yk im usually more of a top!charles girlie but bottom!charles has enter my brain like a worm after the chastity belt and college!carlos oh my god 😭 not even an au!charles. just imagining charles and his not great coping mechanisms for bad race results being orgasm denial? chastity belt on, his onboard in the background, vibrator in his ass, you riding a dildo in front of him while you demean him, pointing out every mistake. not letting him cum until the next race weekend where he has good results, maybe a podium. so you ride him until he cums and even past that, until he’s crying from overstimulation this time. dear god nurse she’s awake (she being my demons)
I JUST GOT OUT OF A SHOWER AND I SAW THIS GIRL
that poor baby right now is suffering after his disqualification and THIS is what we doin now huh? (im not complaining)
"please, please chérie" charles whines, his lips parting as he throws his head back. he stares at you through the slits of his narrow eyes, a pitiable expression on his face.
but he knows. he knows you're not going to let him cum, that he signed up for this. god, slap his face and spit on him, watching him squirm and thrash his legs around as his hips thrust upwards absentmindedly. he's whispering pleas, his mind so far gone that this is his sole motivation in the next race. being able to have your pretty pussy wrapped around his cock, your tits bouncing against his face.
overstimulating him would be so wild, pushing him into a teary, dumb mess as he's softly shaking his head saying no more but a part of him knows that if you stop, he'll lose his mind more than he already has. i need him to crawl over to you, maybe even the chastity belt on him immediately after and shove his face onto your cunt, telling him to lick you pretty cunny until you're satisfied and his face is all red, he's sniffling but his tongue still twirls your clit around, suckling on your nub as he's staring at you for validation, to hear you praise him for today's race. his tongue moving in and out of your wet cunt, mouth hung open as his eyes blink back the remnants of his tears, maybe he even has his arms tied behind his back so when you wrap your thighs around his head, he can't push back and has to kneel there for however long you please.
what in god's name did i just fucking write...












