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“Babyyyy…”

“Whatever you want, the answer is no.”

“Baby, come on, you haven’t even heard my proposition yet!”

“Oh, so whatever you want is so insane you need to proposition me for it?” You laugh quietly as Lando groans in frustration. You’re sitting next to each other on the couch, some random show playing on the TV – incidentally, it was one of the Thai BLs you had forced your boyfriend to love because it was the only thing you could mindlessly watch while you were talking, or cleaning, or whatever.

Lando, who’s had his head in your lap, turned on his side as you lazily comb his hair with your fingers, straightens up and grabs you around the waist, pulling you close.

“Just hear me out, baby, come on, I promise you’ll like it.” Before you can respond, he leans in and presses his lips to yours, pulling out all the stops to turn you into boneless mush against him. You melt hopelessly as his tongue intertwines with yours, licking at your teeth and stroking your hot flesh.

Panting already, you pull away before you can completely lose your mind. “That’s unfair. You can’t kiss me to make me do anything you want, that’s cheating”, you whisper against his lips, not able to move away all the way, needing some form of contact, smiling as you say the words.

“Is it working?”, he asks slyly, smirking, and starts kissing along your jaw. You close your eyes and angle your head for him, world growing hazy as you forget most of everything you had just been talking about. “Is what working?”, you breathe, moaning softly as his lips drag over your skin, occasionally sucking hickeys into your neck and soothing the sting with his tongue.

Before he can turn you into a complete, willing puddle for anything and everything his freak brain can think of, you shove him off of you and shake your head like a dog trying to rid itself of water.

He laughs even as he falls backward, catching himself on the backrest of the couch. He stares at you innocently, letting his puppy eyes do all the work for him. You throw your hands up and huff: “Okay, fine. Let’s talk about whatever you want from me.”

“Yay! I knew you’d come around.”

“Only because you’re such a good kisser.”

“I know I am”, he says smugly, wiggling his eyebrows. You laugh and pull him back in, cuddling up into his arms as he twines them around you.

“Okay, so… There’s this thing I’ve been seeing online that I really want to try.” “Try, as in food, or a hobby, or as in in bed?”

He snorts. “In bed, obviously. You know me, I only get like this when I’ve found something new I want to do to you…”

You shiver at the dark promise in his voice, and he laughs, pulling you just that little bit closer into his warmth. “So, you’ve heard of Shibari right?”

“The Japanese rope art? Of course, what about it?”

“So, I’ve been doing research on all the types of knots and everything… And now I just need someone to practice it on. It seems really relaxing to be totally honest, and obviously it’s also hot as fuck, so I thought you might wanna go for a try…?”

You blush deeply as you think about the implications. Both of you were very experimental and you weren’t exactly angels in bed, either. You’d dabbled in bondage both in your relationship with Lando and in the ones before him, but you were usually the person tying rather than the tied. However, you also trusted Lando more than every other person you’d ever been with, and the few pictures you’d seen scattered in online forums and the few BDSM clubs you’d been to, had certainly piqued your interest.

“Well, what exactly does this entail?”, you ask, trying to be as professional and un-aroused as you possibly could but failing miserably.

Lando nearly jumped up with you in his arms. Grinning wildly, almost bouncing up and down, he started talking at a mile-a-minute pace: “Well, that’s up to you, of course. I’ve tried some of the really simple knots and constructs on myself and I can do some basic stuff, but for more complex patterns I didn’t have anyone to practice it with… And this doesn’t have to be a sex thing if you don’t want it to be, either. We can just do the tie and that’s it. Whatever you’re more comfortable with. Oh, I’m so excited, this is gonna be awesome…”

You put your finger on his lips, shutting him up to get a chance to talk yourself. “Okay, calm down a sec. I’d love to try this with you and thank you for trusting me enough to bring it up. I- It’s been a while since I’ve- since anyone- since I’ve been tied up, so we’ll have to start slow, and I’ll probably need a shit ton of reassurance along the way, you know how easily I slip when we do bondage. And I definitely need this to be a sex thing. Do I look like I have the self-control not to fuck my super-hot boyfriend if he’s spent the past few hours tying me up?”

“Oh, it’s not about self-control. If I tell you to, you’ll take everything like a good girl and thank me for it, won’t you?” The change in character almost gives you whiplash as you swallow hard, trying to cross your legs, to fidget around the mounting pressure in your core.

Lando quickly grabs your thigh, stopping you from moving. You whine loudly, not expecting him to slip into his role so quickly.

His voice is deeper, and he’s stopped moving so much when he responds: “Okay, I can work with that. Anything else you need to talk about?” His fingers trace the skin of your thighs, casually, almost mindlessly letting his fingers stroke you.

“How long do the ties typically take? Should we, like, put on a show or something or do you wanna do it in silence, or talk to each other…? And we use the same safeword as always?”

“Well, the ties typically take something between ten minutes and half an hour, but some of the really crazy ones, especially with suspension, can take up to multiple hours, but I have no idea if we’ll ever get that far, and we can always stop if you don’t feel comfortable anymore. And I think it’s best if you have a show in reach in case you need to distract yourself, and you can always play it over air pods if I need to concentrate. I think generally it’s gonna be better if we talk to each other when I tie you, though, cause these types of scenes can get someone pretty deep into subspace really quickly and I know how you struggle with that. And of course we’ll use Papaya as the safeword as always, and the color system too. Are- would you- I mean, how would you feel about me taking pictures at the end, just for us obviously?”

“That’s fine, just make sure you don’t leak them. That could fuck both of us up pretty badly, so don’t do them on your phone, please.”

He chuckles a bit, fingers still tracing idle patterns onto your leg. “Yeah, that makes sense.” He leans close and presses a sweet, languid kiss to your lips, letting you taste his excitement. “I’m so excited. Thanks for letting me do this baby, and remember you can always safeword out at any time.”

It became a ritual for the two of you. You’d spend an evening, or sometimes an entire day at your apartment, being careful not to interfere with either one of your schedules. You preferred doing the more complicated ties during the weeks he had off entirely between races, settling for simpler wrist ties or chest harnesses when you two were on the road.

No matter how simple or complicated the tie was, Lando was perfect at it, and it helped calm him down so much that you agreed to let him tie you before a race weekend, just to ground him. The overflowing, almost nervous energy that usually sent him bouncing around both your apartments and the track steadied into something much more focused, contemplative, grounded. Even though he occasionally struggled when he was learning a new knot, he quickly incorporated it into his repertoire and always stayed patient with both you and himself. The rope gave his fingers something to do and steadied his mind, and it was incredibly hot to both of you when it was his hands that manhandled you into positions he wanted you in, before tying you down exactly like that. The fact that he was the one rendering you immobile had an insane effect on you, and he loved nothing more than seeing you grinding mindlessly, hopelessly against the ropes for friction you wouldn’t get. Despite your earlier worries, he had eased you into the feeling of being immobile slowly, softly and carefully, and you had quickly gotten used to it again, almost starting to relax whenever he told you: “Hands behind your back” or “put your hands over your head”, knowing that that meant he was taking responsibility from you and it meant that you didn’t have to worry about anything anymore.

There had been a few situations, especially when he tried new ties, when you had safeworded out. The waist and chest ties especially had taken some getting used to as they always restricted your breathing in some way, no matter how loose he tied them. Over time, though, you had come to find even that reassuring, especially since the times you had said your safeword had been a perfect example of aftercare after a safeword, almost like straight from a book on good domming.

All of this was why you aren’t even remotely nervous anymore when you crack the door to his apartment open, letting yourself in and finding Lando already setting everything up.

He bustled towards you, eyes lighting up and kissing you deeply before letting you go and pulling you further into the room by your arm. “Tonight’s a crazy one, baby. I wanna do a waist harness with cuffs and then attach it to frog ties, which means you really won’t be able to move at all… and then I want to fuck you.”

“That’s good, baby, I trust you. You should probably get to work then, it sounds like you have quite a bit of tying to get to…”, you challenge with a small smirk that you already know you’re gonna pay for later.

Without him giving you any more instructions, you move to the large cushion in the middle of the room, stripping out of your overlarge petticoat, baring yourself to him in nothing but your underwear and kneeling on it. Reverently, slowly, Lando opens the clasp of your bra, letting it slip off your body as he presses kissed to your exposed skin. You shiver at the feel of both his mouth on you and the cold air as he shoves a pillow between your thighs and the backs of your shins and you sink into it, relaxing as he starts laying rope across your waist.

You close your eyes, breathing in and out steadily as he works around you, the harness slowly taking form as dark blue ropes crisscross your milky skin. Until he ties the rope cuffs around your wrists, you help him, holding the rope whenever he asks you to.

“You still with me?”, he asks as he finishes the cuffs. “Yeah”, you breathe out, barely audible. “Still green, too”, you reassure him before he can even ask.

“Good. Can you get up, baby? Then we can do the rest of the harness and I’ll do the frog ties on the bed, okay?”

Carefully, you get your legs under and in front of you just enough to push up from the ground, half rising out of your own strength, half letting Lando pull you up with his hands on your arms. Once you were somewhat steady, he guides you to spread your legs as far as was still comfortable, thighs trembling slightly from staying in a folded position for a period of time they had not been accustomed to before the two of you had started all of this. Still, your muscles protested at the somewhat unnatural position and you groaned quietly as the blood began flowing normally in your legs again.

