tw: sub!black!reader, reader has locs, dom!mick, size kink (mick is like 6'4, reader is 5'3), very slight ddlg in here, mating press, belly bulges, big dick!mick, biting hair pulling, creampies & first time squirting.
a/n: not proofread so if any mistakes are made, i’m sorry😭😭.
"oh, that’s the spot, baby?" mick teased as the fat tip of his cock rammed against your g-spot, making you clench against him every time he hit it. his large hands pressed against the back of your shoulders as your face was buried into a pillow, weak mewls leaving your throat but was suppressed by the object covering your face. he had you face down, ass up, his ruthless strokes causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head; you were too caught up in the pleasure to even realize he was talking to you until he pulled you up by your hair.
"don't ignore me baby girl." his deep voice rumbled in your ear as he had your locs around in his big fist, pulling your hair back & feeling your arch which made you scream out his name. "MICK!!" you screamed, feeling the large’s man cock now ramming into your cervix, making you see stars as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. "that's not my name, sweetheart." he whispered to you before pulling out, making you whine in disappointment.
"why did you— oh my god!" you yelled in surprise as he flipped you over, now face to face with you. he chuckled, laughing at you getting scared from the sudden flip before he spoke, "my name's daddy, remember that princess." he said, repositioning himself to your entrance before he slowly pushed himself into you, making him grunt as your warm walls quickly invited him in. "oh fuck, mama.." he whispered before his big hands rubbed gently against your thighs, "can you feel this?" he asked, looking down at you as you bit your lip. you nodded quickly as he stared at you, him massaging the side of your thighs before delivering one bigggg thrust, causing your walls to flutter around him.
"daddy, do that again.. please!" you whined as you started to impatiently grind against his thickness. his hands quickly flew to his hips, pinning you down before granting your wish, violently fucking into you. "yeah, like this, baby?" he teased, looking down at the way he’s fucking into you before he noticed the bulge poking out of your tummy. something in him shifted, his grip on yours hips tightened as he jackhammered into your poor, tight, cunt. you pulled at your hair, your eyes watering as your back arched off the bed, mouth falling agape but nothing but broken gasps comes out from the way he’s fucking you.
your stomach turned as familiar build up sensation started to form, “daddy, i'm gonna cum!" you said quickly as you looked at him through your teary eyes, grabbing at his strong bicep. "then cum for me, cum for daddy." he growled, his hips now snapping aggressively against yours. a scream forced its way out your throat as you yelled, your vision blurring as your came before coming back to your senses, looking back at mick but his lower half was.. wet?
you looked at his soaked stomached in confusion before you looked at up at him, his eyes slightly widened before he looked up at you, "baby, you squirted." he told you before crawling on top of you, folding you in half as the back of your calves met his large shoulder blades. "that was my first time ever doing that.." you admitted shyly, avoiding eye contact with the man now hovering closely to your face. "let’s see if i can make you do it again." he smirked before he continued with his brutal strokes, the fat tip of his cock now reaching deep into you which made your arms fly up and scratch at his shoulders.
"god, baby, you feel so fucking good.." he groaned in your ear as he was now balls deep inside of you. the sounds of your noises mixing together drove him wild, now starting to bite at your neck as he chased his nut. the bite hurt but it hurt so good. "daddy, y-you’re too rough!" you complained but he shut you up, quickly. "shut up, you know you like the way i demolish this tight pussy of mine." he growled as you whined, another sense bubbling in your lower stomach, "i’m close again, please daddy, slow down!" you pleaded, nails now digging into his shoulders as moans forced its way through your lips.
"no." he said sternly before he groaned loudly, "daddy's so close baby." he told you, his thrusts becoming sloppy but kept that same hardness as he fucked into you. "daddy, i can’t hold it!" you squealed, your toes pointing to the ceiling as you came, creaming all over his thick length. your orgasm trigged his own, your walls fluttering in uneven intervals as he let out a deep moan, thrusting deeply as he forced his seed deep into you, making sure you didn’t miss a drop of his nut. he pulled out slowly as you gasped for air, him leaning down and placing a sweet kiss on your forehead.
dom!mick + smut + vibrator if you’re still taking blurbs ;)
Vibrator | MS47
⸺ the one where Mick decides to try something new in bed.
✓ nsfw. dirty talk. graphic description of sex. p in v. no protection. use of toys. edging. +18!! Minors DNI!!!.
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The frantic snaps of Mick's body against Yn's pushing and pulling his cock from her wet entrance did not match the soft way in which he pressed the vibrator against her clit which only seemed to add to the sensations.
