being made to maintain eye contact while being fingered for the first time by dilf sugar daddy!carlos sainz would honestly heal me. imagine he's bought you a lovely new set of lingerie, just to celebrate the occasion, too. at first you were a little nervous, you'd done things with carlos before, but never anything like this. but he assured you that it was fine! he knew what was best for you, so who were you to protest? slow sensual kisses turn more heavy as your wide, doey and innocent eyes look at him, giggling nervous for a moment as his nose nudges yours, as if he's silently communicating with you, trying to reassure you that he's got you. and you melt into it! your arms wrapping around his neck as there is more teeth and tongue incorporated into your kisses, making you gasp into his mouth, a wet patch forming on your beautiful new lacy panties he brought for you. he trails his hand down your bare stomach as your hands tangle in his salt and pepper hair when his fingertips trace over your wet patch."someone's a little bit excited, aren't they?" he hums in that thick accent that makes your stomach flip before his fingertips hook underneath the elastic, asking "may i?" before you nod sheepishly, slightly confused by the wet patch that's ruined your lovely new panties, cheeks flushed a burnt shade of crimson and lips bruised from the kisses you'd both shared beforehand. carlos would then kiss your neck as you wriggle out of your panties, kissing that sensitive spot underneath your ear, before his large fingertips would play with your slick on your folds, smearing it around, causing you to gasp with a new found pleasure."look at me, cariño," he'd mumble as he has your jaw cupped in his hands, causing you to keep eye contact with him. you'd ride his fingers, panting and slightly drooling out of the corner of your mouth as you can't explain the ecstasy and adrenaline you were feeling, clenching on carlos’s digits inside of you."that's it, good girl," carlos would praise as you whimper, moaning,"it's too much. i'm so full," in that pretty sweet voice that carlos can't help but melt for. "i know, i know, nena," he'd coo, before mumbling,"but remember, if my fingers feel like this, imagine how good my cock would feel inside of you. splitting your tight hole open, just for me to use." and your big wide eyes would just look at him hazy as you become a moaning mess, looking down at carlos as your mouth becomes agape when his calloused thumb finds your clit for the first time, the slow circles he rubbed against it, adding to the pleasure you were feeling in the moment."gonna come, carlos. so close, it's too much," you whimper, pretty painted lips forming a pout as your thighs start to tremble with the overwhelming pleasure soaring through your veins and through your whole being as carlos murmurs,"it's alright, i've got you. let go for me, princesa," whilst brushing his other hand through your hair, pushing it back out of your face. you clench tightly around his fingers, your orgasm causing you to shudder as a rush of heat runs up your spine, causing you to moan out as your hips stutter, coating carlos’s digits inside of you with your slick. you hiccup as you come down from your high, being smothered in carlos’s praises as he removes his fingers from your slightly throbbing cunt, before he tells you,"open up" with a mumble. you open your mouth and he shoves his fingers coated in your juices into your mouth, before smirking, telling you to"taste it all, cariño. taste how sweet you are for me." <3
HI BON I FEEL LIKE ME BEING IN YOUR ASKS HAS BEEN WELL OVERDUE BUT HERE I AM READY TO GIVE MY 5 CENTS 😼
so i can't help but think that you, carlos and charles all have a threesome together. it was obviously charles and carlos first as they'd basically started a sex affair whilst at ferrari, but then you joined, and both of the boys couldn't help but feel their cocks stir from the first time you'd entered the paddock as the reserve driver for the rest of the season.
it was obvious that carlos wanted to get into your pants first. he'd often pay little visits to your room, would whisper sweet nothings in your ear and overall would get verryyy comfortable around you. and sometimes charles would walk past hearing your moans and carlos’s familiar grunts as you fucked before carlos went and raced. however, charles let it slide as he knew carlos would be in his pants by the end of the race. but because charles was more of a timid character in the bedroom, he'd never plucked up the courage to fuck you, despite his desire to as well. or for you to fuck him, which was what he wanted more. and plus, he didn't want to annoy carlos by trying to steal his girl.
