“Gonna fill you up now,” he warned, his tone half a growl. “Take every drop like a good girl.”
With one final thrust he buried himself deep and came, his cock so deep inside you as warmth flooded your insides. He held himself there, grinding slowly to make sure not a drop escaped, his hand firm on your stomach. “Full now,” he whispered against your skin, kissing your jaw and your cheek. “So perfect for me. My good girl. My baby.”
When he finally stopped, he stayed inside yuo, chest heaving, his body heavy but protective over yours. His hand stroked your thigh gently, grounding you even as his cock twitched deep inside, keeping you plugged with his release.
In which Max allows the anger he’s been burying to come through, or Mad Max makes his return..
Warnings?; degrading, kind of asshole max, hair pulling, unprotected sex (A NO NO), talks of throwing things at people, slight George Russel hate (it’s for the plot sorry), use of the word cunt, sorry for any errors I missed!
You weren’t surprised when the helmet went flying across the garage, you’d seen it coming over the past few races.
The way his fists would clench when he returned from another race where he hadn’t made podium, the way he’d curse to himself in Dutch when the fia gave him a penalty they didn’t give to other drivers doing the same thing.
Yes the few wins he’d secured were nice and you were positive that if it wasn’t for them he would’ve blown up a long time ago.
You owed George Russel a thank you basket for pushing him over the edge, the way they’d raced each other the past few weeks pushing max closer and closer to the edge. And finally after George’s dirty moves in the Spanish Grand Prix the anticipated return of Mad max happened.
You were cautious as you pushed open the drivers room door, nobody had even attempted to even approach Max since he’d entered the garage with his lion printed helmet flying at a wall.
“Go away” he grumbled from the small couch in the room, arms crossed as his foot tapped against the floor.
“It’s just me” you announced shutting the door behind you, making sure to twist the lock.
He picked his head up slightly blue eyes scanning over your body, the helmet he so gracefully chucked at the wall in your hand.
“What are you going to do with that?”
You sighed at his attitude, “nothing, picked it up along my way”
He scoffed, “should’ve chucked it at the fucking stewards with that bullshit penalty.”
You sighed setting the helmet down before moving to sit next to him, “unfortunately that would be assault and that’s not something we want. You’re already a point away from a race ban.”
Blue eyes were quick to snap towards you filled with a dangerous hue that you hadn’t seen for a long time.
“They gave me points on my license? You’re fucking joking right?” He snapped.
“I wish I was, it was unfair but they felt like it was intentional.” You sighed.
He scoffed moving to his feet now pacing the room as he removed his race suit, profanities and complaints spewing out as he changed.
Just as he was sliding on his pants a knock sounded at the door, “Max mate we need you for media”
It was Christian, at least they hadn’t sent the poor Pr girl to get him.
“Fuck Media, they can all fuck off and so can you.” Max spat.
You winced at his words knowing they were mean but this is what happens when you provoke an already irritated Lion.
You stood to your feet unlocking and opening the door just enough so you could see Christian.
“I’ll get him out, just give me a minute and he’ll be down.”
“We need him now Y/n” the Brit sighed.
You rolled your eyes at his impatience, “Yeah well that’s not going to happen, give me five minutes and he’ll be down.”
You don’t allow him a response before shutting the door and turning towards your Dutchman.
“I’m not going down there” he laughed but it was dry, mocking, like he could give two fucks about anyone or anything and what they had to say.
“Max”
“No, you want me to do it so bad then go do it yourself. Tell them I don’t give a fuck and it was that cunts fault.” He shrugged spitefully eyes locked on yours.
You walked to where he was now standing by his massage bed large hands gripping the edges in irritation.
“Look I know you’re mad but please just give them something so we can pack up and go home.” You pleaded looking up at him.
The triple header had been long and grueling and all you wanted was to climb into bed with your boyfriend and cats and sleep the next few days away before he was due at Redbull headquarters.
You weren’t paying attention to his hands until one was tangled in your hair angling your head back, a whimper escaping your mouth at the sensation.
“You don’t tell me what to do, got it? If I wanted your fucking opinion I would’ve asked for it.” He spoke sinisterly, eyes sharp and voice deep.
He was quick when he spun you around your front pressed against the massage bed while he pressed into you from behind.
You couldn’t help the way your thighs rubbed together at the feeling of his hard cock against you, the grip he had on your hair sending shocks down to your wet core.
“Fucking slut, this is turning you on isn’t it?” He scoffed.
You whimpered at his words, it was sick how his degrading words made you feel. The way the slick was spreading on the insides of your thighs you both knew he’d find a pool when he reached his hand between your thighs.
And he did.
Max growled at the feeling when he slipped his beneath your sundress, his thick fingers not wasting any time as they slid your panties to the side.
He was rough but you didn’t mind especially not when he slid his fingers inside you, a moan breaking out before you could stop it.
“So fucking needy.”
“I had a bad race and you think you can tell me what to do? Must’ve forgotten your place. But don’t worry baby I’ll remind you.” He smirked.
It was dark and sinister not a drop of sympathy behind those blue eyes and curled lip and you felt it in the way he ripped his fingers from your cunt.
You whimpered at the loss but it didn’t last long before he was pulling his pants and boxers down in one swift go.
