#100! toto & seb competing together playfully for who can make you feel the best
#100 “Could he make you feel as good as I do?”
cath!! someone else requested dan for this one, but i’ll be honest - i’m feeling these two for it much more! i was inspired. this is honestly one of my favorites.
seb x reader x toto - as always let me know if something needs to be tagged!
Toto has your back to his chest, your legs splayed wide around his as he sits in the desk chair. His fingers toy with your cunt and you can feel yourself drip, surely making a mess of his chinos beneath you.
You whine when his hand disappears, too far gone into your own world to have heard the single knock at the door.
You leave your head resting on Toto’s shoulder as the visitor enters, confident that he wouldn’t expose you to anyone unless he wanted to.
“I can see you’re busy,” Sebastian starts, grin evident in his words.
Your eyes flutter open and your head raises, gaze landing on him. He’s sweaty and flushed, likely just in from a jog around the track. “Hi Seb,” you offer, watching as his gaze sweeps down your naked form.
“Hi sweetheart.”
“Sit back and let Sebastian and I talk for a minute, love.”
Toto’s hands rest easily on your thighs, fingertips tracing constant patterns. He and Seb begin a conversation in German and you let your head tip back again as your eyes fall closed. Their words lull you into a nice mindless space, one where you don’t even think about how you must look, spread open and draped upon Toto’s lap in his paddock office.
As he speaks, Toto continues to play with you like he has before, his fingers teasing along your slit, never letting you get to the point where your release is imminent, somehow only keeping you half-there.
Their conversation goes on until they both laugh heartily together, a comfortable silence settling between you after.
“You two look good together,” Seb says with admiration after a moment. There’s no jealousy in his words, just joy.
“She makes me look good,” Toto corrects him. He turns to press a kiss to your temple, bringing a blush to your cheeks. “She would look good with you too, you know.”
You crack your eyes open again to watch Seb, the corner of your mouth twitching up when the apples of his cheeks blush pink.
Toto turns to whisper in your ear, voice just loud enough for Sebastian to hear. “Do you think he could make you feel as good as I do?”
You level your gaze at Seb, admiring the way the sweat-soaked athletic shirt clings to his torso. “He could try,” you reply, watching as Seb’s grin turns wolfish, predatory.
Toto slides his hands to your knees and wraps around them, pulling them further open to show all of you off to the man standing before you. “He could,” Toto agrees, words soft in your ear, and you can feel him grin back in Seb’s direction. “Should we let him?”
You take a moment to consider before nodding and Seb steps forward.
“Angle her towards me,” he says to Toto as he kneels, almost ignoring you completely.
Toto shifts his hips and you move, your shoulder blades sliding down his chest as your hips slip forwards on his legs, toward Seb’s waiting mouth. Toto’s hands move back to grip your thighs, his own legs widening slightly to make room for Sebastian below you. “Look at him,” he urges quietly.
You lift your head and look down, finding the bright blue of Sebastian’s eyes staring right back at you, lips barely inches from your skin. He grins and his look is nothing less than feral.
“What a treat you are,” he utters, gaze dropping to your pussy. Toto pulls your legs wider apart and you gasp, heat flaring fast inside of you.
“I think she likes it,” Toto says, chuckling along with Seb.
“Is she always this good for you?” Sebastian brings his hands up to caress your folds, gently peeling back each set of lips until he’s staring right at you. “This wet?”
“She likes to obey me, but she likes to misbehave as well. I’ve had her here for a bit already,” Toto says, voice almost nonchalant, like he isn’t talking about you as though you aren’t naked, spread out upon his lap for Seb and anyone else to see, “so it may not take much.”
“You’re saying the first one is a freebie?”
Toto laughs and the rumble spreads through you like a wave. “Exactly. But don’t be too flattered, you know she’s always quick to cum.”
“I’ll go for three then. Just to prove my point.” He dives in immediately, as though you’ll be his last meal on earth, and you writhe against Toto as he easily works you up into a crashing orgasm. He works his tongue against you straight through it, unrelenting, and the only thing keeping you in place is Toto’s firm grip.
“Touch him,” Toto says, and it takes you a moment to realize that he’s talking to you.
You lift a hand and bury it in Seb’s hair, using your grip to maneuver him to where you need him most. You give the strands of hair in your hand a firm tug and you feel him moan against you, an almost exasperated sound, and he doubles he efforts, causing your hand to go slack.
Toto laughs. “Now you’ve got her, Sebastian.”
Every muscle in your body tenses as your orgasm builds and Toto’s grip tightens on your legs. You cry out his name when you climax and he rides it out with you, more gentle this time, as he watches your face.
You pant between them, brow sweaty and skin clammy with the effort. Seb takes a moment to press a kiss to the inside of your thigh and you can feel your dampness on his lips.
“One more,” he whispers to all of you.
The build of a third orgasm takes longer but when Seb plunges two fingers in alongside his tongue and fucks you firmly, relentlessly, it hits you like a steam engine, your back bowing with an honest scream.
Seb noses against your skin as you come down from it, looking as though he’d like to go for a fourth, fifth, sixth even if Toto would let him. He settles for peppering any inch of you he can reach with sweet, soft kisses, barely-there brushes of his lips before he’s moving on to the next spot.
Eventually, Toto taps his shoulder and Seb sits back, staring at his handiwork - at you - for a long moment. Slowly, he climbs to his feet and leans in to press a chaste kiss to your cheek.
“What do you think? Was he as good as me?”
“I think,” you begin, still working to catch your breath, “I think further tests are in order.”
Toto looks at Sebastian. “That’s what she always says.”
“I know. Needy girl,” Seb says, addressing you with a smile.
“We’ll see you tonight?” Toto asks as Seb steps away towards the door.
Seb wipes his mouth with the hem of his shirt, the stain bright against the green. “I wouldn’t miss it. Bye sweetheart.”
