hiiii! i absolutely love your writing- could you maybe write something with oscar and logan x reader with reader and logan in subspace while oscar talks them through getting each other off? thanks so much!
also, could i be the ♥️ anon for your page?
It had been a tough week for all of you. You’d gotten a lot of hate in the media for seemingly dating two drivers, Logan was trying to piece together what was left of his career, and Oscar had a McLaren civil war of sorts to deal with.
But Oscar knew just how to give you all the perfect distraction.
Of course you can be ♥️ anon!
Warnings:
smut, PinV, Sub Logan and Sub reader, Dom Oscar, slight subspace, facials and cum stuff (for a change lmao), edging
It had been hours (it had realistically only been about 30 minutes, but it felt like hours).
Your mind was starting to get fuzzy around the edges, and your body burned with the need for release.
Logan wasn't much better off.
He was writhing in your arms as he humped you relentlessly, the friction on your barely clothed core was driving you both insane.
You had long since soaked through your pathetic excuse for underwear and Logan's never ending river of precum definitely contributed to the wet slide of your bodies.
The two of you were completely lost in each other, chasing your pleasure as your minds floated serenely.
You were so close you could taste it. Just a bit more, just a couple more strokes and...
“Stop”
The order came loud and clear and the two of you wailed as you were forced to separate once again, the cool air against you making you shiver.
Logan heaved in a breath against your neck as Oscar held his hips firmly in place so that he couldn't rut his hips into you like he so badly wanted.
Fresh tears followed the tracks on your cheeks as you sobbed, clinging onto each other for dear life.
“please, Oscar” Logan cried out.
“S'too much!” you gasped.
Oscar just stroked your faces as you both calmed down enough to be able to hear his next instructions.
“You've both been so good for me, you deserve to come now.”
He helped you take your underwear off and lined Logan's cock with your sopping wet entrance.
“Go on Logan, you can fuck her, but she needs to come first, yeah?”
Logan panted like a dog as he entered you swiftly and immediately started slamming his hips against your like a man possessed. Oscar took mercy on you both and slipped a hand between your bodies to help get you off, by rubbing harsh circles into your clit.
You yelped and Oscar laughed at your fucked out state.
“Go on then baby, you were so desperate to come, now come on Logan's cock like a good girl.”
It didn't take more than a couple more thrusts for you to tumble over the edge, taking Logan with you as you panted and whimpered into each other’s mouths.
Once you were both properly sated after a few orgasms, Oscar sat at the edge of the bed and ordered the two of you to kneel in front of him.
He pulled his cock out and hissed, the tip angry and red at being neglected for so long.
“I'm not going to last long, my loves.” He started fisting his cock hard and fast “who wants my cum?”
You and Logan both whined and leaned in closer, cheeks touching and tongues out for Oscar.
The older man groaned and sped up his hand, so close to the edge already.
“You both want it?”
You and Logan nodded, eyes shining up at Oscar.
“So pretty for me on your knees, so good, fuck- shit!”
He came in spurts all over your joined faces, some of it landing on your tongue and you hummed at the taste.
Once Oscar was properly finished, Logan twisted his head and kissed you, sloppily making out with you and spreading Oscar's cum all over your faces.
“God... you two are gonna be the death of me” he groaned as he watched you hungrily.
Once you'd all cleaned up in the shower and crawled into bed together, you all felt at peace for the first time a while.
Their bodies were warm against yours, and you all fell asleep like that, wrapped up in each others arms.
some mean!Logan thoughts that have been bouncing between the scrambled up mush of my brain.
just thinking about mean!Logan rubbing his fat tip up and down the seam of your pussy. Your puffy lips parting for the girth of him, soaking his cock with your slick. the chuckle he lets out at your high pitched whines for more, making the bulbus tip of his cock bounce against your engorged clit and he just won't give it to you. the temperature of the room making your skin hot and sticky with sweat as you try to grind your swollen pussy down against his cock. how his huge hand comes to hold you down, pressing into the plush pooch of your tummy. after deciding you’ve waited long enough (he’d make you wait longer if the sounds you let out and the heat of your sweet pussy weren't sending him mad) he finally feeds just the tip of his thick cock into your hungry cunny. How full you feel from just the tip makes you gush around it, trying to push down for more and he presses down on your tummy harder to keep you in place exactly where he wants you, his hand coming down in a loud smack against your clit, makes you cry out, arching your back as pleasure shoots straight to your pussy like lightning and instead of giving you more of his dick he brings his other hand up to your face and asks you to spit. Using the thick warm glob from your mouth he starts working it up and down his velvety cock just how he likes it, twisting and tightening his hand around his veiny length using the wetness pouring from your pussy to work himself faster and faster letting out deep rough growls at the feeling of your tight wet hot pussy clenching down desperately onto the meaty tip of his cock trying so hard to press more of him inside. How he’ll lean over as he gets closer and closer still refusing to give you any more of his cock, the feeling of his sweaty hairy chest brushing against your nipples sending shocks through you. his warm breath fanning over you leaning close enough to kiss you if he wanted too, but he doesn't, finding more satisfaction at how you tighten against him at the prospect of getting even just a peck from him, makes his hips stutter and nearly, just nearly give you exactly what you want, almost enticed by your puckered, spit shined lips, the loud pitched up mewls and whimpers that slip through them and the glazed over look in your eyes. How he sounds when he finally cums, loud animalistic growling coming from his chest. How the thick creamy ropes just pour out of him stuffing you fuller and fuller flooding your aching pussy to bursting. tears in your eyes, begging him to just let you cum and he still wont.
hiii! i was thinking maybe 🟠 from your prompt list with lando, oscar and logan if you’re up for it
like maybe reader’s oscar’s partner and since he’s a great friend and logan has a bad race, he invites logan to his driver’s room to let the frustration out on reader <33
but lando ends up coming in in the middle of it (cause we all know that mf doesn’t knock) and eventually joins?
you can change anything you want!! please and thank you!! <3
Logan had lost the will to live it seemed. Not only was he officially out of the seat, but he had crashed in FP3, not taken part in qualifying, and started from the back row.
And sue him, a p16 finish wasn't making him any happier.
Oscar knew just how to cheer his friend up, though.
Warnings: smut, threesome, foursome, PinV, PinA, gay shit, sub Logan, cock warming but with your mouth? Is that a thing?, subspace?, spanking, pain kink, dacryphilia, manhandling?, degradation?, spit, praise, overstimulation, Lando comes in (pun intended) at the very end.