It wasn’t long before your dress was bunched up around your waist, panties pulled down just enough for his cock to reach your cunt.
He doesn’t prep you like he usually would. There’s no need to.
You’re soaked, his cock pushing through your dripping folds with ease. And there’s nothing nice or slow about the way his cock splits you open.
“Shit.” You breathe the burn from the stretch of his thick cock was to good, the pain mixing with the pleasure causing your brain to short circuit.
He gives you a little of his cock before pulling out half way and then slamming back into you, his pace brutal as his hand twists in your hair yanking you flushed against his chest again.
His voice is steady when he speaks again, “Take it like the slut you are, always willing to take my cock huh?”
You nod cluelessly the pleasure blinding as your nails dig into the table in front of you, you’re positive there will be rips in the material by the time he’s done with you but you couldn’t care less right now.
“Yeah I know baby, I know. Anything for me to fuck my girl.” He cooed mockingly, voice mean.
He fucks you so deep. Bottoming out with each thrust.
He’s grunting in your ear, deep and raspy just the way you like. You can hear his low curses in Dutch his breath hot on your neck.
You can feel him against you, all over you. His toned chest pressed against you, every thrust of his hips makes your ass jolt from the roughness and pace of the thrusts.
His cock hits your g-spot effortlessly with each thrust, brutal, sharp, unrelenting as he chases his high.
This isn’t about you, he’ll make you cum but you’ll be paying for it later on the plane wether that be on your knees for as long as he says or letting him fuck you until he says you can cum.
You gasp when his lips meet your ear tongue teasing before he nips at it the pain sends jolts of pleasure through your body.
Max chuckles when your cunt clenches around him, you were his dirty slut and he basked in the fact nobody but him knew that.
You cry out when he tugs on your hair, it’s hard and the pain is sharp but there’s no denying the fact you’re attracted to the pain. Not when a moan follows behind it.
“You’re such a whore, act so fucking sweet and innocent but all you want is to be fucked dumb.” He growls voice hot with pleasure but you can still hear the anger lingering.
His accent is thick, one you swear he’s losing some days but not when he’s like this. When he’s got nothing but sex and pain on his mind. No that’s when the part of him he worked so hard to control comes through.
He’s got himself buried so deep inside of you that you feel everything, every vein and ridge on his bare cock.
You sob out as the feeling in your lower stomach grows stronger by the second, your body is so fucking hot, sweat making stands of hair stick to your forehead.
“M-max. Fuck-I’m so close.” You whine body trembling against him.
He grunts at the sound of your dazed voice, “yeah I can feel it. Go ahead and cum for me like a good little slut.”
And you do.
It hits you hard, your mouth drops open but nothing comes out. Your vision blurs as that band in your lower stomach snaps.
You can hear max moaning from the way you’re clenching him, convulsing around his cock just the way he likes.
He starts fucking you harder, hips snapping into you at an ungodly pace as he chases a high of his own.
And you can feel all of it when he does, his strong arms wrap around you caging you against his body as his thrusts grow wild.
He cums inside of you with a low grunt, curses spilling free as he fucks you through his high, body shaking as he comes down.
You two stay like that for a while, allowing each other to catch your breath. You’re still panting when he pulls away hands holding your waist to steady you on your shaky legs.
You’re not expecting him to spin you around so quick but he doesn’t give you much time to think about it before his lips are on yours.
His grip on your cheeks is strong, nails digging into your flushed cheeks puckering your lips on his own as he takes what he wants.
He kisses you like a starved man, it’s hot and heavy, his tongue devouring yours.
And finally when he pulls back he gives you a once over pulling your panties off completely he shoves them in his pocket.
He doesn’t speak a word as he grabs the blue and orange cap sitting at the edge of the massage bed sliding it on his damn head.
“I’ll be back in twenty minutes, be packed and ready because we’re leaving.” He states clear as day, not allowing you any room for discussion.
And right before he opens the door he turns back to you, “And don’t put anymore panties on, you won’t need them for the plane ride home.”
↳ Summer break slowly starts coming to a close and you aren't a fan. You remind max what he's going to be missing.
⋆ Kink Tag:
↳ Thigh riding involves one partner grinding or straddling the other’s thigh for sexual stimulation, often using friction and closeness to build pleasure. Minors Do Not Interact. NSFW.
⋆ Word Count:
↳ 1.5K
⋆ Masterlists:
↳ Asficdiary || kinktober '25
Summer had blurred into a haze of salt water, heat, and Max. You were sure every surface on his yacht had been tainted by the time summer break had started coming to a close. The cabin walls, sun-warmed deck chairs, even the railings when you’d been too reckless to care about the open sea. He’d fucked you with the same intensity he drove with, and you’d matched him every time, both of you drunk on the freedom of having no schedule but your own.
But the break never lasted forever. You could feel it shifting already, the way his phone lit up more often, the steady increase of Red Bull emails in his inbox, the way you always caught him in thought, about the rest of the season no doubt. Max was easing back into race mode, even if you were still caught in the lingering softness of summer mornings spent tangled up with him.
