So, I've worked on this portrait of Adam Driver for over a month. It's acrylic paint on canvas. I've not had the confidence to work a canvas in 10 years. Not one hit on Twitter, not hardly a blip on the radar on Instagram.
I think I'm failing as an artist and as a human being.
Spent the last few months questioning my worth, severely depressed, and wondering if anything good is ever going to happen to me again.
Maybe this is my magnum opus piece? My swan song? Going away present? I can't decide at this point. 🥹😅
Regardless, I present to the internet world an acrylic portrait of Adam Driver on canvas entitled, "Fortunate Son." 🙏
PAIRINGS! Racer!Dayton White × Photojournalist!FemReader
PLOT! You were assigned to document the race happening today when someone caught your attention. Deeply. Then you were invited backstage to meet all of them. When the infamous Dayton White arrived, drenched in sweat, you felt your world crumble. He made a move that definitely changed your life.
WORD COUNT! 2.6k
WARNINGS! Fluff, profanities, no use of Y/N. SMUT! MDNI! Mention of birth control pills, kissing, all consensual, terms of endearment, phone sex (just for a bit though), masturbation, nipple sucking, unprotected sex, oral (m. rec!), crying, overstimulation, multiple rounds, creampies, rough sex, praise kink, spanking (once), marking, pussy worshipping, aftercare, reassurance.
A/N: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA let's go dayton ughhh 😫 this is genuinely SO LONG like really long you can skip to the good parts if you'd like hsjdhajfjs THIS IS MY FIRST SMUT FIC BTW my specialty is more fluff or crack so... just enjoy reading 🙏
"We're assigned at the Nascar Race next week. Writers, prepare an article, while photojournalists, be sure to make it clear." Your manager announces.
You sighed and turned to your bestfriend, Celeste. "Nascar, huh?" She smirks. "Why? It's not like I'm interested in racing, Cel," you replied, rolling your eyes.
"Oh come on, we all know your type is White." Celeste gathers her papers, since she is a news writer. You scoff, "Dayton? Really? He looks... weird."
Celeste laughs. "Whatever."
Once you got home, you immediately checked everything about Nascar—the cars, the racers, including the Dayton White.
You sighed and stretched before standing up to head to your room and grab your camera. It was a professional mirrorless camera. You adjust the settings and change the lens before testing it out.
Looking out the window, you test out variety of subjects—birds flying, leaves falling from trees, and cars passing by. You felt safe with photography. It felt like home. You felt satisfied after.
Took a long shower after a long day, started sorting out the pictures you took, and then did your own thing.
The whole week was the same—sorting and editing pictures in the office, journaling, and captioninng every news. Until the race was now happening on that day.
You arrived at the track, taking pictures of the practicing racing cars and the racers having small talk. You turn to Celeste, who was being an amazing news writer. You smiled at her before approaching closer to the racers to take a close shot.
As you were taking pictures, your eyes then saw someone. Someone you would call your type. You choked in your own spit when you saw... him.
The guy you researched about the most.
The guy Celeste kept shipping you to.
Dayton White.
You lowered your camera, eyes now focused on him. You convinced yourself that he isn't your type, but now that you're seeing him up-close? He seems so unreal. You cleared your throat and continued to take pictures of them—mostly taking pictures of Dayton now.
Then after Celeste made a news report, she noticed you focused on Dayton. She laughs and swats your arm, "What happened to 'he's not my type,' huh?"
You softly gasp in shock and immediately turn to her, realizing it was Celeste. You calm down and groan. "Cel! Jeez... no, he's not my type at all."
Until a voice perks up from in front of her.
"Hey, do you mind taking a pic of me and my friends? Like close up?"
Your heart stops. Celeste sighs and turns to Dayton, who was now in front of them. "Hi! Yes, of course." She elbows you towards Dayton.
Stumbling towards him, you hit his chest. You clear your throat and nodded, putting your camera up as you tremble softly.
Dayton notices and chuckles, helping her out by tilting the camera towards them properly. "You good, darling?" He softly smiles.
