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Before the show begins ( synopsis ) :
Oscar has a secret, hes been reading smut fics about you.
Worse? He liked them.
Worst? You found out
Suddenly, qualifying isn't the only thing he's losing control over.
Designer notes : well. just so yall know, this was a request, so the liability is spread between me and the filthy anon <33. anyway, enjoy, wear your seatbelts.
Oscar knows it’s wrong before he even scrolls to the second paragraph.
He’s in bed, half-covered by a fleece hotel blanket, warm glow of his phone screen lighting up his face like a confession booth. The room is dead silent except for the flick of his thumb and the occasional buzz of someone’s Instagram story in the background.
He should close the tab. Should’ve stopped when he first saw the headline,
Oscar Piastri x Teammate!Reader - she calls him ‘good boy’ and makes him cry on her strap.
He didn’t even know what a reader insert was until this moment.
Now it’s all he can think about.
It started innocently enough. Someone posted a TikTok edit with your name tagged, something about “she’d dominate him and he’d thank her,” and Oscar-dumb, curious, unable to help himself-searched the tag.
Five minutes later, he had a burner tumblr account, three open tabs, and a new understanding of the phrase subby boy.
He shouldn’t be reading this. He really shouldn’t be hard over it.
But he is.
Your name is written right there. He can hear your voice when he reads it, the snarky way you’d tease him if you ever knew what was on his screen.
“Oscar, baby, you gonna come just from humping my thigh like that?”
He jerks his hips without meaning to.
“So needy. You’re getting my seat all messy. That what you want? You want me to find out you’ve been getting off to this all week, sweet thing?”
His hand slips under the waistband of his boxers like muscle memory.
“You’re gonna come for me, aren't you? Say it. Say who’s got you like this.”
He groans, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. His hips stutter. He grabs a pillow and buries his face in it, shame already rising up in his throat like a wave.
It’s so fucked.
You’re his teammate.
You race for the same team, live next door in the same hotel, breathe the same press briefings-and here he is, rutting into his hand with your name in his head and a smutty paragraph open at 1:12am.
He knows it won’t be the last time.
His chest tightens as he works himself faster, thighs twitching under the sheets. He thinks about your legs in your fireproofs. Thinks about your mouth when you’re pissed off, the curve of your grin when you’re winning. The way your helmet comes off all slow and smug when you beat him to pole.
He thinks about what you’d say if you caught him like this.
“You’re so gross, Osc. Jerking off to porn about me?”
His breath hitches. He’s close now, biting down hard to stay quiet. The story’s hit the part where you call him your good little driver, and it tips him over the edge like a slap to the face.
He comes hard, stomach slick, chest heaving. His whole body curls up as the guilt crashes down.
He turns off his phone without finishing the chapter.
The next morning, you’re up before him, half-stretching in the motorhome kitchenette, humming something off-key with a half-finished coffee in hand. Your fireproof undershirt clings to your ribs, and he has to look away before he does something humiliating.
Like stare.
Or remember how last night ended.
You barely glance up. “You good?”
He blinks. “What?”
“You look like you got hit by a bus.”
Oscar clears his throat and runs a hand through his hair. “Didn’t sleep well.”
You narrow your eyes. “Did you eat?”
He nods.
“Hydrate?”
He points to the water bottle in his hand.
You cross your arms. “Are you dying?”
“Not that I know of.”
You hum suspiciously but let it go. He breathes out in relief.
What he doesn’t expect is for the shame to linger. He’d hoped last night was a one-time thing, a stupid late-night urge he could laugh about later and never revisit. But the link’s still open in his Safari tabs, and now that he’s seen it-read it-he can’t stop thinking about you like that.
Which is a problem.
Because it’s race weekend. And you're his teammate.
And he cannot stop getting hard every time you say his name.
By that afternoon, he’s cooked.
There’s no other word for it. You’re on form, cracking jokes with your engineers, walking around in your half-zipped race suit like you own the world. Meanwhile, Oscar’s stuttering through every team radio check and barely holding a conversation without his brain flashing back to “Chapter 7: Oscar Loses a Bet and Has to Call You Mommy.”
He’s so deeply, absurdly fucked.
And it gets worse.
Because in FP2, he spins. Like, actually spins. Something he hasn’t done since his rookie season. You buzz through comms to ask if he's okay, and your voice-warm, smug, you-makes him short-circuit so badly he nearly stalls in the gravel.
You tease him about it after. Light, easy. “Little early to be testing the limits, don’t you think?”
He mumbles something. Doesn’t meet your eyes.
You blink. “Oscar?”
“Yeah.”
You stare at him for a beat too long. “You sure you're okay?”
He nods too quickly.
Your gaze drops to the phone in his lap. You tilt your head. “You’ve been glued to that all day. What are you even looking at?”
He scrambles to close the tab. “Just- Instagram.”
You raise a brow. “Is that code for porn now?”
He chokes. “What? No-”
But it’s too late. You’re already walking off, giggling under your breath.
Oscar leans back in his seat and exhales like he's been waterboarded.
Qualifying comes, and somehow, he pulls it together.
Barely.
You’re fast-really fast-but for once, so is he. The setup suits him, the grip feels right, and he somehow finds an extra tenth in the final sector. His lap is clean, confident, surgical. It earns him P1, just ahead of you in P2.
He expects you to be pissed.
He doesn't expect to hear you yelling before he even steps out of parc fermé.
The moment the engineers wrap up checks, he bolts. Doesn't wait for the press pen, doesn’t glance back toward the garage. He sprints for his motorhome like he’s trying to escape a war crime.
He throws himself onto the couch, ripping off his racing gear, breath still sharp in his chest, phone clutched in hand. The second the door clicks shut, he pulls it up again-like a masochist.
The fic is still open. Half-read. Tab 3 out of 14.
He scrolls.
“Oscar’s hips are jerking helplessly, whimpering into your shoulder as you whisper how pretty he sounds when he begs-”
The door swings hard behind you.
Oscar jolts like he’s been shot mid-scroll, phone tumbling out of his hand and skidding to the floor screen-up. You stare down at him, hairline damp from your helmet, suit tied around your waist, chest still heaving from adrenaline and rage and maybe-maybe-some faint suspicion.
“What the fuck, Piastri?”
He bolts upright, like you’re here to slap him with a tire iron. “Hi,” he tries, voice high and guilty.
You pick it up.
He scrambles upright like he can run. He can’t. You’re already across the room before he’s even on his feet.
“You didn’t even debrief,” you spit. “You out-qualified me and ran away. You’ve been weird the whole weekend and you can’t even look me in the fucking eye-”
Oscar opens his mouth to lie.
Your eyes drop to the couch, where his phone lies face-up-still unlocked. A glowing rectangle of doom.
You stop.
He stops breathing.
Because there, clear as day, screen lit like divine intervention, is a browser tab. Not locked. Not swiped away. Fully open.
“Paddock Heat: Oscar Piastri x Teammate!Reader (NSFW)”
Chapter 9: He Can’t Stop Coming and She Makes It Worse
You blink once.
Oscar lunges for the phone.
You get there first.
Silence. Heavy. Radiating like a bomb that hasn’t gone off yet.
You scroll with two fingers. Read a sentence. Blink again.
“She’s got one hand around his throat and the other buried between his legs, cooing in his ear about how pretty he looks when he begs.”
You look up, stunned. “Chapter nine?”
Oscar makes a noise that sounds like death.
You take a step closer. He backs into the couch like he thinks you’re going to beat him with it.
“I-” he stammers, voice cracking. “I didn’t think-I wasn’t gonna-please just give it back-”
You dodge his hand. “This is filthy.”
His face is scarlet. “Can we-can you not-”
“I mean-who wrote this? They have talent.”
“Stop, please.”
You look up. “You’ve been jerking off to me.”
He says nothing. Just squeezes his eyes shut like maybe he’ll wake up in a cold sweat, find this was all a nightmare, and never have to face the reality that you just found his smut stash.
You grin, slow and wicked.
“Oh my god, Oscar. You’ve been edging yourself to fanfiction about me for how long?”
“I don’t-” he groans. “Can you not-”
“You’ve been acting like a kicked puppy all weekend and it’s because you’re sexually haunted by some girl on AO3 who gave you a begging kink.”
“Look-.”
You drop onto the couch next to him, still holding his phone. “You’ve been so distracted…”
He covers his face. “Please shut up.”
“…So red in the face every time I said your name…”
“Oh my god.”
“…So twitchy on comms…”
He growls into his hands.
You tap the screen. “Did you-like, last night. When I heard something through the wall. Was that-”
He slumps into the seat like a corpse. “Yes.”
You blink. “You came on your stomach thinking about me?”
His voice is so quiet. “Yes.”
You toss the phone gently to the cushion beside you. “Wow.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“For being horny?” you tease. “Bit late for that.”
You shift your hips and lean in, close enough to see his throat bob.
“I didn’t think you thought of me like that,” you murmur.
Oscar swallows. “I didn’t think you’d ever want to know.”
“Mm,” you hum, tipping your head. “Maybe I would’ve if you’d said something.”
He finally looks up. “What?”
You shrug. “If you’d just told me.”
A beat. A breath.
Oscar stares at you like he’s trying to solve a puzzle. “Wait. You’re not mad?”
You laugh. “Why would I be mad?”
“I thought-I thought you’d think it was creepy or pathetic or-”
“I think it’s hot,” you interrupt.
His mouth snaps shut.
“I think the fact that you’ve been reading smut about me for three nights straight and hiding it like a dirty little secret is really, really hot.”
He doesn’t speak.
You shift closer, knees brushing his. “What I don’t think is fair is that you’ve been getting off to me, and I haven’t gotten anything out of it.”
Oscar’s lips part, but no sound comes out.
“Do you want me to fix that?”
And finally-finally-he moves.
Fast.
He grabs your hips and pulls you into his lap like instinct. You straddle him without hesitation, chest against his, his hands gripping so tight you gasp.
“I’ve wanted this for so fucking long,” he breathes.
You smile against his jaw. “Then take it.”
He crashes his mouth to yours.
The kiss is messy, frantic, all teeth and tongue and tension that’s been brewing since preseason. He groans when your hands slide under his shirt, muscles twitching under your palms.
“You’re so fucking smug about it too,” he mutters against your mouth. “Walking around in that suit like you don’t know what you do to me.”
“I didn’t,” you pant. “Not until now.”
“Liar.”
He flips you onto your back, couch cushions shifting beneath you, and pins your wrists above your head.
You blink up at him, dazed.
His voice drops. “Tell me if you want to stop.”
You bite your lip. “I really don’t.”
His mouth crashes into yours again, rougher now. One hand drops to tug your undershirt up over your chest, baring skin he’s clearly fantasized about a thousand times.
He sucks a mark into your neck, groaning when your hips buck against his.
“Fuck,” he pants. “Need you. Right now.”
He moves further down your body, kissing a hot, searing line down your stomach, lips ghosting over the band of our underwear.
And then his mouth is on you. Through the already damp material, tongue trying desperately to memorise your taste beyond the article
“Wanna tease me?” he says, voice dangerously low. “Let’s see if you can still form a sentence when I’m done with you.”
Oscar pushes your thighs impossibly further apart, hooking your knees over his shoulders, muscles rippling as your heels rest on his shoulder blades.
Hot, wet, relentless.
He licks like a man possessed-like he’s determined to prove every fanfic writer on AO3 was wrong.
You arch off the couch with a gasp, fingers tangling in his curls. “Fuck-Oscar-!”
He groans into you, fingers working in tandem with his mouth. He finds your spot like he’s memorized your anatomy, curling just right, tongue flicking until you’re a trembling mess.
You’re close-so close-and when you finally fall over the edge with a scream, he doesn’t stop.
You jolt. “Wait-wait-!”
“No,” he says firmly. “You’re gonna take it.”
You cry out as he keeps going-licking, sucking, fucking you through the comedown and straight into overstimulation.
“Please-s’too much-!”
He doesn’t let up. “You wanted to play games. This is what you get.”
Your hips jerk as he presses harder. Another orgasm crashes into you-sharper this time, your thighs locking around his head. You moan so loud you think the walls shake.
But he still doesn’t stop.
You’re writhing now, trying to pull away, and he just wraps an arm around your thigh to hold you in place.
“Don’t run now,” he growls. “You wanted to joke about me jerking off to you? About how filthy those fics were?”
He licks up your slit again, slow and devastating. “Tell me this isn’t exactly what you wanted.”
And that’s when it happens.
It hits like a wave-your whole-body shudders, muscles clenching, a gasp punched out of you as you squirt hard against his mouth and chin.
“Fuck,” he groans, rubbing your clit mercilessly through it. “Good fucking girl. So messy for me.”
You’re panting, half-delirious, twitching with every aftershock. Your thighs are shaking.
He finally-finally-pulls back. His lips and chin are slick, eyes wild with something you’ve never seen before.
He climbs over you slowly, and you feel the thick press of him again, hard and heavy against your core.
“You ready for more?” he murmurs.
Your voice is wrecked. “Can’t-sensitive-”
He smirks.
“Not a request.”
He doesn’t give you a chance to catch your breath. With a slow, deliberate motion, he pushes all the way inside you again, filling you so completely you can feel every inch of him pressing deep into your trembling core. Your body jolts at the intrusion-sore, sensitive, still pulsing from the intensity of your release-but there’s no mercy in his eyes. Only hunger.
Oscar curses. “Fuck- that feel good, baby?”
“Y-yeah,” you stammer, clenching around him.
You bite your lip to stop a cry from breaking free, arching back against the couch cushions as he drives into you harder, deeper, taking every sob and whimper like fuel.
“I’m not done with you,” he growls, voice thick with need and something darker, more possessive. “You thought you’d tease me all weekend, play innocent? Nah. You wanted this, didn’t you? Wanted me to fuck you raw, keep you shaking.”