Edit: I only just fucking realised I forgot to put the prompt in the fic.... oops :3
Requested from my prompt list
When Oscar had approached you during the aftermath of Zandvoort, you expected him to need cheering up. But what he was offering was much better: Logan Sargeant.
When he asked you about it you were skeptical, whoring you out to the other drivers wasn't really Oscar's style. But when he explained how down Logan was feeling you readily agreed, after all you were also good friends with the American.
Logan turned out to be more of a handful than you'd anticipated.
You expected him to let you take the reigns after being so depressed and mopey, you and Oscar had discussed possible outcomes and mindsets beforehand, agreeing to be whatever Logan needed.
But what you had in front of you now was so much more pathetic, and you were instantly wet at the sight that greeted you as you opened the door to Oscar's bedroom in his Monaco apartment.
You'd been caught up in a meeting so Oscar and Logan had started without you.
And Jesus Fucking Christ what a sight.
Logan was on his knees, drooling over Oscar's cock which was sitting on his tongue. His eyes were closed and his head was being held in place by Oscar's vice grip on his blonde hair. His hips were desperately grinding against Oscar's shin as he chased his release.
You just stared at the scene, eyebrows raised in question at Oscar, who just shrugged and motioned you over.
“Logan seems to be in a very particular mood so I've instructed him to make himself come without touching before he's allowed to suck my cock, isn't that right baby?”
His hand went to cup Logan's jaw as the green eyed man looked up and nodded, Oscar's unmoving cock still nestled in his mouth.
Oscar slapped his cheek “Words, Logan”
Logan hissed and his hips stuttered as he let out a muffled “yes sir”, which made more drool pool out of his mouth and down his chin.
It was disgusting.
It was fucking hot.
“Are you close, baby?” Oscar cooed.
“Yes, sir” Logan slobbered like a dog with a bone as the rhythm of his hips sped up and he almost choked.
“Good boy” you said out of nowhere and that was it for Logan.
He spilled into his jeans as his body went lax and his eyes clouded over.
Oscar pulled his cock out of Logan’s mouth and tilted his head upwards.
“You okay to carry on, baby or do you need a break?”
Logan whined at the emptiness in his mouth and slurred out “carry on, please… I'm green, please fuck my mouth. I need it so bad”
You almost felt sorry for the man as Oscar groaned and gripped his hair before sliding his cock all the way in to the base. Logan was breathing hard through his nose and his body was trembling, and you felt like you were going to combust watching them.
Oscar pulled out and immediately went back in, not giving Logan any time to breathe. But that was obviously what he wanted if the way his eyes rolled back was any indication.
He wanted to be used, so be it. That was something you and Oscar could do for him.
Once Oscar had come down his throat, he pulled out and picked the exhausted man up, carrying him to the bed.
His jeans were damp, but already tented again, evidence of the enjoyment he was getting out of this, and Oscar chuckled.
“Already hard again just from me using your filthy mouth… what a whore”
Logan blushed and tried to hide himself out of embarrassment, but you took his hands and pinned them above his head while Oscar busied himself getting Logan's clothes off.
“Oh no, baby you can't hide from us, we want to see you while we take turns using you. Can you be a good boy and keep your hands there for me?”
Logan agreed and you smiled at him sweetly before sliding your pants and underwear off.
“I'm going to sit on your face baby, is that okay?”
Logan looked like he'd died and gone to heaven.
“Yes please, oh my god…”
You chuckled as you saw his cock twitch where it was laying on his stomach, red and already leaking.
You didn't waste any time getting on the bed and straddling his face, head trapped between your thighs.
You held his hands in place with one of your own as you slowly put a bit of your weight down on to his waiting mouth.
You'd been so turned on, the shock of his tongue running across your clit made a high pitched moan come out of you, and Oscar laughed from where he was sat next to you.
“Is his mouth that good, baby?” he teased and you flipped him off with your unoccupied hand.
“Fuck off I'm just really horny, plus you should know, you’re the one who fucked it earlier”
“Touché, it is a really good mouth, you can put more weight on him, he is an F1 driver after all”
“Oh yeah, like you didn't almost suffocate last time I sat on your face!”
“Hey! If that's how I go out, I'll die a happy man!”
Logan tended to agree with that sentiment, but the two of you bickering like he wasn't even there was turning him on more than he'd like to admit. In fact the only sign that you were affected at all was the trembling of your thighs around his head as he licked and sucked all of your juices like a man starved.
When your voice cracked and you looked back down at him, he knew you were close by the way your eyes were lidded and you bit your lip in concentration.
“Fuck you're such a good boy Logan, you're gonna make me come.”
Logan doubled his efforts and you threw your head back as tremors wracked through your body and you came with a cry while he lapped up everything you had to give.
Oscar had been sitting patiently on the side but as soon as you'd ridden out the after shocks you were lifted up and thrown over the other side of the bed.
“My turn” Oscar growled and straddled Logan’s thighs before leaning down to kiss him and taste you on Logan's tongue.
Both men groaned into the kiss as it got hungrier and sloppier the longer you watched them.
You'd discussed beforehand the formalities and whether Oscar was cool with kissing Logan, but you certainly weren't expecting this level of depravity as you watched Oscar's left hand slither down to grip Logan's cock, and his right go up to wrap around the man's throat and squeeze making Logan gasp and his hips buck up into his hold.
“Open” Oscar rasped and Logan stuck his tongue out, mouth wide.
The sight of Oscar spitting into Logan's waiting mouth, ordering him to swallow, and Logan complying, was seared into your brain forever.
But the next thing out of Logan's mouth made you throb.
“Need you to fuck me now, sir”
He sounded so fucked out, Oscar grinned wolfishly at him and squeezed his hip affectionately.
“I was planning to leave that for later, but since you asked so nicely” he looked over to you, where you were already couple of fingers deep in yourself, and he raised an eyebrow before asking “Would you fetch me the lube, my love?”
You smirked at him at reached into the nightstand drawer to grab it and toss it to him, without stopping the movement of your fingers, and he narrowed his eyes at you.
“Since my girlfriend is feeling a bit lonely over there, I’m going to prep you while you're inside her, that okay with you?” he looked down at Logan in question and the other man groaned.
“You two are going to kill me”
You and Oscar laughed before springing to action. You shimmied down the bed and Oscar helped Logan get knees between your legs.
