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alice, british, twenty six, massive daydreamer, harry styles, formula one, criminal minds re-watcher, cats, horror films, boybands, sports enthusiast, tmi girlie, avid concert goer, seasoned fanfic writer back from the one direction days

thank you so much sweet pea <3 here you go lover

him making you hot drinks at night, bringing them to you with little doe-like eyes

"i missed you today"

and he'd snuggle against you as you'd be reading some sort of book, or watching something mindlessly on your phone, head against your chest as he'd pretend to be interested in whatever you were doing but truthfully he just wanted to be close to you

riding his thigh after a long day

just using him to chase some sort of release

DATE NIGHTS DATE NIGHTS

you either went to the fanciest restaurant in your city and had a five course taster menu, or stayed at home all cuddled up on the sofa watching your favourite tv show

but he'd always get you something

whether that be a bouquet of flowers or a small dainty necklace - just something to show how he'd been thinking of you

and you'd of course treat him back

usually picking up little trinkets and keepsakes for him whenever you were travelling

"this made me think of you"

telling each other that you loved one another at literally any given time

no matter who you were with or where you were

"i love you so much, you know that right?"

Okay but he'd fuck his cum back into you, two fingers scooping up his own seed as he'd stuff it back inside of you. Hissing to himself at the way you clenched around his fingers, your clit all soaked and puffy after being practically railed through the mattress until you saw blistering white.

"Can't let one drop go to waste- need you to be full of me baby. Gonna' plug you up so you don't lose one drop-" He'd babble and whine, whimpering at the way you sucked his fingers into you, knuckle deep and wide eyed as you'd ride his hand in search of another orgasm. You'd be so spent, so tired, rocking your hips to the rhythm of his wrist as you mewled and clawed at his shoulder as a silent way of saying please.

Okay okay okay but imagine they're just taking it turns to absolutely ruin you, like you've cum at least three times and you are utterly spent. Completely pliant beneath their touches as they coax each other on, whining and whimpering at you that you can take more, that you will take more because they just love filling you up so much.

And George has your mouth wrapped around him whilst Lando is behind you, two fingers deep as he'd be dragging another orgasm from your sopping cunt. Just desperate to cum again as you feel the familiar knot building in your stomach.

"That's it baby, you love the way you're taking me-" Lando would say through gritted teeth, his cock leaking pre-cum at just the feeling of you wrapping around his fingers. So snug and tight.

But George wouldn't like the way your body responded to Lando - oh no, he'd be jealous that it wasn't him filling you up. So just as quick as you were riding Lando's hand you'd be empty again, flipped onto your back as you'd bite down on George's bicep at the feeling of his cock slipping inside of you.

🪽anon i like your thinking - ps i didn't know if you wanted smutty or fluffy so have both! <3

playing with his hair at any given moment

when he's cooking and you're kind of just snuggled against his back with your fingers toying with the strands at the nape of his neck

plaiting it <3 much to his annoyance as he jokingly complains it knots all of his hair!!!

whining in your ear about how badly he wants you

and he'd get you

over and over until you're practically pushing him off you because you're so cock drunk and overstimulated

the aftercare always being so slow and peaceful

"c'mon baby, let's get you in the shower"

kneeling on the floor of the shower as he'd wipe you down

the water just at the right temperature as it'd wash away the sweat that had draped over your bodies

holding his hand to steady yourself because you could literally fall asleep right there and then

showering with oscar anyway

giggling when the suds got in your eyes

searching for the towel as he'd playfully hide it behind his back

"baby i don't know what you mean i haven't got the towel!"

bedtime routines down to a T

he'd bring you a hot drink to help wind you down, resetting the bed with the cushions on the floor and the duvet pulled back

putting a hot water bottle between the covers when it was cold or your time of the month :(

rubbing your back to help you get to sleep

"That's it baby you can take it," His thumb rubbed circles against your puffy clit as you whimpered uncontrollably at the thought of cumming again. But of course Oscar was there, his length stilling inside of you as you clenched harshly, "Feel that baby? All for you. It's all for you lover."

He'd be above you, one hand between your thighs as the other one held you by your chin so that you couldn't escape his gaze. He wanted you to look at him whilst you came over and over; whether it was on his fingers or his cock. His hair falling between his eyes with every slow, deliberate snap of his hips, "That's my good girl, taking me so well. So so well for me my pretty."

Lando Norris’s first creampie with you and being obsessed with it 😝

the way you thought of ME is extraordinary i literally adore every single one of u <3 my heart the past few days has been nothing short of full i love u

This was the first time properly feeling you, no protection, and who knew that it would feel so different. So intimate and raw.

Your legs would be wrapped around his waist, pulling him ever-so closer to you in way that had you clawing happily at his back. His moans falling in unison with his sloppy thrusts as he edged closer and closer to spilling inside of you. And fuck, you couldn't control yourself; your pussy clenching the soul out of him with every ragged rock of his hips.

"Gonna' cum, tell me I can cum-" He'd groan, his head resting between the valley of your breasts as you felt his hot, sticky breath fan over your bare skin. And so you did, with a half breathy whimper you'd instruct him to cum - locking your ankles so that he couldn't cum anywhere but inside of you.

Like magic he'd feel his orgasm wash over him, his forehead against your breast-bone as he gazed at where your bodies met, obsessed with the way his cock slid in and out of you, thick with your excitement. He'd shift back slowly, letting his length slip out of you with a whine of frustration because you were so close; his stare dropping to your exposed heat as he'd study it.

