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[miffystappen]

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MINE!! hcs, imagines, aus masterpost (ongoing)

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no ship wars idgaf

[miffystappen]

if ur not texting bestie like this r u Rlly besties

[miffystappen]

when u pull up to the look like a baby bunny challenge and ur opponent is oscar piastri

[miffystappen]

this one’s for u twinnem i need u to know i still think abt this every day deadass also srry its dark as fuck the power is out this is the best pic i can get in my trying times 😭😭🫶🫶

@thespiresleeps

[miffystappen]

a moment for streamer max x his social media manager george

[miffystappen]

throwing a “we all blow our shit smoove off” party whose coming guys

[cadillacjohnf1]

"face reveal" and it's just me peeling off my mask to reveal that i've inexplicably been Checo Perez this entire time

[miffystappen]

mister community cock over here

[foxlaren]

my top 5 oscar piastri expressions

5 - Boyfriend Smile

4 - did not hear what the fuck you just said

3 - 'ehrmmm'

2 - looking up at other men

1 - SMUG

[miffystappen]

if i started posting f1 playlists what platform should i use? what do YOU use basically.

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soundcloud

spotify

youtube

Voting ended onJun 3

[finifugue]

*holds your face in my hands* listen to me. Mercedes is a femme. Red Bull is a butch. Ferrari is a girl you met at a club and she smiled at you and tilted your head back and poured tequila down your throat and you let her because of course you would look at her of course you'd do anything to make her smile and she giggled when you had tequila dripping down your throat and she sort of looked like she could kill you but she also sort of looked like to draw mortal blood near her would break her heart but she also sort of looked like she would cry gold tears but then she turned around and walked into the crowd and you ended up sitting on the side of the road looking at your reflection in a puddle in the stormwater drain and you never saw her again. And mclaren is a twink.

[tumehest]

George Russell

[oranttta]

.SIT

STAY.

and beg.

[tyrestrategist]

[honeybadgerlena]

beg for it | gr63

author's note: i think i got carried away again!! this fic is quite literally about pegging george russell, bc i fear that my friend put the idea into my head and i just had to put it into a lovely fic. anyways.. there needs to be more content about how pretty george would look crying after being fucked. just me? enjoy!!

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni), oral (m & f receiving), sub!george, dom!reader, anal fingering, pegging, degradation AND praise, a bit of name-calling, bratty george, george def goes into subspace, rough sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, face-riding, fingering, squirting, aftercare

word count: 9.2k

you’re reading a book, curled up on the couch in the living room of your shared apartment with george. it’s late, the sun already tucked beneath the horizon, the night giving the apartment a calm sort of quiet. you can hear george in the kitchen, the faint clinking of glassware echoing in the quiet space.

out of the corner of your eye, you see him hesitate in the doorway before stepping further into the living room. you don’t think much of it, but you turn your head to look at him anyways. he lets out a huff, and you raise a brow. he’s been moving around the apartment all night, shifting from the kitchen to the living room and back, like something is nagging at him.

“are you alright?” you ask, stretching out on the couch as he comes to stand in front of you. his lips press into a thin line as he hesitates again before nodding. “yeah, i’m fine.” his arms cross over his chest, and you let out a snort.

it’s a lie. you can tell by the way he won’t fully meet your eyes, and the way his shoulders carry a little more tension than normal. george isn’t the type to stumble over words or shy away from a conversation, usually exuding confidence. but right now, he looks like he’s almost scared to say anything, having to work up the ability to say what’s on his mind.

you slip the bookmark between the pages you were on as you sit it to the side, turning your full attention to him. “tell me what’s up, love.” you hum, watching as he worries his bottom lip between his teeth slightly. “you’re a terrible liar.”

he exhales sharply, dragging a hand through his hair. his eyes meet yours, and there’s a hunger in them that makes you blush. “i want you to fuck me.”

the air between the two of you stills.

your brain feels like it short-circuits, blinking up at him as his words settle in. you know he’s watching you, waiting for some kind of reaction, but all you can do is let his words replay in your head as you feel a heat start low in your core. you tilt your head, watching the way his jaw tightens ever so slightly, and the way his breathing seems uneven.

you don’t say anything immediately, looking at his face expecting to see a flicker of doubt or hesitation, but see none. george watches you, and you can tell he’s practically challenging you to react to him. he’s never like this, never the one waiting or in a hurry to hand over the reins. you get up from the couch, walking to stand right in front of him.

“you’ve been with men before,” you hum, voice soft as you see how tense his shoulders are. “so what’s got you so worked up about this?”

you watch his adam’s apple bob as he swallows thickly, the heat in your gut making you want to bite into the skin, to sink your teeth into him and hear his delicious sounds. “because it’s you,” he murmurs, “i know what it’s like to get fucked, but with you..” he hesitates for a second, looking away from your intense gaze. “i need it.”

his admission has that curl of heat inside you expanding, a hint of dominance making its way into your body. something about the idea of being railed by you had him blushing. “is that right?” you muse, your hand going to trail down the front of his chest. “you’ve been thinking about this?”

his lips twitch slightly, caught somewhere between amusement and desire. “a long time.” he replies, watching the path your hand takes. he’s not just giving in to you, he’s trusting you with something that goes deeper than just control. you can see the subtle flicker of dominance from him, the one who usually has you at his mercy. you can’t help the smirk that makes its way to your face, bringing your hand up to cup his jaw. “i want you to.. to ruin me.”

your own breath hitches, grinning up at him. “something tells me that the reason this is different is because you’re used to giving up control when it’s taken from you.” you hum, tilting his chin just enough to make him have to hold your gaze. you can see the anticipation in his eyes, and it makes your smile widen. “but now, you’re giving it up to me, aren’t you?”

his breathing stutters, swallowing thickly as he looks down at you. “i bought everything we’d need,” he murmurs, his voice low enough to sound like a confession. his gaze leaves you to look towards your shared bedroom, catching your eye as well.

your pulse jumps, a knowing smile on your face. you should’ve expected nothing less from george, every detail already handled even when he isn’t in total control. the anticipation between the two of you is charged, thick with the knowledge that he’s offering himself up to you, handing you all the control.

george’s jaw tightens, and for a brief second you think he’s going to change his mind, to make you the one trembling under his touch. it’s like an instinct to pull you into him, and his hands twitch as if he’s refraining from taking on the familiar dominant role.

“you really thought this through, didn’t you?” you purr, cocking your head. you let your lips brush against his jaw, pressing a soft open-mouthed kiss to his heated skin. “thinking about me taking control turns you on, doesn’t it?”

george swears under his breath, his hands flexing as they make their way to rest lightly on your hips. he’s holding himself back from dragging you into a breathless kiss, letting you take the lead, and it’s intoxicating. “you already know the answer.”

“say it.”

“yes.” he breathes, voice full of need. his hands find your hips, his grip firm but not controlling. “i want you to take control, love.”

“poor thing,” you murmur, your smile wicked as you see him melt into your teasing kisses. “you must be dying to let go, hm?”

he makes a low whine, frustration and desperation evident in the sound. his resolve doesn’t let up, still pushing back to see what you’ll do. “so do something about it.”

you grin against his neck. “eager, aren’t we? my good boy..”

he groans quietly at your words, his grip on your hips flexing as he lets himself be guided through whatever you want.

your hand goes from his jaw to trail down his neck, nails lightly scratching over his adam’s apple that bobs slightly as he swallows again. his jaw tenses, and for a second, you think he’ll ignore your teasing. instead he exhales, tilting his head back to give you better access to his neck. “can’t help it.”

“i bet you thought about telling me sooner,” you hum, your hands caressing over his shoulders, fingers working at the buttons of the shirt he has on. “maybe you thought about it when you had me under you, begging for more..”

your hands work over the heated skin of his torso as it’s revealed to you, skimming over his muscular physique. he lets out a groan, looking down at you with lidded eyes.

“did you think about it when you were deep inside me, thinking about how it would feel if i were the one in charge of you?” you purr. you look up at him with dark eyes, licking your lips. you finish unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it off of his broad shoulders as you do.

his breathing catches, a muscle in his jaw twitching. “fucking hell,” his hands leave your hips, as if he’s resisting from touching you without permission. “please, love..”

he wants this. he really wants this.

the idea of him submitting to you already has warmth spreading through your body, leaning up to press another kiss to his neck. “all it took this whole time was a bit of teasing. you’re already that desperate for it?” you grin, watching his every movement with interest.

george opens his mouth like he’s going to deny it, but then shuts it as you arch a brow, daring him to lie. “why don’t you stop talking and do something about it?” he muses, and the retort has you laughing quietly.

you can see everything in the way he’s looking down at you. he wants to fight against the submission, but deep down he needs to be taken apart by you in the most intimate way possible. he wants you to take it, to earn it, breaking him down bit by bit.

