#f2 smut

Charles Leclerc | 16 crying aka dacryphilia

Seeing you cry is something he doesn't want to see often

But when he does see it, it just strikes something in him

Maybe his protective side? The urge to make you feel better?

He just loves seeing you be so raw, unguarded, and open to him

Because Charles is a very emotionally stable person, he rarely even cries to anyone

So seeing you grant him that permission to see you so vulerable... he just wants to make you feel better

But he can never say it, he's just not sure how to

So he just does his best to overstimulate you in bed

That way your eyes can water up, maybe earn a cry or two from you

Which is always his end goal

To have you feeling so good that you're squirming

Isack Hadjar | 06 cocky attitude

Being competitive is one of Isacks strong suits

So seeing you be equally as competitive is something that just drives him further

It just makes him excited to see you be so cocky

Hearing you praise yourself, he loves seeing your confidence

And hearing you degrade him? Yeah, he's into that too

If you win, he's going to reward you

Any position you want, he'll give it to you

You won fain and square anyways

If you lose? Oh he's even more turned on

Seeing your ego being crushed or having to make up an excuse as to why you lost

It just makes him want you even more

To shut you up and make you babble more nonsense

He's also really into bragging about his wins

Just to rile you up and get you to tell him how he "cheated" or that you "weren't ready"

And you fell right for his trap

Lando Norris | 04 wearing someone elses merch

Oscar is his teammate and rival, everyone knows that

So seeing you casually walk around the house in Oscars jersey is just insane to him

"Really?" Lando asks as he walks up to you. You simply twirl in the merch you bought

"I gotta support Osc too!" You say with a smile

And instantly he's putting his lips all over you

Just something inside him likes the idea of seeing so obedient under him while following someone else

And it feels so dirty to him

As if he's taking away someone's fan

Makes him fuck you rougher, for longer, and meaner

So you take note and wear other jerseys

Doesn't who, what team, or even the sport

Just loves seeing you in someone elses name

Ollie Bearman | 87 modest clothing

Seeing you be so cute, clean, and modest

It just makes him want to tear it apart

Loves the idea of being so freaky while hiding it

Because look at him? He's some lanky, awkward, British man

No one would ever suspect that he's fingering you till you squirt all over him

Or he's fucked you on every surface in your cute apartment

When you cover your chest, your legs, it just reminds him what he misses seeing

Loves when you wear baggy clothes the most,

He always tugs it back, making your figure become highlighted in it

It's like a surprise, expect he knows exactly what's coming

Oscar Piastri | 81 being alone in a car

Something primal just,,, comes out when Oscar is in a car with you

It truly doesn't matter the scenery, the outfit, the time

Just the idea of being locked in a car with you instantly makes him want to slide his hand up your thigh

Which he always does without fail

"Osc." You always say as a warning to him

But he never cares, and he knows you always want it too

He'll fuck you anywhere in the car

Sitting on his lap in the driver seat, letting you ride him

Using his fingers while you try to squirm away, but he just uses his other free hand to pull your thighs apart

Or moving to the back so he can fuck you missionary

Or maybe doggy, letting you look out the window like a true dog

All the possibilities just drive him insane

Loves that you can't run away from him

You're his, trapped in his cage

Paul Aron | 17 being uninterested in him

Everyone loves Paul, or can at least admit he's attractive

Even his biggest haters can't say he's ugly

Cause that's just a straight lie

He's spoiled in attention, basking in his limelight

So when you rob him of it, ignoring him

He's so intrigued and turned on by the sight of you looking away

If you're cooking and not hearing a word he says?

Instantly, he turns off the stove and begins to lift you onto the counter

If you're working on an important essay with noise cancelling headphones?

He slides your chair out of the desk and will get on his knees to please you

It works in your favor by knowing exactly how to get him going

He loves it even more when you try to ignore him while he's pounding you

Seeing you try to read your book with your mouth open, instantly he's quickening his pace to break you

Or avoiding his eyes and looking off to the side, he'll grab your face and make you look at him, giving him all the attention he deserves

Pepe Marti | 21 paying for you

It's such a minimal thing to you, yet for him it changes everything

You don't even know this is a secret turn on for him

He always pays for your nails, a sweet action that you loved

He would even help design your newest set and pick out the colors, shapes, 3D details

When you come home and show him, he just feels so proud

He doesn't care that your nails cost $200, he just loves providing for you

Or when you get your hair retouched and styled for a date, costing almost $800 just for a simple blowout

He could give less of a shit about the cost

Having you look so good, knowing he paid for it, knowing he's providing for his partner is all he needs

It's like a piece of you is permanently altered by him, claiming you

Loves when you tell others that he helped pick your clothes, buy your makeup, or paid for your expensive Dyson hair tools

Just wants to make you a comfortable princess

And it's the details that drive him crazy

Like when you're giving him a handjob with the nails he designed and paid for

Or when you're riding him and your freshly style hair bounces so nicely alongside your chest

Or when your makeup is smudged against the sheets from him pounding into you

It's so fun making you dolled up, to claim you, provide for you, and ruin you

He's charming, that much you can already tell. He walks into the media pen like he's done it thousands of times before and you have to actively suppress a smile as he walks over. Confidence is always a plus. For the interview, of course.

"Hola, Franco. Antes que nada, enhorabuena," you greet warmly, extending your arm over the barrier to place the microphone nearer to him. Hi, Franco. First of all, congratulations.

Franc's eyebrows shoot up, a wolfish grin settling on his face. "Oh. I thought this was an English interview?"

You smile back. "It is, but I know my way around Spanish, as well."

"Ah," Franco nods. "Gracias, _______."

"You know my name?" You ask, momentarily forgetting that you're being taped and recorded. You clear your throat, ignoring the quiet snicker from your cameraman.

"Yeah, I've seen you around and watched some of your other interviews," Franco confirms, a hand settling on his hip as he leans against the barrier, closer to you.

You can smell his perfume from where you stand.

"Thank you, I've heard and seen a lot about you as well," you respond, trying to return to your original train of thought.

"Which is why I want to ask you how it feels on your first day as a Formula 1 driver," you quickly follow. "Have you done anything special to prepare for this weekend? Other than the obvious, of course."

Another easy smile spreads across Franco's lips. "I've definitely added to my training and done some new things to prepare. I haven't done a full F1 weekend before so everything will be new."