carlos, though, knew that you and charles had more chemistry together. maybe you knew each other from karting? hence why he fucked you harder and more, wanting himself to become your number one instead. but carlos couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to witness you and charles fucking, feral and unhinged. as you were both quite shy when it came to the initial start of having sex, so he'd have to concoct some sick plan to make you and charles fuck whilst he could just relax and watch.
so he got you both high on aphrodisiacs! it was easy, just slipping them into both of your drinks whilst at a club celebrating another amazing result for both him and charles. and my, were the effects of the drugs instant.
by the time you'd gotten to the hotel room with carlos and charles (first mistake, i suppose), charles couldn't keep your hands off of you. bound by the necks due to carlos collaring you and charles with a collar each, you were naked, making out with no self control or dignity in sight. your lips crashed on each other's as if it was your last day on earth, humping each other, fingering each other, (you name it!) as the moans and groans that left your mouths were like honey to carlos’s ears.
whilst all of this was occurring, carlos sat in the chair next to his chest of drawers, fisting his cock as you with a smug smirk on his face as he revelled in the unhinged scenario he'd easily created. and charles fucked each other like bitches in heat, whimpering as the room started to smell like sex and the sheets became soaked.
maybe after a while he'd join in, he thought, but right now he wanted to enjoy his favourite subs fucking like desperate little sluts. <3
NOTTI OH MY GOD NOTTI I JUST AGHHH I SPENT LIKE SO LONG STARING AT THIS ASK AND JUST GOING INSANE WHAT THE HELL
ok but what if carlos decides to toy with charles a bit and right before charles cums, he rips him off of you and the poor man starts whining and hissing, going feral. maybe carlos has to punish him, remind him who's really in charge and so while charles' ass gets split into two by carlos, his eyes are all teary. carlos reaches around and grabs you by your hair, guiding your mouth down onto charles' throbbing dick.
bonus if you try saying something snarky because you think carlos will let it slide since the whole goal is to rile up charles and get him a whimpering mess and you foolishly think you have the upperhand. carlos probably snickers and as soon as he stuffs his cum into charles, he'll shove the man onto you and they both decide to use you for the rest of the night.
SEEING THE RESULTS OF THAT POLL ARE LIKE A DAGGER TO MY HEART. isack will NEVER be a dom, PLEASE GUYS im BEGGING ON MY KNEES. stop saying isack would be a dom, his facial expressions make him look like a pathetic sub I CAN'T DO THIS 😭😭😭
IM GONNA PRETEND THE POOL NEVER HAPPENED.
I’m writing right now and i tried guys, i really tried but hes just so subby. I swear i was just typing and all of the sudden he was saying “please” with his puppy eyes. 🤷🏽♀️
sorry guys.
also, notti?? hi diva 👋🏽 have we spoken before? i can’t remember
( @nottivagos for ami ! ) ‘ do you think this would be a nice edition to our apartment ? ’ cindy asks , pulling the plant up from it’s spot in the plant booth . ‘ isn’t she cute ? ’
an: going to be honest, i don't really know what this is. i'm sleepy 😔
it wasn't uncommon for lando to miss you whilst he was away racing. he knew he couldn't bring you to every race, and he respected that you had other aspirations and responsibilities away from supporting him at races. but god did he need you now.
it wasn't like a regular craving that he could shake away with a quick scroll through some pictures of you together, no, this was different. it was the kind of desire that he did prepare for, but never knew could actually happen. he needed to hear you. desperately too.
he'd been trying to get himself off to some odd voice notes here and there for a while that evening, but it wasn't enough. he needed to hear your voice again, and craved to even be told what to do by you.
in an act of desperation, he called you, not expecting you to answer. it was an ungodly hour for you at home, so he wasn't getting his hopes up for anything, but luckily he'd struck gold.
you stirred from your sleep, groggily turning over to your bedside table to see lando's name lit up on your phone. lethargically answering the phone, you croakily spoke into the microphone, wondering what your boyfriend's reasoning was for calling you at such an ungodly hour.
when lando answered, his voice was already a little breathless. his cock was half hard as he rested topless on his large bed in his hotel room, one hand just aimlessly tracing over his bulge whilst the other held his phone in his hand.
"you sound a little breathless," you asked out of concern. "you alright, lan?" you asked with a genuine concern, "you don't sound very well," you added with your eyebrow raised.