You feebly raise a hand and they laugh. Seb’s parting words in German leave Toto chuckling as he gathers you in his arms and holds you close, tucking his warm rain jacket around your shivering frame.
“He said that he loves you,” Toto says quietly, fondly.
“I know.” Your eyes slide closed in bliss and sleep finds you quickly.
hi whoops i did a thing — this is a little expanded fic from the following paragraph in twt p 2. idk if i like it but it scratched the itch at least!
The two of you didn’t make it any farther than the oversized plush chair in the living room before you were naked and moving rhythmically above him, sweat-slick skin sticking to one another’s in the humid air, the carnal sound of your coupling the only noise in the night. His skin was brackish when you flattened your tongue across his pulsing neck, pulling a guttural groan from his lips, and you knew the teasing taste - be it salt from the sea or his sweat - would be one that clung to your tongue for days.
The two of you stumble into the room, your shoes tossed haphazardly into the corner as he works at the buttons of his linen shirt. Impatience gets the best of you and take one side of the fabric in each hand and rip at it, the buttons flying off in every direction as he chuckles.
“Easy, Schatzi.”
“Need you,” you growl, shoving the fabric over his shoulders and down his arms. It sticks on his skin thanks to the humidity and you finally give up, leaving him slightly hobbled as you shift to remove your own clothes.
He strips it off and watches as you tear at the small coverup and even-smaller bikini you’d worn throughout the day, and when you straighten after removing the bottoms, he stares for a moment at your naked form before taking a massive step forward, his hands wrapping around your waist and his lips meeting yours with an almost-painful urgency.
You allow him to lead the kiss for a moment, letting his tongue dip past your lips for a teasing taste as his hands grip you harshly before you pull away from him. You shove at his chest until he collapses backwards into one of the plush chairs within the room. “Easy, Toto,” you mock, watching the way the moonlight from the open windows reflects off of his now-visible teeth, his grin dangerous.
He lifts his hips and removes his swim trunks, his cock standing proudly from his crotch when he settles back into the chair, confident. “Come on, you wanted it. Take it.”
You waste no time and step towards him, first settling one leg between his hip and the arm chair before swinging the other up along side him as well. You lean into him, one hand resting on his shoulder as the other winds around his neck, fingers twining into his perfectly too-long hair. You shift forwards to press a kiss to his lips, dragging the lower through your teeth as you pull away.
“I’ll bet you would’ve fucked me out on that beach,” he pants as you grind down on him, sliding your slick along his length. “You were desperate for it.”
“I was desperate for it?” You rock your hips again and his head falls back, a low groan rumbling from deep within his chest. You lean in and lick a stripe up his neck, the taste of his skin salty on your tongue, and pull back to admire the way his skin gleams in the moonlight.
“You can’t get enough of me.”
“I think you,” you start, rising above him until his cock head catches on the rim of your pussy and he inhales sharply, “can’t get enough of me.” You slide down in his length then, eyes fluttering shut at the stretch - the fullness - of him.
“I think you’re right.”
His hands move to caress you as you raise and lower on him at your own pace, rolling your hips on every downward thrust to catch your clit on his pelvis, taking. One of his hands shifts to support your lower back, to aide your movements, and you let your own head fall backwards, listening to the obscene sounds of your fucking and his ragged breaths. When you move one hand to his knee behind you and start to really fuck him, he sucks in a gasp.
It eventually becomes too much, you’re too close, and when he drops one hand to thumb at your clit, pressing and sweeping, you come with a cry, your body arching in towards him as he comforts and praises you through it.
After, you have to support yourself on the chair back behind him, forehead on his shoulder as you both drip sweat with the effort. He lifts his hips, rolling his still-hard cock into you, and grins when it causes you to moan.
“Give me one more. Know you can.” He noses at your jaw, sucks a kiss into the sensitive skin there. “Be a good girl and give daddy one more.”
“That’s playing dirty,” you say, chuckling at his growling response. Two can play that game. “Help me, daddy? Please?”
“Help you? I suppose.” He shifts his feet wider, planting them firmly before thrusting you into you, punching a cry from your lungs at the perfect angle. “Yeah? Right there?”
You nod, waiting for the next thrust, and grip the chair back firmly as he sets a brutal pace. You turn your head into his neck as you hang on, your breathless moans egging him on. When he shifts slightly, the next move he makes has you gasping. “Oh god, that’s— Don’t stop.”
“Fuck, you— You just got so tight. Gonna cum again for me, love? Give it to me, come on baby. Cum on my cock.”
“Toto, I, I’m gon— Oh fuck.” It sweeps though you suddenly and you can feel yourself tighten around him, the rhythmic contractions of your release pulling him along with you as he thrusts in brutally and stills, spilling deep as he groans.
You sit entwined for a moment, damp skin stuck together as the waves crash violently outside of the open windows. Toto holds you close, his hands running up and down your back soothingly. When you yawn a moment later, he chuckles.
120? i remember seeing some threats in twt that daddy never went through with 👉👈
#120 “Your ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that little stunt.”
tw x reader (twt!verse), spanking as a punishment
He sits at his desk in his office, work laptop having been slammed shut, as he stares at you expectantly.
You hadn’t meant to interrupt the video call, you had merely wanted to know what he wanted for dinner, but when he had looked up at you from behind the screen, something in you had snapped.
You had slid into one of the chairs in front of him, grinning when he noticed at your attire. Wearing an old too-large Mercedes button down hadn’t been done on purpose - you liked the way the oversized shirt was cozy in the cool air of the house - but you did love the way he looked at you when you wore them. He’d given you a warning glance, just a flash of his eyes from the screen up to you and back, but it had been enough.
You had settled in, leaning back as you got comfortable. His words spoke of budgetary constraints and logistical planning, but they weren’t important.
The sound of his voice was enough.
You had let your hand dip low on your hips, silently hiking the shirt fabric above your waist before easing your fingers between your legs, sighing at the contact.