"We definitely don't have reporters like you in the lower Formulas," he adds.

You feel a violent blush rip up through your neck all the way to your cheeks. As if the Monza heat wasn't enough.

"Well, I'm glad you could meet me here," you manage to get out.

The thing is, Franco isn't even the most attractive driver you've met. He's definitely up there, but not the most.

That's a discussion you have with yourself semi-weekly: ranking the drivers in terms of attractiveness, factoring in personalities and general attitudes towards the people around them, specifically the media.

Look, people love to shit on the media and press, calling journalism all sorts of derogatory words, but you're just here to do your job, like anyone else. And it gets pretty fucking hard when your boss is ringing your phone every five minutes demanding four stories by tomorrow and drivers are sassing you out as if you asked them if they've murdered their whole family.

So, naturally, the way they treat you determines a big chunk of how you think your day is going to pan out.

And right now, Franco seems to be lifting your spirits just fine.

"What are your goals for this weekend? Are points on the horizon for you at your first F1 race?" You continue, trying not to stare at the way Franco starts to rub at the back of his neck, bashful all of a sudden.

"We'll try," Franco begins. He plants both his hands on the barrier and leans even closer. You have to physically take a step back.

You gulp. Franco smiles.

"Anything is possible this weekend."

-

"You broke the internet last night."

You scoff, sending your cameraman a vicious side-eye. It's crowded in the paddock today, everyone wanting to get a glimpse of the new rookie, it seems. Such is the eagerness for this young driver that even that 30-second clip of your interview with him blew right up in your face. Your inboxes at capacity, your own voice speaking back to you with every other swipe on your TikTok.

It's not all bad, though. A tweet with one of your Instagram photos attached to it captioned 'TE ENTIENDO MUCHO FRANCO ES MUY LINDA PERIODISTA' did weasel out a chuckle from you.

Your cameraman shrugs, gesturing with a jerk of his head in front of you.

"There he is. I'm sure he knows all about it."

You look over to where he's pointing and lo and behold, Franco is right there, chatting with a few Williams team members, his race suit hanging undone around his waist. He turns to you even before you can fully register that it's him you're looking at.

But your training kicks in even faster. A megawatt smile appears on your lips and you wave enthusiastically at Franco.

"Hi."

"_______," Franco says, face lighting up at the sight of you. Your name seems to fall even more effortlessly off his lips.

You reach over and pull him into a half-hug with one arm, but both his arms wind around you and you have no choice but to squeeze back.

"You saw?" Franco asks, a gleam in his eye as he pulls away. His hand remains casually on the small of your back.

"Saw what?" You know what it is he's asking but you'd like to hear it from him.

"We went viral, no?" Franco says with a laugh, reaching further around you and squeezing your waist. You lean into his touch, heart jumping as his fingers graze just underneath your cropped top.

"That's all because of you," you reason, pointing an accusatory finger at Franco. "I bet you say that to all the other reporters."

The Williams team members standing nearby burst out laughing and even your cameraman affords a snicker. A deep blush spreads across Franco's face as he rubs your side reassuringly.

"No, no, I don't. Just you," Franco admits with another lighthearted laugh.

"Sure," you say with exaggerated skepticism. You pull away from his touch, catching his hand before he slips it fully off of you.

"I'll talk to you later," you say. And it's fully intentional, the words you choose to say. I'll talk to you later. Not 'I'll catch you later' or 'I'll see you later'.

I will talk to you later.

Franco understands, giving your hand a squeeze.

-

Later that day, you pray that no one catches you grinning behind your hand as Franco takes the chequered flag at qualifying.

P11.

Almost there.

-

"Hi. Come in."

Franco beams at you from across the threshold, stepping into your room with slow, measured steps.

"Great qualifying," you compliment, eyes traveling down Franco's body, noting the way his team kit hugs his frame just right, his hands shoved into his pockets, exposing just his arms, veins and all.

Your eyes snap back up to his face when you hear the door shut in place.

"Q2 on your debut. Not bad," you go on, taking a step back. Franco takes one toward you.

"You're just repeating what you said at the media pen earlier," Franco points out. He reaches out and gently circles an arm around your waist.

Always straight to the point.

Like this morning.

You tried not to make it so obvious when you ran into Franco earlier, but all you could think about was The Message.

You were doing your cursory social media checks a few minutes after you had woken up, still snug in your bed and unwilling to get up just yet. A message in your Instagram inbox caught your attention, sitting at the very top of your 'verified followers' tab.

Franco Colapinto: hola, hermosa 😉

It took a minute for your motor functions to return, your fingers hovering over the keyboard as you pored over what to reply. You settled on a nonchalant greeting, asking if Franco needed anything.

You realized rather belatedly that this was looking a little familiar. You wished he wouldn't say the dreaded answer, the more-than-predictable response that every man liked to use.

Franco Colapinto: you, maybe?

You groaned into your pillow, not because you were repulsed by his answer, but because you liked it. If you were easy, then so was he.

You: i finish work at 9 pm tonight...? 👀

It's 9 PM now. Franco's in the room and your hand is running up his chest.

Easy.

"It's such an honor," Franco teases, backing you up further into the room. His hands feel heavy on your waist and your heart hammers against your chest.

"I get to work with people like you now," Franco continues, stopping right in front of the bed.

The kiss comes as a shock more so because of how good Franco kisses. One of his hands is now cradling the back of your head, keeping you in place while he licks into your mouth, groaning with every pucker of your lips.

You pull away for barely a second to get both of your tops off before you dive back in, seemingly too desperate and too starved for each other's mouths. Franco's hands are everywhere; they run down your arms, paw at your waist, tugging at the belt loops of your jeans.

You giggle as he pulls you even closer, your bare chests pressed against each other. Franco pulls back and peers down at you, reaching behind to unclasp your bra. You let it fall, already guiding one of his hands to your tits.

"Couldn't stop staring at them?" You ask, your voice rising with an innocent lilt.

Franco kneads at the mound beneath his hand, eliciting a moan from you. He grins.

"I wanted you to notice," Franco admits simply, kissing you again.

"Perv," you mumble against his lips. Franco laughs, already undoing his trousers.

You wiggle your own way out of your jeans, letting Franco get the shortest of glimpses at your baby pink underwear before you discard them off to the side.

