warnings: slightly proofread + nsfw + not intended for minors
a/n: clearing out my drafts.. feedback is always appreciated xx
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the days have been long and boring without your lover in Monaco. he’s hours ahead of you, peacefully asleep in Australia, while you finish up an essay only wishing for those sweet lips against your shoulder blades.
he’d always congratulate you on your hard work. lips tingle all over your body while his hands pull at the material of your shirt, he pulls you into his lap saying he’s been so patient and now he needs your fingers all over him.
it doesn’t take much convincing for you to press the call button on your phone, you stare at yourself on the screen figuring maybe he needs a congratulatory message.
the shirt you’re wearing is thrown to the side revealing the lacy bra you’ve been sporting all day, it’s his favorite if you recall correctly.
the line says “connecting” and soon enough you’re greeted to a dark screen and the sounds of the hotel air conditioning, “amour,” he groans, you can hear the things on his nightstand fall as he swears trying to the light switch of the lamp.
when he finally does, he squints a little trying to get used to how bright it is, the bright red floral lacy is all he can see, and when his eyes adjust he blinks a little at the sight.
“where’s that pretty face?” he asks, you hear him click a screenshot before you move backwards to reveal all of you. you’re in his sweatpants and his favorite lacy bra.
“what’s this for?” he groans, you have no idea just how hard you made him. it’s nearly three in the morning and he can’t believe how bad he missed you. he never got like this, and you never FaceTimed him this horny before.
“just to congratulate you on being one of the best drivers in formula 2.” you flip around on the screen, hands working the hooks of your bra, he watches the material fall down your front and drop to the floor.
“turn for me.” he begs, a little whine escapes his lips when he sees your breasts come into view. he licks his lips, head tilting backwards as you see he took a photo of the FaceTime.
“you kill me.” he whines, you hear his breath hitch, he wants to show you how you make him feel, but he’s too busy watching you slip out of his sweatpants to reveal the tiny thong.
he groans, your name sounds like a whine against his lips, he can’t stand you. as much as this was all about showing him how proud you are, he wishes you were in the hotel bed with him. he wishes your fingers were stroking his cock rather than his own.
“I can’t wait for you to get home.” you lean against the mattress, sweet innocent smile on your lips watching him toy himself.
Warnings: SMUT (what else is new), unprotected sex bc i forgot to write it in but let’s just pretend he knows she’s on the pill lmao, swearing, me pretending like I know how to write french dirty talk, idiots in love ect ect
Words: 2.2k
Song recs: Are we still friends? by Tyler, The Creator // Heartbreak anniversary by Givēon // moonlight by Ariana Grande
Author’s note: sorry for the long wait for a new fic! Once again this is a part 2 to what was supposed to be a one shot but oh well xo I am still feral for this man so…yeah <33 Requests or ideas are still open! Feedback very much appreciated!! Not proofread. Enjoy xx
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I’m still really sorry about our first date Y/N
really hoping I get a chance to make it up to you
Your eyes trailed over the message for what felt like the hundredth time today. Despite your lack of reply to his previous texts, Oscar had decided you were worth the possible embarrassment of double texting a girl he’d only been on one date with ,if you could even call it that.
It shouldn’t be this difficult, but like many times before, your bad habit of procrastinating until there was no way to avoid the task at hand had led you into a difficult situation.
The only difference was that this time it wasn’t about an exam or an essay, it was about two boys and their longtime friendship that you could potentially ruin.
You settled on sending Oscar a vague message about how busy you’d been with school and work without giving him a concrete answer to his request to see you again.
It had been four days since the coffee shop, but somehow it felt like weeks. Months even.
Arthur and you had fucked and then he’d asked you on a date. Then neither of you had texted the other, only for Oscar to ask you on a date…again. Fantastic.
SUMMARY: when the man in the bar gets too handsy, arthur is more than ready to step in.
REQUEST: from @princessbetsy123-blog : “Can u do a Arthur fanfic idc. What is abt” and from anon: “can i request one where the reader is at a club and theres this guy being creepy towards her and arthur interferes and pretends to be her bf to help her out <3 (strangers to lovers)”
WARNING: creepy guy in a club, nothing else
PAIRING: reader x arthur leclerc
WORD COUNT: 821
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You lost your friends a while back, some of them already preoccupied with whomever they decide to spend the night with and the others already too drunk to realize you’d somehow been separated from the group.
You aren’t too drunk, still able to properly walk in your heels without wobbling but you are a little tipsy, your head already beginning to spin as you attempt to look over the sea of people in search for your friends. The party scene have never been your thing but there’s never been anything wrong with dressing up and spending the night dancing and so you hadn’t thought much into it when you agreed but if you’d known you’d be spending the night alone, you would have chosen your couch and a rerun of brooklyn 99.
“What’s a pretty girl like you doing alone?” Someone purred by your ear, immediately making you move away from the touch of the drunk man who suddenly appeared behind you. He definitely looks more than a few years older as he smirks at you, hand gripping a bottle of beer.
You resist the urge to grimace, the sight of him disgusted you. “I have a boyfriend, sorry.”
You hate that you have to make up some lie just for this man to leave you alone but unfortunately, you know that men only respect other men. He might not see you as a human being, but he will be your imaginary boyfriend.
But this man only smirks wider, looking so sinister and terrifying at that moment that you attempted to take another step back. “I don’t see him around now, do I?”
He’s moving towards you again, hands reaching to place on your hip. You try to swat his touch away but somehow that only makes him smirk wider.
“Please let me go,” you say, hating the way the shake in your voice is evident as the stench of alcohol covering him invades your nostrils.
“Come on now, honey, no need to play hard to get. You’re far too pretty not to get laid tonight.”
You’re already considering screaming and making a scene when an arm wrapped around your waist, removing the creepy man’s hand on your hip.
“She said to let her go, did she not, mate?” said a thick accent behind you and you turned around to be faced with another man, a smile on his face but you can see the threat in them as he stared down the drunk man that had just been hitting on you. You have half a mind to push him away but his hold is warm and inviting and the wink he gave you when you met his eyes somehow eased your fears.