Lando, meanwhile, had almost finished connecting the waist harness to the crotch rope and the cuffs, absent-mindedly stroking the sensitive skin on your inner thighs whenever he had a free hand. Soon enough, he had finished this part of the tie as well and rose to his full height, standing tall over you by a few centimeters. He handles you carefully, as if you were a fragile flower he could break if he pushed too hard, and guides you to the bed, slowly letting you down onto your stomach, making sure none of the knots push into your skin too hard and kissing down your back as he moves down your body, eventually settling between your thighs.

He starts with your left leg, taking care to move it slowly so as not to overstretch it as he folds it clean in half so that the backside of your shin was pressed against the back of your thigh. The position feels a little uncomfortable at first, but you get used to it quickly as he ties the parts of your leg together, attaching that tie to your cuffs and the waist harness before doing the same with your other leg.

You are now well and truly immobilized, stuck with him between your legs, unable to move except for your head and maybe your waist if you found the strength to throw yourself around. However, you have absolutely no desire to, entirely content to lie here, at Lando’s mercy.

Distantly, you hear him ask for your color again and you mumble “green” into the pillow, feeling hazy and not entirely like yourself.

And you truly believe that you are green – until Lando let his hands wander down your back. You flinch immediately as his hands touch you, trying to back away from the touch, a shake in your muscles you had only then noticed.

Without waiting another second, he straightens up, careful not to touch you again. “Baby, what’s wrong? Do you need to safeword out?”

You nod desperately, silently crying into the pillow now, every dam broken all of a sudden. You feel the ropes fall away one after the other as he cuts them apart, freeing you, and you only start crying harder. “I- I’m so- so sorry, I did- I didn’t want to ruin the scene! I’m so- sorry I couldn’t t-take it, I’m so sorry Lando!”

This is where he cuts you off and maneuvers you so you’re lying on your back, looking at him, legs stretched out again. The genuine concern in his eyes nearly breaks you as he says firmly, but gently: “You don’t need to apologize, baby, you were so good… You were perfect.”

“But- but I said stop, I stopped the scene-”

“You don’t ever need to be sorry for that, baby, you have every right to. I’m not mad at you, I promise, you did so good…” He continues mumbling encouragement and praise into your hair as you slowly come down, turning into him to pull him as close as you can get.

When you’ve calmed down again and can form a coherent sentence, you immediately say: “I’m absolutely starving, but I don’t want you to leave… This is why we need a third person.”

You giggle as he laughs at you, finally feeling a bit more like yourself again. “If you can say things like that, you can tell me what went wrong during the scene, can’t you?”

You won’t believe it. He’s done it again, he’s won the Barcelona Grand Prix for the seventh time. Not only has he broken Schumacher’s record, he broke through everything that was keeping him back as well, and that is so much more important.

He actually did it. His first win in red.

After the podium and all of the celebrating that came after that, you and Lewis had finally made it back to the hotel, still basking in the exhilaration that the win had brought. Ever since he had driven around that circuit for the last time, you’d been crying basically non-stop, and it had only gradually tapered off and turned into a deep, burning, all-consuming need for him.

The elevator ride up to your room was charged, and you had to physically force yourself to stop staring at him after he smirked at you. Your voice is small and cracked when you break the silence: “I can’t believe you actually won… You have no idea how proud I am of you. I knew this day would come.”

“I can’t believe it yet either. Thanks to you, though, it’s actually reality…”

You smile at him and he smiles back, fully lost in each other. His hand comes up to cup your face, stroking the hair out of it gently as you lean into the touch, closing your eyes.

The elevator dings and the doors open, spilling the two of you onto your hotel floor. Once you make it to your room, the door barely locks before you’re pressed against it, Lewis using his height and strength against you as he held you there, eyes soft and loving. You go up onto tiptoes and press your lips to his, immediately welcoming his tongue in and moaning softly into the beautiful contact as you tilt your head to the side, allowing him to deepen the kiss.

Eventually, your eyes flutter open and you press your forehead to Lewis’, drinking in his closeness and his presence. “I think you deserve a little something for tonight… Not for winning the race, but for winning over yourself”, you whisper into his skin as you press your lips to it, placing little kisses along his jaw and letting your breath ghost over his skin softly.

He pulls back to look into your eyes, and the look he has in them makes you weak in the knees. The pure adoration, love, and devotion in them is all that you would ever need to survive. Screw sleep, food, water – nothing matters except that look in his eyes.

“Fuck, I love you so much”, he says quietly, gaze flitting back and forth between your eyes and your lips.

You place your hands on his shoulders and push him back slightly, giving you just enough room to sink to your knees in front of him, letting your hands trail over his sides as you move down. You keep your eyes on his the entire time, looking up through your lashes until you hit the floor and respond: “I love you too. Let me take care of you, okay, my love?”

Immediately, he groans and lets his head fall back slightly, breaking the intense eye contact. You trail your hands over his hips and his thighs, waiting until he looks back at you and nods slightly, eyes dark and so blown out they look completely black.

Your hands skim over his thighs until they come to a rest on the buckle of his black belt. Without breaking eye contact, you unbuckle it slowly and pull it out of its belt loops.

Lewis brings a hand up into your hair, tangling it around his fist and scratching over your scalp lightly as you work to pull his suit pants and underwear down in one go, unconsciously licking your lips as his hard cock is freed.

The sight makes him groan again, and you can feel the tension vibrating throughout his entire body into his slightly trembling thighs.

Your right hand wraps itself around the base of his flushed, veiny cock as you lean in enough to nuzzle your face into his thigh for a second before starting to mouth at his red tip. Your gaze is fixed firmly on Lewis, gauging his every reaction. His breathing is shallow and fast and his eyes are hooded as he stares down at you.

Slowly and carefully, you take his length into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks out as best as you can and keeping your tongue flat. You choke slightly as you get used to the weight of him on your tongue and Lewis moans above you, the vibrations traveling through his body to his dick.

“Fuck, that- that’s so good, babygirl… Please don’t- god, don’t ever stop.”

As you speed up, Lewis uses the grip on your hair to guide your movements gently, pulling you a little further onto his cock with every thrust. When he gives your hair a sharper pull, you moan, muffled around his cock.

The vibrations drive him absolutely insane and he begins thrusting his hips forward into your mouth shallowly, being careful not to choke you too much.

Only when you tap his thigh twice does he pull out of your mouth, regret obvious in his eyes, and just to top it all off, you chase after his tip with your mouth. The growl-moan he lets out satisfies you, and you sit back on your thighs, straightening up to kneel closer to the ground for a minute. Your voice is slightly hoarse when you speak: “You can go harder on me, you know… After that win, you deserve it. I promise I’m okay.”

His answering moan speaks for itself and you go straight back to work, deepthroating him in one go this time as you acclimatize yourself once again to his length and girth in your mouth. “Fuck, I can’t believe you’re real…”, Lewis breathes out above you. You moan around him and speed up, going as deep as you can, gagging softly when you accidentally go a little too deep.

Lewis raises the hand that’s not wrapped in your hair to the wall and leans his forearm against it, supporting himself as the hand in your hair becomes more active again and he thrusts deeper into your mouth.

You relax your jaw and focus solely on his hand in your hair, doing your best to let him go as deep as he can. Spit starts dripping from the corner of your mouth as you gag more often and Lewis starts face-fucking you more savagely.

“If you keep this up, fuck, I- I don’t- fuck, I think I’m not gonna last if you keep going like that, babygirl…”

You moan while simultaneously fluttering your lashes up at him, and he lets his head fall forward against his arm for a second as he moans deeply.

On the next thrust, you feel him hit the back of your throat and moan into his cock, pressing your tongue up against the underside of it, spurred on by his continuous moans and groans above you. You focus solely on letting him as deep as you can, and then, you get the confirmation that you’ve been doing at least something right.

As he tenses in your mouth, he forces out “fuck, I- I’m coming” between moans and holds your head down deep on his cock as he comes in your mouth. You gag as his seed fills you, spilling out of your mouth and running down your face, joining the tears and spit already tracing their messy tracks on your skin.

Eventually, he pulls you off by your hair and hauls you to your feet, your legs shaky and unsteady after being on your knees for so long, kissing you deeply and pulling you flush against him.

When you pull apart, he looks at you with nothing but adoration and a spark of mischief in his eyes.

You can’t help but tease him a little bit: “You realize you didn’t need to finish as fast as in the race, right? There’s no one timing your flying lap in here.”

He laughs quietly, that spark of mischief growing into a full-blown fire of sadism and teasing.

The Mexico Grand Prix had ended on a high for all of them – Ollie’s best finish of his career, and you had been right there along with him, unbeknownst to fans and media. You were right there with the rest of the Haas team when the race had ended and he had jumped into their arms, laughing so hard with the adrenaline he had almost been crying. Later, he had stood, face full of laughter, drenched in champagne and sweat, tucked between Kimi and Lando, all three of them high on adrenaline and endorphins – and as far as you knew, those were going to stay that night. When you had left the paddock for your hotel, you had walked right by Kimi, pressing a girl you were too keyed up to study long enough to recognize against the stone wall and kissing her senseless as she dragged her hands over his back over the fireproofs.

