senza peso e cadere sul tuo corpo
enjoying your high with daniel ricciardo... in more ways than one
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note: dream blunt rotation is me and danny ricc but i’m the blunt x
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“i don’t think it’s working, danny,” you pout at him.
wait, what did you just say? you frown to yourself, trying to remember.
this feels like a dream. are you dreaming?
or is this a memory? you don’t really feel in control right now. it’s like your brain is working in overtime to remind you of the words that have literally just come out of your mouth.
“nevermind,” you giggle as you finally realise how high you are.
daniel’s smiling at you, absolute fondness in his reddened eyes, and can’t help cracking up when you don’t stop, completely unable to control yourself. his laughter spurs you on even more, and the two of you spend a good minute falling about at nothing.
or has it actually been fifteen minutes? time is warping around you, stretching and squeezing as it pleases. you feel like you’re remembering a dream, until you’re not, and you’ve actually been staring at your lap for a whole minute. you blink slowly; your eyelids feel like they’ve been weighted down. then you finally look around, recognising where you are.
the room is full of smoke— you’ve hotboxed your living room. daniel’s bong has been discarded on your coffee table, buds in the bowl burnt through. the two of you are lying on either end of the couch, legs stretching out to the middle. you feel like you’re floating, like you’re laid on a cloud, rising up and down and spinning in circles. you think you might remember getting to this point, but it all feels like it happened so long ago.
“come here, sugar.”
you blink owlishly at daniel. his hand is out, two fingers curling inwards, beckoning you.
it takes a minute for you to realise what he wants, in your altered mind state, and another to crawl over to him. your lips are parted, imagining the taste of those same fingers in your mouth. daniel’s hand comes up to your arse as you settle your head on his shoulder, intertwining your legs together.
“good girl.”
even though your brain doesn’t register his words— it’s like he’s a million miles away—, your body reacts automatically to his praise and your thighs squeeze together. he notices, of course he does, and his other hand lands on your leg, flexing his fingers on the fat of your thigh.
“mm, this was a good idea.”
he hums at you, staring up at the ceiling, seeing shapes and colours you can’t. your hand is running through his curls, scratching gently at his scalp. how long have you been doing this for?
he kisses your cheek quickly, nose pressing against your temple, then lets his head drop back down to where it was resting earlier. you’re content to space out again, letting your mind wander off to other worlds as you watch daniel’s bare chest rise and fall. he’s only wearing a pair of shorts, having forgone a shirt the entire afternoon. he’d said it was because it was comfier for at home, but you’re not complaining; any day daniel decides to show off his abs is a good day, as far as you’re concerned.
you’re brought back down to earth when you notice daniel’s mouth moving. he’s saying words, but you need to focus your mind to hear what they are. you blink hard, and frown, trying to force yourself to pay attention.
“-never thought i’d say it, but lando was right. gave us the good stuff, didn’t he, doll? i’ll have to say thanks at-”
you don’t catch the end of his sentence, your mind drifting off again before you even realise. daniel laughs, noticing your inattention.
“i think that’s answer enough,” his hand cups your cheek and his thumb rubs against your cheekbone as he answers his own question. you melt into his touch, the soft touch of his palm grounding you in this moment.
“were you saying something?” you peer up at him through your lashes.
he meets your gentle gaze and shakes his head, knowing you’ll both forget this conversation in a matter of minutes anyway. he’s seeing stars; the dimmed lights reflecting in your wide eyes.
“baby,” you place a hand on his chest to get his attention, “i’m thirsty…”
you’ve just noticed your cottonmouth, so you point in the direction of the kitchen. his half-lidded eyes slowly trail down your arm, then your hand, then your finger. he takes a minute to piece together your words and your action, and makes a small, “ah,” of recognition.
his hand pushes down on your thigh to get up. you’ve already forgotten what you’d asked for, and oh— his hand is so warm, and so big, and you’d want it wrapped around your neck. you don’t manage to process these thoughts quick enough to tell him before he leaves though, so you’re left waiting patiently on the couch.