“Look, man,” the creepy man continues. “I don’t know who you are but I got to her first.”
“I’m her boyfriend,” your ‘boyfriend’ said menacingly, his french accent somehow becoming thicker. He looks ready to pounce as he pulls you closer to him, practically placing you behind him and out of the man’s view. “And unless you want a broken nose, I’d suggest leaving now.”
You expected a little bit more of a fight but the man simply huffed before turning around, stumbling out of your sight.
Your savior removes his arm around you and you can’t help but miss the heat he provided, your short dress barely enough to protect you from the cold.
“Thank you,” you tell him, attempting a smile. “Thank you so much for helping me out with that. I was beginning to get scared.”
That was a lie. You were already scared before he came.
He gives you an easy smile, so much unlike the sarcastic one he had given the man earlier. You can’t help but notice the wrinkles by his eyes when he smiles and you’re tempted to reach out and sooth it with your fingers.
“Don’t mention it,” he says, needing to speak up in order to be heard over the loud music. “I’m Arthur.”
“Y/N,” you tell him as you wrap your arms around you, trying to keep yourself warm. “And thank you so much again, Arthur.”
“Here. You look like you’re about to freeze.” He says nothing else as he shrugs off the jacket he’s wearing, offering it to you. You can’t even find it in yourself to argue as you gratefully accept the warm fabric, slipping your hands through the much bigger sleeves.
“Do you…do you want to get out of here?” He asks hesitantly, scared you’ll think he only helped you out so he can have his own way with you. Truthfully, he just really wants to be able to look into your eyes and hear your voice.
But his worries disappear as you flash him a smile and Arthur could have sworn his heart stopped beating there and there.
Summary: Your tinder date is alright. His roommate is just better.
Warnings: smut, swearing, me refusing to write anything other than the -we shouldn’t be doing this- trope :))
Words: 4.5k words of breaking bro code
Author’s note: not my best work but I just had to get this man out of my system.Took some creative liberties to make it a college!AU so let’s just pretend that makes sense lmao. Also my French is doubtful at best so if you are a native french speaker and catch me writing absolute nonsense no you didn’t :)) Not proofread. Feedback very much appreciated!! Enjoy xx
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You had told yourself it would never come to this.
When your best friend first brought up the idea of downloading a dating app, you almost choked on the wine you had been drinking. During a night out she had been telling you non stop how you were too picky when it came to men, and that you just had to ‘put yourself out there’, whatever that meant.
You wouldn’t say ‘picky’ was the right word exactly, more that for you there was a difference between finding a guy-good looking or nice, and actually being attracted to them.
The idea of having to advertise yourself only for a guy to decide within approximately seven seconds if you had potential or not, made you cringe internally. But that was months ago, and you had to admit that between school and serving overpriced lattes to other students in the on-campus coffee shop, you had gotten bored…and lonely.
Bored and lonely enough to download Tinder after tossing and turning in your bed for over an hour. Without thinking about it too much, you threw some pictures of yourself onto your profile and got to work. In the dark of your room, your phone screen the only source of light, it was easy to get over the initial embarrassment of it all and just give it a shot.
After a while, you had gotten a few matches, but had absolutely no idea how to start a conversation on here to save your life, so instead you opted for putting your phone down and trying to sleep once again, the monotone action of swiping left or right having made you just the right amount of tired.
The next morning as you got ready for class, you had received a message from one of the tinder guys.
New message from Oscar:
Hey, Y/N :) how’r you doing?
He was cute, and looked like a nice enough guy. You remembered he had some pictures in racing attire, and that made him seem slightly more interesting. At the very least it gave you a conversation starter if you were to go out. You replied to him as you made your way out of the apartment, and continued to message back and forth the rest of the day.
After about a week of sporadically messaging Oscar, he offered to take you out next friday. He hadn’t made a huge impression, but to be honest neither had you, texting had never really been your thing, so perhaps meeting up would give you an idea if this was something to pursue or not. You accepted, and you agreed on dinner and a movie at his place, being that his roommate would be out that day.
"It's hard to not grab you and fuck you against that wall!" With Arthur please🤭🤭
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I knew I shouldn’t have, but seeing how easily my smiley Arthur turned into a jealous man with a ticked jaw and tight fists was so tempting. When I’d laugh at his brother’s joke a little longer, or I’d touch him more often. Caressing his arm and staring at him with adoration.
The annoyance on Arthur's face was something I couldn’t say I was used to, but I knew what would come out of it. Like any time I’d tease him, there’d always be a punishment. Fire ran through me as I glanced at Arthur every few seconds. His body stiff and in the same position as the past minutes, watching us.
I was greedy, taking up all his enjoyment to be wasted on me. But what could I say it was Arthur Leclerc. After many long minutes, I finally left Charles, walking toward the bar and acting almost oblivious to Arthur who leaned against the counter.
Making sure my dress hugged each feature of my body that he couldn’t resist, which to my happiness, was all of it. I caught him stalking closer in my peripheral. Stomach tensing and body flushing as his smooth voice filled my ears. “Oh mon amour, you think I don’t know what you’re doing? Don’t even know if I should call you that or a putain.” My breath hitching at his sentence, to any spectator it would seem as though he’s sharing loving words, but my throbbing pussy could say otherwise.
“Tell me then, what am I doing and then I’ll let you call me whatever you want.” A deep groan leaves Arthurs mouth and it only makes me more satisfied. Bringing his head closer to mine to grunt into my ear. “You know how fucking hard it is to not grab you and fuck you against that wall?”
“How hard, Arthur.” I breathe into his ear, my words almosting sounding like a moan.