He just stared at your puffy cunt before lifting a hand to slide a finger inside you, and he groaned at the tight heat.
You just wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him towards you.
“ Want to feel your cock, Logan. Gonna be a good boy and put it in me?”
Logan let out a sharp breath at your crude words and shuffled forward to line himself up.
You groaned as he bottomed out completely and bent over you to mouth at your neck and give Oscar better access.
He was anything but small, and the pressure inside you was perfect as he started grinding his hips in small circles to help you adjust.
But he halted his movements when a smack resounded and he let out a strangled moan into your neck.
“You need to stay still while I prep you, can you do that Logan?”
He whimpered and nodded, but Oscar just smacked the other cheek, much harder.
“Yes, sir” Logan yelped before going back to sucking and biting along your collarbones.
As Oscar opened him up on his fingers, he started babbling into your skin, mind obviously getting fuzzy at the double stimulation on his cock and prostate, that Oscar was taking great pleasure in abusing with his talented fingers.
“You feel so good around me… so tight I'm leaking inside you… m'not gonna last long… Oscar's fingers… fuck, so good… wanna be good for you… want you to come on my cock… wanna make you feel good”
He was almost slurring at this point and Oscar chuckled before pulling his fingers out and lubing himself up.
“Don't you dare come before she does or I'll spank you until you come again on my cock…”
Logan's whole body shuddered and you wondered exactly how likely it was that that was going to happen.
Oscar slid inside in one go and Logan keened at the intrusion, hips bucking into yours and accidentally nailing your g spot.
Oscar grabbed Logan’s hips and started a rapid pace, pounding into Logan so hard that his cock was forced into your depths each time and you eyes rolled back as your sweet spots were abused by Oscar's forceful thrusts.
You closed your eyes, getting lost in the pleasure of your three bodies moving in tandem.
Oscar leaned forward, changing the angle to nail Logan's prostate dead on, and wrapped one hand around Logan's throat as leverage to pull him onto his cock, and the other went to your throat and squeezed, cutting off your breathing for a second.
Logan looked utterly debauched and Oscar could tell he wasn't going to last so he whispered into his ear.
“why don't you help her along, hmm? Make her come before you do”
Logan didn't even utter a word as his fingers went straight to your clit, rubbing light circles into the bundle of nerves which made you throw your head back and let out a porn worthy moan.
You came after only a couple more strong thrusts of Oscar's hips, and the feeling of your cunt throbbing around Logan's cock made him come with you as you both rode out your highs together.
Oscar pulled out gently and held Logan up to let you get out of the pile before turning him over and laying him on his back.
Logan’s eyes were filled with unshed tears and Oscar’s heart broke. He wiped a stray tear away with his thumb.
“What's the matter baby? Was that too much?” he asked, worried that he'd gone too far.
Logan let out a wet sob and huffed.
“No, no it's… it's the opposite. I'm…”
He looked away as another tear rolled down his cheek. “It's stupid…”
“Nothing is stupid when it comes to your needs Logan” Oscar chastised “Come on use your words baby, what’s wrong?”
Logan's green eyes snapped back to Oscar and he looked down to where he was still hard.
“Want you to fuck me more… I'm still thinking about my shitty weekend and I need to get out of my head but I just can't, and I’m not fragile I can take everything you want to give me and you're still hard and I reaaally want you to come inside me and I want you to really use me until I can't even think…”
He heaved in a breath after rambling and Oscar held his face tenderly, pressing their foreheads together.
“Logan, jesus, I would be happy to fuck you until the only thing you can remember is my name. All you have to do is ask”
He gave him a sweet peck on the lips before sitting up and sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Now then, I think that should be ten spanks for not expressing your needs…” he gave you a pointed look “you think that's reasonable my love?”
“Yes” “Yes, sir” you and Logan replied at the same time, pulling a giggle from you.
In no time Logan was over Oscar's knee counting down each spank, ass quickly reddening as he leaked precome all over Oscar's thigh.
“What number are we on Logan?” he asked after Logan failed to count.
Logan just moaned in response as you reached over and slid a finger down his perineum and over his balls, you couldn't help teasing him a bit.
“Logan?” you prompted.
“I- I don't know…” his words were slurred and you couldn't help share a triumphant smirk with Oscar, you'd found what Logan needed to get out of his head.
“seven?” he tried without much conviction.
Oscar made a face “Lucky guess, baby. But I think we'll go up to twelve for that lapse in concentration.
His hand came down on Logan's flesh harder than before and Logan cried out, cock dribbling a little bit more.
“eight”
Another smack, and his body tensed but he didn't make a sound. He was on fire, in a good way.
“nine”
Once more, Oscar aimed at the other cheek and brought his hand down even harder.
“ten”
Oscar could feel the tears streaming down his left thigh, and Logan's hardness pressing into his right. He motioned for you to touch him while his hand soothed over the harsh redness.
You slid a finger into his still loose hole, down to the knuckle, as Oscar spoke to him in a calming voice.
“Only two left baby. You going to take them like a good boy?”
“Mhhm… yesssir” Logan slurred and Oscar nodded at you.
You slid a second finger in and started rubbing circles into his prostate with the pads of your fingers.
The reaction was immediate. Logan’s hips bucked involuntarily, a soft cry pushing past his lips.
Oscar spanked him for the penultimate time.
“eleven” he wailed, wet sobs wracking over his body.
And the last one.
“twelve” he gasped and his cock visibly jumped as he bit into Oscar's thigh lightly.
“m'so close… please, I need you to fuck me, please I need to come, need it so bad”
Before anyone could move though, a voice sounded from the corridor.
“Oscar why the hell aren't you-”
Lando stopped dead in his tracks in the doorway.
From his vantage point there was nothing that you were doing that was hidden from his view.
Oscar, ever the pragmatic one, pulled your hand away and placed Logan on his back, on the bed, before turning around to face Lando.
“We’re taking turns helping Logan forget about his shit weekend, so either come help us or fuck off.”
He turned back around and lined himself up with Logan's hole, pushing in slightly.
“You okay to continue, baby?”
Logan shuddered at the intrusion and whimpered. “Yes, please, please fuck me”
“Please fuck me what?” Oscar chided, unmoving.
“Please fuck me sir!” Logan was getting antsy again and he squirmed, trying to get more of Oscar inside him.
“Such a good boy for us” Oscar leaned down to kiss him tenderly “I'm going to fuck you now, like you deserve”
He slammed his hips forward and Logan yelped, back arching as the breath was knocked from his lungs.