it feels like daniel takes a whole hour to come back, but realistically, you know it’s only been a couple of minutes. he sits back down, closer than before, and passes you a water bottle, the cap already taken off. you drink greedily, but it’s not enough to satiate you; your mouth is dried out again by the time you place the bottle on the coffee table.
you feel daniel’s arm come up behind you, draping onto your shoulders. his gaze flicks down to your chest, then back up at you just as quickly, as he leans in to tell you something. as he talks, his other hand slowly makes its way up your arm, his fingers trailing along your hand, your wrist, your bicep, raising goosebumps in their wake. it comes to rest on one of your tits.
you’re trying to pay attention to what he’s saying, but that's really hard to do when his thumb starts drawing circles on your nipple. although he seems nonplussed, one look at daniel reveals his full attention is very obviously on your tits. he’s watching intently as your nipple stiffens under his touch, and his words trail off as he gets in his own head, fantasising about putting his mouth on you.
your own eyes are trained on the outline of his cock, appearing more and more prominent by the second.
“whatcha lookin’ at, honey?”
he finally looks you in the eye as he takes his hand off of you and slides it down his stomach, down his crotch, to grab his cock through his pants. then, he squeezes hard, letting his eyes flutter shut at the feeling.
holy fucking shit, he’s trying to kill you.
you let out a little whimper and his eyes fly open, like he’d forgotten you were here. he takes in how flustered you’re becoming, smiling smugly as you shift your hips, trying to relieve the sudden ache between your thighs.
you decide to move yourself onto the floor so you’re face-to-crotch, a front-row view as he continues to grope himself. his eyes are still on you, watching your reactions; the way you lick your lips as he palms himself, like you wish you could take over, the way your eyes flick up to his after he lets out a soft groan.
suddenly, in one movement, daniel’s other hand entangles itself in your hair and pushes you down, your nose smushing onto his hard cock.
“wanna feel you, danny,” you whine into him, breathing his scent in.
fuck, you’re so perfect, he thinks, sitting here so pretty, nose buried in his fucking dick.
“‘m gonna give you what you want, baby.”
his thumb hooks into the waistband of his shorts, pulling them down only slightly. your head rests on the innermost part of his inner thigh. you’re fixated, swallowing the drool that appears when you’re able to see the top of his happy trail. he’s too slow, though.
you reach up to hasten the process, but he raises his hips faster than you can catch on. even under the influence, his reaction times are much quicker than yours will ever be.
“patience, doll. you gonna be good for me?”
right now, daniel is everything. he’s all you can focus on, all you can see, all you care about. you want to please him; you’re desperate to.
you nod frantically.
he doesn’t say anything for a little while, eyes glassy, then, frowns as he focusses on you.
“c’mere, sugar,” he says again, “open.”
his fingers tap at your lips and you do as he says, letting your tongue roll out as your mouth opens wide.
he lowers his hips back down, adjusting so that your mouth is on him. you don’t need any further encouragement after he settles, mouthing at him eagerly through his shorts. the grey fabric is turning darker with your saliva, and your jaw is getting wet, but you don’t care. you continue making out with his dick, sloppy and eager as he watches on, insanely turned on.
“you wanna taste, baby?”
you don’t wait for him to change his mind, pulling his shorts off immediately, taking his underwear with them. his cock almost hits you in the face as he’s freed, and you almost let it. the smell of him hits you in full, no longer obstructed from you by layers of stupid fabric.
you don’t hesitate; the need to taste him completely overwhelming you. he lets out a low moan as you take all of him in your mouth, his tip sliding down the back of your throat.
“so good, doll, fuck…”
his hand, still in your hair, pushes your head up and down, setting a rhythm, and you give him full control, letting your jaw go slack and breathing through your nose when you’re able to. the pace he decides on is brutal, and tears drop down from your eyes as your throat is thoroughly abused.