“So. Fucking. Hard. I might just do it so everyone can see.”
summary: After a fight, you decided that the best way to punish Arthur was simply not talking. He couldn't, however, take it any longer after seeing you in a silk red dress.
keywords: not really fluff but not really angst, kind of sexual, he begs, Arthur is a simp, f!reader.
characters: Arthur Leclerc.
warnings: reader wears a dress, reader is referred to as "sweet girl".
a/n: the first shortfic to a series of formula 1 one shots! me and my friend did this thing where we write things of our favorite drivers to one another and I decided to post some (a lot) of them. hope u enjoy it! this one's prompt is "wearing a revealing dress while giving them the silent treatment". also, the next one will probably be either a Jenson Button one or a Max Verstappen one!
word count: 342.
requested?: yes! by a friend.
Arthur never regretted something more in his entire life.
Sure, right after raising his voice in his argument with you he already felt like the worst boyfriend ever. You two were discussing his crappy time management skills and since he was already stressed, he ended up telling you to shut up.
And he regretted that terribly.
He had given you apology letters, perfumed them with his cologne — which you once told him was one of your favorite scents — and left them on your nightstand. But that didn’t seem to help much — even though he caught you smiling to one of them one day.
He was already hopeless by day two. He didn’t even know what to do anymore.
But when he saw you with that silky red dress, it was inevitable.
His knees failed him — thank God they did —, and soon enough he was crawling to you, putting his hands on your thighs.
“Baby, please.” He shamelessly begged. He didn’t know how long he could endure this torture anymore. “I might actually go insane without hearing your voice, mon amour.”
His eyes got lost in the way the silk hugged your body. The soft cloth moved around your waist freely, cruelly reminding him of your smooth skin underneath it, making him desperate. Desperate for your body, for your touch, for your sweet whispers against his ear.
“You know I don't mind begging you, don’t you, sweet girl?” Arthur asked, looking up at you. He grabbed your hand, kissing your palm, then wrist, then arm. Slowly, he reached your ear. “I beg you to tell me what I have to do to earn your forgiveness. I’ll do anything, darling. Anything.” He whispers. His desperation was palpable enough for you to touch. “You have me entirely to you, and that means that I’ll do as you wish. So please, baby, tell me how I can show you how much I regret saying those things.”
In the end, Arthur showed how sorry he was.
And how thankful he felt to earn your so desperately desired forgiveness.
↳username2 wdym bro wtf Arthur is just getting his karma, he CHEATED on Y/n with her best friend
↳username2 and Y/n only got with his brother after the breakup
username3 It's so crazy to me how not long ago Y/n was with Arthur at Charles' race and we could see them all lovey dovey and now she's with Charles 💀
username4 I hope they actually like each other and it's not just something Y/n schemed to get back at Arthur
↳username5 And even if it is, so what? Both Leclercs deserve this if she's doing it for the sake of revenge
username4 What did Charles ever do to you 😭 he's a literal pookie
username6 I am BEGGING to find out Arthur's reaction
username7 I wanna see this on Drive To Survive lmao
↳username8 The most interesting thing in the whole season lol
username9 Exactly! Men driving in circles? Nah, fuck that, give me family drama
yourusername The Art & The Artist
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charles_leclerc I took way more than these 2 pictures, should post them all
↳yourusername some would get me banned🤭
username1 MY OH MY
username2 What did she say 😐
username3 I'm jealous but haven't decided if I want him or her
username4 Arthur better not read this comment section (I hope he will)
francisca.cgomes Thanks for blessing my eyes 🫶
↳yourusername You're welcome bestie🫶
username4 it's so nice to see Y/n found a friend who won't steal her bf
username5 You can't be sure, it's Charles Leclerc we're talking about. You think he wouldn't go for his best friends' girlfriend who is now his own girlfriends' best friend after pulling what he's just pulled?
username4 ngl girl I got lost in whatever you're saying
yoursister In your iconic girl era ❤️
↳yourusername I slayed didn't I 💅
username6 Honestly guys I believe it's not just a revenge scheme
↳username5 What makes you think that?
username6 Given these pictures and the pictures from the gossip page they look pretty much happy to me, too happy for it to be fake
username5 Whatever you say, we'll see. They have to get tired of pretending one day
exbestfriend Glowing ✨🩷
↳yourusername 😐
↳francisca.cgomes 😐
↳yoursister 😐
↳charles_leclerc 😐
↳pierregasly 😐
↳georgerussell63 😐
↳carmenmmundt 😐
↳alex_albon 😐
↳lilymhe 😐
username7 Y/N AND HER COMMENT SECTION ARE ICONIC 😭
↳username8 I can't stop imagining them having a gc and she sent a screenshot of her ex best friend's comment like "you know what to do, guys" 🤣
username9 I just know Arthur is screaming crying throwing up because LOOK AT WHAT HE LOST
username10 Lol who's next? Toto Wolff?
arthur_leclerc My favorite love story is ours ❤️
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exbestfriend So happy we found each other ❤️❤️
username1 💀
username2 Alright they both have the audacity
username3 your love story is cheating on Y/n lmao
username4 Imagine they have a kid one day who'll ask mom dad how did you meet lol
↳username3 I'd be EMBARRASSED
username5 They deserve each other tbh
username6 Hey but... What if this pic and Y/n's pics were taken on the same day...
↳username7 wdym
username6 Arthur wanted to keep and eye on his ex and his brother from afar 😭
username7 it's terrible but possibly true lmao
exbestfriend I'm so sick of people judging us
↳username2 That's what you deserve, the both of you
↳username4 when actions have consequences:😮
yourusername Back at the paddock ❤️
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username1 At least she didn't downgrade right?
yoursister You guys look so good together
↳yourusername Thank you 🫶 ily
↳charles_leclerc Yes we do 😊
↳username2 Y/s/n never commented anything like this when Y/n used to post with Arthur😭
lilymhe It was nice catching up with you when the boys were playing
↳yourusername maybe next time you and Alex could come over so the boys can play some video games together
username3 Pls they're just two single mothers bonding over their toddlers being besties😭
username4 I NEED TO KNOW IF ARTHUR WAS THERE
↳username5 You crazy? Ofc he wouldn't have come, he's too scared of confrontation
username4 Okay but then what if one day Y/n and Charles get married? Will Arthur just skip his brother's wedding?
username5 I think some time will pass before Charles decides to settle down. And not with Y/n, that's for sure
username6 Why not? Y/n makes a much better couple with Charles than she did with Arthur
username5 Charles would never take her seriously lol she dated his brother, Charles is just having fun with her while letting her have her moment
arthur_leclerc Are you wearing the dress you wore on our first date?