“Yes! Fuck! I'm so close, don't stop!”
Oscar chuckled and wrapped a hand around Logan's throat to keep him in place.
“I’m not going to stop, baby. We're going to keep making you come until you can't speak. Isn't that what you wanted?”
“yes! Thank you, sir!”
Oscar groaned “Good boy”
He was getting close after being on edge for so long and he could tell Logan was getting there as well.
He beckoned you over and you knew what he wanted you to do.
You took Logan's leaking cock into your mouth, and it only took a couple of bobs of your head before he was coming down your throat with a high-pitched wail, Oscar shooting his own cum deep inside him. He quickly pulled out and turned back to where Lando hadn't moved an inch, but was very visibly hard in his pants.
.
“Your turn” Oscar said and Lando caught a glimpse of Oscar's cum leaking out of Logan’s hole and down his crack.
He licked his lips and cleared his suddenly raw throat.
“Fuck, okay yeah…”
He unbuckled his pants in record time, pushing his underwear down and taking himself in his hand, giving his cock a couple of tugs before shuffling over.
“Turn over for Lando, baby”
And Logan didn't disappoint, he turned over onto his knees and arched his back like cat, fucking presenting himself to Lando.
“Jesus Christ Osc” one of Lando's hands went to touch the bruises on Logan's flesh “Logan you okay?”
“Yes, now fuck me, please, I need your cock sir” he said, goading the man behind him.
Lando's eyes closed in concentration, willing himself not to come on the spot, before lining himself up and pressing into him slowly.
The wet heat was heaven, and Lando aimed for Logan's prostate, making the younger man gasp and jolt.
“Ah! Too much- it's too much I can't-“ he panted into his arm as Lando bottomed out, but Oscar tutted.
“You're talking way too much for someone who ‘can't’. You wanted to be fucked until you can't think, so that's what we’re going to do.” He turned to Lando “Carry on”
So Lando did, he gripped Logan's hips hard, nails digging into the sensitive skin as he started a rough pace, effectively shutting Logan up for good as his prostate was abused over and over.
You and Oscar climbed up the bed to the headboard, hands and mouths wandering to distract yourselves, having a sweet moment for yourselves. His mouth made its way down to your poor neglected cunt, making you whine immediately after not getting any stimulation for a while.
You looked at Logan and gasped. He was being held up by his hair and his eyes were rolled back as drool dripped down his chin onto the sheets.
He was letting little punched out moans on every one of Lando's thrusts, and was obviously getting close again already.
Oscar slid a couple of fingers inside you and you yanked him up by his hair to kiss him senseless.
This was the most fun you'd had in a long time and you wanted to convey that through the kiss.
His fingers continued their assault on your g-spot and he leaned in close “Come for me baby, show Lando how good you are when you come” his lips went to your tits, biting and sucking and when your eyes found Lando's you came, thighs trying to close around Oscar's hand at the overstimulation.
You didn't register Lando speaking, but a bone-rattling cry came from next to you as Logan obviously came around him, making the older man smirk in victory.
But Oscar's attention was on Logan.
“Holy shit Logan, you came dry”
Logan sounded like he was having an asthma attack, despite not having asthma, and it took him a moment to respond.
When he did, you all raised your eyebrows at him.
“Is that all you've got?”
Lando took that personally, and he lifted the younger man and pressed him to his chest, changing the angle and grinding his cock in deeper as Logan groaned weakly.
“Still talking, huh? Sounds like a challenge to me”
Oscar hummed in agreement and slid his cock into you at the same moment he leaned down and took Logan's cock in his mouth.
The sight of your boyfriend eagerly sucking down his (and your) friend’s cock was a lot to process. Not to mention Lando's presence, who now had something to prove as he pistonned his hips at an inhuman pace.
You hadn't been in the paddock for several months, being too busy with your career, and the drivers were starting to get antsy about your return.
But who would be good enough to have a go at you was anybody's guess as the Hungarian Grand Prix weekend got underway.
Warnings: Kinda paddock bunny vibes, but reader more in control, smut, brief stuff with Lando and Charles, slightly creepy/predatory behaviour (but everything is consensual), hand job, oral, PinV, PinA, anal, like 3 lines of dirty talk, aftercare, eeeeh idk what else
Part 1 of One of The Boys
Max was the first to spot you on Friday morning, you were chatting with some of the formula 3 drivers who were getting ready for their practice session.
He wrapped you in a big hug from behind and lifted you up.
“I know it's been a while but these guys are a bit young for you aren't they?” he said teasingly and you slapped his arm, giggling as he put you down.
“Don’t worry, I already have my hands full with you lot. They'll get their turn if they get into formula 1”
You walked with him on his way towards the redbull hospitality.
“Yeah?” he smirked “Speaking of, what's my prize going to be when I inevitably win on Sunday?”
You laughed at him.
“Given how your car's been performing lately I'm not sure your cockiness is justified”
He gasped and put a hand on his chest in mock offense.
“How dare you doubt my talents?”
“It's not 2023 anymore Max, you can't have me all to yourself. You need to learn to share…” you smiled at him devilishly “And for your information, I won't be giving a prize to the winner anyway, so it's anyone's game”
You winked conspiratorially and sauntered off leaving Max on his own to wonder what on earth you meant by that.
The next person you saw was Lando, that very afternoon. And word had obviously traveled fast.
“A little birdy told me you weren't interested in podium sitters this weekend…” he hooked his arm over your shoulder and pressed a kiss to you cheek in greeting “So what's a man gotta do around here to get you to himself?”
He deepened his voice seductively , but it just served to make you laugh at him, given the number of times you'd heard high pitched whines come out of his mouth during your… celebratory activities.
“Well, hello to you too Lando, how was your week?” you teased and he almost looked guilty for a second, before grinning and hugging you tight.
“I missed you in Miami, so I think you owe me something for my first win, no?” he smirked and walked you over to a secluded corner between two garages.
You rolled your eyes at him, amused by his impatience.
He crowded you against the wall and your hands went to pull him closer by his belt loops, so his hips were flush against yours. He gasped and his hips bucked involuntarily at the action.
You laughed “Come here you horndog” and he crashed his lips to yours in a desperate, messy kiss. His lips came to part yours immediately. He hadn't tasted you for so long it took him seconds to get hard.