You gulped and nodded. "Yeah! Yeah... please stay put." You smile before letting them pose, taking the picture.
You let them see the picture and Dayton nods. "Nice. Thanks, pretty. See you later." He winks, clicking his tongue before getting ready. Goosebumps hit you hard, eyes widen, and hands sweaty. "Oh my god..."
The race starts and you felt this really weird heat coiling at your lower stomach as you watched Dayton drift from side to side, corner to corner. You clenched your thighs together and sighs, trying to keep yourself together.
Hours later, you were now sitting on the bench, eating a burger peacefully as everyone finally finished the race. You sighed and wiped your sweat before one of the event managers invites you backstage.
Usually, you'd decline but when she mentions free food and everything comforting for you, you couldn't help but say yes.
You then enter to see them, greeting you nicely and smiling politely. They requested you to take pictures and even offered you the food prepared there.
You smile and nod until a familiar figure enters—all sweaty and shirtless. You turn to see Dayton White. Your eyes widen, gulping. "H-Hi! You must be Dayton?"
He nods and smirks. "And you are?" You mention your name with a polite yet nervous smile. He nods once again and smiles. "Pretty name. Nice to meet you." His eyes roam around you, eyes lingering too long on your thighs.
You notice his eyes and gulp. "So... uh... how long have you been racing for?" You mention. Dayton's eyes immediately focuses back to your face and smiles as if noticing happened.
"Oh, me? It's been a while. Winning this and that." Dayton chuckles. You nod and smile, "Oh, by the way, congrats on winning 2nd place!" You chuckle.
Dayton's right hand rests on his left chest, indicating that he feels grateful. "Thank you. I appreciate that." He giggles.
Your eyes linger down to his whole body—his chest, his abs, as well as his visible v-line. You felt your throat dry up.
Dayton then realizes they've been talking for a while now and clears his throat. "You... ate yet? I haven't." He chuckles as you shook your head 'no.' "Wanna eat with me, perhaps?"
You accept his offer and smile before eating with him.
The day passes by and they were now ready to leave. You grab your things and gets ready to head home when Dayton stops you from taking another step. "Uh, hey... I'd like to ask." He awkwardly chuckles as you turn to him. "C-can I... at least, have your number?"
Your eyes shine, a soft smile rising from your lips. "Yeah, yeah. Of course, I'd love to talk to you more." You chuckle.
Dayton softly chuckles back and nods before you give your number. "You got a ride?" He asks, eyes looking at you with obvious affection. You shook your head and he smiles. "Come on, join me." He offers.
Holy shit, I'm with... Dayton White?
The ride on the way to your house was chill and fun; you laughed, sang along, and even ranted to each other about stupid stuff. Once you arrive at your place, you turn to him and smile. "Thank you, Dayton, really. I enjoyed this."
Dayton smiles and chuckles. "Anytime."
Then the atmosphere shifts as you two just stared at each other, as if you two were piercing through one another's soul. Unconsciously, you felt like leaning over, and so did Dayton.
You two continued to lean over until your faces were less than an inch away from each other. Dayton looks at your lips, and you looked at his eyes. "Dayton-" and without warning, he completes the kiss.
Your eyes widen but you accepted it, closing your eyes as you softly kiss him back. After a bit, you felt him deepen the kiss, which made you pull him closer. Pulling away, you pant and he breathes heavily. "Damn... I'm so... sorry." Dayton gulps.
You nod and chuckles breathlessly. "You're okay, it's all good." You smile. "Thank you. Really." You then exit the car and start walking to your front door. You look back and waves goodbye before unlocking the door and heading inside.
The night felt so long as you sort out the pictures you took at the race. You organized it, folder by folder. You then notice an unknown dialer calling you. You grab your phone and answer, "Hello?"
"Hey, it's Dayton." Your eyes lit up and you felt your heart beat faster. "Dayton! Hi!" You chuckle.
