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cat on a lake (op81)
pairing: oscar piastri x girlfriend!reader
summary: attempting to impress oscar on a date, you assume that the aussie had never ice skated before - but oh how the turn tables turn...
warnings: tooth rotting fluff
wc: 1009
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as you eagerly stumbled towards the open air ice rink, earmuffs and beanie perched carefully on your head, oscar couldn’t help but look nervously at the ice. yes, he had occasionally visited some of england’s indoor and outdoor ice rinks, but the fear of injuries during his karting days had quickly put a stop to any attempts to even step on the ice.
call his manager overly cautious, but there was no way they were risking any of the time and investment of himself and his parents, just for it to come down to a dangerous quick slip on the ice.
after confessing he had never stepped foot on the icy surface, you practically demanded that the two of you would go to a rink for a taste of the perfect winter. and as the final race finally rolled around, and oscar was left to enjoy his well deserved holidays from mclaren, you snagged two tickets to the rink and excitedly drove there the whole way. although, oscar may have preferred you not to have belted the entire tunes of frozen just to “get him in the icy spirit”
“osc! don’t be so scared, i’ll be here the whole time,” you grinned, checking and tightening your skate laces once more, before joining the equally eager queue of young children, couples and families waiting to step out onto the rink.
rolling his eyes cheekily, oscar let you drag him at the gate before gripping tightly onto his arm and the barrier like a vice. as you almost tumbled straight into the crowd, he grinned, “careful there babe, you can’t abandon me now,” as he stepped beside you.
gripping the wall, you slowly edged your way around the rink. oscar’s right behind you, although you don’t dare look back from the fear of crashing into someone or something. you’re flinching when speed skaters pass you and……and oh my god? is that oscar?
“osc?” you mutter confusedly, watching your boyfriend immediately push off into the middle of the rink, before doing a half turn??? since when did he suddenly become yuzuru hanyu…except australian? and not actually an ice skater?
at your incredulous and ridiculously jaw dropped face, oscar grins, gliding effortlessly towards you, movements fluid and graceful like a swan, "what, you didn't know i had a secret talent? imaging the british winters really helps," he teases, striking another pose in front of you, making you squawk in surprise.
"okay, okay, enough showing off piastri," you shout, laughing at his antics, "with this new talent please focus on getting your very terribly trained girlfriend through this without face-planting." oscar winks at you as he reaches out to take your hand, helping steady you as you both make your way (slowly) around the rink.
"you're really good at this. do i need mark to sign you up for the national team?” you tease, slowly pushing more confidently, although not without the occasional arm flapping and pounding heart.
rolling his eyes at your quip, he snarks “pretty sure the australian team is defunct babe, we’re not exactly known for a white christmas.” laughing and feeling more at ease now that he's holding your hand, you grin playfully "well, maybe you could revive it then?"
pouting, oscar begins to slowly pull you away from the barrier, much to your chagrin. you attempt to yelp out at him to stop taking everything so quickly, and let you slow down, before teasing back, that “being fast” was in fact his job. smiling at his sass, you laugh and shake your head, “alright alright, mr. speed demon, let's just get through this without too many bruises, okay?"
as you continued circling the rink, oscar's grip on your hand remained reassuringly firm, guiding you along, dodging unruly children who unfortunately had no sense of personal space nor spatial awareness and unruly adults who also unfortunately had no sense of personal space nor spatial awareness. however, every so often, he shoots you encouraging glances over his shoulder, his rich brown eyes sparkling with amusement and affection.
"i swear, if you trip again, i'm carrying you the rest of the way," he jokes, his voice low and teasing. you had somehow managed to clip your own blade as you attempted to avoid crashing into another skater, but the sound of his laughter sends a warm flutter through your chest. you both manage a few more laps, gradually growing more comfortable on the slippery surface, but still gripping his hands tightly.
eventually, you begin to glide smoothly across the rink, the rhythmic clicks of your blades filling the crisp winter air, "you're doing great!" oscars exclaims, giving your hand a gentle squeeze as you complete a lap without him or stumbling, "i knew you'd pick it up in no time." you flash him a grateful smile, the cold forgotten in the comfort of his words and touch.
suddenly, the familiar tune of "all i want for christmas is you" fills the rink, you can't help but enthusiastically lip sync to mariah’s passionate intro, a wide grin spreading across your face. as the bells ring out, oscar’s eyes twinkle with mirth as he leads you into a dance on the ice, "come on babe, let's show these skaters how it's done!" he grins, pulling you close.
your bodies nearly touch as you twirl around the rink. the cold air seems to vanish, replaced by the warmth of his proximity and the magic of the christmas season (as corny as it may seem), "it's about time we got to this holiday classic," he teases, his voice smooth in your ear. "although, i think the real question is... what else do you want for christmas, babe?"
"mmm, well, aside from you not being such a show-off on the ic-.....mmpff,”
oscar cuts you off with a swift, tender kiss, his lips pressing softly against yours as the music swirls around you. when he finally breaks the kiss, leaving you breathless and smiling, he murmurs against your lips, "that's one thing i can definitely deliver on."
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dearest darling flan would you ever consider writing for lewis 😔 i do not see nearly enough fics to justify js how attractive he is and it pains me
dont go insane (lh44)
pairing: lewis hamilton x driver!reader, platonic grid x reader
summary: when george invites some of the drivers over for a drunken presentation night, what better topic to present than your speciality? lewis' di-...outfits
warnings: suggestive mentions
wc: 1243
a/n: your wish is my command 😉 may have deviated a little bit, but dont worry i have many more fics lined up for this very attractive man
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“ok ok everybody, thank you for joining us for the very first annual driver’s presentation night, hosted by yours truly, george russell. a connoisseur of powerpoint presentations, if i do say so myself,” george grinned.
the driver’s spare meeting room, which had been earlier crammed with spinning wheelie chairs and long white desks, had been replaced with the comfort of some old beanbags and blankets, as you, max, george, lando, oscar, charles, and alex settled in for a very long evening. as the last words left george's lips, a round of uncoordinated cheers erupted from the drunken audience. max let out an especially loud whoop before nearly faceplanting into a beanbag.
"you're all welcome," he said with exaggerated politeness. "now then, without further ado, let's dive right into our first presentation of the evening!"
he gestured grandly towards you, nearly losing his balance in the process. "everyone, please welcome the one the only, the illustrious and femioone-feminonnena…blimey…” he cackled, tossing you the screen remote, “oh you know who it is…y/n! welcome yourself up to the stage,”
"thank you, georgie poo. and hello everyone, i'm very very happy to be here tonight to present a special look back at the goat’s fashion choices. i would’ve rather regaled you with tales of his other…talents, but george made me promise to keep it pg, cause there are children here,” you giggled in front of all your friends, with a pointed look at lando and oscar, who seem to look mildly offended.
“obviously as the stunning wife of formula 1's golden boy himself," you continued, clicking onto the first slide, which showed you and lewis posed together for his recent dior collection, the boys hooting and hollering appreciatively, “i am the best and the only person able to give such a presentation, so make sure you’re listening,”
more applause and whistling followed as you clicked through to the first slide of lewis from the 2024 met gala, “of course, we gotta start off with a newfound lewis hamilton classic, the 2024 met gala. simple, classy, a great message and followed the theme, unlike so many others,” you rolled your eyes at the last bit, as the boys laughed.
“i can’t believe he disses my fashion sense, when his older met gala looks are questionable,” charles groans, swiping to show the group a photo pulled up on his phone. you sigh when you see lewis’ zig zag suit from 2019; definitely not camp enough for you or 2024 lewis.
“hey cut the man some slack,” alex laughs, seeing your pouting face, as you continue to click through the slides showcasing his various looks. the room continues to fill with laughter and playful jabs both at your commentary and the well-meaning yet snarky comments from the other drivers.
on the seventh slide, a photo of lewis in a see-through mesh top from the early 2021 season appeared on the screen, which definitely caught the drivers’ eyes. his chiseled features were highlighted with the bright backdrop, and the material of the shirt definitely emphasised his broad shoulders and toned physique. as well as the absolutely sinful tattoos criss-crossing his biceps, yummy…
"he looked absolutely dashing here, didn't he?" you purred, voice dripping with admiration. pausing the presentation, you let the image linger on the screen as you continued, "and trust me, he cleaned up even better in private that night..."
the room erupted in good-natured eye-rolls and chuckles at your suggestive remark. lando, never one to miss an opportunity, quipped, "well, we all knew lew was a total “stud”,"
oscar snorted, "yeah, until he decides to show up to the races in a black shirt and pants with hummingbirds on it," the others groaned in agreement, recalling lewis' infamous (amongst the drivers) outfit choice from several years prior. you laughed, unfazed by the teasing, "okay, okay, i get it. but this look right here? classic lewis - sophisticated, stylish, and undeniably sexy,” pointing once again to another showstopper lewis look.
you continued to advance the slideshow to the next image, another candid shot of you and lewis leaving a glamorous red-carpet event hand-in-hand. george leaned in to whisper something to alex, both of them grinning mischievously.
george, still smitten with his own awaiting powerpoint prowess, decided to inject some competitiveness into the situation. "alright, let's not forget why we're really here, shall we? fashion, schmashion - who still really wants to hear more about y/n's insightful analysis of lewis's wardrobe choices?"
the room erupted in laughter, as you shot george a stern look, "hey now, my presentation is far more interesting than your mediocre slide designs, george!"
undeterred, george retorted, "oh yeah?”
your face grew warm at the snide remark, but a spark of competitiveness ignited in your eyes. "oh, i think i can handle whatever you throw my way, george! don’t mess with the best," with a dramatic flourish, you clicked the remote to advance the slideshow featuring a collage of george's most...questionable outfits from past casual outings events. the drivers gasped in unison, their jaws dropping at the sight of george sporting everything from neon-colored blazers to patterned socks that clashed with his trousers. even the most tame of them were at least questionable to the discerning eye.
max let out a low whistle, while lando and oscar burst into uncontrollable laughter. with a sly grin, you continued, “i wouldn’t get ahead with the insult boys…george ain’t the only one who needs to pay for fashion crimes,”
"let's start with you, maxie," you sighed, pulling up one singular image on the presentation, the red bull racing suit, “unfortunately, your one fashion weakness is that you have no variety. did you know out of almost all the media pictures people get of you, it’s like a 1 in 500 to get one of you not in your suit, let alone anything fashionably interesting. you really need to convince pr to dress you in something else. how else am i supposed to critique you?" you humph.
max held up his hands in mock defense, laughing along with the others. "clearly, it was a stroke of genius."
as your merciless fashion critiques continued, the room descended into a fit of giggles and playful jabs. even george couldn't help but crack a smile, impressed by your preparations. lando shouted as you ripped his metaphorical fashion career away from him, "you know, if you're going to tear us apart like this, maybe we should just let you design our outfits from now on."
"oh, i think i've got enough on my plate with being mrs. hamilton already. besides, i have a feeling everyone might object to me dressing up the entire f1 grid in matching juicy couture tracksuits." the group erupted in laughter once more, and max raised his glass in a toast.
"to y/n, the only person in this room brave enough to call us out on our questionable fashion choices," max declared, his voice laced with humor and appreciation, "may her sharp tongue and keen eye for style forever keep us in check," the others echoed the toast, clinking their glasses together.
“but don’t worry i’ve saved an absolute treat for last,” you giggled, clicking towards the next slide, and the drivers, not for the first time tonight, were speechless.
there, plastered across the screen was a very…tasteful selection of lewis’ best pics. and the title: best clothes = no clothes.
being mrs hamilton was so much fun ;)
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erm...who the f*ck is that?
pairing: f1 grid x reader [headcanon]
ft. lewis hamilton, max verstappen, charles leclerc, carlos sainz, lando norris, oscar piastri, george russell, yuki tsunoda, pierre gasly
summary: well well well...it seems like there's an uninvited (or maybe not so uninivted) guest in your bed tonight
warnings: 18+, MDNI, NSFW -> smut ft. sex dolls, kinda exhibitonism/voyuerism
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you straddled the lifelike sex doll modeled after your boyfriend, your heart racing with excitement and arousal. the silicone skin felt so real beneath your fingers as you explored his muscular chest and abs. you ground your hips against the rigid shaft protruding from between his legs, already slick with lube.
"fuck, i can't believe i'm doing this," you moaned softly, positioning yourself over the thick cock. with a deep breath, you began to sink down, letting the doll stretch you open inch by delicious inch. your walls fluttered and clenched around him as you took him deeper.
"oh god yes, so big!" you cried out once he was fully sheathed inside you. you started to move, rolling your hips sensually at first before building up to a faster pace.
the sex doll's silicone body felt incredibly realistic as you rode it, every contour and muscle perfectly replicated from the real dick of him. its massive, girthy cock stretched you deliciously, filling you completely as you bounced on top of it.
"yes, fuck! your huge cock feels amazing!" you moaned shamelessly, throwing your head back in ecstasy. sweat glistened on your skin as you picked up speed, slamming your hips down to meet each thrust. the obscene wet sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room.
reaching down, you furiously rubbed your clit, pushing yourself closer to the edge. "fuck, i'm gonna cum!" you wailed, your pussy starting to spasm and quiver around the thick intrusion. just a little more…
lewis
as you frantically rode the sex doll, lost in pleasure, the sound of the door opening made you freeze mid-thrust. your eyes widened in shock as your boyfriend himself walked into the room, his handsome face registering surprise before darkening with lust as he took in the erotic sight before him.
"what do we have here then?" he drawled, stalking towards you with a predatory gleam in his brown eyes. "looks like my little minx has been having some fun without me."
he reached out to caress your face tenderly, contrasting with the intense hunger in his gaze as it raked over your naked, sweat-slicked body. "why don't you climb off there and come sit on daddy's lap instead, love? i think i need to show you what the real thing can do.”
“you’re not mad?” you whined, as he slipped his thumb between your lips, before dragging in against your cheek.
lewis chuckled lowly, his hand sliding from your cheek to tangle in your hair possessively. "mad? oh no, pet. far from it. seeing you so desperate for my cock, even in doll form, is bloody hot."
he tugged gently but firmly, guiding you off the sex doll and pulling you onto his lap. his strong arms encircled your waist as he settled you astride his muscular thighs, his impressive erection pressing insistently against your core.
"i'd much rather have the real thing wrapped around me though," lewis purred, leaning in to nip at your earlobe. "now be a good girl and put that sweet mouth of yours to work, yeah? show daddy how much you've missed him.”
max
you're startled out of your lewd reverie by a sudden pounding on the door. "open up!" a familiar voice demands, making your heart race. with a sinking feeling, you realize it's max. panic sets in as you scramble to cover yourself and the life-like sex doll replica of him you were pleasuring yourself with. the knock comes again, more insistent this time. "come on, i know you're in there! we need to talk."
your mind races with possibilities - should you try to sneak out the back window? make a run for it? but before you can decide, the door unlocks, revealing max standing in the entranceway, his piercing blue eyes locked onto the compromising scene before him.
your face flushes bright red as max takes in the sight of your post-orgasmic glow, the realistic sex doll poking out from beneath the haphazardly thrown blanket. his gaze narrows when he recognises the scarily familiar head, before turning into an intense look of shock, curiosity, and something else you can't quite decipher.
"well, well," he says, a hint of amusement coloring his tone. "looks like my little darling has been keeping secrets." he steps closer, his tall frame looming over you as he reaches out to gently stroke your neck.
"i have to admit…," max continues, his eyes never leaving yours. "i didn't peg you for the type to... indulge in such activities." his fingers trail lower, brushing against your inner thigh, sending shivers down your spine despite the embarrassment coursing through you. your breath hitches as max's touch sends sparks of electricity through your body, rendering you momentarily speechless. the rational part of your brain screams at you to push him away, to insist this was all just a misunderstanding. but another, deeper part of you craves his proximity, longs to feel his hands on your bare skin instead of the cold plastic of the doll.
slowly, almost involuntarily, you spread your legs further apart, giving max an unobstructed view of your arousal. the heat between your thighs is palpable, and you can't help but wonder if he notices the dampness dripping down your thigh.
max's gaze lingers on the intimate display, a slow smile spreading across his chiseled features. "it seems my little baby isn't so innocent after all," he murmurs, his voice low and husky.
emboldened by max's reaction, you reach out to trace the contours of his muscular chest, feeling the hard planes of his abs beneath his shirt. his eyes flash with desire as your fingertips dance along the edge of his collarbone.