Your hand made it inside his pants and he whined and rutted against your hand as his head went to the crook of your neck. He was breathing hard and you could almost feel him trembling in your hold.
This was going to be the quickest handjob of your life.
And he never did manage to ask about Sunday's prize.
…
A few hours later, in the car park, you were cornered by none other than Charles Leclerc.
“Hello” He murmured in your ear and you jumped at the sudden presence behind you.
You turned around quickly and he pressed you against your car to hug you.
“Hello Charles, how are you?” you said while Charles tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Horny” he answered immediately with a smile.
You laughed and he put his hands either side of you, caging you in.
“I can wait until I win on Sunday of course, but I've been told you have something else in mind”
He raised an eyebrow in question and you sighed.
“I'm not telling you what it is Charles”
He nodded solemnly “In that case…” he swiftly opened the back door of your car and pushed you inside, climbed in and closed it behind him.
“I think you owe me a little something for my Home win in Monaco, don't you think?” He wiggled his eyebrows but you just scoffed. “Come on princess, I want to taste you. It's been so long” he whined.
Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. Well if you weren't going to be doing any work… might as well enjoy a treat for once.
You smirked at him and he grinned, spreading your legs and lifting your dress…
This was going to be a long weekend.
You managed to mostly avoid the drivers’ advances on Saturday, them being pretty busy with prep and qualifying and sticking around the feeder series drivers.
You hadn't even checked the group chat you'd been added to, you assumed it would just be full of questions about Sunday so you steered clear. Your plans would be revealed soon enough.
Sunday morning you arrived bright and early, catching Carlos on your way in and told him to spread the word with the others:
To shake things up a bit, and to celebrate you returning from your lengthy leave of absence, you would be rewarding the top 3 fastest laps of the race, regardless of the placement in the standings.
As you watched the race unfold you were getting more and more excited. The fastest laps were getting passed around like a football, and you were looking forward to potentially getting to have some fresh blood.
And you were right. The fresh blood came in the form of Logan Sargeant. You hadn't been able to spend a night with him yet, him never having gotten a podium.
After the race you sent a message in the group chat:
‘Congratulations to George, Logan and Max! (And Oscar of course 😘)
The three of you are welcome to stop by my hotel room (306 at the hilton, Lando don't you dare) and you need to decide between yourselves about the order etc etc… I'll be waiting ;)’
.
After a quick shower and a quick meal you lay on your bed and checked your messages.
There was just one from George.
‘we'll be there at 7:30’
Oh…
They were all coming together. (pun intended)
Interesting…
You imagined what it would be like. Would they take turns with you? George or Max showing Logan how to handle you. Fucking you into the mattress while he sat in the chair and watched, waiting for his turn.
Or maybe two of them would fill you up while the other ran his hands and mouth all over your body.
Would any of them be into touching each other? You knew Max and George were closer than what they revealed to the public, and that they had hooked up, but would you get to see it?
You imagined what Logan could be like… Was he inexperienced? Did he fuck like a pro?
All these questions were swirling around your mind when a knock at the door interrupted you. A spark of arousal shot through you and you hurried to go and open it.
Max was leaning against the frame, George stood behind him, smirking, and Logan was leaning against the opposite wall, looking cool as a cucumber as his eyes roamed your figure.
“Come on in boys” you said cheerfully, stepping aside to let them through before closing the door and sitting yourself on the bed in front of them.
“So what’s the plan, Max?” you said mischievously “You going to show these guys how it's done? Or is George going to come and claim his prize for Austria?”
George chuckled.
“Actually, we're going to fill you up.”
You frowned at him in question. “Fill me up?”
“You've got 3 holes for a reason, right?”
Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped.
“Fuck, okay…”
You found yourself bent over the bed, Max's mouth on your cunt and his fingers in your ass, stretching you out for him.
George's cock was in your mouth, and your hand was wrapped around Logan, pumping him at a leisurely pace.
Once you had come from Max's expert fingers and mouth, he deemed you ready and you were repositioned to their liking.
You straddled Logan, Max behind you, and George in front of you.
Pulling Logan into a sloppy kiss, you sank down on him slowly. Your heat enveloped him and he moaned into your mouth as you ground your hips down on him.
You felt Max's presence behind you and he pushed you and Logan to lay down. He positioned himself at your entrance and stroked your flesh tenderly.
“You ready, baby?”
You nodded and he wasted no time pushing the tip in.
You moaned, he was pretty big, and Logan was already filling you up nicely.
He pushed in slowly, and with every inch your moans increased in pitch.
Logan could feel you fluttering around him and it was driving him crazy, choosing to distract himself, and you, by sucking marks into your neck.
Once Max was fully inside, George came forward and stroked your cheek.
“You okay, sweetheart?”
You felt so full you didn't quite know how to respond, overwhelmed by the feeling of the two men inside you.
But when they started moving it was a whole different ball park.
The drag of two cocks against your walls was sending shocks of pleasure throughout your body, it was indescribable.
They didn't have the same rhythm so sometimes one pushed in while the other dragged out, but when both of them pushed in together you swore loudly as they nudged every single one of your sweet spots.
George wrapped a hand in your hair and you looked up at him, already fucked out of your mind.
“Mind if I use your mouth, love?”
He asked with a sweet smile.
You grinned at him and stuck your tongue out.
“Good girl”
Being used by 3 of the fittest men on the planet was exhausting, but incredibly rewarding, as you felt your orgasm creep up on you.
You moaned around George and he pulled out to let you breathe.
Max piped up.
“You getting close, baby?”
You whined out a yes before grabbing George's hips and shoving your mouth back on him, the weight of his cock a grounding presence to counter the white hot pleasure coursing through your body.
“Good, because we're close too, we're going to fill you up. Right guys?”
George hummed and stroked your tear stained cheeks. “And you're going to be a good girl and swallow it all, yes?”
You hummed around him, and then Logan spoke for the first time since he'd walked in the room.
“Gonna fill this sweet pussy full of my cum, baby. You like being full of cum? You like being used like a slut by your friends?”
The shock of his voice in your ear sent a shockwave through you and you came on the spot, creaming around Logan and spasming around Max. They both came inside you with a groan after a couple of rough thrusts and stayed there while you came down.
George wasn't far behind and you swallowed all of him as his come filled your mouth.
The aftercare was amazing. George and Logan accompanied you in the shower, one washing your hair while the other scrubbed your body clean of sweat and leaked come.