"me? oh, i'm alright babe," he laughed off, fisting himself through his boxers. "just got a little bit of a cold that's all," he mumbled, closing his eyes as he continued to rub up and down the now painfully straining cock in his boxers.
with a hum, you shrugged it off. you started to talk, rambling about things going on at home, blissfully unaware of lando pleasuring himself to your voice. lando's hands came to nearly rip his boxers from his body, letting his angry red cock bounce free onto his lower stomach, tip leaking with salty pre-cum.
lando continued to stroke his length as you continued rambling, thumb smearing the pre-cum down his length, whilst his curls fell on his pillow as he tilted his head upwards in pleasure. his mind was hazy, high on not only the adrenaline pumping through his veins, but the ecstasy of hearing your voice after so long apart.
losing any self awareness, lando let out a short whine, biting his lip to try and suppress it as much as possible, but failing miserably. your eyes widened in realisation, stopping what you were saying mid conversation to question what the hell lando just did.
"why did you just moan?" you asked bluntly and directly, adjusting yourself upwards on your bed.
"n-no!" lando exclaimed, grip hard on his twitching length as his froze, hot blood pumping through his veins. "why the hell would i moan?" he tried to laugh off, but you weren't having it.
"are you touching yourself to the sound of my voice?" you asked rather bluntly again, but lando could sense the smirk plastered on your face from his end of the line.
"why would i do that?!" he blurted out sheepishly, trying to lie through his teeth but failing miserably. "i'm not touching myself," he denied again, "i just-, i just missed your voice, okay?"
"aw, that's cute," you mumbled, "but i'd bet you'd need me to tell you what to do, wouldn't you? i bet you're so lost without the sound of my voice in your ear," you trailed off as lando grabbed his throbbing cock, thrusting the fleshlight around it so it fitted ever so snugly.
"please," he whined stupidly, phone now discarded to the corner of the mattress. "i need you," lando panted, pleading nearly as the breath was sucked out of his lungs in the breathless gasps escaping his lips.
"tell me what you want me to do, baby. i'm all yours," he added, biting his bottom lip at the feeling of the fleshlight fitted snugly around his throbbing length, making him a mess. but god did you revel off of that.
"yeah?" you asked, "you're all mine, are you?" you hummed with a devilish excitement flurrying in your insides. "why don't you let me hear those pretty little noises that you make whilst you tell me how you're feeling, hm?"
"fuck," he panted, fisting his cock with the toy. "it's just-," he stuttered, tears forming in his eyes as he continued to jerk himself off, "i just need to feel you- inside of me, and i can't-," he cut himself off as he whimpered, biting down on his hand to suppress a moan mixed with a sob.
"oh, it's that bad, huh?" you cooed, "you really miss me that much, lando? aren't you such a sweet thing," you murmured, voice laced with venomous sweetness as you felt your panties become wet from hearing lando's moans vibrate through your phone's speaker.
"if i cum please just promise me that you'll come to my next race," lando breathed as his hips rolled in a haste rhythm whilst thrusting the toy harder onto his cock. "that's all i ask," he added, before groaning, "fuck-, i'm close."
"oh you're close?" you hummed with a raised eyebrow. after a moment of pondering, listening to lando's moans grow louder and louder, you answered, "alright, i'll come to your next race," giggling before adding in a sultry mumble, "come for me, lando."
salty tears streamed down lando's face as he let out a guttural moan, hot spurts of come painting the inside of his fleshlight. the sticky white trailed down his length, painting the inside of his thighs as he panted, coming down from his high.
"good boy," you praised as lando whimpered, chest heaving. "that feel better, lando? i bet it does, doesn't it," you murmured into the phone with a sadistic smile on your face.
"now turn on your camera," you commanded, "i want to see what pathetic mess my stupid boyfriend made on his toy thinking about me." <3
an: college dirtbag!lando and fisting. i mean, have you seen those hands lando has? jesus fuck, man.