“you look so pretty, honey, so good. my good girl, aren’t you? god, i’m so lucky. luckiest man alive. everyone else should be jealous of a— fuck— good girl like you.”
he’s blabbering, saying whatever praises come into his head. the weed means he has even less control over his thoughts than normal. you keep bobbing your head as he rambles on, his adulation only encouraging you.
when he notices your eyes glaze over, mind wandering again, daniel pushes in extra deep to startle you back to the here and now. you blink away the tears and mind fog as you choke on his cock, your nose squashed against his curly pubes. somewhere in the back of your mind, you can feel your pussy clenching around nothing, begging for something; you’re so turned on right now.
finally, the pressure of his hand on the back of your head lessens, and he lets you come up to gasp in air. your hand wraps around his cock as you catch your breath, continuing at the same speed he’d set. it’s easy to slide your hand up and down— he’s entirely covered in your spit.
it’s after a particularly choked moan leaves him that he replaces your hand with his own and gestures for you to take your top off, jacking himself off slowly as he watches you oblige. you throw it onto the other end of the couch, leaving you completely naked save for your underwear.
forgoing words, daniel pulls you up and grabs at your hips, intending to bring you up to his mouth. as much as you would like to ride his face and have that beautiful nose under you, you shake your head instead, desperate as all hell to feel him in you.
“need you,“ you manage to get out, scrambling to sit up against his thighs.
his dark eyes search yours, like he’s trying to determine how much you want it and if it’s worth making you wait while he eats you out. eventually, he concedes, the promise of your dripping cunt being too sweet to pass up, and taps at your arse to lift yourself up.
he pushes your panties to the side and pushes a finger, then two, then three into you.
“daniel…”
your head drops onto his shoulder, completely drained of all energy as he finger-fucks you slowly, stretching you out to prepare for his cock.
“feels good?”
he kisses the side of your head again, and your heart— and pussy— throbs at his display of affection in the midst of such a venereal moment. you nod in lieu of an actual reply, knowing if you were to open your mouth, he would hear only moans. his fingers are so thick, and it feels like you’re being split open from the inside. he crooks them now, and you can’t help the whimper that escapes from you.
his free hand pulls your face to his. the kiss is messy, all teeth and tongue. neither of you have complete control over your bodies; not when your limbs feel so weightless and your brains seem happy doing their own thing. you grind down on his fingers when he takes your lip between his teeth, and he hums approval into your mouth. he pulls away, and you frown at him, though it’s quickly wiped from your face as he starts thumbing at your clit, making you gasp.
his long fingers may be making your vision white out, but you still crave more, so you pull yourself up and tilt your hips forward so you’re hovering just over his leaking tip, thighs straining already with the effort of keeping yourself up.
he catches on quick, and moves his hand to sit at the base of his dick, keeping himself in line with your dripping wet pussy.
your thoughts start drifting again, but daniel, stoned out of his mind and impatient, takes control by pushing you down and driving his hips up to meet you, spearing you on his cock in one swift motion.
“oh, fuck!”
it hurts like hell, but it feels so good. it feels like he’s deeper than he’s ever been before, and he’s so big inside you, and you’re so warm. the places where you’re touching him — your thighs, your hands, your pussy— are buzzing, like there’s electric currents running under your skin. he looks like he’s in heaven, the weed no doubt intensifying how tight you feel as well.
you place a hand on daniel’s chest to steady yourself and pant, catching your breath, getting used to the utter fullness you’re feeling. you can vaguely feel his hips canting up desperately under you.
“fuck— come on, sugar. use me. i’m yours.”
his words bring you back and you remember you can move your limbs. slowly, you rise up, until you’re almost completely pulled off his cock, then roll your hips back down.
your moans are so pretty. they sound like music.
daniel brings his still-wet fingers to his mouth and licks them clean of you as he watches you ride him, eyes half-lidded and hungry. you clench around him when he swirls his tongue slowly around his index, making a show of it, and your breath catches in your throat as you follow a droplet roll over the veins on the back of his hand.
suddenly, you feel a palm on each of your tits, kneading and squeezing as he pleases. it borders on painful, but a muffled kind of pain, like it’s only hurting a version of yourself several universes away. you bounce on daniel, watching his face— his pretty eyes as they struggle to remain open with every stroke, and his lips as they form a perfect ‘o’.
even with the weed dulling your discomfort, you can still feel your thighs growing tired as you ride him, trembling fiercely as you labour to lift yourself up. daniel laughs, not cruelly, when he realises your predicament.