“relax, baby,” you murmur, tilting his head down until his forehead rests against yours. “i’ve got you.”

“on your knees,” you order gently, tilting your head down. he lets out a breath, a flash of something dark and eager present in his eyes. for a moment he doesn’t move, like he’s weighing his options. he moves slowly, sliding down until he’s on his knees in front of you, looking up through his thick lashes.

you let out a pleased hum, heat flooding through you as he kneels in front of you, hands flexing where they’re resting on his thighs. he wants to be told what to do, wants you to take whatever you want from him. you reach down to caress his jaw gently. “good boy..”

“only because i want to be,” he retorts, the fire still in his eyes.

you smirk at his comment as you thread your hand through his hair, tugging just enough to make his head tilt back further. he lets out a guttural sounding groan, and holy fuck you could get drunk off the sound of him below you.

his hands twitch again from where they’re resting on his thighs, like he wants to touch you, but won’t move unless he’s told to.

“let’s take this to the bedroom, hm?” you ask, tilting your head as you look down at him on his knees below you. your thumb brushes over his bottom lip, and you feel his breath stutter beneath your touch.

he grins up at you, nipping at your thumb as you slid it slightly further into his mouth. “lead the way,” he muses, standing up to follow your lead.

you feel him following behind you, his steps slow. you can tell he’s very much still trying to hang onto his usual dominance, but it’s slipping ever so slightly away from him.

when the two of you get to the bedroom, you don’t give him a chance to hesitate. you press your palm to his chest, guiding him back towards the bed, pushing him down onto it. you see the bag of supplies he got sitting on the dresser, and you keep a mental note of it.

george falls onto the mattress, catching himself as he looks up at you with a twinge of surprise. “so pushy,” he muses, smirking up at you after he gets a chance to recover. he props himself on his elbows, trying to cover the way his breathing is uneven by grinning up at you. “you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

you hum as you crawl onto the bed, swinging a leg over his hips to fully pin him below you. “you love it.” you purr, smiling sweetly down at him as your hands rest on his bare chest.

he scoffs, looking up at you with the challenge still burning in his eyes. “i don’t know if you have what it takes.” he presses, tilting his chin up to smirk at you. “you’re talking all big, but you’re not as nearly in charge as you think you are.”

you let out a snort, rolling your hips down onto him, just enough to make his breathing falter. “i can stop.” you muse, dragging your nails down his chest as you move away from him ever so slightly.

his hands are on your hips immediately, gripping them so you can’t retreat. “don’t you fucking dare.” he hisses, eyes blown wide.

you smirk, licking your lips as you stare down at him. “you know, i think you like giving up control,” you murmur, fingers running over his pecs. “you just don’t want to admit it.”

his breath catches when your nails rake over his nipples, but he recovers smoothly. “maybe i’m just eager to see what you’ve got, darling.” his voice wavers ever so slightly, and it makes your grin wider.

“you're acting like this isn’t what you want, talking back like that to me.” you sigh, rolling his nipples between your fingers, laughing quietly as he arches slightly into the touch. “but here you are, waiting for whatever i’m going to do to you.. it’s adorable.”

george swallows, eyes looking to your lips before he meets your eyes again. “i’m not adorable. handsome maybe. strong.. dominant but not-”

you cut off his long-winded spiel by wrapping your hand around his throat- not squeezing, just holding. he inhales sharply, letting out a soft noise. “if you really wanted control right now,” you purr, tightening your grip around his neck just enough to feel his pulse racing under your fingers. “you would take it.”

his body melts into the mattress under your touch, his cocky smirk fading into something hungrier. “fucking hell,” he mutters, looking up at you. “you’re good at this.”

you let out a hum, releasing his throat as your hands trail back down over his chest. “i know.”

he huffs, still holding onto the bratty energy. “i swear to god, if you keep running your mouth and fucking teasing-”

you grab his wrists, pinning it above his head swiftly before he can think to finish his sentence. “if i what?” you muse, cocking your head down at him. “what’re you gonna do? are you going to stop me?” you lean in closer to him, lips barely ghosting over his. “or, are you gonna be good and take it?”

george’s breathing stutters, his body shifting under you like he’s considering fighting against your grip, but he doesn’t. you let out a pleased laugh, kissing the corner of his mouth. “you’re so easy once you stop pretending..” you purr.

he lets out a breathless laugh, but there isn’t any real resistance in his body anymore. “didn’t think you had this in you.”

“that’s cute,” you scoff, shifting your hips just enough that you hear his breath hitch again. “you didn’t already know what i can do?”

he grins up at you, licking his lips. “and what are you capable of, sweetheart?” he muses, letting out a soft groan as you roll your hips down onto him again.

you tuck your head under his chin, dragging your teeth along the column of his throat as you feel his pulse hammering below you. “breaking you,” you whisper, digging your teeth in right above his adam’s apple teasingly.

he lets out a moan, tilting his head back to give you room to work. “god, your ego..”

you laugh quietly, pressing a slow kiss right over his racing pulse. “tell me how much you love it.”

he shudders underneath you. “i..” he hesitates, like he’s still trying to tease you, then exhales sharply. “fuck, yeah.. i love it. love you.”

“good boy..”

his hips jerk up, making a soft strangled noise. “you love saying that, don’t you?” he mutters, the blush on his face making him look delectable below you.

“and you love hearing me say it.” you retort, running your hands over the muscles of his abdomen. you pull back to meet his gaze, loving the heat you can see in his eyes, raw and unguarded. “now let’s see what you got for me.”

you push off from where you’re still straddling him, walking to grab the bag. “oh you did get everything,” you mutter, a grin on your face. you pull out the harness, the lube, and the multiple size strap-ons. you hold up one, looking at him and raising a brow. “how much do you wanna take tonight?”

his face is bright red, the blush dusting his cheeks darkening. “whatever you want.” he mumbles, giving you a sheepish grin.

you feel heat building in your core at his answer, grinning back at him. “whatever i want, hm?” you repeat, walking over to him with the bag. your hands find the button of his pants, deftly undoing the zip as you work them down his legs. “i want to make you feel so good, baby..”

he watches you with wide eyes, licking his lips as you undress him. when your hand brushes over his obvious erection, he lets out a moan that has your thighs squeezing together. “fuck, please..”

you work the rest of his clothes off, grinning to yourself at his obvious arousal. once he’s left in just his boxers, you climb your way back over him, leaning down to kiss him breathlessly. he whimpers into the kiss, his hands coming up to grip your hips tightly.

“darling, please touch me..” george murmurs, his lips slotting with yours perfectly. you slide a hand between the two of you to rub over the length of his cock over his boxers, thumb teasing over the head.

“you’re so good for me, aren’t you?” you purr, smiling sweetly as you pull back, him following you to chase after your lips. he lets out a frustrated sigh, leaning back into the sheets of the bed. “take these off for me and let me get what we need.” your hand squeezes over his length as you get off the bed, digging through the bag.

you pull out one of the straps, holding it up to where he can still see what you’re doing, grinning when he seems to get antsy. his face heats up, the tips of his ears red as he tries to keep playing it cool, even as he shifts restlessly under your gaze.

“not feeling so bratty anymore?” you muse, shoving the bag to the side after you get everything you’d need to completely break him. he scowls, moving to try and sit up, but you raise a brow down at him and he stops in his tracks. “lay down.”

his body reacts before his mind has time to protest, breath hitching as he lays back down. you can tell he’s trying to ignore it, the way he obeyed without hesitation.

you laugh softly, running a hand over the inside of his bare thigh. “you’re already slipping, aren’t you?” you murmur, smiling sweetly down at him.

he grits his teeth, avoiding the easiness that settles over him with your touch. “you wish,” he huffs.

you smile down at him. “you know i think is funny? you’ve been in this bed with me hundreds of times, always acting like you’re the one in charge.” you lean down close to him again until your breath ghosts against his lips. “yet you bought all this stuff just hoping i would wreck you.”

he doesn’t say anything, but you see the fight leaving him more and more. you wrap your hand around the base of his throat again, just light enough for him to know you weren’t going to be easy with him. his eyelids flutter shut, hips arching up before he can stop himself.