That was why waking up to an empty bed felt so jarring. The sheets were still warm on his side, but the cool stretch of absence had you pulling on the plain white shirt you’d torn off him and slid back into the black underwear he’d stripped from you the night before. You padded barefoot down the hall, expecting him in the kitchen, maybe making coffee.
Instead, you found him on the couch, eyes narrowed, his jaw set in that familiar concentration. The TV flickered with last year’s Dutch GP replay, the orange army as your only clue. The volume was low, and his notebook lay open across his thigh. He was already halfway through a page of scrawled notes, pen tapping absently against the margin. “Morning,” you murmured, settling onto the cushion beside him.
He hummed, distracted, not looking up.
You leaned in, kissed his shoulder, the clean fabric of his hoodie brushing your lips. Nothing. Just the sound of engines from the TV and the scratch of his pen. “Why am I not surprised you ditched a naked girl in your bed for a race”
“Need to finish these notes,” he said simply, chewing on the end of the pen, eyes locked on the screen. The sight made your thighs press together. His lips wrapped around plastic, teeth dragging it out with a slow pull, jaw clenching as he jotted something else down. He didn’t even notice how you shifted closer, tugging at the hem of his hoodie until your knee brushed his.
“Max,” you whispered, your mouth brushing the sharp line of his jaw. He didn’t flinch, didn’t even glance at you. He just smirked faintly, still watching the car dart around Zandvoort. You tugged lightly at his hoodie, pressing your hand under the fabric to graze his stomach. “Pay attention to me…”
He didn’t flinch. Didn’t even glance at you. Just smirked faintly, chewing on the end of his pen. “Schat, you’re very persistent this morning,” he murmured without looking away, eyes still tracking the car darting through Zandvoort.
You huffed, throwing yourself backwards on the couch. “You’re impossible,” you muttered, kissing the side of his neck. He shook his head writing down more notes. That only made your chest tighten, needing heightening with every second of his deliberate indifference. Your hand skimmed higher, brushing his side, nails teasing the waistband of his sweatpants. Finally, a low chuckle, eyes flicking to yours. “Fine,” he said, voice rough and amused, patting his thigh. “You want to be fucked? Prove to me how much” He challenged. Your eyes searched for him and you knew whatever he was going to ask would humiliate you, just a bit. “Ride my thigh, slet”
Your eyes widened, taken off guard, “What? Max?” You tried acting offended, or even possibly turned off but the truth was it was anything but. It was something you always joked about, fantasized about even. But he’d always play it off as a joke. Max’s smirk only deepened at your expression, pen dangling lazily from his fingers now. “Don’t look so shocked,” he murmured, leaning back into the couch like he had all the time in the world.
“You think I haven’t noticed the way you get when we joke about it? I want you desperate, soaking my shorts, moaning like I’m inside you.” Heat pooled low in your stomach, your thighs pressing together instinctively.
“You’re such an ass,” you muttered, though your voice wavered, betraying you.
He tilted his head, watching you squirm. “Schat, you want to get high off my thighs. Don’t bother pretending otherwise.” He gave his leg another deliberate pat, a quiet command.
Your pulse spiked. Every part of you screamed to move, to climb into his lap and prove him right. And when you did, the way his hands came to settle heavy on your hips, guiding you down against the flex of his muscle, stole the air from your lungs.
You swung a leg over him, straddling his thigh, the worn cotton of his shorts brushing against the thin strip of your underwear. Max hummed low in his chest, pleased, his big hands settling on your hips like they belonged there. He didn’t push, didn’t rush. Just sat back, lips twisting as if he knew how badly you needed it already.
“Go on then,” he said softly, taunting. “Show me.”
You shifted, pressing down until the pressure made your breath hitch, a needy sound escaping before you could stop it. The muscle of his thigh was firm beneath you, and the friction already had heat licking through your veins.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, voice low, thumb stroking the bare skin of your hip. “Knew you’d give in fast. Always so fucken horny for me.”
You whimpered, rocking against him, each drag sending sparks through your body. The wet slide of your panties against the rough fabric made your cheeks burn. Max’s smirk only grew. “Look at you,” he rasped, tightening his grip to guide your movements, forcing you to grind deeper against the hard line of his thigh. “You love this shit. Can’t even pretend otherwise.”
Your head tipped forward, a moan slipping out, thighs trembling with the pace he set. His hoodie still smelled like him, salt air and sweat, and the low rumble of the Dutch GP commentary played forgotten in the background while he coaxed you closer and closer to the edge. You found a rhythm, rolling your hips in slow, hungry drags. Max’s hand stayed firm on your hip, grounding you, guiding you. Without care one left your hip and he casually reached for the notebook still perched against the arm of the couch, pen scratching across the page like you weren’t trembling on top of him.
“Are you-” you gasped, pausing in disbelief as another needy shiver jolted through you, “fuck- actually taking notes right now?”
“Mm,” he hummed, unbothered, glancing at the screen again. His thigh flexed beneath you, urging you forward even as he jotted something down. “Multi-tasking.”
Your jaw dropped. “You’re insufferable.”
The smirk tugged at his lips, eyes flicking briefly to yours, dark and amused. “And you’re still riding me, schat.”
