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“yeahhh,” Felix mercilessly thumbed at your sensitive clit, as he pressed his lips to your neck ━ kissing and sucking at your skin, not fully satisfied until he saw the pretty red bruise appear. “takin’ my cock like a good girl.” his thrust were harsh and rough, not giving you any time to adjust to the pace. his cock was perfect. his girth pleasured you oh-so efficiently, not to mention he fills you up so well, so good, and as verbal as you were, you never failed to let him know that.
“daddy━nghh━feel you right here,” your hand trailed down, motioning that you were talking about your stomach, “feel you right here.”
“shit. yeah, angel?” Felix released your skin with a loud pop. he removed his mouth from your neck, before slowly moving his head as well. his eyes connected to yours before slowly inching down to your stomach, staring in awe once he saw the outline of his cock fucking your inside relentlessly. “cock fuckin’ you good, huh? you like feelin’ daddy in your tummy?”
you nod your head fervently, “mmm! y-yes, i love it, daddy. love your cock.. love you..” you trailed off as drool began to depart from your uncontrollable mouth.
Felix chuckled to himself softly, kissing the flesh of your cheek, “so drunk off my cock, you can’t even speak in complete sentences. pathetic, really. but, it’s okay. i know how much you love daddy’s cock, and how it feels━fuckkk━in your sweet little cunt.” as if he wasn’t going fast enough already, he decides to speed up the pace, instantly ripping an orgasm out of you, or specifically speaking, causing you to squirt all over his cock. his thumb slowed down its movement on your sore clit, and his hips stopped their motion entirely. Felix brought his eyes down to your pussy, and then to the sheets you were placed on ━ completely soaked, though without looking, he could tell his lower half was as well. he brought an unoccupied hand to his hair, carding through his dark, black locks. “didn’t know you could do that shit.”
you bit on your bottom lip before coyly mumbling, “i didn’t either..” then shyly staring up at Felix.
Felix gave you a small cheeky grin in advance to pressing his lips to yours, “you’re so fuckin cute, shit. little pussy’s so messy, made such a huge mess.”
Felix’s index and middle finger made their way to your cunt, slicking up your wetness, and then bringing them to his mouth, groaning at the sudden taste. his eyes never left yours when doing so, only making you wetter in the process.
“who does this pussy belong to?” his unoccupied hand landed a slap to your cunt, “who can fuck this pussy, taste this pussy whenever they fuckin’ please, huh? enlighten me.”
“You, Felix..”
“damn fuckin right,” He gives your pussy one last slap before pinching your clit.
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oh I absolutely can! also I’m so sorry I’m just now seeing this 🥺
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Recently Ti (@/sulfurcosmos) made a list of blog recs and she separated them into different categories such as nsfw blogs/sfw blogs, etc. So I highly suggest you to check that out cause they are all amazing writers!
I want Logan Sargeant to DNF in this final F2 race, not because I think Mick would get the seat if he does (although that would be a nice bonus). I want him to DNF just to watch Williams scramble to find a replacement for him because the chaos would be delicious and I'm a messy bitch who loves drama.
link to a voice message bang chan sent on bubble of him groaning and saying good morning.
so i have chan's bubble, and when this message came through i died. i opened it lying in bed and yep, dead. because he knows what he's doing. this wasn't an innocent accident, he knows what he's doing.
he knows what we're picturing, as well, because he's spoken repeatedly about how he sleeps naked, walks around naked. we even have clips of how he sleeps, either flat on his back perfect to curl into his side head on his chest. or curled into his side, holding you close, breath fanning down the back of your neck.
its the fact he knows that kills me, he has been so flirty lately and he knows it makes us swoon. it's rude.
good morning
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cw: soft dom!chan x afab sub!reader, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don't do this!), established relationship, creampie, cum play (i guess? it's not quite a breeding kink so?), petnames for reader (baby, love), dirty talk, praise kink, little bit of cockwarming
mornings with chan were few and far between, often waking up to a dent in the mattress next to you and a scribbled note stuck on the fridge door apologising for the fact he had to go to practice leaving you asleep. sometimes, he'd wake you up before leaving, small soft kisses on available skin, warm lips in secret places, a whisper of your boyfriend before he was gone again.
every now and then, though, the two of you would wake up together, sunlight resting on honey-toned skin, arms slung over bodies, holding close but not tight, comfortable in each other just being. fading in between awake and asleep, the glow in the room forcing eyes half open and morning moans as chris turns to face you.
you think he tried to speak, somewhere between the rustles of the duvet and running of his palms over your waist as he moved closer, face now close to yours; you're able to tell by the way his breath tickles your lips, parting in a want for more, for a touch.
so you do, the impulse control that comes with the day absent in your faint consciousness. you move forward and connect your lips, plush skin giving and taking in a rehearsed routine. it's lazy and soft and everything you had dreamed about. soon enough he's slipping hands under oversized t-shirts, dragging blunt nails over skin, moaning into the kiss - before pulling back to catch his breath.
