nsfw under the cut <3 minors can lurk but please do not interact!
vivi i went off the rails for this one. what the fuck have you done to me.
"pierre," you whine, fighting to maintain a sense of composure when his lips feel so damn good on your neck. how did he learn which places make you melt so quickly?
"tell me to stop. tell me no, and we don't have to keep going." his breath is hot on your neck, and the feeling of his body pressing you against the wall of his driver's room makes you dizzy.
you shake your head. "keep going." you swear you can feel him smirk against your neck.
"that's what i like to hear." he resumes his actions, kissing, biting, and licking all along your neck, but being gentle enough to not leave any marks that would make the media suspect a single thing had happened. his hands, however, roam your body, squeezing and groping wherever he can- your waist, hips, ass, thighs, and tits all become victim of his hold, and when he reaches beneath your bra and pinches your nipple, you moan. loud.
pierre pulls back, and you whine, the loss of stimulation leaving you breathless. "amour." you raise your eyebrows, questioning what he's up to. "you have to be quiet." you nod, and he grins devilishly before dragging you over to the couch, shoving his race suit down to his ankles, and popping the button on your jeans. "you promise you can be quiet?"
"yes, pierre, i promise, now please, fuck me already."
"as you wish," he snips back, unzipping your jeans before leaning back to pull his fireproofs and boxers down as you kick your heels off and step out of your jeans and panties. when you straddle his thighs and pierre guides you down on his cock, you forget the whole 'staying quiet' thing and, once again, moan way too loudly, your eyes shut in biss. your moan is cut off by pierre's fingers on your tongue, and, on instinct, you close your mouth on them. "there we go. that shut you up, didn't it?" your eyes roll, and your hips rock on instinct, but now your moans are muffled by pierre's fingers. "look at you. getting yourself off on my cock with my fingers in your mouth, just so the entire motorhome doesn't know how good you are for me? you're so filthy, and you look absolutely gorgeous doing it." you moan again, and saliva drips out of your mouth and down pierre's fingers, but he wouldn't have it any other way.
it isn't long before your thighs burn in exhaustion, and pierre opts for fucking up into you, making a mental note to his physio to thank him for never letting him skip leg day. his fingers slide out of your mouth and he brings you towards him, kissing you with more hunger and fervor than he ever has. it makes you dizzy how good you feel, and before you know it, you're cumming on his cock, a broken moan swallowed greedily by pierre's lips.
sending in a request does not guarantee it will be written. i try to write at most two blurbs per driver per weekend so that there is a good mix of drivers and prompts.
blurbs will be published starting friday, 9 august.
friday.
00.00: alex albon x quote #11 (how do i look?)
06:00: oscar piastri x action #2 (morning stretches (bonus points for groans/moans from stiff joints))
12:00: lewis hamilton x quote #10 (i said no touching.)18:00: nico hulkenberg x action #7 (morning head.)
saturday.
00.00: george russell x quote #14 (that's so good, baby, fuck. just like that.)
06:00: charles leclerc x action #1 (hands inching their way up thighs during a drive.)
12:00: max verstappen x quote #7 (you look so good, baby.)
18:00: valtteri bottas x action #10 (cockwarming.)
sunday.
00.00: daniel ricciardo x action #7 (morning head.)
06:00: carlos sainz x quote #13 (still? you're still needy? oh, gorgeous, i just fucked you.)
12:00: fernando alonso x quote #15 (open that pretty mouth for me.)
18:00: pierre gasly x action #15 (one person putting their fingers in the other's mouth.)