Frustration bubbled, mixing with the heat curling low in your stomach. If he wanted to act unaffected, that was fine, you’d make him notice. You braced against his shoulders and rocked down harder, faster, dragging yourself across the thick muscle of his thigh with new determination.
That finally pulled a low grunt from him, pen pausing mid-word. His grip on your hip tightened, thumb pressing into your skin. “Fuck,” he muttered, jaw clenching as he looked back at you. “That’s it. Show me how bad you want it.” You ground down harder, chasing the burn, the friction, the way his thigh flexed just right when you moved against it. Heat coiled sharp and tight in your belly, spilling out in broken whimpers you couldn’t hold back.
Max dropped the pen at last, forgotten on the couch. Both hands gripped your hips now, holding you to his pace, his gaze finally locked on yours. “Always love that, don’t you?” he rasped, voice thick. “Getting high off my thighs.”
Your head fell forward, forehead against his, your breath breaking apart. “Max! Please!”
“That’s it.” His words threaded through the pounding in your ears. “Come for me.”
The pleasure tears through you all at once. You collapsed against him, trembling, nails clutching at his shoulders as wave after wave rolled through you. His hands kept you pressed down, riding it out until you sagged boneless against his chest, breathing sinking into your thigh-high bliss. He hummed, low and satisfied, thumb stroking lazily over your waist. “Always so fucking horny for me.”
Before you could catch your breath, he shifted, rolling you back onto the cushions with ease. His body hovered over yours, shadows flickering across his sharp grin. “Now,” he murmured, voice promising filth, “I’ll give you what you really want.”
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a/n: here’s a lando version bc I’ve been obsessed with reading fics about him lately and as always. the pink ones are some of my favs and there’s a lot of them in here so buckle upp. part 2? lmk!
asked by from: @mikeyspinkcup !! thank you for the idea babes 💞
riding boyfriend!lando while he games which makes him lose focus
boyfriend!lando letting you use him to get yourself off after having a bad day at work
sucking boyfriend!lando’s dick in his McLaren
husband!lando loves holding your hands while he fucks you dumb on his dick
husband!lando making you watch yourself in the mirror while praising you about how well you take him
secretboyfriend!lando taking his anger about his dnf on you by fingering your overstimulated cunt
boyfriend!lando putting you into your place after you being a brat all day and not listening to what he told you
pictures husband!lando keeps of you two in his hidden folder to jerk off to when he’s at races
streamer!lando making you cockwarm him while he streams with his friends
mean!lando making you go dumb on his dick after you joked about his dick being small and posted it online
racingrival!lando giving you a cream pie behind doors while on camera you both ‘hate’ each other
boyfriend!lando feeding your hand fixation and letting you suck his fingers (omg and the fact that lando’s hands are hugeeee makes me go dizzy just thinking of how good they would feel all over me and in my mouth)
husband!lando fucking you after you came back home from a yacht party in monaco
If you had a nickel every time you recieved a piss related text from Lando at an inopportune moment, you'd have two nickels.
Warnings: piss kink, Gremlin Lando, squirting, sort of dubcon? Dirty talk, innapropriate use of a showerhead, overstimulation
A/N: this was requested but I lost the ask so... anon I hope you see this :3
"I need you to piss on me"
You almost choked on your coffee. You were in a meeting with Andrea and a handfull of engineers when you saw the text pop up on your phone screen.
Lando was supposed to be on the sim, for god's sake.
"Christ Lando. I'm in a meeting ffs!"
"I didn't mean right now... tonight?"
You sighed. What had gotten into the man you didn't know, but this was not what you were supposed to be thinking about in a meeting with your boss.
"Can't. Got a thing. Another time?"
"Ok lmk"
"Great. Now get back on the sim before I report you to Andrea."
You met up in his hotel room a week later.
Celebrations, a McLaren 1-2, Lando in the lead. You'd drank enough champagne to fill the Nile, and there you were, being unceremoniously dragged into Lando's hotel room.
He trapped you between him and the wall, his greedy hands pinning you in place as you drunkenly made out.
But a light ache in your tummy made you pull away, albeit reluctantly.
"I need to piss, Lando"
You tried to fight him off but he was obviously much stronger, and he wasn't going to let you go that easily.
He picked you up to carry you to the bathroom.
Unfortunately, instead of heading to the toilet, he climbed into the bathtub, and settled you in his lap.
You were aching.
"Really? This? Now?"
His grin made you want to slap him. Also kiss him. He held you close, kissing up your neck as you squirmed.
"No time like the present"
His hand inched up the inside of your thigh, under your dress.
"I am not pissing on you, Lando"
You felt him smirk against your skin when his fingers brushed against the already damp fabric of you panties.
"We'll see about that"
You ended up in the same situation as last time, but with the roles reversed. You were desperate and shaking, and Lando was three fingers deep inside you, panties lazily pushed aside, pressing into your g-spot and, of course, your bladder.
The pain was getting worse, and your resolve was cracking as those damn fingers brought you closer to orgasm by the second.
"Lan- Lando, please"
He smirked. "Hmm?"
You didn't really know what you were pleading for. If he stopped you would cry, if he carried on you would surely lose control.
So you just let out a loud whine and buried your face in his neck.
Your stomach was tight, and your hips bucked against his fingers in search of more.