"you're not so bad yourself," you manage to whisper, your voice trembling with a mix of nerves and excitement. max chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrates through your chest. "flattery will get you everywhere, schatje," he teases, his hand sliding up your inner thigh to cup your heated core through the thin fabric of your underwear.
charles
"well well, what do we have here?" a familiar monegasque accented voice called out. you froze mid-thrust, face flushing crimson as charles himself stood in the doorway, arms crossed and eyebrows raised quizzically at the compromising scene before him.
your heart raced as you slowly turned to face him, still impaled on his hyper-realistic doppelganger. the driver looked equally stunned and intrigued by the sight of you shamelessly pleasuring yourself with his likeness. "i... i can explain..." you stammered, mind reeling for an excuse. but words failed you as you remained stuck in an embarrassing position, the doll's phallus buried deep inside you.
a slow smirk spread across charles' handsome face as he sauntered closer, green eyes roaming appreciatively over your exposed body. "no need to explain, cherie. it seems you have quite the... appreciation for me. although i didn’t realize you had such...imaginative hobbies," charles groaned, his deep voice rough with desire.
he took a step closer, drinking in the sight of your naked, sweat-slicked body still impaled on the doll's thick cock. a throaty chuckle escaped your lips as you rolled your hips languidly, stirring the synthetic shaft inside your dripping cunt. "mmm, i have many hidden talents," you purred sultrily. "why don't you come join us and show me what the real thing can do?"
"i must say, seeing myself put to such good use is rather flattering.” his large hands gripped your hips possessively, thumbs kneading into the soft flesh. slowly, teasingly, he began to rock the doll (and by extension, you) back and forth, matching the rhythm to his thrusts. pleasure sparked through your core with each movement.
"mmm, you're so tight around it," charles groaned appreciatively. "i wonder how you'd feel wrapped around me instead..."
carlos
you're startled out of your lewd reverie as the door swings open, revealing none other than carlos standing in your entryway. his eyes widen in shock as he takes in the sight before him - you astride a life-like sex doll, your hips undulating in rhythm with the vibrations of the toy between your thighs. your cheeks flush crimson, and you scramble to cover yourself, but it's far too late for modesty. the damage is done, and there's no denying what you were up to mere seconds ago. carlos's gaze remains fixed on the spectacle, his jaw slackening as he processes this unexpected encounter.
"what...what are you doing?" he asks hesitantly, his voice laced with a mix of disbelief and curiosity.
your heart races as you meet carlos's gaze, a nervous smile tugging at your lips. "oh, um, just...um, experimenting with some new toys," you stammer, trying to downplay the situation. however, the seeping wetness of your panties betrays your arousal, and carlos's eyes flicker downward, taking note of your obvious excitement.
he steps closer, his presence commanding attention despite the awkwardness of the moment. "a sex doll, huh? i never took you for the type," he remarks, his tone tinged with amusement rather than judgment. there's an undercurrent of intrigue in his words, as if he's genuinely fascinated by this side of you. carlos reaches out, his fingers grazing the synthetic skin of the doll, sending a shiver through you. "mind if i join in?" he asks, his voice low and husky with suggestion.
you swallow hard, your pulse quickening at the prospect of having him participate in your private fantasy (albeit also involving him). the idea sends a thrill straight to your core, and you find yourself nodding almost involuntarily. "i...i'd like that," you manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper.
as carlos moves behind you, his hands gently guiding you to stand, you feel a rush of anticipation. he positions himself beside the doll, his eyes locked onto yours with a smoldering intensity. without a word, he begins to undress, revealing a chiseled physique honed by years of athletic training.
once naked, carlos climbs onto the bed, settling between your legs as you straddle the doll once more. he leans in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, "let's give this toy a real workout, shall we?”
lando
his eyes widened at the lewd sight before him. "well, well... looks like someone's got a new playmate," he quipped, his voice dripping with amusement and something else. he leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, watching intently as you continued to bounce on the doll's cock.
your cheeks flushed hot with embarrassment and excitement. "uh, lando! i was just... um…”
"testing out my new toy," you managed to stammer out, still moving your hips in slow, sensual circles. the doll's plastic flesh felt cold against your heated skin, but the vibrations of its motor sent jolts of pleasure through you.
lando chuckled low in his throat, his gaze never leaving your writhing form. "a toy, huh? looks more like a real man to me." he pushed off the wall and sauntered closer, his eyes roving over your body with an appreciative gleam.
you swallowed hard, feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation. this was so wrong, yet so incredibly tempting. "i, uh, i might need some help getting this thing warmed up," you suggested breathlessly, glancing up at lando through your lashes. he grinned, reaching out to trace a finger along your collarbone.
"mmm, i think i'd be happy to assist with that," lando purred, his hand sliding down to cup your breast through your shirt. his thumb brushed over your nipple, making it pebble beneath the fabric.
you gasped, arching into his touch as a surge of desire shot straight to your core. "then what are you waiting for?" you asked, voice husky with need. with a swift motion, lando yanked your shirt open, sending buttons flying everywhere. he tossed the ruined garment aside and palmed both breasts, thumbs teasing the sensitive buds. "fuck, these are perfect," he groaned, leaning down to capture one in his mouth.
as he suckled and nibbled, his other hand worked to unfasten your pants. you lifted your hips to aid him, desperate for relief from the throbbing ache between your thighs.
lando's fingers hooked into your panties and tugged them down, exposing your slick, swollen pussy to his hungry gaze. "christ, look at you," he breathed, dragging a finger through your wet folds. "so ready for me."
oscar
lost in the throes of pleasure, you failed to notice the bedroom door creak open. your heart skipped a beat as oscar stepped inside, his piercing eyes fixed on the lewd scene before him. he stood frozen for a moment, taking in the sight of you impaled on the doll, your legs wrapped around its waist as you grinded against it with abandon.
oscar's gaze then drifted down to the doll's face, which bore an uncanny resemblance to his own. his lips curled into a smirk, and he crossed his arms over his broad chest.
"well, well, well," oscar drawled, his deep voice dripping with amusement and a hint of arousal. "looks like i've caught you in quite the compromising position, haven't i?"
your cheeks flushed hot with embarrassment and excitement, unsure how to respond to his unexpected intrusion. you could feel your body reacting instinctively, the heat between your thighs intensifying as oscar's intense stare made you acutely aware of your nakedness.
slowly, oscar began to prowl closer, his athletic build moving with a predatory grace that sent shivers down your spine. "i must admit, i'm intrigued," he murmured, reaching out to trail a finger along the curve of your breast. "aren't you going to offer me a ride?”
you bit your lip, torn between the desire to maintain your dignity and the overwhelming urge to surrender to oscar's magnetic presence. as if sensing your inner conflict, he leaned in, his breath tickling your ear as he whispered, "don't worry, darling. i promise i won't judge... much." with a playful nudge, oscar gently pushed the sex doll aside, causing it to tumble onto the floor with a soft thud. he then slid onto the bed, positioning himself between your spread thighs. his calloused hands roamed your heated flesh, mapping every contour as if committing them to memory.
as oscar's fingers delved deeper, teasing your sensitive folds, you let out a whimper, your back arching off the mattress. "mmm, so responsive," he purred, his thumbs circling your clit in slow, deliberate strokes.
with a mischievous glint in his eye, oscar captured your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue plunging past your parted lips to tangle with yours. the taste of you seemed to ignite something primal within him, and he growled low in his throat, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your core.
breaking the kiss, oscar sat up, his muscular frame towering over you as he grasped your hips and pulled you flush against him. the hard length of his erection pressed insistently against your belly, making it clear just how affected he was by the intimate scene unfolding.
"you're absolutely gorgeous like this," oscar breathed, his gaze drinking in the sight of you, flushed and wanton, sprawled beneath him. "but i think it's time we switch things up, don't you?”
george
the door creaked open, revealing george standing in the threshold, his eyes widening in shock at the sight before him. there, on the living room couch, was you, caught in the act of passionately grinding against an uncannily lifelike sex doll replica. your short skirt had ridden up around your hips, exposing the lacy edges of your thong. the black fabric clung to your plump rear, highlighting every curve as you moved. your chest heaved with each thrust, straining against the buttons of your blouse.
george's mouth hung agape, his gaze fixated on the obscene display. he seemed frozen in place, unable to look away from the lewd spectacle unfolding before him.
"blimey... what the fuck?" george stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
as if sensing george's presence, you slowly turned your head to face him, your lips parting in a breathy moan. your glassy eyes were half-lidded with lust, pupils dilated as they locked onto george's stunned expression.
without breaking eye contact, you reached back to fumble with the fastenings of your blouse, popping free a few buttons to reveal more of your heaving cleavage. the soft flesh spilled out, adorned with a lacy white bra that did little to conceal your rosy nipples, now stiff with arousal.
"can't a girl get some privacy around here?" you purred, your voice husky with need.
george's jaw clenched, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. his eyes darted between your face and the sex doll beneath you, a mix of disbelief and dark fascination etched on his features.
"i... i didn't know you were home," he managed to choke out, his voice cracking slightly. he took a tentative step forward, as if drawn to the forbidden scene like a moth to flame.
the movement caused you to glance down, noticing the prominent bulge straining against george's racing heartbeat in his trousers. a wicked grin spread across your face as you met his gaze once more.
"oh, i think you're starting to get the idea," you whispered, trailing a hand down your stomach to toy with the waistband of your thong.
george's eyes followed the path of your fingers, his breath hitching as he watched you tease the damp fabric of your panties. the air grew thick with tension, heavy with the unspoken promise of debauchery. with a sudden burst of boldness, george closed the distance between you, his hands coming to rest on your hips. his touch sent shivers down your spine, igniting a fresh wave of desire within you.
"you're such a naughty girl, aren't you?" george murmured, his hot breath ghosting over your ear. "wasting this perfect body on a lifeless doll."
his words sparked a fire in your core, and you rocked your hips back into his touch, craving more of his attention. with deft fingers, you released your bra clasp, allowing the garment to fall away and expose your breasts to george's hungry gaze.
yuki
yuki walked into your house, tossing his emergency keys on the entryway table. he called out, "i'm here!" but was met with an eerie silence. frowning slightly, he made his way towards the living room, curious about the strange noises coming from that direction.
as he approached, the sounds grew louder - rhythmic creaking and soft, breathy moans. yuki pushed open the door, and what he saw made his jaw drop. there, sprawled out on the couch, was none other than you, his roomate. but it wasn't just you that caught his attention. beneath you, moving in sync with your hips, was an incredibly lifelike sex doll replica.
he stood frozen, eyes wide as saucers as he took in the lewd scene before him. you, lost in the throes of passion, continued to ride the sex doll replica without noticing yuki’s presence initially. the doll's silicone skin felt so real beneath your hands as you gripped its shoulders for leverage. each thrust sent waves of pleasure through your body, the doll's internal mechanisms providing delicious friction.
soft whimpers and gasps escaped your lips, growing louder as you chased your impending climax. the obscene wet sounds of your coupling filled the room, mixing with the creak of the couch under the intense pace you set. lost in your own world of ecstasy, you remained blissfully unaware that someone had witnessed your private moment of debauchery... until yuki cleared his throat loudly behind you.
startled by the sudden sound, you froze mid-thrust, a yelp of surprise escaping your lips. your heart raced as you slowly turned your head to look over your shoulder, still straddling the sex doll. when your eyes landed on yuki standing there, mouth agape, a deep blush spread across your cheeks.
"oh my god, yuki! i... i can explain..." you stammered, mortified yet oddly excited to be caught in such a compromising position. the cool air hitting your exposed lower half made you shiver.
despite the awkward situation, you couldn't help but feel a thrill run through you, knowing he was witnessing your wanton display. the doll's phallus remained buried inside you, keeping you deliciously full. his eyes roamed over your disheveled form, taking in every intimate detail - the flush of your skin, the glisten of sweat on your brow, the way your thighs trembled around the sex doll. yuki swallowed hard, trying to process the erotic sight before him.
"i, uh... wow," he managed to say, voice rough with surprise and poorly concealed arousal. "i didn't expect to come home to this." his gaze flicked back to your face, noting the mix of embarrassment and guilty excitement in your expression.
yuki took a step closer, drawn in despite himself. "so, um, care to tell me what exactly is going on here?" he gestured vaguely at the lewd tableau, curiosity and something darker simmering in his eyes. the tension between you crackled with unspoken possibilities.
your heart pounded in your chest as george approached, his intense gaze sending shivers down your spine. the heat of his body seemed to radiate against your bare skin. you licked your suddenly dry lips, mind racing for a coherent explanation even as your body thrummed with need.
"i…i just couldn't resist trying it out," you admitted, squirming slightly on top of the doll. the movement caused it to shift inside you, drawing a soft moan from your throat. "it feels so good, yuki. i got carried away..." your tongue darted out to wet your lips again as you looked up at him from beneath lowered lashes.
yuki’s pupils dilated as he watched your little show, drinking in every detail - the way your tongue flicked over your plump lips, the breathy quality of your voice, the subtle roll of your hips grinding against the doll. he could practically feel the heat radiating off your body.
"that's quite the discovery you have made," he murmured, voice low and husky. he took another step closer until he was looming over you, one hand braced on the back of the couch. his other hand reached out to brush a strand of hair from your face almost tenderly.
"if you wanted to tried something like this, all you had to do was ask me," he said with a grin, fingers trailing down the side of your neck. "i would've been more than happy to assist you... personally.”
pierre
your heart raced as you locked eyes with pierre, standing in the doorway with a mixture of shock and curiosity etched on his handsome face.
"p-please, don't tell anyone," you stammered, trying to cover yourself with a nearby blanket while desperately hoping he'd leave without making a scene. but the frenchman took a step closer, his piercing blue gaze fixed intently on the lewd display before him.
"i…” his touch ignited a fire within you, and you leaned into his hand, craving more of his warmth. pierre's fingers trailed down your neck, across your collarbone, and came to rest on the swell of your breast, teasing the fabric of your top.
"you're so beautiful like this," he whispered, his thumb brushing over your nipple through the thin material. "and the way you look at me, or almost me... it's intoxicating."
emboldened by his words and actions, you reached up to tug his shirt free from his pants, revealing the chiseled expanse of his chest. pierre's skin was warm to the touch, and you couldn't resist exploring every inch of him, mapping the contours of his muscles with eager hands.
as you kissed along his jawline, nipping and sucking at his earlobe, pierre's grip on your breast tightened.
"ah, fuck," he groaned, his cock twitching in his pants as your lips worked magic on his sensitive flesh. "you're playing with fire, darling."
with a swift motion, pierre shed his clothes, revealing his magnificent erection, thick and long, already leaking precum at the tip. you gazed up at him, mouth watering at the sight, and felt a surge of possessiveness wash over you.
mine, you thought, even as a part of you wondered if you could truly handle a man of his caliber.
but then pierre's hands were on you again, sliding under your skirt to cup your ass, squeezing the plump globes and pulling you flush against his hard body. his mouth claimed yours in a searing kiss, tongues dancing and tangling as he devoured your moans.
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you've pavloved me...hmph
pairing: f1 grid x gn!reader [headcanon]
ft. the whole 2024 grid
summary: you've been with your boyfriend for so long, that when he goes, you can't seem to cum...aka who's most likely to accidentally pavlov their partner into only coming when they're there
warnings: shitpost/crack, very suggestive content and some 18+, MDNI, NSFW -> smut
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not likely to pavlov them
lance
bro does not have the energy to fuck with you like that
in his mind
why bother
he just wants to have fun with you, and you can also have your own fun without him
then so be it
no need for any tricks
franco
has too much fun with you
thinks he's too good in bed, so why should he bother trying to manipulate what you think of him
and in his mind, it would also mean that you wouldn't genuinely think he would be good in bed
and so he can't have that
you must think he is the best
and of your own accord
pierre
thinks you should also be able to please yourself without him
besides, he likes the photos you send him when you're pleasuring yourself
so he would NEVER want to pavlov you
cause then he also has to deal with a grumpy you when you can't cum
and he doesn't get anything out of it
zhou
too much of a sweetheart to be that mean to you
like he hears you cry, moan or whine ONCE about not being able to cum without him
and then he's like "im sorry baby"
and then there's happy and fluffy makeup sex
esteban
also another sweetheart
but only cause he hears you complain in very very vulgar words what you would do to him (aka fuck him up) if he didn't let you cum without him
and he can't have that
so in order to please you
he promises to never pavlov you
and then you're both happy and satisfied
oscar
wouldn't pavlov you
for the sole reason that he finds this kinda shit stupid
he's like
"babe we're in a relationship, i can't really be demanding and/or withholding things from you,"
he's just a gentleman
also morbidly thinks about if he were to die, does that mean you just can't cum anymore?