"Mick-" she whimpered and his lips tugged upwards in a smirk.
One of his hands was holding her wrists together on top of the cushions, while the other used the toy as he pleased. He was playing one of his favorite games: to edge Yn, make her twist and whimper, beg to finally cum. And he loved to do it because it seemed as if she came harder each time.
"I'm gonna turn the vibrations up," he threatened in a mutter, biting his lips to keep his smirk from showing.
"I-I'm sorry. Sir. I'm sorry, Sir," Yn corrected, trying to keep her hips from shying away from his ministrations.
"Good. Be a good girl, and I'll let you come," he whispered, slowing down his thrusts just when he felt her cunt squeeze his dick, almost ready to tip over the edge and cum.
She kept from complaining and crying by kissing and licking his neck, sinking her teeth in his skin. Mick couldn't help but snap his hip, and moan on her ear, dropping the vibrator and letting all his control go over the window.
"Please, sir," she begged, knowing she would get what she wanted in a matter of minutes.
"Pull my hair," he commanded, before finally releasing her wrists. "And, Liebling?" Mick's ocean eyes found her, a darker tone around his irises, "you only come when I tell you to, got it?"
He was giving, but oh wasn't he also taking.
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― Pairing: Mick Schumacher x fem!reader (she/her)
― Word count: 2.2k
― Warnings: +18; not proofread; suggestive content and graphic description of sex (p in v, fingering, dirty talk, praising kink, mean!dom mick, squirting, no protection); jealous!mick; Minors DNI!
― Summary: Everyone talks about how good it is to date someone who’s exactly like you, but Mick has been finding it hard to believe, especially when his girlfriend has the same sunshine energy as him. The problem? Too many friendly flirts around her. And though he’s not a jealous guy, he finds himself ready to praise her and prove to her that he’s the only one. You can say he's obsessed.
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It was past midnight. The party was in full swing. Everyone seemed too busy either with drinks, dance, or lip moves. Mick had a beer bottle in his hands and he listened to whatever his group of friends loudly chattered about while keeping an eye on Yn. Well, or trying to keep an eye on her since Yn would fly and disappear around the packed club as if she were literally a social butterfly.
For a long time, people have been comparing the couple. They always pointed out Yn as the sunshine girl, just like Mick was the sunshine boy. You would never see her raise her voice or be openly rude. Her snarky comments were usually very subtle, and the only thing that gave Yn a hard time when the subject was flying under the radar on how she was feeling was her eyes. Which, curiously, was the same as the Schumacher boy.
He would stare the person up and down or arch his eyebrows in confusion. Sometimes he would let out a fake laugh, and his eyes would tell everything you needed to know about how he was feeling.
And contrary to everything people tend to say about dating someone who shared a lot in common, their relationship was amazing. They were able to agree on disagreeing, and when they shared the same opinion they would often gossip about it whenever it involved famous people. Both not being so open to doing it with anyone else. They were each other's favorite confessors.
“Fucking finally,” he mutters in her ear when she slots herself between his legs, a big smile on her lips, her forehead a bit damp from going around talking with everyone.
“I’m sorry, babe, I just met Jana’s girlfriend, she’s so funny, I love them. We were talking abo-”
“The team’s social media manager?” Mick asked, kissing her naked shoulder, and Yn nodded. “Not even I know Jana this close.”
“Your girlfriend is the social butterfly, Mick,” Esteban, who was sitting at the barstool beside them, stated. “She’s just like you, but much more open to new friends. Where you’re kinda shy, she’s…” he stopped, hands on his chin. “How do you say extravertie?” he asked himself.
“I think it’s extroverted, Estie,” Yn said, turning her front to Mick.
“Yeah, oui! Where Mick’s a bit shy, you’re extroverted. So it’s like sunshine and double sunshine,” he explained, but neither the German nor Yn was paying much attention this time, too wrapped up in each other’s stare.
“You look so pretty tonight. Prettier than ever,” Mick whispered in her ear, and Yn draped her body on his, kissing his heart through his white shirt.
“You look like quite the catch too,” was her answer.
And when Mick leaned in to connect their lips in a kiss, he was interrupted by Lando, “Yn, Yn, Yn, he’s about to play the song we asked for.”