"lando." you breathed as your hair flowed messily on the pillow below you, whilst your hazy eyes met his own. "fuck, i can't take anymore, lando," you groaned, skin prickling with burning arousal surging through your veins.
lando smirked, thrusting two fingers slowly into your dripping cunt, soaked from the umpteenth time of you coming on them. "shh, baby," he mumbled, kissing your temple from above, curling his fingers to the place that made you see stars, "you can take another finger, i know you can."
you gasped as his fingers stretched out your folds, the air being sucked from your lungs as your thighs trembled with increasing anticipation. "more," you whispered, eyes pleading as you met his devilish gaze and wolfish grin again, "i can take more. please. another finger," you groaned, head tilting back, as your hips pushed upwards, back arching off of the mattress.
lando smirked again as he slipped a third finger inside, feeling how your walls clenched him so snugly. you moaned, chest heaving as his fingers continued to curl inside your wet heat ever so meticulously and with ease.
"good girl, baby," he purred into your ear, large fingers continuing to curl and thrust into you. "such a good girl, taking my fingers like this," lando mumbled, pressing another kiss to your slick temple, "do you want more?"
you whimpered, a rush of heat surging up your spine. nodding, you whined, "more, lando, please", as your hips started to roll. "need more," you croaked, as a stark flush painted across your plush cheeks and your glimmering doey eyes stayed focused on lando's torturous smug grin, obviously revelling in the way you loved how he stretched you out.
his large fingers continued to delve in and out of your cunt, smearing your slick over your folds as extra lubrication. you gasped out loud again as he teased his fourth finger at your entrance, stifling down a moan by biting your bottom lip sheepishly.
"let me hear you," lando coaxed, slipping the fourth digit into your hole ever so easily. "wanna hear you fall apart on my hand, baby," he murmured, lips now dangerously close to your own as he pressed down gently just in time to let a loud moan die in his mouth whilst curling his fingers deeper inside of you.
tears of pleasure brimmed in your eyes as the coil in your lower belly tightened, whilst the fire surged uncontrollably as his lips left your own. your legs shook even more, gasps and moans escaping your lips ever so freely whilst he now teased his pinky at your hole, trembling with the inevitable release that lando's fingers were coaxing you into.
"you want the last finger, baby?" he asked, murmuring into your ear hotly as he pumped his other 4 digits in and out of your pussy, the noises of your slick becoming obscene as your juices painted your inner thighs. "tell me you want the last finger," he added, teasing his pinky up and down your dripping slit.
"please, i need it," you gasped, body tensing with pleasure as your chest heaved erratically, hips thrusting even more towards his hand inside you as your back arched even more, body overwhelmed by the pleasure. "give me more, lando," you begged, lip quivering as you swallowed hard, stifling another sharp gasp that hissed through your teeth.
lando hummed contently, slowly inserting the final finger into your dripping cunt. you cried out as his fingers curled slowly, trying not to irritate or harm your insides. your hands clawed the bedsheets below you, your breathing erratic and lando's movements became slower and more controlled, curling to just the right spot to optimise your pleasure.
"f-fuck, feels so good," you breathed, nipples perked as your blood pumped hotly around your body. your thighs came to tremor uncontrollably as you slowly but hastily reached the climax you were craving. lando continued to thrust his fist in your cunt, causing you to scream out loud in pleasure.
"that's it, let them hear you," lando mumbled against your temple ever so deeply, hitting the perfect spot that made your whole body tense with overwhelming intensity. "let them know how good my fingers make you feel, baby."
thrusting one more time, the tightening coil inside your stomach snapped as your orgasm ripped through you. "let go for me, baby," he coaxed, as you arched your back, clawing tightly at the sheets below you, you cried out in pleasure, body tight as your walls fluttered around lando's hand, clenching around all 5 digits inside your cunt.
your juices coated his fingers fully, as you rode out your high, gasping for air as your pupils were blown out wide not only from your high, but from the amazement that lando was able to fist you with such ease. your cheeks burnt from the boiling blood now pumping steadily and normally around your body as lando removed his hand ever so slowly, trying not to agitate your body, or worse, harm your pussy.
"holy shit," you breathed, still in utter ecstasy and shock. "that felt so fucking good, lan," you added, chest now rising softly, as lando scooped you up into his arms, resting your head against his bare chest, whilst his back rested against the bedframe.