“please..”

his voice is so soft that you barely hear him, like saying anything out loud would fully cement your control over him. “oh, baby,” you purr, kissing a trail down from his jaw to his stomach, grinning when you see his cock jump at the attention out of the corner of your eye. “you’re so good for me..”

his eyes meet yours, dark and half-wrecked already. “fuck you,” he groans weakly, though the words hold no real heat.

you smile down at him as you wrap a hand around his length. “i’m getting there, love,” you purr. “you’re trying so hard not to beg for it..”

he lets out a moan as you lick over the tip of him, fingers twitching in the bed sheets as he refrains from grabbing a fistful of your hair. “i’m not-”

you cut him off by flicking your tongue against his head, and the sound that breaks out of him is pathetic. you tease his cock, licking a stripe up the length, just enough to drive him mad.

george moans, his head falling back against the pillows, hands twitching like he wants to flip the dynamic and fuck your mouth. but he won’t. not unless you let him. when you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, he grunts, hips canting up into your touch. “stop teasing, please, just-”

you cut him off by taking him into your mouth fully, deep enough to make him break off his sentence with a pornographic moan. your hands rest on his thighs, holding him open for you as you bob your head slowly.

“f-fuck,” his voice shakes with it, hips straining against your hold. he’s trying to hold himself together, but you can feel the tension winding tighter every time you sink down around him.

you pull off, grinning up at him. “good boy..”

he whimpers as you take him back into your mouth, pulling those wrecked little noises from him until his thighs are practically vibrating underneath your grip. his cock is slick with your spit when you pull off again, rock hard against his stomach and flushed.

“you’re trying so fucking hard to act like you didn’t ask for this,” you murmur, wrapping your hand around the base of him, barely enough pressure to make him groan. “i could just make you come like this instead..” you purr, stroking over him with a slow drag of your hand. “could have you spilling all over yourself before i even get the chance to fuck you..”

his head tips back, muttering expletives as you run your thumb over the head of his cock. “but you didn’t buy all these supplies just to get your dick sucked, did you?” you muse, his eyes finding yours as he swallows hard. his jaw flexes, the last bit of pride he’s clinging onto evident in his blown pupils.

george’s hands try to find any part of you he can reach, and you’re quick to smack them away, pinning them to the bed again. “i didn’t tell you to touch.” you stand from your spot, stripping out of your own clothes, practically soaking through your panties at having him laid out for you like this. you step into the harness that he got for you, grinning as you see his breathing hitch.

you secure the buckles, grabbing the lube from where you put it down earlier. his eyes watch you closely, and you can’t help the laugh that leaves you. “are you getting nervous on me, love?” you murmur.

he scowls at you, but his tone can’t conceal the need in his voice. “i’m not nervous.”

“excited, then?” you tease.

he lets out a huff, the brattiness still rearing its head. but you can fix that..

you open the cap of the lube, letting the cool liquid drip down from the base of his dick and over his balls, him hissing lightly at the temperature. your fingers trail down with the liquid, spreading him open more for you with your free hand. “that’s it, good boy..” you purr, pressing the tip of your finger against him, barely enough to even be considered teasing. “let me open you up nice and slow, baby..”

george’s breath catches, his hips jerking against your hand before he can stop himself. “i hate you,” he grits out, head thrown back onto the bed behind him.

you smirk down at him. “no, you don’t.” you push your finger forward, cautiously easing a finger into him, knuckle by knuckle.

the moan he lets out goes straight to your core, watching his face screw up in pleasure. you push your finger further in, grinning when his legs tremble ever so slightly. “there we go,” you muse, working the finger in and out as he relaxes around you. “feel good?”

george lets out a breathy whine, nodding fervently. his legs spread more for you, allowing you to get closer as you let out a noise of your own. your finger crooks inside of him slightly and he lets out a sharp cry, mouth falling open into a beautiful ‘o’ shape.

“t-there, fuck, love..” he groans, biting his lip as he looks down at you between his spread legs. you smile sweetly, stroking over the spot again, loving how he’s unraveling below you. you lick a stripe up the underside of his length, taking just the head into your mouth as his hips jerk up. he lets out a strangled moan, hands fisting in the sheets as he refrains from grabbing your hair and pushing you further down onto his length. “feels s’good..”

you bob your head on his length, choking slightly when his hips twitch up again, feeding you more of his length. your finger works over his prostate again, and he keens underneath you, his head falling back onto the plush pillows. you pull off, bringing your free hand to replace your mouth so you can watch him fall apart underneath you.

“can you take more for me?”

george’s acceptance is immediate, and you work two fingers inside of him, his noises growing in volume as he arches into your actions. you keep pressure firmly against his prostate, loving the way he looks below you, all flushed and breathless. “yes, fuck yes..” he groans, running one of his hands through his hair.

you work him open, scissoring your fingers as well to prepare him, watching his face for any signs of discomfort. “you’re doing so well for me, george..” you sigh, wrapping your other hand back around his length.

the sight of him laid out beneath you, moaning so sweetly, whimpering every time your fingers would graze over his prostate, has you feeling like you’re in complete control.

you run your hand up the inside of his thigh, laughing when he whines quietly. “so responsive for me, aren’t you?” you muse, sliding another finger into him. he lets out a muffled groan, his arm pressed over his face. “come on, don’t hide from me, pretty boy. let me hear all those pretty sounds you make for me.”

you reach your free hand up to move his arms, him moaning in protest. “darling, please..” he looks down at you through his thick lashes, the desperation so clear in his eyes.

“what do you need?” you ask, speeding up the pace of hands both inside and around his cock, your own breath hitching at the sheer need in his eyes as he looks down at you.

“more, anything, please..” he groans, eyes shining with unshed tears. you twist your fingers just right, and his whole body jerks, hips bucking up as he lets out a wrecked sounding moan that he can’t bite back fast enough. “fuck!”

his hands are fisted in the sheets, knuckles white, like he’s barely holding himself together. every breath he lets out comes out a little rougher, every small whine breaking higher. you press your fingers right against his prostate, his answering moan sounding like music to your ears.

you pull your fingers out slowly, reveling in the way he whines at the loss, hip hips rocking up like he’s chasing the stretch. he’s deliciously flushed, his chest heaving as he glares halfheartedly at you. but you both know, he’s already wrecked for you.

“you really are much more handsome like this, you know.” you say, grabbing the dildo to put into the harness and strapping it slowly, watching his eyes flick down to watch you with rapt attention. “all that attitude that you gave me, and you’re still gonna let me split you open, aren’t you?”

george lets out a pained noise, squeezing his eyes shut like he’s trying to ignore how much your words are getting to him. he can’t hide the way his dick twitches against his stomach, leaving a trail of precome behind. “christ, you’re a menace..” he mutters, gritting his teeth.

you crawl back onto the bed, pinning him down below you, letting the tip of the strap-on drag teasingly between his thighs, beside his leaking cock. “you love it.” you murmur, grabbing the lube to slick up the toy as he watches with bated breath.

“tell me you love it.”

he practically shudders, his hands finding your hips and grabbing on to pull you close. “yeah, fuck, i love it..”

you grin, pushing the head of the dildo up to his entrance, relishing in the whimper he lets out. “good boy, you were just made for this, weren’t you?” you keep inching into him, watching his face as his mouth falls open, a broken moan leaving him.

“shut up,” he laughs out, though it’s shaky and uneven as he looks up at you.

you smirk, thrusting in a little harder, just to watch his face contort as a moan leaves him. “you don’t get to tell me what to do anymore, baby..”

his head falls back against the pillows, breathing coming out in sharp, desperate little gasps as you start to fuck him open, working the strap in inch by inch until his legs are wrapping around your waist, pulling you deeper. “come on, baby. thought you could handle whatever i’ve got?”

his hips jerk helplessly, whining. “i.. i can,”

you pull out until just the tip is inside of him, holding him there until he’s practically squirming beneath you. his hips rock up into you- instinctive and desperate- like he’s trying to fuck himself onto your strap without meaning to.

“oh look at you, so fucking eager..”

george growls, his face burning red as he tries to deny it. “you’re such a fucking-”

you press fully forward, and the words die in his throat as he chokes on a moan. his legs fall open wider for you, hips rolling up like he’s desperate to take more. “go on, speak up baby.” you purr, leaning over him to kiss up his throat.

he whines high in his throat, head tipping back to let you have more access to the smooth expanse of his throat. your hands wander from his shoulders down to his chest, his cock twitching against his stomach as you catch one of his nipples with the action. “look at you, fucking yourself on my cock like a filthy slut,” you murmur, pressing in deeper, grinding the strap into him.

george doesn’t have a response, his eyes fluttering shut as you fuck him, every roll of your hips making him let out soft little noises of pleasure. you lick your lips as you suck a mark high on the side of his neck, the color blooming into hues of purple beneath your teeth.