↳username2 SHE'S WHAT?????
↳username3 wtf are u doing here
↳yourusername Maybe...
username4 Mother keeps slaying 😭👏
username7 I aspire to be like Y/n fr
alex_albon Lily said we should have a double date
↳yourusername Let's do it then @/lilymhe @/charles_leclerc when and where
arthur_leclerc I just wonder when will you get bored of this
↳yourusername Bored of what exactly? Going to races? You know I've always enjoyed looking at cars go vroooom
arthur_leclerc You know what I mean
arthur_leclerc Of pretending to like Charles just to prove me some delusional point
yourusername You really think I'd waste my energy on that? It's a funny coincidence indeed, but I do like him actually
arthur_leclerc Mhm sure I give you maybe 6 months more, can't keep pretending forever
charles_leclerc A family gathering & the morning after
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username1 OH GREAT HEAVENS
pierregasly Now that's something none of us expected
↳username2 bro speaking facts
username3 They said fuck you Arthur you'll get a proof we're not pretending😭
username4 Well at least the family already knew her
↳username5 Pascale liked Y/n so much she said girl you have my blessing no matter which one u marry
username3 Guys do you think Arthur was there? You know, it's a family gathering, so he had to be there, right?
alex_albon Charles settling down wasn't on my bingo card this year
↳lilymhe Neither was it on mine but I love it
francisca.cgomes Girl you realize there's no going back now? 😂
↳yourusername I hope so😜🫶
arthur_leclerc I still can't believe how disrespectful you both are
↳charles_leclerc Look who's speaking of being disrespectful
↳yourusername stfu arthur maman literally had to kick you out of the party
username3 The way it used to be "Thurthur" and now it's "stfu arthur" 😶
username2 at least the "maman" is the same right
username5 I feel like Pascale likes Y/n more than she likes Arthur
username7 wtf guys PASCALE HAD TO KICK ARTHUR OUT OF THE PARTY 😭😭
↳username8 That's crazy, imagine how's the wedding gonna look like
carlossainz55 Getting engaged after a few weeks? Is she pregnant?😂
↳username9 Not funny
username10 Chill that's just millennial humour from back when pregnancy outside marriage was a disgrace
↳charles_leclerc We've known each other long enough to make this decision 🫢
carlossainz55 Valid point
arthur_leclerc But for majority of this time she was my girlfriend
charles_leclerc On which you cheated
arthur_leclerc @/yourusername did you use me just to get to Charles? Was it your plan from the beginning?
↳yourusername Sure because I have nothing else to do lmao
↳yourusername We've talked about it yesterday arthur, don't start again
arthur_leclerc I just still can't believe Charles would do something like that to me
yourusername And half a year ago I believed you wouldn't have ever cheated on me
charles_leclerc I said it yesterday and I'll say it again, Arthur I will always love you as a brother, but you messed up big time, you can't be mad at us
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Prompt: "You're making it so hard to concentrate right now." "Good, pay attention to me."
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Arthur can feel her looking at him. Her eyes seemed to bore into him. It makes him want to stop watching this onboard, to laugh, to get up from the kitchen table and to join her. But he doesn’t. He keeps watching and tries his best to ignore his girlfriend who is silently begging for his attention.
She gives a quiet huff and his lips twitch up into a smile.
The apartment is filled with quietness, only the sound of their breathing, the quiet hum of the refrigerator, and the even quieter sounds of the car onboard in his ears. It’s peaceful in an odd way.
He watches intently as the car goes into turn seven, nearly losing the racing line. As it regains he hears the couch creek and another quiet huff before the sound of socked feet padding across the hardwood fills his ears.
“Amour,” he warns when he feels her hovering behind him. She isn’t even touching him, not even making any noise but already his concentration is broken. “You’re making it so hard to concentrate right now.”
“Good, pay attention to me.”
He lets out a laugh as she speaks, her arms wrapping around him as she bends to rest her chin on his shoulder. “Have I been ignoring you?”
She nods and he ignores the slight dig of her chin in his shoulder at the movement. “You have. It’s been hours since you even looked at me.”
He lets out a little laugh, that was more than false, but he still closes his laptop and relaxes back into the chair, into her.
“Hello, amour.” He murmurs, tipping his head back when she stands straight to see her face.
She smiles at him. “Hello, Thur.”
He grins at her before puckering his lips. “Kiss?”
She giggles but bends again, pressing a sweet gentle kiss to his lips. “Kiss.”
consider: logan being upset abt his car being given to alex, so he decides to make it everybody's problem. by fingering you in his driver's room. which is beside alex's driver room.
logan knows that the car being given to alex was not alex's fault, but what can he say? he was feeling petty.
fingering you also seems like a better way to deal with his frustrations instead of flying home in his upset.
A/N: AHHHHHHHHHH J FUCK OFF Logan is such a sweet but dirty boy in this
"Logan, where are we going?" You ask, watching as he drags you through the Australian paddock not even stopping for fans but nodding and smiling at them.
"Somewhere," He whispers and pulls you close his fingers dangerously close to going into your jeans. You giggle and move away but Logan pulls you close and nips your ear. "Logan, we're in public." You whisper but he shrugs his shoulders and walks into the Williams hospitality.
The mechanics and even some of the upper level people just smile at Logan but you can tell some of them won't even look Logan in the eye. Walking into the back you see Logan stop and poke his head into a room. "Hey Alex, Y/n and I are going to be next door." Alex smiles and waves at you but you just nod sadly knowing this was eating at him too.
"Alright, have fun." Logan gets this look on his face as he tugs you into his drivers room. Logan slams the door and then looks at you with a smirk. "Logan, want to," "No, I don't want to talk about it, cause right now all I can think about is shoving me fingers so deep in your pussy I make you come that way." You swallow thickly as Logan stalks you like prey.