Fixated on the way you clenched around nothing, his seed dripping lazily from your hole as you fisted the bed-sheets beneath you, "Lan' do something..."

The first time he ever paid attention to your breasts was nothing short of euphoric.

"So perfect," He'd whine against your chest as you'd squeeze your tits together so he could pepper open-mouthed kisses to the bare skin. And you'd be holding the back of his neck, fingertips tugging at the loose curls that were growing out as you'd whine, desperate for his lips to latch onto you and give you some sort of release. His eyes searching yours, almost for permission, as he'd lean in close, your nipple tickling his lips, "Tell me they're all mine."

So you would. Babbling it like it was the only thing you knew to say, practically begging him to do something as his tongue would trace around the circle of your nipple. Dipping between the valley of your breasts before finally suckling one into his mouth. His tongue stroking over the sensitive nub as he'd coax whimpers from you, similar to the exact kind that were falling from his full mouth.

And you'd soon find that he had a ever-growing obsession with your tits. Often sneaking his hands beneath the material of your shirt so he could paw at them at his own discretion; or the way he'd pin you down as he'd stroke himself above you, cursing your name and emptying his load onto your chest as you'd breathlessly moan at the scene that just unfolded before your very eyes.

You'd had the day from hell and all you really wanted in that moment was Lando.

Standing in the doorway with your arms crossed over your chest you watched him tap away at his games controller, muttering under his breath as the graphics jumped on the screen. You didn't intend to disturb him, just simply being close to him was enough in this instance: but he held out an arm towards you, and invite for you to come closer.

And he knew you'd had a rough day - the slamming of the doors, the cursing under your breath, the accidental smashed mug in the kitchen bin. But he knew better than to nag you to tell him what was wrong so he'd wrap an arm around your waist, pulling you just that little closer at he rested your head against your chest.

Neither of you had to say anything; Lando's foot catching the wheel of his other gaming chair as he pulled it towards the two of you, a silent way of asking you to sit with him for a bit. And his hand would find yours, stroking his thumb over the curve of your knuckles in a way that said don't worry I'm here.

Your legs stretching over his as he'd place his controller on top of your calves, soothing over your material cladded legs with a lopsided, soft smile on his lips. He'd make some silly joke about the game he was playing and you wouldn't really get it but you'd giggle away anyway, catching the glint in his eyes as he leaned in, pausing his game.

"I fucking love you." Was all he needed to say for a single tear to roll down your cheeks. And you'd feel so stupid and small, wiping it away with the back of your hand as he'd coo, peppering kisses over your jaw as he'd wipe the tears with the pad of his thumb, "Now what's got my girl so upset, hm?"

You'd just babble on about how your day started bad and got progressively worse and of course he'd nod in all the right places, continue to wash away your tears with his thumb and kiss the corners of your mouth as you swallowed harshly. Trying your hardest not to cry.

"This stays on." You tapped against Oscar's helmet as he gazed at you with a glint in his eye - oh this was a new thing for you.

Usually you'd rip it from him, desperate to feel his lips against yours after a race. But today you couldn't deny the aching between your thighs at the sight of him all dressed up. Helmet included.

You'd be straddling him in some quiet part of the paddock, most of the team already finishing up for the day and on their way home. But here you were - unable to keep your hands to yourself as you tugged at his racing suit, unzipping the material just enough for you to slide a hand down to where he needed you most.

"You drive me crazy when you wear this..." You'd mutter, letting your thoughts drift elsewhere as you'd kiss at his clothed chest with lazy, open mouthed kisses. He'd hum against you, bucking his hips to meet your clothed heat in search of some sort of friction, anything that would make this burning desire deep in his stomach disintegrate.

There'd be no time for foreplay, your cheeks already burning at the idea of being caught, so you'd make do with pumping him a few times, earning a muffled moan from inside his helmet. Your choice of a skirt would be a wise decision as you hiked it up your thighs, Oscar's voice catching in his throat as he went to whine for you to hurry up.

Your underwear would be simply pulled to the side as you'd sink onto his length, the delicious stretch that you knew so well making you slightly delirious before you'd even taken his whole length. And you could hear him cursing from within his helmet, his eyes burning into you as he watched your chest rise up and down. Either hand on your thighs as he'd steady you, guiding your sweet pussy up and down his cock.

And the ache would be insatiable. Oscar's whines growing louder as you increased the speed, your bounces and rocks drawing incoherent drool from your throat as you pawed at his chest relentlessly.

When his fingers dropped to between your bodies, rubbing soft circles against your clit, you swore you started to see heaven. The thick knot in your stomach becoming tighter and tighter with every stroke of that sweet spot inside of you.

"Baby- please-" He'd groan, fingertips pressing harshly against you as he earned a straight up animalistic moan from you, your lungs deprived of air as you felt your mind start to spin. And he'd start to help you rock, leading you into a rougher rhythm as you bounced away, skin slapping against skin as you clawed at the damned material covering his lower abdomen.

Half of you wished to rip the helmet from him so you could kiss your way through your orgasm but you knew just the sight alone of him all suited up was making the excitement between your legs grow quicker and wetter. Barely able to move you clenched around his thick length, head strung back as he coaxed you through your orgasm.

this is so sweet thank u so much for supporting me and being here!!! adore you so much lover. hope you enjoy, i love writing any munch piece <3