Smirking slightly, you hurried past them and hailed a taxi to the hotel you and Ollie were staying at. You slipped the driver an extra twenty, encouraging him to break all the rules of driving he could without killing either of you. You needed to get to the hotel; you had preparations to do.

Thinking ahead, you’d told him to just come in when he arrived, seeing as you couldn’t possibly open the door in what you were wearing. Your phone lights up with a text: Ill be there in five, see you darling

Almost exactly five minutes later, a knock on the door and the unmistakable sound of the key card sliding through the sensor shocks you back to reality. When Ollie walks in and his gaze falls onto the bed, his jaw drops, and he stops in his tracks. “Hello, baby…”, you purr, stretching slightly in your black lingerie. “I thought I’d dress up a little for my winner”, you continue, letting a small pout form on your lips. Your boyfriend is still staring at you, now visibly aroused and holding himself back from jumping your bones.

“You look…”, he chokes out, voice rough and dark, “you look like a sin. My sin.” He steps closer, towering over you. “Do you like it?”, you whisper, running your hands up your sides, lightly scratching your own skin.

He smirks slightly as he gets onto the bed on his knees, still rising up over you, casting your body into shadow. When he blocks the light with his body like this, you can’t help but wonder if he’s some son of Lucifer, straight from hell just to ruin you. “Like it? Baby, you have no idea how much I like this…”

“Why don’t you show me?” You tilt your head invitingly, trying your best to seem seductive and hide the fact that you feel like you’re about to fall apart from his gaze alone.

He rakes his eyes along your body, undressing you with his filthy stare – though there isn’t much to undress one way or another. Slowly, holding your gaze, forcing you to watch him, he scoots forward until his knees are bracketing your hips, and leans down, letting some of his weight sink into you and press your body into the mattress. He places his forearms to the left and right of your head, keeping the majority of his weight off of you. His pupils are blown wide, almost black with arousal, and fiery with their passion for you. Then, your lips meet.

It’s downright filthy, a culmination of pent-up arousal, adrenaline and pure, desperate want. You immediately invite his tongue in, slightly opening your lips to his inviting heat. You feel it roaming around, licking the backs of your teeth and intertwining with yours. You kiss until neither of you have any air left and when you pull apart, both of you are panting slightly.

Ollie doesn’t give you any time to catch your breath, attaching his plush lips to your jawline, kissing along it and moving down towards your neck. One of his hands comes up to your jaw, pushing it up with his thumb to gain better access to your throat and you moan quietly as more of his weight rests on you. You can clearly feel his arousal, his rock-hard cock pressing into your inner thigh, a clear promise of what was to come.  You whimper as he sucks hickeys onto the clear, pearly white skin of your throat and collarbone, ghosting his lips along the most sensitive areas before latching on.

After a few more minutes, or maybe hours, or probably days if you thought about it, he comes up for a breather and just stares at you for a second. “Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?”, he whispers breathlessly. You blush as if on command and turn your head to the side, avoiding his gaze, suddenly shy after acting seductive and nefarious.

He gently turns your head back to face him using his grip in your jaw. “I love you”.

“I love you too, Ollie”. You don’t even think about it before saying it back and the smile he breaks into when he hears the words is beautiful enough to survive on for the rest of your days. You reach up and pull him towards you for another kiss, this one sweet and languid. Your hands slip under his shirt, roaming up and down his back, lightly digging your nails in whenever your tongues touched. You start tugging at the shirt, whining into the kiss, which prompts him to detach himself from your lips just long enough to pull the shirt over his head with one hand.

Immediately, your hands go to his chest, stroking the lean muscles, feeling the power in his body. He sucks in a sharp breath when your nails ghost over both of his nipples at the same time.

You smirk and repeat the motion, watching his face carefully as he threw his head back, mouth open just slightly, moaning quietly.

Ollie opens his eyes and looks down at you. “You drive me crazy”, he half whispers, half moans and you, finally succumbing to your own need too, motion for him to take his pants off.

“You gonna leave this on for me?”, he asks in a voice laced with desire, letting his fingertips wander over your lingerie piece. Held together with diamond pearls in front of your breasts, the lace fabric covering next to nothing, it was a piece you had designed yourself and had only recently finished.

“You like it? I was thinking about you when I designed it.”

He lets out an audible groan as you look up at him with fake innocent eyes. “Of course you did… You know exactly what gets me going, don’t you? My darling…” You whimper as your lips collide again and choke on a moan when he grinds into you. You hadn’t even noticed when he’d gotten rid of his pants in the heat of the kiss, and so the only thing separating you from what you wanted most was a piece of cloth so thin and wet it was almost see-through. He grinds into you again and you break the kiss as you moan against his lips, a fresh spike of white-hot desire coursing through your veins.

“Let me ride you tonight”, you half whisper, half moan against his lips as he continues grinding his erection against your core with long, snake-like strokes that make you see stars as you fight for composure. “You’ve done so much already today, just let me do this for you. Please, Ollie.”

He groans shakily and rests his forehead against yours for a second. “One of these days, you’re gonna kill me.” He inhales a wobbly breath and continues: “Of course you can, baby. Who am I to deny my beautiful girl…”

He rolls onto his back, dragging you with him with his impressive strength. You whimper as you realize you’re not doing anything and it’s all him manhandling you around until you’re sitting atop him, straddling his hips on your knees, his hands on your chest, lightly stroking the exposed skin.

You lift yourself up immediately, bracing your hands against the strong planes of his stomach and holding yourself up on your knees.

When you make a move to lower yourself onto his rock-hard cock, curved towards the ceiling and flushed, he grabs your hips, stopping you in midair. You see him tremble with the effort of holding you up and shiver with desire: “That’s so hot, baby… But I want to ride you!”

“You haven’t been stretched, and you just want to take my cock all at once? Baby, I know you can take a lot, but this… I don’t want to hurt you – too much, at least.” He smirks at the end and your heart filled with a mixture of pure longing and love.

“I prepared myself before you came in. Trust me, I can take you.”

“That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard… Oh god, I-” He breaks off, mouth hanging open in pleasure as you slowly sink yourself onto his cock, tip breaching your entrance and going further and further as you let gravity do the work. His hands still bracketing your hips, now without pressure, you throw your head back and let out an ungodly moan, sinking the rest of the way down his cock. You open your eyes to look at Ollie under you and nearly come on the spot. He looks good from every angle, but there is something about having him under you that just hits a different spot – in all senses of the phrase.

His eyes are closed, his mouth open as he breathes shakily, clearly straining to hold himself back from thrusting up into you.

You lift yourself up again as far as you can, thighs trembling, your hands curling against his skin, and sink down in one go, letting out an almost pornographic moan as you do so. His eyes fly open and lock onto yours, breathing heavily. “Baby, if you keep looking like that, I don’t this is going to last… Oh fuck.” He chokes on a moan bordering a scream as you start speeding up, bouncing on his cock like you were made for it. You reach down, flicking his nipples, running your hands over the smooth planes of his chest, digging your nails in when he hits that spot inside you.

You start breathing more heavily, legs shaking now as you try to hold the pace, but it’s nearing impossible.

Of course, the attentive gentleman that he is, Ollie notices and grabs your hips tighter again, controlling your pace and stabilizing you while thrusting up himself to meet you halfway. The change of pace and angle has you moaning again, louder this time, and you lean down to kiss him, effectively shutting both of you up.

The kiss is messy, spit-slicked tongues winding around one another, teeth clashing every once in a while. The kiss fuels the fire in your core, burning hotter and brighter, pushing you towards the edge.

You chase it, regaining a bit of control and bouncing with more fervor now, his thrusts still meeting you halfway. The combined force is what brings you closer and closer to the edge until you’re teetering right on the precipice.

Ollie looks like he’s not too far behind you, entirely fucked out and just staring at you with lust-filled, hazy eyes.

“I- I’m- Fuck, Ollie, I‘m close”, you choke out between gasps and whimpers. You notice the change in his expression when he comes back to reality, thrusting up harder and deeper than before, drawing little punched-out noises out of you every time he hits a particular spot.

“You tired yourself out on my cock so good, baby”, he forces out between clenched teeth. “Do I feel good in you, tearing you apart?”

Once again, you’re surprised at how filthy his mouth gets in bed. A hot rush of desire courses through you again, tipping you closer and closer to the edge, moaning continuously now, as he continues talking about how good you’re doing for him.

You throw your head back on a particularly hard thrust, tears sliding down your cheeks slowly as you get entirely caught up in the feeling.

Ollie knows, now, that you only need a little something to tip you over the edge.  He moves one of his hands from your hip to your throat, encompassing it, not enough pressure to choke you, just enough to hold you, to remind you, to ground you.

The feeling tips you over as you spasm around his cock, clenching down so hard he can barely move as you let out a long, drawn-out moan. Your orgasm is so intense you almost black out for  a second, your boyfriend’s cock deep in you, rearranging your insides from the feel of it as your tightness draws him over the edge too. You feel his cock pulsating inside you, drawing your orgasm out, that white-hot pleasure encompassing every part of you.

Slowly, you come back to earth as the aftershocks fade, collapsing on top of Ollie and nuzzling your face into his chest.

“Thank you for that, baby. You were so good”, he says as soon as he can speak again, eyes focused hazily on the top of your head.

You, too tired to properly lift your head, speak into his chest instead, muffled words tickling his skin: “So were you. In the race and in bed, I mean.”