He pulls out halfway, then slams back in.
You moan.
“That’s it,” he groans. “Take it for me. Been dreaming about this.”
You pant under him, legs trembling as he picks up a brutal rhythm.
Your hands grip his shoulders, nails digging in as the overstimulation builds again-waves of pleasure rolling over nerve endings still too sensitive, the overstretched edges of your orgasm throbbing as he crushes into you with no intention of letting up.
“Tell me you want more,” he demands, voice low and commanding, lips brushing your ear. “Say it. Say you want me to ruin you.”
You don’t hesitate. “Please, Oscar-fuck me harder. I want it.”
He smiles-dark, victorious-and slams forward, driving you into the couch until your body trembles uncontrollably. Every thrust presses deeper, sharper, as if he’s chasing his own release through punishing you. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, tears pricking your eyes as the exquisite torture pulls you over the edge once again.
“Oscar,” you cry, clawing at his back.
“Yeah?” he pants, voice fraying. “You gonna come for me? Huh? My good girl gonna fall apart on m’cock?”
You shiver. “Y-Yeah-fuck-so close-”
He leans down, presses his forehead to yours. “Then give it to me.”
One more thrust and you're gone-back arching, walls clenching around him, a broken scream tearing from your throat.
You shatter beneath him, every muscle clenching, spasming around his cock as another earthquake ripples through you-this one even more desperate, more overwhelming. The sensation of squirming, trembling, utterly undone makes you beg with ragged breath.
Oscar doesn't stop.
“Fuck-don’t stop-please-oh god-Oscar-”
He pounds into you with savage precision, fingers digging into your hips, keeping you grounded as your second orgasm crashes through you, waves of pure, raw pleasure radiating and threatening to drown you whole.
But still he’s not done.
His hips slow only briefly before picking back up, thrusts deep and punishing, grinding into your overstimulated core like he’s determined to break you completely. Your vision blurs; every nerve ending sings fire and ice in unbearable harmony.
“Say you’re mine,” he pants, voice hoarse. “Say it, or I swear I’ll keep going until you’re begging to crawl away.”
You manage to choke out, “I’m yours, Oscar. All yours.”
“Good girl,” he breathes, voice softening just a fraction as he fucks you one last time, pulsing deep inside you, spilling every last drop of himself into your trembling body.
You collapse beneath him, every inch of you shuddering as exhaustion and pleasure crash over you like a tidal wave.
He fucks you through it, keeps going, chasing his own high. You whimper under him, oversensitive now, trembling.
“Shhh,” he soothes. “I know, baby. I know. Just a little more.”
You sob when he slams in again.
“Taking it so good,” he murmurs. “So fucking good for me.”
You claw at his arms. “Oscar- can’t-”
“Yes you can.”
He grabs your thigh and pulls it higher.
One more thrust-then another-and he buries himself to the hilt with a loud, wrecked moan, pulsing inside you.
He kisses your neck, voice thick with something almost tender. “That’s it. You did so good.”
You both lay there, breathing hard.
You’re a mess-sweaty, used, full.
Oscar brushes your hair back gently. “You okay?”
You nod, dazed. “My legs don’t work.”
He chuckles, kisses your temple. “Good.”
You blink up at him, grinning. “That was…”
He hums. “Better than the fanfic?”
You burst out laughing.
“You would ask that,” you say.
He shrugs, smug. “Just making sure the real thing delivers.”
You nudge his shoulder. “I don’t think Wattpad has a couch creampie tag, so yeah. You win.”
Oscar leans down again, presses one last kiss to your lips. Soft. Sated.
“Still,” you murmur. “I want to read that fic now.”
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I still cannot get over the fact that Oscar kept going. Like this man. he was fully stuck in the grass after his team had prevented him from going for the win before with fucking papaya rules, and yet he grit his teeth reversed out and actually scored two points. I cannot imagine what he was feeling that moment in the grass. they had literally marked him as out of the grand prix and he said actually no, fuck that. he is my driver of the day cause he should've won that.
*☾⋆･ﾟ pairings: 𝔬𝔰𝔠𝔞𝔯 𝔭𝔦𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔦 + 𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔬 𝔫𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔦𝔰 x 𝔣𝔢𝔪!𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯
word count: 6𝓀
*☾⋆･ﾟ synopsis: it’s your 2nd anniversary with oscar & lando and they decided to fly you to a surprise destination to celebrate but the celebration couldn’t wait until you landed 𝒸𝓌!☠︎ mile high club, ice play, voyeurism/exhibitionism, double penetration, threesome, oral (m & f), pet names, praise kink, rough sex, fingering, throat fucking, body worship, overstimulation, size kink, dacryphilia, cum play
authors note: porn without a plot basically, kinktober will be finished tomorrow or tuesday! spooktober should start thursday! i’m so excited, send in ideas and characters you think the f1 drivers would be!! i hope you enjoy! likes, asks, and reblogs are appreciated!!
𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔞 𝔟𝔢 𝔞𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱? CLICK HERE!
*☾⋆･ﾟ f1 MASTERLIST KINKTOBER MASTERLIST
As you sit between Oscar and Lando, the hum of the private plane lulls you into a peaceful state. The three of you are headed toward a secret destination for your third anniversary, and the excitement is palpable. You glance out the window at the clouds, but soon find yourself distracted by Lando’s playful smirk as he leans in close to you.
"Why don't we get this celebration started early, huh?" Lando's voice is low, sending a thrill down your spine. His lips brush against your neck, his breath warm as he places soft kisses there. You tilt your head, giving him more access, unable to resist the soft sigh that escapes your lips.
Oscar watches from the other side of you, his eyes darkening with interest as Lando’s hand trails along your waist. Lando presses his lips harder against your neck, and a moan slips from you. It’s all the invitation Lando needs. His hands gently push you down onto the couch, positioning himself between your legs with an eager grin.
"Why don’t we put on a show for Oscar, baby?" he teases, his voice husky. Your breath hitches, but any response you try to give is quickly replaced by another moan as Lando’s head dips between your thighs.
The soft leather of the plane’s couch feels cool against your back, but Lando’s tongue, warm and insistent, quickly pulls your focus. His mouth moves skillfully, each flick and stroke drawing sounds from you that seem to fuel him. Oscar shifts in his seat, his gaze locked on you as he watches, the intensity in his eyes making the moment even more charged.
Your body arches into Lando’s touch, his tongue working you closer and closer to the edge. His hands grip your hips, holding you in place as your breathing becomes more erratic. You can feel Oscar’s eyes on you, the weight of his attention only heightening your pleasure. It’s overwhelming, and as Lando looks up at you, his mouth never slowing, you reach your peak, crying out as you fall apart beneath him.
Lando grins, clearly proud of himself, and slowly crawls up your body. His lips find yours, and the kiss is needy, raw, and filled with desire. You can taste yourself on him, and it only makes you want him more. Without thinking, your hands fumble with his pants, and he lets out a low chuckle.
"Someone’s eager for this cock, huh?" he teases, his voice rough with lust.
You meet his gaze, your own filled with a silent plea, and without further hesitation, you take him in your mouth. Lando’s hands immediately find your hair, his head falling back as a deep groan rumbles through him. "Fuck, that’s a good girl," he praises, his voice dripping with pleasure. "Such a perfect mouth."
Each movement of your mouth pulls another sound from him—grunts, moans, each one louder than the last. His hips buck slightly, but you stay steady, keeping your rhythm as you swallow him down. Lando’s fingers tighten in your hair, his breathing becoming ragged.
"Fuck, yes. Swallow it, baby," he growls. And you do, without hesitation, your tongue working against him until he’s unraveling in your mouth. Lando’s hands grip your shoulders as he releases, his body trembling slightly. "That’s so hot," he mutters, his voice breathless. "You’re so hot, baby."
He pulls you up into a messy kiss, his lips crashing against yours in a hungry, sloppy exchange. His hand cups the back of your neck, and you melt into the kiss, the taste of him still lingering on your tongue.
But Lando pulls back, his eyes glinting with mischief as he glances over at Oscar. "You can’t forget about Oscar, baby," he says, a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.
You turn, locking eyes with Oscar, whose smoldering expression sends another jolt of desire through you. Without a word, you get up and move toward him. Oscar has been waiting patiently, but there’s a fire in his gaze now, one that says he’s been more than ready for you.
You kneel between his legs, hands sliding over his thighs as you look up at him. His fingers gently brush through your hair, his touch tender but filled with anticipation. You don’t waste any time, your lips parting as you take him in your mouth. Oscar lets out a low groan, his hands tangling in your hair as he guides you, his hips lifting slightly to meet your movements.
Next to you, Lando watches with a pleased grin, still catching his breath but clearly enjoying the view. "Such a good girl," Lando murmurs, his voice soft but filled with pride. "Look at how you take him down so well."
Oscar’s grip on your hair tightens slightly, his breathing becoming heavier as he loses himself in the sensation. "Poor girl’s drooling because of you, Osc," Lando teases, his eyes flicking between the two of you.
Oscar smirks, his confidence growing as he guides your movements with firm but gentle hands. The pleasure rolling off him is palpable, and you push yourself further, wanting to give him the same satisfaction you gave Lando. Oscar’s quiet grunts turn into low moans, his control beginning to slip as you work him closer to his release. His hips buck against your mouth, his eyes half-lidded as he watches you.
When Oscar finally releases, the intensity of the moment makes you dizzy, but it’s worth every second. His hands stroke through your hair, gently pulling you up to his lips. His kiss is tender, sweet, and filled with the promise of more.
But it’s not over yet. Oscar stands, lifting you effortlessly into his arms and carrying you to the bed in the corner of the plane. He lays you down, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin behind your ear as he whispers, "We’re just getting started, baby."
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
Oscar is sitting beside you, his hand resting on your thigh, while Lando is across from you, lounging with a lazy smirk playing on his lips. There’s an underlying tension in the air, a slow burn of anticipation that has your heart racing.
Oscar leans in, his breath warm against your ear as he speaks, his voice sending a thrill down your spine. “I enjoyed the show you and Lando put on for me earlier,” he murmurs, the playful undertone in his voice making you squirm. His lips brush the side of your neck, teasingly close. “But why don’t we switch things up? Let’s put on a little show for Lando, baby. What do you think?”
His words linger in the air, and your pulse quickens at the suggestion. You can feel the heat of his gaze as you glance over at Lando, who’s watching you with dark, eager eyes. The corners of his lips tug upward into that cocky grin of his, clearly intrigued by Oscar’s proposition. Swallowing the sudden wave of nervous excitement, you nod, your agreement sealed with the quiet movement.
Oscar’s eyes light up, his hand tightening slightly on your thigh as he shifts closer. There’s something about his quiet confidence that always makes your knees weak, and right now, that effect is amplified tenfold. He reaches over to the small table beside him, picking up the glass of ice that had been set there earlier. The sight of it in his hands sends a shiver of anticipation through you—an unspoken promise of what’s to come.
“Good girl,” Oscar murmurs, his voice a soft hum of approval. He takes one piece of ice and places it between his lips, the contrast of his warmth and the cold ice making your skin prickle with excitement. His eyes never leave yours as he leans in closer, his breath fanning across your neck as he begins to trail the ice down your skin.
The coolness of the ice sends a jolt through you, your body reacting instantly as the icy touch contrasts sharply with the heat that’s been steadily building between you. Oscar moves slowly, deliberately, savoring every second as he traces the ice down the side of your neck. You tilt your head back slightly, offering him more of your skin as your breath hitches in response. The cold sensation mixed with the warmth of his breath is intoxicating, and you find yourself arching into him, silently begging for more.
The ice melts quickly against the heat of your body, but Oscar is nothing if not persistent. His hand slides up to your chest, his fingers cool from the lingering ice as he brushes them over your bare skin. When he reaches your breasts, he pauses, smirking at the way you tense beneath his touch. Slowly, teasingly, he trails the ice over your nipples, drawing soft gasps from your lips with each motion.
Your body is on fire beneath him, every nerve ending coming alive as he moves the ice in slow circles, watching your reaction with that familiar glint of amusement in his eyes. The cold is almost unbearable, but in the best possible way. And just when you think you’ve reached your limit, he lowers his mouth to replace the ice with his warm lips, sucking and biting gently at your sensitive skin.
“God,” you gasp softly, your fingers tangling in the back of his hair as your back arches involuntarily off the couch. The sharp contrast between the cold and his warm mouth is making your head spin, and Oscar knows exactly what he’s doing—taking his time, driving you mad with slow, deliberate teasing.
His tongue flicks over your nipple, and you feel your entire body tense as you let out another breathy moan. Oscar smirks against your skin before moving down lower, his mouth leaving a heated trail as he descends. His hand slips back into the glass of ice, retrieving another piece, and he presses it against your stomach, watching as your muscles contract in response to the sudden cold.
“Still with me, baby?” Oscar’s voice is smooth, teasing, as he continues his path downward, the ice melting quickly against the heat of your skin. You nod, barely able to find the words to respond as the anticipation of what’s next coils tighter in your belly.
Oscar lingers at your hips, his hands spreading your thighs apart with ease. His eyes meet yours, and the intensity in his gaze makes your breath catch. He smirks again, lowering his head between your legs, but not before taking another piece of ice and trailing it from your chest, down your stomach, and finally to your inner thighs. The sensation makes your legs tremble, your breath coming out in shallow pants as he inches closer to where you need him most.
The ice moves lower, teasingly close, and your hips lift off the couch instinctively, your body begging for more. When the cold finally reaches your clit, you let out a soft moan, the sensation almost too much to handle. Oscar watches you, his eyes darkening with desire as he presses the ice against you, his free hand gripping your thigh to keep you in place.
“Ah! Oscar,” you whimper, your fingers clutching at the back of his head, your grip tightening as he bites down gently on your inner thigh. The combination of the ice and his mouth is dizzying, and you feel yourself spiraling closer to the edge with every movement.