"Mierda, you're so sexy," Franco compliments as you crawl backward onto the bed, laying back and letting your hair splay out beneath you.

Franco pounces on you like a man starved, bare atop your own naked body, his arms caging you in.

"Big moves from somebody so new," you whisper, carding your fingers through Franco's soft locks.

"I like to make a statement," Franco says with a shrug. He glances up momentarily, something piquing his interest off to the side.

"Is that your camera?"

You crane your neck to see where he's looking and sure enough, your personal DSLR is right there on the bedside drawer. You look back at Franco, an eyebrow raised.

"You wanna use it?" You ask, not expecting him to actually say yes. But a mischievous grin settles on Franco's face and you feel your heart skip several beats.

"Knock yourself out," you say.

Franco reaches for the camera and fiddles with it for a few seconds. His eyes scan over your body and you suddenly feel the urge to hide away with how hard he's looking.

"May I?" Franco asks, brandishing the camera. Your mouth falls open as you realize what he's asking.

"You can keep them for yourself. For your eyes only," Franco hurriedly adds, planting his knees firmly on either side of you.

You stare up at him, a million thoughts running through your mind.

"Just...touch yourself."

You gasp, stunned at his proposal. Franco watches through the LCD monitor, glancing up at you through his lashes. Your bottom lip slips between your teeth, and as if on instinct, your hand inches down slowly between your legs.

"You're in front of cameras all the time," Franco reminds with a smirk. "This should be easy for you."

You suppress a whimper at his words, your fingertips swiping through your slick folds. You're already soaked and you start to wonder if it started even before Franco got here.

The shutter clicks and the lens whirs, sharp against the soft breaths you're letting out. Franco is concentrated, snapping photo after photo as you rub yourself closer to release. But it's not enough. You need more.

"Franco...," you implore, peering up with bright, begging eyes.

"Slowly, mi amor," Franco coos. "Just where you like it. Right there."

Click.

"Harder now, but still slow. Yes? Feels good?"

You whine, eyes fluttering shut as your pleasure picks up again. Several clicks. You're panting now, the tendrils of release wrapping themselves around you.

"Faster, yes, like that," Franco eggs on. Your fingers speed up against your sensitive clit and a litany of Franco's name spills from your lips. Before you know it, he's putting the camera away. You reach for him, gripping the back of his neck as he smashes his lips into yours.

Franco bites down on your lip and you cry out, your orgasm washing over you like a tide. You arch against Franco, feeling his own stiffness heavy on your thigh.

You blink, Franco's face coming into focus, barely an inch from yours. He watches you closely, pupils blown wide and plump lips even redder. You hook your legs around his waist, letting him know that you're not done yet.

Franco is quick to pick up, smiling as lines himself up with you. The groan that escapes him is nothing short of delicious as he pushes himself in. You gasp along, the stretch a welcome sensation.

Franco wastes no time and pounds right into you, catching you by surprise. You let your head fall back against the mattress, a long, drawn-out whine erupting from deep within your chest as Franco licks a stripe up your neck.

Your whole body quakes with how hard he's thrusting into you but you're clearly enjoying it if your wanton moans are anything to go by. Franco meets your eyes and you pull him down, wanting nothing more than to drown in those lips of his.

It's feral and it's unrestrained, spurred on by the knowledge that this is more than unprofessional in your line of work. Not illegal by any means, but risky enough to warrant warnings from your coworkers. Never sleep with a driver unless you're committed.

Oh, well.

Franco groans loudly in your ear, movements losing their rhythm as he speeds up. You're clinging to him as if he'd disappear if you let go, your own belly tightening once more with that familiar feeling.

Franco. Franco. Franco.

He kisses you just as he finishes. Passionate, eager, heady. You feel him inside you, a different kind of elation filling you as you release all over him.

Franco pulls away to allow yourselves to breathe. He pulls out, rolling over to your side. You hug your folded knees to your chest, too lazy to get up and find something to deal with the mess.

"No hagas eso. Eso es demasiado doméstico," Franco jokes, moving closer and planting a kiss to your shoulder. Don't do that. That's too domestic.

"Relájate, estoy usando anticonceptiva," you reassure with a lighthearted roll of your eyes. Relax, I'm on birth control.

Franco hums, laying an arm over you. He pulls you close and you face him, reaching up to brush away some of his unruly hair.

He plants a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Happy that you're a Formula 1 driver?" You ask, grinning.

he lifts you into the air and twirls you around, sweaty forehead pressed into the side of your neck, but you don't mind even the slightest. "championship leader, huh?" you ask when he sets you down on the ground, smiling into the kiss he presses to your lips.

"finally," he answers, cocky as ever, pulling you in for another hug.

his bottle of podium champagne is almost empty when he hands it to you and you can't help but laugh at the guilty smile forming on his lips. his eyes follow the way you lift the bottle to your mouth, adoring the grimace you pull at the bitter taste. he gladly takes the bottle from you when you offer it back, emptying its last contents in his own mouth before placing it on some counter next to you.

"come on," he says, hand wrapping around your wrist and pulling you away with him as he starts moving through the garage. you don't even have time to ask what's going on – not that you want to, anyway. a championship leader should never be questioned.

the kisses he presses on your lips are hungry from the second he closes the door to his driver's room behind you. his hands waste no time finding your hips, pulling your crotch flush against his. you can't help but gasp into his mouth at the feeling of his hard-on poking into your thigh. "already?" you ask, eyebrows raised when you pull away from him.

he leans forward to seal your lips again, not wanting to be away from you for even a second. "been thinking about you all race," he lets out, trailing a series of hot, wet kisses down your throat. his teeth slightly graze your sensitive skin and you tilt your head to the side, allowing him better access.

"and yet, you did so well," you tell him around a hum. "how do you want to celebrate this?"