„Ugh, these fucking cramps are gonna kill me!”, you whine as you curl up on yourself in a different position for the fifth time in as many minutes.

Charles looks over at you curled up on your knees in the armchair sympathetically. “I’m so sorry baby, I hate that you’re suffering… Are you sure there isn’t anything I can do to help?” You groan as a particular painful wave hits and uncurl, standing up on unsteady legs as you stumble over to the couch, one hand on your lower stomach and the other one on your back. You always felt so stupid when you walked like this, it made you feel as if you were 90 years old and about to die. Which, to be fair, you did feel like.

You let yourself fall onto the couch next to your boyfriend, landing half on top of him. “I’ve tried almost everything I know, but it’s not like that usually helps anyways, there just isn’t anything I can do. It’s just so fucking annoying!”

“What have you tried, sweetheart?” Charles’ voice is unbelievably sympathetic, low and soft, and you almost purr as his sweet accent sinks into your skin and wraps itself around you, copying his arms. “Warmth, cold, teas, scents, exercise… none of those work anyways!”

He raises an eyebrow at you and responds: “I once read about something else that’s supposed to help…” You shiver slightly at the suggestive tone of his voice.

“What’s that?”

“Orgasms.”

You can’t help the instinctual blush that rises up your neck and cheeks at the casual way he says it and he smirks at your reaction. “Baby!”, you whine and smack him lightly against the bicep. He catches your wrist and holds it tight, pressing it to his chest as you try to pull back. “What? I’m serious, mon amour. If it helps you…”

“I mean… it’s worth a shot. I just really don’t want you to fuck me when I’m on my period though, I hate the way it feels.”

“You know there’s other ways to make you come, mon chéri.” You squirm under his intense, seductive gaze and your blush deepens. He reaches a finger out and strokes your cheek with the backside of it, gently, carefully, almost as if you were something fragile that he could break if he but pushed too hard.

“I- yes, I- I suppose there are”, you mumble into his chest as you hide your face in his skin. Feeling a bit like some weird werewolf scent monster, you breathe him in and feel every muscle in your body relax as his distinct scent overpowers your every sense – spice, dark chocolate, and something almost lemony, something entirely him.

“So, would you be okay with trying that? I don’t want to do anything you are not comfortable with, baby.”

You raise your head off of his chest and stare directly upwards into his warm eyes. “Yeah, I- please make me come”, you whisper without breaking eye contact.

He shudders and his gaze darkens: “Fuck, chéri, that’s so hot…” You whine and pull his head down to you by the hair at the nape of his neck, letting your lips collide in an entirely satisfying, beautiful kiss. You groan as your tongues collide, wrapping around each other in a perfect embrace. Without even consciously deciding to, your hips start rolling slowly against his firm body and you start breathing heavily, the friction against your clit sending sharp sparks of pleasure soaring through your entire body.

Charles meets your movements step by step, thrusting up into your clothed core, intensifying the sparks of pleasure, transforming them into waves of white-hot desire. When you finally pull apart for some air, both of you are panting hard and staring at each other with something like pure awe in your eyes. You can see Charles’ shining love and admiration for you, and you hope that something very similar is in yours.

You promptly pull him back down, kissing him more feverishly this time, passion and want in every movement as his hand comes up to your chin, tilting your head to the side and deepening the kiss.

You grind into him more forcefully, every movement dragging your clit along his rock-hard cock, the pleasure almost unbearable.

Your pants turn into helpless moans and whimpers as you feel yourself getting closer to the edge, almost embarrassed by how little it took to get you worked up. But then you look up at Charles and the look in his eyes is pure longing and any thoughts of embarrassment are further away than the moon.

You feel yourself getting closer and closer to that endless fall of pleasure, voice strained as you try to let him know: “Charles, I- fuck, I- I’m close, I- I’m g-going to- fuck- going to come!”

Your sentence ends on a long, drawn-out moan as you feel yourself tipping over the edge. You swear you levitate and see heaven for a second as your orgasm hits, lights popping behind your eyes as Charles continues his movements. You’re helpless to whatever he wants to do to you as every muscle in your body tenses and trembles as you come, moaning his name so loudly it’s almost a scream.

As his movements slow, so does your trembling and you slowly come back to reality, panting and shivering with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

As soon as you have enough breath to form a somewhat coherent sentence, you tell him: “God, that was incredible. Even if it didn’t help, I certainly was distracted… Thank you, baby.”

He snickers and responds: “Mon chéri… I said orgasms. That’s the plural. As in multiple. That was number one.”

You shriek as he picks you up, trapping your arms under you as he carries you bridal style to the bedroom. Laughing, you drag your arms out from under you and sling them around his neck, letting yourself be carried around like a little child. You won’t pretend you don’t enjoy it when his attention is on you like this, and it makes you feel giddy with love.

“Think we can go for four, mon chéri?”

drowning eyes

„Ugh, why is it so fucking hot in here?!”, you whine, stretching your arms over your head, trying to touch as little of your body as possible. “Stupid fucking AC, do they want us to melt in here?”

You hear a quiet chuckle from above your head and you turn it to stare at Lewis smirking down at your head in his lap. “You’re such a drama queen, sweetheart.”

“I’m not being dramatic, I swear I’ll melt if this keeps going on!” You pout at him, eyes sparkling teasingly. He rolls his eyes at you lovingly and chuckles softly, making you laugh along almost automatically. Sometimes, it scares you – the way your every nerve is attuned to him, copying his reactions and molding itself to his liking.

“I know something that might cool you down, if you’re up for it, babydoll…”

You sit up straight at his seductive tone of voice and wink at him: “Oh? What’s that, Mr. Hamilton?” You see the moment his eyes change from playful to full-on sadistic devil. His hand shoots out and grabs your chin between thumb and forefinger, the remaining fingers laying on your skin, a promise, a threat and a warning all at once. He tilts your face up, forcing you to meet his suddenly hot-dark gaze.

“Behave, sweetheart.”

You gulp quietly, his powerful, almost dangerous aura swallowing you whole. Teasing suddenly out of the window, you whisper: “I will… I promise I will.”

“Good. Then you can lay down here on your back and I’ll be right back, okay?”

You nod and receive a sweet, short kiss in return. Lewis slightly smirks against your mouth when you whimper into his as he catches your lip between his teeth. He pulls away, stroking your cheek with one finger, a gesture that should seem demeaning but it’s nothing short of scorching hot. Already, you can feel yourself getting wet even as the temperature of the room presses all around you like a thick blanket.

You’re stretched out over the entirety of the couch, spread-eagled to make sure as little skin as possible is touching. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Lewis rummaging around in the fridge in the kitchen and slowly walking back to you with a gigantic cup in his hands, covered by a wet dishrag.

It’s those little things that make you go crazy for him, the little adjustments he makes to keep you on the edge as much as possible, and you end up shaking as he walks back to you.

“Close your eyes, sweetheart.” You follow the order without hesitation, body obeying before your brain can catch up. You love those exact moments, when he manages to train your entire body to his liking, molding you, letting you fall into him completely.

The dipping weight of the couch beside your hip further pushes your arousal and anticipation even further and you let out a soft moan as his warm, large hand settles on your hip, stroking the skin in half-soothing, half-arousing motions.

The soft touch is perfect and beautiful.

All the more shocking is the touch of the first ice cube on your stomach.

The cold chills you to the bone and while it’s so cold it burns, the feeling is utterly soothing. You hiss and moan at the same time as Lewis traces the ice cube around your belly button with his other hand.

Your eyes are still shut when he takes the ice away, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

You let out a loud breath as you feel him leaning over you with another ice cube, not touching, just barely grazing the raised hair on your stomach. Suddenly, his tongue flicks out and traces a wet path into your skin. You shiver and moan at the sensation and when he lets the ice cube trail over your skin following that exact trail, you arch up desperately into his touch.

The residual wetness of his tongue makes the ice feel more intense, more all-consuming, all-encompassing.

When the ice trails lower toward your pulsing core, you let out an embarrassingly loud moan, backing away from the intensity of the sensation while trying to get closer to it. Your body is just as confused as your mind, and you love it.

You jerk away as the ice crosses to the top of your clit while simultaneously arching into the touch, and when Lewis holds you down with his hands on your hips, you feel perfect. Nowhere to run, nothing to think about. Just there.

When the ice touches your clit fully, you nearly buck him off with the power behind the thrust of your hips into the touch.

Already, you can feel your orgasm building, knotting in your stomach and spreading tendrils of pleasure throughout your entire body.

He circles your clit with the ice, making you groan and moan as the sensations take over your body and you start rutting against his mouth, ashamed and embarrassed of your loss of control and yet so, so incredibly turned on.

He hums into your skin, sending the vibrations through your entire body and that’s it for you.

You don’t even get the chance to warn Lewis or ask for permission or do much of anything else before your entire body is drawn tight like a bowstring, pleasure spreading through every single nerve and beyond.

You’re arching your back into the touch of Lewis, feeling aftershocks run through you as you get twitchy from overstimulation.

Eventually, he pulls away, swallowing the last of the nearly melted ice cube as he does so.

“Did that cool you off?”, he asks, voice rough from the ice inside his mouth, eyes twinkling dangerously.

“I just had an orgasm, Lewis, I am anything but cool”, you respond, laughing at his offended expression. “Well, do you think another orgasm would fix that? Two negatives make a positive?”