He opens his camera, fresh from the shower. Your eyes then lingers once again, thighs pressing together again. "What you up to?" He mentions, putting down his phone and doing his night routine.
You shrug and smile. "Just... doing photojournalist things." You responded, taking your sweater off since it felt hot in your room. You were now wearing a lace tank top.
Then he had this weird darkness in his eyes. He smirks and nods. "Right." He sighs. The way he looks at you made you feel some sort of way too, but deep inside, it's impossible for him to say yes to it.
You both continued talking, just having fun getting to know each other even more. But Dayton kept looking at you weirdly, smirking as if he had an idea. You had a clue on what the idea is, but didn't want to put a finger on it, until...
"I know you know what I'm thinking 'bout," he whispers, "and I hope you know that I'm down." Your heart sank. "What?" You acted innocent. He laughs, "Stop lying. Be honest, darling. You'll receive what you deserve anyway."
You groan internally and gulp. "You're cute. Tell me everything in that pretty head of yours." Dayton hums. "I..." Fuck.
What to do, what to do, what to do? You thought. Then... Fuck it. "I-I've been eyeing you since earlier and I just can't get enough of you..." Your hand was now travelling down to your clothed core. "I think I... need you badly."
Dayton chuckles before taking off his shorts and boxers halfway, turning the camera to his long, hard cock, swinging around. "So, I guess you're craving this?" Your eyes widen and your mouth salivates.
"Fuck..." You mumble, now rubbing yourself through the fabric. You groan. "Dayton, I..." You seemed so scared but... the feeling was just too hard to resist.
You sigh and turns the camera to her hand. "You're fucking responsible for this, by the way," you murmur before hooking your underwear and shorts to reveal your pussy. You then slipped your fingers under your underwear and started fingering yourself.
Dayton's eyes glimmer in lust and grunts, starting to pumping his own length as he watches you pleasure yourself. "God, you're so... fucking wet..." He moans out. "Can't wait to hear you moan in person."
You giggle menacingly. "Come on over. I'll make you hear it in person." He licks his lips and nods. Then without warning, he ended the call. You bit your bottom lip, head spiraling in thoughts about what's to come.
You overthink about it until you remembered you have pills. Ever since you last broke up with your stupid ex-boyfriend, those pills remained unopened. Maybe now's the time to use them, so you did.
A few minutes later, a knock on your front door was audible. Yep, he rushed his way here—he is a racer, so driving fast isn't new to him. You opened the door and he didn't even greet you. Instead, he crashed his lips onto yours, locking the door immediately and pushing you to the couch, not breaking the kiss.
You giggle and pulls away for a moment, "not even a 'hi' or a 'hello?'" Dayton laughs breathlessly and starts marking up your chest and neck. You gasp and your fingers tangle in his hair. "Hello, good evening." He jokingly mutters as he grazes his teeth across your skin.
Dayton then takes off your tank top and unclasps your bra, obvious that he was needy and filled with want. His eyes widen at the sight, "Fuck..." he whispers. He leans down and starts to lick and suck a nub while flicking the other. You gasp and moan out. "Oh, that's good..."
"Yeah, you like that?" He teases. His fingers then slips her shorts and panties off, rubbing her clit as he sucks her. You moan softly and sees him standing up and taking his clothes off. You watch him, whimpering at the sight. "Dayton, oh my god."
You reach out to pull him for a soft kiss, smiling softly. He then helps you kneel down in front of his dick and smiles. "Open your mouth," and you did. He knocks his length on your tongue before making you suck it deep into your throat. Tears build up in your eyes, making you gag and choke on his man-flesh.
He grunts at every vibration you make, his grip on your hair tightening. "So good, taking me so good..." He moans out, staring at you. He pulls out, watching you gasp out for air. He caresses your cheek and smiles reassuringly, "Ah... you're so doing well, princess."
You smile and pulls away, using both hands to pump his cock and making him buck his hips. "Damn it..." He grunts out before flipping you over and pulling you close to him. He then feels your wet pussy with his fingers, making him chuckle. "So excited, huh? I wonder what could happen if I just..." He slips a finger in you, making you yelp.