"i think you know." his voice sends vibrations along your skin. he pulls away, his darkened eyes staring down at you as he places a hand right under your jaw, thumb stroking up and down your throat. "get down on your knees for me, love."

he can tell from your kisses that you're just as needy as him; the way your lips part for his tongue instantly is a dead giveaway, along with the string of whines that slip into his mouth when his thumb presses down harder on your throat. your hands on his shoulders guide him to walk until his back meets a wall, forcing him up against it. without breaking the kiss, you hastily pull down the zipper of his suit, helping him pull his arms free before letting the suit hang by his shoulders.

as much as you love how good he looks in his white fireproof shirt, it covers way too much of his skin, so it needs to come off, too.

you need his help to pull it off his body, the sweaty and champagne-soaked material sticking to his skin like glue. it's a big hassle, but it's all worth it when you hear his sweet laughter as he, too, struggles with his stripping. once your eyes meet the sight of his muscular upper body, you can't hold back from leaning in to press your lips along it. the urgency of it all has his stomach twisting in anticipation, your touch leaving his head spinning.

his skin is sticky in the best kind of way, the sweat-salty and champagne-bitter taste filling your senses instantly. your fingers grasp at his sides as you move further down, your tongue swiping along the creases of his abs, but his hand reaches for your cheek just as you begin kneeling down. "hey, wait a second."

when you blink up at him, his expression is much softer than you'd expected; his gaze is full of adoration, warmth, love. "what's wrong?"

he pauses for a second before shaking his head. "nothing," he says. "i just... wanted to see your pretty face."

"you..." a tiny blush creeps onto your face, though you're sure you can blame it on the heat of the situation. "you're so silly..."

"silly, maybe. but i'm also the luckiest man in the world."

your heart swells in your chest at his words, the situation suddenly growing much more intimate than you'd expected. you and paul are no newbies to a quickie on a race weekend, but it usually never goes quite like this. these words of affection and these love-filled eye contacts are reserved for late-night lovemaking sessions in his apartment or back at the hotel.

not that you mind, of course.

"just... you looking up at me like this..." you try to turn your head away, cheeks heating up at his words, but paul's hand on your face tilts you back. "knowing that you're all mine..."

"all yours."

you seal your words with a few kisses along the hemline of his boxers, before tugging it down just a little bit. then, one of your hands reaches into them, pulling out his dick and letting it spring up against his stomach.

you take him in your hands, moving them up and down along him a few times, and paul groans immediately. when you shoot him a glance, he's thrown his head back, lips slightly parted, and the sight is almost too good to tear your gaze away from. you look down at the other pretty thing, leaning in to press two kisses along one side of his length, then two kisses to the other side, before sealing it with a peck to his tip.

five kisses for five podiums.

your thumb begins to rub circles around his tip, smearing out his precum as your mouth begins to work with little licks up the underside of him. as your lips wrap around him and you finally take him in, he lets out your name in the form of a sigh, his heart pounding hastily against his ribs. a hand slips into your hair, fingers getting lost in your locks and nails slightly grazing your scalp as you take as much of him as you can.

"god, you're..." he says, voice thick and rough as if it takes all his effort not to let the moan in his upper chest escape. "so good..."

when he hits the back of your throat, it takes a few moments for him to remember how to breathe, his head empty except for the thought of you. he looks down at you with a reverent, almost worshipping look in his eyes. he just can't stop staring, the sight of your red cheeks and your lips around his dick making him unable to stop his hips from bucking a little. you can tell he's holding back, trying not to give in and push into you, but he lets out a content sigh once you start moving.

his breaths grow quicker and needier when you pick up the pace, a shiver shooting down his spine as he feels your tongue swirling around him. his fingers tangle in your hair, grip harder and helping guide you ever so slightly, and you blink up at him almost instinctively.

you love seeing him like this; almost vulnerable, as he gives himself up to you completely, fully at your mercy. his adam's apple bobs before he lets out a deep, guttural moan. you hum at the sight, which causes him to let out a babbling mess of your name and a bunch of swearwords, the hand in your hair suddenly pulling you back.

a few strings of saliva connect you to his length when he holds you back, the confused look in your eyes, along with your parted lips, making his heart flutter. his hand moves from your scalp down to your cheek, urging you up to stand again. "i want to... come inside you..." he explains, still breathless. "is that okay?"

"anything for you," you assure him, eyes softening as they see the gentle smile on his lips.

paul's hands find your hips and spin you both around, your breath hitching when he pushes you up against the wall. his lips are back on your neck in just a second, his hands trailing down your body and reaching under your skirt. one hand settles on the inside of your thigh, thumb stroking up and down the skin, as the other pulls your panties to the side to allow him to run a finger along your folds. "so wet already?" he asks, faux innocence in his voice. "just from sucking me off?"

your hands land on his shoulders for stability when his fingers fill you up, eyes fluttering closed as he spreads and curls them. it doesn't take long for him to deem you stretched out enough, pulling out and wiping your wetness all over his cock. you drape your arms around his neck, leaning your forehead on his shoulder once he rubs his tip against your core, before slowly slipping into you.

a curse falls from your lips, a painful yet perfect stretch spreading through you. "feels like... your ego isn't the only thing that grew from that podium..." you gasp, feeling him push in a little deeper.

paul lets out a wholehearted chuckle, letting one of his hands reach up to bring your face off his skin and press a quick kiss to your forehead as you adjust to him. "taking that as a compliment," he mumbles, brushing a few strands of hair out of your face with a tender caress. he keeps still for a few moments to let you adjust, before starting his gentle thrusts.

one of his hands holds you up against the wall by your waist beneath your dress, while the other one has a firm grip on your ass. you use your last bits of energy to jump up just a little, hanging both of your legs around his hips. not long later, he picks up the pace, way too needy to go slow right now.

"you feel-" he starts, moving his hand from your waist to where your body meets his, fingers finding your clit with ease. "so- so good..." he alternates circles with little flicks of your bud, and you can't help the sting of whines that fall from your lips. "god, you have to stay quiet, unless... you want my entire team to hear..."

just the thought of any hitech staff – or, much worse, ralf or karl – hearing you makes something boil in the pit of your stomach, your insides involuntarily clenching around paul. you hide your face in his bare chest, letting out a few muffled sounds when he buries himself deeper and deeper into you. it's all getting too much, his pinches and vibrations against your clit in combination with him hitting that sweet spot deep inside you with every pump threatening to push you over the cliff at any second. "fuck- i'm going to-"

he feels your breasts press into his chest as you arch your back into him, your walls tightening around him when your orgasm washes over you. you throw your head back against the wall as you try to catch your breath, your arms around his neck pulling him closer to you. the feeling of your pulsating insides is just way too good, and the moan he lets out when he climaxes is way too loud – but he really doesn't care right now.

he spills his load into you, his hold on your underside trembling when he feels you contract around him one last time. he feels the mixture of his cum and yours dripping out from between you, and he knows already that the cleanup is going to be a mess – but that's just another thing he simply couldn't give a fuck about.

when he finally recovers the energy to open his eyes and look at you, his heart clenches at the sight of your messy hair and dazy expression. "what a day, huh?" he asks with a chuckle, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. "monaco is amazing."