You snort loudly. “The orgasms you give me are anything but negative.”

“Well, in that case, two positives-”

“Stop talking about math before I punch you in the face.”

„UGH! Not fucking again!“ Your yell echoes off the walls of your very empty apartment, because once again you’re there and your stupid boyfriend is not. And once again, you have tripped over one of his hoodies that you had thrown onto the floor the night before.

If he were there, he’d have picked it up already like the clean freak he is. But he’s not, which is why the hoodie is on the floor right where you’re sure to trip on it.

From that point on, the day doesn’t exactly improve. Work pisses you off, the subway pisses you off, and when you get back home, realizing you will have to make dinner is also pissing you off. Normally, when you’re both home, Oscar will make dinner for both of you, and you don’t have to worry about any of it.

But once again, he’s not. And you’re alone, and it’s annoying.

Sighing, you get to work on dinner. Once the rice is in the pot, you open Instagram on autopilot and scroll through the posts shown to you. The very first one catches your attention immediately, and your jaw drops as you just stare.

Some racing account has posted photos of Oscar in his race suit of the week, and when you scroll through, there’s also photos of him half out of it, his chin tilted up slightly to look down at the camera, the muscles of his bare chest and stomach rippling and shining with sweat from the heat and the exertion of driving.

You feel a ball of heat coiling slowly in your lower body, staring wide-eyed at your fucking hot boyfriend half undressed on the internet.

You switch tabs and text Oscar immediately, your hands trembling slightly as you continue to think about that damn picture. It feels like it’s been burned onto the back of your retinas with the way you can’t seem to escape it.

Me: WHAT THE FUCK OSCAR HAVE YOU SEEN THE PHOTOS THAT ONE MOTORSPORT ACCOUNT POSTED OF YOU

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

YOU HAVE NO BUSINESS BEING THAT HOT WHEN YOU’RE NOT HERE

After a few more messages in an increasingly desperate tone, you switch off your phone and go back to dinner, hastily turning down the heat on the rice pot to save at least some of the water that’s started bubbling up.

Later, after dinner, when you’re on your back in bed, arms thrown around a pillow that smells faintly of Oscar and a true crime podcast playing as you read through your latest works on the TV, your phone goes off and you jump slightly, having been entirely engrossed in your work.

You unwrap yourself from the pillow and pick up your phone, reading the notification.

Oscar: Oh

Yeah I saw them

And I was the one that came up with the idea for them cause I knew you’d like them

What. The. Fuck.

Your brain short circuits before kicking into overdrive, and you scramble with your phone to open the chat with Oscar. Not bothering to respond, you just call him immediately.

“The fuck you mean you knew I’d like them?! And that’s why you took them? Oscar, you can’t just do that to me when you’re not here, what the fuck, now I have to deal with you looking like THAT and not being here?!”

He laughs quietly, sparkling brown eyes full of adoration. You’re so caught up in your rage against his smug ass that you don’t think before you blurt out: “Now you’ve gone and turned me on, and now I’m horny and wanna fuck but you’re not here and I-” You break off, mortified by how easily that had come spilling out. “Um. Oops. Um…”

At a loss for words, you watch your absolute ass of a boyfriend just laugh at you over the phone and you have to smile despite yourself.

“Well, that’s a problem we can fix, isn’t it, sweetheart?”

“I- what?”, you ask, incredulous, not sure if you just didn’t hear him correctly or if he’s suggesting what you think he’s suggesting. Molten heat starts swirling in your core as he tilts his head to the side slightly, staring at you with that appraising, almost-cold-but-entirely-loving way of his he’s got.

“You heard me. If you’re horny, do something about it.”

“Now?” Your voice shakes slightly with the question. “Of course, sweetheart, I wouldn’t want to miss this.”

The way he so calmly and dryly states that, while somehow still portraying an incredible amount of lust and arousal in those simple words, makes you gulp as you reposition your phone beside you so that you won’t have to hold it. It’s a struggle propping it up against your stack of pillows, but you manage an angle eventually that looks decent.

“Do you want me to talk you through it?”, Oscar asks quietly as he watches you getting comfortable on your back, legs propped up with your knees turned out.

“Yeah, please, just don’t stop talking”, you whisper into the phone, sentence ending on a slightly choked off moan as you let your hand wander down your body, grazing over a nipple. “Please, just- tell me what you’d do if you were here”, you beg.

“We’d be on a bed, because the last time I fucked you over the counter you complained for days after and-”

“Piastri, shut up and do your job and get me off!”, you interrupt him and he laughs a laugh so beautiful you have the severe urge to bury yourself in it. You can hear the smile in his voice even though your head is turned away from the phone and your eyes are closed as you let your hand move further down, skimming over the skin over your ribs and stomach as you get closer and closer to your aching core.

“Alright, alright, don’t be impatient now, darling. Are you touching yourself?”

“You can see me! Of course I am, you idiot!”

“Yes, but I want to hear you say it… Tell me what I do to you, tell me what you’re doing just because you got horny after I posted a perfectly harmless picture.”

You whine, embarrassed, and bury your face in the pillow beside your head. Your voice comes out muffled when you force out: “Just get on with it, will you?”

“Someone’s impatient today. Don’t worry, baby, you’ll get everything you want.”

There’s a few seconds of silence, disturbed only by your small moans and whimpers as you start grazing the pads of your fingers over your clit, barely any pressure, just getting you excited.

Eventually, Oscar keeps talking: “I’d make you wait for it, though. I’d go slow, make you feel every single touch. I’d kiss down your body until I got to your clit, and then I’d start eating you out, still going really slow, just giving you something else to focus on while my fingers get closer and closer to your hole. I’d stick one in…”

As his filthy words hit, you do as he says and push a finger into your throbbing pussy, carefully, slowly, letting yourself feel the way your heat encases it.

“And then I’d add a second one, scissor them to get you prepared for me.”

Between gasps and heavy breaths, you force out: “When would you start fucking me?”

“When you start begging for it, sweetheart.”

“I’d beg, would I? I really don’t think so.”

“If it’s me fingering you, then yeah. Be careful, sweetheart, we’ve done this enough to know that I’m right. And once you start begging, you’d better believe me when I say I’ll fuck you good.”

You stop talking as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through your body as you thrust your fingers in and out, keeping pressure on your clit with your thumb at the same time. Oscar talking dirty has always been your weakness, and you’re not exactly proud of how easily it makes you crumble every single time.

“Are you close, sweetheart? Come on, you can come for me, I’ll fuck you so good, I swear, when I get back you’ll feel me for days… Come on, come, come for me…”

Your back arches up forcefully as your orgasm hits and you gasp for air that isn’t there as white-hot spikes of pleasure consume your entire body. The tight knot of lust in your core explodes outward into your entire body, making you curl your toes and throw your head back into the pillow as you breathe heavily, slowly coming back down.

The aftershocks still pulsing through your body, you turn onto your side to face the phone and Oscar’s face and breathe out: “You’d better hurry on Sunday so we can leave earlier and you can finally fuck me again.”

Tonight I can keep you nameless

When Lando opens the door to the apartment you had been sharing for a year and a half now, he immediately senses that something is off. He closes it behind him, kicking off his shoes and calling out: “Baby, you okay? You home?”

Instead of an answer, he only hears choked-off sobs echoing quietly from the bedroom. Not bothering with anything else, he hurries down the hallway, pushing the slightly open door open all the way, so hard it nearly bounces off the wall with his haste to get to you.

You’re sitting on the edge of the bed, knees curled to your chest and arms around them, your dark phone laying on the blanket next to you. Your head is on your knees as you whimper quietly into your legs.

The second you feel Lando’s presence in the room, you lift your head off your knees and look at him with teary eyes. His eyes soften so much you’re afraid he’ll just melt on the spot as he moves to sit next to you.

He doesn’t immediately touch you, giving you the space to decide if you want the contact or not, but you curl into his side without even consciously deciding to. He lays his arms around you, pulling you close and holding you tight as you get your breathing back under control. “What happened, baby? Do you want to talk about it?”, he asks in a soothing tone of voice. When your phone screen lights up with a notification from “Jonathan Goppe”, he draws his own conclusions: “Is it your dad again?”

Without picking your head up, you nod into his chest. “What’s he done now?”

Between hitching breaths, you choke a few words out, still burrowing your head into Lando’s warm skin: “He’s being a dick, as usual. Telling me how much my mom misses me and what a bad daughter I am for the choices I made – as if I needed any more proof that my choice was the right one!”

“Shh, baby, I know. He’s just an asshole and no one can fault you for walking away when you needed to. Do you want to tell me about it or do you wanna do something else? Should I cook something for you?”

Finally, you drag your head off of his chest and stare up at him with tears still clinging to your eyelashes. “Lando, I- I need a distraction… Can- I mean- would you- I want you to make me forget.”

“Forget?”

“Forget everything; forget he ever existed, forget my own name, until all I can do is scream yours.” He sucks in a sharp breath at that, hand coming up to stroke your cheek softly, thumb brushing the tears off your skin.

“You’re sure?”

“Yes, please Lando, please make me forget.”

He smiles at you softly, brown eyes lighting up as his eyes trace the curves of your face. “Anything you don’t want?”