"Logan, we need to talk about it." "And we will, but right now I want to render my baby so drunk off of need and my fingers. Please, I don't want to think about it." Logan begs, you whine and move undoing your jeans as he smiles gently and lifts you up on the massage table.
He moves to stand between your legs and spreads them out smiling at the cute little white cotton panties you're wearing. "Cute." He drops down to his knees and licks a strip over your underwear which has you gasp, head hitting the wall. "Logie," You whimper hands tugging at the short blonde strands and he groans at the sting in his scalp.
He wraps his hands around your thighs and moves your panties to the side and starts to eat you out slowly. He buries his face between your lips and it's amazing how gorgeous and sinful he looks. Your whining feeling the blood make you puff up and he groans at the slight wetness meeting his tongue.
He pulls back and stands, taking his two fingers and shoving them into your open mouth, you swirl your tongue around his fingers and he pulls them out. He slowly enters them into you which has you breathing hard and fast, trying to ignore the horrible ache between your legs of need.
"I love you," He whispers as you nod your head. "No, y/n, I love you." And you stop, pupils blown as you hear the utter vulnerability and need that you pull him down, kissing him slowly. "I love you too, you're all I need." Logan nods and curls his fingers which causes a small squeak and then a loud moan when he starts to move them in an out.
His thumb rubs your clit in slow circles but his two fingers in you move at a horrible fast pace that just itches a part of your soul so deep it makes you want to cry. Logan knew how to render you senseless with such soft words and being rough all at the same time.
"Logie, I'm fuck," Your legs shake hard and you lose your balance body falling into the wall behind you as you moan loudly. Logan groans feeling the way you clench on his fingers he leans down kissing you gently as you giggle and hear a knock on the door you two turn.
"If you're done.....um....yeah," You hear Alex whine and Logan smirks. "We'll be done in an hour," You smack your boyfriend's chest but he just smiles and leans down kissing you. "Love ya,"
summary: you aren’t sure if you want to destroy his car or take him home with you
a/n: most of this was written late at night and not proofread. love y’all, thanks for answering the poll, that was fun. might do it again
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You enter your usual Miami haunt with your friends, one mission in mind. Your lilac skirt fits your like a glove, showing off your legs and curves. It was Logan’s favorite.
Logan was an asshole, he knows it, ever since he broke up with you last year. He’s been keeping tabs on your socials recently, knowing this is where you go when you are in Miami instead of Fort Lauderdale. He brought Oscar with him as moral support, they stand at the bar, laughing over some bubbly drink.
Your eyes scan the club as you walk in, slightly pausing when you recognize the blonde guy staring at you from the bar, you can tell when someone wants you. Instead, you train your eyes on some guy on the dance floor, sending him a flirty smile and joining him for a dance or two, giving Logan a chance to pull himself together before going in. He can’t help but tell Oscar how good you look. The trap has been sprung. You are going to get Logan back. Whether romantically or by revenge, you weren’t sure.
You walk over to the bar, pretending to have not noticed the pair, standing one seat over.
“Tequila shot,” you order and Logan takes his chance.
“Add two more and put it on my tab,” Logan tells the bartender, Oscar gags a little, but doesn’t protest. You give Logan a look he can’t decipher, but you slide into the seat beside them.
“Thanks,” you say, the awkward small talk between the three of you filling the time as you wait for the shots. Logan salts his wrist for his shot. You grab his wrist, lick it, and throw back the shot. Oscar barely suppresses his laugh as you turn to go back to the dance floor. Logan quickly throws back the shot and follows you. Your friends find Oscar and chat, the group curious to see how this pans out.
“Y/n,” Logan catches your wrist, you act like you don’t care about him, but you can see the whispers in his eyes searching if you still love him. It breaks your cold heart a little. “Don’t be mad, please. I never wanted to hurt you,” he says, trying to win you back.
“I’m like your fucking car. You steered me into the fucking ditch then ran off,” you say after a second, turning back towards the crowd, he just pulls you closer.
“I’m so sorry. I hate myself for that,” he admits, you ignore him, dancing to the beat, not pushing him away but not encouraging him to dance with you either. Just when things are feeling too comfortable, you walk away in the direction of the bathrooms. Logan follows.
“Will you give me a chance?” he asks, the music quiet in the background. ‘God, he’s so fucking fine’ you think to yourself. The lighting doing everything right, the shadows enhance his jawline but his eyes shine bright.
“I haven’t decided yet,” your eyes revealing more than you intended. He can see the hurt and love in them. You aren’t sure if you want to curse him out or bring him home.
“What can I do,” he grabs your hands.
“I don’t know. I’m between being your wife or smashing your car,” you say, steeling yourself. Logan is thinking twice, unsure if he was ever yours or was never not yours. Logan pulls your closer, kissing you. Your body automatically responds to him. letting him pull you close.
“You’re mine,” you whisper, the temptation to both flip him off or pull him into the bathroom strong. He follows you back to the dance floor, you can feel the tension and chemistry coming back, electricity humming in the way you dance together. It’s like pressing a reset button, becoming something new. Oscar and your friends left a while ago, knowing the two of you were determined to leave here together from the start.
You tell the cab the address of your Miami apartment. Every moment that passes sees the hurt and past fade to gray.
“Pick your poison, I’m poison either way,” you had told Logan earlier, he chose you anyway, the both of you wanting to play with the broken pieces of your former relationship.
He pushes you against the wall, kissing you passionately.
“Before we do this, where do you stand? If we go ahead, there is no turning back,” Logan stops, needing to know that you belong to him again, you already know he belongs to you.
“I hate you but I love you just the same. I’m gonna get you back,” you tug on his shirt, pulling him back to you, a feral need for him growing.
It wasn’t a surprise to Logan’s friends when you showed up to the Miami paddock later that week.
What was a surprise was the ring around your finger, one that matches the one around Logan’s.
“What the hell?” Oscar asks, a smile on his face.
“I’m not going to let her go again,” Logan looks down at you with a smile.