Max changed the sheets (he called room service for clean ones) and then went in the shower once you were done.
You went to sleep with the three of them huddled around you, their hands wandering over your flesh affectionately.
You always took care of your boys, and they always took care of you.
Oscar had blabbed. That’s the only explanation you could come up with at the moment, given the position you found yourself in, kneeling at your friends’ feet.
It’s 4am, leave me alone. Inspired by these pics
Warnings: blowjobs, sex, threesome, one mention of yolo, and if you don’t like cum, probably don’t read this, it’s filthy (literally),
PinV sex at the end
Alex and Logan had been eyeing you up all week. At first, they seemed to be glancing in your direction constantly, head movements catching your attention, but as soon as you’d look back at them they would avert their eyes. Then you noticed that they were staring at you for longer periods of time from across the room, seemingly unaware of what they were doing until they’d snap out of it on their own. But yesterday, that was when you saw their gazes shift into something else. Before they ranged from blank to vaguely curious, but yesterday, they looked hungry. It sent a shiver down your spine the first time. Now you just found it downright confusing, wondering what could have possessed them to start looking at you that way.
That night you were at your best pal Oscar’s place in Monaco, having just given him a congratulatory blowjob for his performance in the race (Oscar always said you were the best he’d ever known at giving head), and you decided to tell him.
“You know, Alex and Logan have been acting real weird lately” you called from the bathroom.
“Yeah? In what way?” he replied, in bed scrolling on his phone.
“Well… at first they just started staring at me, I think unconsciously, but now they’ve started looking at me like they want to eat me or something. ”
‘Shit!’ he thought. You couldn’t see him, but his eyes widened and he immediately started typing out a message to the boys: "what the fuck guys? Stop staring at her it’s weirding her out!"
“What do you mean?” he asked you, managing to keep his voice level.
“I don’t know… like- I’ve only ever seen that look when someone wants to rail me, you know? But it can’t be that, right?” You came out of the bathroom and Oscar turned his phone off a little too quickly, which confused you, but you were too tired to question it at that moment as you crawled into bed and snuggled up to him.
“Nah probably not, maybe you’re imagining things?” he tried, you didn’t bite.
“Absolutely not. We’re flying with them tomorrow, then you can see for yourself.”
The next morning when you woke up, you saw that you’d been added to a three way group chat with the two Williams drivers. You had two messages:
Alex: ‘We need to talk to you, privately”
Logan: ‘It’s nothing too serious tho dw <3’
‘Thank god for Logan’ you thought. Unbeknownst to you, they had been bickering all morning about how to broach the subject.
You would all be meeting at Nice airport to get a jet together so you didn’t have to wait too long for answers.
The four of you were alone on the jet, and when Logan got up to go to the bathroom, you glanced at him and he motioned for you to follow him.
'Okay, here we go' you thought nervously.
He closed the door behind you and you stared at him waiting for him to speak first, but he just stood there fidgeting nervously so you broke the silence.
"So what did you need to talk to me about?"
The room was relatively cramped so you were rather close, closer than you were used to, and you were able to count the freckles that dusted his face as you waited for an answer.
Instead of doing so however, he surged forward and kissed you. Which was confusing, but to be fair you weren’t going to start asking questions, as his lips were softly trailing over your jaw, making you let out a shaky breath.
“I’ve been thinking about this all week” he mumbled into your neck.
Before you even had time to form a response, the door slid open and there stood Alex, with a massive smirk on his face at the sight of you two.
“Started without me Logan? Bastard.”
He stepped inside and closed the door behind him, as you stood there, half pressed against the sink by Logan’s hips, and very confused at was on earth was going on.
Alex came and pressed a light kiss to your temple before tucking your hair behind your ear.
“Are you okay with this?”
You nodded, not even sure what ‘this’ was but, yolo, as the kids say.
So he plastered his body to your side and turned your head to kiss you, as Logan started trailing downwards, taking the waistband of your joggers with him. He gasped loudly as he very quickly realized you hadn’t put any underwear on underneath. You glanced down and raised an eyebrow at him.
“What? I travel comfy!”
Logan didn’t even hear you as he was already trailing kisses all over your thighs, lifting one of them and hooking it over his shoulder. His fingers spread you as he licked a broad stripe from your perineum to your clit, making you shudder in anticipation.
Alex’s hand on your jaw brought your mouth back to his, and his other hand snuck under your top to play with your breasts, making you keen under his touch.
One of your hands was in Logan’s hair as he lapped up your juices, getting his face soaked in the process, the other was making its way into Alex’s pants to grab hold of his cock, which had been hard ever since he saw you get up to follow Logan to the bathroom.
Your movements were uncoordinated as you were getting closer to orgasm on Logan’s tongue (and fingers that had since joined the party), and when you came, Alex had to put his hand over your mouth to muffle the loud moans that threatened to spill from you.
Logan stood up, a fucked out expression on his face, and licked his lips before grabbing Alex by the hair and crashing their lips together, Alex groaning into his mouth at the taste of you on his tongue.
You took their distraction as an opportunity to get down on your knees and unbuckle Logan’s pants, immediately getting his cock out and licking a long stripe form base to tip.
That made him shudder and he moaned into Alex’s mouth, the two of them still going at it, so you took him deeper and deeper, alternating expertly between breathing through your nose and swallowing, and you took Alex out of his pants to start stroking him at the same pace.
It eventually got too intense for poor Logan as he grabbed your hair and pulled you off him.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come too fast if you keep going like that.”
Alex grinned at him, then down at you. “You really are the best then, yeah?”
Your brain didn’t even register the implications behind that statement as you took Alex into your mouth, down to the base in one go, as if to say ‘see for yourself’.
You alternated between the two of them, getting them to the edge before pulling off to breath properly before switching. At some point they had started kissing again, groaning into each other’s mouths and running their hands through each other’s hair.
Then, without warning, the door opened and there stood Oscar, smug as anything.
“Well well well, what’s all this then?”
The image of George briefly flashed in your collective minds.
You pulled off with an obscene pop and looked up at the other two boys.
What sight the three of you made, you on the floor with tears running down your cheeks, Alex and Logan flushed and messy, hair sticking up and looking fucked out, with their cocks out.
That’s when it all clicked. The looks, Oscar’s avoidance, this whole mess in the bathroom.
Oscar must have blabbed about your activities to them.
You turned to the man in question.
“Did you plan this?!”