“Please don’t be too rough, not tonight. And… no ropes”, you whisper into the air between you. “I can work with that”, he responds, cupping your cheek with his gigantic, slightly calloused palm. It hits you every single time he touches your face, even though you’ve lost count of the times he’s done it in the last week alone, but his hands really are just gigantic. They might be one of your favorite parts of his body, you think as he gently untangles himself from you.

“Lay on your back, sweetheart, and I’ll be right back, okay?”

You nod, and after Lando presses a sweet kiss to your lips, he stands up from the bed and walks to the adjacent bathroom. You watch his back as he bends over the cupboard and opens it, rummaging around in the complete chaos of his side. You follow his order and move to the middle of the bed, laying down on your back and stretching a bit as you get comfortable. You let your eyes fall closed as you sink into the cool sheets, breath starting to steady and flow more normally.

You hear Lando walk back to the bed, and your eyes flutter open as a slight weight to your left dips the bed. You smile somewhat dopily at him, relishing in his absolute beauty. Sometimes, when you look at him, you love him so much it hurts. He smiles back at you, eyes glittering as they trace over your outstretched body.

He scoots closer until he’s resting beside your head on his knees, outstretched hands cradling a blindfold. “Lift your head for me, baby”, he whispers and you comply, letting him slip the fabric over your head, covering your vision, turning your world to darkness.

He softly lays your head back down, letting his fingers trail down your face as he does so, and you reach for him, a small pout on your lips that you know will drive him crazy.

He promptly groans quietly and leans down, bracing his hand against your throat just enough for you to feel the pressure, and captures your lips with his. You whine into the kiss immediately, opening your lips as he slips his tongue between them. The way his tongue twines with yours, brushing over your teeth, your gums, until you think you’ll go insane, is mind-numbing and incredibly hot. You feel him stretch out his thumb from your throat to your jaw, angling your face up for better access. You whine into the kiss again, pulling apart breathlessly to pant against his lips: “That’s so hot, baby…”

“Yeah? Does this”, he strokes your jaw before forcing your head up even further and letting his lips ghost over yours, “turn you on?”

You whimper, eyes scrunching shut under the blindfold, and start begging incoherently: “Please, Lando, please- I-”

He laughs softly at your desperation and fuck if that isn’t the hottest thing you’ve ever heard.

“What do you need, poor baby? Can’t even talk properly anymore, can you? So good for me…”

“Just… more, please, please, give me more”, you continue, unable to stop yourself. You feel his weight leave the bed and tense instantly, your body expecting the worst – that he’s left you like this, but of course he hasn’t. His footsteps come back soon, and you relax against your will, just at the knowledge that he is back with you again.

His weight is back on the bed, and you think you can hear something crackling very faintly. The anticipation makes you shiver and tense up again, and the first drop of wax on your throat makes you arch up into the burning pleasure spreading from the spot of hot liquid encasing the skin it touches. You moan out loud at the sensation and choke on that moan when the next drop drips directly onto your lip.

Your mouth falls open in shock and you’re helpless to stop the whimpers falling from your lips as the burning sensation spreads throughout your entire body, tingling with the way it sends hot flashes to your core.

Lando barely gives you time to regain your breath, moving back to his original spot on your throat and dripping a steady trail of wax from your pulse point in your throat down, over your chest, directly between your breasts and over your stomach before landing one last scalding drop just underneath your belly button.

You squirm, desperate to alleviate the ache in your core as you feel the wax drying, molding itself to your skin as it cools off.

He continues dripping the wax, slowly moving back up your stomach and directly over your left boob this time, making sure to drip directly onto your nipple. You arch into the feeling helplessly, moaning shamelessly as pleasure zaps through your veins directly to your cunt.

“Getting desperate already, baby?” You can almost hear the smirk in his voice as he drawls the question, taking care to accentuate the words, knowing exactly what his deep voice and the British accent do to you. You choke on your words as wax drips onto your other nipple: “Yes, Lando- oh fuck – please!”

“What is it you need? I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong…”

Fed up, you throw your head back and throw your middle finger up in his general direction. Before you can do anything else, however, his mouth is on your finger, encompassing it, hot and wet, and it feels so good you moan loudly, raising your other hand to drag it through his curls, toying with them. Even though you can’t see him, you’re sure he’s putting on a show for you, basically sucking your finger off, twisting his tongue around it and fucking his mouth with it.

You whimper continuously, attacking his hair again and pulling sharply, making him moan around your finger, which in turn makes you even more desperate.

When he finally slips off of your finger and scoots down your body, you’re nearly crying with relief and anticipation. The first touch of his tongue on your core makes you see stars as you rut against his mouth, unable to control your movements as hopeless arousal establishes it’s hold over your entire body. He continues licking at your clit and you moan his name again and again, incoherently babbling “you feel so good”s and “thank you Lando”s.

You feel him smirk against your cunt and the thought of that visual is almost enough to make you come on the spot and it’s only with iron restraint that you hold back. The tight ball of pleasure has been building up ever since the first drop of wax hit your body and you weren’t sure just how long you could still hold out.

When he slips a finger into you, you get your answer: A few seconds, if you’re lucky. The feeling of your walls squeezing his finger as he thrusts it in and out in time with his tongue circling your clit is too much and not enough all at the same time.

You feel a second finger prodding at your entrance and hear the squelching noises as he slips it into you alongside the other one, angling both of them to thrust right into that one spot that made you nearly black out as you felt him stroke over it. Your mouth falls open, whimpers and moans falling out almost at the same time, and as he pushes into your g-spot again and flattens his tongue over your clit, you can’t hold out any longer.

When the ball of pleasure inside your stomach explodes outward, it’s almost like an out-of-body experience and you moan so loud it borders on a scream as your vision goes white for a second, entire body drawn up and tight like a bowstring. Hot spikes of pure pleasure fill your every vein and encompass all your senses, filling you to the brim with sparkling pleasure.

You feel your walls spasming around his fingers and your clit pulsating against his tongue as you slowly come down, reveling in the aftershocks of your orgasm and the hazy, utterly satisfied post-orgasm bliss that Lando has brought you.

You feel him slip the blindfold off your face and blink up at him dreamily, smiling lazily as his soft eyes twinkle down at you.

“Did I distract you good?”, he asks, smirking slightly and you blush, hiding your face in a pillow. “I think the neighbors think so too, sweetheart.”

“Lando!”, you shout as you chuck the pillow at his head.

“You wanna go and ask them?”

Stupid fucking airplane with it’s stupid fucking noise and the stupid fucking elevation that’s giving you a stupid fucking headache. You groan loudly and dramatically as you rearrange the seat to a sitting position, almost ready to give up on sleep entirely.

That’s when an arm circles your chest from around the seat and pulls you flat against it, veins bulging slightly. You turn your head to the side and are met with Carlos’ dark eyes, his plush lips wet from licking them while staring at you.

You wriggle slightly against his arm and tease: “If you’d wanted to touch me, you could have just said so and I could sit next to you instead of up here…”

“You can still do that, can’t you, mon chéri?”, says a voice to the left of Carlos. You don’t even have to see him to know it’s Charles, the accent with its taunting lilt and the pet name giving him away. “I can if Carlos lets me go sometime soon”, you sing, matching his teasing tone.

“Let her go, you muppet!”, comes the shout from behind the two guys. It’s unmistakably George’s voice, just as unmistakably as you know they have something planned if all of them gang up like this. “I bet we can all fit into that seat, actually”, Oscar’s quiet voice adds, and your heart sinks. All four of them? You’ve had sex with all of them at some point, often with more than one, and occasionally, with all four of them. It had been an ongoing thing after 2023’s chaotic disaster of a season, and it worked. There were no hard feelings, no jealousy (at least not that you knew of), and everyone got off on the arrangement.

It was especially good on nights like this.

Carlos had let you go and you climb out of your spacious seat on woolen socks, going around your seat and to Carlos’ and Charles’, which was more like a gigantic couch anyways. It was long enough to cover the entirety of the aisle and wide enough that Charles had his legs up and stretched out on it.

You climb into their seat, settling between the two of them, and immediately getting squished as they shuffled closer, trapping you between their hot bodies. Oscar and George join you, not bothering to take the long way around and just clambering over the backrest of the seat to settle into the pile of bodies.

Once all of you are comfortable, you immediately start complaining: “Ugh, I’m going to be so jetlagged when we land. It’s night right now in Singapore and I wanted to sleep on the plane to get used to the rhythm, but I can’t fucking fall asleep. I’m just not tired enough.”

Charles, who has one of your hands in his and is playing with your fingers, looks up to smirk at Oscar, who’s sitting next to him slightly off behind him, and refocuses his attention on your hand. George is the one to finally break the silence: “Well… We know a way to tire you out, if you wanted us to…”

Oscar continues where George left off and explains: “We’ve been thinking about this for a bit now, and we reckon this is a good time to try, if you’re okay with it… How do you feel about free use?”

Startled, you pull your hands away from Charles, who pouts at you. You roll your eyes at him and flip him the finger before answering carefully: “Like… all of you just using me for your own pleasure? Like I’m your fleshlight, your hole or whatever?”

This time, it’s Carlos. “You can obviously safeword out at any time, and we can use the color system too. We won’t degrade you or anything if you don’t want us to, but yeah, you’re right in essence. How does that sound? All of us taking turns fucking you loose, without caring if you come or not, that type of thing”, he says with the air of someone that’s spoken about topics like these too often to be embarrassed anymore.