(apparently lando said yes, so that means yes)
kevin
would think about it for like two seconds
then feel very VERY bad that he thought about manipulating you like that
thinks it's "unethical" (some of the other drivers would think otherwise, duh)
thinks about from time to time (it's his mini roman empire...maybe like the byzantine empire level of thoughts)
but cares and loves you too much for that to happen
maybe one day???
valtteri
would actually consider it
BUT would bring it up with you and consider your thoughts on it before he even tried to manipulate you
if you wanted to try it: he would make sure that it was a sound/action you wouldn't embarrass yourself too (he has too much self-respect and respect for you to out your relationship like that)
if you didn't want to try it: would back off respectfully, and maybe only ask a couple more times in the future to see if you've changed your mind
yuki
would try it once after hearing about it on the internet
gets very confused as to why it's about a dog? and not a relationship?
then once pierre explained to him properly
wanted to just try it once with you
similar to valtteri, would also ask you first if you wanted to do it, but would try to convince you to just "experiment"
like a bit more like "baby, can we try it just once please. you won't even realise it,"
could be successful (ig depending on you)
charles
finds this stuff stupid
well at least most of the time...
if you just so happen to be in the right place at the right time
for him to exact some revenge after you not so accidentally posted a thirst trap of him on your instagram account
then so be it :D
would pavlov you to the sound of him saying "fuck" in that very specific cadence when he's pissed at ferrari
liam
bro would only and ONLY pavlov you to the sound of mcqueen's kachow, just so you actually WANT watch the cars movies with him every weekend
instead of complaining that he can't actually be obsessed with the red car every SINGLE FUCKING WEEK
otherwise, he's a chill guy
lando
would only do it to tease you about it
and in a funny way, not a mean way
like a "guess you're just that needy for me sometimes babe, just kidding (teasing)" kinda way
BUT would be absolute menace about it if it happened multiple times in a row
AND ESPECIALLY if it happened in front of someone else
like max f accidentally found out the sound (aka the sound of lando's pc booting up - idk how that happened man)
and then immediately went bright red, as lando cackled his head off, and you just went to hide in the bathroom
max
would pavlov you
only cause he hates missing out on having sex with you
and he actually really misses you during the race weekends
(my boy is just a massive simp, cut him some slack)
so he wants to withhold your pleasure
just so he can be the one to give it to you
(would also pavlov you to super max or du du du du max verstappen)
alex
pavloved you cause you bullied him too hard that one time (aka multiple times)
you called him a pussy for not being able to handle spice in green curries
so he calls you a pussy in return, over the phone, as you huff about not being able to cum when he's not there
and he'll even turn off the call/facetime before you manage to convince him
so you're just horny and pissed off
(aka the best combo for angry sex when he returns)
checo
desperately trying to rewrite his place in 2024 red bull constructors shithousery
so why not rewrite how you experience pleasure with him too
it's a 2-for-1
and for the mexican cartel/sponsors, that's a done deal
sealed, stamped and sent
nico
shockingly higher than you may think
BUT
THIS MAN'S CHEEKY GRIN
tells me that he would plot everything, down to the last detail
and get away with it cause he's so damn handsome and smooth talker
but flops cause he's sometimes a bit too meticulous
and takes the focus away from your pleasure, and instead focuses on your combined pleasure
cause he just loves you (and himself) like that
carlos
would also pavlov you to the smell of chilli
or other very nice aromatics
or scented candles
makes him the kinda romantic partner to pull up to the hotel room or bedroom with that massive like set up
with a bajillion candles, rose petals and balloons
except with you
it's just like the very potent smell of chilli
and apparently (?) chilli's help with sex drive
or so he tells you
george
initially i was going to put him lower
BUT GODDAMN AFTER THIS THURSDAY HAHAHAHAH
this man.
if he has an agenda.
he will push that agenda so hard, even if you were blind, you could see it and hear it
also probably learnt the "tricks" from fernando
cause they're just buddies like that
(would also pavlov you to the sound of the british anthem)
lewis
this man is a smooth AFFFFF talker
would take like zero convincing for your body to suddenly become pliant/completely at his mercy
would also manage to convince you to pavlov yourself to the sound/recordings of senna's mp4/4 or his w11 or the v10 engine
(he's just a slut for good cars like that)
or him like singing
CAUSE HE WOULD RATHER DIE THAN SHARE THE MUSIC WITH THE REST OF THE WORLD (so there's no way anyone else would know)
but if he did release that music (lewis please, just even a snippet is gold), you're kinda screwed (in a fun way)
fernando
this man knows what he's doing
that's final. PERIOD.
he is THE certified mind games genius (or villain/psychopath, up to you)
dont think just cause you're his partner that doesn't mean he won't use your love for him to make sure that you both achieve maximum pleasure when you have sex
(he is still entirely devoted to you, and you only)
but he wants you to ONLY be satisfied when you're with him
he just wants your body to know that ONLY he, and him ALONE can make you feel good
pookie is in his feels for you
(bro would also be into edging, so yeah)
would also pavlov you to his victory celebrations, cause when you have sex, it's basically a party in the sheets ;)
they know what they're doing
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"every team needs a hero" - nico rosberg, 2024
YA'LL HE'S DEFENDING HIS HUSBAND AT SKY SPORTS
edit: they've removed the "every dream needs a team" 😭😭😭
Hi can I request from lab 2, a boiling flask with a sticker on it and in it nitrogen, sulphur, gallium , rubidium,silver, tin and antimony with lemon juice and fruit as catalyst with Sebastian Vettel pls!!!!!
partners in crime (sv5)
pairing: rbr!sebastian vettel x rbr driver!reader
nitrogen "the problem is, if i kissed you, i don't think i'd be able to stop." + gallium "are you trying to flirt with me?" "is it working?" + rubidium "you’re starting another cult. you bitch" + silver "i don’t want to be able to walk tomorrow.” + tin "i know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that" + antimony "after all this time and you still can't look me in the eye" & lemon juice driver!reader + fruit married couple/established relationship
warnings: seb is a bit mean to reader, hints of misogyny at red bull and 18+, MDNI, NSFW -> smut ft. unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), angry sex, makeup sex, size kink, rough sex
wc: 3300
a/n: this was definitely a plentiful mix of chemicals (but couldn't manage to fit sulphur in T_T), but i still hope anon enjoys :P
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the roar of the engines echoed through the pit lane as you stepped out of your comforting blue and red racing suit, sweat-dampened hair clinging to flushed cheeks. you had followed this routine to perfection before, as a once promising young driver in the red bull junior program. but life had taken an unexpected turn - marrying your childhood sweetheart sebastian vettel had come at the expense of the seat which was once yours, falling through after intense media backlash and a lack of sponsors.
until today - mark had fallen ill at the last minute - red bull had no other choice but to throw open the door for you to reclaim your place. your heart had raced with a mix of excitement and trepidation at christian’s phone call. this was a chance to prove yourself all over again, to show everyone what you were capable of.
following the free practice session, you strode confidently through the bustling paddock, the flashing cameras and eager reporters and fans swarmed around you like a whirlwind. despite the chaos, you held your head high, a dazzling smile plastered across your face as you basked in the spotlight.
"y/n, how does it feel to be back in the hot seat?" a journalist called out, their microphone thrust forward, "and tell us what this means for your relationship with sebastian - you are both finally racing against each other…”
you laughed affectionately, slinging an arm around sebastian, who had sidled up beside you, "we of course work well together with each other and the team…" you replied, resting a hand on his arm affectionately.
"but well we all cant be the red bull golden boy,” you smirked playfully at your comment, while sebastian stuck out his tongue at you. "your wife’s got to keep you humble, huh" you retorted, poking him in the chest, "can't let that ego of yours get too big now, can we?"
he chuckled, shaking his head fondly. "with you around, i doubt that's possible." his gaze drifted to the throng of fans still calling out your name, snapping photos and waving eagerly. "they really love you, don't they? my little celebrity."
with a blush creeping up your neck, you waved at the adoring crowd, their enthusiasm infectious. you preened under the attention, reveling in the admiration. being in the limelight, having people look up to you... it was exhilarating. addictive, almost. you knew sebastian understood that pull all too well.
"you’re starting another cult. you bitch," sebastian teased fondly.
you laughed, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him close. "guilty as charged," you purred, your lips brushing against his ear. "but you know you love it. being married to the most popular driver on the grid has its perks, doesn't it?"
“don’t let lewis here you say that,” sebastian muttered gravely, “speak of the devil…”
you both turned to see lewis approaching, his signature grin wide and charming as ever. he waved at the gathered crowd before zeroing in on you and sebastian. "well well well, if it isn't the couple of f1," lewis drawled, pulling you into a friendly hug, before shaking hands with sebastian. "good to see you back in the game, y/n. those red bull boys must be thrilled to have you filling in."
sebastian rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "careful what you say, lewis. y/n might start a bidding war at mercedes."
lewis winked at you conspiratorially, his voice dropping to a playful whisper. "oh, i think she'd be worth every penny. just imagine the sparks flying between us on track... the whole world would be talking about the 'hamilton-y/n show'."
you giggled, batting your eyelashes coyly at the suggestion "are you trying to flirt with me? maybe we should stage a mock battle during qualifying to give the fans a real spectacle." lewis grinned, “is it working?” sebastian groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose as the two of you bickered.
leaving lewis chuckling to himself, you and sebastian made your way back towards the garage, the sound of busy team members growing louder with each step. the air was thick with the scent of gasoline and rubber, mingling with the hum of anticipation that always seemed to permeate the atmosphere in the hours leading up to a race.
you glanced around at the garage, soaking in your place at the helm of the team, finally, just finally able to put yourself out there and onto the track. "all this time waiting for a chance to get back behind the wheel, and now i get to share it with you," you murmured to sebastian.
our heart pounded in your chest, adrenaline surging through your veins. this was it. the moment you'd been longing for. sebastian led you over to the sleek car, its livery gleaming in the bright lights. he placed a hand on your shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "you've got this, babe. just like old times."
leaning in, you wanted to give sebastian a kiss, but you teasingly pulled away as he leant back towards you, “hey!” he called out indignantly, trying to wrap his arms around your waist.
"the problem is, if i kissed you, i don't think i'd be able to stop. and as much as christian loves you, i dont think he wants his star driver fucking his wife against their multimillion dollar cars,” you giggled, as sebastian pinned you against your car.
“we’ll do it after the race then,” he eagerly asserts, planting one last kiss on your forehead before heading into his car.
as the lights went out, you felt a surge of energy coursing through your body. the rush of adrenaline was intoxicating, the roar of the engines drowning out everything else. this was what you lived for - the thrill of competition, the challenge of pushing yourself to the limit.
and you had finally, finally reclaimed that chance for yourself.
sebastian pulled alongside you as you navigated the first lap, exchanging a glance filled with competitive fire. the two of you had always pushed each other to be better, both on and off the track. and now, with the entire world watching, the stakes were higher than ever. as the laps ticked by, you found yourself locked in a fierce battle with him, the two of you trading places and fighting for every inch of track. the tension between you was palpable, an bubbling undercurrent that threatened to boil over at any moment.
your earpiece crackled to life, the voice of the engineer piercing through the din of the engine and the crowd. "y/n, horner wants you to back off on sebastian," he urged. "we don't want to risk damaging the car or jeopardising our chances at either championship." but even as the words registered, you couldn't bring yourself to let up on your lead. the urge to win, to prove yourself superior to both your husband and the team, was too strong. you ignored the warning, focusing instead on maintaining your narrow lead.
as if fate itself had intervened, sebastian's car suddenly locked up, causing him to clip the barrier and sending him careening into the wall. the crowd gasped in shock, watching sebastian climb out of the smoking wreck of his redbull, your car sailing off into the distance.
you hurriedly asked your engineer if your husband was ok, frantically trying to peer into the mirrors to see if you could see any sign of him walking out of the wreckage. you breathed a heavy sigh of release when he reported that sebastian was in fact ok, and heading back to the garage, but urged you to continue on and win the race.
you were now desperate to win, lewis’ mclaren approaching faster than you hoped from behind. you needed to do it. for yourself. for sebastian. but fuck redbull, you cheerfully giggled, clenching your hands harder against the wheel.
you were going to win it.
your heart raced as you crossed the line, the checkered flag waving triumphantly above you. you had done it. finally. you had become a grand prix winner. the first woman to win a grand prix in formula 1 history. the elation was overwhelming, a rush of power and dominance that left you breathless, as you sat in the car, your head in your gloved hands.
with the roaring crowd, you leapt into the arms of the mechanics, your name finally being shouted across parc ferme, the joyous sound ringing in your ears as hands slapped against your back in glee.
but sebastian wasn’t there among the team's well-wishers. only as you finally stepped on top of the winner’s podium besides lewis and fernando, your heart pounding in your chest, did you catch his eye from below, a tight smile plastered on his face.
after the ceremony, you found yourself alone in your- well mark’s driver’s room, the bustle of activity fading into the background. the ache in your muscles from the physical exertion of the race mixed with a different kind of tension, one that seemed to vibrate through every cell of your being. the tension between you and sebastian was palpable, the usual banter and playful jabs were absent, replaced by a heavy silence that hung in the air like a challenge. you could sense the unspoken words, the simmering resentment, but you refused to back down.
sebastian stood in the doorway, his usually confident and loving stride tempered by a hint of frustration. "congratulations," he said, his tone measured.
you met his gaze head-on, refusing to back down, "what’s with the attitude? i drove my ass off out there. you know as well as i do that i earned this win." his eyes narrowed, the air between you growing thicker with unspoken hostility. "maybe so, but we're teammates today. we're supposed to support each other, not sabotage each other's chances. i’m in it to win the title this year, you’re not,"
“say that to my fucking face vettel. just try me,” you snarled, pulling your husband into the room. sebastian stumbled forwards, catching himself against the bed. his eyes widened in surprise at your sudden aggression, but a smirk soon curled his lips. "oh, so now you want to play rough?" he taunted, straightening up and closing the distance between you.
before you could react, he grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "after all this time, and you still can't look me in the eye. you think you can handle me, babe?" his thumb brushed against your lower lip, sending a shiver down your spine despite the anger burning within you.
without breaking eye contact, he leaned in, his hot breath washing over your face. "because i'm more than happy to show you exactly what happens when you cross me.” with a growl, you wrenched free from sebastian's grasp, spinning around to face him fully. your chest heaved with pent-up fury, the fabric of your racing suit straining against your breasts. "you think you're so much better than me, don't you?" you spat, hands clenched into fists at your sides.
sebastian chuckled darkly, the sound sending a chill down your spine. "better? no, i just know how to handle a brat like you." he took another step closer, his presence dominating the small space. "you want to play dirty? fine. let's see who comes out on top." in a flash, he pinned you against the wall, his body caging yours in. you struggled against him, but his grip was unyielding. "you're mine, y/n," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear.
"i don't want to be able to walk tomorrow. bet you can’t do it," you hissed, grinding your hips against sebastian's thigh in defiance. the friction sent sparks of pleasure through your core, despite the anger fueling your actions.
sebastian's eyes flashed with desire at your boldness, his grip tightening on your wrists. "is that so?" he purred, leaning in to nip at your earlobe. with a wicked grin, sebastian released your wrists, only to grab a fistful of your racing suit and yank it down, exposing your bare skin to the cool air of the garage. he muttered dirty things, his fingers tracing the curve of your hip before dipping lower to cup your sex through the damp fabric of your underwear.
you bit back a moan, your body betraying your resolve as his touch ignited a flame of lust within you. "fuck, sebastian," you breathed, arching into his palm. "you always knew how to push my buttons." he chuckled, the sound husky with arousal. "that's because i know you, darling. i know exactly what gets you going." with a swift motion, he tore your panties aside, his middle finger plunging deep into your slick channel without preamble.
"ah, fuck yes," you groaned, your inner walls clenching around sebastian's invading digit. the sudden intrusion sent a jolt of pleasure through your core, making your knees buckle slightly. sebastian's grip on your hips steadied you, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing firm circles around the sensitive nub.
"you're so wet for me already," he praised, pumping his finger in and out of your dripping pussy. "i bet you've been thinking about this all day, haven't you? wondering what i'd do if you beat me." his words struck a chord, and you nodded frantically, unable to deny the truth. "yes, goddammit! i wanted to win, but...but i also wanted you to punish me for it."
sebastian's grin was pure sin as he added a second finger, stretching and filling you further.
"punish you?" he repeated, his voice low and husky with desire. "oh, i intend to, darling. but first..." withdrawing his fingers from your soaked cunt, he brought them to his mouth, licking them clean with relish. "mmm, you taste even better than i imagined."
your cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal as you watched him savor your essence. when he finished, he grasped the hem of your suit and pulled it down further, exposing your pert nipples to the chilly air. they pebbled instantly, begging for attention.