He laughed. “No one could have planned this. But I did mention to them how good you are for me, and I’m certainly enjoying the show. Do carry on, that looks painful.” he said, gesturing to where Alex and Logan were still hard, and leaking all over themselves. You looked at them in disbelief.
“Are you enjoying this? Being watched by your best friend while you’re getting sucked off?”
They had the audacity to look bashful, and it also kind of did it for you. So you slowly took Logan back into your mouth and Alex in your hand and they groaned in unison. You savoured every second of it, even the sound of Oscar’s breath hitching as he inevitably started touching himself in time with your pace, made you wet.
As the three men got closer, their noises got louder and Alex asked “Where?”
Oscar answered for you. “If you ask nicely she’ll let you come anywhere you want”
The two others groaned and quickly rushed out “Can I come on your tits?” and “On your face, please?”
You nodded at them, and they started jerked off hard and fast, aiming at your face and breasts as you closed your eyes and stuck your tongue out. Alex came a couple of seconds before Logan, painting your face in streaks of white, most of it landing on your tongue, then you felt another load land on your chest as Logan whined out his orgasm.
As Logan caught his breath, Alex pulled you to your feet and kissed you sweetly as a thank you, before he leaned down and started working his tongue over where Logan’s cum streaked your skin, making you gasp. Then Logan came closer and started licking Alex’s cum off your face. It was hands down the weirdest situation you’d ever been in, but it was hot as fuck. That was made obvious by how Oscar groaned behind you, still working over his cock at a leisurely pace.
“What a sight you three make. If Lando were here he would cream his pants…”
You huffed “I’m sure he would, but you’re certainly not going to tell him about this, right?”
His eyes twinkled “We’re meeting him for lunch tomorrow in Montreal.”
The other two finished cleaning you up and got you (and themselves) dressed again, kissed you one last time, Logan giving you a quick tap on the ass, before leaving you and Oscar alone.
“You mind getting on your knees one last time for me, baby?”
“Anything for you, Osc” You smiled, but before you could move, he grabbed your arm.
“Actually… I want to make you feel good too.” He glanced at the mirror. “Stand in front of the sink, hands on the mirror.”
You obliged, planting yourself firmly before he pulled down your pants, already having noticed your lack of underwear earlier, and pushed a couple of fingers into you.
“God, baby, you’re dripping.”
“I know that, just get your dick in me!”
He chuckled and lined himself up, bottoming out in one go.
“Fuck- so warm and tight, just for me” he groaned and kissed your neck before grabbing your hips tight, and pounding into you.
The angle made it so that he hit your g spot on every thrust, getting you close to the edge in record time, your loud moans spurring him on to go harder.
You came together, panting and coming down from your highs with him wrapped around you, breathing into your neck.
Logan and Alex were in the cabin, listening to yours and Oscar’s needy moans as they squirmed in their seats. They were wondering if maybe next time, Oscar would let them fuck you.
..................reader riding logan soft and slow after miami, leaning down and kissing all over his neck, whispering gentle praises and "you did all you could"s and "it wasn't your fault"s and "i'm proud of you no matter what"s while his hands cant stop scrambling wherever they can reach- reader's shoulders, hips, ass, chest, waist, arms, anything he can hold on to because he's just so overwhelmed with how good it feels.
eventually it ends with him almost choking on reader's fingers, spit and tears mixing on his tongue and sobbing heavily after reader removes their fingers, saying "i did well, i believe you" when he finally, finally cums and it's one of those slow and smooth ones that just never seem to end and it's all soft and vanillay UGH i can't get over this. i thought of it on a high-speed train through korea (seoul to busan) and i didn't have service but WOOOOO i'm doing great
(can u tell i'm ovulating)
I'm ovulating too and this just ... wow kill me softly why don't you
Warnings: riding, edging, gagging?
Shoving your fingers into his mouth just to stop him trying to argue with what you're saying, and eventually his drool is dripping down his chin, over his abs, down to where you're joined, easing the slide even more.
You're splitting yourself on his cock as he struggles to not thrust up into you, using him as you please to punish him for saying negative things about himself.
In fact, whenever he gets close to coming, you pull off, making him wail around your fingers, tears streaming down his cheeks. You're not letting him come until he repeats the sentences you said to him back to you.
You take your fingers out of his mouth for the 3rd time now "Well? Anything to say to me?"
He shakes his head as you tut disapprovingly, seating yourself back on him, but not moving. "I've already come twice my love, I'm satisfied. I'm not letting you come until you've done what I asked, and if you don't want to I guess can just walk right out of here." You clench around him to emphasise your point and he whimpers.
"I did all I could-" he manages to choke out after a while "It- it wasn't my fault".
You hum in encouragement and start rocking your hips again, slowly.
"I did well...I-" he stops, the last part always the hardest to say for him.
You grab his face, forcing him to look at you, thumbs wiping at his tear stained cheeks. "Go on baby, say it, I know you can"
He surrenders completely at your touch "I'm proud of myself"
You smile and kiss him softly.
"Again" you order and he squirms as he repeats the words again under your heated gaze. You make him repeat them once more after that, rythm of your hips never faltering, until he finally starts sounding like he believes what he's saying.
You kiss him passionately and you pick up the pace, his hands grabbing onto the meat of your hips as you trail kisses over his face and neck. "Good boy, you can come inside now baby, I'm so proud of you"
He groans at that, and grabs your waist to start pounding into you from below.
"I'm so close!" He whines.
"I know, baby, let go for me, I've got you"
And he comes inside you with a noise somewhere between a sob and a wail as he wraps his arms around you and buries his face in the crook of your neck.
This is the best way to make him decompress after a bad race (and he has a lot of them at the moment) and you're only happy to embark on the long and hard journey that is making Logan Sargeant believe in himself again.
Really, even though you were friends, the last thing Logan should be asking the Williams HR representative about, in her office, is sex.
Warnings: oral, petnames, lots of petnames
Based on true events that happened to me last week. Only difference is it was in my appartment, and I didn't actually come.
Do I use too much italics? Probably. Do I care? Not one iota.
So yeah, this was probably breaching several clauses in both your contracts.
But Logan came into your office, looking a bit sheepish, and sat down on the grey sofa in the corner without a word. You just stared at him, waiting for him to say something, but he just avoided your gaze.
"What can I do for you Logan?"
He didn't answer, just squinting at the floor, contemplative.