Your heartrate has picked up, as has your breathing and you tense slightly against Carlos, stiffening further as George’s hand runs through your hair from behind you. But it’s not because you’re uncomfortable, oh no, quite the opposite. Their words have ignited a fire deep in your stomach, and you intend to let it burn you to the ground. “That sounds… really hot”, you admit quietly, longing obvious in your voice.

George’s hand tightens in your hair, pulling your head up by it until it’s resting on Carlos’ shoulder so that you’re looking at him. He gives you a quick but filthy upside-down kiss and you moan into his mouth when his teeth scrape yours.

He lets go of your hair to cup your chin, pulling you away from him just long enough so that Charles and Carlos can turn you around.

You whine at the loss of contact, and he smirks slightly before indulging you and taking your bottom lip between his teeth, letting you feel the pressure. While you’re caught up in the kiss with George, Charles slowly pulls your leggings and underwear off in one go, kissing down the curve of your waist and ass as he does so. Meanwhile, Carlos has shifted to the side enough to get his own pants off.

You feel his erection against your thigh as he rolls closer again and you disentangle yourself from George to tell him impatiently to get on with it already.

He chuckles and you feel his lips quirk into a grin as he presses them to your shoulder: “Don’t worry, mi vida, you’ll get all of us soon enough…”

He lets the sentence hang there, tempting, daring, and a little nerve-wracking as he settles in behind you, pressing his length against your ass. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Oscar climbing over George to get closer to you, and you feel his lips on yours at the same moment as Carlos presses his tip into your unashamedly wet pussy.

You whine loudly into the kiss, letting Oscar swallow the noises as he keeps you occupied enough that Carlos can ease himself into you slowly. The stretch is hellish and heavenly at the same time, and little whimpers leave your lips with every inch of him in you.

With one last, hard thrust, he bottoms out inside you, and you throw your head back so suddenly that Oscar jumps slightly. You screw your eyes shut as you breathe through the pain.

Eyes still closed, you nod in Carlos’ general direction and he starts moving inside you, slowly at first, and then building a rhythm. You feel like you might pass out from the sheer pleasure of having him in you while being surrounded by warmth.

A hand meets your chin, tilting your head up and your eyes fly open. You stare into Oscar’s warm, brown eyes as Carlos continues thrusting into you, and can’t help yourself.

“Please, I- I need-”

Carlos laughs meanly between his groans and pants. “Have you forgotten already what this was supposed to be, mi vida?”

“Please, please, I- I want- I need- I oh fuck” Your incoherent pleading ends on a drawn-out moan when Carlos pushes deep and stays there, filling you up. His cock pulses inside you and you feel his cum painting your walls white, and the feeling is enough to warrant an embarrassingly loud whimper, loaded with the need to come.

You aren’t given the chance to catch your breath as Carlos moves away, being replaced by Charles. He wastes no time at all as he pushes into you, not bothering to go slow, filling you completely in one hard thrust.

You let out a strangled sound, half scream and half moan and scramble up the couch to get away from the immediate, painful pressure on your walls.

He just pulls you back by the hips and continues rutting into you, gasping quietly as your walls flutter around him, doing everything they can to accommodate. As the stretch gradually eases and is replaced by stinging pleasure once again, you feel the tight knot heat in your stomach spreading outwards, encompassing your entire body. As Charles’ thrusts slam into your g-spot relentlessly, over and over again, you feel yourself nearing your orgasm along with him.

“Charles- Charles, oh my god, I- I’m close- fuck, I’m close”, you stammer as he jostles your entire body with the force of his thrusts.

He doesn’t heed your warning in any way, instead seeming to speed up even more. You thrash against him as you tip over the edge from the sheer pressure of his cock against your innermost spots. He, however, still doesn’t let up as you shiver and tremble against him with the force of your orgasm, the pleasure slowly morphing into uncomfortable pain as the overstimulation hits.

“S-stop, Charles, please, please just- please stop, I- it hurts”, you whimper, eyes screwing shut. He smirks softly at your desperation and croons: “Aw, are you oversensitive, chéri?”

You open your mouth to answer and beg him to stop again, but at that moment, Oscar wraps his hand around your throat from off to the side. Your moan gets cut off in mid-air and the rush of adrenaline goes straight into your spasming pussy.

He leans close until you can feel the heat of him glancing off your body and coos into your ear: “You can take him, sweetheart, can’t you? I know, I know, yeah, it hurts… But you’ll be good, won’t you?” You clench down hard on Charles at his words in your ear, tipping him over the edge as your walls grip him like a vice, forcing him to still as deep inside you as he can reach.

You feel his cum sliding out of your cunt and down your thighs slowly and whimper at the feeling.

Already, you feel wrung out and you’ve only had half of them. You’re in for quite the ride, you realize, as Charles gives you a quick kiss on your neck and moves away.

Exhausted, you close your eyes and in that short space, George maneuvers himself to be in front of you. One look into his eyes and you know that you’ll be lucky to survive this night.

He gives you a bruising kiss, cruelly pulling at your lip with his teeth as he lines himself up. Out of all of them, you think that George is the best kisser. Every time, it feels like you’re floating and he can manage to make you relax into the craziest shit with a single, punishing kiss. His lips are soft and warm and brutal all at once and you whimper into his touch.

You’re so wet and so caught up in the kiss you hardly notice as he slides into your cunt, barely stretching you anymore. He starts fucking you shallowly in time with his kisses and you moan as he jostles your body around. You’re hardly holding yourself up at this point, incoherent and utterly spent as his cock drags against your walls again and again.

Involuntarily, you squeeze around him every time he licks into your mouth, drawing him to the edge so quickly that Carlos teases him as George throws his head back, moaning loudly: “Should’ve set a timer for that one, muppet.”

Between groans and gritted teeth, George forces out a response: “I can’t help it when she feels like this… So fucked out. God, it’s hot when she can barely move…”

His words force your body into overdrive as you climax again, hardly feeling it, sobbing against George’s shoulder as the pleasure tightens your entire body into a bowstring. With tears sliding down your sweaty face, mascara tracks running thickly down your cheeks, you clench down hard on the cock inside you and look up at George in the same moment.

Your gazes cross at the same time as he comes, groaning loudly as he spills inside you, holding eye contact all the while.

As he comes down from the high, you immediately slump forward into his chest, now fully boneless and as useless as a bathroom towel.

You don’t fight it as someone extracts you from George, setting you down on your back, fully stretched out on the couch/chair. Dimly, you see Oscar’s face looming in and out of your vision above you. Lost in post-coital haze and utter exhaustion, you stretch out your hands for him, making grabby hands like a toddler reaching for his mother.

“Think you can take me, too?”, he asks. You just nod up at him, breathless, keeping your eyes closed. You aren’t entirely sure if you could open them either way with the weight they feel like.

“He needs words, mon ange”, says Charles from somewhere to the left of you.

Heavily, blinking stupidly, you force your eyes open and start begging incoherently: “Please, Oscar, I- I- need- promise I- I need you, I promise I can t-take it, just p-please!” You sound entirely helpless, and you know how it turns all of them on when you beg for it. Promptly, you hear multiple different voices moaning quietly and you feel Oscar’s warm, lean body over yours.

You feel his tip nudge your entrance and blindly reach up, grabbing his bicep and digging your nails in, scratching his skin as you try desperately not to pass out from the sheer overwhelming pleasure-pain-exhaustion.

“You sound so pretty when you beg for it, my doll… Perfect just like this, taking me so well.”

The words fade in and out of your consciousness as you lay there and let him use you however he wants, breathing out the occasional whimper as he goes deeper and harder.

At some point, you think you feel him come, but you’re too out of it to really be sure. It might just as well have been you. The last thing you sort-of-consciously remember is mumbling something, unsure if your words are even clear or coherent enough to be understood: “Someone better be carrying me all through Singapore cause I don’t think I’ll ever be able to walk again.”

Dimly, you hear quiet laughter, conversation between four different voices, all of them familiar and comfortable, almost comforting in that you can recognize all of them. Someone, or maybe a lot of someones, wrap themselves around your wrung out and shivering body. Maybe someone gives you some water.

It’s so warm, and you feel so safe, and you’ve never been this tired in your life.

„Come on, baby, you’ve gotta give us more… We gotta get to my lucky number, remember?”

You’re shaking, entire body trembling and locked up from the force of your first orgasm. First of many, if Lando was right. You writhe against the strong hands holding both your hips and arms down, whining desperately as you tried to throw Lando off-balance and away from your overstimulated and weeping pussy.

“Isn’t that unfair, though?”, Oscar asks softly, holding eye contact with Lando while forcing you to stay still. You whimper at the absolute insanity of how hot the two teammates are together, working on you, destroying you. “How come she gets your number of orgasms, man?”

“Oh, you wanna go for 81, do you?” Lando smirks at Oscar. You shake your head wildly at that, true apprehension for a second overshadowing logic and you squirm more forcefully, dislodging Oscar’s grip for a mere second before he’s back, pinning you down more firmly as Lando takes control of your hips.

Now, you’re well and truly immobilized and you couldn’t move if you wanted to. The both of them know it too, exchanging dirty grins over your head as your wide eyes flick from one to the other.