You had been waiting a few weeks to make everything happen in the way he deserved, after all your boyfriend deserved something special considering that he had saved even his first kiss for you, and it wasn't that you didn't want to touch him from the first moment, it was just that you wanted it to be something special for him.

So you waited for the summer break, knowing that much of it would be spent with you because it was the little quality time you got to spent together, and on one of those days while he was at the gym you took it upon yourself to put your little plan into action.

You had decided to go out to eat, and you decided to put on that dress that he had confessed to you that drove him crazy and left everything at home ready to only have to leave the house when your boyfriend had already changed from the gym.

“Wow… yeah I will never get tired of this dress” he said giving you a little spin and kissing you.

The rest of the night was as amazing as ever, him being first and foremost the reason you couldn't stop smiling and you being the person he had wanted for as long as he could remember.

As always the ride back to your house was by uber, and his lips were glued to yours as soon as you got in the car, because although Pepe respected above all that you wanted to be something private it seemed impossible for him not to be able to kiss you all day.

His hand went to your waist as soon as you gently opened your mouth to let his tongue enter your mouth, something you didn't always allow but he never stopped to wonder why, he just accepted it.

When you two arrived at your house between kisses and small touches, your hand soon went to the collar of his shirt to pull him towards the inside of your house.

“Please” Was the only thing you could hear coming out of the boy's mouth when you were finally inside and he pressed his body to yours with an air of need "I want to- fuck" He murmured against your skin with a moan at the slightest contact he had at that moment "Please I need you"

You smiled against his lips at his words, knowing that he had been trying to get to anything for a few weeks now and he was finally going to get what his body was screaming for.

“Someone has no patience huh?” you smiled before leading him to your room amidst more kisses and inexperienced touches from Pepe, as this was the first time you were letting him go through with it all, but he was too into the moment to wonder why.

A smell that he did not usually identify with your house reached the boy's nose, causing his lips to part from yours for a moment, looking for the origin of that change, and it was then when his gaze came to your room, seeing what you had prepared just for him.

You took very seriously the fact of making that special for him, leaving the room illuminated and scented by some candles (which he himself had chosen without noticing it) plus some flower petals from the flowers that he had been giving you and had fallen over time.

“Glad you like it” You chuckled softly as you noticed how the grip he had on your waist tightened gently and his face went back to hiding in your neck.

“You didn't have to do this.”

“But i wanted to” You kissed his cheek before grabbing his chin to make him look at your face, noticing a soft blush on his cheeks "Now, relax… Let me take care of you" You kissed his cheek again as you led him to the bed.

When he was seated and you were on his lap, it was a matter of a few seconds before his lips met yours again, slipping his arms around your waist to keep you close to him.

Though he didn't put up any kind of resistance when you gently pulled away, as it didn't take him long to notice how one of your hands slipped under his shirt, causing a faint moan to escape his mouth, which got lost in the kiss he was still holding almost desperately.

But Pepe's attempts to keep the volume low began to fail as your lips moved to his neck and your hands began to unbutton his shirt, as there was no longer anything with which he could silence his little sounds no matter how much his lip was caught by his teeth to create a barrier of sorts.

“Don't be shy baby, i want to hear you” You said gently biting his neck, which caused just what you were looking for a whine to come out of his mouth ‘There it is, just like that’ You murmured moving your hands up to his chest to lay him down on the bed.

“Don't be a tease” He practically begged you as instinctively his hips lifted, seeking contact with yours.

“But you look so so cute like this” You replied as you began to unbutton his shirt at a pace that was killing him at that moment.

Pepe's hips rose against yours again, seeking even a little more contact, and this time just to make his situation worse, you moved yours in time with him.

Your hands finished unbuttoning his shirt, leaving his chest in your view, which although it was something you had already seen countless times the view improved when you had him under you with his eyes closed and his mouth ajar.

“Such in a rush, pretty boy?” you said running your hands down his torso knowing that whatever he was doing you were provoking it.

“Stop- joder- the teasing” He asked opening his eyes softly to put them on you although they soon closed again when your hand rested on his erection "No no no no, please, I need you, need to feel you" His words were cut off by the whimpers that came out of his mouth every time he received any kind of contact from you.

“My baby needs to feel me around him so bad huh?”

“Yes, please, plea-, please, please, I've waited enough” He pleaded with a higher pitched tone of voice than usual and pressing his erection against your body "let me be inside you".

You decided without giving him what he was looking for, getting rid of his pants and underwear before doing exactly the same with your clothes, although in a much slower way, being able to notice Pepe's pleading gaze running over your body.

Finishing with that little torture you returned to the bed, sitting on his lap and causing for the first time your naked bodies to touch, which made you both moan at the contact before bringing your lips together in a kiss.

“Let me put on this first” You murmured into the kiss as you put on a condom you had left on the bedside table in your room on purpose before bringing your lips together again.

You brought Pepe's hands to your waist as you moved your hips up so that you were finally over his cock, letting him get the slightest bit of contact with your entrance that was already begging for attention as well.

You broke away from the kiss long enough to be able to look at him, you wanted to see his face at the same time as you began to lower your hips on him, causing his moans and grunts to join yours.

“That's it, you're filling me up so good” You said once you were fully seated in his lap and he threw his head back again in pleasure, causing you to have to grab his chin to bring his eyes back to you.

“M-move? Por favor?” his head was already starting to go fuzzy and when that happened the two languages he spoke the most would come together in his head, luckily you had known him for long enough to know what he was saying at the time

For once you decided to heed what he was asking the first time around, bringing your hips back up before dropping them against his, a gesture he reciprocated as soon as he understood what was going on.

“God, you feel so- joder, too good” He sat up just enough so he could hide in your neck, but since you didn't want to lose eye contact you grabbed his chin to make him look at you while you kept moving your hips.

It seemed impossible for Pepe's mouth to close at that moment, it was always between open and little sounds that tried to be words came out of his mouth.