Oscar’s lips finally replace the ice, his warm mouth a stark contrast to the cold as he flicks his tongue over your clit. Your head falls back against the couch, a string of soft moans slipping from your lips as your body reacts to the sudden onslaught of sensations. His tongue moves in slow, deliberate circles, each flick sending a jolt of pleasure through you. When his cold fingers join in, pressing into you with precision, you can’t help the cry that escapes your lips.
“Oh, fuck,” you gasp, your voice a soft, whiny plea as his fingers curl inside you, hitting that perfect spot over and over. The pressure builds quickly, and your hips grind against his face instinctively, seeking more. Oscar’s smirk is almost palpable against your skin, clearly enjoying how easily you fall apart beneath him.
Your hand tightens in his hair, tugging hard as your body trembles with the overwhelming pleasure. He groans softly at the pull, clearly enjoying the way you’re coming undone, his tongue working you with expert precision. But just as you’re teetering on the edge, your body tensing in anticipation of release, he pulls away, leaving you whimpering in frustration.
“No—Oscar, please,” you whine, your hips bucking up toward him in desperation. The loss of contact is maddening, but Oscar just chuckles softly, his breath warm against your thigh as he looks up at you with a teasing grin.
“Don’t worry, baby,” he says, his voice a low murmur filled with amusement. “I’ll make up for it. I promise.”
Without another word, he reaches for the glass of ice again, this time taking one last piece and popping it into his mouth. The sound of the ice cracking between his teeth fills the small cabin, and your breath catches in your throat as you watch him with wide eyes. He leans down, his hands spreading your thighs further apart as he settles back between them, his gaze never leaving yours.
Then, with the ice still melting in his mouth, Oscar presses his lips back to you, the coldness of the ice and the heat of his tongue sending shockwaves through your entire body. The sensation is overwhelming, your back arching off the couch as your hands fly to his hair, tugging hard in a desperate attempt to ground yourself.
The combination of his cold fingers and his mouth is almost too much. Your body trembles violently beneath him, your thighs squeezing around his head as your hips buck up toward him. Oscar’s hands grip your thighs, holding you in place as he continues, his tongue moving in slow, torturous circles that have you crying out in pleasure.
Your moans fill the cabin, loud and desperate as the pressure builds again, and you can feel the edge approaching far too quickly. You try to pull away, the intensity almost too much to bear, but Oscar just tightens his grip on your thighs, pinning you in place.
“Bad girl,” he murmurs against your skin, his voice muffled but filled with teasing amusement. “You know better than to run.”
Lando’s laughter cuts through the haze of pleasure, reminding you of his presence. “You’re being so loud, baby,” Lando teases, his voice closer now. “Do you want the pilots to hear you?”
Before you can respond, Lando’s lips crash against yours, capturing your moan as Oscar continues his relentless assault between your legs. The kiss is messy and desperate, your tongues tangling as Lando’s hands find your breasts, his fingers teasing your nipples in slow, deliberate circles. It’s too much—the combination of Oscar’s mouth and Lando’s touch is sending you over the edge, and you can feel the release building, unstoppable now.
When your orgasm hits, it crashes over you with a force that leaves you breathless, your entire body trembling as you cry out against Lando’s mouth. But Oscar doesn’t stop. His tongue and fingers continue their relentless pace, drawing out every ounce of pleasure from you, leaving you shaking beneath him. You feel like you’re floating as your body shakes through another high.
Lando’s lips trail along your jaw, feather-light kisses that do little to ground you as you’re still trembling from the overstimulation coursing through your body. His touch, however gentle, only heightens the pleasure that lingers in the aftermath of your release. Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, your body still reeling from the intense waves Oscar pulled out of you.
Oscar, on the other hand, seems far from finished. His mouth remains firmly between your legs, his tongue dragging slowly against your sensitive skin, coaxing more sounds from your lips. Your body jerks involuntarily at the overstimulation, but the sensation of his cool fingers, mingled with the warmth of his lips, is too much to resist. You can feel another orgasm building, even as your mind struggles to comprehend it.
"God, Oscar, please..." you breathe out, your voice barely more than a whisper as you tug on his hair. He groans at the pull, the sound vibrating through your core. You try to close your thighs around his head, to pull away from the relentless pleasure, but he only tightens his grip on your hips, holding you firmly in place. There’s no escape.
Lando’s warm breath is at your ear again, his lips brushing the shell as he whispers, “You’re taking it so well, baby. Oscar’s making you feel so good, huh?” His words send a shiver through you, the teasing edge in his tone making your body react instinctively.
Oscar pulls back slightly, glancing up at you with a devilish smirk. His lips are glistening, his eyes dark with desire. "Look at her," he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. "So beautiful, falling apart just for me."
Before you can even think to respond, Oscar dips his head again, this time pressing a kiss to your inner thigh, dangerously close to where you need him. Your breath catches in your throat as his cold fingers begin their slow ascent up your body again. He leaves a wet trail in their wake, his tongue flicking out to taste your skin, sending sparks of pleasure through you.
Lando’s hand moves from your breast down your body, his fingers tracing the curve of your waist as he watches Oscar with a hungry gaze. His other hand tangles in your hair, tilting your head back to claim your lips in another heated kiss. It’s sloppy, intense, your tongues sliding against each other in a way that has you moaning into his mouth. The taste of him is mixed with the remnants of your earlier release, and it only fuels the fire building inside you once again.
“Do you like being in the middle, baby?” Lando murmurs against your lips, his voice low and teasing. “Having us both take care of you?”
You nod, unable to find the words, your mind clouded by the overwhelming sensations. Lando’s lips curve into a smirk against your mouth before he pulls back slightly, brushing his thumb over your swollen bottom lip.
"Such a good girl," he praises, his tone filled with admiration. His words make your heart race, the validation wrapping around you like a warm embrace.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
Oscar shifts beneath you, his hands pressing your thighs wider apart as he moves back between them. "Let’s see just how much our girl can take," he murmurs, his voice a deep rumble that sends shivers down your spine.
He dips his head again, this time pressing his tongue directly against your clit. The sensation is overwhelming, the coldness of his touch mingling with the heat already pulsing through your body. You gasp, your back arching off the couch as another wave of pleasure crashes over you.
Oscar’s tongue moves in slow, deliberate strokes, each one drawing you closer and closer to the edge again. His fingers slide back inside you, curling expertly as he finds that spot that makes you see stars. Your breath is coming in short, ragged gasps now, your body trembling uncontrollably as the pressure builds once again.
Lando’s hand moves from your waist to your throat, his fingers wrapping around it in a gentle, possessive hold. "You’re so perfect like this," he whispers, his voice rough with desire. "Falling apart for us."
You’re teetering on the edge now, your body writhing beneath Oscar’s skilled mouth and fingers. The sensation is too much, the pleasure too intense, and yet you crave more. Your hands fly to his hair again, tugging hard as you try to ground yourself, but it only seems to spur him on. He groans against you, the vibration sending a shockwave of pleasure through your entire body.
“Please—Osc, Lan—” Your voice is a desperate plea, your body begging for release, but the words are lost in the haze of pleasure. You don’t know if you’re asking them to stop or to keep going, but either way, you’re completely at their mercy.
Oscar pulls back just enough to speak, his voice a low growl that has your stomach flipping with desire. "I want to hear you scream for me, baby."
His words are a command, one that your body has no choice but to obey. He flicks his tongue over your clit again, and your entire body seizes up as the orgasm rips through you, leaving you breathless and shaking. Your hands tighten in his hair, your thighs trembling uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you.
Oscar doesn’t stop, his fingers still moving inside you, coaxing out every last bit of pleasure. Your body jerks involuntarily, the overstimulation almost too much to bear, but Oscar just smirks against you, clearly enjoying the way you’re falling apart beneath him.
Lando’s hand tightens slightly around your throat, his breath warm against your ear as he whispers, "There’s our good girl. Taking it so well."
His praise only intensifies the pleasure, sending another wave of heat through your already trembling body. Your mind is a blur, completely lost in the sensation as your body finally begins to come down from the high.
Oscar pulls back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he looks up at you with that familiar, satisfied grin. "You taste so good, baby," he murmurs, his voice filled with appreciation.
Lando chuckles softly, brushing your hair back from your sweat-dampened forehead as he plants a soft kiss on your temple. "You look wrecked, love. But we’re not done yet, are we, Oscar?"
Oscar smirks, his gaze flicking to Lando before he shifts beside you, pulling you up to sit on his lap. His arms wrap around you, pulling you close as he presses his lips to your ear. "No. No we aren’t baby."
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
You’re still catching your breath, feeling every inch of your body sensitized from the relentless pleasure Oscar just pulled from you. Lando’s soft chuckle vibrates next to your ear, and you feel him slide his hand down to trace the curve of your inner thigh, his touch featherlight but purposeful.
“Are you soaked, baby?” he asks, voice teasing as his fingers brush against your slick skin. “Look at that gaping hole... are you empty, baby?”
Your response comes out in a broken mewl, a sound that barely conveys the desperate need surging through you. “Mhm…”
Lando’s smirk deepens, his hand now stroking the wetness between your legs, feeling the evidence of how wrecked you are. “Yeah, you want Oscar to fuck you with his big cock, don’t you?”
A shiver runs down your spine at his words, your body instinctively arching in response. You nod, biting your lip as the ache between your legs intensifies. “Yes…” you whisper, your voice barely audible as you lock eyes with Oscar.
Oscar’s chuckle is low, sending another wave of anticipation through you. He positions himself between you, his hands running down your hips as he teases you, rubbing the head of his cock up and down your slit, gathering your wetness. The sensation is maddening, his touch both deliberate and agonizingly slow.
You’re about to plead when you finally feel the tip of him pushing into you, stretching you inch by inch. Your breath catches in your throat as he fills you completely, his cock bottoming out in you, so deep you swear you can feel him in your stomach.
Oscar lets out a guttural groan, gripping your hips as he starts moving, his pace rough and unrelenting from the start. His thrusts are powerful, each one driving deeper than the last, and the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the cabin. Your moans are uncontrollable, spilling out of you as you try to keep up with the overwhelming sensation of him taking you.
Lando leans in, his breath hot against your ear as he grins. “Baby, you’re too loud… we don’t want the pilots to hear you, do we?” His tone is teasing, but there’s a hint of dominance behind it that makes you tremble.
You barely manage to gasp in response, too consumed by the feeling of Oscar pounding into you. Lando’s fingers grip your chin, tilting your head back to look at him. “Open your mouth, baby,” he orders softly, his thumb brushing against your lips.
Without hesitation, you obey, parting your lips as Lando slides his cock into your mouth, his grip firm but gentle on your throat as he begins to fuck it. The sensation of being filled from both ends sends your mind spiraling, the overwhelming pressure making it impossible to think of anything but the pleasure consuming you.
Oscar’s pace quickens, his grip on your hips tightening as he continues to fuck you relentlessly. Your moans are muffled around Lando’s cock, but you can feel the vibrations from your sounds as they travel through your throat. The weight of it all—the fullness, the pleasure, the intensity—has you clawing at Oscar’s thighs, trying to ground yourself, but it’s futile.
“You’re doing so well,” Lando praises, his voice rough as he thrusts into your mouth, his grip on your neck keeping you in place. “Such a good girl… taking both of us like this.”
The praise only spurs you on, even as your body threatens to give in to the intensity of it all. Your mind is foggy, lost in the pleasure as Oscar hits a spot inside you that has your toes curling, a rush of heat surging through your core. The tension in your body snaps, and before you know it, you’re coming hard around Oscar’s cock, your muscles tightening as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through you.
Oscar doesn’t slow down. He continues to fuck you through your orgasm, each thrust pulling more pleasure out of you until you’re trembling, your body a mess of overstimulation. Lando’s hand moves to tangle in your hair, holding you steady as his cock moves deeper into your throat. You feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming sensations, but the heat between the three of you only intensifies.
Your body shakes with the aftershocks of your orgasm, but Oscar’s relentless pace pushes you toward the edge again. His grip tightens on your hips, his rhythm faltering slightly as he nears his own release. With a deep groan, Oscar slams into you one last time, spilling inside you as he groans your name in a low, husky voice.
Lando’s thrusts grow erratic, and with one final push, he comes down your throat, his groans mixing with Oscar’s. You swallow eagerly, the warmth of him filling your mouth as you gasp for air between breaths.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity of pleasure, the three of you collapse together, chests heaving as you try to catch your breath. The air in the cabin feels electric, the heat between you still palpable even in the afterglow.
Lando brushes the hair out of your face, his touch gentle now as he leans in to plant soft kisses along your jaw. “You’re such a good girl,” he murmurs, his voice filled with admiration. “So perfect…”
Oscar pulls you close, his arms wrapping around you as he presses a kiss to your shoulder. “You did so good, baby,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear as his fingers trail down your arm. His voice is soothing, but you know there’s more to come when he adds, “But you can give us a few more, right?”
You’re weak, your muscles exhausted and your mind foggy, but you manage a shaky nod, still craving more despite the exhaustion. “Yes…” you whisper, barely finding your voice.
Lando’s soft laugh echoes behind you, his hands moving to support your waist. “We know you can baby,” he says, his tone teasing but laced with affection. “Come here.” His strength surprises you as he lifts you easily, placing you into Oscar’s waiting arms.
Oscar shifts to the edge of the bed, positioning himself beneath you. Before you can catch your breath, Lando lowers you onto Oscar’s cock, the sudden stretch making you squeal in surprise. Your body reacts instantly, the pleasure overwhelming as you adjust to the new angle. But even as Oscar fills you completely, you can’t help but notice that something feels different.
Your brow furrows in confusion when you realize you’re only halfway seated on his dick. That’s when Lando’s hands gently adjust your legs, guiding you forward until you’re leaning into Oscar’s chest. Just as you open your mouth to question what they’re doing, a sharp, burning stretch steals your breath away. You scream out, overwhelmed by the sensation of Lando’s cock pushing into you alongside Oscar’s.