“The issue isn’t what I want… The issue is that she’d pass out before we ever got to ten, and where’s the fun in that?”

Lando throws his head back as he laughs darkly. For a second, you’re stunned by his utter beauty – curls falling over his forehead, eyes bright and sparkling, ripped chest glistening, muscles rippling in the warm light.

Then, they thrust you back into the moment: “Well, that’s true. I guess we’d better stick to four, then?”

At least it’s not 81 anymore, you think privately. However, after the orgasm they just put your body through, it’s hard to imagine making it through three more.

“Sounds doable. Or what do you think, darling?”, Oscar asks you, his voice low and mean. You look up at him pleadingly and the sadistic glint in his eyes is enough to make sure you know just how well and truly fucked you are.

Before you can answer, he slaps his palm over your mouth. You whine into his skin, surprised, but he just laughs cruelly and taunts: “You don’t need to talk for this, baby… We’re gonna do this no matter what you think about it, and you’re gonna give us everything, aren’t you? Cause you’re our good little slut.”

Lando peers up at you from between your legs and reassures you softly: “Red is a double tap on any body part, okay?”

You mumble assent, voice still muffled by Oscar’s palm against your mouth.

“But she won’t need it, will you? You’re gonna give it all to us, cause you wanna be a good whore for us, isn’t that right?”

Oscar removes his hand from your mouth, stroking your bottom lip before grabbing your cheeks in a brutal grip, squeezing them together so you feel like a chipmunk and forces your head up and down in a nodding motion. “See, Lando, she wants it so bad…”

Your eyes are wide and pleading, flicking between the two of them, searching valiantly for some semblance of humanity you could appeal to – and finding none.

“Well, we can’t deny the whore any longer, can we?”

Lando’s looking directly into your eyes as he says it, smirking cruelly, before he lowers his head and licks a long stripe from your hole to your clit, tongue dragging through your folds.

Meanwhile, Oscar has relinquished his hold on your face and has your chin between thumb and forefinger, tilting your head up as he goes in for a kiss. You aren’t totally sure how they do it, but it feels like the two men are perfectly synched up, Lando copying Oscar’s tongue in your mouth with his tongue in your pussy. You whimper into the kiss as Lando flicks his tongue against your clit repeatedly, and he hums as you grind your hips into his face shamelessly.

The resulting feeling, the hum traveling throughout your entire body, from your toes to the top of your skull, is enough to bring you so close to the edge that you moan loudly against Oscar’s lips.

He separates enough to whisper into your skin: “Close again, sweetheart? Oh, you make it so easy for us…”

Before you can even try to come up with an adequate response, Oscar is already back on your lips, devouring you, sending shivers through your entire body.

He starts running out of breath with the force of your kiss and starts kissing down your jaw, down the side of your neck. He pushes your head up with his thumb under your jaw, granting him better access to your skin that used to be fairly unblemished and looks like a war zone by now.

You moan brokenly as the two continue their double assault on your body, feeling the sparks of an orgasm igniting in your stomach.

When Oscar suddenly closes his lips around your nipple without warning, sucking it into this mouth at the same time as Lando sucks on your clit so hard your body can’t decide whether it wants to escape or never leave, those sparks suddenly turn into a raging inferno.

You force out: “F-fuck, oh my god, I- I fuck I think I- I’m gonna come!” It borders on a hoarse half scream, half moan, when both men scrape their teeth over your nipple and your clit respectively at the same time.

The inferno sends fireworks throughout your entire body as you arch up from the bed so forcefully Lando has to move out of the way for fear of getting smacked in the head by your stomach.

The aftershocks are still going strong when you’re lucid enough to feel anything at all again, and what is it?

It’s Oscar, still pulling on your nipple with his teeth. The aftershocks combined with the slight pain are so intense that you writhe desperately to escape his mouth, twisting around brutally to dislodge him.

Instead, he reaches up to your face, keeping his mouth on your nipple, and slaps you across the face. Hard.

Your head rockets back with the force of it and you let out a pitiful moan at the humiliation. Seriously, what whore enjoys being slapped in the face by one of her boyfriends? This one, apparently.

Oscar moves his hand down to your throat, wrapping it around entirely and putting gentle pressure on your windpipe, not enough to fully cut you off, but enough to say: Be happy you’re breathing. I could change that whenever I want.

He lifts his head from your breast and stares at you for half a second, gaze dark, almost chilling as he assesses your trembling, terribly wanton state. Then, his attention switches to Lando, who’s kneeling off to the right of your hip. His eyes sharpen on Lando’s glistening lips and wild, glittering eyes. “Seems the little slut can’t hold still anymore. We should do something about that, don’t you think, Lando?”

“Pathetic, really, isn’t it? The way she can’t even do that one simple thing. We’re just halfway done and she’s already this lost… Do you want me to hold her down so you can have a turn?”

“Sure, we can always tie her up later if we need to… Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

The blatant disregard and degradation in the way they talk over you and mention you only as an afterthought should honestly not be as hot as it is to you.

You open your mouth, trying to force words out, but all that comes out is a choked garble as Oscar presses harder, cutting off your air supply entirely and letting up only when you no longer try to speak at all. “You don’t get a say in this. Only good girls get to decide, and you haven’t been a good girl, have you? Struggling all the time when you know full well we’re everything you want… Stupid slut. Much easier if you just accept it”, Lando continues with a smirk, ferocious eyes boring into yours from beside your hip.

You’ve given up trying to speak at this point. There’s no point anyways. You’re in that floaty headspace where you trust the two of them more than you trust yourself, trust that they know exactly what you want and how much you can take.

“Subspace”, Oscar whispers quietly as he studies your lax muscles, pliant and useless.

“Fuck yes”, Lando whispers back. “Just two more orgasms, baby, you can do this.”

“Just be careful with degrading, or it’s gonna be a bloody war to pull her back out.”

You look up to the both of them, in equal parts incredibly full of love and terrified of what they planned to do to you. And yet, maybe that fear, the trust you placed in them, was the reason you could love them so fiercely.

You whimper quietly in acceptance of Lando’s words, resigned to your fate. You close your eyes, shivering, as Oscar and Lando switch places, the latter stroking every inch of your skin he can reach as he crawls up your body, coming to rest next to your head, pulling it up and laying it in his lap.

Softly, he cards his fingers through your messy curls, scratching your scalp occasionally. “You want this one to be rough or soft, baby?”

You whimper at the thought of being treated gently now. You’re so close to not thinking at all, and them being nice would draw you right back. You hadn’t come this far just to back out now, even though your body was screaming at you to accept the offer of the easy way out.

“I- I- don’t wanna think anymore… Just wanna feel you, okay? Wanna forget everything.”

“So, what does that mean, sweetheart?”, Oscar asks.

“I can take it. P-please, I know I can, just- just fuck me, p-p-please, do whatever you want, I just- please…” Your begging turns incoherent as you start sobbing quietly, not even sure why. All you know was that you needed them to fuck you. Preferably yesterday.

“Okay, baby, we can do that”, Lando shushes you quietly.

There’s some amount of shuffling around you as they rearrange your body to a position they find enjoyable. Because really, they don’t care about your enjoyment anymore. This has never been about you and that’s not gonna change anytime soon. And that, in turn, should really not turn you on as much as it does.

You come back slowly as you feel their hands gently stroking your skin, Oscar kneeling behind you and slowly letting his fingertips trail over your back and hips, Lando in front of you with your head in his lap. His knuckles are rubbing circles into your scalp as his fingers card through your hair, a sensation so soothing you almost start purring.

There’s a pillow underneath your stomach and hips, holding you up just in case you can’t anymore, which is not so much a possible scenario as it is quickly becoming reality.

“You ready?”, Oscar asks from behind you, moving his hands to grip your hips. You can feel his fingers digging into the sore and slightly bruised skin and you whine out loud, desperate for more of the same.

“Words, please, darling. You can do it, come on”, Lando whispers, and the sound traveling from two different places around you in space is too much for just one second, and then it’s everything you’ve ever wanted or needed. “I- I’m ready. And- I- I love you guys, you know that right?”

Your gaze fixes on Lando’s eyes shining down at you, glittering and sparkling with his intense emotions. “Of course we do, sweetheart. We love you too.”

With that, you smile, something crooked enough not to really count. But these two men know you so well that you could be laughing and they’d know you were about to cry. You breathe out and let your head drop into Lando’s lap, relaxing fully into his warmth.

As Lando takes his hands out of your hair and starts stroking your jaw instead, Oscar lifts your hips with a firm grip and starts pushing into you carefully, slowly, almost reverently.

Then, you feel the movement of his body against yours as Lando nods at Oscar and grips your hair, forcing you to stay still. Oscar, losing all composure, rams into you in one brutal thrust. You scream for a second or two, and then you lose all breath as he sets a brutal rhythm designed solely to take you apart on his cock. The only thing you can do is let out soft moans every time he crashes into you so hard you rock into Lando with the force of it.

You whimper and arch your back, although you’re not entirely sure if you’re doing it to get away from the pressure or get more of it. You’re not sure about anything at this point, but that’s okay. You have your men to be sure for you.

Your last thought is something about how you won’t be able to walk at all tomorrow, and then there’s no more thoughts at all. But that’s fine.

You have your men to think for you.

> Drivers

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Tire You Out - CL16, CS55, GR63, OP81