"beautiful," sebastian murmured, cupping your breasts and rolling the hardened tips between his thumbs and forefingers. "just like i remember." he leaned in, capturing one nipple between his lips and suckling firmly, sending shocks of pleasure straight to your throbbing clit.
moaning, you threaded your fingers through sebastian's hair, holding him close as he lavished attention on your breasts. the dual sensations of his tongue and fingers working in tandem had you teetering on the edge of climax, your body trembling with need.
but sebastian wasn't done yet. with a final, possessive kiss to your nipple, he released it and straightened up, a wicked glint in his eye. "time to put your money where your mouth is, darling," he purred, reaching for the zipper of his own racing suit.
you watched, breathless, as he revealed his chiseled physique inch by delicious inch. his cock sprang free, hard and thick and beautifully erect, the tip glistening with pre-cum. your mouth watered at the sight, and you licked your lips unconsciously.
sebastian's eyes followed the movement of your tongue, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "look what you do to me, sweetheart," he said, his voice heavy with lust. "you have no idea how long i've fantasized about bending you over and taking you right here, in front of everyone."
with that, he stepped forward, pressing you harder against the wall. his hand slid down to grip your throat, applying just enough pressure to assert dominance while still allowing you to breathe. "tell me you want it," he commanded, his cock brushing against your stomach, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. "tell me you need me inside you, claiming you as mine."
the roughness of his touch, combined with the raw desire etched on his face, left you weak in the knees. you nodded frantically, desperate for release. "yes, goddamn it!" you choked out, your voice strained from both his grip on your throat and the intensity of your arousal. "i want it, i need it. please, sebastian, fuck me!"
emboldened by your submission, he released your neck and spun you around, pinning you face-first against the cold metal of the bed. you felt the press of his muscular body against your back as he reached around to spread your thighs apart, baring your dripping sex to his hungry gaze. "mmm, look at you," he groaned, his fingers trailing through your slick folds. "so ready for me. you're going to feel every inch of my cock, darling."
you whimpered, pushing your hips back in an attempt to impale yourself on his thick member. sebastian chuckled darkly, enjoying your desperation. "patience, sweetheart," he cooed, his breath hot against your ear. with deliberate slowness, he pushed forward, the broad head of his dick parting your slick folds. you cried out at the sensation, your walls clenching reflexively around the intrusion. sebastian paused, giving you time to adjust, before gradually sinking deeper, inch by glorious inch.
"fuck, you're so tight," he grunted, his pace increasing as he filled you completely. once he was buried to the hilt, he stilled, letting you acclimate to the feeling of being so thoroughly stuffed.
you panted heavily, your mind reeling from the sheer size of sebastian's cock inside you. it stretched you to the limit, the slight discomfort only adding to the intense pleasure coursing through your veins.
after a moment, sebastian began to move, withdrawing until just the tip remained nestled within your entrance before surging back in, driving deep once more. the rhythm was relentless, each powerful thrust sending shockwaves of ecstasy rippling through your core. "take it, darling," he growled, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. "take every fucking inch of my cock."
you could only moan in response, lost to the primal sensations consuming you. the slap of flesh against flesh echoed through the room, punctuating the obscene sounds of your bodies coming together in carnal union.
"i know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.” he smirked, the bench creaking beneath your combined weight, the metal frame straining against the force of his thrusts. you braced yourself against the surface, your fingers digging into the cold steel as he drove you closer to the brink of climax with every stroke.
suddenly, he shifted his angle, hitting that sweet spot deep within your pussy that made stars explode behind your eyelids. "sebastian!" you wailed, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. your inner muscles spasmed wildly, milking his cock as waves of intense pleasure washed through you.
through it all, sebastian didn't relent, continuing to rut into you with abandon, chasing his own release. "fuck, i'm gonna cum," he snarled, his movements becoming erratic as he neared the edge.
with a final, brutal thrust, sebastian pushed himself fully inside you, his cock pulsing as he spilled his hot seed deep into your fluttering channel. you could feel each thick spurt painting your insides, marking you as his. "fuuuck, take it all," he groaned, grinding against your ass as he emptied the last drops of his essence into your well-used pussy. the sensation of his warm cum filling you, combined with the aftershocks of your own intense orgasm, left you boneless and trembling.
“ughhhh still fuck you seb, you could’ve at least cut your wife some slack for racing you. after all, who else was going to,” you huff, trying to tug back on your racing suit, fingers brushing against your now soaked mound, as sebastian smirked behind you.
“i know you love me, my partner in crime,” he teased, sweeping you into a hug, as you grinned back.
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matchmaker pets (aa23) | pt4
pairing: alex albon x fem!reader
summary: in a world where one's furry best friend is secretly their cupid, the drivers' love lives are sure to be entertaining for everyone (written from the pov of the pets!)
warnings: none (i think)
wc: 1360
a/n: WE ARE BACK YA'LL -> there are just too many albon pets to specifically name, so they will be collectively known as the zoo + mentions of galex (george x alex)
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chaotic!zoo who alex slowly adopts over the years, eventually culminating in him and his siblings owning a multitude of pets, splitting their time between them all and travelling the world.
young chaotic!zoo who are also adopted by another honorary albon…
you :)
you’ve been the albon family neighbour since they moved into the neighbourhood when you were three (not that you remember it - only from your parent’s stories and usually tall tales). and being the same age as alex, means that you’ve also grown up alongside him
including the adoption of every member of the chaotic!zoo
young chaotic!zoo who all love you in their own fond way. like tinky, alex’s horse who you see when your two family has an overnight trip to the farm where she lives. you are the only kid she lets feed her, apart from chloe, and is a docile mare whom you love. like moomoo who purposely seeks you out to give him his treats because all the siblings refuse to do so, lest he get fat, but he still is looking very handsome after years of treats, so you must be doing something right…right?
young chaotic!zoo loves you, and you love them all to bits and pieces
young chaotic!zoo who also accompanies you in your childhood, seeing all of your biggest moments: your first day at primary school, then secondary school, birthdays, parties, friendships…
and most excitedly your first kiss; which was of course with alex
young chaotic!zoo who think it’s the cutest thing that you've been so smitten with alex since childhood, connecting over your shared love for them - you’re already one big happy family at the ripe old age of 15.
young chaotic!zoo who eventually see you and alex drift apart. it’s inevitable that the two of you would: alex’s pursuing his lifelong dream of becoming an f1 river like his idol michael schumacher and you’re slowly making your way through secondary school and uni to achieve your dream of becoming a vet
young chaotic!zoo who still hope that you and alex will eventually be reunited one day
older but chaotic!zoo who haven’t seen you in about 10 years. after alex moved away for f1, you also moved, heading to the big city to pursue a more “proper” career away from veterinary science at the behest of your parents.
your love for animals and alex has never faded, but it’s hard to keep up with them, when life just wants to throw whatever else at you. but you’re still so proud of alex, he’s finally made his way to the top, competing in f1 like he always wanted to.
older but chaotic!zoo who upon all returning to the albon family home for this christmas are finally reunited with siblings and family for the first time in like forever. no one has pressing and emergency obligations, silly season in f1 is over (alex is solidly in williams), everyone can relax…
nosy older but chaotic!zoo who eventually finds out from alex’s parents, who found out from the mailman, who found out from the grocer, who found out from the hairdresser, who found out from the construction guys, who found out from your parents…that you would be finally coming home for christmas.
older but chaotic!zoo who hear the doorbell ring - but everyone’s already inside?
older but chaotic!zoo who start moving, barking and meowing and clambering loudly when they see you, all bundled up for a british christmas, standing at the door.
excited and lovable!zoo who immediately pounce onto you, making you almost drop the gifts and sugar cookies you had brought over. however, as always, alex is right there by your side, and catches them all
excited and lovable!zoo who swoons at finally seeing you and alex back together after ten years, and definitely making “those” eyes at each other
excited and lovable!zoo whom you greet each and every one of them (they are practically your children), before you greet the rest of the albon family, who are equally delighted at your presence. they watch the rest of the albon siblings nudge and tease alex as you converse with his parents
sneaky sneaky!zoo who end up blocking out the other seats by not so subtly sitting in them, making you sit in the spot next to alex’s usual spot at the dinner table
sneaky sneaky!zoo who instead of retiring to the kitchen for their own dinners made specifically by mama albon, drag their bowls under the dining table and between feet, just to see and hear the conversation between you and alex.
which is definitely heading in the right direction…or so they think
sneaky sneaky!zoo who later that evening hears alex ramble on about his best friend, georgie aka george russell, in his childhood bedroom, you lounging in a beanbag and alex in his bed.
you’ve never heard alex talk about this “georgie”, so when he says his name for the first time, you mistakenly hear “georgina” - and are consequently disappointed to hear how close alex and this “woman” have gotten
confused!zoo who makes their way into the room, only to see your face fall more and more as alex continues to lavish with great detail about the many late night dinners, paddle games and constant presence at the f1 paddock this “woman” has.
are they dating or not?
confused!zoo who watches you grumpily dismiss alex in the middle of explaining his and “georgina’s” two week holiday to paris, to stiffly go back downstairs and say your goodbyes to the rest of the albon family, lest you stay for another three hours to hear about this “woman”
pouting!zoo who also watches alex’s face fall…do you not care about him anymore?
impertinent!zoo who refuses to let you leave without saying goodbye to alex, once you’ve laughed and smiled your way through goodbyes to the albon siblings, parents and all the pets, before going home
impertinent!zoo who take to blocking the doorway and barking, meowing and trying to trip your feet up
impertinent!zoo who gets both of your shoes into their mouths and start running off upstairs back to alex’s room with them
impertinent!zoo who take you all the way back to alex’s room, where he’s now on a call with the “woman”, hearing a georgie slip out of his mouth in a muffled groan
impertinent!zoo who pushes on the door, making you fall into the room mid-conversation, only to see a man’s face staring back at you from alex’s phone as he quickly tries to pull you back onto your feet
“is…that…georgina?” you ask confusedly, squinting as you look at alex’s phone to see a tall, lanky man squinting back
“georgina? what shit have you been saying about me alex?” george huffs, trying to introduce himself to you.
“wait? did you think george was a woman?” alex raises an eyebrow, turning back to you, and placing a hand on your shoulder before he started keening over in laughter.
giggling!zoo who watches you and alex start giggling, as george’s face turns into a sarcastic frown at your laughter, before he sighs and leaves with one last snark at his best mate
“just don’t mess it up this time albon,” he sighs and ends the facetime.
giggling!zoo who watches alex sheepishly scratch his neck before hesitantly grabbing your hand
“...well i don’t know if you heard it before you fell into the room, but…” alex starts, staring nervously into your eyes. you just smile softly, nodding at him to continue
“reallymissedyouandiwaswonderingifyouwantedtogooutfordinnertomorrow,” he shifts back awkwardly, squeezing his eyes shut before he can see your reaction.
giggling!zoo who sighs that luckily for alex, you return the favour, with a kiss on his nose, before scooping up otti and making him lick alex’s cheek
“ugh! y/nnie…” he sighs before wrapping you in his arms, and returning the kiss on your own nose
“i guess it’s a christmas miracle this year,” you laugh as the rest of the pets barrel in, leaving you and alex with your little family again.
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pairing: f1 grid x reader [texts]
ft. lewis hamilton, max verstappen, charles leclerc, carlos sainz, lando norris, oscar piastri, george russell, yuki tsunoda
summary: when they find out you secretly ran a massive fan account for your kpop bias before you met them
warnings: vaguely suggestive
a/n: reader stans male and female idols (as they should, cause everyone is hot)
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four-tune favours the bold (mv1)
pairing: max verstappen x alonso!reader [smau]
summary: having won his fourth world title, max finds no better time to tell your father that you're dating (and to maybe also get his blessing)
warnings: none (i think)
a/n: now that we finally have M4X (yipeeeeee), can we please get goatlonso back, preferably in the next few years (pls let the newey rocketship work)
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y/n_priv reactions after max told me he had told dad about us (he lied)
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blackdontcrack max stop sending your girlfriend into a heart attack, she's already getting one from your kids
fatherofthree she learnt that one from you and roscoe 💀 blackdontcrack HEY. my son is very well behaved
notnowinsnomore I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY YOU WONT JUST TELL HIM, IT'S NOT THAT HARD MAX
fatherofthree DO YOU WANT TO TELL HIM FOR ME 🤨🤨🤨 notnowinsnomore NO???? DO YOU THINK I WANT TO DIE??? notnowinsnomore IT'S ALSO YOUR RELATIONSHIP, NOT MINE
honeyhoney you've got to give him like 10 years to process that you're even in the same social sphere as his daughter...good luck man
fatherofthree thanks dan 😖 fatherofthree padel later? y/n_priv no? we have our date??? 😧😧😧 honeyhoney you beating up max now y/nnie? y/n_priv 😁👍
yourbff_priv babes ditch the men for me 😍
y/n_priv yes wifey 👩❤️💋👩 fatherofthree @/yourbff_priv stop stealing MY girlfriend yourbff_priv skill issue
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fatherofthree stopped her from becoming blonde and still got kisses xoxo
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notnowinsnomore that second picture is exactly is what's gonna put you on top of fernando's kill list
fatherofthree no it wont notnowinsnomore yes it will inchident_no1 yes it will blackdontcrack yes it will honeyhoney yes it will ima5starmichelin yes it will buzzlightyear yes it will y/n_priv yes it will fatherofthree ok maybe it will. but fernando doesn't need to know
inchident_no1 your rendition of my heart goes on is truly...
y/n_priv truly what CHARLES? say it with your pussy fatherofthree YEAH WHAT SHE SAID inchident_no1 rubbish 🙄 y/n_priv BOOOOOOO YOU'RE RUBBISH
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y/n_priv PUTTING IT ALL ON BLACK! VIVA LAS VEGAS BABY 🤩 YOU ARE WELCOME TO JOIN US AT THE MGM UNTIL THURSDAY MORNING @/f1
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inchident_no1 should've bet on red 😉 wouldn't have lost you 100k
spicysugarbaby agreed 🤭 blackdontcrack well i SEVERELY disagree since we won 250k on the next spin on black so.... fatherofthree I LEAVE YOU ALONE WITH THEM FOR 10 MINUTES AND YOU'VE ALREADY BET 250K??? y/n_priv yeah but it's an investment babe 😘
antman can i join you guys? 🥺🥺🥺
y/n_priv not yet little kimi, in another three years (i think; i'll take you to the casino then myself ☺️) y/n_priv and yes you too @/we_are_barebears we_are_barebears YESSSSS 😌
f1 can i come over pls pls
y/n_priv of course admin ❤️ f1 yay 😁
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yourusername feeling right at home here, dressed and betting on red
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user1 HOLY LORD MOTHER IS FINALLY BACK TO SERVE CUNT IN THE PADDOCK 🥵🥵🥵
user2 the sexy spanish alonso genes are real with this one yourusername i would hope so! 🥱 user3 istg ive never seen a spanish person look bad in red
user4 GOD REALLY GIVES US Y/N AS AN APOLOGY CAUSE HOW DOES SHE EXIST????
user5 she's literally a goddess on earth user6 the face economy is unreal with her 😍 yourusername cant just be a nepo baby, gotta make papa proud 😘
user7 super hyped for vegas now that you're here with us y/n 🤩
user8 hopefully we see another alonso top 10 (i can copium for a top 6) user9 he will literally dnf everyone if it means y/n gets to see him podium or win again (2023 was literally iconic) yourusername papa will be ready to make stroll do crashgate 😉 (but i've asked him to refrain for this weekend) user10 ya'll y/n's cooking 😌😌😌
user11 ERM ANYONE GONNA BRING UP PIC 3 CAUSE....
user12 YA'LL GIRLIE I WAS GONNA SAY THE SAME THING user13 who's that @/yourusername 🤨 user14 who's that @/yourusername 🤨 yourusername no comment 🥺👉👈 user15 whoever that is do be looking fine affff user16 also probably fearing for his life, considering she's got like ten godfathers and then over twenty drivers ready to bash a man for her 💀💀💀
user17 THE FERRARI AURA IS STRONG WITH THIS ONE 😆
fernandoalo_oficial who's that princessa
yourusername i will tell you soon papa 😁
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maxverstappen1 suited up and ready to take on vegas. 💪 bring on the race 🎰
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user18 STILL COOKING WITH A SLIGHTLY COOKED CAR, LETS GET TITLE NUMBER 4 💪💪💪
user19 literally salivating over pic one, cause he's so fine 🥵
user20 waiting for "2024 fia f1 world champion is max verstappen"
user21 SIMPLY LOVELY PUTTING YOURSELF INTO A STRONG POSITION
user22 getting the ladies i see in pic two 🤣
user23 he knows what he wants, and what he's going to get afterwards 😏
user24 VIVA LAS VEGASSSSSS, GETTING READY TO RUMBLE
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as max stepped out of the cockpit of his red bull - his gloved hands trembling slightly - he could feel the relief coursing through him, palpable even under the thick layers of his racing suit and balaclava. the cold autumn air nipped at his damp skin, but he barely noticed, lost in the overwhelming rush of emotions.
after a very, very long season, filled with challenges both in and out of the car, he had finally done it…he had won his fourth world championship.
as he stood there under the vegas lights, savoring this triumphant moment in front of the roaring crowd, his thoughts drifted to you.
throughout the year, your presence had always been a beacon amidst the chaos, a constant reminder of what truly mattered to him beyond the roar of engines and the glare of millions of fans. as he ran towards his team, his chest pounding and blood rushing in his ears, he thought of your earlier message, and his heart swelled with affection for you. he knew now was finally the perfect opportunity to share his love for you with the rest of the world.
as you watched max leap into the waiting arms of his jubilant crew, who slapped his back, clapping and cheering, chanting his name, you tried furiously to blink away the tears. your boyfriend had finally achieved his fourth world title, and he was making both of your wishes come true.
walking over to the other drivers, max felt the hand of another behind him. turning around, the butterflies in his stomach heaved once again, coming face to face with your father, fernando alonso. max's exuberant gaze locked onto the figure before him, and as their eyes met, max felt the familiar flutter of nervousness in his chest, a sensation he'd grown accustomed to whenever thinking of you and your father.