“you’ve been thinking about this for so long.. dreaming about this, haven’t you?” you muse, the cockiness clear in your voice. his eyes squeeze shut, like he’s going to try to still deny it, so you pull out, waiting for his distressed moan before you snap your hips forward, dragging against his prostate.

george lets out a loud cry, back arching as his hands scramble for purchase on your back, trying to pull you impossibly closer. “yes, yeah, fuck-”

your grin widens, grinding your hips in slow circles until he’s practically shaking beneath you, bottom lip caught between his teeth. you lean down to kiss him softly, licking into his mouth. “such a good boy,”

he moans into your mouth, trying to kiss you back as he continues to pant and cry at the speed of your movements hitting his prostate so perfectly every time. you pull away from him, grinning as you hear his noise of protest as he tries to chase your lips. your hand slips between the two of you to find his cock, wrapping your fingers around him as your thumb smears the precome that’s been steadily leaking from him since you started.

“look at you, letting me take you however i want,” you murmur, voice low and sensual. “gonna let me wreck you?”

george whines, hips twitching as he tries to thrust up into your hand and fuck himself further onto your strap, the sight making heat build in your core as you get to watch his desperate movements. “please, fuck- yes, please wreck me,”

you pump his dick faster and fuck him harder until he’s sobbing beneath you, his hips jerking helplessly, still trying to cling to that last scrap of his cockiness from earlier. “such a good boy..” you hum, giving small thrusts deep into him, grinding the toy into him.

“love, please, i’m-” his breath catches, and he’s spilling all over himself and your hand, moaning loud and broken up at the ceiling as you continue to fuck him through it.

you work him through it, stilling your hips finally as you release his cock, licking your hand clean with a low hum in the back of your throat. your eyes never leave his, but you still see the twitch of his dick, as his chest moves in uneven and shuddering breaths. you pull out of him, not missing the small pained noise he lets out at the feeling of being empty.

“i hope you don’t think i’m done with you, darling.” you smile sweetly, watching as his glassy eyes snap to you.

he drops his head back onto the pillows beneath him, still trying to catch his breath. “you,” he trails off, licking his lips as he lets out a shaky exhale. “you think i can’t take more?”

oh, so that’s the brat you’re dealing with. he wants you to break him, own him, fuck him until all he can do is hoarsely cry out is your name.

“i know you can take more, because you’re still being a brat.” you sigh, manhandling him to roll onto his stomach, spread out below you. he lets out a small noise of protest, but makes no movement to stop you. you slide your hands up under his hips, working him up onto his knees and pushing his legs apart. “god, look at you..” you breathe, running your hands down his back.

he’s arching so pretty for you, his back dipping into a delicious curve as his face gets pressed against the pillows. he’s already spreading his legs wider, offering himself up to you without a conscious thought. “shut up,” he mutters, though the words hold no real heat.

you laugh to yourself at his attempt to still talk back, running your fingers over his fluttering hole, dragging through the slick of the lube from the first round. he shudders, pushing into your touch, and god, you’re never going to forget how good he just takes it. your other hand smooths over his ass, slapping it just to watch him jolt beneath you.

george shudders, inhaling sharply as his fingers curl in the sheets below him, whining as you push the tip of the dildo up against him, not pushing in.

“such a fucking brat,” you huff, grinding the head of the toy against him. “i wish you could see yourself now, spreading your legs and arching back onto me like a good slut.”

he groans, hips arching back like he’s trying to take you in without having to admit how badly he wants it.

“you want me to fuck you again, baby?”

his breath hitches, but he doesn’t answer, silently retaliating against you, even though you both know he wants it more than anything else right now. you slap his ass again, sharper, and he breaks. “yes! fuck, please.. fuck me,”

you laugh condescendingly, trailing your hand down to grab a handful of his hair, pulling his head back as his mouth falls open on a perfect little wrecked wail. “that’s what i thought,” you purr, sinking back into him, grinning to yourself as he pushes himself back onto you, fucking himself onto your cock like he craves the feeling.

“you’re so fucking greedy,” you pant, watching as his back arches more to take you in deeper when you release his hair. “i could fuck you all night, and you’d still beg for more, wouldn’t you?”

george whimpers, but he nods against the sheets, hips pressing back into every thrust you give him. he’s fucking gorgeous like this, face buried in the sheets, mouth open, silently begging under his breath for whatever you’ll give him. no smart-mouthed comments, just submission as you fuck him harder until he’s practically drooling onto the mattress, clawing at the sheets below him like he’s trying to hold himself together.

“you want to come again for me, darling?” you murmur pressing on his chest to make him arch more into you, fully pinning him down as you wreck him. “face down, ass up, taking my cock like a good boy?”

george lets out a broken, wrecked noise, the sound going straight between your legs. you smack his ass again, and he’s coming untouched, spilling a pitiful amount of come onto the sheets as you grind into him until he’s done. you work him through it, and when you pull out, he’s twitching and gasping like he doesn’t even know his own name anymore.

“such a pretty boy, so good for me..” you whisper, grinning as his legs tremble when he collapses forward onto the mattress. he lets out a small mewl of protest as you pull away from him, rolling onto his side. “think you got one more in you, baby?”

he looks at you with wide eyes, breath catching audibly at the question. he doesn’t answer, so you grab him by his waist, pulling him until he’s straddling your lap, legs still shaking with exertion. he lets out a gasp, eyes unfocused and hazy as his hands catch his weight by resting on your shoulders.

“come on..” you chide softly, voice smooth. you grab his hips, dragging him forward to grind against the strap-on, slick with the mess of his release and lube.

he winces at the action, eyelids fluttering as his cock gives a pitiful kick of interest at the friction. you know him, you know he wants to be done, wants to curl up next to you and sleep for hours; but another part of him is too desperate for this, for you, to not stop until he can’t go any longer.

george rests his sweaty forehead against your own, breath stuttering as he swallows hard. he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t need to say anything, as he rolls his hips forward enough for the tip of the toy to catch on his rim, letting out a pornographic moan as he sinks down onto it.

your grip tightens on his waist, helping him work his way down until he’s fully seated on you, his mouth open as his eyes screw shut. “fucking hell, darling..” you murmur, your thumb rubbing soothing circles onto his hip. “you love this, don’t you?”

his hips twitch in response, mumbling at you to shut up. you grin, holding him steady over you, but you don’t move. you let yourself just sit there, stretching him open, but not thrusting. not taking control like you have all night. not giving him what you know he needs.

“fucking.. ugh, you-” he murmurs, hips shifting as he grinds himself down against you, trying to get you to move.

“you wanted to ride, pretty boy,” you muse, your hands sliding to massage the muscles of his thighs. “so ride me. show me how good my cock feels.”

george’s eyes go wide, his breath shuddering, but he starts moving. he starts slow, reveling in the way you’re stretching him out all over again, but quickly gets impatient. his movements become more desperate and needy, his thighs burning as he bounces onto you.

his mouth is stuck open in that pretty little ‘o’ shape again, and fuck, he’s never looked so beautiful. riding you, his back arching, head tilting back when he finds the perfect angle, he looks like an angel. he’s trembling, sweaty, and messy, all for you. all because you’ve taken him apart and made him feel so good he can barely even move.

you let him try to ride you until his pace stutters, fully collapsed forward onto you, gasping against your lips as he tries to kiss you. you take over, gripping his hips and moving them for him as he whines into your neck.

every time you know he gets close you still your movements, basking in the pathetic whimpers he lets out as he tries to grind down to chase after the high. you’re loving it, loving the way his legs keep shaking more and more every time you stop moving, the way he’s panting and pleading for you into the crook of your neck.

his breath is cracking on every little noise, too wrecked to do anything else besides cling to you desperately and beg. his head falls to rest on your shoulder, breathing hot and ragged as one of his hands fists in your hair, the other digging into your shoulder. “f-fuck, come on, please darling..” he mumbles, the words almost slurring together.

“aw, darling,” you coo, gripping his shaking thighs. “what’s wrong? you were so mouthy before..”

george whimpers, a soft keen that makes you clench around nothing, feeling your own wetness pooling between your thighs for how long you’ve been fucking him and not touching yourself. you grip his hair, dragging his head back just enough to see the mess you’ve turned him into.

his eyes are glassy, cheeks flushed, lips red and bitten raw. there are tears clinging to his lashes, and he’s never looked prettier before. “you gonna cry for me, baby?” you murmur, brushing your thumb over his swollen lip. his breath stutters, opening his mouth like he wants to retort something back, but all that comes out is the softest whimper.

you grin, rolling up your hips up nice and slow, grinding against that perfect little spot inside him, just enough to make him tremble in your lap, a gasp leaving him.