The sensation is too much—your body stretching beyond its limits as you feel both of them filling you. The combination of pain and pleasure crashes into you, leaving you trembling and gasping. Lando’s lips are on yours in an instant, muffling your scream as he kisses you deeply. The sensation of their cocks moving together inside you is overwhelming, leaving you dizzy and barely able to think straight.
You’re too full, your body overstimulated, your mind unable to process the sheer intensity of what they’re doing to you. They both push into you at the same time, and the feeling is indescribable—so good it almost hurts, leaving you on the edge of tears as your body adjusts to the fullness. Every inch of you feels like it’s on fire, and yet, you crave more.
Oscar’s hands wrap around your waist, holding you steady as he kisses along your neck. His voice is soft in your ear, filled with affection. “Ready, baby?”
You don’t have time to respond before they start to move. The initial thrusts are slow, giving you a moment to adjust, but the sensation is still overwhelming. You feel every inch of them as they slide in and out of you, each movement perfectly synchronized. It’s too much, too intense, and yet you can’t stop the moans spilling from your lips.
As their pace quickens, your body gives in to the pleasure, the overwhelming fullness pushing you toward another climax. You try to hold on, but the sensation is too much. “Oh fuck,” you gasp, your voice barely holding together as they both pound into you. “It’s too much… I can’t…”
Oscar’s grip tightens around you as his pace becomes relentless. “Yes you can, princess,” he murmurs, his voice a soothing contrast to the intensity of his thrusts. The way he says it, with so much certainty, makes you believe him even when you feel like you’re falling apart.
The pressure builds again, stronger this time as their movements become more urgent. Oscar lays back on the bed, taking you with him as his arms stay wrapped around your trembling form. Lando’s knee comes up onto the bed, giving him leverage to push even deeper into you. The new angle has you gasping, a loud moan escaping your lips as their cocks hit every sensitive spot inside you.
At this point, neither of them care about being quiet. The sounds of their groans mix with your own cries, filling the cabin. You’re too far gone to worry about the noise, too lost in the sensation of being completely overwhelmed by them. The pleasure is so intense that you can’t focus on anything else—the only thing that exists is the way they’re both relentlessly driving you to the edge.
The world around you fades as you come again, your vision blurring as you scream out their names. You’re shaking, your body completely spent, but they don’t stop. They push you through your climax, their cocks still moving inside you, leaving you trembling and overstimulated.
You can feel the shift in their pace, both of them nearing their own releases. Their thrusts grow erratic, desperate, and you can barely hold on as the pressure builds inside you again. When they finally come, groaning your name in unison, the sensation of them spilling inside you sends you over the edge one last time.
The intensity of it all leaves you breathless, your ears ringing as the world goes dark around you. You’re floating in a space of pure, empty bliss, completely undone by the two of them.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
The world slowly comes back into focus, your body still trembling from the overwhelming pleasure. You can feel the aftershocks of the intense orgasm radiating through you, your limbs heavy and your breathing uneven. As your senses return, you realize Lando’s warm presence beside you, his hand already between your thighs, fingers teasing your sensitive entrance.
“Look at that, baby,” Lando murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction as he watches the mix of his and Oscar’s cum spill out of you. The sight of it clearly fascinates him, and he leans in closer, his fingers playing at the edges of your entrance. You’re still so sensitive, each slight touch sending shivers down your spine.
Before you can even respond, he gently pushes his fingers back into you, gathering the cum and slowly working it back inside. The sensation is too much, your body twitching in response to the overstimulation, but Lando’s gaze is fixated, his eyes dark with intent.
“You’re so full, baby,” he whispers, his tone teasing as he toys with you, pushing the cum in deeper with deliberate, lazy motions. You whimper softly, your hips instinctively arching toward his touch despite your exhaustion. Every movement of his fingers sends shockwaves of sensation through you, your body torn between the lingering sensitivity and the renewed need building in your core.
Lando smirks, his fingers still moving slowly inside you, keeping you on edge. “You’re still so sensitive… but look at how you take it all so well.” Lando’s fingers continue their slow torment, teasing the sensitive flesh, pushing their combined cum back inside you. It’s too much, but your body reacts anyway, hips twitching in response, a soft whimper escaping your lips.
Suddenly, a familiar voice cuts through the fog, warm and commanding. “Stop teasing her, Lando,” Oscar says as he steps into your line of sight, his brows furrowed in concern. “She’s still out of it, aren’t you, baby?” His eyes soften as they meet yours.
You manage to nod weakly, a breathless “yes” slipping from your lips, though your voice is barely more than a whimper. Oscar chuckles softly, his hand brushing your cheek tenderly. “I know, princess. I know,” he murmurs, his voice filled with care. The warmth of his touch brings a sense of comfort that eases the overstimulation flooding your senses.
Oscar disappears for a moment, and when he returns, he has a warm, damp cloth in his hand. “Here, let’s get you cleaned up.” His voice is soothing as he uses the rag to gently wipe between your legs, the warmth easing the raw sensitivity from Lando’s teasing. Every motion is careful, deliberate, as if he’s trying to bring you back from the brink of overstimulation.
“You did so good for us,” Oscar coos, his tone laced with affection as he continues to clean you up. Lando’s hands remain on your body, but now they’re softer, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along your skin, not pushing, just grounding you in their presence.
“Yeah, baby,” Lando adds, his voice a low rumble as he presses soft kisses along your shoulder. “You were perfect.”
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drivers included | max verstappen, charles leclerc, carlos sainz, lando norris, oscar piastri, daniel ricciardo, franco colapinto, lewis hamilton
description | drivers and their favorite kinks
content warnings | mature content ahead — 18+ only, minors do not interact
authors note | hope everyone enjoys reading this one! if you have any requests for drabbles or blurbs involving those i write for please send it in and i will try to get it out as soon as possible <3 *not spelled checked*
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— 𝐌𝐀𝐗 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍 ¹
҉ PRAISE KINK !
— whether he praised you or you praised him; max verstappen was an absolute whore for praising
— both in public and behind closed doors he would take the praises only from you. being a three time world champion as many reminded him of his accomplishments he’d down play it. but you? oh he loved when you’d sing his praises
— “you did so great out there, maxie. no one does it like you.” praising him in public after a great race would look like that. behind closed doors was another story; “right there, max. fuck you’re doing so well keep going.” “only you know my body, no one compares”
— on the other hand max loved praising you and he was an absolute menace for it when he’d have you bent over the bed fucking you with his hands gripping your hair; “come on, baby. squeezing me so tight you love being handled like this, hmm?” “you’re doing so well for me, baby.” “such a good girl for me.”
҉ QUICKIES !
— max loved taking his time with you but with his busy schedule especially on race weekends he couldn’t give you enough time. however, he always made the most of the 10-20 minutes you had together on any occasion.
— whether it be 10 minutes before he’s gotta go out for the national anthem or 15 minutes before he is due to attend the press conference he would grab you and take you in any room that had a lock. “fuck that’s it, you’re doing so good for me baby.” “gonna have you cum three times before i gotta be out there in ten minutes. you like that?”
— 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐙 ⁵⁵
҉ HAIR PULLING KINK !
— the man has beautiful hair…how can he not have a hair pulling kink?
— carlos loved pulling your hair whether it was while you rode his cock or he was taking you from behind; he loved having his hands in your hair
— but it was when you pull his hair that really gets him going both intimately but whenever you’d be watching a movie or out with friends your hand would go to the nape of his neck and travel up to his hair giving it a soft tug
— between your legs carlos is eating you out both sloppily and hungrily, tongue against your aching core his fingers now at your entrance giving you extra pleasure when they’re stretching you out, “fuck. just like that carlos,” you tangle your fingers in his hair giving it a rough tug when he rubs his thumb on your clit
— every thrust his fingers would give your cunt and tongue giving your folds so much attention you’d tug his hair closer to your pussy if that was possible; “fuck, baby, do that again. harder.” “god, hermosa, gonna make me cum in my pants if you keep pulling my hair like that.” “right there, keep doing that princesa. wanna suffocate in your pussy.”
҉ DIRTY TALK !
— his native language being spanish played a role in his love for dirty talking he loved the reaction he’d get out of you when you’d hear him speaking to you in spanish
— morning, noon, night; carlos fucked you any moment he had some free time which was rare but on those occasions he did he make sure to speak his dirty thoughts of you: and to you
— “fuck, my good girl, chokin’ on my cock” “that’s it, hermosa. let them all hear whose fucking your tight pussy…the only man who makes you cum.” “te ves tan perfecta para mí de rodillas llena de mí. mi bella princesa.”
— 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐂 ¹⁶
҉ ORAL !
— charles loved having you on your knees mouth stuffed with his cock. your lips showing his tip some extra love with a few kisses after finishing in your mouth and you’d take him once again pulling him in your mouth again for another round.
— what he loved the most though? spending hours in between your thighs giving you multiple orgasms until you are begging him to stop (very rare to want him to stop)
҉ ROUGH SEX !
— despite seemingly carrying a calm demeanor around friends & family behind closed doors charles loved being rough with you in bed. especially after yet another week where ferrari fucks up his race he feels the best place to let out his stress and anger is on you. which you gladly took.
— rough and sloppy kisses you share entering his hotel room to his rough hands pushing you onto the bed and fucking you with his fingers until you’re squirting all over him and the bedsheets.
— your face pressed down on the mattress while he takes you from behind arching your back and yanking on your hair pulling you close to his chest he’d give you another rough thrush while whispering the most vulgar sentences to come out of his mouth.
— 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒 ⁴
҉ COCKWARMING !
— sometimes being weeks apart from each other you wanted to feel as close as possible while catching up on what you’d miss. you’d get settled on his lap moaning at the feeling of him stretching you after being gone for so long. you’d get comfortable and you would both talk about what you had been up to the last few weeks
— streaming with max you’d make sure his camera was off before you climbed on his lap. he would be confused as to what you were doing but the moment you take his cock out of his briefs and sinking down on him he’d hold his moans in and grab your waist pulling you closer.
- turning his mic off he lets out a whine when you rock your hips against him, “fuck, baby, can’t do this right now i’m so close to winning.” you’d agree with him and tell him to finish the game you’ll just wait for him; still sitting on him with his cock deep inside you. safe to say he lost the game just to play again, enjoying the feeling of his cock resting inside you
҉ SHOWER SEX !
— lando loved it when he’d be showering and you’d join him halfway through giving him some extra attention that he desperately wanted. he loved the intimacy about it when you’d help rinse of the shampoo in his hair or how he’d glide the body gel all over your body
— you loved it when it was a post race win or podium and he’d drag you to the small bathroom in his drivers room and shove you against the shower wall giving your pussy some extra love while you pull on his hair before he would have his cock shoved deep in your aching cunt, getting some loud moans out of you which he’d cover up with a kiss
— 𝐋𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐎𝐍 ⁴⁴
҉ PHONE SEX !
— being a formula 1 driver was a demanding job which required lewis to travel almost all year long and you couldn’t always go along with him due to your job. you missed him all the time when he was gone but especially on the days when you were extra needy were the worst
— that’s why he’d stay on the phone with you all day despite his busy schedule. he’d have one airpod in while having to be in a meeting not listening to the less important subjects so he’d listen to you and what you were doing for the day
— but then on days where your vibrator wasn’t enough you’d call or facetime your boyfriend begging him to help you through your orgasm, it also helped that he had the most soothing voice that constantly brought you to tears when he’d have your face shoved on the mattress, ass pressed against him as he fucked you
— “oh…’m so close, lew” you’d whimper through the facetime call, your phone propped against your nightstand while you grind your aching cunt against a pillow. desperately needing more release your reach to rub your clit when lewis’ voice fills the phone, “i didn’t say you could do that, did i?” he questions, he was due to be in the media pen in 10 minutes but he wouldn’t let you take the easy way out to cum before he left
— “please, baby, need to cum please,” you beg lewis as your movements speed up. “don’t use your hand. keep fucking youself on my pillow, i’ll be home in a few days and take such good care of you. that’s it baby, be a good girl and cum for me.” his encouragement is more than enough to have you squeezing your breasts and nipples as your release spills all over the pillow
҉ MIRROR SEX !
— you weren’t sure if it was you or lewis who decided adding a mirror to the ceiling of your bedroom was the best option for your sex life but either way you were two happy people
— you enjoyed watching lewis fucking you his eyes meeting your through the mirror; he loved having you bounce on his cock watching the way you threw your head back moans filling the room. he loved it so much he requested his drivers room to have a mirror on the ceiling as well. after many warnings not to they finally gave in and gave him what he (and you) wanted
— his hand around your throat with two fingers deep inside your pussy he’d whisper dirty thoughts into your ear, “you look so pretty for me like this. wanna see you cum for me, sweet girl. that’s it you’re squeezing my fingers so good,” you’d bite your lip trying to suppress your moans in the small room knowing anyone walking by could easily hear you
— 𝐎𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈 ⁸¹
҉ DRY HUMPING !
— again, being a formula one driver was a demanding sport. a demanding sport that kept your sex life with oscar very low many, many, many times. so when you had the chance to feel a little bit closer to your boyfriend you took the chance.
— whether against the wall of his drivers room with your clothed pussy rubbing against his race suit or in bed on his lap before ha has to catch a flight to the next race; you were both absolutely infatuated with each other and dry humping
— drivers room; oscar would be leaned up against the wall while your hips grind against his thigh, “osc,” you whine as he moves your panties to the side rubbing your clit while you con the to fuck yourself on him, “shh, be a good girl for me and stay quiet. then after the race i’ll stuff you full of my cock all night.” his words have you biting down on his shoulder as you cum all over his thigh
҉ SQUIRTING !