"max," fernando greeted him warmly, extending a strong hand. "congratulations. you've earned every bit of this championship." max clapped his hand firmly, trying to hide the slight tremble behind his grin. "thank you, fernando,”
max blushed for a second, as fernando leant up to pinch his cheeks, while also grinning widely at him. as fernando's gaze lingered on max, he thought for a second that he had found out about the two of you, and was instead ready to pull him by the cheek in for a very obvious threat and kick to the balls.
"i must say," fernando began, his tone sincere, "you've shown remarkable resilience this season. much like myself. i hope to see you continue working hard for many years," his words carried a hint of approval.
max swallowed hard, his mind racing, as he opened his mouth to speak.
“i-i’m dating your daughter,” max’s heart pounded in his chest, the words tumbling from his lips before he could stop them. fernando’s expression remained jubilant, but there was a glimmer of something unreadable in his eyes. the air between them seemed to crackle with tension.
“i…i didn’t know she was seeing someone,” fernando said slowly, his voice low and controlled, as he waved to the crowd, whilst pulling max towards the other drivers. there was no denying the facts now – fernando knew about their relationship. and while max couldn’t read the older man’s thoughts, he felt a surge of nervous energy course through him. would this revelation change things? between him and fernando?
as if sensing his turmoil, fernando turned back around abruptly, causing max to jump slightly.
fernando studied max intently, his expression unreadable. then, slowly, a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "but i'm glad to hear that it's you max. my daughter deserves nothing less than the best."
with those words, fernando extended his hand once more, this time with a newfound warmth that spoke volumes. max grasped it firmly, sealing a silent pact between them. as they released their grip, fernando placed a hand on max's shoulder, pulling him in. "but listen closely mijo," he said, still grinning but his voice low and conspiratorial, "you mess with my daughter, and i will not hesitate to run you off the track or run you over. if you care for her, then show her that she's your number one priority, both on and off the track."
max felt a chill run down his spine at fernando's warning, but he also sensed a strange kind of respect behind it. this was a man who protected his family fiercely, and max wanted nothing more than to earn his place within that circle.
"yes, sir," he replied fervently, meeting fernando's intense stare head-on. "she is my priority, always. i promise you, i'll do whatever it takes to make her happy and keep her safe." fernando studied him for a long moment, searching for any sign of doubt. finally, he gave a curt nod, releasing max's shoulder.
"alright then," he said, "just remember what i told you. and welcome to the family, officially." as fernando walked away, max took a deep breath, his mind already racing. he glanced around at the celebrating crowd, their faces alight with joy and admiration, and couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swell within him.
but more than anything, max yearned to share this moment with you, to bask in the glow of his victory together and celebrate the love that had sustained him throughout the season. max scanned the bustling crowd, his eyes searching for a glimpse of your familiar features amidst the sea of faces. spotting you lingering nervously near the red bull personnel, he pushed through the throng of people, making a beeline directly for you. as he drew nearer, you couldn't help but notice the look of pure adoration etched across his handsome features. his dark hair was damp with sweat, his broad shoulders still trembling slightly from the exertion of the race. but his eyes shone brightly with triumph and something far warmer - his love for you.
"y/n!" he called out, his voice ringing above the din of the party. pulling you through the celebrating crowd, he wrapped you up in a crushing embrace, lifting you off your feet. you melted into his embrace, pouring every ounce of your joy, pride, and adoration into it.
your laughter mingled with the roar of the crowd as max set you back on your feet, his hands lingering on your waist. he gazed into your eyes, his own shimmering with unshed tears of happiness. in that moment, the rest of the world faded away, leaving only the two of you, suspended in a bubble of pure bliss.
"y/n," max whispered, his voice thick with emotion, "i did it. we did it." he pressed his forehead against yours, savoring the warmth of your skin and the closeness that came with sharing such an intimate moment.
your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer until your lips met in a searing kiss, pouring years of shared dreams and unspoken promises into that single, passionate gesture. the world around them melted away as max lost himself in the taste and feel of your lips, his body molding perfectly against yours. his hands roamed over your curves, tracing the contours he knew so well, as if mapping out the path to your heart.
when you finally broke apart, both panting for air, max rested his forehead against yours, his eyes shining with a mixture of triumph and tenderness. "i want to spend the rest of my life making you feel this way," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "i want to wake up every morning with you by my side and fall asleep every night in your arms."
he reached into his pocket, his fingers brushing against the small velvet box that had been burning a hole there since the day he decided to propose. max dropped to one knee, his heart pounding in his chest as he gazed up at you with a look of pure adoration. the crowd around them seemed to hold its collective breath, the anticipation palpable in the air.
with trembling hands, max opened the box, revealing a stunning diamond ring nestled within. the stone glittered under the bright lights of the track, casting glittering cascades of light across your face.
"y/n," max began, his voice steady despite the overwhelming emotions coursing through him, "from the moment we met, you've been the driving force behind everything i've achieved. your love, support, and unwavering belief in me have pushed me to become the best version of myself, both on and off the track."
he paused, swallowing hard as he fought back the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes.
"marry me," max breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. "become my wife. let's race through life together because i want to spend the rest of my life with you, and no one else, i love you,"
with a shaky nod, you sank to your knees before him, cupping his face in your hands as you peppered his cheeks with tender kisses. "yes," you whispered, your voice choked with emotion. "a thousand times yes."
max slid the ring onto your finger, and pulling you up with him to your feet. spinning you around once more, your laughter ringing out like the sweetest melody. the crowd surged forward, enveloping you both in a sea of congratulations and well-wishes, their excitement nearly tangible in the air.
as the celebrations continued around them, max pulled you close, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss that left no doubt about the depth of his love and commitment. in that moment, surrounded by the people who mattered most, max knew that this was just the beginning of a lifetime of victories, both on and off the track.
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yourusername I LOVE LAS VEGAS BABYYYYY 😘 but in all honesty, i'm so so so proud of you max (more than words or actions could ever express). seeing you grow throughout the past four years into the champion you are today, is more than any gift i could ever receive. there were far more battles and challenges from this season, but you rose above them every time. you are a champion, both on and off the racetrack and you will never be alone in this world, as long as i'm here. keep them coming baby. i love you, forever and always 🧡
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yourusername thank you papa ☺️ promise me you wont shunt into max next race? fernandoalo_oficial no promises sorry princessa 🤭
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maxverstappen1 four time world champion baby!!! a season full of challenges, but with the support, dedication and the effort of the team, this result would not have been possible 🙌 a huge thank you to all involved for this incredible achievement 👏
and i just want to say the biggest thank you to the love of my life, my girlfriend of four years, and now my fiancee, y/n alonso. i love you so much, and i can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you (even if your dad wants to run me over now)
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scarlet fury (cl16)
pairing: dark!charles leclerc x sainz!reader
summary: following his explosive outburst on the radio, what better way to relieve his anger than by getting back at his teammate?
warnings: 18+, MDNI, NSFW -> smut ft. rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), hate sex, a little bit dubcon (but reader is still consenting), possessive!charles, charles using you (literally and figuratively) to fuck over carlos
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as you nervously awaited the end of the race in the garage, you knew this weekend had not been good for your brother, or his teammate. practice had been all over the place, with the mercedes surprisingly looking as the fastest car so far this weekend (although lewis had told you in confidence that he was very concerned about the race pace and the tires) and the greatest attention was on max’s potential championship winning race.
however, as the race actually progressed through the garage screens, your heart sank.
your ferrari boys had somehow dropped behind max, and both mercedes, and when carlos’ mechanics refused to let him pit, you rolled your eyes at the camera which you knew had been panned towards you that very second. it was frankly frustrating at the very least, you thought, glaring daggers at the back of ricky’s head.
but when your brother’s pit lane shenanigans were being called out by sky sports, you sighed internally, watching him cut across the line before darting back out. and it only got worse when charles had gotten on the radio to berate your brother about fighting him on track. the battle for constructors was vital right now, and your brother was not making it any easier for them to stay in contention. eventually, as the ferraris rounded the last corner together, you let out a small grimace at the camera.
charles’ furious outburst had left a trail of expletives echoing through the cockpit, he gripped the steering wheel tighter, knuckles white. his face was twisted in anger, eyes narrowed to slits as he focused intently on the rear of carlos' ferrari ahead. the tension radiated off him like heat, every muscle coiled and ready to spring into action. meanwhile, carlos apparently to him, seemed oblivious to the commotion, his concentration solely on maintaining his position and crossing the finish line in third, securing a mercedes 1-2 and a ferrari for the podium.
as brian tried to calm charles down over the radio, his anger simmered dangerously beneath the surface, barely contained. when charles finally spoke, his voice was low and aggressive, each word dripping with venom. "tell carlos if he wants to play dirty, i'll show him what his face on the track looks like," charles growled, his gaze never leaving the road ahead. "i'll fuck him over." the threat hung heavy in the air, unspoken but unmistakable. charles' hands tightened further on the wheel, his knuckles cracking with the force.
as soon charles slammed his car into parc ferme, he stormed out of the cockpit, his racing boots pounding the asphalt as he marched straight towards the garage area, pushing angrily passed ferrari personnel who were cheering and celebrating carlos. oh just how pissed off was he, you thought, his face was still flushed with anger. but when he glanced over towards you, there was an undeniable hunger burning in his eyes as they locked onto yours.
you were no stranger to charles’ passion, healthy or not. as carlos’ younger sister, you had attracted the attention of many young men and women, most of all being his very own teammate. although you had rebuffed charles’ advances at first, you were not immune to the monegasque's charm and had soon found yourself sneaking behind carlos’ back to meet with him in hotels across the world.
without a word, he charged over to you silently, grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you into his driver’s room, locking the door shut behind you. in the dim light, charles pinned you against the table, his body pressed hard against yours as he claimed your mouth in a rough, demanding kiss. his tongue invaded your mouth, tasting you deeply as his hands roamed over your curves, grabbing and squeezing roughly.
now, consumed by fury and humiliation, charles was about to unleash his pent-up aggression upon you. his muscular frame loomed over yours as he stripped off his racing suit, revealing a chiseled torso glistening with sweat. he grabbed you from your thighs before seating you on the table, like a sacrifice ready for her god.
“charlie…” you whispered, nervously, watching him roughly push down his boxers, freeing his massive, throbbing erection. pre-cum drooled from the tip, glistening in the dim light. charles grabbed your ankles and pulled your legs apart, spreading you wide open for him.
"you think you're so smart, don't you?" charles hissed, his breath hot against your ear as he yanked your panties down your legs. "playing both sides, i’m fucking my teammate’s little sister... you're just a dirty little slut, aren't you?"
"you think you can handle this, princess?" he taunted, rubbing the swollen head against your slick entrance. "or are you just another pathetic little tease who can't take what she dishes out?"
with no warning, he thrust deep inside you, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. a guttural moan escaped his lips as he savored the tight, scorching heat of your pussy gripping him like a vice. he began to pound into you mercilessly, each savage thrust jolting your body against the cold metal table.
"you think your precious brother deserved that podium?" charles growled, his voice low and menacing. without waiting for a response, he grabbed your thighs and yanked them apart, exposing your soaked pussy to the cool air. "i'm going to teach him a lesson he'll never forget."
charles roughly thrust his rigid cock deep inside your quivering cunt, not bothering with foreplay or gentleness. he gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises as he began pounding into you with savage intensity, each brutal stroke punctuated by a grunt of exertion and rage. the table creaked ominously beneath you, its metal legs scraping against the floor with every powerful impact. your back arched, pressing your breasts against the unforgiving surface as charles relentlessly fucked you, his thick shaft stretching your tight walls to their limits.
"d-do you like this, you little slut?" charles snarled, his breath hot against your ear. "did you think i would let your brother get away with this? ruining my chances in the wdc?" he reached down to roughly pinch and twist your nipples, sending jolts of pain through your body that only heightened your arousal.
"nnngh... no, please..." you managed to gasp out, your voice trembling with a mix of fear and desperate need. you knew you were at his mercy, completely powerless under his dominant grasp. charles continued to ruthlessly pound into your dripping wet pussy, his aggressive thrusts causing the table to shake violently.
"no? then why are you so fucking wet, huh?" he sneered, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he held you in place for his relentless fucking. despite your protests, your body betrayed you, responding eagerly to the brutal pounding from charles.
"shut up and take it," charles barked, his grip on your hips tightening as he increased his pace. the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the small room, mingling with your muffled moans and whimpers. "this is what happens when people cross me."
“but i didn’t,” you whined as charles fingers sank deeper into your ass, gripping hard enough to leave bruises as he continued to rut into you mercilessly. his thick cock stretched your tight pussy to its limits, the forceful thrusts causing you to cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure.
"you're damn right you didn't!" he snarled, his voice dripping with venom. "but you're going to pay for your brother's sins nonetheless." with each brutal stroke, he punctuated his words, driving home the lesson he intended to teach.
despite your feeble protests, your body responded shamefully to the treatment, your inner walls clenching around him as if begging for more. the lewd sounds of your sex filled the air, a symphony of grunts, slaps, and muffled moans that seemed to spur charles on.he stepped back, his massive erection bobbing angrily before him. with a cruel smirk, charles grasped your ankles and flipped you onto your stomach, your face pressed against the cold metal of the table. "so i get to use you however i want, since your precious brother screwed me over."
without further warning, charles drove his thick cock back into your dripping folds from behind, slamming into you with unbridled ferocity. his heavy balls slapped against your clit with each merciless thrust, sending shockwaves of pleasure-pain through your sensitive body. charles' relentless pounding sent waves of intense pleasure coursing through your battered body, each brutal thrust pushing you closer to the brink of ecstasy. despite the harsh treatment, your cunt clung greedily to his pistoning cock, desperate for more of the rough, punishing friction.
as charles continued to rail you from behind, his meaty hands slid up your sides to roughly palm your small tits, pinching and twisting your sensitive nipples until they throbbed in time with your racing heartbeat. "you love this, don't you, you filthy little cumslut?" he taunted, his hot breath washing over the back of your neck.
"ahhhn... oh god, yes! i-i love it!" you panted out, voice strained with a mix of pleasure and humiliation. each brutal thrust of charles' thick cock sent shockwaves of ecstasy through you quivering body. your hips bucked involuntarily, meeting his punishing strokes as you surrendered to the overwhelming sensations. moan after moan spilled from your lips, a litany of wanton pleasure that only fueled charles' dominance.
"mmmph... harder, please! fuck me harder, charles!" you begged, pussy clenching greedily around him, milking his cock for every drop of seed as you teetered on the brink of a mind-shattering orgasm.
"that's it, scream for me," he growled, his voice a dark rumble in your ear, "let everyone hear you scream my name, you dirty little slut!" charles commanded, his voice low and menacing as he gripped your hips tighter. "i want carlos and the whole motorhome to know who's dominating your needy and pathetic cunt right now."
your cries of pleasure rang out, echoing off the garage walls as charles pounded into you relentlessly. "yes, yes, fuck! ahh, i'm yours, charles! only yours!" you wailed, the shameless declarations spilling from your lips as you lost yourself to the intense sensation of being thoroughly claimed.
as your body tensed and trembled, charles buried himself to the hilt one final time, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he unleashed a torrent of hot seed deep within your spasming depths. "take it all, you dirty whore,"
he spat the words out in a guttural snarl, his hips jerking erratically as he emptied his balls into your willing pussy. the sensation of charles' thick cum flooding your insides triggered a powerful climax, your pussy clenching rhythmically around his spurting cock as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over you.
as the aftershocks subsided, charles slowly pulled out, his softening member leaving a trail of sticky fluid dripping down your thighs. he stepped back, admiring his handiwork – your ravaged body, marked by the signs of his brutal possession.