He had done a double-take, surely shocked by your blatant actions while he was on a video call.
You had answered his questioning gaze by raising a leg, your foot connecting with the wooden surface of his desk with a soft thump. He couldn’t help but really look then, his gaze lingering, as you showed him how much you were enjoying listening.
“Toto?”
The voice from the computer made you both jump and his eyes had narrowed at you, no longer dark with lust but now tight with frustration. He returned to the call easily, slipping back into Business Mode without a hitch, while you remained spread before him, letting your fingers continue their wandering.
The call ended quickly and he snapped the laptop shut, jaw tight and nostrils flaring. “Your ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that little stunt.”
Your eyes go wide - not exactly the reaction you were expecting - and you spread your legs wider, hopeful when his gaze drops to your lazily thrusting fingers.
He rolls the chair backwards. “Get over here. Now.”
You stand on uneasy legs and a part of your brain tells you to bolt - he can’t make it to the office door more quickly than you can, and there are plenty of places to ride out his ire in the home - but you move towards him with slow steps instead.
He grabs you by the hand and pulls you into him, nearly toppling you both over the chair as he kisses you harshly, the angle uncomfortable but his lips hot, tongue heavy against yours. He pulls away suddenly, teeth biting at your lower lip. “You’re a naughty girl, Schatzi, interrupting my video call. You know how much I love it when you put on a show for me, but I can’t have you doing that in front of my colleagues. Do you understand why I have to punish you?”
You nod, chest tight with dread but gut hot with want. “Yes, Daddy.” You barely whisper the words, mind already sliding into that space where nothing but Toto’s actions matter. “I understand.”
“Bend over the desk. We’ll start with ten. Count out loud for me, pet.”
you should do the toto seb overstim stuff as a continuation of the seb x merc driver because ᵘʰʰ toto said something mysterious and then left ... like bro... join ? perhaps they bicker about aftercare because seb actually has feelings and toto just thinks he knows what’s best (and like tiny feelings but it’s probably the fact that he’s the boss and is in control of everything)
(ok i realized when i re-read my first little teammates blurb that i made it seem like at the end that they aren't? teammates, but let's just pretend that never happened. seb and reader both drive for mercedes under toto as TP!)
sv/reader/tw - not proofread so my apologies for inconsistencies/issues. i don’t care that much. it’s 3.5ish k of smut (and some plot). i think i like it? idk. threesomes are hard.
warnings: threesome, toto is bossy (almost to a fault), i didn’t put enough seb in (i’m Sorry), overstim, orgasm control (?), spitting, crying during sex, sub drop (if you squint - i tried not to make it too heavy), there’s aftercare!! (lmk if i’ve missed anything!)
It had been two weeks since Toto walked in on you and Seb.
Two weeks of brilliant driving, of front row lockouts, of champagne-soaked Sundays.
Two weeks of denial.
You had played every card you had with both men, tempting them to break and give in. You'd met Seb in his driver’s room after a spectacular qualifying session that he had just barely beaten you in, stripped down to your sports bra with your underwear pushed aside as you laid back on his couch, two fingers sliding in and out of your cunt. He had taken one glance at you and laughed, bending down to pick up your sweaty fireproofs and race suit before tossing them in your direction.
“Get out,” he commanded, and you were too stunned to fight him. Your rage grew with each passing moment as he watched you fumble to put on the wet fabric.
“Fuck you,” you spat, the words venemous as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes.
When you entered your own room, just down the hall from his, you couldn’t get your hand back in your pants quickly enough, the shame of his offhand dismissal burning you from the inside out. The orgasm that ripped through you was vicious and you came with a shout, the sound easily disguiseable as one of rage. It wasn’t enough - not even close - to quell the need that built within you.
Toto had joined your private flight from one track to the next and you ended up in his lap as soon as the “fasten seatbelts” sign shut off.
He had grinned, looking down at you with amusement. “What is this?”
“You’re smarter than that Toto, you know what this is.” To prove your point you rocked your hips, sliding your covered core over his thigh.
He waved the stewardess away wordlessly when she approached with bottled drinks and made no move to touch you. “What this is,” he said, voice already stern, “is you beginning to directly disobey one of my orders.”
“Who says I haven’t already disobeyed your orders?”
He leveled you with one of his signature looks of disapproval, eyebrow raised and frown lines prominent.
You climbed off of him, arousal giving way to anger.
“Fuck your rules! Do you realize how stressful it is? Why do you think Seb and I ended up fucking in the first place? We need something to let off some of the pressure of being a fucking Mercedes driver!”
“You think being with him will last?”
“It’s not about being with him. It’s about relieving some of the stress that you put us under!”
He gestured wide with his arms, laughter almost mean. “You’re welcome to leave, sweetheart, but we both know you won’t. Sebastian was offered the same thing when the pressure first got to him and he stayed - has stayed - every time. You don’t want to lose Seb, the team — me. So you’ll put up with it. You may even find yourself enjoying it. Just another week, and then we’ll give you whatever you want.”
“Oh, so you and him have some fucked up agreement? Is that why he’s been getting preferential treatment on the track? So I’ll be even more wound up when you both corner me in my hotel room? Is that the whole point of your ‘orders’, Toto?”
He sat up straighter, his shoulders rolling back as he moved to make himself larger. Even seated in the plane seat, he still seemed to tower, larger than life. “He does not get preferential treatment - on track or off - for any reason and you know that. That’s the last I’ll hear of it.
Besides,” he continued, a dark chuckle leaving his lips as he settled back into the leather, motioning for the attendant to bring him a drink, “you’ll be wound up no matter what we do to you. It’s in your nature.”
“Fuck you,” you had said softly, settling down in the seat furthest from him with your face towards the window. Any closer and he would have been bound to see the fury of your heartbeat through your skin or hear your labored breath. Fighting with a man in his position, with his power, was the ultimate aphrodisiac. You’d never shied away from going toe-to-toe with him, especially not the few times it had escalated beyond arguing and moved into more. Arguing with him now, knowing there were so few boundaries still existing between you yet knowing he wouldn't back down or give in was beyond frustrating.