“I chose to love him till the end, luckily for Sauber,” you joke, referencing the team who decided to take a chance on Logan and help him develop.
“I’m happy for you two,” Oscar says, happy to see his best friend happy. Everyone but your parents were happy for you, the parents were just mad you got married without them there.
“I am too, but I will take it out on his car if he hurts me again,” you tell Oscar, joking but not joking. Logan just holds you closer. You both told each other about your plans to get each back, it caused a lot of laughter.
“That’s my wife,” he grins proudly. Oscar shakes his head at his friends.
“You did what!” Alex runs over to the two of you. “Where was my invite? Oh, glad to have you back Y/n, Lily missed you,” Alex says, as the two of you just laugh.
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y/nsargeant what if i told you i’m a mastermind, and now your mine ❤️
logansargeant it was all by design ❤️
oscarpiastri not letting the two of you go back to a club, Y/n will end up pregnant or something
y/friend1 you both took getting each other back a little too seriously. this is why i love you
user1 hold up, since when were mom and dad back together??
user2 AND MARRIED??
y/friend2 you really went to the club heartbroken and left ready to get married😭 ilysm
alexalbon they are so unserious 😭
sauberf1 when did this happen? LOGAN??? we’re not mad. pick up your phone
(Other song could be pretty boy - The Neighbourhood)
Tell me, do you actually see what you mean to me?
Tell me, do you think I'll eventually leave if you keep this up?
Tell me, do you see that I'm always there for you?
'Logan? I know you crashed but-'
"Again, I crashed again and you know that it probably will not be the last time I do but-"
'You want it to be effortless ? Oh logan of course it's not gonna be you last time but for now don't start focusing on all the crashes that could happen, look at the track and just be yourself don't think it's your enemy because hell you guys look like enemies all the time.'
"That's easy to say"
'And you know what is also easy to say and do?'
I didn't want an answer when I put my lips on his lips. Giving him gentle kisses like he's gonna break.
I start going down to his neck, lips working perfectly there to leave hickeys so that people would see
Of I would go a little further to his body I would need a place to put one before even starting my adventure again
I climb in his lap do have better access for this man's neck just to feel him bucking his hips up to mine
Slightly begging for him I start to grind down
"Darling we can't be doing it here just wait a little bit for me yeah"
Cutie lil Logie bear fluff because I am sick as fuck and it was needed.
Quick as hell write because I’m on day 3 of a migraine. So it’s a short one.
Requested: yeah by me
Pairing: Logan Sargent x Reader
Warnings: slushy gushy fluff because I’m sad okay(??) ever so slight innuendo.
“Please don’t turn on that light” you groaned shoving your head further into the pillow as you heard shuffling footsteps enter the room.
“I wasn’t planning on” Logan’s soft voice filled the room as you felt his weight sit next to you on the bed, his hand coming to stroke your hair. “I brought you some water baby, how’s the head?”
“I’ve never had any complaints yet” you manage to mutter as your usual joking self. You’d had the worst headache for the past 3 days and all you wanted to do was lie in bed and rot. Today was Logan’s first day back between Japan and China and you wanted to make his welcome home special but you hadn’t even made it to the airport to pick him up.
“I swear you don’t have a serious bone in your body, even when you’re sick” he smiled, tucking your hair behind your ears and revealing your puffy eyes and swollen face.
“Oh god don’t look at me, I look horrendous” you groaned, lightly shaking your head free from his fingertips.
“Like hell you do, you’re still the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever laid eyes on” he whispered, pressing gentle kisses to your forehead.
“You should be out enjoying your time home with your friends, not lead in the dark with me” you whined, cuddling into his arms.
“Nah, in sickness and in health baby, I’d always rather be with you” he said sinking down into bed next you, “plus I missed you way too much to be away for another second” pushing his lips onto yours and playing with your hair as you drifted back off to sleep.
How the current F1 grid acts after going from your friend to lover
Some sections inspired by prompts from @me-writes-prompts
Some are longer than others just depending on how inspired I was, not playing favourites I swear!
Some are angsty, some are fluffy. Some are a lil sexy but they’re all basically just different post friends-to-lovers scenarios. Enjoy!
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#1 Max Verstappen
He relishes in your warm touch against his skin, but he was still so unfamiliar when it happened in front of his friends - even the soft press of your lips against his cheek had his cheeks turning the darkest shade of pink, his next words coming out as stammers. He would be annoyed by the way his friends - your friends - teased him about it but after years of pining - he was just glad he finally got to call you his, your soft giggles filling his ears as he proudly admitted that he was, in fact, a massive simp.
“You’re cute.” You whisper in his ear, laughing when somehow his cheeks darkened even more.
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#2 Logan Sargeant
You could see Logan watching you out of the corner of your eye as the two of you made lunch - you couldn’t help the smile that tugged your mouth. “You’re staring, Logan.” His cheeks flushed, but he approaches you nonetheless - his eyes sparkling. “Can…” He took a deep breath. “May… May I kiss you? Please.” A soft hum left your lips as you looped your arms over his shoulders, fingers carding through the hair at the nape of his neck. “You don’t have to ask… I’m yours.”
He ducked his head to press a sweet kiss to your lips. “I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to saying that.”
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#3 Daniel Ricciardo
The moment the two of you locked eyes, you burst into laughter - tears rolling down your cheeks as you lent into his hold, his cackles bouncing off of the walls as the people around you exchanged looks. “Did I say something funny?” You tried to explain but you couldn’t get a full sentence out without your own giggles cutting you off.
“Are you guys crazy or what?” Daniel managed to calm his laughter just for a moment - his brown eyes sparkling as he looked at you, his smile morphing from one of humour to one of fondness as you tried to calm yourself, wiping away a tear. Crazy in love, maybe.
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#4 Lando Norris
You were rudely awoken by a repeated clacking against your window - none other than Lando stood down on the ground, smiling up at you when you finally opened up the glass to look down. “What on earth are you doing?” You laughed. “You’re my boyfriend now, we don’t need to sneak around anymore.”