"well, that should teach your brother a lesson," charles said with a satisfied smirk, tucking his spent cock back into his racing suit. "now get dressed and get out of here before i decide to punish you some more."
as the overwhelming sensations of charles’ battering against your swollen pussy finally caught up with you, your vision blurred and you felt yourself slipping into unconsciousness. the last thing you registered was charles' strong arms scooping you up and carrying you out of his cramped driver's room.
some time later, you found yourself lying on a plush bed in an darkened room, your head throbbing and your body aching in all the right places. groggily, you opened your eyes to see charles standing beside the bed, a smug expression on his face.
"i brought you here because i thought your brother might appreciate the... gift," he said, holding out a piece of paper. it was a handwritten note, scrawled in bold letters: "for carlos sainz jr., signed charles leclerc. consider this a taste of what your sister can dish out. next time, keep your hands to yourself on track."
charles dropped the note on the bedside table with a smirk, clearly pleased with himself. "i figured he'd get the message loud and clear," he said, leaning against the dresser with a casual air. "maybe next time he'll think twice before trying to steal my glory again."
he glanced down at your disheveled form, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "you look like you could use a rest after our little encounter. just remember, what happens on track, stays on track... unless i decide to bring it back to the pits, of course."
with that parting jab, charles turned and sauntered out of the room, leaving you to ponder the arousing turn of events and the lingering ache between your thighs. the note seemed to burn a hole in the tabletop, a tangible reminder of the stormy passion that had erupted between two teammates in las vegas.
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i can't stop winning
pairing: f1 grid x reader [texts]
ft. lewis hamilton, max verstappen, charles leclerc, carlos sainz, lando norris, oscar piastri, george russell, fernando alonso
summary: you, alcohol and gambling makes for some very interesting nights in vegas for your boyfriend...
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the enemy of my friend is my enemy, but he's also his own worst enemy? so he's my friend? (nr6) | pt3
pairing: nico rosberg x hamilton!reader [smau]
summary: in an attempt to plan a surprise birthday party for your brother's 39th birthday, you enlist the help of his ex-??? to get into his apartment
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lewishamilton Excited to be back home for New Year's. Here's to an amazing 2024!
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user1 LOOKING GOOD SIRRRRRR 😩😩😩
user2 i usually hate manspreading, but the way this man does it is sooooooo sexy user3 literalllyyyyy it's the see through shirt that does it for me though user4 can't wait to see him without his braids, they're the only thing that get me through the winter break 😭😭😭
user5 UGH HOW DOES MONACO HAVE SUCH GOOD WEATHER IN LIKE THE MIDDLE OF WINTER, BRO'S IN A SHORT SLEEVE SHIRT
fencer can't wait to see you brother 💪
user6 yooooo birthday bash hints??? user7 i mean his birthday is pretty soon....maybe we'll see another bro pic hahahaha
user8 happy new years eve from london ❤️
charles_leclerc when are you going to finally invite me out on a yacht trip ☹️
user9 LOL CHARLES ARENT U LITERALLY MONEGASQUE AND RICH - GET UR OWN YACHT 🤣🤣🤣 user10 bro just wants to hang out with the goat
user11 ya'll anyone else catch on y/n's absent comment??? girlie is usually on top with responding to her brother's posts...
user12 yk she doesn't always have to respond right, like she could just be with lewis, or you know...being her own person user13 lmfaooo so real @/user12 user14 but like she's not even given it a like? i wonder where she is... LIKED BY lewishamilton
user15 hopefully mercedes have their car back on track this year, we NEED to see this man win a race 🙌🙌🙌
user16 CANT WAIT FOR THE NEXT INSTA POST!!! BIRTHDAY TIMEEEEEE
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f1gossipofficial well well well it looks like an old romance may have been rekindled just before new years!
y/n hamilton and nico rosberg have been seen arguing in y/n's ferrari daytona sp3 in monaco, before engaging in a heated makeout session. are we going to see our first new (honorary) wag of 2024?
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user20 OH MY FUCKING GODDDDD 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
user20 WE ARE SO BACK GUYS
user21 HOLY SHIT MOTHER AND FATHER ARE BACK TOGETHER TRULY MY ROMAN EMPIRE
user22 someone gotta call the ambulance for lewis, he's about to get the biggest heart attack of his life
user23 cant believe their relationship has literally been strangers -> friends -> secret lovers -> enemies -> friends? -> lovers????
user24 that's why they're ICONS 💪💪💪 user25 istg if they go back to being enemies after all this crapshow they've put us through... user26 i think max would rather just shove them in a hotlap with him around spa and then lock them together in a room then face them being enemies again
user27 YA'LL ARE MISSING THE POINT AGAIN, THEY'VE PROBABLY BEEN TOGETHER SINCE BEFORE THE END OF THE YEAR
user28 RIGHTTTT 🤨 like are people seriously think they havent contacted each other before this lol user29 nah i think this is legit their first interaction in like eight years - welp didn't take them that long to get BACK together
user30 do you guys need a third??? asking for a friend
user31 bros are not subtle at all 😭 making out in such a recognisable car and city where everyone knows who tf they are 😭😭😭
user32 i forgot how good they look together 😍
user33 watch their kids be pretty as f too
user34 well looks like both hamiltons like rosberg, wonder if thats definitely not at all caused any arguments 😒
user35 well you defs werent around for the great hamilton twitter discourse of 2014... user36 oh yeah forgot about that user37 🤨 someone wanna tell me what that is?
user38 CANT WAIT FOR THEM TO ACTUALLY FINALLY POST EACH OTHER AFTER EIGHT YEARS
user39 i missed the anniversary posts so bad 😍 user40 their cute little dates healed something in me
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silk ribbons and scraps of lace
pairing: f1 grid x reader [headcanon]
ft. lewis hamilton, max verstappen, charles leclerc, carlos sainz, lando norris, oscar piastri, george russell
summary: your man loves it when you wear some lingerie, but what happens when you're not exactly wearing the right colours...
warnings: very suggestive AND 18+, MDNI, NSFW -> sexual foreplay, fingering
wc: 3860
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[you're wearing red bull lingerie]
lewis stepped out of the steamy bathroom, his chiselled physique glistening with water as he wrapped a plush towel around his waist. he froze mid-step when his gaze fell upon you, curves barely contained within a provocative red bull lingerie set. the azure fabric clung to your every dip and swell, highlighting your breasts and the tantalising v of your hips.
a look of shock crossed lewis' handsome face, his dark brows knitting together in disbelief. "what...the fuck?" he sputtered, clearly taken aback by this unexpected sight. his eyes roamed over your body, drinking in the erotic display before him. the driver's initial confusion slowly gave way to a growing arousal, his cock beginning to stiffen beneath the towel.
"i thought we agreed on mercedes branding only," he frowned, pressing slowly towards your waiting body on the bed. you giggled at his reaction, "oh come on, don’t be such a spoilsport! it’s just a little fun," you leaned closer, one hand pressing harshly against the quilt as you reach up to playfully tug at the towel draped low on his hips
"besides, i like how the blue really makes my skin pop" you say with a wink, letting your fingers graze the hardening bulge straining against the towel.
you spun around, your ass presented like a feast for his eyes. the thong leaving little to the imagination as you arch your spine, running hands down the side to cup your ass cheeks, "what do you think, babe? does it make me look good enough to ride on your mercedes?" you smirk.
a deep, rumbling chuckle escaped lewis' lips as he watched your playful antics; he couldn't help but let his gaze linger on the tiny thong. the blue fabric seemed to glow against your skin, drawing attention to the tantalising curve of your ass. "you're certainly making a case for it," lewis murmured, his voice low and husky with lust. he allowed you to tug the towel free, letting it drop to the floor as his eyes devoured the sight of you nearly naked body.
“disappointed it’s not ferrari?” you laugh, watching him reaching for the thong before snapping it harshly back against your skin. moaning, his gaze remained fixed on you, drinking in the sight of your legs and the delicate lace of your bra
he reached out, his calloused fingertips tracing the edge of the red bull logo emblazoned across your chest. "i suppose we could make an exception, just this once," he purred, his thumb brushing over the sensitive peak of your breast, making you gasp.
lewis leaned in close, his hot breath tickling your ear as he whispered, "after all, i'd hate to deny my girl the chance to show off her assets."
max
[you're wearing aston martin lingerie]
max had fumbled carelessly with the hotel keycard in the final hours of the night as he returned, but he was more alert than ever at the sight before him - you, his girlfriend, clad in provocative aston martin lingerie, sprawled seductively across the king-sized bed. the green ensemble hugged your curves like a second skin, emblazoned with metallic black stripes. a matching diamond choker encircled your neck, while thigh-high stockings and stiletto heels added an air of submission to your already alluring presence.
max's eyes widened, his initial unwariness swiftly replaced by arousal as he took in the stunning view. "what...what is this?" he asked, his deep voice laced with a mix of surprise and desire.
you smiled coyly, running a hand along the sleek fabric of the bodice, "just getting into the spirit of things, darling," you purred, slowly sliding off the bed to crawl towards him. your hips swayed hypnotically with each step, the lingerie clinging to every dip and curve.
max's gaze was transfixed, following the movement of your body, mesmerised. his breath quickened, and he felt his cock stir to life beneath the pants he had worn out to the restaurant with checo and other red bull personnel.
"i thought we could play a little game before bed," you continued, reaching out to trail a finger down his chest. "winner gets to choose the dessert later.” your touch sent shivers through him, and he swallowed hard, trying to maintain his composure. "and what exactly is this game?" he asked, his voice husky with growing need.
you grinned up at him, eyes sparkling with mischief, “one match of cod, then you can rip off the aston martin. otherwise i wear aston martin gear for fernando next race. he is my favourite driver after all,”
max's competitive nature flared to life at the challenge. "fine, let's do it," he agreed, a determined glint in his eye. "but i'm warning you, i'm not going easy just because you're looking sexy as hell."
as the familiar sounds of the game filled the room, you dove into the match, fingers flying across keyboards. sweat began to bead on max's brow, less from exertion than from the sheer eroticism of the situation. every so often, his gaze would drift to the tantalising display of flesh barely contained by your aston martin lingerie, making his pulse race and his resolve waver.
meanwhile, you remained focused, though you couldn't help but notice the growing bulge in max's pants as the minutes ticked by, “having problems there maxie boo?” you teased, leaning over to circle a finger over his zipper. max grunted at you in frustration, his usually steady hands trembling slightly as he tried to regain control of his character. the close quarters of the hotel room made it difficult to ignore the enticing scent of your perfume mingling with the sweat on his skin, further distracting him from the task at hand.
"shut up and keep playing," he muttered under his breath, shooting a half-hearted glare. despite his gruff demeanour, a hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, betraying his amusement at your teasing. you laughed lightly, fingers dancing across the keyboard as you expertly dispatched an enemy. "maybe you should focus more on the game and less on the view, hmm?"
max's jaw clenched, a surge of determination propelling him to concentrate harder on the screen. but it was a losing battle against your intoxicating allure, the way your breasts rose and fell with each breath and the tantalising glimpse of cleavage whenever you leaned forward.
his grip on the mouse tightened, knuckles turning white as he fought to maintain his composure. "i've got this," he growled, his character finally managing to flank and eliminate their final opponent.
“guess you won, want a reward now?”
with a triumphant grin, max grabbed your waist, pulling you onto his thick thighs, "i think it's time for me to rip off that delicious outfit," he said, his voice low and husky with desire. you bit your lip, a mischievous sparkle in your eyes as you reached behind your back and unclasped the bra, letting it fall away to reveal your breasts.
you grin and starts to pull at the zipper, revealing his impressive erection straining upwards. "mmm, looks like someone's ready for dessert," you purrs, wrapping your fingers around his thick shaft and giving it a slow, teasing stroke.
max groaned, his head falling back as your warm hand enveloped his rigid length. the sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to his core. he watched through heavy-lidded eyes as you pumped him gently.
"once i get started, i don't stop until i'm satisfied," he warned, his voice strained with need.
emboldened by his words, you leaned in closer, hot breath fanning over his ear as you whispered, "then let's hope you're very, very hungry tonight." with that, you sank to your knees before him, lips parting to wrap around the swollen head of his cock.
charles
[you're wearing kick sauber lingerie]
charles' eyes widened in shock as he stared at the garish neon green lingerie adorning your body through the screen. "mon dieu," he muttered under his breath, clearly taken aback by the bold choice of attire. his gaze roamed over the bright, clashing colours, the tacky patterns, and the unflattering cut of the kick sauber set - each detail a testament to the outfit's egregious lack of style.
charles swallowed hard, trying to maintain his composure despite the unsettling visual assault. he cleared his throat and attempted a diplomatic response, not wanting to hurt his lover's feelings. "ah, chérie...while i appreciate the, uh, enthusiasm behind your selection, perhaps we could find something a bit more...subdued for our next video call?" he offered a tentative smile, hoping to soften the blow of his criticism.
“i thought this would be fun, a little surprise for you. besides, it’s not like you’re gonna see me in public dressed like this. and technically i am repping your old team,” you giggled, leaning in closer to the camera, and giving him an eyeful of cleavage as the neon fabric stretched taut across your breasts.
charles' jaw clenched as you leaned in closer, the stretchy neon fabric accentuating your cleavage mere inches from the camera lens. despite his initial revulsion, he found himself captivated by the brazen display, his gaze lingering on the curves before reluctantly meeting your mischievous grin.
"ahh, mais oui, i remember now why i left sauber," he quipped dryly, attempting to deflect the attention from your provocative attire. however, the corner of his mouth twitched upward, betraying a hint of amusement beneath his exasperation.
you smirked again, pleased that your outfit had gotten such a reaction out of him, “i know you secretly love seeing me all dolled up in crazy outfits.” spinning around slowly, you gave him a full view of the neon green thong riding low on your hips and the matching garter belt holding up sheer stockings.
“besides, if you don’t like it, you can always cover your eyes while we talk…” you trailed off, whilst charles frantically grabbed his phone.
"non, non, i think i'll keep my eyes open," he replied, his voice taking on a huskier tone. "the, ahem, 'dressing' you've done here is quite...eye-catching." he paused, his gaze drifting back to your exposed cleavage before meeting your playful gaze once more.
"and i suppose it's only fair, considering how often you see me in those tight racing suits," charles added with a sly smirk, his mind undoubtedly wandering to the many intimate moments you had shared after a long race, "but perhaps we could find a compromise for future video calls?"
carlos
[you're wearing mercedes lingerie]
carlos stares at you, his eyes widening as they scanned your body clad in the tight-fitting biking gear, only to land on the provocative lingerie peeking out underneath. a visible shiver ran down his spine at the unexpected sight.
"what...what is this?" he stammered, trying to process the combination of athletic wear and lacy undergarments. his gaze lingered on the way the black and silver g-string peaked out from your shorts, accentuating your hips, before his eyes wandered back up to the silver cups visible beneath your bolero. carlos' face flushed a deep crimson, his racing heart pounding in his chest. the intense desire coursing through him was undeniable, yet so was the confusion. "we're supposed to go for a bike ride," he managed to say, his voice strained with arousal.
you gave him a sly smile, hands resting on your hips as you arched an eyebrow playfully. "oh, we are, mi amor," you purred, taking a step closer to him. "but first, i need you to help me adjust this."
you reached behind, slowly unclasping the laces of the bra top. the cold air reveals your hardened nipples, poking against the delicate material, "i think these might get in the way of my aerodynamics," you tease, giving the cups a gentle tug. they slip down, exposing bare skin to carlos' hungry gaze. you let the bra dangle around your wrist teasingly, the cool air causing my nipples to stiffen further.
carlos' breath hitched as he watched, transfixed, as you bared yourself to him. his mouth went dry, tongue darting out to wet his lips as his eyes roamed over your newly exposed flesh. the way your pert nipples stood at attention, begging for his touch, nearly undid him right then and there. "fuck, you're driving me crazy," he groaned, his resolve crumbling under the onslaught of your seductive display. without thinking, he reached out to cup one of your breasts, thumb grazing over the sensitive peak. a low growl rumbled in his throat as he felt it stiffen further against his palm.
"you know i can't resist you like this," carlos admitted, his other hand coming up to gently squeeze the other breast, fingers rolling the nipple between them. "maybe we should skip the bike ride altogether..."
you tease him that you can't, you and his friends almost approaching your apartment for the ride. carlos' hands continued their exploration of your body, fingers dancing across your heated skin as he struggled to maintain control. but the mention of others waiting for you snapped him back to reality.