"You wish you could," he had said with a chuckle, raising his glass to his lips.
He had been right about you and you hated to admit it. The end of the triple header was in sight and you were wound up, springs loaded more tightly than they'd ever been, and neither Sebastian or Toto had so much as glanced your way unless required to by their jobs. They behaved in front of the media and team, but when it was just you around, it was as though you didn't exist.
You decided to funnel all of your anger towards them into other aspects of the weekend, giving them the same silent treatment they were dishing out. You did your best to ignore them both, going so far as to leave the post-race briefing early before conversations shifted to Sebastian’s car.
Later that evening, you receive a text from Toto.
We need to talk. Room 853.
Even though he was located just a few floors above you, you decide to make him wait, taking your time redressing and combing through your hair.
Thirty minutes later you swing the already-unlocked door open.
Toto stands at the desk, fingers flying over the screen of his phone while Seb lounges in the plush chair on the other side of the bed.
“What the hell is he doing here?”
Toto sets his phone aside and faces you. “I said we needed to talk. Sit down.”
“I’ll stand, thanks.”
Toto grins and shakes his head. “I wasn’t asking. Sit.”
“Woof,” you bark out as you collapse backwards on the bed, already annoyed that they’ve cornered you like this. Seb laughs and for the first time in more than a week, you feel a genuine smile tug at your lips.
“Funny,” Toto deadpans.
“Is this all you dragged me here for? Or is there actually a point to this conversation?”
Toto shakes his head. “Such an attitude. What’s gotten into you recently?”
“What’s gotten into me? How about what’s not gotten into me? You catch Seb and I together and then tell me I’m not allowed to get off for two weeks, lording that fact over my head at any chance you get. Then you two start treating me like I don’t exist at all and—”
"I know she's gotten off," Seb interrupts, his face smug, “at least once. And no," he says, eyes shooting over to Toto, "I didn't have anything to do with it."
"You don't know shit," you quip from the edge of the bed, words tossed over your shoulder towards him.
He stands and moves, stepping away and then back before the mattress dips right behind you. "The entire hospitality trailer heard you. Britta asked if she needed to go make sure you were okay, but I convinced her you were just pissed, like you usually are when I outqualify you. I think I do know 'shit'."
When you open your mouth to protest, he moves from behind you and slides a silk scarf between your lips, tying it off quickly behind your head.
When you look over to Toto in shock, he grins.
"Shake your head no or tap out right now and we'll do it your way - whatever that may be - no feelings hurt. But I think," he says, watching as Seb leans in close to nose at the delicate skin of your neck, "I think that you'll enjoy it our way."
You maintain eye contact with him as you raise your chin in one last act of defiance.
“You’re trembling,” Seb whispers, his voice low and goosebumps erupt across your skin.
“She’s desperate for it.”
“Remember your sign?” Seb presses his lips to your jaw.
You reach back and give Seb’s leg three taps with two fingers.
“Good girl.” He looks at Toto and gives him a nod.
“Here’s the thing, pet. I told you no orgasms. Did you obey that rule?”
You stare him down but shake your head no.
“You should have heard her,” Seb says, his hands smoothing up and down your rib cage, rucking at the fabric of your shirt, creeping closer and closer to the curve of your breast. You barely keep yourself from arching into his touch. “She was in my room after qualifying, fingering herself, and she got mad when I kicked her out. Went back to her room and must’ve made herself cum so hard she screamed.”
“Screamed?” Toto directs his question to you.
You drop your chin in shame, remembering how you had been pushed to your breaking point by Seb’s dismissal. When the silence hangs in the air, you lift your head and nod.
“Good thing we gagged you tonight then, huh?”
Your eyes go wide and you glance at Seb.
“Sorry love. Boss makes the rules.”
“How many do you think we can get from her before she taps, Sebastian?”
“Six,” he responds, grinning.
“I think eight. But, knowing her, she’ll pass out before she taps out.”
Toto steps forward and reaches out a hand, cupping your jaw gently. “Wish I could kiss you.” He traces his thumb over your stretch lower lip and you whine, the sound strained through the makeshift gag. “No, no,” Toto chides, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your forehead, “no whining, no begging. You wanted to cum so badly before, so we're going to let you now, as many times as we see fit. And you can’t ask for more or tell me to stop or use that smart mouth to sass me and piss me off. We’ll go until you learn that your orgasms are ours. Understand?”
You twist your head to give Seb more room as he presses kisses along your exposed skin, pulling your collar aside when he runs out of new real estate. You take a moment to consider what’s happening, what it will mean for you, and you lift your chin again, giving Toto a definitive nod.
———
You had lost count.
The first, wrought from you with Seb's fingers as Toto looked on and gave instruction, was forceful but not enough to slate the heat in your lower abdomen. The ache had persisted - insistent - until Toto shoved your knees wide and lowered his mouth to your core. Both men - Sebastian behind you and Toto kneeling below you - were still completely clothed while you writhed naked between them.
The second and third orgasms were claimed by Toto, his mouth working easy and lazy against your clit, as though this was just a hobby for him, and you let your head fall back onto Seb's shoulder as he dove back in for the fourth.
"You should see yourself," Seb says, voice low in your ear. His hands roam over your torso, fingers firm as they dig into your skin and move to pinch at your nipples. You back arches, offering more of yourself to the men before you, and your eyes drift closed.
"You look incredible," he continues, his hips lifting to press his hard length into the small of your back.
You work to open your eyes and look up to him, pleading as best you can without words, until you feel Toto work a finger into your dripping slit and your eyes flutter shut once again.
"That's it baby, come on. Let it go," Seb says, his eyes fixed on where Toto's mouth has sealed over your clit, tongue barely peeking past his lips with every rhythmic swipe of it over your tight bundle of nerves.