A chuckle rumbled in his chest, you were so tightly clenched it was squeezing his fingers, but with how wet you were it was easy to force them inside you, in and out as you cried and shook above him.
Lando was on a mission, you were going to let go, even if he had to force it out of you.
Your moans got louder, and your cunt got tighter, and eventually you couldn't do anything to stop it, you came, hard.
And then the dam broke.
First tears fell, with a sob, and you were incapable of stopping yourself from soaking Lando's hand.
The soft trickle ran down his wrist and he groaned as he kept up the pace of his fingers. Your pee was soaking his thighs through his slacks, and it was hot. Literally and figuratively.
The heat spread as it soaked the entirety of his bottom half, ruining his slacks, and his shirt. You were crying, he was moaning, the two of you looked like an absolute mess.
You clung onto him as he finally slowed, wrist aching with the angle and wrapped his arms around you tightly.
He basked in the moment, his cock was wet and throbbing in need.
"You okay?" He whispered.
You nodded and sniffled into his skin.
"Yeah" your voice cracked. "Bastard"
"Don't think you've ever come that hard before..." he teased.
You groaned and he felt you shift against him, brushing against his cock which made him shiver.
"God, I need to be inside you. Can I?"
You nodded against him and he laughed at how shy and clingy you were.
He lifted you onto the side of the tub, your back against the wall as he kneeled between your legs.
He managed to peel his pants and underwear down around his thighs to free his cock, which was heavily leaking.
He rubbed himself through your soaked folds, and pushed just the tip in lightly.
His gaze met yours, and he almost came from the look on your face.
Dishevelled didn't begin to cover how you looked, your jaw was slack as you watched his cock spreading you open, and your face was red from crying, tears clinging to your lashes.
His hands cupped your cheeks and his lips met yours. He pushed himself in to the hilt in one hard thrust, making you scream into his mouth.
His hands were soothing, the contrast in behaviours making your head spin.
He pistonned his hips into you, and the angle was so perfect you couldn't stop the moans spilling out.
He leaned against the wall next to your head with one arm, other hand going to flick your clit absentmindedly.
"You can come again, can't you? You pretend to indulge me but you're just as fucking wet for it."
He was right, the smug prick, you were more turned on than you'd ever been in your life.
"You're gonna come on my cock, yes? Show me how much you like it."
Your legs were shaking around him, and his fingers danced on your clit, perfect mix of soft and fast making your head knock into the wall behind you, and you eyes roll back in pleasure.
You could feel it mounting, white-hot and intense as he fucked into harder, angling his hips to bully your g-spot.
"Wish you could see yourself, all fucked out on my cock. I didn't know I could get you this out of it."
You couldn't answer, your orgasm was right there.
And suddenly you were coming, back arching as Lando pounded your poor cunt, and then you felt the wetness. Too much of it.
"Fuck, good girl"
Lando growled, watching you squirt all over him with wild eyes, cock aching, and he only thrust into you a few more times before he was coming himself, deep inside you.
As soon as he pulled out, he reached over to the faucet and the showerhead to turn the water on.
The feeling of the warm water on your skin shocked you, and when Lando aimed the water at your pussy you gasped and tried to squirm away and cover yourself.
Lando wasn't having that, he grabbed your wrists and held them above your head, and used his body to block your thighs from closing.
You looked at him in confusion and his mad grin almost scared you.
"Gotta clean you up, baby. Wouldn't want you getting any infections, right?"
You moaned louder as the feel of the jet on your clit made another orgasm approach, much too fast for it to be strictly pleasurable.
Your thighs shook once again, and your loud whines were music to Lando's ears.
"One more f'me? Last one, I promise"
You were crying again, and you just stared at him as he looked back into your eyes.
You let go, shout echoing in the room as you came again, trapped by Lando and his stupidly strong body.
When he saw you start to cringe in overstimulation he pulled away, instead aiming the water at your thighs to wash away all the juices covering them.
When you regained a sense of coordination he handed you the showerhead and took his clothes off, then helped you out of yours.
You washed each other, erasing all the evidence of the insanity of the evening. You also rinsed your clothes, getting all the piss out of them successfully before calling it a night.
He curled up in bed with you, equally as tired after his long ass day, and he placed gentle kisses along your shoulder until your fell asleep.
His heart swelled as he thought about how grateful he was to have you in his life, to experment on with.
He slept like that, wrapped around you like a koala as his soft snores filled the otherwise silent room. Peaceful at last.
Tonight, Alex was going to be home late, very late. You would surely be asleep by the time he rolled up.
Warnings: smut, CNC, somnophilia, roleplay?, dirty talk and rough sex, sort of size kink?, you know the drill
Alex had been out to dinner with George and Carmen, and was feeling just that side of tipsy after a few glasses of rosé.
Throughout dinner he felt the buzz of anticipation under his skin.
And he knew that if you were asleep, and a certain mug was placed on the kitchen counter when he arrived, that tonight was was going to be a lot of fun for him.
He unlocked the front door silently, stepping inside to check whether the mug was there.
It was. As soon as he spotted it he let out a shaky breath.
Show time.
He crept around silently, making his way to the bedroom, from which a soft light was leaking from the crack in the door.