To avoid being so loud, his lips stuck to your skin, softly kissing your shoulder and collarbone while his eyes tried to stay on you despite the over stimulating sensations he was feeling at that moment.

“te quiero- i love you, please no pares, don't stop” Your eyes had closed for a moment so you could immerse yourself in the sensation, but you couldn't help but open them again as a smile graced your face as you listened to you

“i love you too baby, you're doing so good.”

You knew it wouldn't last too long as it was his first time, so when after a minute you felt him tighten inside you, you decided to speed up your movements a little.

“hold it for me pretty boy, let me cum with you” You whispered looking down at him from above, winning for a moment his gaze, which was pleading and above all full of pleasure.

He nodded softly before moaning at the intensity of your movements, wrapping a little tighter around your hips and letting you move at whatever pace you wanted, now focusing all his strength on doing what you had asked him to do.

It was costing him hell to do as you asked, as it was not only what he was feeling, but every moan that came out of your mouth knowing that he had provoked it drove him crazy, every time he heard how his hips bumped against yours he knew he wouldn't hesitate much longer.

“I-I'm close, estoy muy cerca, are-are you close?” he asked almost in a stammer as he kept kissing your skin, but he didn't even need a verbal response when without warning your hands went up to his cheeks so you could kiss him again.

That was the last thing he could take before he cummed, letting a little cry choke in your mouth as you slowly slowed your movements, always leaving little kisses on his mouth.

“That was- It was- god, i love you so much” He murmured against your lips as he wrapped his arms around you and lay back down on the bed with you on top of him, pulling out then inside of you.

“I love you too baby”

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"I can't help but love you, even though I try not to."

Paul Aron was the kind of man who turned heads before he even entered the room. Tall, cocky, devastatingly handsome, and with a reputation that made mothers hide their daughters. A certified playboy. He lived for the thrill, the games, the teasing—and unfortunately for Y/n, she’d somehow become his favorite target.

"Watch your step, Tiny," Paul smirked as he passed her in the hallway at the team house, his voice lazy and loud. "Wouldn’t want you to get lost in the carpet fibers again."

Y/n rolled her eyes. “Grow up.”

He turned, walking backward with that infuriating grin. “Bit hard when I’m already this grown.”

She shot him a withering glare that only made him laugh harder.

Paul called her “small” like it was her name. “Small hands, small feet, small voice,” he’d say mockingly. “It’s like talking to a bite-sized fury.”

She hated him. She hated how he’d wink after every insult, how his smug eyes always seemed to sparkle when he got under her skin. She hated that she noticed how good he looked in black, how his voice dipped when no one else was around. Most of all, she hated that he lived in her head after every fight.

It was after a long, loud night—the kind where alcohol ran too freely and egos flared hotter than usual. The team’s afterparty had ended in chaos, and Y/n had had enough of Paul’s constant digs.

“Why do you always do this?” she snapped at him in the hallway, cornered between the kitchen and his room. “Is it just fun for you? To make me feel small?”

Paul looked down at her, and for the first time, the cocky smirk faltered.

“You are small,” he said, but this time his voice was quieter. Different.

She shoved him. “God, you’re such an ass—”

Paul caught her wrist. Not rough. Not teasing. Just… steady.

“You don’t get it, do you?” he muttered, jaw tight. “You’re all I think about.”

She froze.

“You drive me insane, Y/n,” he said, stepping closer. “You make me act like a damn schoolboy. And yeah, maybe I call you small, but that’s because I notice everything about you. How your laugh comes in short bursts when you’re actually having fun. How you fidget with your rings when you’re nervous. How you take up a room without even realizing it. You make me feel... fucking huge, because you’re the only one who ever challenges me.”

Y/n stared at him, her breath catching in her throat.

“So yeah, maybe I make fun of you,” he continued, voice hoarse, “because if I didn’t, I’d probably just kiss you. And I don’t think I’d stop.”

She blinked.

And then she did what neither of them expected—she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him into a kiss that burned with months of tension.

They didn’t make it far. Just a few steps back into his room, where everything finally cracked open. Their fight dissolved into breathless touches, hands and mouths finally doing what words never could.

Paul slammed the door behind them, his eyes locked onto Y/n's.

Y/n's pulse raced, adrenaline spiking as she backed away. The room was dimly lit, casting stark shadows that danced across the walls. Paul advanced, his massive frame filling the space, his cock already rock hard, stretching the fabric of his pants. He knew what he wanted, and he wanted it now.

Her breath hitched as he reached out, grabbing her by the throat, not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to make his presence known. "You're mine tonight," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "Every inch of you is going to feel me."

He shove her roughly against the wall, his free hand hitching up her skirt. He cupped her ass, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He growled, low and deep, as he felt her heat through her thin panties. "Fuck, you're wet," he muttered, his voice thick with lust.

He tore at her panties, the fabric ripping with a sharp sound. She gasped, her body arching as he plunged two fingers into her slick heat. He pumped them in and out, his thumb circling her clit, making her moan and buck against his hand. "That's it," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "Get nice and wet for me. I want you to take every inch of my cock."

He withdrew his fingers, his hand leaving a wet trail down her thigh as he stepped back. His eyes never left hers as he unbuttoned his pants, his cock springing free, thick and heavy with need. She licked her lips, her eyes wide as she took in his size. He smiled, a slow, predatory grin. "You can take it," he said, his voice a low promise. "And you will."

He grabbed her hips, spinning her around and bending her over the bed. He kicked her legs apart, his hands roaming over her ass, squeezing and kneading her flesh. She whimpered, her body trembling with anticipation. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cockhead brushing against her wet folds. He rubbed his cock up and down her slit, coating himself in her juices.

She pushed back against him, a desperate plea in her eyes. He chuckled, a low, dark sound. "Eager, aren't you?" He gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He could feel her body tensing, ready for him. He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, his lips at her ear. "I'm going to fuck you hard, Y/n," he whispered. "I'm going to fill you up, stretch you wide, and breed you."

He reared back, his hips slamming forward, his cock driving deep into her wet heat. She screamed, her body convulsing as he filled her completely, his hips pressing against her ass. He groaned, a low, guttural sound, as he pulled back, his cock slick and glistening with her juices. He slammed into her again, his hips moving in a brutal, punishing rhythm. She met each thrust, her body pushing back against his, taking every inch of his massive cock.