He came into your office quite often. Probably more than was strictly appropriate but after all, you used to be on the media team and had become friends with most of the drivers during your years at williams. Usually Logan and Alex (and occasionally others who "happened to be passing by") would come in for a chat, generally cheerful or angry or sad, depending on the kind of day they were having.
Today however, Logan was fully silent.
"Logan?"
He squinted again, this time at you, trying to figure out how to say what was on his mind.
"Lo, I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong"
He took a deep breath before responding.
"So you know I'm a virgin, right?"
You, in fact, did not know that. You didn't think you were that close a friend, although you didn't exactly mind. It was just a bit sudden.
"What?!"
"Well technically I had sex once but it went really badly. And I haven't had any practice since, because I'm scared of picking up girls because I don't know what I'm doing and I'm an F1 driver so I'm supposed to be having loads of sex but imagine I'm really bad and it got out, it would be super embarrassing and I'd have to ask you, my friend, for an NDA about bad sex, which is just another level of weird and I'd hate for you to stop tal-"
"Logan!"
He stopped ranting and looked at you, obviously feeling rather vulnerable.
"Logan... have you just come into my office to tell me you're inexperienced at sex?"
He pursed his lips and frowned.
"Yes"
"Okay.... why?"
"Because I want you to teach me how to pleasure a woman"
He looked you straight in the eyes, with way too much confidence for someone who was suddenly eligible for a lawsuit.
You raised your eyebrows at him. "Logan, couldn't have waited until... oh I don't know, until we weren't in our workplace to ask me for sex?"
"Um... I guess?" He had the audacity to look embarrassed. "I'm sorry if I read this wrong. Do you uhh- not want to?"
You studied him for a second. What the fuck. It wasn't that the idea was unappealing, he was an attractive young driver with probably incredible stamina. Which is why you found the idea of him being inexperienced so odd. And why was he asking you for... guidance? A lesson? It was weird to think of him as anything other than your friend slash coworker Logan, who you had now known for nearly two years.
If someone had told you this morning that this is how your day was going to go, you would have told them to fuck off and gone back to sleep. You realised you must be taking too long to respond when Logan sighed and rubbed his face.
"Okay nevermind, I'm sorry I brought it up, we can just- pretend this conversation never happened"
He sounded almost sad as he got up to leave but stopped as you blurted out "No, wait!"
He stared at you questioningly.
"I'll do it" You sounded breathless "I'll teach you- how to do uhh... sex. With me."
His eyes lit up as he laughed "I hope you'll be more articulate than that "
"Oh fuck off" you hit his shoulder in retaliation "You're the one who looked like you were going to shit a brick when you walked in here!"
"Hey! That's a low blow" He pouted.
The atmosphere became more comfortable with the bickering but there was still an undercurrent of nervousness. He took a couple of steps towards you and leaned in but you stopped him with a hand on his unsurprisingly firm chest.
"You want to do this now?" You hissed "Are you fucking mental?"
He pouted again "why not, the bosses aren't here today, it's just us, and the engineers are working on the cars" He wiggled his eyebrows.
Well when you put it that way....
Fuck's sake.
You leaned in slowly, as if aiming for his mouth before swerving at the last second and pecked him on the cheek before whispering in his ear. "Lock the door for me will you, darling?"
His eyes darkened "Yes ma'am" and he turned away to lock the door.
You sat down on the sofa and spread your legs, beckoning him over and silently motioning for him to kneel between them. He did so and put his hands on your thighs, then looked up at you expectantly.
Oh, right. You were supposed to be teaching him.
"Okay so first you're gonna want to get me naked"
He giggled at your obvious statement before hooking his fingers into your waistband. "Sure thing, princess" Pulling them down and off, underwear soon following as he let out a breath, eyes and hands roaming over your newly exposed skin. "Shit, you're already so wet." He looked up at you again.
"Can I?" He asked.
So polite.
"Be my guest" you smiled at him as he lowered his body. He kissed the inside of your thighs, slowly inching towards where you needed him most. When he got there, you let out a strained half-sigh half-moan as he licked a stripe from your taint to your clit. The noise made him look up as he licked his lips, eye contact making you shiver. He then spread your thighs further and immediately buried his face between them like man starved, making a valiant effort to find your clit with his tongue.
"A bit lower- lower- a bit right. Wait no, your right"
He followed your instructions dilligently and when he found it, he sucked on your clit with fervour, which made you gasp and let out a shaky moan. "There, right there." as your right hand weaved itself into his hair.
Eyes on yours, he blinked up at you and you nodded to tell him he was doing a good job. Satisfied, he carried on, closing his eyes in concentration.
You grabbed one of his hands and started licking at his fingers, it startled him a bit and he looked back up at you, still surprisingly efficient with his mouth. The sight was absolutely sinful, blonde hair a mess, eyes blown wide, tongue out, working over your flesh. When you sucked one of his fingers into your mouth, straight down to the knuckle, he groaned, the vibrations making your hips twitch. You slid a second finger into your mouth, then a third, ensuring they were nice and wet, then pulled them out. "You can start putting them inside now".
He put the first one in, reaching so much deeper than you could manage on your own, all the while still lapping at your clit. You were so wet it didn't take long for a second one to join as he pushed them in and out gently.
"Okay now sort of hook them upwards" you showed him the movement with your own hand and he nodded, hooking his fingers and it felt so good you moaned quite loudly, hoping none of the engineers would be passing by your part of the building. He put a third finger in and the stretch was delicious as he pressed upwards again and flattened his tongue over your clit.
You could slowly feel an orgasm building and he felt you clench around his fingers, going slightly faster with both his hand and mouth.
"Oh god whatever you do, do not stop!" You panted above him as he used his other hand to hook a leg over his shoulder and he sat up a bit, changing your position slightly and making his fingers hit even deeper inside you.
"Fuck!" You clenched around his fingers as you came hard and he slowed down, helping you ride it out for a while before you had to physically push him off because he wanted to seemingly carry on forever.
"Geez Lo, give a girl a minute, yeah?" You laughed, a bit out of breath. You felt boneless as Logan started kissing his way up your body and finally sealed his mouth over yours. His face was sticky, and your hands went to his hair and pulled on it, making him groan into the kiss. You pulled his head back and he whined, his hips bucking against the sofa, searching for some relief. You lifted an eyebrow at him.
"Please" he panted. You glanced down.
"Need some help down there, soldier?"
He grinned, lopsided. "Sargeant, actually"
Oh yes, you were going to have some fun with this one.