You were asleep, and Alex's breath hitched when his eyes landed on your body, entangled in the sheets, and in nothing but some panties.
He was already half hard, and when his hand landed on the warm skin of your hip, his cock jumped in his slacks.
You looked so peaceful.
He moved the duvet a bit, enough to roll you onto your back gently and spread your legs.
The small damp patch on the crotch of your panties made him groan softly, he was becoming more desperate by the second.
He settled between your legs and nuzzled against the crease of your thigh, just breathing you in. He realised with a start that he was fully hard now.
With his thumb he pushed the fabric to the side, and licked his lips.
A quick glance up to check that you were still deep asleep, then he leaned down to lick a teasing stripe up your folds.
Why he was teasing he wasn't sure, there was no benefit given that you didn't even know this was happening, and at that thought his cock twitched.
He suddenly decided to skip the prep altogether, you were so relaxed there was really no need, and got his pants off as quickly as he dared.
He'd originally planned to roll you onto your front so that it was easier to hold you down once you inevitably woke up, but decided at the last minute that actually, he wanted to see your face.
He wanted those eyes to look up at him in confusion, then shock as you realised what was happening.
He lined himself up, and slowly sank into you all the way to the base.
He couldn't do that when you were awake. He had to work up to it, get you properly stretched before his whole cock could fit inside you.
But now you felt like a dream, hot and wet around him, and at the first shift of his hips you moaned in your sleep.
He grinned, sadistic and selfish, not stopping but still keeping a slow, steady rhythm.
Slowly buy surely, your body started reacting. Your brow creased. He could feel you start to clench around him, as if you could sense something was wrong, then your legs trying to close around his waist.
Then your head turned, your eyes squinted, and suddenly snapped open to look at him.
You gasped and your scared expression made his hips move faster.
"Alex?" you breathed, your brain was finally catching up with the sensations coursing through you and you clenched around him so tight he almost came on the spot.
Your arms tried to push at his chest but he quickly grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head.
You were stuck, pinned by his weight as he thrust himself inside you and you couldn't help the way your eyes watered.
"Yes, sweetheart?" His smile was mean.
You whined, trying to squirm away but it was so use. The slick sounds of him filling you over and over again were deafening.
Alex's hand moved to one of your legs, pushing it against your ribcage to open you up further, and make his cock hit deeper.
You let out a pained whine at the stetch and he smirked. He could feel himself getting closer.
"Look at you all helpless under me. I can do whatever I want to you and you can't stop me"
You just cried out harder, trying to wriggle out of his grasp. He just chuckled darkly.
"Tell me to stop"
"Stop" you whimpered.
His thrusts got harsher, and you felt fire ignite in your gut with how good he was fucking you.
"Louder, baby. I can't hear you."
"Stop!" you cried, "Please..."
"But why would I stop, baby? You're dripping for me. Hear it?"
You could. The obscene squelch of his cock forcing its way into your slick cunt made both your heads spin.
"Too... too big" you choked out a moan.
"Aww...Is my cock too big for you?" He pouted at you mockingly. Then he leaned down to growl in your ear. "I don't care. You're going to take it like you always do"
He continued splitting you open, your hips were on fire but he didn't relent, he just forced you to take it.
He shifted the angle of his thrusts ever so slightly and you keened at the change in pressure.
"I know that sound" he gasped, mad grin taking over his features. "I could recognise it anywhere. You're going to come, aren't you?"
You shook your head, tears spilling over your cheeks.
"Fucking liar."
He let go of your leg, instead sliding his his fingers over to where you clit was throbbing with need.
"Doesn't matter, I'm going to make you come whether you like it or not."
He rubbed fast, wet circles into it and you screamed. Your legs trembled with the effort of holding back, but ultimately the tight coil inside you snapped.
"Come for me baby, come on my cock. Good girl..."
Your body convulsed, eyes rolled back as he forced the orgasm out of you. Your voice cracked with how high your moans were, and Alex couldn't hold himself back anymore, he came with a loud moan inside you, before collapsing on top of you.
Both of your hips were twitching against each other while you came down from your highs, and eventually you felt his heart rate slow down.
You stroked across his back, nails mapping out the pattern of his moles. You lay there for a while, soaking each other in.
"Was that okay, babe?"
You sat in bed, glass of fruit juice in hand and a tray of various snacks between the two of you.
"Are you kidding? That was fucking perfect, baby."
Alex leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. "Thank you."
Warnings: CNC, follow up to hold me down (find it in the cnc tag), smut, innapropriate use of gym equipment, this one gets a tad wild be warned. Oscar goes nuts. Gags, restraints, breeding kink
He didn't even hear you come in.
He was so focused on his breathing, and the fact that he felt like he was about to pass out from exhaustion.
He'd been at it for a while, and although he despised cardio he knew it was important, so he soldiered through.
It wasn't until he heard the creak of the workout bench next to him when you sat down on it that he snapped out of it and looked up at you.
You were already in your pyjamas, which given the heat at the moment werent much in terms of coverage. Just a flimsy top and some thin shorts.
Nothing he couldn't rip off if need be.
He scalded himself for that thought.
"Don't stop on my account, you look hot" you lay down on the bench, just happy to give him some campany while he worked out, and you scrolled your phone while you waited for him to finish so that you could go to bed.