When another orgasm builds, every muscle in your body goes taught until it all snaps and you scream into the gag, arching away from Toto's mouth and Seb's hands and their combined overwhelming presence.
They give you a moment of peace while you work to catch your breath, inhales and exhales forceful through your nose and around the now-soaked scarf.
When Toto kneels on the bed he's finally naked, moving up the sheets until he's in front of you. "Doing so well, pet." He leans in over you, his nose brushing yours. "You still okay? We can take away the scarf if you want."
You lean into him, hands lifting to hold him close as you inhale his scent and feel his skin against yours. You pull back and nod your head, watching as he reaches around you to untie the scarf and toss it aside.
"Better?"
You nod, clearing your throat a few times before Seb, naked now too, appears behind you with a bottle of water. You sit up to take a few quick sips and pass it back, watching as he swallows the rest down easily.
Toto takes your chin in his hand and pulls you close, his lips meeting yours much more gently than you had expected, but the kiss deepens quickly. You can taste yourself on his tongue and it makes you moan, his lips pulling into a grin against yours until he pulls away. "You taste divine," he says, licking at his lips again.
Seb's hands settle on your hips and he tugs, swiftly raising you until you settle onto your knees, stance wide as you lean into Toto.
"Don't cum in her," Toto commands over your shoulder, and a shiver runs through you at his words.
"But--" Toto breaks off your thought with a finger to your lips.
"Just because I took the gag off doesn't mean you can talk back. Understood?"
"Yeah," you answer, watching as he leans back onto the bed, his hand moving down to stroke once, twice over his hard length.
"Try again."
"Yes, I understand." You continue watching his hand, distracted by the prominent veins and dark pink head of his cock. You lick your lips and he chuckles.
"Gets rid of the gag and immediately wants something back in her mouth," he teases, his words directed at Sebastian.
You glance over your shoulder to see him, his eyes fixed on your ass as he runs one of his hands back and forth over the smooth skin there. The other hand holds his cock with what looks like a too-tight grip.
"Sometimes I have to stick a finger or two in her mouth while I'm fucking her. Keeps her quiet at least." He already sounds wrecked as he teases your folds with the head of his cock.
You scoff and Toto reaches a hand up, burying it in the hair at the nape of your neck. He drags your head down to his cock and you open your mouth automatically. He's larger than Seb, wider and a bit longer, but something inside of you begs to impress him, to be able to take him all in one go.
"What did I just say?" he asks, holding you just out of reach.
Seb chooses that moment to suddenly - finally - push his way in, your wet pussy making the slide easy, and you mon.
You whine when his hips hit your skin, the feeling of being filled almost too much already.
You don't have time to process the intrusion before Toto is pushing his cock past your lips. Seb pulls out slowly and then presses back in. Before you know it, you're being filled as quickly as one hole is empty, from one end or the other, and you lose yourself in the rhythm of it as they use you.
When Seb reaches around your hip to settle the pads of two fingers over your clit, you buck into his hand, Toto's cock falling from your lips as you swear, already too sensitive. He bats your reaching hand away and thrusts harder, fueled by the hitching of your breath and the way you tighten around him, squeezing like a snake.
Toto pulls at your hair, straining your neck to meet his gaze. "Cum on his cock, pet."
“It’s too much,” you choke out, barely a whimper, as Seb begins to grind into you with each thrust. It’s overwhelming, being fucked by Seb while Toto commands your attention.
“Don't stop,” Toto directs at Seb. Then he looks back down at you.
“She’s so fucking tight,” you hear Seb say, still looking up, watching the way Toto grins at his words.
“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”
You follow his command and he grabs your jaw with one hand, holding your mouth just where he wants it. He stares for a moment before opening his own mouth and spitting slowly, his hot saliva hitting the center of your tongue. He holds you there, your mouth open, for just a moment before pressing your jaw up.
“Swallow.”
“Fuck, shes cumming again, I can feel it. She’s just— Fuck!”
Seb pulls out suddenly and even through the tremors of your own orgasm, you can feel the hot splashes of his release across your back. He groans and stumbles back, collapsing into the nearby chair.
“Toto,” you whine, desperately needing both more and for this to end. You can feel the beads of sweat slide down your back, the tendrils of hair at your temples damp and sticking to your skin.
“Come here.” He grips your arm and drags you up, rolling over you as he moves you where he wants you: on your back underneath him. He pushes your knees up almost too-high and looks down your sex. “Look so pretty, all fucked out like this. Pink and puffy.”
You flush at his casually obscene observance, at the act of him looking at you - at all of you.
“Should I get my mouth on you again? Make you cum with my tongue? Maybe two, three more, make you beg me to stop.”
“Toto,” you beg, unsure of what you’re asking for. More would wreck you - ruin you - but yet the ache for him, for anything, still sits hotly within you.
“I could do it. I could sit with my face there for hours, pet.”
“Please fuck me,” you try instead, head swimming with his words, with how tempting it is to take him up on his offer.
“Now she uses her manners.” He moves up and aligns his cock with your slit, teasing your entrance just as Seb had before. He thrusts in fast then, lowering himself to swallow your cry direct from the source. He holds still, his breathing easy as your chest heaves, hips already working in search of friction.
“Please,” you beg, near tears, as the mere feeling of him filling him up sets you off, the wave of another orgasm building quickly. “Toto, please, fuck me, please.”
He pulls back and nearly out, glancing down as the head of his cock catches on the rim of your pussy. When he pulls all the way, you cry out, your desperation met with a chuckle. “I told you pet, your orgasms are mine. You cum when I say you can cum. Sebastian makes you come when I say he can. Are we clear?”
You nod, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes with desperation.
“Good girl. And just so you don’t forget it,” he says, thrusting back in, hard, “we’re going until I’ve had enough.”
You arch into him, your body taking over as it seeks out any tendrils of pleasure he’s willing to give.