'good morning'
and that was it, that was the moment that early morning greetings turned into something more. it's his voice, it's always his voice that does this. the gravely australian accent, the sleep heavy in his voice, dry and low. and he knew it, too, smirk decorating the lips you see when you finally manage to open your eyes.
he doesn't even feel the need to add anything, because the slow blinks and the gasp passing through your lips as you let yourself be rolled onto your back says everything it needs to - as he leans in again. his hands bunching the t-shirt up, revealing your chest that he immediately begins playing with - rolling your nipples in a way that makes you whine, chest following his hand as he pulls away. the lips that were once on yours are now pressed to fading marks and collarbones.
soon enough chan's hands were slipped beneath your underwear, his fingers exploring your already wet core. playing with that bundle of nerves, quietly listening to every whine and moan and whimper that erupts from your throat; far too sleepy to be shy about the noises you were making.
'you like that, baby?'
you nod, enthusiastically, as your legs spread on instinct, his fingers now dipping inside you, gentling stretching you - focused more on preparation inside of pleasure. despite that, every tiny movement made your head spin, warmth flooding your chest; a mix of the golden sunlight and love.
'gonna let me fill you up, love?'
'p-please c-chris' you whimper, almost inaudibly, letting yourself drown in the sensation of him pressed against you, the vibrations of his voice moving through your chest.
'anything you want, baby, anything you want' he confirms, low and whispered, as he positions himself above you, leaning down the kiss you as he pushes in. the familiar burn of the stretch almost comforting as your tounges meet in a push and pull, sounds shared between you. his muscles firm beneath your fingers as you grab at his shoulders, pulling him closer to you, needing to feel him pressed against you. your nails digging semi-circles into his skin, physical proof of how good he was making you feel. each vein and ridge of his cock sending spikes of pleasure up your spine as he kept a lazy but steady rhythm.
'f-fuck, baby, you look so perfect, pretty on my cock, fuck' chan begins saying against your lips, always his chattiest when nearing his orgasm; wanting you to know how good you were making him feel, even when he was the one doing all the work. his praise always did wonders to tip you closer to that edge, something about the way his desperation made his fading accent more obvious alongside the knowledge that you were the one doing this to him; it always made you clench around him.
'god, f-fuck, you t-take me so well, l-love, f-fucking made for me' his pace increased slightly, kisses now haphazardly being placed on any available skin as your moans increased in volume, the smile decorating his face pressed against your skin.
'g-gonna let me fill this p-pretty hole of yours up, yeah? p-pl-please' he begs, always asking, every time - even though you had made it clear how much you love when he cums inside you.
'y-yeah ch-chris please, i-inside, please' you respond, hiccuping out an answer as he moves to kiss you again, moving one hand that was holding him up to cup your face; thumb rubbing circles over your cheek as he moves his lips against yours and cums. the familiar feeling of warmth spreading between your legs as he buries himself as deep as possible inside you. his release, accompanied by a myriad of praises and moans against your mouth, triggers your own; the sudden tensing and release of your muscles as a wave of pleasure rolls over you; heightened by the remaining sleep in your body.
you lock your legs around his hips, stopping him from moving, when you realise his intentions of rolling away from you. he laughs at this response, before pecking your lips once again, allowing you two the closeness you both want, but also the opportunity to catch your breath.
'i'm gonna have to move at some point, love' he comments, moving to bury his head in the crook of your neck, allowing some of his body weight to rest on yours as he tries to collect himself.
'not yet' you murmur back, lifting your head up to kiss the nearest bit of skin.
'love my cock so much, huh?' your nodding head and barely concealed whimper was enough of an answer for chan.
'it's okay, baby, i'll keep you nice and full for as long as you want'
'maybe we should see much cum you can keep in this perfect hole of yours, made just for me'
'we have all morning, my love, and god you look so pretty in this sunlight.'.
"Chan. Come on, baby." You whine as you straddle his lap, his eyes still fixed on his computer in front of him.
"Hmm?" He hums, his arm sneaking on your waist to pull you closer.