Oscar stared. You were laying on your stomach, the curve of your ass looked particularly enticing.
The memory of that night popped into his head. You squirming under him, trying to push him off, get him to stop, but it was no use, he was much bigger than you. A fact you loved about him.
You didn't notice he'd gotten up until he was straddling the backs of your thighs.
You laughed. "Oscar what are you doing?"
"M'gonna fuck my girlfriend, right here"
Your eyes widened, the tone of his voice told you he was serious.
"No, Oscar we need to be up early tomorrow, come on"
But his hands didn't stop squeezing your body, down your sides towards your ass. He wasn't going to stop.
You tried to sit up and push him off, but you were slammed back down against the bench.
"If you didn't want it you wouldn't be dressed like that in front of me. You know what those shorts do to me" He growled, pressing you down against the soft surface.
You gasped, a spark of arousal heating your loins.
Game time.
"No Osc, please I don't-" you squirmed, trying to swat his thighs but he caught your wrists and held them behind your back as he looked around him.
His eyes landed on a thick elastic band by his left foot. Perfect.
He used it to tie your wrists together, and now that you could only wriggle uselessly, he was free to pull your shorts down your legs.
You stared at him wide eyed in the mirror (the best investment ever, you thought) as he inspected them.
"Just like I thought..."
He scrunched them up in his hand, and your jaw dropped when he brought them up to his face and... inhaled.
That was new.
"Fuck" he rasped.
He looked at you, dark eyes scanning your body before landing on your face.
He shoved the fabric into your mouth without a second thought and you whined. Oscar sat back down on top of your thighs, and spread you open for him.
Your thighs squeezed together and he laughed meanly.
"You can't stop me baby, you know I'm too strong"
He spat, right on your cunt, which made you jump with a loud squeek. He just laughed harder and pushed a thumb inside you.
"I don't know what you're so scared of, you always take me so well... I'm sure I could fuck you just like this, no prep, and you'd fucking love it"
You tried to protest through the gag, squirming on the table but ultimately you were no match for him.
He pulled his hard cock out of his shorts, and spat on it for good measure, before bringing the tip to your entrance.
"Relax, baby, it'll hurt if you resist"
You screamed through the gag, legs agitated under him to try and dislodge him. Nothing doing, he just hiked your hips up slightly and pressed the side of your face into the bench.
"Fine, the hard way it is then..."
He thrust halfway in, and tears brimmed at your eyes. The stretch was slightly painful, but nothing you couldn't handle.
"Look at yourself..." you had no choice with the way he was holding your head, you could see your body, bent into odd angles by his strong grip. "You look so pathetic..."
His chest met your back, and he forced the rest of his cock inside you in one harsh thrust.
You jolted in his arms, shouts muffled by the gag that was now soaked in drool and tears.
He didn't give you much time to adjust, he rolled his hips, slapping against your ass as he fucked into the deepest parts of you.
Your legs were trembling already, he had to avert his eyes from the mirror in fear he'd come too soon at the sight of you all tied up and helpless while he bullied his cock into you.
You were forced to watch however, the way Oscar's hips moved, slamming into you, the force of it making your skin rub against the leather.
"Look at you taking me so well" he growled in your ear, "I told you, you're just a whore for my cock at this point, always ready to take it"
You could barely see throught the tears, and he just kept going, growling filth as he fucked your brains out.
Your voice felt raw despite not being able to be particularly loud, and your muffled screams just egged him on.
"M'gonna come inside you baby, make you all full of me..."
You bucked harder, shaking your head no but he held on firmly, pulling your hips back against his thrusts.
"Maybe if I fuck a kid into you you'll finally understand that you're mine"
He felt you clench around him, which made him chuckle. "You like that? Want me to keep you here and breed you as much as I want?"
You shook your head again, but the way your hips were chasing his thrusts told him the opposite.
"Course you want it, it's all you're good for... Such a whore for my cock that you're going to come on it, isn't that right?"
He ripped the gag out of your mouth, and you cried out.
"No! I don't want to!"
He buried his nose in your neck, one hand slithering down to where you were joined.
"Then why are you so wet? You're going to come baby, whether you like it or not."
You cried harder, shaking your head despite the undeniable pleasure rising inside you.
"Yes you are, I'm going to make you come, and there's nothing you can do to stop it..."
His fingers slipped over your clit, rubbing wet circles into it as you tried to hold off your orgasm.
"Don't fight it, let it happen..."
Your eyes rolled back and your body jerked in his hold, you were on fire, every nerve ending frayed as you came, possibly the hardest you'd ever come before.
Oscar watched you in the mirror, the way your body was trying to escape the assault of his cock inside your cunt, but he carried on, thrusting into you until his own orgasm crested, and he came inside you with a loud moan of your name.
"Good girl..." he panted. He untied your wrists first, hands gently stroking your back as you tried to even out your breathing.
Your arms flopped either side of you and you groaned at the painful ache in your shoulders.
You felt Oscar's lips ghost over them, kissing your skin softly, making his way to your neck.
"Feel so warm" he whispered.
His cock was slowly softening inside you, but he didn't feel like moving for the time being.