“that’s it,” you purr, hands roaming all over his body. “look at you, my pretty boy, so fucking ruined because of my cock, hm?” he lets out a cry, his whole body shaking as he tries to fuck himself onto you more. “you wanna come for me, baby?”

he nods immediately, frantic and breathless, jolting as you wrap your hand around his cock again. he’s writhing against your touch, and lets out a little sob as your thumb circles the swollen tip of his length.

“beg for it.”

george whimpers, his whole body overworked, wrecked, and trembling, even as he tries to grind down onto you.

“what do you say, baby?”

any remaining resolve he has shatters with his desperation to come, and he’s pleading.

“please, please- fuck, i’m your good boy! i’ve been so good for you, please, let me come..”

you groan openly, feeling more wetness pool between your thighs as you grind your hips up into him, giving him exactly what he needs. he’s coming apart at the seams, practically vibrating with the need running through him, and that’s when you tighten your grip around his length. you pump him tightly, hand twisting and curling just how you know he loves it, and he screams as he arches in your lap. he’s coming so hard it leaves him shaking and twitching, sobbing against your neck as you work him through every little tremor.

he lays in your arms, limp and boneless, crying at the aftershocks as you press your lips to his ear, kissing him softly. “such a good boy for me..”

he whimpers in response, his whole body trembling as he melts into your soothing touch, his heart still hammering away in his chest. he mumbles something intelligible, and you laugh quietly. “it’s okay, darling.. you did so well for me.” you soothe, running your hands over his back as his breathing evens out.

you lift him off the strap as gently as you can, his little noises of protest making your pulse spike as well. you could let him stay there, curled into you, while you whisper praise into his ear, but you don’t feel that merciful. he’s fucked out and completely lax as he rolls onto his back, still breathing heavily.

you’ve watched him arch and sob and break so beautifully for you all night, and you’re so wet you’re practically dripping down the inside of your own thighs. you’ve been holding back all night, prioritising his pleasure and watching him submit to you over and over, but you can’t resist trying to get yourself off, knowing it won’t take much.

“you look so pretty like this, george..” you murmur, hands running over the sweaty expanse of his chest, smirking when his hips jerk weakly as your finger circles over his nipple.

“darling, let me-” you cut him off by pressing your thumb to his lips, your own breath hitching as he sucks it into his mouth, still feeling submissive and comfortable below you. his tongue runs over your finger, sucking it deeper into his mouth.

he’s still sensitive, squirming every time you touch him, hips trying to cant up into your hand as it runs down his chest, purposely avoiding his cock. you smile sweetly at him as you pull back fully, working at the buckles of the harness to slide it off and let it fall onto the sheets between his thighs that are still spread.

george is watching you closely, brows furrowing as he sees you recline onto your knees and slide a hand between your own thighs, letting your fingers drag through the slick mess he’s made of you by making all those pretty little sounds.

his breath catches when your fingers disappear between your thighs, and he struggles to sit up to watch, eyes wide as you let out a whispered curse. he can’t even get hard again, struggling to breathe even as his cock twitches, like he wants to bury himself in you and never leave.

“fuck, darling, i’m so fucking soaked for you..” you breathe out, eyes fluttering shut as you easily press two fingers into yourself, the friction nonexistent with how wet you are. george’s eyes stay glued to you, watching as you make a show out of fucking yourself open in front of him. your other hand trails up your chest, playing with your own tits, rolling a nipple between your fingers as you keen at the stimulation you’d been denied of the whole night. “you want a taste?”

he nods and he lets out a groan at the sight of you, the noise full of hunger as you pull your fingers out of you dripping cunt, crawling back towards him. you smear the wetness over his lips, and he sobs as he licks his lips clean, eyes rolling at the taste of you.

“you want more?” you purr, your hand already back between your thighs, rubbing desperate circles into your clit as he watches with wide eyes and bated breath.

“please, let me make you feel good, please..” he begs, a blush rising on his cheeks as you let out a sharp cry when you slide your fingers back inside yourself.

you bite your lip, working your way from between his legs up his body until your thighs are on either side of his face, and he’s looking up at you with eyes full of desperation. you run a hand through his sweaty hair and roll your hips onto his waiting mouth, gasping at the stimulation.

“oh, f-fuck,” you moan, feeling the way he immediately licks at you, desperate and eager to please you. “you wanna make me come with that pretty mouth?”

george moans, fingers twitching from where they’ve settled on your thighs, licking into you like he’s starving for it. you move your hips against his face, chasing your own high, and smiling to yourself as his hips thrust up into the air, aching for more despite what you’ve done to him already.

you tighten your grip in his hair, pulling him as close as you can, and keep riding his face. you’re letting out delicious moan and whimpers of your own until you can barely breath, the stimulation overwhelming after not being touched for so long. you feel george’s tongue push inside you, his nose bumping against your sensitive clit.

george is practically whimpering into your cunt, and every sound makes the coil inside you tighten, because he’s so out of it. he’s so fucked-out and desperate to please you, wanting to be your good boy and make you feel so good because you were so good to him.

you’re close, you can feel the heat pooling as your body trembles on top of his face. your hips twitch as you look down and see his eyes rolled back, and feel his hands shaking from where they’re gripping your thighs, desperate to please you. the sight makes you clench around nothing, and you feel the tension snap as you come with a wrecked moan, legs trembling around his face.

you let out a desperate cry as he fucking moans into your cunt, lapping desperately at you even as he whines and clings to you, hips jerking up into nothing. “please, love you, love your cunt,” he rambles, pulling back to suck a mark into your trembling thigh before he’s chasing every little drop of you, still hungry.

you yelp out a string of expletives as he drags you back down onto his waiting mouth, practically making out with your clit as his fingers dig into your thighs. “god, you’re so fucking good at this,” you pant, feeling another orgasm building deep and fast, the heat pooling low in your stomach.

george’s only response is a muffled groan against you, his tongue flicking and licking at you, lips wrapping around your clit as he sucks at it. and fuck, you’re going to come again. it’s too much too quick, his mouth so eager and wet below you. you let out a whimper, moaning his name as you grip his hair, grinding down harder before you break again.

a sharp gasp leaves you as your back arches, rolling your hips down again and again onto his mouth, riding it out until you’re shaking so hard you can barely even lift yourself from his face.

when you pull away, his hands grip your thighs tighter, yanking you back. you jerk at the movement, panting and shaking still from your first two orgasms, whining high in your throat as he refuses to let you off. your whole body is shaking and trembling above him, overstimulated, but he’s still licking. he’s still moaning against you, gripping you tightly, whimpering at every taste of you that he laps up.

“george, fuck i..” you feel the pressure building rapidly, but this time it’s different. this time the pressure is overwhelming, so wet and hot, and you don’t know if you can even handle it.

he can tell. and he’s not going to let you go until you’ve properly soaked him, until he’s pulled every orgasm he can out of you. he slides two fingers inside your aching pussy, crooking them perfectly, and you see stars as you hunch over from the pleasure ripping through you.

you sob, jerking in his hold as he thrusts his fingers deep inside you, massaging the one spot over and over. his fingers never stop moving, and as he sucks your swollen clit into his mouth, it shatters. your back arches, and you’re squirting. you’re gushing all over his face, soaking him in your release, and he’s still licking at you even as you do, screaming out his name.

you collapse above him, your thighs trembling uncontrollably as you roll off of him before he can pull you back again. your back hits the bed beside him, and you’re panting, every muscle in your body aching.

george looks to the side to grin lazily at you, licking his lips clean and moaning at the taste. he’s hard when you look down, cock jerking weakly against his stomach.

“you wanna come again, baby?” you ask breathlessly, watching his eyes widen slightly as his breathing shudders. he nods almost instantaneously, and you can’t help but grin.

you spread your legs, pulling him to roll onto his stomach, and press him between your thighs again. “if you need it so badly, do it yourself.”

george lets out a low, pained, groan, kissing and biting at your inner thighs. “tastes s’good,” he mumbles quietly, right before he buried himself in your wetness again, and ruts into the mattress. he rocks his hips, grinding down against the bed as his cock leaks onto the sheets.

god, he’s so gone. he’s so desperate to be good for you, burying his face between your legs as his hips rock into the sheets, so close to spilling onto the linen below him. you can tell he’s close, his breath coming in broken little sobs, desperate for you to help him in any way. so you don’t. you let him work for it, whining for you, begging against your pussy like you’re his salvation.