He takes his hands in yours and raises them above your head, his body stretching long over yours as you cry out with his deeper thrusts.
You suddenly still, your legs trembling around him as your tears fall, the sudden orgasm absolutely stealing your breath. He groans and slows, grinding his hips into yours, the pressure of him inside you prolonging your release as he relishes the feel of you constricting around him.
“That’s it, there you go. So good for me.”
“I can’t— Toto, I—”
“You can, I know you can. Such a good girl, you can take it. Give me one more, come on, you’re so pretty when you cum for me like this.”
His patient, deep thrusts are more than enough to set you off again, and you sob as you feel it creep in, absolutely nothing to be done to stop it. Your voice is hoarse when you shout as it finally crashes over you, your vision going white and hearing going fuzzy.
Toto’s thrusts turn erratic then and he too pulls out with a groan. You watch with barely-open eyes as he grips his cock and strokes himself just once before painting your stomach with his own release.
“Fuck,” he pants, staring down at your body.
Tears continue to gather at the corners of your eyes and when you blink, they tumble down your temple to mix with the stale sweat there.
You sniffle and hear some shuffling before Seb appears, kneeling on the comforter next to you.
His voice is quiet when he speaks. “Come on love, let’s get you cleaned up. Did so good for us, let me take care of you now.” He turns to Toto. “Go get a warm, damp cloth from the bathroom. She’ll want to be held and I doubt you want to get jizz everywhere.”
“How do you know what to do?”
“Because she and I have talked about it! As much as it kills you to give up some control here, just follow my lead. She might ask for something from you, she might not. But just shut up and let me take care of her.”
Toto stares for a moment, watching the way Seb moves in - to press a kiss to your temple, to muzzle at your cheekbone - and how it almost brings a smile to your face, before he follows Sebastian’s request.
He returns and passes the rag to Seb, listening to the soothing way he praises you as he wipes your skin clean, folding the rag over itself to wipe at the sweat drying on your collarbones and neck.
When Seb turns to toss the rag away, you grab for Toto then, tugging him down almost beside you, half of his body still heavy on top of yours. He adjusts and wraps himself around your back, his frame completely engulfing yours, watching as Seb mirrors the pose in front of you, still speaking in such hushed tones that leave Toto straining to hear what’s being said. When your voice breaks through, his name somewhere on your lips, he leans in.
“Of course he’s proud of you,” Seb replies to whatever question you had asked. “I am too.”
Toto leans in to press a kiss to your shoulder and your head turns, now-bright eyes meeting his. “Thank you,” he mumbles, pressing another open-mouthed kiss to your skin. He continues his gentle assault, lips brushing any inch of skin he can reach. “I mean it. Thank you.”
32 + danny ricc sharing a hotel room/ or any room w another driver + you
anon i am 🥵
#32 “You better muffle yourself with a pillow then, because I’m not stopping.”
dr x reader ft mike (kinda)
You were certain of two things when you woke up. The first being that you weren’t in your own hotel room. The second was that the mouth that covered your pussy under the bedsheets needed to keep going just like that.
You could feel the scratchy burn of his beard against your skin and you pulled the covers back, revealing his dark curls. He had pulled your panties down in your sleep, apparently desperate to get his mouth on you. It was thrilling, knowing he liked to - and was allowed to - have you whenever he wanted you. Your pleasure becoming his own simply through the act of giving it.
“Daniel,” you sigh, burying a hand in his hair. Your head rolled to the side and your eyes caught the second bed in the room, sheets rumpled and tossed back. “Daniel!” You had to whisper-shout, already worried about making too much noise.
He glances up from under his lashes, tongue broad against your clit as he moves slowly side to side. He raises an eyebrow.
“Where’s Michael?”
You finally notice the muffled rap music that plays in the bathroom just on the other side of the wall. You can barely hear the rush of the water and hope that it enough to mask any of your sounds.
“You know I can’t be quiet when you do this.”
He proves your point by adding a hand, one of his long digits sliding into your pussy slowly before curling and thrusting lazily inside you, and you moan.
He pulls back, just enough to speak. You can see from where you lay against the pillows that his lips and chin are already wet, and you wonder how long he’s been down there. “You better muffle yourself with a pillow then, because I’m not stopping.”
“Dan!”
He thrusts his tongue in alongside his finger and you raise your first to your mouth, biting at the meaty skin of your palm to keep from shouting. Your hips buck and he follows the motion, his nose perfectly nudging the cleft of your slit.
The water in the bathroom shuts off. You close your eyes tightly, the coil of release winding quickly already. “Please,” you whine softly, back arching as Daniel pulls out all of his tricks, his constant movements the perfect rhythm for your climb to climax.
He looks up your body, meeting your eyes, and you can see his plush, pink lips work against yours. The barely-visible shadow of his tongue as it darts out to lick at your sex is too much and the tension builds quickly and snaps, a too-loud gasp escaping from your bitten-red lips.
You get a hand into his hair, tugging sharply as you work to drag him back up your body. He moves over you and captures your lips in a dirty kiss, grinning into your mouth as your own tongue sweeps across his for a taste.
You hear the door lock disengage and then the handle turns.
Dan collapses at your side as you reach down and draw the covers up over you both, trying quickly to even the cadence of your breathing.
“You two are gross,” Michael says as he enters the room, and Daniel immediately cracks, his loud laughter echoing off of the walls. “DR, you’ve got twenty, then meet me downstairs for breakfast. We’ve got a race to win.”
okay i love the toto seb stuff ... sooo imagine being a mercedes driver and hooking up with seb secretly. after a bad race or quali or something, toto goes to visit you in your hotel room (he’s the boss and he just can?) and he catches seb with his hand down your pants. maybe he’s jealous? maybe he’s just very possessive over you. *hijinks ensue*
first of all - hooking up with Seb when you’re on le of his competitors is hot as fuck. I’m gonna need to revisit that one.
second of all - you’re going to kill me. I see your bad race and raise you a good one - you and Seb, too-tipsy on post-podium champagne, passing bottles back and forth as you try to discreetly make your way back to your hotel room. You get there, barely, and end up with your back against the mirrored door of the hotel closet just inside the doorway, pants shoved halfway down your thighs and team kit shirt rucked up to reveal a nipple that Seb’s mouth immediately seals around as his hands dip below the elastic of your panties.