— he had discovered this one night while you both watched a movie, laying between his thighs your head pressed against his chest his hand trailed down to your shorts pulling them off with nothing else underneath he worked his fingers inside you. soon enough you had squirted all over his hand and bedsheets; a first for both of you
— that just started something inside oscar which was wanting to make you squirt any chance he got. you could be exhausted from work or a long flight but you’d let him have his way with you. at the end you’d be filling the room with sounds of pleasure as his fingers or cock fucked your tight cunt until he reached the exact spot that had you squirting all over him
— "so wet for me, and so fuckin' tight." "i can feel how close you are baby, gonna make a mess all over our sheets, hmm?" he praises you, his fingers curling deep inside you. his groans and your moans fill the room as you squirt all over his hand and sheets making a mess like he had said. pulling away from you he now plays between your thighs and smiles up at you, “time to clean this mess up.”
— 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 ⁴³
҉ DIRTY TALK !
— you’ve seen franco in interviews he was a talker so it wasn’t a surprised he was a talker behind closed doors as well. he had a filthy mouth on him when it came to you and he never stopped praising you
— “eso es amor, apretándome tan bien. let me hear your pretty moans.” “cum all over my cock, amor. fuck, fuck—look so perfect for me.” “gonna let me fuck you against the door? gonna make sir everyone hears what a filthy whore you are.” you’d think by now you’d get tired of his constant yapping (sometimes you did) but when he fucked you? you loved hearing his voice the entire time
҉ ORAL !
— the man was good with his tongue what more could you say? he was infatuated with having his tongue on your pussy for hours on end tasting how sweet you were. buried between your thighs as your hand stung on his hair, whines and moans escape your mouth begging him for more
— “franco, ‘m so close, right there,” you gasp feeling his tongue poking in your cunt as he devours you, “es todo princesa, déjalo ir por mí. mierda. sabes tan dulce.” you cum and he doesn’t let a drop escape his tongue as he licks you clean
— 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐎 ³ [retired]
҉ THIGH RIDING !
— the man had a tattooed thigh…how could you not want to ride it? it first started on a night out with friends enjoying the sunset at the beach when daniel placed you on his lap your hand traced circles on the tattoos that littered his thigh; one thing led to another and you snuck off to the car and he let your imaginations come to life
— at a club filled with loud music and dark lights you’d take advantage of the moment and grind yourself on his thigh enjoying the feeling, at home while he works on sending out some emails you’d keep him company with your core pressing against his thigh, anyplace and anywhere you were a menace for his thighs
— he loved it too, so much he’d started adding some more tattoos to his collection on his thighs which made you even more excited to ride him only to wait until he was healed to do so. you could ride his other thigh but something about fucking yourself on his tattooed thigh felt so so much more enthralling
— “you look so pretty like this, ridin' my thigh...makin' yourself cum.” “make yourself cum on my thigh right now, good girl. feels good, doesn't it?” his encouraging words bringing you to your third orgasm of the night just form riding his thigh, “come on, honey, gonna give me one more then i’ll fuck you for however long you want”
҉ FILMING !
— daniel loved having videos or pictures of the activities you got up to in the bedroom with each other. he loved watching the videos while he was away from you weeks on end. however, he loved it more whenever you got the chance to film each other especially for fun not because he’ll be gone for a few weeks and needed someone to fill the void
— daniel comfortably laying down between your thighs lapping at you like there’s no tomorrow, “danny, feel so good…oh,” you whine trying to hold the camera that was pointed at him steadily but you were so close. “that’s it baby, cum all over me you taste so fucking sweet. could never get enough of this,” he says only getting a second to breathe before he’s diving back between your thighs to bring you to your second orgasm of the night
— you loved the risk of having an album on your phones that were filled of videos and pictures of the two of you or sometimes of just one of you. you’d created a small album curated for daniel filled of pictures of you in lingerie or fully nude; the videos were another story. filled with you fucking yourself with your fingers, vibrator, a pillow; you made sure daniel was fulfilled for the weeks he wouldn’t have you
— daniel made a small photo album for you as well more so filled of the two of you, he knew how much you loved rewatching the videos of you two fucking. you loved the way he propped the camera against the nightstand and had you riding his cock until you begged him to let you cum or the time he fucked you in his drivers room facing the mirror on his door his hands on your breasts squeezing them while you rode him back against his chest holding onto the camera shakily and almost dropping it when he’d thrust up into your cunt
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author’s note: GOD this might be awful but please keep in mind that it’s my first story and english is not my first language :) WILL most probably go through major adjustments.
summary: in which her father, Toto Wolff, has always told her to stay away from the young drivers. He never said anything about the older ones though…
Being the daughter of a Formula 1 Team Principal never failed to be exciting.
Always VIP treatment, lots of traveling to beautiful countries, numerous job opportunities and getting to meet famous people. You were always grateful for your privileged life but never took advantage of it in a selfish way, although you enjoyed the things it had to offer from time to time. You always refused being treated differently just because of your status. You just weren’t that type of person. You liked working for the things you desired. Your adventurous side always loved a challenge, and that was also the thing your father admired and feared the most about you.
He always encouraged this side of you, ever since you were a kid. If you wanted to learn how to skate, he’d buy you a skateboard. If you spontaneously wanted to spend the next 3 months away from home in another country, he’d book your flight. One day you showed up at his office to show him your first tattoo. You always said you’d never get a tattoo, you didn’t think it would look good on you. But one day you randomly found yourself in front of a tattoo salon and couldn’t resist the curiosity. Your father was never a big fan of tattoos, but he laughed anyway, called you crazy and snapped a few pictures of the tattoo before sending them to your mom.
Toto didn’t have a lot of rules for you. He always told you “Just don’t get yourself in jail, maybe.”. But the most important and unwritten rule was “never involve yourself with the young drivers.”.
He thought they were immature boys and walking red flags, although he deeply respected them for performing in such a dangerous sport as Formula 1. You, on the other hand were never interested in any of them anyway. You befriended a few of the drivers, sometimes partied with them, but no one really caught your interest. No one besides Lewis Hamilton.
Lewis was your father’s most prized possession in the team. 7 times World Champion (or 8 if you ask me), a genuine person, an expert in what he was doing and the best he could get.
Lewis Hamilton emanated power everywhere he went. He always took his work and image very seriously, always told it as it was and his charming personality never failed to impress everyone in the room. Even the drivers looked up to him, hoping to one day be as great as him. Your first encounter with him was when you were only 15 years old, and to say that you were immediately intimidated by him was an understatement.
The nervousness you constantly felt when you were around him was originally a reaction to all the things you heard about the driver. But as time passed, you found yourself intimidated for others reasons. Maybe it was because you were a teenager and your hormones were going crazy, or because of all the books and fanfiction you used to read at that time, but you couldn’t take your eyes away from him anymore. Everything about him drew you in. His tall and muscular body, his numerous tattoos that gave him a dangerous and playboy vibe, his soothing but rough voice adorned with the most beautiful british accent, his braided hair and smooth skin… That man was basically sex on legs. One of God’s finest pieces.
He instantly took a very protective role in your life. To him, you were basically a child, especially due to the big age-gap between you. But you were also his boss’s daughter so he naturally felt the need to protect you.
Now, at 23, you managed to keep a close friendship with the driver. He was always there if you needed advice for something, always there to rant to about your crazy life and always there for a good time. You spent a lot of vacations with him and his friends. Went to a lot of road trips, skateboard dates, dinner or breakfast dates, countless movie nights, sometimes just the two of you. And although your crush on him never went away, in fact the adoration and attraction only deepened, he not once tried anything with you. He always kept things friendly between you two, decent.
And it frustrated the shit out of you. Sometimes you would catch him staring at you, or even touching you for a minute longer, but never more than that. And you slowly began losing hope that one day he’d see you as more than a friend and his boss’s daughter.
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It’s Friday night. Since you didn’t have any plans for today and were bored out of your mind, you decided to call Lewis to ask if he would go out with you tonight. He apologized and told you that he wasn’t really feeling like doing anything crazy tonight, but insisted that you could come over and spend time together, maybe watch a movie or something. You accepted immediately.
So here you were now, 1AM in his living room, with your head on his lap and eyes closed. You didn’t mean to fall asleep really, but your fucked up sleep schedule was beginning to take a toll on you, making you doze off at very random times. Plus, the way his hand was mindlessly running through your hair felt too good.
You slowly open your eyes when you feel Roscoe licking at your hand. With a groan, you try to sit up and take in everything that’s going on. How long have you been asleep for? “Suits” is still playing on the TV, the room is almost dark except for the light of the television, Roscoe is sitting by the couch, looking back at you with his tongue hanging out, and Lewis is on his phone, probably reading through his emails.
“Thought you’d never wake up.” He chuckled, locking his phone and throwing it on the couch.
“I’m so sorry, Lewis.” You sighed, rubbing your face with your hands in hope of getting rid of the sleepiness and the headache you just woke up with. “I didn’t mean to, lately I’ve been having trouble with sleep. Maybe it’s because of school, I don’t know. My schedule doesn’t really allow me a healthy bed time anymore.”
He looks worried as he reaches out to you, shaking your arm a little.
“You can sleep here if you want. It’s late, you’re obviously very tired. I don’t want you driving back home in this state.” He proposes.
“Yeah? I can?” You chuckle, placing your hand on his. Your stomach flutters when you feel his soft, warm skin.
He looks rather angelic in the low light. His eyes are shiny but tired, his lips look soft and juicy, and his body is comfortably spread on the sofa.
“You know you can, bunny.”
Bunny. He loves to call you that. Ever since you were a teenager, he’d always call you that. You found it cute.
“Okay, then. Can I borrow some clothes, though? These jeans aren’t the most comfortable thing in the world to be honest.” You say, getting up from the couch.
“Yeah, sure.”
You follow him to the guest room. The bed looks cozier than ever, and you quickly find yourself hopping into it, groaning at the feeling of the comfortable and soft mattress. Lewis laughs and leaves you for a moment, but comes back a few seconds later, throwing some clothes on the bed beside you.
“Got you a shirt and some pants. But I’m not sure the pants are gonna fit though. You’re… a lot smaller than me for sure.” He spoke, crossing his arms to his chest. “Sorry.”
“No, Lewis. It’s all good.” You giggle, waving your arm lazily. “Thank you.”
You take a moment to look at him again. He has a soft smile on his face and his body is leaning against the door frame, the dim light in the room accentuating the muscles in his arms. He looked huge. And delicious.
Jesus.
“Good night.” He gently whispered. You say it back and then he finally leaves the room, leaving you all alone. And frustrated.
With a deep sigh, you grab the clothes he gave you and inspect them a little. A simple tie dye t-shirt(he loves these), and a pair of shorts, probably the smalest he had in his wardrobe. And they still looked big. Making a decision, you throw the pants on a chair and only keep the t-shirt, then start to change out of your clothes.
Once that was done, you floop back on the bed and check your phone real quick, before turning off the lights and pulling the blanket over your body.
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You woke up sweaty. With a groan, you quickly pull the covers off your hot body to try and get some air. Your hair is sticking to your forehead and the massive headache you just woke up with already makes you irritated.
Stretching your body a little, you reach for the phone sitting on the nightstand to check the time. 4AM.
“God dammit.” You curse under your breath, rubbing your face with your palm.
You could feel the faint smell of Lewis’s cologne on the t-shirt he gave you. Le Labo’s Rose 31, his favorite. Biting your lip, you bring the material to your nose and inhale the scent. A moan almost escaped you. You could basically feel him, it was like he was in the room with you again. And that definitely didn’t help your current state.
You start wondering what he might be doing right now. He’s probably sound asleep, spread on his king sized bed with nothing but his boxers on, quietly snoring, like he always does. You wish you were there to see him. Admire him. Touch his skin.
Subconsciously, you let your hand travel down your chest and under the shirt, touching at your hot skin. A shiver hits you, and you curiously start to feel around your stomach with your fingers. With eyes closed, you imagine Lewis touching you like that.
It wasn’t unusual for you to think about him like that. But in your defense, you just couldn’t help it. Everything about him felt masculine. His energy, his body, his voice, his gestures. He was basically the man you always dreamed of having, even for one night. You always wondered what he would be like in bed.
Maybe he’d whisper softly in your ear, call you “sweetheart”, take his time on making you feel good, praising you for how good you are for him. How good you take him. Or maybe, he’d manhandle you, make you do whatever he asks, put you in any position he wants while choking you with his big arms and mockingly slapping your face, degrading you for being such a whore, as his cock would slide in and out of you at an abusive pace, making your juices drip out of you with every deep, harsh thrust.
You don’t even remember the exact moment your fingers started rubbing your clit through your panties. You were definitely soaked, the wetness making a faint noise everytime your middle finger would flick at your pussy down to your enterance. A needy whimper escapes you. You needed more.
With the other hand, you quickly grab at your boobs, softly massaging them one by one and pulling on your sensitive nipples. It was all too much but still not enough. The material of your panties was drenched at this point, so you quickly moved them aside.
Circling your awaiting hole a few times, you insert a finger inside slowly.
“Mm, fuck.” You moan, hiding your face into the pillow so you could hopefully hide the sounds you were making.
You imagined Lewis doing this to you. Sitting between your thighs so he can have a clear image of your creamy pussy as he is pumping his fingers in and out of you. He’d have his mouth on you from time to time, sucking your clit harshly and moving his tongue from one hole to the other. His deep brown eyes would never leave your figure, trying to take in every single inch of you and memorize it, so he can always remember how desperate and ruined he makes you.
“Such a pretty pussy. U’re doing so good for me.” He’d praise.
The squelching sound of your cunt momentarily takes you off the trance. Your hand is wet and you’re working one more finger inside of you now, as your other hand desperately rubs at your sensitive button. You can’t believe you’re doing this in Lewis’s house, especially when his room is so close to yours, but you shamelessly don’t care enough about that right now, not when you’re so close to your orgasm.