“look at you, rutting into the mattress like a fucking desperate slut..” you purr, tangling your hand in his hair and pulling, and that’s it. his whole body locks up as he trembles, and comes. he’s spilling onto the sheets beneath him, moaning into your cunt as he breaks completely, grinding through every little aftershock.

you scratch at his scalp, watching as he works himself through it, him panting as he rests his head against your thigh. his face is slick with your wetness, his cheeks flushed as he looks up at you with a dazed smile. you smile back at him, soothing him with every gentle touch. “you did so good for me, baby..” you muse, watching as his lips part like he wants to respond, but he’s too gone to figure out words.

you gently move him onto his back, pulling him to the side of the bed so you can pull off the messed up top sheets, grabbing the few pillows that were messy as well. he’s heavy, completely pliant in your hands, groaning when he makes contact with the clean, cool undersheets. you smile down at him as you scoot off the bed, grabbing a warm damp cloth from your en suite bathroom.

george whines softly as you move to clean him up, wiping the mess from between his legs, his stomach, his face. you smile softly at him, brushing your lips over his temple as you push his sweaty hair back from his forehead. “shh, darling, i’ve got you.” you murmur, watching him melt under your touch.

you keep talking to him as you finish cleaning him up, telling him how good he was, how beautiful he is, how much you love him.

when you’re finally done, and you slide under the new sheets beside him, he pulls you in and buries his face into the crook of your neck, sighing as he melts into sleep.

[chilling-seavey]

Little Bit of Luck (gr63)

↳ A/N Seems I have had the audacity to focus too much on my Lando AU that I forgot my own brand as Official George Russell Writer™. Please take this lil oneshot as my apology <3

↳ Summary: You fly to Bahrain to surprise George before the first race of the season, giving him a bit of good luck in his driver's room before lights out.

↳ Pairings: George Russell x Fem!Reader (NO use of y/n)

↳ Word Count: 4.8k

↳ Warnings: 18+, smut, borderline exhibitionism kind of?, dirty talk, spanking, face slapping, hair pulling, light degradation, light dumbification, choking, restraining with hands, grinding, just a fuck ton of dry humping tbh

The sleek monochromatic interior of the Mercedes motorhome welcomed you, the faint accented glow of the LED lights across the ceiling warming the modest space. Nestled precisely in the paddock in Bahrain, it was freshly constructed and ready for the start of a brand new Formula 1 season. Pre-season testing had just concluded and everyone was ramping up for the first race of the calendar as the sun set over the desert landscape. With only a matter of time before pre-race warmups and preparations were set to begin, you had been able to sneak into the motorhome with assistance from some of the Mercedes team members undetected in perfect time to surprise your boyfriend. 

You had said goodbye two weeks prior when he first flew out to Bahrain, knowing that you couldn’t join him since you had work and other responsibilities back home as well as the overarching fact that you didn’t want to get in his way. All that being said, you knew you couldn’t miss his first race of the season. 

With help from some of the team members pulling strings, you were able to make it to the circuit, into the paddock, and into the motorhome without speculation from the crowds of fans outside. Alone in George’s drivers room, you took your time exploring the space slowly; dragging your finger over the spotless tabletops and rifling through the mini fridge and pressing some of the buttons to see how the LED lights changed colours. You couldn’t wait to see his face when he would inevitably find you in his room, waiting for him. 

Staring up at the ceiling, you held your finger against one of the buttons on the wall control panel, watching how it changed the lights to a warm white and blue and made the narrow living space look like it was underwater. With the blinds closed over the narrow window, the crowds that bustled through the paddock weren’t privy to the way you made yourself at home. 

Your phone screen lit up from where you had rested it on the laminate countertop and you picked it up to read the message from one of the mechanics. 

-Prep done. He’s headed back to his room to get changed.

Before you could reply, you could hear footsteps in the hallway and muffled voices drawing closer, giving you only a few mere seconds to arrange yourself. You leaned back against the counter casually as if you were meant to be right there and when the door opened, you swore your heart skipped a beat in excitement. 

The door opened and, distracted in his conversation with his teammate, George lingered in the doorway for a moment, leaving you impatient for him to turn around and finally get him all to yourself again. When he finally parted ways from his conversation and made a move to enter his drivers room fully, you had to lick away your beaming smile to keep it from taking up your entire face. 

George had stopped in his tracks at the sight of you, his shoes scuffing on the vinyl floor with his familiar body donning a tight short-sleeve Mercedes shirt and sinful white shorts that didn’t leave much up to the imagination. He took a few seconds to process who was standing in the middle of his driver's room when he wasn’t expecting a visitor, but then he broke into a smile when he realized it was you and you literally couldn’t hold back your own beaming grin anymore. 

“Baby!” he greeted excitedly, naturally letting his arms fall open as you hurried across the small space to throw yourself into his embrace. 

“My love.” you gushed, holding onto him snugly and you ducked your face into his neck, just to have him close after a long two weeks without him. He smelt faintly of his aftershave and the lingering hints of gasoline from the garage and his busy race day prep that had you breathing him in greedily. 

“What are you doing here?” he asked with his voice full of glee as his hands rubbed your back lovingly. 

“Couldn’t miss the first race of the season.” you said, scratching your fingers through the back of his soft brown hair as you pulled away from his neck. 

His lips found yours in an instant and he leaned into you strongly, his hands around your waist causing you to bend backwards slightly with the intensity of his chasté kiss. You giggled sweetly against his mouth and moved your hands to his cheeks to hold his lips on yours until he pulled back to stare at you again. 

“Oh, God, I love you so much.” you swooned, holding his face in your hands as you stared at each other and he walked you farther into his driver’s room, wrapped up together in giddy little grins as the door shut behind you. 

“I love you too. This is the best surprise.” he said, capturing your lips with his for a few more gentle kisses. “How long are you here for?”

“Just tonight.” you answered, sliding your fingers into the back of his hair to scratch lightly over his scalp to feel how his breath shuttered slightly at your teasing touches,“Flying back after the race. Work tomorrow.” 

George licked his lips, his eyes drifting over your face in your close proximity with your noses almost touching from how close you were, bodies pressed together in your longing embrace in the middle of his modest driver’s room. He spoke to you in a whisper, “Are we really gonna do this? Here? Right now?”

You dusted your lips over his with a soft giggle as he backed you against the edge of the counter, “Wanna? Gotta do it for good luck, y'know.”

“I didn’t pack condoms.” 

“That’s okay.” you whispered, sliding a hand down his toned back to grab his ass, “I just wanna feel you through these thin little shorts.” 

He stepped impossibly closer to you so you were trapped against his body and the counter, gasping faintly into his slightly parted mouth at the feeling of the front of his shorts pressing against yours, teasing you with what you hadn’t realized what you had craved so badly. George’s deep chuckle at your shuttering breath fell against your lips and you kissed him faintly, lazily, lips barely touching. 

“How long do we have?” you asked quietly as your hand slid around the back of his neck.

“Less than an hour.” he answered just as gently, pushing against you a bit more to have you biting away your smile with a small hum of appreciation. 

With one hand on the back of his neck and your other grabbing his ass, you tugged him even closer as your lips so effortlessly locked with his. George moaned lowly into your deepening kiss, grasping onto your body as if it had been months since you had last seen each other, and his head tilted to the side slightly to comfortably push open your lips with his own. The introduction of his tongue against yours had you arching into his body hungrily as your kisses rose the lust between you and you couldn’t get enough of him. 

With eyes closed gently and cheeks dusting pink, you shared harmonious passionate kisses that were a perfect dance of lips and tongues until his private room was home to only the sounds of your eager mouths. Your hips nudged forward against his again, almost salivating at the feeling of his dick hidden underneath his thin white shorts pressing right up against your clothed clit. 

“I’m so fuckin’ proud of you, you know.” you mumbled, your words muffled by his lips. 

“Mhm?” George trailed his kisses down your neck while his hands groped your ass and forced your body to rut against his.

“Starting front row in the first race of the season.” you giggled, peering over his shoulder to the shut blinds and pristine luxurious interior that surrounded you. When he sucked a hickey into your skin, your mouth fell open with a pleasured whimper and your fingers tightened in his hair, breathing a follow-up to the LED lined ceiling of the quaint room, “Your own brand new driver’s room for you to fuck me in.” 

“Thought we weren’t fucking.” George reminded you cockily against your ear, nipping at your earlobe before he was licking right under it to make you shiver. 

“No,” you agreed shakily, “I just want you all over me. I want to climb you like a fucking tree.”