“Winning turns you on?” His voice is muffled, slurred, wrapped with a grin of joy.
“Shut up,” you pant, burying a hand in his hair, tugging until he groans, “I saw your hard on through your race suit.”
He buries two fingers in your cunt and you gasp, arching into him despite the race-induced ache that’s settled deep in your bones. You know you should go to bed, get some rest before the next leg of this never-ending triple-header, but when Seb’s fingers thrust in and out in a slow, insistent rhythm, you convince yourself you’ll sleep better after a climax anyways.
You’ll blame it on the events of the day - the roar of the crowd, the scream of your engine - but it’s the chase of release and Seb’s mouth on your skin that dulls all of your other senses.
You don’t even realize the door’s been opened until it’s clicked closed.
Your body tenses and you panic, trying to hold your orgasm off. “Toto,” you gasp.
“Dont stop on my account,” Toto says, gesturing to where Seb’s hand has stilled in your pants. He looks to you, his eyes glinting with ire. You can almost see the steam coming from his ears - you’re positive if you could see it, it would be Aston Martin green. His gaze doesn’t leave yours as Seb tucks his head into your neck, chuckling. “We wondered where you went. I thought I would come check here first, seeing as you gave me a key and said I was welcome to stop by.”
Sebastian chuckles again and shifts his head, lips brushing your earlobe when he speaks loudly enough that Toto can hear. “You’re insatiable.”
You rise to your toes, hips rocking into Seb’s hand as you stare Toto down.
“You’ve earned it - you both have. But enjoy it while it lasts, love, cause that’s the only orgasm you’re getting until this triple-header is over.”
“Says who?”
“Says me. You drive better when you’re desperate for it. And Sebastian, you would do well to remember who’s engine you use each week if you even think about disobeying me.”
Seb shrugs, grinning when his fingers still buried in you brush a spot that have your eyes fluttering shut.
“Bossy,” you sigh, breath hitching when Seb settles his thumb over your clit, working in time with his fingers.
“Sweetheart,” Toto says, stepping closer to where you’re pushed up against the wall. His eyes are dark, hungry - predatory. “You have no idea.”
TW x reader, rated: M (there's nothing actually that naughty? but it's still naughty enough to be here), length: 895 words, warnings: toto's in jail, smuggling, exhibitionism
One benefit, if you could call it that, were the private visitation hours.
You didn't have to be strip-searched prior to entering the meeting room and a guard was posted outside of the solid door rather than in the room.
When the door is finally opened for you, Toto stands from one of the two chairs at the table and the appearance of him here, dressed in a drab gray uniform and days' worth of stubble on his face, brings tears to your eyes.
He pulls you into his arms and drops his nose to your hair, breathing deeply as you cling to him, trying to keep your hiccuping sobs silent. "Shh, Schatzi, it's all alright."
"You're in jail! It's not alright!"
He laughs and the fact that he somehow finds humor in the situation enrages you.
"I've had to field the media and defend your honor for weeks and all you can do is laugh?"
"Sit down," he says, taking your hand in his and pulling you towards the chair he had earlier occupied. Instead of motioning you to the other side of the table, he sits and pulls you across his lap, holding you while you sniffle.
"I just worry about you," you say softly, nosing at the prickly salt and pepper hair that covers his jaw.
"I'll be out of here soon. You know it's more of a show than anything. I'm safe, I'm well fed - there's nothing to worry about, my love." He uses his grip to shift you, turning you so you straddle his hips, the light material of your sundress rising to bunch up above your thighs. "I've missed you."
"Prove it."
One corner of his mouth ticks up in a smirk before he lunges forward, his hands already at your back to keep you against him as his lips capture yours, igniting a searing hot kiss.
He lets his hands roam, wrinkling the fabric that rests against your skin as he touches across your back and shoulders, his palms warm even through the layers.
When his hand moves to pull at the tiny straps on your shoulders, you lean back to give him a look. "Are we allowed to…?"
He glances around the barren room and towards the only door with a single, slim rectangle window. "Who's going to stop us?"
"The security guard right outside?"
He leans in again as he continues to pull the straps down, pressing a chaste kiss to your jaw. "He's likely watching us on a monitor. He won't be a problem, unless you'd like to put on a show for him."
His hands move to the zipper that lays against your spine and he makes quick work of it, grinning into your skin when he realizes your lack of undergarments. He doesn't make a move to remove the dress so you sit and wait, watching as he leans back in the chair.
He unbuttons his uniform shirt and pulls it off, tossing it to the floor beside him. He pulls you close again and nuzzles his nose along your jawline, stopping to kiss at the sensitive skin beneath your ear, his next words barely audible. "Did you dispose of those papers like I asked you to?"
"Burned and buried," you sigh, careful that the words are said into the top of his head, lips unreadable by any camera that could be watching.
"Good girl. The emails?"
"Gone. Your contact was thorough."
"He always has been." Toto winds a hand into the hair at the nape of your neck and uses his grip to maneuver you, exposing more skin to his lips while keeping you tightly against him.
"And the phone?"
You grab one of his hands from your waist and guide it between your legs, feeling his grin when he encounters the garter snug around your thigh. The device was tucked tightly between it and your skin. "I could get in big trouble for this, and I doubt they would put me in minimum security like they did with you."
"Are you saying you’re dangerous, baby?"