"yeah? well, you did amazing, beautiful," he mumbled into the top of your head, pressing a loving kiss into your dishevelled hair. looking up at lando with a loving smile, his lips curled into a knowing smirk, before he chuckled devilishly, "ready for round two? this time i'm gonna make you squirt all over the sheets." <3
an: hihi everyone!! sorry this isn't smut for tonight, i was just feeling the isack hadjar blues and decided to write some fluff for him <3 that being said, you can now request isack hadjar fics if you'd like!!
“isack hadjar is out of the australian grand prix!”
those words loomed over the racing bulls paddock as your wide, shocked eyes fixated on the screen in front of you, broadcasting isack’s crash as a replay. the vision of the vcarb hitting the wall after spinning due to the wet conditions on track haunting you as a pit formed in your stomach, tight knots of uncertainty of his safety following.
your heart shattered. isack’s mechanics groaned out of sympathy, heads in their hands at the horror that your boyfriend had suffered on his debut in formula one's formation lap. he'd been so strong all weekend, really proving himself and pushing himself to his limits to qualify just out of the points zone, keeping himself optimistic and level headed all weekend.
as you watched him jump out of the wreck, hand covering his eyes when he lifted his visor, you felt powerless. how you yearned to hold him in his arms, ever so tightly, just to try and console him after his terrible blunder. you knew how much today meant to isack, the golden chance he had to make a mark in the chaotic world of formula one, maybe even shine above the other 5 debuting rookies on this rainy sunday in melbourne, just to have it taken away by something out of his control.
the aftermath of the crash hung heavy over the paddock, some of the mechanics muttering about how isack’s crash must've “really took a knock out of his confidence” as you watched isack embrace anthony hamilton on his way to the media den. you couldn't help but smile at the sight, not only did he get the selfie he'd always dreamed of getting with the sir lewis hamilton, but now he was being consoled by the man's father.
his head hung low, probably out of embarrassment and upset as his sombre interview became background noise as you placed your headset back on its stand, making your way over to his driver room for after his interviews. you inhaled a shaky breath, clutching your bag slightly tighter on your shoulder as your eyes slightly welled up with tears.
a lump of sadness formed in your throat, the sight of your disheartened boyfriend burnt into your mind as the moment haunted your every step. what if the accident was worse? what if he'd gotten injured before he was even able to prove himself in the car? what if his career had ended in those moments before he'd even fully begun? the ‘what ifs’ plagued your mind, as you carried on down the path.
the muffled voices of isack and his engineer could be heard as you finally made it to his driver's room. gulping back your growing sorrows, a slightly shaky fist came to knock onto the door, with an abrupt silence following.
“who's there?” his engineer called out from the closed door.
you quickly introduced yourself, hoping that you'd be able to see your partner, hoping to hold him in your arms and shower him in much needed kisses. to your relief, a mumbled “let her in,” came from isack, and the door opened.
your eyes lit up as his engineer let you have this moment with him, closing the door on both of you.
“hey honey,” your voice was soft, as gentle as it could be as you took a seat next to him on the edge of the bed. his head hung low, eyes not bothering to look at you as you wrapped an arm around his shoulder, your thumb brushing soothingly against his white fireproofs.
“i thought this was my moment, ma beauté,” a strangled sob escaped isack’s lips, his hand coming to cover his eyes as if he tried to hide his overwhelming sadness and humiliation away from you. “i've let everyone down," he continued as you sighed, sliding off of the bed, removing your arm from his shoulder to stand in front of him.
“oh, mon cher,” you whispered, hand coming to cup his stinging cheek, “look at me. please.”
isack’s head turned upwards, meeting your soft eyes with his own sorrowful expression. “it's okay,” you spoke with a loving smile, “just let me kiss you,” you hummed, lips moving to pepper his face in light kisses.
isack smiled slightly, cheeks turning slightly pink at the unexpected affection from you. his hands found your hips, grabbing them gently as you continued to kiss him all over, giggling sweetly as you felt his heart flutter and his mood change slightly.
“what's this for, hm?” he asked, moving his face away slightly, tilting his head upwards to meet your eyes. “i didn't think you would've wanted to kiss a failure.”