And before Mick or Esteban can question ‘Who’s he?’ Yn explained that it was the DJ who was super friendly and ended up friends with Lando and her, to which the French guy just arched an eyebrow to his best friend, as if saying, ‘See my point? Double sunshine’. Yn kisses Mick’s cheeks briefly, and in the blink of an eye, she disappears in the crowd stopping here and there to talk to people that the Schumacher was almost sure she just met that weekend. And you see, he wasn’t a jealous guy, far from that. Mick knows Yn loves him. He knows she’s someone warm and happy, and that seems to call people to her, and though people say that they’re the same he secretly thinks that everyone’s in love with her, not with him.
And he doesn’t judge.
He’s in love with her too.
The problem is that lately, everyone is on her lane, so much they can’t seem to catch a break, and the line is crossed for him that night when he’s in a friend’s circle and Yn gets there straight into Pierre’s waiting arms exchanging some kind of internal joke. And he knows Pierre’s a flirt as a joke. He knows the French is very much in love with Kika. But the second one of the guys asks if Yn is Pierre’s girlfriend Mick is fuming.
“No,” it’s Mick’s monosyllabic answer before he brings Yn to his embrace, holding her in front of his body and burying his head on her neck. He doesn’t even register that Kika is right beside Pierre laughing at the way they got it all wrong and explaining that Yn is just like Mick, rarely, somebody doesn’t like her.
When he closed his teeth after nipping at her skin, pinching her pulsing point, Yn held back a whine and laced their fingers. And it was just what Mick needed to drag her out of there. He doesn’t stop to say goodbye, doesn’t stop to explain why they’re leaving, they just navigate between the crowds to the waiting drivers outside the club. The second they reach the hotel and get inside the elevator, Mick is all over her and that fire is completely new to Yn. So much so that she can’t even formulate a question about what got him like that, because he answers for himself too, when he mumbles “Gotta show them you’re mine. Show them you can be friendly with everyone, but there’s one side of you that only I can see.”
Yn relishes in the feeling of being trapped between the elevator walls and his hard body, the way one of his thighs presses against her core and he holds her face between his big hands, making her lips pluck just for him. In fact, everything she would do that night would be just for him. For their pleasure only. In the security of being free to be as nasty as she wanted because that was just what Mick was doing by whispering the most unholy things in her ears.
She was fucked.
Would literally be in just a few seconds, there wasn’t any doubt about it.
Once they were inside his room, Mick made quick work of taking off her dress, exposing her bare breasts to the cool air of the room, her nipples hardening in an instant, she whimpered asking for his touch.
“Oww, poor girl. I haven’t even touched you yet, Schatzi,” he mocked, holding the strings of her panties in his hands and pushing it up a bit, dragging the material right on her clit. Yn moaned, and he smirked deviously. He was being mean because he could and because he knew it turned her on, “I wonder how wet that pussy is.”
“It’s for you, Micky. All for you,” she manages to breathe out her answer.
“I bet it is, Schatzi. I bet you kept thinking about me losing my patience, dragging you into one of those bathrooms, and fucking you until they all heard you screaming,” his dirty words kept going dragging more and more moisture from her body. Making it hotter. “Or did you think about me fingering you under the table?” he chuckled maliciously, and louder when Yn grabbed one of his hands and pushed it inside her pants.
Mick shook his head, keeping his fingers still right on top of her clit, “tsk tsk, that’s not how this works, Yn. You know that though everyone says you’re a ray of sunshine, you’re actually a bad girl, don’t you? You tease me so much by being just like me, it’s not even fair,” he remarks.
“Micky, I-” she’s interrupted by his pointer finger on top of her lips.
“I’m gonna teach you a lesson tonight, OK?” Yn could swear she never saw that gleam in his eyes. “You’re mine and only mine. Ok?” he repeated his last remark, grabbing her chin and turning her face to his.
“Yes, sir.”
“Now that’s improving,” Mick nodded, and finally his fingers dragged on her slit, feeling how wet and piling she was for him. He took his time caressing her, circling her clit, and getting so close to inserting his fingers, that Yn wanted to scream at him whenever he retreated.
That was mean.
He knew that was mean.
He was having fun with it all.
But it did not take him long to push her against the mattress of their bed. Big hands held Yn’s waist in place while she tried to make herself as comfortable as she could, supporting her body on her arms, face down on the pillows, and ass up in the air like a piece of art made for his eyes only. Yn heard the drag of his zippers, and his pants coming down. She heard the material of his shirt, and she heard the slap he gave on her ass too, moaning into the bed.