George chuckled lowly, still pulling you into those lazy grinds as you stood in front of each other and his breath seemed to start to fall shallow as quickly as yours as he whispered to you, “You’re already getting me hard.” 

“I know. I can feel it.” you bit back your smile as he lifted his head from your neck so your eyes could meet. 

“Mhm?” George started right back at you as he rubbed himself against you, urging you to naturally lift your foot from the floor with desire to feel more of that addicting friction over your layers of clothes and you wrapped your leg around his the best you could. His hand grabbed your thigh to keep it there, trapping you against the counter as he ground his hips harder into yours so you could feel how he stiffened up for you beneath his short fabric shorts and his lips found yours again. 

Your kisses picked right up where you left off as if you hadn’t even wasted a breath and you choked back your pleading moans into his mouth as your tongue pushed against his insistently. The taste of his mouth was home to you and he welcomed you in like no one else, your heads moving in meticulous unity to give yourselves the satisfaction of each other. The wet erotic smacks of your lips parting time and time again only had you gripping onto him tighter - hair and clothes - and desperate to feel all of him everywhere all at once. 

Standing in front of him, it only grew more frustrating as you weren’t getting the physical fulfillment you were craving and so you broke your kisses with a rushed, “I need these off.” 

George helped you to shove your pants down your legs and you kicked them across the floor just before his hands were on the backs of your thighs and he was housing you up onto the counter behind you. He shoved your legs apart so he could situate himself between them and you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt to tug his lips back on yours, his warm hands caressing your thighs, your hips, your ass. Pulling you closer to the edge of the counter, George stood right up close so the growing tent in his little shorts could press perfectly against your panties and you literally withered into his kiss. 

Chuckling faintly, George kept up with your ungraceful kisses as your arms slung around his shoulders and he guided your legs around his waist so there was no space between you. Then, when he rolled his hips into yours to grind his stiffening cock against your pussy, you audibly moaned into his mouth. Tightening your legs around his waist, you dropped one hand onto the counter behind you so you could balance yourself to start to grind on him in return with purposeful upwards strokes of your hips. 

“Fuck me.” George breathed heavily against your cheek, your kisses momentarily halted as you let the pleasure settle around you and he watched with wide eyes as you so eagerly took control of what you wanted. His hands rested down on the countertop on either side of you and he stared at how your feminine hips ground up against his clothed body, the salmon coloured lace of your silk panties standing out against your soft skin in the moody lighting of the room. Your little whimpers and breaths only spurred him on more and you stared up at him behind long lashes and a bitten lip, raising the heat in his chest to hammer his heart against his ribcage. You drove him crazy in the best of ways.

“I can feel you still getting harder.” you chuckled breathily, fisting the front of his shirt in your hand to hold him close as you rolled your hips against his. You could see the arches and valleys of his muscle in the tight fabric of his shirt, his biceps pulling the fabric taut as he rested on his hands on either side of you. 

“Yeah?” George retorted tauntingly, “Was this all you wanted? Come all the way down here to distract me on race day by grinding your stupid little pussy on my dick?” 

You couldn’t help the bashful giggle that fell from your lips, “Yes, sir.” 

His hand slapped across your cheek in one smooth motion, the sharp sound filling the quiet room and was quickly followed by your hungry moan. You dropped your head back to face the ceiling as you fisted the front of his shirt and his hips picked up for you, grinding against your clothed pussy stronger, faster. 

“Oh my God, it feels so fucking good.” you whimpered while his hand slid around the back of your neck to pull your head up to look at him. Your gazes met and then were quickly followed by your lips, sharing sloppy tongue-led kisses as you pathetically rutted against each other on the countertop of his shiny new driver’s room. 

George moaned into your mouth as he ground against your familiar body, giving his all to you - his lust, his adrenaline, his pent-up anxiety that came with the first race after so long - and you took it all gladly. Lifting your hand from the counter again, you straightened up in front of him and wrapped your arm around him to pull him stronger against you by a snug grip to the curve of his ass, sharing filthy moans into each other’s mouths. You could feel the hard shape of his cock rubbing against your panties just how it was meant to and your heels pressed into the small of his back greedily.

“Fuck, I’m so wet.” you mumbled into your kisses, “It aches so badly.” 

“I really wanna fuck you.” George whispered. 

You set your hand flat against his chest with a smiling decline of “Mm mm.” 

“What do you mean ‘mm mm’?” George tisked, his warm breath falling against your cheek. “Why can’t I fuck you?”

“Because you’re not allowed.” you shrugged cheekily and lifted one leg back to press your foot to his stomach and ease him away from you. “I just wanna look at you.”

George stood in the middle of the small private room, no more than arms length away from you, giving you a moment to truly look at him. You had his body memorized in your mind and in your fingertips but you could still never get enough of just looking at him and admiring the beauty that was the man who was all yours. He was still fully dressed but the thin shorts he had worn to his pre-race prep were being tented by his sizeable erection he hid beneath the fabric, making the material ride up his thighs slightly so you could see the bottom hem of his underwear underneath. His legs seemed to go on forever and you licked your lips shamelessly as you eyed his hairy thighs that were hugged by his briefs.

You dragged your socked foot down his torso, feeling his abs under his shirt that was tucked into those tiny shorts and you ordered him sweetly, “Take your shirt off.” 

He did so gladly, untucking it first before pulling it over his head as if he were peeling the snug fabric from his skin before dropping it to the ground. Left half bare in front of you, George only smirked proudly under your unwavering gaze and reached down habitually to adjust his shorts over his straining boner. You smiled at him and pressed your foot between his pecs to push him backwards towards the leather couch against the opposite wall of the room. 

He flopped backwards smoothly onto the seat, legs spread and thighs on full display and he patted them as an invitation for you, “Come here, pretty girl.”

You licked away your smile and hopped off the counter, joining him on the couch in a few smooth steps to straddle his lap eagerly. George’s hands gravitated to your hips to guide you in as you dipped down to capture his lips with yours again and you caressed his bare shoulders contently as your kisses easily turned deeper. He slapped his palm down against your ass to send the sharp sound echoing around the small room and you naturally bucked into him at the impact with a tight hum, making him spank you again. 

With your lips hung up on his, he started to blindly unbutton your blouse without breaking your kiss and you moved with him wordlessly to drop your shirt to the ground with his. You were left in your bra that matched the salmon coloured panties you were nearly soaking through on his lap and George finally pulled away from your kiss to get a look at you. His hands groped your breasts over the lacy cups of your bra while you shuffled closer to him on your knees that straddled his lap so you could position yourself right over his dick. 

“You’re so fucking sexy.” George exhaled. 

You swooped in to kiss him once, twice, and then as his hands traveled down the curve of your waist, you invited him quietly, “Feel how soaked my panties are for you.”

He didn’t need to be asked twice and he gladly dropped a hand down to slide it between your parted legs, staring into your eyes as his fingertips teased over the sopping wet silk fabric that was nestled over your warm pussy. His deep groan had you nuzzling your face in his neck to kiss over his soft skin and right up under his ear as he rubbed his fingers slowly back and forth over your clothed cunt. But when he started to slip his fingers underneath the fabric, you grabbed his wrist to stop him. 

“Darling-” he huffed. 

You interrupted him with a strong kiss and he moaned into it, letting you hold onto his wrist as you settled yourself down on his lap properly with his dick pressed up between your legs. The two of you shared soft breaths between slow kisses and when you let go of his wrist, his hands took to your waist to greedily pull you over his lap for more of that blessed friction. 

You leaned down to rest against his chest with your arms around his shoulders and you let your kisses lead your hips in their rhythmic circular grinds against him, the feeling of his hard cock pressed right up against your clit made you salivate, only turning your kisses deeper and hungrier. George had his feet flat on the vinyl floor to hold a sturdy spot for you to sit and grind on him like that as you pulled yourself back and forth over his lap slowly, tauntingly, with his hands tight on your hips. 

He rubbed his hand up your back and then down again and then slapped his hand hard against your ass, ordering between kisses, “Gimme more, baby.”

You giggled sweetly against his lips as you strengthened the swirls of your hips down on him in precise circles and rubbed against the front of his thin shorts. Your kisses were growing off-centered and sloppier as the seconds went by as your focus moved from his lips to the pleasure that the friction of your clothed bodies brought. The little whimpers that fell from your lips into his were almost uncontrollable and he swallowed them up gladly, guiding your motions with his hands gripping your hips. 

When kissing got too hard, you pulled away from his lips and ducked your face in his neck with a trembling, “Fuck, sir.”

“Good girl.” George praised against your ear, “You wanna make yourself cum on sir’s lap?”