"we can't, not now," he agreed reluctantly, even as his cock twitched in his shorts, straining against the confines. "but maybe we can find a quick solution..."
with a mischievous glint in his eye, carlos bent down and captured one of your hardened nipples between his teeth, giving it a gentle nibble before soothing it with his tongue. with your seductive moaning, he repeated the action on the other side, leaving you gasping and writhing against him.
"there, now you shouldn't have any aerodynamic issues. but find me after the ride, maybe we can work on them further," he said with a smirk, straightening up to admire his handiwork. your nipples were red and puffy, glistening with his saliva, just the way he liked them.
lando
[you're wearing haas lingerie]
lando sat at the kitchen table, sipping his coffee as you sauntered over, a sly smile playing on your lips. the early morning light danced across your curves, accentuating the lacy red and white lingerie hugging your body like a second skin.
his eyes widened as they roamed over your barely concealed assets, a flicker of lust igniting within him. but then, a shadow crossed his features, his brow furrowing in displeasure. he set down his cup with a clatter.
"you can't wear that," lando stated firmly, his voice low and commanding. "those colours aren't mine," he reached out, his fingers brushing against the delicate fabric of your lingerie, tracing the white stripes that contrasted so boldly with the deep crimson.
your cheeks flushed at lando's stern rebuke, but there was an undercurrent of excitement beneath your surprise. his touch sends shivers down your spine, the heat of his palm seeping through the thin lace.
"i thought... well, i wanted to show my support," you stammered, biting your lip. the intensity in his gaze made it hard to focus on anything else. lando leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "my team wears papaya, love. not this...american red and white." his hand slid lower, cupping your ass through the sheer material. "mclaren girls know how to dress properly."
he gave your rear a firm squeeze, pulling you flush against his growing arousal. "now, why don't you change into something more appropriate... for your boyfriend's taste?"
you trembled slightly under lando's dominant touch, your heart racing at the dark possession in his tone. the rough calluses on his fingers scraped deliciously against your sensitive skin as he groped you, "i'm sorry baby, i didn't mean to disrespect your team," you breathed, pressing yourself wantonly against the thick bulge now straining in his track pants. "i just wanted to look sexy for you..."
your hands slid up his muscular chest to loop around his neck. you arched your back, pushing your breasts together enticingly above the scalloped edge of your bra. the flimsy lace did little to conceal your hardening nipples.
"what if i told you i'd wear mclaren colours later? would that make you happy, handsome?" you purred sultrily, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.
a low growl rumbled in lando's chest as he felt your soft curves moulding against his abs. his large hands gripped your hips, kneading the supple flesh as he ground his cloth-covered erection against your core.
"that's more like it, princess," he murmured approvingly, nipping at your earlobe. "but i think you need a reminder of who you belong to first."
in one swift motion, lando stood, sweeping you up into his strong arms. he carried you bridal style towards the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them. depositing you on the plush mattress, he crawled over you with a predatory gleam in his eye.
"i'm going to fuck you so hard, you won't even remember what other colors look like," he promised darkly, hooking his thumbs into your panties.
oscar
[you're wearing alpine lingerie]
as oscar stepped through the front door of his melbourne childhood home, he's greeted by the tantalising sight of you standing before him in the foyer. your alpine lingerie clings to your curves, the pink and blue hues a bold statement against your skin. the delicate lace trim and sheer panels leave little to the imagination, showcasing your pert nipples and thighs.
oscar's eyes widen slightly as he takes in the provocative ensemble, a mix of surprise and arousal flickering across his features. he clears his throat, trying to maintain an air of nonchalance despite the obvious effect you're having on him.
"uh, nice... outfit?" he ventures hesitantly, his gaze drifting back to your body as if drawn by an unseen force. as oscar's eyes roam over your nearly naked form, you notice a visible bulge forming in his shorts. his cheeks flush a deep crimson, betraying his attempts to appear unaffected by your seductive display.
"i mean…you look... very pretty," oscar stammers, taking a tentative step closer. his voice drops an octave, heavy with desire. he reaches out a hand, lightly brushing a finger along the edge of the lingerie's lace trim. a shiver runs down your spine at the intimate contact, and you bite your lip to stifle a moan.
"i thought you'd appreciate the nod to my favourite f1 team," you reply coyly, arching an eyebrow, "even if you definitely don't share the same enthusiasm."
oscar chuckles softly, his touch lingering on the delicate fabric of your lingerie. "well, i suppose even a formula one driver can appreciate a beautiful woman, regardless of her allegiances." his other hand comes up to cup your chin, tilting your face towards his. oscar's lips brush against yours in a gentle, teasing kiss. when he pulls back, his eyes smoulder with barely contained lust.
oscar's hands slide down to grip your hips, pulling you flush against his rigid length. "but let's be real, baby," he murmurs against your ear, nipping at the lobe playfully. "you could wear the colours of any team and still manage to turn me on like this."
his hot breath fanning over your skin as he steps back to admire you fully. "wanna make me like alpine again?" oscar teases, his fingers trailing along your inner thigh, edging higher with each passing second. "because right now, all i can think about is how good you taste..."
he leans in, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss as his digits brush against your slick folds. oscar groans low in his throat, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your core. "christ, you're soaked already," he marvels, circling your clit with deliberate slowness. "maybe we should start with getting you out of those panties..."
george
[you're wearing vcarb lingerie]
the meeting room was filled with hushed conversations and stern faces as high-level executives debated new marketing strategies. amidst this sea of seriousness, you discreetly pulled out your phone, your heart racing with anticipation.
with a quick tap, you sent the provocative photo to george, which you had taken earlier this morning, before you had both left for work. in the image, you wore nothing but a lacy blue vcarb lingerie set, the delicate fabric clinging to your curves like a second skin. your breasts were barely contained within the cups, and the panties left little to the imagination.
as you hit send, a sly smile played on your lips. you knew the risks - what if someone noticed? what if george didn't respond right away? but the thrill of the clandestine act sent shivers down your spine.
minutes ticked by, each one an eternity as you waited for his reply.
suddenly, your phone buzzed with an incoming text. george's name flashed on the screen, accompanied by a winking emoji. your pulse quickened as you opened the message.
"i'm going to need a closer look at those vcarbs. official gpda business of course," he wrote, followed by several emojis, "meet me in the parking garage after the meeting."
a rush of heat flooded through you at his bold suggestion. this was definitely not part of your original plan, but the idea of sneaking off to indulge in some forbidden pleasure with your secret lover was too enticing to resist. you glanced around the room, ensuring no one had noticed your exchange. satisfied, you typed back, "i'll be waiting, but make it fast. we both know how strict they can be about employee conduct. especially with you,"
fifteen minutes later, the meeting adjourned and attendees began filing out of the conference room. you lingered behind, feigning interest in some marketing materials on the table while keeping a watchful eye on the clock. finally, the last stragglers departed, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the lingering scent of expensive leather. you gathered your things and made your way to the elevators, your heels clicking against the polished marble floor.
in the dimly lit parking garage, you spotted george leaning against his sleek silver mercedes. his eyes locked onto yours as you approached, a hungry gleam in their depths. he straightened up, his tailored suit accentuating his body.
"flattery will get you everywhere," you purred, pressing yourself against him. the cool metal of the car seemed to sear your skin as you moulded your body to george's. his arms wrapped around you, pulling you flush against his hard chest. george's hands roamed over your curves, tracing the edges of your blue lingerie. "i've been thinking about these all meeting," he whispered hotly in your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. without waiting for a response, george palmed his hands under your skirt, before slowly tugging down your panties, watching them as they fell to the floor. left bare before him, you felt a surge of vulnerability mixed with excitement.
"you look even more stunning than the photo," george murmured, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. george's gaze raked over your exposed flesh, his eyes darkened with lust, thumb grazed your clit, making you gasp.
"you're playing with fire here," you warned, even as your hips tilted forward, seeking more of his touch. "we could get caught..."
"but that's half the thrill, isn't it?" george countered, his fingers dipping beneath the skirt again to tease your slick folds. "imagine the scandal if we got caught fucking in the company garage."
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hi!! this is so random but just wondering how did u bypass tumblr's 10 picture limit?? a girl could use some help <33 thank you!!
hey queen, hope this helps you out!
tumblr's mobile app only allows 10 pics, whilst the website allows up to 30 pics - so i would recommend editing pictures on your laptop/computer.
i also like to combine images into one bigger file, e.g. for my asks the formatting is a bit dodgy with my header, so i just make it into one picture on canva (instead of the usual three)
love you fairy much (lh44)
pairing: dark fairy hunter!lewis hamilton x fairy!reader
summary: what does lewis love more than the chase for treasured fairy wings...
warnings: strangers to lovers and 18+, MDNI, NSFW -> smut ft. rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), possessive!lewis, breeding kink, innocence kink, reader doesn't know anything about sex, corruption kink
wc: 5077
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you flitted through the sun-dappled forest on iridescent wings, your gossamer gown fluttering and shimmering with each graceful movement. as a curious fairy, you delighted in teasing the humans who dared to venture into your woodland realm. most were kind travellers, eager to learn more about the fairy realm, whilst others were strange merchants, looking to sell you bubbling potions and wicked spells - most of which you simply casted back their way, leaving them with spikes in their eyes or tendrils of vines wrapped tightly around their throats. just all fun things :)
today, you had donned an especially adorable outfit - a scrap of sheer fabric barely concealing your breasts and hugging your curves. the other fairies favoured similar styles, so you happily followed suit, wanting to blend in with your peers. with a tinkling laugh, you darted between the ancient trees, leaving shimmering trails of pixie dust in your wake.
your destination for the day was a secluded glade renowned for its vibrant wildflowers. legend whispered that these blossoms held mystical properties, granting the gatherer immense beauty and allure. with an air of mischief, you intended to collect an assortment of the rarest hues to adorn your fairy home and perhaps entice a handsome suitor or two. as you happened upon a gnarled root, you paused to admire the ethereal beauty surrounding you - lush ferns unfurled like emerald fans, while dainty wild orchids bloomed in pastel shades.
suddenly, the sound of crunching leaves and snapping twigs echoed through the glade. your heart raced with trepidation as you sensed a powerful presence drawing near. as the sounds grow louder, you hide behind a wide oak tree, peeking out curiously. into view strode a tall, muscular man; he moved with the grace of a predator, his movements fluid and purposeful.
his muscular frame was clad in tight leather armour that accentuated every sculpted curve. in his hand, he gripped a wicked-looking silver dagger, its blade glinting menacingly in the dappled light. his upper face was shielded by a skull mask and when he turned to look in your direction, you gasped silently at the dark brown pits of his eyes. the stranger paused in the centre of the glade, surveying his surroundings with a keen gaze. his eyes fell upon the vibrant wildflowers and he smiled, a flash of white teeth against his dark skin. he knelt down to examine a particularly beautiful blossom, his large hand gently cupping the delicate petals.
you watched as he tugged some flowers from the ground, before bundling them up into a bouquet - a gorgeous artistic masterpiece, if you said so yourself. you poked your head out more, wanting to take a closer look at the flowers he had gathered, but as you leaned forward, your wings brushed against the oak leaves above you.
the man’s head snapped up, those intense brown eyes scanning the area until they locked onto your hiding spot. the man's deep voice rang out, echoing through the glade. "i know you're there, little one. come out and show yourself."
your heart skipped a beat as you realised the situation you were now in; lewis hamilton, the infamous fairy hunter, stood before you. his reputation most definitely preceded him - tales spoke of his unparalleled hunting skills and the countless fairy lives he'd claimed. and now here he was, mere feet away, those piercing brown eyes boring into you.
"well, well," he drawled, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "aren't you a pretty little thing? i've been searching for quite some time to find a specimen as... delectable as yourself." he took a step closer, his boots crunching against the forest floor, his hand spinning the dagger mockingly, while the other reached out towards you invitingly.
your wings began to flutter rapidly as you decided to put some distance between yourself and the approaching hunter. with a burst of speed, you darted through the air, weaving between the trees in a dizzying dance. behind you, the sound of pursuit began - heavy footfalls crushing undergrowth, laboured breathing, the occasional curse muttered under lewis’ breath as he gave chase.
your heart pounded in your chest, adrenaline surging through your veins. part of you knew you should keep flying until you reached the safety of the deepest parts of the forest or your home, but another part, a traitorously dark voice in the back of your mind, whispered that getting caught might not be so bad. especially if it meant ending up in the arms of such a man.
just as you rounded a tree in the forest, a strong arm suddenly snaked out and wrapped around your waist, yanking you off course. you let out a startled yelp as you found yourself pressed against a solid wall of muscle, lewis’ body pinning you to a broad tree trunk. his free hand came up to wrap firmly around your throat, tilting your chin up to force you to meet his intense gaze.
"gotcha," he growled, a triumphant smirk playing across his lips. "i've been chasing you little minx for a while now. did you really think you could outfly me?" his thumb brushed along your neck as he leaned in closer, his warm breath ghosting over the shell of your ear. "now, what shall i do with my pretty little prize?"
“please don't eat me, i know you disgusting humans do that,” you whined, trying to wriggle out of his hold against the tree, but your wings were being scratched up, so you stopped. lewis threw his head back and laughed, a rich, deep sound that sent shivers down your spine. "eat you? oh no, sweet thing. i have much more...appetising plans for a delectable morsel like you." his grip on your throat tightened slightly as his other hand slid down to grab a handful of your plush rear, squeezing the supple flesh possessively.
“owww!” you yelped, trying to crane your neck to see what he was doing, “wait what? you won't eat me...can i go then?”
lewis’ eyes gleamed with mischief and barely restrained hunger as he drank in the sight of your trembling form pinned beneath him. "go? oh, i don't think so, my little fairy. now that i have you right where i want you..." his tongue flicked out to trace the delicate shell of your ear before he nipped at the lobe, sending jolts of sensation straight to your core. "i'm going to take my time exploring every inch of this exquisite body."
with his hand tracing down your collarbone, he ripped open the front of your gossamer gown, exposing your pert breasts to the cool forest air. the other released your rear to slide up your side, calloused fingers skimming over the swell of your breast through the thin fabric of your gown. he cupped the soft mound, thumbing the pebbled peak of your nipple until it strained against the gauzy material. "mmmm, so responsive. i bet you're aching for my touch, aren't you?"
blushing wildly, you watched with awe as lewis cupped your breasts, rubbing them together, “nobody had ever touched me...what does that mean? do humans like to touch other humans?”
lewis's grin turned predatory as he drank in the sight of your trembling form, so innocent yet ripe for corruption. his corruption. "oh, my sweet little lamb," he purred, voice dripping with dark promise. his large, work-roughened hands began their sinister exploration, calloused palms dragging along the silken expanse of your thighs. they crept higher and higher, pushing the fabric of your gown up inch by tantalizing inch until cool air kissed the heated skin of your most intimate areas.
"you have no idea what delights await you, do you?" lewis growled, hot breath ghosting over the shell of your ear. one hand slid between your legs, cupping your mound possessively while the other wrapped around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your pulse jump.
he captured your lips in a searing kiss, plundering your mouth with his tongue as he backed you further against the tree. his knee nudged insistently between your legs, applying delicious pressure to your most sensitive areas. breaking the kiss, he trailed his lips down the column of your throat, sucking and nibbling at the delicate flesh. "i'm going to ruin you for anyone else," he growled against your skin.
"what are you doing to me?" you whimpered breathlessly, slender fingers tangling in lewis' dark hair. despite your words of protest, you found yourself unconsciously grinding your hips against his, craving more of the friction he was giving you.
lewis' fingers delved deeper down your body, stroking along your slick folds with maddeningly light touches. he circled your clit with the pad of his thumb, the bundle of nerves throbbing under his ministrations. "that's it, sweetheart. don't fight it. let the pleasure consume you."
leaning down, he drew one rosy peak into his hot mouth, suckling greedily as his tongue swirled around the sensitive bud. his fingers never ceased their relentless assault on your aching sex, pumping two digits knuckle-deep into your tight channel while his thumb continued its merciless circling of your clit.
his mouth left a trail of open-mouthed kisses and love bites across your collarbone and down to your other breast, giving it equal attention. all the while, his thumb maintained its torturous pace on your clit, alternating between firm circles and quick flicks. the obscene sounds of your arousal filled the air - the slick glide of his fingers in your soaked folds, your breathy moans and whimpers of overwhelmed bliss.
you trembled and writhed against the tree, your untouched body overwhelmed by the intense sensations. your hips buck erratically, trying to take lewis' invading fingers deeper. "ah! ah! l-lewisss...too much...i c-can't..."
but even as you protest, your inner walls flutter and clench around the digits stretching you open, drawing them in further. the coil of tension winds tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment. tears of overwhelming pleasure prick as you look up at lewis, completely lost to the ecstasy he's inflicting upon your body.
lewis drinks in the debauched sight of you - flushed cheeks, glazed eyes, full lips parted in silent cries of rapture. your response inflamed his desire to new heights. "shh, that's it baby. let go. i've got you," he crooned, voice rough with barely restrained lust. he redoubled his efforts, fingers pumping faster, harder, curling just right to hit that magic spot inside you with every thrust. his thumb pressed down hard on your clit, rubbing tight circles around the swollen nub.
sensing you were teetering on the edge, lewis sealed his lips over yours in a filthy kiss, swallowing your keening cries as he pushed you over the edge. his tongue plundered your mouth, mimicking the rhythm of his fingers fucking your spasming cunt.
lewis held you close as the waves of your first orgasm crashed over you, your untouched body convulsing in ecstasy. he gentled his touch, letting you ride out each aftershock, fingers still buried deep inside your fluttering sheath. as the last tremors faded, he slowly withdrew, bringing his glistening digits to his mouth to lick them clean with a low moan of appreciation.