She felt his every thrust to her core, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her fingers clawed at the bedsheets, the fabric tearing under her nails. Paul's hips pounded against her, his cock driving deep, relentless. The room filled with the wet sounds of their fucking, the slaps of flesh against flesh, and their ragged breaths.

"You feel that, my love?" he growled, his voice harsh with lust. "You feel my cock stretching you wide? Filling you up?"

She could only moan in response, her body pushed into the mattress. Her hips swayed in rhythm with his thrusts, willing him deeper.

His hand sliding down her back, tracing the curve of her spine. She shivered under his touch, her body arching towards him. He gripped her hips again, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, his thrusts becoming more urgent. He leaned over her, his sweat dripping down his face. His mouth found her ear, his tongue tracing the shell of it. "I want you to feel every inch of me," he panted. His free hand slid around her front. He cupped her breast, pinching her nipple through her shirt. She whimpered, her body shuddering as pleasure shot through her.

His lips moved to her neck, teeth grazing her skin. He sucked hard, marking her, claiming her. She gasped, her body tensing as she felt his cock swell inside her. He was close, she could feel it. He reared back, his hips slamming into hers, his cock driving deep. He roared, his body convulsing as he came, his hot seed spilling into her, filling her up. She cried out, her own orgasm ripping through her, her body milking his cock, drawing out every last drop. He collapsed onto her, his body slick with sweat, his cock still pulsing inside her. She could feel his heartbeat, slow and steady, matching hers.

His breath ragged, Paul remained buried deep inside her, his cock still hard, still throbbing. He pulled back slightly, his hips rolling in a slow, deliberate circle, ensuring every inch of his thick shaft dragged against her walls. He groaned, feeling her pulse around him, her body clenching tightly, desperate to keep him inside.

"You're so fucking tight," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "Even with my cum filling you up, you're still squeezing my cock like a vice." He slid out slowly, his cock glistening with their combined juices, then drove back in, hard and deep. She gasped, her body jolting with the force of his thrust.

He repeated the motion, each withdrawal slow and torturous, each entry brutal and swift. His hips slammed against her ass, his balls slapping against her clit, the wet sounds of their fucking filling the room. He reached down, his hand wrapping around her throat again, his fingers pressing gently against her pulse. He could feel her heartbeat, rapid and wild, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.

"You love this, don't you?" he panted, his voice harsh with lust. "You love taking my big cock, feeling it stretch you wide, fill you up, right?"

She moaned in response, her body pushing back against his, taking his cock deeper. He chuckled, a low, dark sound. "That's right," he said, his voice a low growl. "You're mine. Every inch of you is mine." He slid his hand down her back, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine. He cupped her ass, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, spreading her cheeks wide. He growled, his hips slamming into hers, his cock driving deep, hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars.

He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, his lips at her ear. "I want you to feel every inch of me," he panted. "I want you to feel my cock stretch you wide, fill you up, breed you. I want you to take every drop of my cum, feel it drip out of you, coat your thighs. I want you to be marked, claimed, owned."

He reared back, his hips slamming into hers, his cock driving deep. He groaned, his body tense, his muscles straining. He was close again, she could feel it. His cock swelled inside her, his hips moving in a frantic, desperate rhythm. He roared, his body convulsing as he came, his hot seed spilling into her, filling her up. She cried out, her own orgasm ripping through her, her body milking his cock, drawing out every last drop. Her legs gave out, her body collapsing onto the bed, his cock still pulsing inside her.

She lay sprawled beneath him, her body spent and slick with sweat. Paul's cock still throbbed inside her, pulsing with the echo of his release. He leaned down, his lips finding hers in a bruising kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, tasting her, claiming her. She kissed him back, her tongue tangling with his, their breaths mingling, ragged and desperate.

His lips trailed down to her neck, kissing and biting, leaving a trail of marks. She whimpered, her body arching into him, seeking more. He growled, his hands gripping her hips, holding her in place as he started to move again. His cock, still hard, slid out slowly before driving back in, deep and brutal. She gasped, her nails raking down his back.

He kissed her again, his lips sloppy and rough, his breath hot against her face. His hips pounded against her, his cock filling her completely. She met his kisses with equal ferocity, her tongue battling his, her teeth nipping at his lips. He groaned, his body shuddering as he felt another orgasm building. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in harsh, demanding circles. She cried out, her body tensing as pleasure surged through her.

"You're going to come with me," he growled, his voice harsh and commanding. "You're going to milk my cock, take every drop of my cum." She nodded, her body already responding to his words, her hips moving in sync with his. He kissed her again, his lips bruising, his tongue claiming. His fingers worked her clit, his hips slammed into hers, his cock driving deep.

"arthur, i'm ready."

she'd said that three weeks ago, and they had both been preparing for this moment ever since. makeout sessions had gotten more intense, hands experimentally traveling under clothes. arthur had even tried fingering her a few times to make sure she knew what she was getting into, that she was prepared for how it would feel.

and mostly because he was scared. nervous about being his beloveds first. because if he messed this up, he could lose her for good.

the only reason she had waited this long was because she had never met the right man. hell, she was twenty one and her first real boyfriend had been arthur. sure, there had been crushes and meaningless kisses and sheer terror at the idea of being in a relationship, but arthur made her feel safe, like a warm hug on a cold day. his presence was comforting, and she never felt like she had to be someone she wasn’t around him.

after a night out of the town that made her feel like the best version of herself, like she was walking on a cloud (as spending time with the youngest leclerc brother always did), they found themselves back at arthurs flat.

he carried her up the stairs, ever the gentleman, hand over her eyes as he pushed the bedroom door open tho his toes.

“i want to show you something.” he says softly, asking her to keep her eyes closed while he shuts the door, switching on the fairy lights, reaching for the bag of fake flower petals. “okay, open your eyes.”

“oh, arthur.” she said softly, breath catching in her throat as she placed her hands over her heart. “it’s beautiful.”

a trail of fake petals lead from where she was standing to the bed, where even more dotted the simple white duvet, a towel elephant resting on the corner, like the towel animals on a cruise ship. the room was illuminated with soft, warm fairy lights. with a goofy grin on his face, arthur came towards her, reaching into the graft bag to throw more petals in the air.

she laughed, pulling him in for a gentle kiss as he dropped flower petals in her hair.