“need my help, doll? can’t do it on your own, can you? always needing big, strong danny to help you, hm?”
he pushes himself up and flips you so he’s on top, pressing even deeper into you. if she isn’t already, your cervix will certainly be bruised by tomorrow morning.
one of his hands hikes your leg up, holding it above his hip. the other, sinking into the couch, supports his weight as he fucks you.
“you-“ you gasp as he thrusts— you can feel him in your fucking throat, “you feel so big, so good, danny.”
daniel doesn’t respond verbally; just doubles down and continues driving his hips into yours, the sound of skin on skin makes you subconsciously clench around him again. he throws his head back when you do, groaning at the feel.
you see his gaze lower to where your bodies are connected, watching himself slip in and out of you, filling you up so good. he bites down on his lip as he pulls out almost all the way, admiring how much of him you’re able to take, then rams himself back in, delighting in the noises he draws out of you.
everything is sticky. and wet. fluids— both of yours combined— gush out of you every time he draws his hips back, and beads of sweat on his face are dripping onto yours. he opens his mouth, motioning you to copy him. it's not hard to do so; your mouth falls open naturally as he pumps into you, pushing perfectly against your g-spot. he smiles at your obedience before pursing his lips, and spitting into your mouth.
you let yourself enjoy his taste, running your tongue over your teeth as his spit mixes with yours, then swallow, showing him your empty mouth afterwards. his hips falter at that, and he has to squeeze his eyes shut to continue plowing into you at the same pace.
despite his efforts to not get distracted, you feel him start to struggle to keep the rhythm he’s set, grunting into your ear with each thrust. that familiar feeling is rising in you as well, edging closer and closer to the brink.
“dan, gonna come-!“
his desperate eyes meet yours, and he nods furiously.
“i know, sugar— fuck— i know.”
your nails dig into his back, surely leaving harsh red lines that will mark his skin for days. he drops your leg and slides his hand between your bodies, finding your clit with practiced ease. his fingers are rough; you shudder as he plays with you, looking after you in exactly the way you need to bring you to your peak.
a soft litany of sounds and curses leave your mouth as you come, squeezing down like you want every drop from him. he continues rubbing at your clit, working you through it, murmuring your praises as he does so. daniel manages only a few more thrusts before his cock pulses in you and hot come floods your insides, groaning lowly in your ear before his arm gives out and he collapses on top of you.
you hear his breathing even out as he lies there, ear pressed to your thumping heartbeat. you glance down at him as he rests; his curls are damp and his skin is shiny with sweat.
he’s so pretty.
after a little while, his eyes open and he pulls out, making you whine at the sudden emptiness. daniel slides down to the ground, onto his knees, and his thumb spreads your pussy open so he can watch his come leak out of you and onto your soft thighs. he scoops some of it up, and stuffs his fingers back in you, ignoring how you squirm at the overstimulation.
“nice and full for me,” he mutters, more to himself than anyone else.
he presses a gentle kiss to your inner thigh, his stubble scratching against you, then gets up and flops down onto the couch next to you, closing his eyes again.
“‘can clean up tomorrow,” he’s slurring, justly exhausted from your activities. “sleep now, sugar.”
his arm lifts up, dangling in the air, and you crawl into his embrace. his hand fumbles around the backrest until he finds a blanket, then pulls it over the two of you. your naked bodies are still electric to the touch, and the room hasn’t stopped swirling just because you had a good fuck. his breath smells like weed. yours does too. he takes your hand in his, interlinking your fingers.
it’s your turn to listen to his heart beat. it pounds hard, like it’s threatening to break out of his chest. you can feel his come dripping out of you, and the rational, sober part of your brain, only now allowed to speak, is already dreading having to clean the couch tomorrow.
“love you, danny.”
he mumbles a tired, “mm. love y’too,” in response.
you drift off as daniel’s hand runs through your hair. it’s not long after you that his breaths become snores, and he joins you in slipping from one dream state into the next.