"I’ve helped dispose of the evidence. I’ve smuggled goods into prison. I’m at least a little bit dangerous, don’t you think?" You rock your hips into him, wordlessly begging for his hand to reach farther towards your center, grinning at the delicious growl it pulls from his throat.
"I like that you’re dangerous," he says, pulling his hand away and chuckling at your desperate whine. You feel it immediately, the absence of the phone you had smuggled in, yet you hadn't even seen him remove it or hide it. His hands move to your chest instead, pulling the top half of your dress down as he stoops to kiss the newly exposed skin. He moves down the valley between your breasts and bends you backwards over his arm, exposing your nipples to the cold air. You can't stop the thrill that runs through you, knowing there's at least one person watching what you're doing.
"Toto," you say, his name either encouragement or a plea.
He moves back up your chest and reaches for the hem of your dress, inching it up your thighs to reveal your already-bare sex. "Now that that's done," he says, his eyes shining with mischief, "why don't we make that guard out there a little bit uncomfortable? It's been a while, love, remind me of how loud you can be."
for @goldenhourhimbo and the anon that insinuated i was trying to get with an underaged Daniel. here’s exactly what i’d do if i could go back and meet the 2008 has-a-single-stud-earring-and-too-much-innocence DR
You had been introduced to him earlier that evening, before the sun had gone down, and you had felt his gaze on you ever since.
Even still, past the flames of the bonfire, you can feel his eyes flicking to where you stand chatting with a friend, bottle of cheap hard cider wet in your fingertips.
You bring the bottle to your lips and tilt the amber glass, giving him a bit of a show while you douse your insides with liquid courage. You give your head a slight shake and pass the empty bottle to the person next to you before straightening your shirt and turning, footsteps easy on the cool grass of whoever’s yard this is.
“Hi. Daniel, right? Can I talk to you for a minute?”
“Danny,” he corrects quietly, too polite for a kid his age, grinning to his handful of friend circled around him as he steps out of their space. “Sure, what’s up?”
“In private?”
His eyes grow in size before he catches his reaction, reflexes already quick. “Oh, uh- Yeah.” He takes a step away and glances back, his eyes darting down to where your shorts ride too-high on your thighs. “We can just go in the pool house.”
You roll your eyes at the pretentiousness of it but follow him anyways, listening to his swim shorts swish together as he walks. He opens the door and waits until you’ve passed him to pull it barely closed.
“Can I get you something else to drink?”
You chuckle, shocked by his manners. Momma raised him right, you think. “Whatever you’re having will be fine.”
He grabs two shitty beers from the mini fridge and leans against the counter, twisting the cap off of your before his own. He takes a long draw of the cold liquid and you watch as he swallows. “What’d you want to talk about?”
“Nothing, really. I just wanted a minute alone with the golden boy without his friends hanging onto our every word.”
He blushes. “They’re a good group,” he tries, before he joins you in laughing. “Yeah, they can be a bit much. Don’t get much time to just hang around with them anymore.”
“That’s right, you’re Mr. Professional Racing Driver now.”
“You know, I’ve won two thirds of the races I’ve been in this year.”
“That’s impressive.” You take a step towards him and watch as his gaze drops nearly imperceptibly down to your chest before it rises back to your face, his cute grin bright. You set your beer down and he does the same.
“Maybe you could come watch me drive sometime,” he starts, words trailing off when your hands rise to press against his chest.
“Maybe I could,” you murmur, letting your fingers trail up his neck to bury in his boyish curls. You curl your fingers in and give a gentle tug.
He shudders.
You’re the one that leans in then, pressing him firm against the countertop, finally able to feel his plush lips against yours.
He lets you lead the kiss and after a moment you realize he’s learning from you, repeating the tricks that you had used just a minute before. You grin at the realization and he’s encouraged by it, backing you up until you collide with the long end of the couch sectional sprawled across the room.
He turns and lowers himself down, pulling you along with him and you end up laying between the V of his legs, one of your knees propped over his thigh and your hip pressing into his groin.
He must be uncomfortable, you think distractedly as you chase his lips, one hand hitting the cushion above his shoulder to keep yourself balanced on top of him.
His tongue sweeps into your mouth and you meet it with yours, giving and taking as you map one another’s mouths. When his hand rises to your hip, the weight of it almost a question, you make a happy noise into the kiss that gives him the permission he needs to touch.
His grip is firm, skin hot against yours when his fingers graze just past the hem of your shorts, brushing the sensitive crevice of skin where your ass meets your thighs. You retaliate in kind, shifting your hips and raising your leg higher on his to give him a bit more to hang on to.
He gasps into the kiss as his hips rut up against you, but you can tell he’s holding back. You push off of him again and move, throwing your legs over his hips in a straddle. “Oh,” he says stupidly, adorably, biting off his moan when you grind down onto him.
You kiss away the imprints his teeth leaves on his lip. “You can be noisy, I don’t mind.”
“You’re really hot,” he pants when you rock against him again.
You laugh, leaning over him to bite at his swollen lower lip. “I know.”
You keep your movements small, steady, until a whine breaks free from low in his throat and then you give in to him, rolling more and more firmly against him with each shift forward and back.
He tries to keep up with you, with the kiss, works to act like he’s not overwhelmed, but when you deepen it, sucking his tongue in against yours, the wet smack of your lips against his loud in the silent room, his hips buck up into you and moans, the sound trapped between you.
He barely bites off the words “Oh, God,” into your mouth before his body goes still, taut below yours.
You can feel it, even between all these layers of clothes, and the flush that creeps up high on his cheeks as he fights for air through gasping breaths is all the evidence you need.
“You’re pretty hot yourself,” you say, shifting your hips away from his and climbing off the couch. Your legs only tremble a bit, not enough that you can’t hide it. “Maybe I will come watch you race some time,” you say, running a hand through your hair to tame it as you watch him lie there, panting.
He chokes out a laugh before scrubbing a hand over his face, too embarrassed to look you in the eyes before you go. “Yeah, maybe. Thanks.”