“Mphh, Lewis…” You cry out, eyes shut.
As your back arches off the mattress, you start scissoring the fingers inside your pussy faster. You gasp for air as your legs begin to shake violently, your swollen clit throbbing uncontrollably. You moan louder than expected as you come all over your fingers, and the thought of Lewis hearing your needy sounds almost excites you more.
After a few moments, you remove the fingers from your pussy. You needed a shower so bad, maybe it would wash away the shame you were feeling at the pit of your stomach. Were you too loud? Did he hear how pathetic you’ve been, just from his scent and a few scenarios of him fucking you with his mouth and fingers?
Sitting up, you scrunch your face in disgust at the feeling of your drenched and cold underwear. You curse in your head for not taking them off early on. What the fuck were you supposed to wear now?
Deciding to swallow your shame, you finally get up from the bed to make your way to the bathroom that was connected to your room. After washing your hands twice with the expensive soap bar, you look into the mirror to see just how messy you really were. Your cheeks were flushed, your mascara was smudged, skin was glowy with sweat and your hair looked like a bird nest. Basically, it was as if you had just taken part in a gangbang.
With a sigh, you take off your panties and run them through the water, trying to wash away the sin you had just committed. Getting lost in thoughts, your stomach almost startles you as it begins to growl loudly. The little amount of energy you had left and now you felt hungry, and incredibly thirsty. Balancing your options, you wonder if you should leave the room to go get something to eat from the kitchen. Your panties were still wet and you couldn’t imagine wearing them now, but you knew you’d never be able to fall asleep again if your stomach constantly demanded food. Plus, drinking tap water was never an option.
“Fuck.”
Slipping your underwear back on, you inspect yourself in the mirror a little and pull on Lewis’s t-shirt, making sure that it covers enough, just in case.
The whole penthouse is silent as you walk to the kitchen. A few lights are still on, but that’s just how Lewis prefers it. You assume Roscoe is in his room fast asleep as well, because you don’t run into him on your way. Opening the fridge, you immediately grab a bottle of water and place it on the counter, before scanning for some food. The indian takeout boxes were really calling your name right now, so you grabbed two of them before closing the door with your foot.
“Couldn’t sleep?”
You almost drop the boxes from your hands when you hear his voice. Turning around, you find him staring at you, with a little smirk on his face.
“You almost shit your pants, bunny. Did I scare you?” He laughs, approaching you.
“Jesus, Hamilton. Almost gave me a heart attack, could’ve died right here on your kitchen floor.” You exhaled, dropping the boxes on the table and placing a hand on your chest, trying to see if your heart was still beating.
“I’m sorry. Won’t do it again.” He chuckles and briefly massages your shoulders, before pushing past you to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. After he takes a few sips, he speaks again. “Why aren’t you sleeping?”
“Why aren’t you sleeping?” You bite back, drinking from your own water, almost gulping down the whole thing.
The thought of what you just did a few moments ago creeps into your head again, and you suddenly wish the ground would swallow you. What if he heard? You get self conscious remembering that you’re only wearing his shirt and your destroyed pair of panties that were still wet and uncomfortable, so you pull on the hem to hopefully try and cover yourself as much as possible.
His top lip twitches for a second, then he smiles and shrugs. “Was thirsty.”
He looked absolutely delicious now, with nothing on but a pair of grey shorts and his braids down. His abs were shining underneath the dim lights, and all you wanted right now really was to drop down on your knees and lick them. You couldn’t look further down though, you feared you might pass out if you saw the imprint of his dick in his pants.
You had the opportunity to take a peek, though. Multiple times. Especially on race weekends, when he would just grab his dick in his hand and struggle to readjust himself through the racing suit before hopping in the car. You knew he was big. You fantasized about how he would feel on your tongue, heavy and large. About how he would fuck your throat rough, making you choke on his cock. About how he would hardly be able to slide into your tight, warm pussy, but when he would finally make it, he’d rip you apart with it until you were left a crying, overstimulated mess.
“Why are you so red, bunny? Are you ill?” He asks, furrowing his brows.
When you finally snap out of your filthy thoughts, he’s already in front of you, checking your temperature with the back of his hand, looking concerned.
“N-no.” You almost sound unsure, your voice cracking a little.
“No?” He shakes his head, cupping your flushed cheeks in his hands.
You couldn’t make eye contact with him, even though you knew he was intently watching you. He was so close that there was almost no space to breathe anymore, and you couldn’t take it, so you hesitantly backed off.
A cheeky smirk was plastered on his face though, and he quickly looked you up and down before grabbing a fork and digging into the food left on the table. You just stood there, petrified. No thoughts behind your eyes.
“Aren’t you gonna eat?” He spoke again.
Well, the hunger disappeared, that’s for sure.
You shake your head then clear your throat. “Not hungry anymore. I think I’ll just go back to bed.”
“Hm.”
He doesn’t say anything after that, so you grab the bottle of water and make your way past him, whispering a “good night” softly. After a few seconds, he speaks again.
“Maybe this time you’ll be able to get some sleep instead of moaning my name while you’re touching yourself.”
Your stomach drops. Maybe you’re imagining things. Maybe you’ve gone crazy. But there’s no way this was happening right now. This can’t be real.
You’re stuck in your place for a few moments, calculating your possibilities of escape. Throwing yourself out the window sounds like a good idea now. But you feel cornered, and you can’t think of what to do or say. You were doomed, for sure. But you choose to play dumb instead, so you anxiously turn to him and speak.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve been asleep the whole time.”
He says nothing, and that worries you even more.
Then he throws the fork in the sink and finally faces you. He lifts his eyebrows and leans on the counter, with his arms folded to his chest.
“No, you weren’t.” He spoke. “Come here.” He gestures with his hand.
Swallowing the lump in your throat, you decide to listen to him and get closer.
“Please don’t tell dad.” You beg. There was no point in denying anymore. He knew.
He chuckles then, and furrows his brows, looking at you funny. God, you just wish all this would be over already. It felt humiliating.
“You think I’d tell Toto about how his daughter is pleasuring herself to the thought of me?”
His words come out as a whisper as he carefully moves a strand of hair behind your ear.
“I don’t know…”
“What were you thinking about?”
You finally get the courage to look into his eyes then. You’re not sure you heard him right.
“What?”
“I think you heard me just right, princess. What were you thinking about when you had these pretty fingers deep inside your pussy?” He asks, lifting your hand and pressing a few kisses to your fingers.
A whine almost escapes your mouth while you’re watching it happen. You’ve never heard Lewis talk like that, especially towards you, and it both sexually frustrated you as well as made you impossibly shy. A deep shade of red is present on your face and you seriously don’t know if you should just risk it all and tell him about your little fantasies or act dumb about it.
“Y/n”
You snap out of it. “I-I don’t know what to say, Lewis. This is so humiliating.” You sigh deeply, covering your face with your hands.
“Hey, hey.” He shushed you, pulling you into his arms. He smelled so good, and his skin felt hot pressed against yours, even with the t-shirt you were wearing as a barrier. “No need for that, bunny. It’s just me.” His words come out as a whisper as he is moving his hand up and down your back. “…Just us.”
Lifting your head slowly, you look into his eyes and bite your lip. This was all you ever wanted. For him to want you back. And now that he finally hinted that he might be into you in that way, had you at a loss of words and action.
Fuck it, you thought. It’s been too long. Too much time spent on secretive glances, crushing, overthinking, masturbating to the thought of him. Maybe you could finally get something out if it.
“I was thinking of you… Touching me.”
“Good girl. How was I touching you, hm?” The praise goes straight to your core as his head falls to your neck to press a few wet kisses, and you swore you could die right there on the spot. His hands squeeze your waist a little before traveling down to your ass, massaging patiently, waiting for you to respond to his question.
You moan at the action, getting lost in the feeling of him touching you like that. In a second, he lifts you up by your thighs and you unconsciously wrap your legs around his waist. He sits you on the counter then positions himself between your bare legs. His warm hands touch the insides of your thighs, making your breath hitch. You still can’t believe this is happening.
“You look so good in my clothes…” He mumbles, lifting one of his hands to your shirt and squeezing your skin a little. When he reaches your breasts, he squeezes harder.
“Mm… Lewis…” You whine pathetically, waiting for more.
“That’s what you were moaning a few minutes ago, baby?”
You look up to find him staring at you intently with his teeth pulling at his lower lip. His eyes were darker, full of lust. You enjoy having him like this, you realized. A man, the man you dreamed about, about to pleasure you.
“Yes.” You confess sincerely, batting your eyelashes at him.
“You’re such a naughty girl…” He whispers, touching your soft cheek with his finger.
His other hand starts wondering further underneath your shirt, and you find yourself opening your legs wider, waiting desperately for his touch. You can feel one of his fingers pressing against your clit only a few seconds later, and you can’t help but moan already. He rubs tight, circular circles on your sensitive button and groans, pushing your body back. You lean back and let him lift your legs on the counter.
“Shit, bunny. You look so delicious right now."
He reaches the band of your underwear and pulls on it urgently, leaving you bare in front of him. Normally you'd get self conscious everytime a man saw you naked, but for some reason that wasn't the case now. The desire to have Lewis eat you out was much bigger than any insecurity you may have. You grow impatient already just thinking about it and you feel your pussy clenching around nothing. He notices.
“I’m going to eat this pretty pussy.”
“Please.” You say immediately, eager to feel his tongue on your most sensitive spot.
He pulls you closer to the edge of the counter and gets on his knees, holding onto your shaky legs. You played this scenario in your head over and over again so many times, and you craved to see it finally happen. You really need to see him.
Standing up a little, you think you might just pass out. There he was, propped between your legs, licking a fat stripe of your pussy. He makes eye contact then and moans, connecting his lips to your puffy clit and sucking, hard.
Your body twitches on instinct and you whimper, pushing your needy pussy into his face. He moans and starts licking up and down your cunt, pushing his tongue inside you from time to time.
“Yes… Just like that.” You manage to say.
He’s hungrily lapping at your cunt like he hadn’t eaten in days, collecting all your sweet essence with his eager mouth. You can’t help but yelp a little when you feel two of his thick, long fingers pushing inside your tight pussy. It stings a little, but he doesn’t let you adjust, instead he pushes them deeper and curls them, making your eyes roll and your jaw drop.
“Oh my god." You gasp, arching your back so hard that you think it might break in half. His mouth is still attached to your sensitive clit, pressing torturous licks on it.
He pulls away a little bit, looking at how his two fingers push in and out of you, all shiny with your juices. His darkened eyes were glued to your pussy, like he was hypnotized by the sight. And he was. Suddenly, his eyes snap to yours and you think you’d never seen something hotter in your entire life.
“Look at you, baby… Hear the sounds your pretty pussy is making for me? You’re so fucking wet.” He humms and gives your puffy clit a sharp slap, fucking his fingers faster inside you.
You scream his name, like you always dreamed of doing. You’re desperately trying to hump his hand to get more, already feeling the familiar tightness in your lower stomach building rapidly. He doesn’t like that, so he quickly pushes your hips down with his free hand, keeping you in place. You don’t get to protest, because then he curls his fingers right on your g-spot, having your body tense immediately. You’re almost breathless and trashing your tiny body on his counter, and when he gets his hand on you and starts to flick your clit with rapid movements, you know you’re done for.
“That’s it. Cum all over my fingers like a good girl.”
You don’t hear anything for a few seconds after that. Your ears are tingling, your toes are curling and your whole body is shaking violently. Your orgasm washes over you in an instant, your pussy clenching down on his two fingers.
While you’re busy trying to catch your breath, he doesn’t stop. He continues to fuck you with his fingers, a bit slower now, and he reattached his mouth to your pussy, licking it slowly.
Feeling overstimulated, you immediately jerk away from his touch, twitching uncontrollably.
“N-no… too much!” You whimper, pushing his head back.
“Mm.” He slowly removes his fingers, and you feel yourself clenching around nothing. He’s chasing a trail of cum that your pussy is pushing out with his tongue and moans. “Such a sweet pussy. Sweetest I’ve ever had.” He praises.
You don’t say anything. Mostly because you can’t. Your whole body feels like jelly, still shaky from the powerful orgasm you just had. But you knew he wasn’t done with you yet. No, he gets up and grabs your chin forcefully, smashing your lips together. You can taste yourself on his lips and it makes your head spin and your pussy leak. Again.
When he finally pulls away, he takes a moment to look at your fucked out expression and humms, licking his lip.
“Was it good, bunny?” A smirk creeps out on his face.
“Yes…” You reply, the shyness taking place in you again as you batt your eyelashes at him.
“Good…” He whispers softly, tugging slowly on your bottom lip. “God, I want to fuck you so bad right now.”
God, the things this man makes you feel. He just fucked you stupid with his mouth and fingers and now he wants to fuck your pussy? It had to be a dream.
You want to take advantage of this moment for as long as you can.
“Fuck me, Lewis. I want it.”
The way you just look up at him so innocently but so seductive at the same time, with lips swollen, slightly messy hair and smudged mascara, makes his dick twitch. It isn’t the first time he’s rock hard for you though. No. You never knew this, but he had his eyes on you too. For the past few months, at race weekend, everytime he’d see you, you’d have him losing his mind. Walking around in short skirts and crop tops, or those lovely sundresses you adore so much. It made his dick throb, and he had to make up some excuses a few times just to run back to his driver’s room and touch himself. But he wasn’t only attracted to you because of those things. Your energy captivated him completely, and he knew he wasn’t the only one dreaming about having you. He wasn’t blind, nor stupid. He saw the way the other younger drivers or random people in the pit crew looked at you. How they smiled at you or tried to make you laugh, subtly touching you. It made him feral.