“isack.” your voice became sterner for a second, “you're not a failure at all. this is merely just a little slip up. there's plenty more chances to show everyone just how amazing you are,” you mumbled, arms wrapping around him in a warm, loving embrace.
he chuckled slightly, arms wrapping around you as your bodies fitted beautifully perfectly together. he then sighed, “but what if i don't get any more chances? what if i’m more unlucky. what then?”
“isack, amour, you're overthinking,” you mumbled into his ear with a saddened sigh, pressing a soft kiss on his temple in response.
“i suppose i might be,” he responded, letting you nuzzle into his neck for a moment before you let go from his embrace.
“i almost forgot,” you chuckled, rummaging into your bag before pulling out a tupperware box full of your signature freshly baked croissants. “i wanted to share these with you after the race,” you continued, presenting the box of his favourite baked goods in front of him, “but maybe you'd appreciate them now? it might turn that frown upside down.”
you chuckled softly as isack quickly took the tupperware from you eagerly. “these,” he spoke, eyes glimmering with happiness as he set them down on the bed to his side before standing up, “have just made my whole weekend.”
he added, hands coming to cup your cheeks ever so tenderly, love shining in his eyes as he flashed his signature cheesy smiles. “thank you. for everything, ma chérie,” isack mumbled, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.
“you're welcome, isack,” you giggled lovingly, nose grazing his own, “anything for you.” <3
an: college dirtbag!lando’s hands. that’s the nightly thought.
tw: big hands = choking, unhinged lando tbh
you always found your eyes glued to lando’s hands. it was if they were a hex, a siren’s call luring you in— just allowing the most dirtiest things to simmer in your daydreams.
it didn’t help that his hands made anything he touched minuscule. if anything, it made you feel even more vulnerable than you already were. but god did it do wonders to you, letting the most deranged thoughts form in your imagination.
the way his hands typically covered your hip completely whenever he held you close to his side, caused your head to spin. the way you’d feel tiny in his hands as you had sex, with him prying your thighs open like you were a small doll in his arms— to even when he cradled your cheek ever so sweetly, it was enough to make your heart pound and your breath to hitch, yearning for him to do more— to break you, even.
your eyes were wide as they fixed on lando’s hand wrapped around the cheap beer can he was drinking from. you gulped, rubbing your thighs together sheepishly as a rush of heat ran to your core— stirring awake with a low burning need— just at the thought of what lando’s hands could do to you.
god, you just wished his hand was wrapped around your throat, choking you as he’d stare down at you smugly, watching your eyes glaze over as he continued to thrust into you with his other fingers, stretching you out, and…..
“babe, you’re staring.” lando stated bluntly, breaking you out of your trance. glancing at you for a moment, before he took another swig of the beer bottle he was basically enveloping in his grasp.
your cheeks went pink with embarrassment, flushed as you averted your gaze from him bashfully. “i’m not,” you lied, mumbling as lando just shook his head in amusement, smug grin plastered on his face.
“sure you’re not.” lando muttered underneath his breath, taking another long sip from the beer can— maybe purposefully as he soon sensed your eyes glued to him again.
your mouth was agape slightly as you watched the muscles in his hands flex subconsciously around the can again. you couldn’t help but wonder how they’d feel wrapped around your neck— how small even one would make you seem underneath him.
lando sighed, placing the half-drank can to the side. “is there something wrong with my hands?” he quipped bluntly, shooting you a slightly knowing look, his brows furrowed.
“no!” you exclaimed, scratching the back of your neck shyly. “no, no! why would there be anything wrong with your hands?” you tried to laugh it off, your cheeks now burning crimson with embarrassment, but lando wasn’t having any of it.
“well, you seem to be staring a lot at them baby,” he said simply with a shrug. “seen— no, maybe thought about something you’d like them to do to you?”
you didn’t respond, instead gulping hesitantly. your heart pounded as you watched lando’s lips curl into a devilish smile, his two hands pressing down on both sides of your head as he pressed you onto your back on his bed.
“god, you’re tiny,” lando laughed mockingly, looking down at you as your breath hitched. “do you like being below me like this?” he asked as he brought a large hand up to your cheek, the size covering the whole side of your face with ease, “basically being swallowed up whole by me?”
you nodded, doey eyes looking up at lando, chest heaving as cold rushes of heat crawled down your spine, stirring inside of your core even more.