When you let him into your place, his hands were immediately on your hips - pressing a deep kiss to your lips. “I miss sneaking around.” He hummed, somehow hauling you even closer. “But I do have to admit… this is better. Showing off to everyone that you’re mine.”
“Yours, huh?” You purr. “Should make me scream loud enough that my neighbours know too.”
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#10 Pierre Gasly
Your breath catches in your throat as he presses you into the wall - his arms caged either side of your head as the music thumps loud in your ears. The smirk that toys on his lips has your heart pounding in your chest. He pressed his body against yours - the months of pining after you were finally over and he had you exactly where he wanted you. “I know exactly what you’re thinking…”
“Oh? You do?” You tease, letting your hands run up his chest. “And what are you gonna do about that, mon amour?”
His chuckle was dark, a thrill zipped up your spine - and as his eyes locked against yours, you knew you were in for a wild night.
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#14 Fernando Alonso
You couldn’t wrap your head around how often his hands were on you - before it was always just a ghostly hand on the small of your back or a gentle hand on your shoulder but now? He’d haul you onto your lap whenever he got the chance, his large hands finding purchase on your waist. Or he’d sweep you into a kiss in front of large crowds, not caring who was watching - and you couldn’t get enough.
“Nando, if I knew you were going to be like this… I would’ve confessed my feelings for you a whole lot sooner” You laughed, as he had practically run away from his PR agent to sweep you up into a massive hug.
“I don’t know how I managed to keep my hands to myself for all of those years, I’m just glad I don’t have to hold back anymore.”
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#16 Charles Leclerc
As his arms slipped around your middle, chin coming to rest on your shoulder - you felt content. After years of mutual pining, his touch felt more natural than ever. The two of you had always been close and the transitions from friends to lovers was so natural, his touches became more intentional, his hugs lasted longer - his hands lower. You turned in his hold so you could brush your lips together in a longing kiss, his stubbled cheeks in your hands. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too, mon chou.” He hummed. “But unlike all the other times? I can show you just how much.” Your laughter was as light as air as he scooped you up into his arms to whisk you to the confines of your bedroom.
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#18 Lance Stroll
Things were still new, fresh, so you decided to keep the nature of your blossoming relationship between the two of you private. But that didn’t stop you from stealing glances at each other across the garage whenever you could, struggling to hold back the smiles. He was brought back down to earth when an engineer nudged a shoulder against his- turning to be met with a teasing, raised brow.
“So, you two..?”
“We’re friends.”
“Just friends?”
He let his gaze fall back to you, unable to help the smile on his face as you gave him a knowing look.
“Yeah, just friends.”
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#20 Kevin Magnussen
Kevin wasn’t huge on PDA, sure - he was more than happy to hold your hand, but for the most part he kept his hands to himself, especially at work. But when it got busy, sardines packed into a small office space for some last minute announcement - he’d always find his way to your side, arm brushed right up against yours. As Ayao addressed the room, he leant in - his voice a whisper. “Fancy a distraction?”
“Depends what you have in mind, Kev.” You whispered back, eyes forward - trying your best to pay attention, but your cheeks instantly heated up as his hand ghosts over your rear.
“You have no idea, søde.”
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#22 Yuki Tsunoda
You’d fallen asleep on Yuki before - he used to freeze up, determined not to move an inch in order not to wake you. But this time, with your head on his chest - hand splayed across his shirt, he simply pulled the blanket off of the back of the sofa and laid it across you both.
He smiled softly as you grumbled and snuggled in closer, allowing him to press a gentle kiss to the top of your head and close his own eyes - just enjoying the weight and warmth of your body on top of his.
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#23 Alex Albon
It was surprisingly warm as the two of you laid on a picnic blanket under the stars, your head rested on his chest - a strong arm tucked underneath you. This was the first real time you’d spent together alone since you’d both finally admitted your feelings and it felt so right. You let your eyes flicker across the stars, a soft gasp passing your lips as you witnessed a shooting star.
“I don’t think Greggs is open this late.”
“How on earth did you know I wished for a sausage roll?”
He chuckled softly. “I know you better than anyone else.”
“Do you though?”
His gaze flickered down to you as you propped your chin up on his chest to look up at him, the smile on his face fond. “Of course I do.”
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#24 Zhou Guanyu
“Open up.”
You opened your mouth, allowing his hand to guide the spoon between your lips - hand cupped beneath your chin to catch any potential dribbles. He watched with eager eyes as you swallowed, the flavours washing over your chin. “Oh my god, that’s delicious.”
“And to think, you doubted me.”
With a playful roll of the eyes, you pressed a kiss to his cheek. “You’ve never cooked anything more than instant ramen in my presence. How was I supposed to know?”
“Cooking is my love language, so get used to it… gonna make sure you’re never hungry.”
“Oh, a boyfriend who’s my own personal chef? I am lucky.”
He grinned at that.
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#31 Esteban Ocon
You wobbled as you fished through the piles of jackets on the bed, trying to fish out your jacket as Esteban leant against the doorframe with a playful smile on his face. “You should just stay here, mon ange.”
A soft whine left your lips. “Estie, I shouldn’t.”
He approached you, his hands wrapping around your middle - pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Stay. I insist… it’s cold out, I’ll keep you warm.”
After a moment of protest, you looped your arms around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss. “Okay, you’ve convinced me.”
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#44 Lewis Hamilton
Although you were more than friends, you were still yet to let him put a label on it. Too scared that saying you were more than just two people screwing, would open yourself up to heartbreak.
But it was different this time, his eyes full of want as his fingers brushed across the skin of your jaw. You wanted to be his, you lent in to kiss him but his grip on your face stopped you, a smirk tugging on his lips. “Lew, please.”
“You know exactly what I want, sweetheart.” He whispered, lips brushing lightly over yours. “I need you to say it. I want to hear you say it.”
“I’m yours, Lewis. Always… Now, kiss me.”