Toto was his boss. They go way back. Lewis admired your father, in many ways, and the bond they formed through working together was tight, for sure. He knew about the stupid rule he had for you, about dating or messing around with the drivers, and he respected that. Up until recently, when he started looking at you in a different light, and the rule suddenly frustrated him deeply. He never had a problem staying away from you. The need to protect you was the only thing on his mind. Then he started to finally see you.
How smart you were, how much joy you bring when you walk into a room. How everyone stops to look or listen to you when you talk. How adventurous you are and openly emotional without a care about what other people might think of you. The way you’re always there for people, the warmth you possess. Your unintentional seductiveness. Your charm.
Now, he had you exactly where he wanted. He wasn’t sure at first if he should tell you that he heard your sweet sounds when you masturbated to the thought of him, but he became desperate. All he needed was confirmation that you felt the same way about him as he felt about you. And he got it. He wasn’t gonna let you slip away this time. And he was done thinking about how complicated the situation is with your father.
Grabbing at your hand, he helps you get off the counter. You look at him confused, scared that he might realize that everything was a mistake and he’d changed his mind. But the thought quickly vanishes when he starts kissing your neck and nipping at your skin, lifting your shirt with his hands.
“I’m not gonna fuck you in a kitchen. My sweet baby deserves a bed, no?” His raspy voice sends goosebumps on your skin and you nod, letting him walk you backwards to his room, as he finally manages to get rid of the only material left on your body.
When you get to his room, he carefully pushes you on the bed, with him on top. The cold air in the room hits your sensitive flesh and makes your nipples harden. Licking your lips, you raise your head from the soft pillow to look at him. His gaze is darkened and his bottom lip sits between his teeth, pulling at it desperately, like he was trying so hard to keep his control. You wanted him to lose it. All of it.
“Please, Lewis… Fuck me. Wanted this for so long.” A whine escapes your lips and you pout, caging his body between your legs as your legs wrap tightly around his torso.
Your confession made him groan. He wanted to keep this moment in his memory forever. How needy you are begging for him to fuck you, how pretty you looked all spread out on his bed, with your hair tousled on his pillow, your lips puffy from his kisses and your eyes glossy and dazed.
Finally, he gets rid of the shorts he was wearing, pulling them off along with his boxers. You're left speechless as you shamelessly stare at his very erect cock. It's thick and you can spot a few angry veins almost popping, running up towards the head. It's standing proud and tall glued to his pelvis, almost reaching his belly button, and it has your mouth water.
He notices how you stare at him with your cheeks flushed and your lip between your teeth and smirks, tapping your thigh a few times to get your attention.
"What's wrong, baby?"
"It's so big..."
"Yeah? Never had a real man before, princess?" He asks, raising your leg to his shoulder and pressing soft kisses on your soft skin while maintaining eye contact with you.
You shake your head timidly.
"Gonna make you feel so good. You trust me?"
"Yes." You respond immediately, squirming under him.
"Just hold on for a sec. I gotta have some condoms in here." He lets go of your leg and leans towards his nightstand to search for the condoms.
"W-wait." You stopped him, pressing a hand to his chest. You were anxious when your next words left your lips. "I... I'm clean, and on birth control, so if you want, there's no need for that."
He turned his head to look at you and stopped in his tracks.
"Want me to fuck you bare, bunny?" He reached a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and looked at you lovingly, with a grin on his face.
"Mhm." You mumbled, nodding your head. "If that's okay with you, of course!" You rushed the words out.
"I'm more than okay with that." He hummed, caressing your hip with his thumb. "Come 'ere."
He pulled you lower on the bed and leaned forward, gripping your cheeks and smashing his lips with yours. He kisses you slow at first, taking his time to taste you. Then, as his hands start to explore your naked body, it turns wild. You feel dizzy as you wrap your hands around his neck to bring him even closer and your hot bodies stick to each other. It feels so intimate, you've never experienced something like this with someone before. His erection is standing right between your legs and it makes you raise your hips eagerly. You want him inside already.
"So eager." He whispers and smirks, pulling away a bit.
You glance down and lick your lips as he lines himself up, watching him tap your clit a few times with his cock, then pushing his head through your sensitive folds to collect all your juices. It sends jolts of electricity through your body and you whimper, spreading yourself a bit more. When he finally slides in, it's so overwhelming that you let your mouth hang open with a loud moan. The stretch is stinging a lot, but there's another sensation that comes with it that makes it so pleasurable at the same time.
Lewis watches you carefully and stills his movements, to let you adjust to his size. Your eyebrows are slightly furrowed as you try to relax as much as you can to accomodate your thight walls around him. Once you feel the pain diminuate a bit you nod your head, letting him know that he can move further.
He slips in a little more then and lets himself moan at the heavenly feeling of your bare, tight pussy squeezing him tightly.
"Doing sooo good, baby. Taking me like a pro." He praises, moving your damp hair out of your face.
He bottoms out inside you and you whimper. He's so deep that you could swear you felt it in your stomach, but you want more.
As if he could read your mind, he slowly pulls out a bit then pushes himself inside again, making you let out tiny mewls and moans as you got to feel every ridge and vein of his cock. Lewis humms and buries his face in your neck, leaving wet, hot kisses all over it before going down to your breasts and taking one of them in his mouth and swirling his tongue around your hard, sensitive nipple. He starts to thrust his hips in a steady rhythm while taking your other breast in his mouth and all you can do is arch your back and whine, overwhelmed by the intense feeling.
"So fucking tight." He hissed, leaning back to grab your thighs and lift them on his shoulders, the new position allowing him to hit your spot better. You felt so full of him, and you were ready to cry from the pleasure.
"Lewis." You let out a loud moan and touch his abs, scratching them as he suddenly surprises you with a rougher pace that makes you roll your eyes back and let out a cry.
“Shit.” He curses, groaning when he feels your pussy clench around his fat cock. “Thought about fucking this pretty pussy every single day lately. And now look at you, all fucked out on my bed.”
His words make your head spin. You had no idea he thought about this just like you did, so many times.
“Y-you thought about me?” You manage to ask between moans, looking down for a second to catch a glimpse of his dick sliding in and out of you at a fast pace.
He went in for a messy kiss then pulled back a little, looking at you with half closed eyes. “You have no idea.” He mutters, grabbing your neck softly.
The sounds in the room are intoxicating. It’s filled with heavy breaths, moans, skin slapping repeatedly and the filthy sound of your impossibly wet pussy getting filled to the brim by Lewis. Your gaze is locked with his and it feels like there’s just the two of you left in this world. Nothing matters anymore. Not your dad, not your age gap, nothing. It’s so intense and intimate that it almost has your heart burst out of your chest.
Your thighs are trembling as he folds them to your chest, and your hands are frantically searching for something to grip onto, while incoherent sounds are dripping off your lips.
“You wanna cum, princess?” He asks, smirking down at you.
“Yes! Yes, please please don’t stop.” You beg, shaking your head as short screams leave your mouth.
He’s quick to drag a hand down to your pussy and starts rubbing your clit harshly with his thumb to force your release. The added pleasure makes you pulsate rapidly around his cock and you find yourself arching your back off the mattress again, struggling to breathe as your orgasm is nearing quickly.
“Come on, want you to make a mess on this cock, baby. Can you do that for me?”
You nod your head pathetically and yelp when he pinches your swollen clit, letting out a loud cry as your orgasm washes over you. It hits you so quickly and so violently that it makes your breath get stuck and your eyes squeeze shut while your legs are uncontrollably shaking. Your juices are dripping down Lewis’s cock and onto the mattress underneath you, and it’s a sight to die for as he watches it all happen.
“Good girl. Did so good f’ me.” He coos, but doesn’t stop the movements of his hips, although he slows down a bit to let you come down from your orgasm.
When you open your eyes to look at him, you find him already looking at you, with an enamored expression on his face. His hand is softly caressing your thigh while he is admiring the post-orgasmic glow of your skin.
Soon enough, he is picking up his pace again and you whine in discomfort and overstimulation, furrowing your brows.
“Can’t. Please. Can’t.” You squirm underneath him.
“You can, baby. Come on, just a little bit more.”
Using his arms, he spreads your legs wider so he can have more access to you. His thrusts quicken again and his fingers attaches themselves to your clit again, pressing into it in circular motions. You were squeezing him so tightly that he could barely move inside you but he pulled through, ramming his hips into yours with brutal force, trying to chase his own release.
“Oh.” You gasped and glued your eyes down to where your cunt was greedily sucking him in. Your milky essence is visible at the base of his cock and the sight is downright filthy.
“Fuck.” He grunts, also watching where you two are connected before he lunges towards you and grips your neck more tightly and yanks you forward a bit. You prop up on your elbows and look at him with wide, doe eyes, moaning uncontrollably. “Where do you want it, bunny?”
“Inside!” You respond immediately, placing one of your hands around his wrist. “Want you to come inside me. Please.”
Your eagerness to take his cum inside your tiny walls makes him shiver with enthusiasm. His tip hits your g-spot with every powerful snap of his hips and it made you part your lips in bliss. Lewis takes the opportunity to slide his tongue inside your mouth, kissing you messily. You suddenly start to feel a different kind of pressure at the pits of your stomach and you wince, pulling back from the kiss.
“Lewis… I think there’s something wrong. Feels different.” You slurred, your eyes widening in fear.
“It’s alright, baby. I’m here. Give me one more, yeah?” He grunted, flicking at your clit with his palm rapidly.
The bed is moving with the rhythm of his aggressive thrusts and you feel your muscles contract and twitch with every move. You’re fluttering around him desperately as you scratch down his back with your polished nails and he moans deeply.
“Fuck. Gonna stuff this cunt. Come on, come for me. again, baby.” You know he is close by how much you can feel him throb inside of you.
With a particularly sharp thrust your orgasm washes over you, and you scream, letting your back fall on the mattress as you squirted, your juices making a mess on both you and Lewis. The sight makes him burst instantly and he groans, throwing his head back while he stills inside of you, pumping you full of his cum.
You’ve never done this before. I mean, you definitely heard of squirting, but no one was ever able to get you to this stage. You quickly become self conscious. What if he didn’t like it? What if he found you disgusting now? Terrified, you look up to him only to find out how wrong you were. He is already looking your way, with a huge smirk on his face.
“Look at that. My girl squirted all over the place.”
You blush deeply at his words and cover your face with your hands, but he is quick to grab them and pin them to the bed around your head.
“Why are you hiding? What’s wrong?” He chuckled, amused by the childish action.
“I… I’ve never done that before.”
“Did it feel good though?” He asked with a smug grin.
“Mhm…” You bite your lip and writhe slightly, making him moan at the sudden movement.
He carefully pulls out of you and leans back on his heels, only to see both of your releases slowly drip out of your cunt. He humms and brings two fingers there to massage around your hole, and then he pushes them inside, fucking the cum back into you.
You whine and he stops, looking back at you.
“Wait here for a second, hm? I’m going to draw you a bath.”
You nod and thank him quietly, watching him lovestruck as he gets up from the bed, collects his boxers from the floor and pulls them on, then disappears to the bathroom.
Few minutes later you’re both in the tub, your back is pressed against his chest and your eyes are closed in relaxation while he is lazily running his hand through your hair.
Even though the silence is comfortable, you can’t help but start to overthink. What was he thinking about? You didn’t necessarily think he regretted what you did, but what did it mean? Was he going to ghost you after that? Act like nothing ever happened? You wouldn’t judge him, especially considering the situation with your father, but you hoped that it wouldn’t be the case. Part of you was convinced that he wouldn’t just leave you in the dark like that. That wasn’t Lewis. Could never be Lewis. But your insecurities are still eating you alive.
Then he takes you by surprise again by reading your mind. “What are you thinking about?”
“I was actually wondering what were you thinking about.” You chuckle, leaning your head back a bit to look at him. God, how can this man be so beautiful?
He smiles softly and nuzzles his nose along your cheek, pressing a sweet and tender kiss to it.
You let out a breath and sigh, closing your eyes at the sensation. “I was just asking myself… what now, I guess.” You shrugged, with a heavy heart.
He furrows his brows and grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. “What do you want?”
You gulped and licked your lips, looking at him through your lashes. “I want you.”
“Then you have me. And you know I want you too. But it’s going to be a lot more complicated than that.” He whispers to you and you feel your heart drop on the spot, afraid of what he might be insinuating.
Noticing the broken look in your eyes, he quickly places his hands on both your cheeks and leans forward. “What I mean by that is, that we should be careful. I know keeping things a secret isn’t healthy, but giving the circumstances, I don’t think it would benefit either of us right now if someone found out about what we have going on. I promise that it won’t last forever, I would never keep you a secret, but for now that’s just the way things are.”
You take in his words. You know he is right. And you’ll take anything as long as it means that he’ll be finally yours. Even though the thought of keeping a secret like that, especially from your dad, makes you feel uneasy. But you’re so ready to give it a shot, just for him. What if everything turns out alright in the end?
“I know. And I understand.” You nodded, closing your eyes and pressing your lips against his in a tender kiss.
When you pull back, he gives you a quick wink and a smile, tapping the inside of your thigh lightly. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.”
summary : biting has weirdly always been a part of y/n's love language, what happens when she bites oscar where he's a little bit more than just sensitive?
warnings/notes : swearing, smut, unprotected sex (please use protection!), sub!oscar, creampie, biting, marking kink, hickies, oral (m!receiving), edging, handjob, praise kink,degrading kink, name calling, begging, humiliation kink, cum play, multiple orgasms, slight dacryphilia, use of "good boy"
word count : 3.0k
a/n : i have a thing for submissive men i fear (this is so self indulgent)
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Y/n and Oscar were playfighting on the living room floor, laughing and giggling as they tumbled around. Suddenly, Y/n leaned in and planted a small, innocent bite on Oscar's neck. However, she had unknowingly found a sensitive spot, causing him to let out a sharp gasp.
Startled by his reaction, Y/n pulled back, her eyes wide with concern. "Oh my god, are you okay?" she asked, her voice filled with worry.