"exquisite," he rumbled, dark eyes heavy-lidded with satisfaction and renewed hunger. "the taste of your innocence is ambrosial." in one swift motion, he hoisted you up again, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist as he pinned you more firmly against the tree.
mumbling, you ask lewis about the pressure out your core, leaving you to dig your hands into his shoulders. lewis chuckled lowly, grinding his hips against yours in a slow, deliberate roll. the rigid heat of his cock nestled perfectly against your sensitive folds, stoking the embers of your spent arousal back to life. "this, my sweet fairy, is what happens when a man wants a woman as badly as i want you." he punctuated his words with another purposeful thrust against your folds, letting you feel every thick inch of him.
large hands slid down to cup your ass, kneading the supple flesh as he supported your weight effortlessly. leaning in, he nipped at your earlobe before whispering hotly, "it's called an erection, darling. when a man is so aroused, his cock fills with blood and stiffens, ready to claim his lover."
“claim?” you mumble surprised, your eyes wandering to the thick muscle jutting out from his hips. the thick, veiny member stood proudly erect, pulsating with an insatiable hunger. the bulbous head was a deep, rich purple, oozing with precum that glistened in the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees.
the sight of lewis's imposing member took your breath away, its sheer size both intimidating and exhilarating. you could feel the heat radiating from his flesh, the musky scent of his arousal filling your nostrils and making your head spin with wanton desire.
lewis' eyes flashed with primal hunger at your innocent question. "yes, little one. to claim you, to make you mine in the most intimate way possible." he rolled his hips again, letting you feel the heavy throb of his desire.
"i'm going to fill this tight little pussy with my cock," he growled against your racing pulse. "stretch you wide and deep until you're screaming my name. pump you full of my seed until it takes root in your womb." his free hand delved between your bodies to rub the broad head of his shaft through your slick folds, coating himself in your essence.
you shivered and gasped as lewis marked your tender skin, leaving a trail of reddening hickeys. thighs quivering around his waist - holding on very tightly you were - as jolts of electricity seem to shoot straight to your core from his teasing touches. "i-i don't understand..." you whimpered confusedly, even as you arched into his possessive hold. "what do you mean, 'until it takes root'?"
despite your innocence, lewis’ words ignites something deep within you, a yearning you don’t fully comprehend but desperately crave. your hips writhe instinctively, trying to draw him closer, to ease the ache building once more in your neglected sex. lewis groaned as your hips rolled against his, the friction delicious torture. he could feel your confusion warring with awakening need, your body responding to instincts older than time itself. "shh, don't think, just feel," he coaxed, voice a dark rumble. "when i say it will take root, i mean i'm going to fill this sweet cunt with so much cum, it might quicken in your belly."
he notched the broad crown of his cock against your entrance, letting you feel how he would split you open on his thick length. "breed you, make you swell with my child. claim you so thoroughly, everyone will know who you belong to." with a flex of his hips, he breached you shallowly, just the tip sinking into your scorching heat.
your high-pitched keen echoed through the forest as lewis' thick tip stretched your virgin entrance. muscles fluttered and clenched around the intrusion, trying to draw him deeper despite the initial burn of the stretch. tears of overwhelmed sensation pricked at the corners of your eyes but were quickly replaced by hazy bliss as you adjusted to the foreign feeling of fullness.
"fuck, so tight," lewis grunted, jaw clenched with the effort of holding back. he savored the exquisite squeeze of your silken walls for a long moment before slowly withdrawing until just the tip remained inside, then pushing forward again with a bit more force. each shallow thrust worked him deeper, your copious arousal easing the way as he claimed your innocence inch by excruciating inch.
he set a steady rhythm, working his thick shaft deeper into your clutching heat with each roll of his hips. the wet squelch of your sex filled the air, punctuated by your breathy moans and his guttural groans. he angled his thrusts to hit that spot inside you with every pass, determined to wring every drop of pleasure from your responsive body.
one large hand slid under your thigh to hitch your leg higher on his hip, opening you wider for his possession. the new angle allowed him to sink impossibly deeper, the coarse hairs at the base of his cock tickling your sensitive folds. "that's it, take it all like a good fairy," he praised huskily, sweat beading on his brow from the strain of holding back his release.
lewis' gaze flicked to your wings, now fluttering wildly with the intensity of your shared passion. the delicate membranes seemed to pulse in time with your racing heartbeat, a visible manifestation of your growing pleasure. "your wings are so responsive, little fairy," he murmured appreciatively, reaching out to trace a finger along the leading edge. "they quiver like the rest of you, just desperate for more."
emboldened by your reaction, he captured one wing in his large hand, stroking and caressing the sensitive material. his touch sent sparks of electricity dancing across your nerves, adding a new dimension to the overwhelming sensations consuming you. at the same time, he increased the pace of his thrusts, driving into you with deep, powerful strokes that had your back arching off the tree trunk.
lewis groaned deeply, feeling you grip him like a vice as he drove his cock deeper into your willing body. your desperate pleas for more only spurred him on, his hips snapping forward with increased ferocity. "yes, take it all, little fairy," he rasped, one hand reaching up to roughly palm your bouncing breast. he pinched and rolled your nipple between his fingers, the added stimulation causing you to keen loudly.
lewis leaned in, capturing your mouth in another searing kiss as he continued to pound into you, his thick shaft stroking your cervix with each powerful thrust. lewis growled into the kiss, the taste of your submission fueling his desire. his tongue plundered your mouth, dominating and claiming every inch. the wet sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echoed in the forest as he continued his relentless assault on your senses.
"yes, scream for me, you filthy girl," he grunted, angling his hips to hit that special spot inside you with every deep stroke. his hand on your breast pinched harder, sending jolts of pleasure-pain straight to your core. "this greedy cunt was made for my cock, wasn't it? made to be stretched and used for my pleasure." lewis broke the kiss to trail his lips down your neck, biting and sucking dark marks into your skin. he wanted everyone to see, to know that you belonged to him now - his personal fairy to ruin as he saw fit.
lost in a haze of lust, you could only moan brokenly as lewis took you with animalistic fervour. each powerful thrust sent shockwaves of ecstasy through your trembling body, stoking the inferno building in your core.
"yes, yes, yes! don't stop!" you wailed, fingernails raking down his back hard enough to leave red welts. your hips bucked wildly to meet his, taking him impossibly deeper. the coil of tension wound tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment.
"i'm... i'm going to..." you panted desperately, inner muscles starting to convulse around his pistoning shaft. tears of overwhelming sensation leaked from the corners of your eyes as you teetered on the knife's edge of release, "please, lewis! use me, ruin me, i'm yours!"
"come for me, now!" lewis barked, his voice a dark, commanding growl. he punctuated his demand with a particularly brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside your spasming heat. his fingers dug into the meat of your hips hard enough to bruise as he held you in place, using your body like his personal cock sleeve. lewis' own release approached rapidly, balls drawing up tight as your velvety walls rippled along his length.
"that's it, milk my cock like the desperate cumslut you are!" he snarled through gritted teeth, hips snapping erratically as he chased his high. "scream my name as i fill this needy cunt with my seed!"
"lewis!" you screamed, back arching sharply as your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. your vision whited out, every nerve ending igniting with mind-numbing pleasure. your pussy clamped down hard on his pistoning cock, rhythmically squeezing and massaging his shaft as if trying to wring out every last drop of his cum.
lewis let out a feral roar as your pussy vise-gripped his cock, the rhythmic squeezing and gushing flood triggering his own explosive climax. with a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside your spasming channel. his heavy balls drew up tight and then pulsed as he began to paint your insides white with his seed.
"fuck yes! take it all you perfect little fairy slut!" he bellowed, hips jerking erratically as spurt after spurt of hot, virile cum pumped directly into your unprotected womb. the sheer volume was staggering - it seemed like he would never stop coming, filling you to overflowing with his potent essence.
even as the last weak spurts dribbled out, lewis kept you pinned, ensuring not a single drop escaped your stuffed hole.
as the final tremors of your shared climax faded, lewis slumped against you, pinning you to the tree with his larger frame. both of you were panting heavily, chests heaving as you struggled to catch your breath. a fine sheen of sweat coated your skin, making it glisten in the dappled forest light.
slowly, almost reluctantly, he pulled out of your abused hole with a wet squelch. a river of pearly white semen immediately began to leak out, dripping obscenely down your thighs. he watched in satisfaction as your gaping, twitching cunt tried valiantly to close around nothing, still fluttering like your wings, weakly from the aftershocks.
"there we go," he rumbled, voice rough with spent passion. "marked you inside and out now. everyone will smell my claim on you."
boneless and sated, your legs wobbled precariously as you slumped against the rough bark of the tree trunk, barely able to hold yourself upright. every movement sent pleasant aftershocks zinging through your nerve endings, a delicious ache settling deep in your core - a physical reminder of the thorough claiming you had just endured.
your chest heaved with ragged breaths, sweat-dampened skin glistening in the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy above. your wings hung limply at your sides, the delicate membranes twitching occasionally.
lewis's words finally penetrated the haze of post-coital bliss, causing a pretty flush to bloom across your cheeks. you ducked your head shyly, suddenly acutely aware of your nakedness and vulnerability. the way he said 'claim', so possessively and definitively, sent a shiver down your spine.
"i... i mean, we can't just..." you started to protest weakly, but your voice trailed off uncertainly.
lewis chuckled lowly, a deep, rumbling sound of masculine satisfaction. his eyes glittered with amusement and undisguised desire as he drank in the sight of you - flushed, dishevelled, and marked with the evidence of your coupling. finding your sudden coyness utterly endearing after the shameless way you'd begged for his cock mere moments before, he reached out to gently but firmly tilt your chin up with the tip of his finger.
"oh but we can, little fairy," he purred, his voice a low, seductive rasp dripping with smug male pride. "and we did. your sweet, needy little cunt is absolutely drenched in my seed right now. there's no use denying the truth - your body knows who it belongs to." tracing his fingers through the mess leaking from your slit, he gathered a generous amount of your combined cum, bringing the slick digits to your face, pressing them against your closed lips. a breathy whimper escaped you, the intimate taste of your combined juices sending a shockwave of renewed desire straight to your core. your tongue darted out instinctively, lapping at the offered digits with kittenish licks. the heady, musky flavour burst across your taste buds - an erotic cocktail of your most intimate essences mingling together.
"mmmm, that's it baby girl," lewis groaned appreciatively, his half-lidded eyes dark with lust as he watched you, "taste how perfectly we are together. how your greedy little holes were made to milk my cock."
he pushed his fingers deeper past your lips, coating your tongue thoroughly before withdrawing with a wet pop. a string of saliva connected his fingertips to your bottom lip briefly before breaking.
you hums around his fingers, eyes fluttering shut, savouring the taste. when you open them again, they're hazy with rekindling desire, pupils blown wide and dark with need. slowly, almost hypnotically, you begin to suckle his fingers clean, hollowing cheeks and swirling your tongue around each digit. lewis groans, eyes darkening once again as he watches you clean his fingers. the sight of your pink little tongue lapping at his digits, coupled with the lewd sounds you make, has his spent cock already starting to stir with interest once more.
"that's it, good girl," he praises huskily, pressing his fingers deeper into the warm cavern of your mouth. "such an eager little thing, aren't you? already ready for more." his other hand slides down to palm your ass possessively, kneading the soft globe and pulling you flush against him. you can feel the growing bulge of his reawakening erection nudging insistently against your belly.
“i think this greedy body of yours needs another thorough claiming,” lewis rumbles, voice thick with renewed desire.
“wait...do i need to tell the fairy elders about this?” you gasp, placing a hand against his thick biceps.
lewis paused, a flicker of surprise crossing his handsome features at your question before it was quickly replaced by a wicked, devilish grin. he leaned in close, his lips brushing maddeningly against the delicate shell of your ear as he spoke in a low, conspiratorial murmur.
"tell the elders? oh darling, where would be the fun in that?" he purred, his hot breath fanning across your sensitive skin and eliciting a full-body shudder from you. "no, i think what transpired between us here should remain our own special secret, don't you agree?"
as if to punctuate his words, lewis’ large hand slid from the plush curve of your ass, tangling his fingers in the strands of your hair.
lewis’ lips curved into a wicked smirk against your skin as he continued his sensual assault, punctuating each word with a nip or kiss. "besides," he purred, voice muffled and low, "i have a feeling you rather enjoyed our little rendezvous. the way you mewled so sweetly, begged so prettily to be stuffed full..."
his wandering hand drifted higher, fingertips ghosting feather-light over the swell of your breast, teasing the sensitive skin. lewis pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes blazing with mischief and barely contained hunger. they raked over your face hungrily, taking in every detail of your debauched expression.
"i bet a naughty part of you wants to keep this our deliciously dirty secret too," he rumbled, voice dropping to a seductive growl.
“to sneak away and let me ravish you whenever the urge strikes us both,”
“yes lewis...when can i see you again then?” you gasp, grinding against this thigh once more
lewis groaned deeply, a guttural sound of pure masculine need, as you breathed his name like a prayer. your obvious desperation only stoked the flames of his own raging desire. he bucked his hips forward, grinding the thick, rigid line of his erection against your quivering stomach. even through the thin barrier of his trousers, you could feel the scorching heat of him, the impressive girth straining against the confines of the fabric.
"soon, my insatiable little minx," he promised darkly, his voice a low, rough rasp edged with barely restrained hunger. "very, very soon." lewis’ grip on your hair tightened possessively as he held your gaze with smouldering intensity. "meet me at the western border of the woods tomorrow night."
lewis captured your lips in a searing, dominating kiss, his tongue plunging deep to claim every inch of your mouth. he poured all his ravenous hunger and dark promises into the passionate embrace, kissing you until your knees went weak and your head spun with dizzying desire. when he finally released you, you were left panting and aching, your lips swollen and tingling from the intensity of his kiss.
"until then," lewis murmured huskily against your kiss-bruised lips, giving your plump bottom lip a sharp, teasing nip. his eyes glinted with mischief and wicked intent. "try not to slip your hand between your thighs too many times while imagining it's me touching you. i know how badly this needy little body craves my attention."
you tilt your head, batting your lashes up at him with wide-eyed innocence even as a faint blush colours your cheeks, “touching myself? what's that, lewis?” your voice coming out breathy and uncertain, belying the molten heat pooling low in your belly at lewis’ heated words and bold touches.
he chuckles darkly at your innocence, shaking his head in amused disbelief. he leans in close, voice lowering to a sinful whisper, “oh you sweet, naive little thing. touching yourself means playing with this pretty pink pussy,” he purrs, cupping your mound possessively, “...and rubbing these soft petals until you're writhing and moaning, begging for release,”
lewis grinds the heel of his palm against your clothed sex, applying delicious pressure, “i know you'll be tempted to do just that, imagining it's my hands on you instead. my fingers filling you, stretching you…”
but he dips his head to nip at your earlobe, tugging it gently with his teeth, “but you'd better not, understand? this greedy cunt belongs to me now,”
you nod eagerly, watching as lewis’ pupils blow out once against with darkened lust. he smirks at your breathy agreement, pleased by your submission. he rewards you with a firm grind of his palm against your core, relishing the needy whimper it elicits.
“until tomorrow night then, my insatiable little fairy,” he growls, voice dripping with dark promise, “dream of me...and try to behave until i can get my hands on you again,”
lewis turns to leave, pausing to look back over his shoulder with a roguish wink, “don't keep me waiting too long, sweetheart. you know how impatient i get...and how thoroughly i punish naughty girls who make me wait,”
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