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#55 Carlos Sainz
It was crowded and loud, shoulders bumping against yours - throat burning from having to shout loud enough for anyone to hear you. You swirled your drink in your glass, chin propped up on your hand as you lent against the bar. Carlos could see the scowl on your face from across the room, so he politely excused himself from his friends to approach you.
“Mi vida.” Somehow you managed to hear his low purr over the music. “You look bored.”
You looked up to him, his brown eyes boring into yours. “So bored.”
He chuckled softly, pressing a deep kiss to your lips - stealing your breath. “We should definitely get out of here? Don’t you think so?”
It was almost comical how fast you nodded, letting him haul you out of the club.
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#63 George Russell
“Stop walking away from me!” He practically yelled, halting you in your tracks - you turned to face him, tears rolling down your cheeks. “You’re my best friend, I just.. I just can’t lose you.”
You scowled. “God, I hate that word.”
“Lose?”
“Friend.” You groaned, rubbing your eyes. “George, we’re not just friends, we’ve not been just friends for a long time…”
He stepped closer, taking your hands away from your face - linking your fingers together by your side. “I know, this is all just so new to me. I care about you endlessly… I want this, us, to work.”
You smiled softly, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him softly. “We’ll take it one day at a time, okay?”
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#77 Valtteri Bottas
“You look tired.”
You looked up from your coffee as Valtteri stepped into the room - his mullet messy from sleep as he stepped around the kitchen counter to give you a kiss. The two of you had been roommates for two years, but had recently found yourselves falling comfortably in a relationship - his bedroom long since abandoned.
“I did not know you had the ability to snore that loud, Val.”
He let out a snort of a chuckle. “Well, it wasn’t like I knew that you sleep with a hundred stuffed animals either.”
You giggled, placing your mug on the counter so you could pull him closer. “You wanna go back to your own room?”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
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#81 Oscar Piastri
“This was a terrible idea.”
Oscar laughed as he stood just ahead of you on the ice - you were holding onto the railing for dear life as you shuffled your skates towards him. He rolled his eyes and effortlessly skated over. “You’ll never get better if you don’t let go. I won’t let you fall.”
With a huff you finally relinquished your grip and made an attempt to skate, for a moment - it feels like you have it, but a second later you’re crashing face first into Oscar’s chest - the two of you falling back onto the ice.
“Oh my god, Osc. I’m so sorry!” You squeaked. “You okay?”
“I got you flowers for our first date and you gave me a concussion, that doesn’t seem like a fair deal.” He teased. “A kiss would make it better.”
With a playful roll of the eyes you lent down to kiss him - definitely a first date to remember.
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A lil bit of everything for everyone! Hope you enjoyed x
A/N: Hi there! This is a little Logan blurb that popped into mind a few days ago and I decided to post it because it’s Miami GP week. Sorry if it’s short but I hope you enjoy it!
The summer sun was bright and beamed down. Your skin was hot to the touch but you didn’t mind it; the tan would be immaculate afterwards and it wasn’t like you weren’t used to the sun. Lying on the towel and a book held high above you, the waves crash softly and you let out a peaceful sigh.Droplets of cold water suddenly fall on your face, you scrunch your nose at the temperature.Placing the bookmark on the page you close the book and put it inside your bag. Fingers lower your sunglasses and you look up at Logan who was looking down at you.
Laughing he let a few more droplets of water fall on your face. You giggle, “Lo that’s our drinking water.” “I know I just wanted to get your attention for a bit,” he replies while tickling your nose. Smiling and rolling your eyes you turn around and sit up, Logan crouches down. “Get in the water with me, you’re almost done with the book anyways. Por favor” he pleads. Of course you couldn’t resist when he used your native language, obliging you to stand up. Grinning Logan grabs your hand and breaks into a sprint forcing you to follow him. As your bare feet come into contact with the sand you can’t help but giggle and follow him.Without breaking contact you wade in the after and once deep enough you dive under the cold water, hand in hand you swim a short distance before resurfacing to catch air.
Logan gives you a look full of pure love and adoration, “What?” You ask him as you kick lightly, “Nothing,” he says smiling. “Why are you looking at me like that then?” You counter. He just swims towards you and grabs your waist, “You’re so gorgeous,” he says and you just laugh and your arms find their residence around his neck. You kiss him softly, his lips taste like sea salt. “I missed doing this with you,it’s my favorite thing, ” he said. Happily you hummed, “What about it?” You asked and Logan tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “The sun, my girl, the waves. It’s all I need” he said and you laughed. The two of you swam for a while more before drying off. Packing up your things Logan carried the bags and grabbed your hand swinging it back and forth. You giggled, “Can I drive now Lo?” You asked. Logan smiled, “Of course baby.”
Logan tossed the keys and you caught them, twirling them around your finger you opened the door and climbed in. Turning the ignition you picked the music while Logan tossed the bags in the back and climbed in. With the top down you drive down the streets of Miami as you sing along. Florida by Taylor Swift came on and Logan raised the volume, smiling you both belted out the lyrics. Both you were out on the balcony looking out at the sunset, Logan had his arm around you and your head rested against his shoulder while your fingertips trace lazy patterns up and down his arm.
“Days like these make me want to not return to London,” you say and Logan hums in agreement. “We can come back for winter break and stay longer,” he says before kissing the top of your head. “I like that idea, let’s just stay here for a bit before getting on any more planes” you reply with a laugh. “Please, we need to stay in a single place for more than a week” Logan replies and you both let out a laugh as you continue to watch the sun go down and disappear among the buildings.
Traveling with Logan is something you thoroughly enjoy, but days like this when you can relax before his home race and have some alone time are precious. While neither of you can’t deny you love London, Florida will always be home to you two and any chance you get to come down here doesn’t go to waste.
summary: f1 driveres reacting to ur "i miss u" texts!
warnings: fem pronouns, mentions of cheating, slightly suggestive, mentions of orgasm (AS A JOKEJSJS), slight nsfw (?), typos, idk if there are any more!
charles, carlos, lewis, george, max
oscar, lando, alex, logan, daniel
an: bro i kinda need me a man like them desperately
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