Oscar, still reeling from the unexpected sensation, couldn't help but let out a soft moan. "Yeah, I'm fine," he managed to say, his voice slightly strained. "It just felt really intense for a moment there."
Y/n bit her lip, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Really? Well, maybe we should explore that a little more," she suggested, leaning in once again.
She grinned, enjoying the effect she was having on Oscar. She continued to suck and nibble on his neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive spot with each bite. Oscar's breathing grew heavier, and he couldn't help but let out a whimper as she bit down harder.
"Jesus fuck, are you a vampire or something?" he gasped, trying to mask the pleasure he was feeling. His body trembled slightly, and he could feel his heart racing in his chest.
Y/n chuckled, her hot breath tickling his skin. "Maybe I am," she whispered, her voice low and seductive. "Or maybe you're just sensitive."
She continued her assault on his neck, alternating between gentle kisses and sharp bites. Each time she found that sensitive spot, Oscar couldn't help but moan, his body responding to her touch in ways he hadn't expected.
Y/n's fingers deftly worked at the hem of Oscar's hoodie, pulling it up and over his head. She tossed it aside, revealing his toned chest and abs. Her eyes roamed over his body, taking in every inch of exposed skin.
"Mmm, look at you," she purred, her hands trailing down his chest. "So strong and sexy."
Oscar shivered at her touch, his muscles tensing as her fingers explored his body. He couldn't believe how turned on he was getting from something so simple.
Y/n leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "I wonder what other sensitive spots I can find on you," she whispered, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine.
Her hands continued their exploration, moving lower and lower until they reached the waistband of his jeans. With a swift motion, she unbuttoned them and slid her hand inside, palming his growing erection through his boxers.
Y/n guided Oscar to the couch, her hands firmly grasping his hips. Once he was seated, she knelt down in front of him, her fingers hooking into the waistband of his boxers. Slowly, she pulled them down, revealing his hard, throbbing member.
"Oh, looks like someone's excited," she teased, her eyes locked onto his manhood. She wrapped her hand around his shaft, giving it a few gentle strokes.
Oscar let out a low groan, his head falling back against the couch cushions. He couldn't believe how good her touch felt, and he was already aching for more.
Y/n leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of his cock. She swirled her tongue around the head, tasting the salty pre-cum that had gathered there. Then, she took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around his shaft as she began to bob her head up and down.
Oscar's moans and whines grew louder as Y/n's skilled mouth worked on his throbbing member. She pulled away for a moment, leaving him panting and desperate for more.
"Look at you, so needy and desperate," she taunted, her hand continuing to stroke his shaft. "You're like a bitch in heat, aren't you?"
Oscar couldn't even form a coherent response, his mind clouded with lust and desire. He could only nod and whimper, his hips bucking into her hand as she continued to tease him.
Y/n smirked, enjoying the power she held over him. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "Beg for it," she whispered, her voice low and seductive. "Beg for me to take you back into my mouth."
Oscar's heart raced at her words, his body trembling with anticipation. "Please," he begged, his voice hoarse with desire. "Please, I need you. I need your mouth on me."
Y/n's hand slowed to a torturous pace, her fingers barely grazing Oscar's sensitive skin. She could feel him squirming beneath her touch, his desperation growing with each passing second.
"Please, Y/n," he begged, his voice cracking with need. "I can't take it anymore. I need you so badly."
She chuckled, her breath hot against his skin. "What was that? I didn't quite catch that."
Oscar's hips bucked upwards, seeking more friction. "Please, I'm begging you. Take me into your mouth again. I need to feel your lips around me. I'll do anything, just please don't stop."
Y/n's eyes gleamed with satisfaction at his desperate pleas. She loved seeing him so worked up, so completely at her mercy. She leaned in, her tongue flicking out to tease the tip of his cock.
"Since you asked so nicely," she purred, before taking him back into her mouth, her lips sealing around his shaft as she began to bob her head once more.
As Y/n's lips and tongue worked their magic, Oscar couldn't hold back the loud, slutty moans that escaped his lips. The sound of his own voice, so desperate and needy, only served to heighten his arousal.
Y/n smiled against his cock, feeling it twitch in response to his moans. She planted soft kisses along the prominent vein on the underside of his shaft, her lips trailing up and down its length.
Oscar covered his face with his hands, his eyes fixed on the ceiling as he tried to process the overwhelming sensations coursing through his body. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as he got closer and closer to the edge.
"Fuck, Y/n," he gasped, his voice strained with pleasure. "I'm gonna cum. Oh god, you're gonna make me cum."
Y/n picked up the pace, her mouth and hand working in tandem to bring him to the brink. She could feel him throbbing against her tongue, his body tensing as he prepared for his release.
Oscar's whines and moans grew louder and more desperate as Y/n's mouth and hand worked tirelessly on his throbbing cock. His body trembled with each stroke of her tongue, his hips bucking upwards as he sought more friction.
"Oh god, Y/n," he panted, his voice hoarse with pleasure. "Don't stop, please don't stop. I'm so close, I can feel it."
Y/n could sense his impending orgasm, and she doubled her efforts, her lips and tongue working in perfect harmony to push him over the edge. She could feel his cock pulsing against her tongue, his body tensing as he neared his climax.
As Oscar's orgasm hit, Y/n felt his cock pulse and twitch in her mouth. She continued to suck and stroke him through his climax, her cheeks hollowing as she worked to milk every last drop of his cum.
When he finally finished, she pulled back, his spent member slipping from her lips. She held his gaze as she opened her mouth, revealing the thick, creamy load she had collected.
Slowly, she straddled his thighs, leaning in to press her lips against his in a deep, passionate kiss. As their tongues met, she allowed some of his cum to transfer into his mouth, forcing him to taste himself.
Oscar moaned into the kiss, his hands coming up to grip her hips. He could taste his own essence on her tongue, the flavor both strange and arousing. He knew he should feel embarrassed, but all he could focus on was the intense pleasure coursing through his veins.
As their tongues continued to dance, Oscar's hands shook as he gripped Y/n's waist. He could feel the heat of her body pressing against his, and he craved more.
"Take your clothes off," he whispered against her lips, his voice rough with desire. "I want to feel you, all of you."
Y/n smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She sat back, slowly peeling off her shirt to reveal her perky breasts, clad in a lacy black bra. Oscar's eyes widened, his mouth watering at the sight.
She unhooked her bra, letting it fall away to expose her bare chest. Her nipples were hard and erect, begging for attention. Oscar reached up, his fingers grazing her sensitive peaks, eliciting a soft gasp from her lips.
Y/n then stood up, shimmying out of her jeans and panties in one fluid motion. She kicked them aside, leaving her completely naked before him. Oscar drank in the sight of her, his cock already beginning to stir once more.
Y/n straddled Oscar's thighs once more, her naked body pressing against his. She captured his lips in a searing kiss, her hands roaming over his chest and abs.
"You're such a good boy," she purred between kisses, her fingers tracing the outline of his jaw. "So obedient and eager to please."
She nipped at his bottom lip, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. "But you're also such a dirty slut, aren't you? Begging for my touch, craving my attention like a desperate whore."
Oscar moaned into her mouth, his hips bucking upwards to meet her. He couldn't deny the truth in her words; he was completely under her spell, willing to do anything for her touch.
Y/n's hand trailed down his stomach, her fingers wrapping around his hardening cock. She stroked him slowly, teasingly, her thumb swirling around the tip.
Y/n's hand moved in slow, torturous strokes along Oscar's shaft, her grip firm but not too tight. She could feel him throbbing in her palm, his body trembling with each movement of her hand.
"Shh, it's okay," she cooed, her lips brushing against his ear. "You're doing so well, being such a good boy for me."
Oscar whimpered, his hips bucking upwards in search of more friction. He wanted to beg her for more, to plead with her to let him cum, but he knew better than to disobey her.
"If you're patient and keep being a good boy," she promised, her voice low and seductive, "I'll let you cum soon. Just keep trusting me, and I'll give you everything you need."
She continued her slow, agonizing handjob, her thumb teasing the sensitive head of his cock. Oscar's breathing grew ragged, his chest heaving with each labored breath. He could feel the pressure building inside him, his orgasm hovering just out of reach.
Y/n's hand remained steady, maintaining the slow, torturous pace that was driving Oscar wild with need. As she watched him squirm beneath her touch, she noticed the tears beginning to form in the corners of his eyes.
"Aww, look at you," she cooed, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Are those tears I see? Good boys don't cry, you know."
Oscar bit his lip, trying to hold back the sobs that threatened to escape. He knew she was right, and he didn't want to disappoint her. But the pleasure was so intense, so overwhelming, that he could barely think straight.
"That's it, be a good boy," she encouraged, her hand never faltering in its rhythm. "Keep fighting those tears, and I might just reward you for your efforts."
Oscar nodded, his eyes squeezed shut as he focused on controlling his emotions. He could feel his orgasm building, the pressure inside him reaching a fever pitch. He just needed to hold on a little longer, to prove to her that he was worthy of her praise.
As Oscar's moans grew louder and more desperate, Y/n could sense his impending orgasm. She increased the speed of her strokes, her hand flying over his shaft in a blur of motion.
Just as he was about to reach his peak, she abruptly released his cock, her hand pulling away entirely. Oscar's eyes snapped open, his mouth falling agape in shock and disbelief.
"No!" he cried out, his voice cracking with desperation. "No, please don't stop. I was so close, please..."
He reached for her hand, trying to guide it back to his aching member, but she swatted his hand away. She smirked down at him, her eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure.
Y/n's eyes locked with Oscar's as she grasped his cock, positioning it at her entrance. Slowly, teasingly, she lowered herself onto him, her wet heat enveloping his throbbing member inch by delicious inch.
Oscar gasped at the sensation, his hands flying to her hips as he fought the urge to thrust upwards. She felt incredible, her walls hugging his cock like a velvet glove.
Once she was fully seated, Y/n paused, savoring the feeling of being so perfectly filled. She rolled her hips, grinding against him in a slow, sensual rhythm.
"Mmm, you feel so good inside me," she purred, her nails digging into his chest. "I could stay like this forever, just feeling you stretch me open."
Oscar moaned, his hips bucking upwards involuntarily. He couldn't believe the torture she was putting him through, the way she was teasing him with her body. He wanted to pound into her, to claim her as his own, but he knew better than to disobey her commands.
Y/n began to ride him in earnest, her hips rising and falling in a steady rhythm. She leaned forward, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin of his neck as she left a trail of bites and hickies in her wake.
Oscar groaned, his head falling back against the couch cushions as he surrendered to the pleasure. Each bite sent a jolt of electricity through his body, heightening his senses and making every thrust feel even more intense.
Y/n's nails raked down his chest, leaving red lines in their wake. She could feel his cock twitching inside her, could sense his impending release. But she wasn't ready for it to end yet.
With a wicked grin, she climbed off of him, leaving him empty and aching. She turned around, presenting her ass to him as she bent over the arm of the couch.
"Come and get it," she challenged, looking back at him over her shoulder. "Show me how much you want me."
Oscar's eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight before him. Y/n's perfect ass was on display, her pussy glistening with their combined juices. Without hesitation, he moved behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself at her entrance.
With one hard thrust, he buried himself inside her once more, groaning at the exquisite feeling of her tight heat enveloping him. He set a brutal pace, pounding into her with abandon as he chased his release.
Y/n cried out, her fingers gripping the couch cushions tightly as she pushed back against him. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with their moans and grunts of pleasure.
"Yes, just like that," she panted, her voice strained with ecstasy. "Fuck me harder, make me yours."
Oscar obliged, his hips snapping forward with each powerful thrust. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as he neared the edge. But he held back, determined to make her cum first.
Y/n's moans grew louder and more urgent as Oscar continued to pound into her. She could feel her own orgasm approaching, her body tensing as the waves of pleasure washed over her.
"Please, let me cum inside you," Oscar begged, his voice raw with desperation. "I've been such a good boy, I promise. I just need to feel you, all of you."
Y/n's eyes rolled back in her head as she teetered on the brink of ecstasy. She could feel Oscar's cock throbbing inside her, his movements becoming more erratic as he struggled to hold back his own release.
"Cum with me," she demanded, her voice a husky whisper. "I want to feel you cum inside of me."
As their orgasms crashed over them, Oscar sank his teeth into Y/n's neck, muffling his own moans of pleasure. The sensation of his teeth breaking her skin sent a fresh wave of ecstasy through her body, and she cried out in response.
Their bodies convulsed in unison, their fluids mixing as they rode out the intense waves of their shared climax. Oscar's hips continued to thrust, drawing out their pleasure for as long as possible.
Finally, they collapsed together on the couch, their bodies entwined and slick with sweat. Oscar's teeth released her neck, and he nuzzled into her hair, his breathing ragged and uneven.
As the aftershocks of their intense orgasms subsided, Oscar began to mutter words of gratitude and appreciation. His voice was hoarse and raw, filled with emotion.
"Holy shit, that was incredible," he breathed, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on Y/n's skin. "Thank you so much, you're amazing."
Y/n smiled, turning her head to capture his lips in a tender kiss. "You're welcome," she murmured against his mouth. "And you did so well, being such a good boy for me."
She pulled away from the kiss, a playful smirk on her face. "Why did you bite me?" she asked, her fingers gently probing the spot where his teeth had broken her skin.
Oscar looked sheepish, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself," he confessed. "It was like my body took control, and I needed to do something to keep from screaming."
He grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, if you're going to point out the bite on your neck, you should probably take a look at mine," he teased, tilting his head to the side.
Y/n's eyes widened as she took in the sight of his neck, covered in a patchwork of bites and hickies. Some were still red and angry, while others had begun to bruise.
"Wow, I really went to town on you, didn't I?" she laughed, her fingers tracing the marks on his skin. "You're lucky you're so cute, or else you'd have some explaining to do."
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