"Look at me."
He glanced at you for seconds, only returning his eyes on the screen as he edits the song he made for today. He's always like this. Christopher Bang isn't Bang Chan if he's not making music or just plainly busy due to his schedules.
And now, even when you're around, he still can't stop doing his things. And so, you decided to harshly get off from his lap. You were grabbing your bag and jacket when Chan pulls your wrist again, making you drop your things and sit on his lap sideways. His arms are wrapped around your waist.
"What? I wanna go home so you can do your thing." You said plainly, not looking at him.
"I'm sorry." He leans closer to your face, his lips touching your cheek.
You placed a hand on his chest, gently pushing him to lean back on his chair. "It's fine. I'll just go." You tried to wiggle out of his hold when you knew you couldn't, he even tightens his arms on your waist.
"No." Your boyfriend's voice was an octave lower, making you stare at him. "No, baby. I can't let you go."
His lips finds its way to your shoulder, kissing it. He parts your legs and makes you straddle him properly as he kisses your neck.
"You hear me, baby girl? I said, no." He lowers your top as well as your brassiere, groaning at your already perked nipples. He crouches down and licks the edge before finally sucking your tits alternately.
Your hands are already on Chan's hair, tugging as he sucks you nipple like a mad man. He nibbles on it and gently bites your nipple as you start to grind on his crotch.
"Such a needy baby for me, hm?" You nodded as you rocked your hips hard on his crotch, wanting more friction.
Chan expertly slides his hand on his crotch and took out his erect cock out making you bite your lip and raise your hip in the air, waiting for him to align his cock in your entrance.
He runs his other hand on your bare thighs, stopping at your clothed pussy using his fingers to set the soft fabric aside, his long fingers playing with your clit.
"Oh fuck, Chris."
He lets out a sensual laugh, looking at you while you bite your lips and close your eyes as you feel his fingers penetrating your entrance.
"My baby can take my cock, right? I could just fucking slide in on how wet you are." Chan says as he transfers his other hand on your waist while he aligns his cock on your unprepped pussy.
"Yes, yes, fuck. I can take it!" You placed your hand on your boyfriend's chest as you slammed back down on his hips, his cock slips right inside you, your walls stretching on how big he is.
Bangchan lets out a low growl, "Fuck."
You looked at him, his head leaning on his chair as you slowly move up and down, coating his cock with your wetness. He runs his hands from your waist to your ass, his hands kneading it.
Bangchan suddenly thrusts his hips up making you roll your eyes and let out a scream, "Ah!" You could feel the tight knot in your stomach as Bangchan hold your waist and slams you down on his cock in his own pace, "Fuck, yeah. This pussy is mine."
You rest your head on his shoulder and nod vigorously at his statement, "Yes, yes...yours. Yes, please fuck me so hard."
Bangchan's patience snapped, if he was ever holding back, but he doesn't plan to. He stands up, his cock still inside you while his hands are wrapped around your waist as you pant while he harshly pins you on the wall.
Bangchan moves his hips like there's no tomorrow, he was fucking you like he can't fuck you again, leaving you wanting for more when he bottoms out and leaves your out of breath when he goes deep inside you.
"Yeah? You like this? Getting pinned down?" You nod as your wrapped your legs tighter on his waist.
Your legs shakes and your eyes rolls to the back of your head as you reached your climax, your walls clenching around Bangchan's big cock.
Your mouth agape while your boyfriend plants kisses on your neck, his hot load of cum shooting inside you, some are flowing down on your legs that has now touched the floor.
He keeps you up, his hands stil wrapped around your waist for support, letting you lean on him. He chuckles, "That's what you get."
You giggled, "Hmm, I got what i want." You felt weak and your legs are tired as you hugged your boyfriend while he carries you to bed.
so basically, to summarise, george won his first race, lewis and max made contact, charles and lando made contact, charles called lando a prick, este had to be basically held at radio gunpoint by his engineer to not commit a crime against fernando, charles flipped lando off when he passed him, both mclaren’s dnf, daniel has a three place grid drop, checo let max through, max then doesn’t let checo back through, we entered the rbr civil war era, max’s mum called checo out for cheating, ferrari are trying to replace binotto with fred, ferrari are denying trying to replace binotto with fred, charles is liking borderline anti ferrari tweets, and lando is a pilot. *through tears* did i miss anything?
Oh you’re crying because your driver got a mechanical failure on his birthday? Well my driver had the ceo of his team sign another driver for his seat behind his back on his birthday weekend. There’s that
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