"Oh, shit..." You whine. He adds another finger and starts fingering you slowly until you adjust to his fingers. "Good girl," he spits on his cock, using it as lube before rubbing the tip on your clit.
You gasp and grip the couch, trembling. "Ready?" He caresses your ass. You gather the courage amd huffs. "Wait..." He lets you have some time before you nod and then he enters you slowly, making sure you adjust to his length and girth. "Ah..." You whimper.
Dayton hears your whimper, making him stop mid-way. "Breathe, baby," and you did. You take deep breaths as he pushes in, eyes completely shut close.
After a bit, you finally nodded and he wasted no time and starting ramming in you, hard and deep. You gasp again and moaned loudly, eyes rolling back. "Dayton!" You shouted out. Dayton groans and squeezes your ass as he thrusts into you, a menacing smile on his face.
You groan and grips the pillows even more, burying your face into it too. "You feel so good around me, taking it like a good girl..." He moans out, spanking you and caressing it after.
Dayton then flips you over again, missionary this time. He continues ramming inside of you and you can't help but touch yourself while he's at it. "You like that, don't you? You don't want me to stop, huh?" He holds on to your waist and you start moving with him.
You start to clench around him and he groans loudly. "Fuck, you're so goddamn tight..." Dayton gasps out, feeling the warmth of dripping pre-cum.
"I-I think I'm close, Dayton..." You whisper out. "Wait for me." He caresses your cheek and smiles reassuringly before continuing. After minutes, you felt him twitch inside of you and his thrusts started getting sloppier.
"Oh... my..." He grips your hips, eyes slightly rolling back as both of you moan loudly and release together.
Dayton grunts and shuts his eyes close, while you shake and breathe heavily. He pulls out and watches the liquids drip out your pussy. "Like that?" He gently slaps your clit, splashing the releases everywhere and lays down, carrying you and making you straddle him.
You collapse on his chest, giggling breathlessly and tiredly. "Hmm... so good, Dayton." He then enters you again making you feel full. "Ride me, come on." He hums.
You sit up, feeling quite limp before moving your hips slowly. You groan as he bucks his hips up, making it feel deeper in you. "Oh my god..." You whimper.
Then you started riding him faster with him thrusting up inside you. You then hold on to his chest and whines. You felt close to being overstimulated and it made you wanna tear up.
After minutes of riding him, "I'm gonna... c-cum-!" You moaned loudly, cumming again, but that didn't stop Dayton from ruining you. He continued, making you feel completely overstimulated. You tremble and collapse on his chest, whining as he fucks you hard. "Dayton~" You shiver. "T-too much! Fuck... t-too good to... stop..."
You were senseless. You had no other thoughts, just him and his huge dick only. Dayton smirks and growls, "So... good. You're such a sweetheart, baby..." You shiver again.
Then he groans. "Oh, fuck... I-I'm close, baby..." You move your hips even just a bit to help him. He huffs, teeth gritting as he growled and then, "fuck!" He twitches inside of you again and spilled inside of you, your mixed release oozing out of you.
You whimper, eyes shut and mouth open as his warmth fills you up. Dayton closes his eyes, feeling his cock softening inside of you while resting a bit before looking at the sleepy and flushed woman on his chest with half-opened eyes. "Darling?"
Your ears perk up and turn to him. "D-Dayton..." You flash a tired smile. He chuckles and caresses your cheek, "You good?" He laughs breathlessly. You rolled your eyes and snuggles closer. "Fuck you." You mumble against his chest.
"You just did." He shrugs, making you stifle a laugh. "That was... the best performance I've had." He jokes again, making you laugh. "Best race ever, huh?" You replied with Dayton nodding in response.
"You did so well, I'm proud of you." He chuckles, caressing her marks, body, and everything, really. "Rest on me. You had a long day today." He softly whispers, kissing the top of her head. "I love you."
You simply hum in satisfaction, responding with a soft whisper, "I love you too."