"That's because you just railed the fuck out of me, babe"
He giggled, you felt the rumble in his chest against your back.
"But for real though, we need to be up early so we'd better get moving"
Oscar groaned and held you tighter. "Do we have to?"
You laughed and swatted his thigh playfully.
"Not unless you want to explain to everyone why you're cancelling at the last minute"
Riiight. Oscar could picture the exact look he'd recieve from his parents, and yours, if he dared cancel their day out because of sex.
"Okay, but tomorrow night I'm making up for it with more mind blowing sex"
You rolled your eyes, smiling as you watched him stand up and tuck himself back into his shorts.
hiiii can you write a smut fic with pedri where he’s angry after a bad game so he takes it on out y/n by fucking her so hard she squirts over and over again
IN WHERE: your boyfriend comes home angry after a game and now he just wants to fuck you.
THIS ONE SHOT IS: fem!reader x pedri gonzalez
note: i don't speak english, only spanish n a little portuguese. any errors are the translator's fault.
w: smut, p in v, squirts, creampie, rough sex, dialogues in spanish (translation at the end of each one).
request open!
“Pedri… por favor, joder,” you moaned as his cock slammed into that sweet spot inside your pussy. (“Pedri… please, fuck.”)
He was furious. Inter had just knocked Barcelona out of the Champions League, and Pedri was angrier than ever.
The only thing he wanted now was to let it all out — and he found no one but you, his girlfriend, to do it with.
You’d lost count of how many times you’d come. One after another. Your mind was drunk on pleasure.
Your body barely responded. Your legs were trembling, your pussy was burning, and still Pedri kept fucking you like he didn’t care about anything else.
“Mira cómo estás…” he growled through gritted teeth, his nails digging into your hips as he kept thrusting without mercy. (“Look at you…”)
“P… por favor, no puedo más…” you whimpered. (“P… please, I can’t anymore…”)
“Sí puedes. Vas a aguantar hasta que se me pase la rabia, ¿me oíste?” (“Yes, you can. You’re going to take it until I get this anger out, you hear me?”)
His tone was dry. This wasn’t the usual sweet Pedri. No — now you were getting all his frustration, all his rage… straight into your pussy.
He yanked your hair, forcing your head up so you’d look at him over your shoulder.
“¿Sabes qué me jode más? Que nadie en ese puto equipo tenga los huevos de pelear. Nadie.” He slammed into you harder, making you slam against the couch. (“You know what pisses me off the most? That no one on that fucking team has the balls to fight. No one.”) “Pero tú sí los tienes, ¿verdad? Tú sí puedes aguantar.” (“But you do, don’t you? You can take it.”)
“¡Ah! ¡Joder, Pedri!” you cried. (“Ah! Fuck, Pedri!”)
Another squirt burst out of you uncontrollably, soaking his balls, wetting your thighs.
“Otra vez. Quiero que te corras otra puta vez.” (“Again. I want you to cum one more fucking time.”)
“P… pero…” (“B… but…”)
“Te dije que me dejes vaciarme, coño. No preguntes.” (“I told you to let me empty myself, fuck. Don’t ask.”)
You had no choice. He picked you up, threw you onto the dining table, and kept fucking you without pause.
Your screams filled the apartment.
You weren’t thinking anymore. You were just body, sweat, and a wild, primal need to please him.
Pedri clenched his jaw, threw his head back, and came inside you, deep, so deep you felt the heat bloom inside your core.
“Pedri… amor,” you whispered, voice broken, tangled in your moans. (“Pedri… love.”)
“No me llames así ahora,” he muttered. “No me lo pongas difícil.” (“Don’t call me that now. Don’t make it harder for me.”)
And without warning, he lifted your right leg and propped it up on the table, changing the angle. His cock hit that exact spot — the one that made you see stars — over and over again.
“Pedri… no, si me sigues así me voy a— ¡joder!” (“Pedri… no, if you keep going like this I’m gonna— fuck!”)
Your back arched violently. A spasm shot through your spine and you exploded into an orgasm you didn’t even ask for. One that ripped a scream straight out of your throat.
Another.
Another hot squirt gushed out of you, soaking his pelvis, his abs, the whole table, and part of the floor. Your thighs shook uncontrollably, and your hands clung to the edge as if you were about to fall.
“Hostia puta…” Pedri murmured, staring at you like he couldn’t believe what he’d just done. (“Holy fuck…”)
You couldn’t even speak. Your breath came in broken gasps, your skin burned, and your pussy throbbed with the aftershocks of his final thrusts. He noticed. And finally fucked you three more times.
Then he came again. Another goddamn time. He spilled himself inside you with such force that his legs gave out, and he collapsed on top of you, panting. You felt his hot cum flood you, leaking down your thighs, mixing with your own juices.
At last — silence.
Your legs gave out completely, and he caught you. He lifted you into his arms without saying a word, like you were something fragile. Your eyes were half-closed, your body limp, still trembling from how hard you’d come.
He carried you to the bathroom. Turned the shower on. Warm water started running as he stepped in with you, letting your body rest against his chest.
“Lo siento, amor…” he whispered. “Me pasé. Me pasé muchísimo.” (“I’m sorry, love… I went too far. Way too far.”)