“God, yeah.” you choked out, clinging onto him tighter as your hips moved faster on him. “Ohh my fucking God.”

George spanked you again, “Good girl. Just like that, baby, you’re doing so fucking good.” 

“Shit, it feels so good.” you whimpered as you pushed yourself up straighter on his lap to anchor your hands against his bare chest, all without halting your strokes. You tossed your hair over one shoulder and stared down at him as your hips did all the work in quick flicks down on his lap, watching how his dilated blue eyes stared back at you with an indescribable lust. Your nose scrunched up in pleasure and you moaned contently for him, digging your nails into his chest every so slightly. 

“Fuck, baby.” George groaned lowly, his face contorted in ecstasy. 

“Slap me.” you ordered. 

His hand lifted from your hip to slap across your cheek. 

“Fuck yeah.” you whimpered at the sting. 

“Dirty slut.” George spoke to you through his teeth as you ground down on his body roughly and his hand wrapped around your throat, “My pretty little whore just wants to hump me until she comes in her cute little panties…only a wall away of a paddock full of fans who would kill to be in her spot right now.”

“You’re mine.” you retorted shakily, letting your hips speak their own language to him. 

“Oh, yes, baby, I’m all yours.” George agreed easily in a warm purr, “Show me. Cum all over me and show me who I belong to.”

“Mm mm.” you shook your head despite how close you already were. Instead, you grabbed his wrists - pulling one hand off your throat and the other away from your waist - and you pinned them down against the back of the couch on either side of his head. With his clothed cock angled right up towards the waistband of his thin shorts, you were at the perfect angle to rut up against it so your clit was directly on top of it and taking every inch he had through the fabric. You countered his demand seriously, “I want you to cum in your shorts.”

“Uh huh?” George stared right back at you, “Wanna cum with me, baby?”

Your fingers tightened around his wrists as his buttery voice had your pussy aching for more of him and you simply offered him a “mhm” in agreement, feverishly rutting yourself against his body until the both of you were burning hot and desperate for it. His eyebrows furrowed slightly in the middle as he stared at you and his breaths fell in time with yours shallowly, sharing little whimpers and moans as you grew closer together. 

“Fuck, George-” you cried out shakily. 

“That’s it, baby.” he encouraged you on, “Just like that, love, don’t stop. I’m gonna cum for you.”

“Please, please gimme it.” you whined, still holding him pinned back against the black leather couch. You could feel his cock twitching in his shorts and right up against your clothed cunt that ached for your shared orgasm, wanting to give him something so good to cure those first race jitters. The moans were nearly tumbling from your lips as you pulled yourself back and forth desperately on his lap and they only grew higher in pitch as you got closer. 

“Good girl…good girl…” George’s hands slowly bunched into fists, his eyes dropping from your gaze to stare down between you at the way your panties rutted against the thick bulge in his little shorts. “Don’t stop…I’m right there, baby.”

“Fuck!” you squeaked, desperately trying to keep your pace on top of him as your body shuttered with pleasure, teetering right on the edge. 

“Yes…yes…” George looked back at your face, “Shit, I’m cumming-”

And when his expression screwed up in that perfect picture of pure ecstasy and his cock pulsed underneath you, you let yourself follow quickly, meeting his timing perfectly as you slumped right down on top of him. He wrapped his arms around you tightly as you tensed and shuttered in his embrace and you shared deep lingering gasps and moans and your hips jumped against his at the feeling of his dick throbbing between you. 

“Oh my God.” you whimpered into his neck, slowing your hips right down through your orgasm to milk the last of it for the both of you. 

“That was so fucking hot.” George panted from underneath you and he rubbed your back lovingly. 

“Fuck, I love you.” you sniffled, overwhelmed with pleasure, and you took a few seconds to just cling onto him. 

“I love you so much.” 

When you sat back from him to position yourself up straight on his lap, you tucked your hair behind your ear so you could look down at the front of his shorts. The tented fabric was lessening as he softened but in its place was a faint little wet patch that had seeped right through the fabric of his underwear as well. You slid a hand down his chest as he draped his arms out across the back of the couch and he watched you gently touch the stain before rubbing your palm strongly over his crotch. He flinched naturally in sensitivity and you shared light laughter as you leaned in for a few breathless kisses. 

You soon shifted off his lap to rest on the couch beside him and he adjusted his arm to wrap around your shoulders and pull you into his side, pressing a kiss to your temple. 

You sighed contently, but with melancholy undertones, “I dunno how I lasted two weeks without you.”

“I don’t know.” George hummed teasingly, “Must have been some sort of miracle before you just had to fly all the way out here to dry hump the fuck outta me.”

You smacked his chest, “Shush. I flew all the way out here to support you.”

“Well, I feel very supported.” George announced, leaving you with one more kiss to your temple before he was taking his arm from around your shoulders, “But now I have to go change because sitting in wet underwear of drying cum is not very comfortable.” 

You watched him get up and walk the few short paces across his private room to his open bag set in the corner, calling after him innocently, “Damn, because I was going to say you should leave them on for the race. Little good luck charm of sorts.” 

“Oh.” George groaned at the mere concept as he changed into a clean pair of underwear, “As much as I appreciate the very generous offer, that sounds horrible.”

You just smiled at him and he dipped down to kiss you briefly. 

“Hate to leave so soon after this but I gotta get out there. We're approaching the last hour.”

“That’s okay.” you answered, watching him walk over to his narrow closet to grab his neatly folded fireproofs from the shelf to start to dress, “You’re a busy man. Everyone wants a piece of you.”

George chuckled, pulling his shirt on, “But you are the only one who really gets a piece of me.”

“I get every piece of you.” you corrected. 

“Of course, darling.” George tilted your chin up so he could lean down to give you a few lingering kisses that made your stomach fill with butterflies. 

When he pulled away, he continued to get dressed; stepping into his race suit and pulling it up around his waist before reaching for his gloves and boots and balaclava. You watched him contentedly, still housing that perfectly blissed out smile on your face. 

George then looked back at you, “You have a pass, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you answered, “in my bag.”

“Okay, good.” he smiled, “So I’ll see you after? In the garage?”

“I’ll be there.” 

George leaned down to give you a quick kiss.

As he turned away from you, you smacked his bum and you reminded him cheekily before he left, “Try not to think of me grinding on you until you came in your pants during the race.”

“Hey now, I thought you’re supposed to be supporting me, not distracting me here.” George shot you a sarcastic glare as he lingered in the doorway of his driver’s room for a second longer. 

“I think I just did a whole bunch of supporting.” you sang innocently before following it up with a more serious, “Good luck. Not that you need it.”

He merely sent you a wink and then disappeared into the hallway of the motorhome, ready to head back into the chaos of the paddock and the rumbles of the garage like nothing had happened.

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[miffystappen]

i can’t stop thinking abt abo. the grid as a pack. pack dynamics. sweet pack dynamics. everyone’s on heat and rut suppressants for the job but they don’t fully take it away. just make it manageable. clingy omega max being distractible and frustrated during his mild heat cycle. staying physically close to the alphas he’s closest emotionally to; george, charles, checo, carlos. sainz just pulls him in and kisses his forehead for a couple seconds. checo plays with his hair and fingers absentmindedly. charles is highly affectionate to him, any and everywhere. george and he have a deep, complicated, and messy relationship so he’ll give it to him but wayyyy more behind closed doors. it makes max jealous because george will love on alex no matter what. max wants it too. imagining him accidentally skipping a suppressant for the first time in his career. the worst of it doesn’t happen during a race weekend but the tail end of it does. he’s driving more erratically, trying to keep it steady but failing. not so bad that it costs him but he ends up p7 and is crushed to his core. no post race interview. he’s in a private area sobbing his eyes out and keeps asking for an alpha. when charles comes he’s angry, beating on his chest and breaking down. charles just eases him to the floor and cradles him until it ends. he helps him back to his hotel room early and blows russell’s phone off the fucking hook until he comes. george made podium. max didnt. so when george was finally there to take over max didn’t want to hear a MOMENT of “baby come here”. he was angry and unreasonable and fussy until george said “settle down. my omega.” it held a lot of weight. they both just sat in the feeling of it. george nested with him through the night. george promised they’d talk about it all when they both had their heads on their shoulders. max didn’t think it was true but he didn’t argue. he couldn’t. he woke up the next morning chipper and excitable. kept going “knot? :D” in a puppyish tone and george would go “no knot baby.” “have it >:((“ “no have it my love, it’s okay”

RAHHHHHH PACK DYNAMICS :,)))