She felt dizzy, a rush of ecstasy running through her body when he pushed her panties to the side and bottomed out in one swift motion splitting her in two. She felt her arousal messing where their bodies intertwined and his firm grip on her waist that would certainly leave bruises behind. The cotton of her piece of clothing pushed deliciously against her clit, and she had to register both feelings when Mick draped part of his body on top of her and bit her shoulder.
“Stay still,” he commanded, and Yn shuddered with how sinful his desire was, “Now show me how much you need me.” She pushed her hips back sending shockwaves through their bodies, starting a lazy pace, with deep but slow strokes.
“I need more, Micky,” Yn cried out, without stopping her movements. She turned her face slightly trying to make eye contact and he caressed her spine with one hand, “Please, give me more, love.”
And that he did. Mick moved one strong leg to the bed, his other foot planted on the ground, and dived into her pussy with strength and pace, taking moans out of Yn. He felt the sweat start at his hairline, and his hands gripping her waist started to slip, making him sink his short nails into her skin. His frantic moves brought them closer to their orgasms, and when he felt her walls contract against his dick he gripped her neck bringing her back flush to his front, creating a new angle and hitting new spots that made Yn see stars. She gripped his waist and slid her hand to his ass digging her own nails there.
Mick grunted and lost a bit of the self-control he had, slipping dirty words in German on her ear.
“You’re taking me so well, being such a good girl for me.”
“All for you, just for you, Mick,” she whimpers moments before he tells her to milk his cock, to let go, to jump off because he’s ready to catch. And Yn does just that. She cums and Mick’s not far behind, giving her just a few more strokes to ride her orgasms and reach his.
“You look so sexy fucked up like this,” the German mumbles after a second of silence catching his breath. Yn smiles lazily. “But I want one more, give me one more, Schatzi.”
Yn lies on her back now, Mick hovering over her, eyes searching for hers in an attempt to make sure she’s still navigating the same boat, feeling the same waters. There’s a wicked glow in her eyes too. He smirks.
Still holding eye contact with Yn, Mick drags his shaft on her slit, messing his dick with their juices, before sliding inside again. She purred in his ear, lacing her arms around his broad shoulders. Mick rolled his hips, and Yn bucked hers, looking for relief again. Searching the shockwaves.
“I’ll never get enough of you,” She confesses, and he grins on her neck, nipping her skin.
“Say my name,” this time his forehead was touching hers, blue orbs trained on hers, and when she moaned his name Mick snapped his lower half, dragging his body against hers. “You’re taking me so well. Always takes me so well. Such a good girl now. I’m obsessed with you. Love you so much, Schatzi,” he praises.
Mick gives another series of commands, telling Yn not to take her eyes off him, to roll her hips, to dig her nails into his shoulders, and to moan louder. She does it all. She does everything in a trance. Each syllable is pronounced against his lips, each movement is made with the permission of his eyes. There’s too much to gather, too much to concentrate, she feels her body convulsing, a sob passing between her open lips, right before the gates are opened and she’s squirting for the first time. Pussy gushing on Mick and their bed. Making a mess of everything, and making him cum right on the spot while watching everything unfold. His eyes keep going from hers to their joined bodies, to hers again, and he smirks proudly before they both slump in a mess of sweat, cum, and limbs on the bed.
“That was so hot,” he blushed. After saying the dirtiest things and doing them all, Mick Schumacher blushed.
“You gotta keep teaching me lessons. I feel like I have so much more to learn,” Yn joked with a giggle, and he kissed her chin.
“If it depends on how friendly you are, I’m gonna teach you you’re mine after every social gathering.”
“I kinda like this new side of you.”
“Kinda?” he arches his brows. Y/n can almost hear him mentioning the hottest sex they’ve ever had. She smiles.
“A lot, actually. I like it a lot.”
“I thought so too.”
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We could also have mean dom!Mick in the drivers room. You’re riding him and he’s praising you but also teasing you a bit. at one point there are tears coming out of your eyes from how good he feels, how big he is. “Yeah, splitting yourself open on this cock, baby? Feels nice?” “Aw you’re crying? Are you sure you can handle this dick?” And then when you’re about to cum he says “Go, make a mess on this dick” 🧎♀️🧎♀️🧎♀️
Not really dom!mick but part of the dialogue in the Suit testing piece hehehehe:
“Keep your voice down, you don’t want them to know that’s what you’ve been trying to do the whole time, right? Get your boyfriend to fuck you against the door in the bathroom,” the German clicked his tongue in fake disappointment. “Such a bad girl, Yn.”
If you’re not using protecting, the way he would moan and groan watching your cum mix with his and spill down your legs when you stand up- woooop