“words, baby,” lando murmured, his calloused thumb rubbing across your scorching apple of your cheek soothingly. “let me know what you want,” he whispered, “be a good girl for me.”
“need you to wrap your hand around my neck,” you spoke breathlessly. “i need you to choke me whilst you finger me, lando.”
lando hummed contently, a flash of excitement glimmering in his hooded eyes. his hand left your cheek as two fingers tapped on your lips gently yet demanding, “open up, baby.”
your mouth opened upon his command, welcoming his two large digits in your mouth. your perfectly glossy lips wrapped around them upon instinct, head beginning to bob up and down on them as you took them in your mouth.
drool dripped down your chin as lando pressed them deeper into your mouth, causing you to gag slightly. your eyes watered with pleasure, cheeks hollowed as you whimpered, vibrations felt on his slick fingers.
“aren’t you a messy little thing?” lando laughed cruelly, his two fingers deep in your throat as your head rested against the pillow below you, hair flowing freely. “such a drooling little slut gagging on my fingers like it’s my cock,” he mumbled, watching as you sucked on his digits like it was his cock.
you moaned as he berated you, head bobbing up and down even more on his fingers as he pushed them deeper inside of your throat, causing you to gag. your groans vibrated against the digits as they became coated in your saliva whilst your tongue swirled over them.
“such a good little slut,” lando purred with a sickeningly smug smile. “taking my fingers so well,” he mumbled, before pulling them out of your mouth. as he soon pushed your wet panties to the side of your slick pussy, the thick line of saliva broke, before he shoved the two spit-covered digits deep into your folds.
“lando,” you whined as his fingers curled in your cunt just to the place that made you see stars. “lando— fuck,” you breathed, fingers curling into the bedsheets below you.
lando laughed darkly, looking down at you with hooded eyes as his other hand wrapped around your neck, nearly engulfing it with his size. “is this what you wanted, huh, baby?” he questioned with a sultry smirk, “to have one hand wrapped around your throat whilst i finger fuck you?”
all you did was moan in response as lando squeezed your neck teasingly— just to shock you a little in the moment, causing your eyes to roll back as he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of you. “aw, can’t even answer. how cute,” he spoke, spitting into your open mouth cruelly.
you swallowed the spit, groaning a little. “lando— please,” you croaked, tears brimming in your eyes as you tightened around lando’s relentless fingers inside of you, “gonna come— feels so good,” you whined pathetically again, your grip on the bedsheets below you tightening with the intensity of your incoming orgasm.
lando laughed as he saw your muscles twitch, squirming before your mouth pried open, uncontrollable moans spilling out it. “yeah, you’re going to come, baby?” he asked, his grip so tight on your throat that it was able to leave an imprint on your skin without cutting off your air supply.
you whimpered, nodding, before your thighs trembled with the overwhelming pleasure. your cunt throbbed as lando’s thumb found your clit, rubbing the hypersensitive bundle of nerves in agonisingly slow circles, causing you to whimper in pleasure and annoyance.
back arching off of the bed, your head went limp on the pillow below you, eyes rolling back as you finally let go to the pleasure taking over your body. moans and breathless gasps ripped through your throat as your lower belly was on fire, your imminent release like knots in your core.
lando felt your folds clench around his fingers as he continued to push them deeper into you, causing your whole body to ache with need. “lando— please. i need to come,” you moaned loudly, clawing at the bedsheets below you.
“yeah? well, come for my baby. let me know how i make you feel,” lando mumbled into your ear as his fingers curled once more into your cunt, before making you lose control.
your orgasm crashed over you like a wave. muscles flexing as your folds clenched tightly on lando’s thick digits prying your hole open, coating them in your slick as a trail of moans escaped your lips. you squirmed a little, crashing down from your high as you whined, hair dishevelled as you looked up at lando above you.
“fuck— that felt so good,” you breathed heavily as you beamed up at him, “could go again because of how good it was.”
“oh yeah?” lando hummed devilishly. he then shoved his fingers coated in your slick back into your mouth, “lick it all up baby, because i am definitely not done with you yet. i’m gonna make sure that neck of yours has my hand imprinted into the skin for days.” <3