“wait, you haven’t seen the best part.” the boy laughs, reaching for the stereo remote. with the press of a button, heart’s ‘what about love’ begins to play softly. “damn it.” he mutters. “this was supposed to be a relaxing and easy listening playlist.”

“arthur,” she giggled, prying the remote from his hand. “it’s perfect.” she pressed up on her toes, arms around his shoulders as she kissed him, breathing in the smell of his cologne, the feel of his linens shirt under her fingers.

she sat down on the end of the bed, slipping out of her high heels and dropping her purse on the floor. she leaned back against the bed, fake rose petals sticking to her skin as arthur lay on his side next to her, warm hands caressing her skin.

“hi.” she said softly, fingers tracing her jaw as she propped up on an elbow to meet his gaze.

arthur reached behind him, triumphantly holding up the towel elephant and waving one of its small arms. “hi, darling.”

she laughed, throwing one of her legs over arthurs before she nuzzled up against him, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “you’re such a dork.”

“you love it.” he said before he kissed her, his lips soft against hers, the glittery lipgloss that had almost faded off her skin transferring onto his lips as he gently pressed her against the pillows.

she sighed in contentment as his hand slipped up her dress, resting reassuringly against her upper thigh. she cages his upper lip between both of hers, fingers cradling through his hair as she pressed herself closer to him. the shoulder strap of her dress slipped down her pale skin, bathed a heavenly shade of gold in the fairy lights. before she could get self-conscious and teach to right it, arthur took charge, pressing gentle, open-mouthed kisses to her skin.

“you’re so perfect. i don’t wanna stop touching you.  i just wanna be near you and close to you in any way i can.”

her heart swelled with love at hearing arthur’s words. this entire evening had been so surreal. she never thought she’d meet someone who made her feel the way that arthur leclerc could.

even now, he was so mindful of her boundaries, so cautious and careful with her heart as he presssed her into the mattress, fingers teasing the edge of her panties, but firmly staying there until she said otherwise, gave him permission to touch her like that.

for now, he was content with kissing her neck, his fingers on his free hand lacing with hers to cradle her her hand with the gentlest, sweetest of touches.

“arthur.” she whined, bucking her hips against his. “please…i need more.”

arthur slowed his movements, gently rolling them over so they were facing each other on their sides, one of her legs hiked over his hip. he kissed her softly, his tongue gently teasing her lips as he started to push her panties aside.

“just remember to breathe, beautiful. remember, this is nothing we haven’t already done before.”

“i know.” she sighed, biting her lips as his fingers began to circle where she needed him most. “i trust you. fully and completely.”

arthur sunk his fingers inside of her, peppering her face in kisses as he gave her time to adjust, her juices dripping down his fingers as he began to flex his slender fingers, scissoring them rapidly.

“oh, fuck, babe,” she whined, fingernails digging into his shirt as she bucked against his appendages. “feels so good.”

“yeah, you like having my fingers inside you, don’t you, cherie?”

“yes, god.” she moaned, burying her face in arthurs neck, fingers scratching down the bit of exposed chest peeking out from his button down. “i love your fingers.”

“good. the only purpose they serve is to make you feel good, love.” arthur smiled, dotting kisses over all the exposed skin he could reach.

he curled his fingers, fingertips touching her spongy center. she yelped at the pleasure, springing off the bed. they both burst out into a fit of giggles, arthurs fingers still working their magic.

“do you want to come of my fingers pretty girl, or are you ready to take my cock? you feel ready, but I am more than happy to lie here all night and finger you until you scream my name.” arthur chuckled, gently slipping his fingers out and sitting up on the bed, beginning to undo the buttons on his shirt.

she would never get tired of seeing her boyfriend without a shirt on: the muscles and veins popping in his arms, his broad, strong shoulders. his washboard abs that she intended to mark up with her nails before the night was over.

“im ready. i want your dick.”

laughing, arthur got up from the bed, shedding his shirt as his lover got to her feet, slipping out of her dress and allowing the white fabric to pool on the floor. he opened his bedside drawer to extract a box of condoms, his eyes wide ending in both adoration and lust as he looked back at his girlfriend.

“bebe, you look beautiful.”

her face blushed pink as she tried to make her bikini cut panties seem sexier, averting her gaze from arthur. “thank you. thank you for making me feel comfortable, and beautiful.”

arthru hummed, standing in front of her and tilting her head up to his. “you don’t need to thank me, gorgeous.” he kissed her softly, allowing her hands to travel the expanse of his exposed skin, nails scratching at his abs as he steered her back towards his bed. “i think this will go easier if you’re on top. that was you can set your own pace.”

she nodded, hands resting nervously near the waistband of arthurs pants. “okay. i can do that.”

he gently pushed her hands away, and she sat on the edge of the bed, one leg over the other in an attempt to hide the ever-growing damp spot on her panties. she swallowed harshly, feeling her nipples grow harder as she watched arthur undo his belt, dropping his jeans and his boxers in one fell swoop, his hard cock springing to attention now that it was free of its fabric confines.

he rolled the condom on, sitting at the head of the bed before beckoning his girlfriend over and helping her out of his panties, his eyes darkening at the sight of her now mostly naked body.

“there we go, just like that.” arthur encouraged, guiding her to straddle him, answering every question she asked and reassuring her that she would be perfect.

“so I just sit down like…this?” she asked, bracing her hands on arthurs shoulders as she tried to sink down on his length, arthurs gentle touch guiding her towards his cock. “oh my god.” she inhaled sharply, not even halfway on his dick before she froze, muscles tightening.

“hey, hey, it’s okay.” arthur soothed, gently kissing her breastbone, fingers tracing reassuring circles on her skin. “it’s okay, just breathe. i can stay like this for a minute, you don’t have to take it all at once.”

she nodded, breathing heavily as she brushed her hair behind her ears, resting her hands on either side of arthurs neck, resting for a moment before sinking down further, her face contorted in a grimace as she allowed her boyfriend to bottom out inside her.

“breathe, baby. breathe. I’m right here, I’ve got you.” arthur hummed, kissing her softly. “we go at your pace. nice and easy.”

she moves slowly, gingerly, hands braced on her lovers shoulders as she starts to move her hips, rocking gently back and forth. keeping his touch gentle, looking out through hooded eyes, arthur gently began to guide her up and down, resisting the urge to thrust up into her when she moaned, fingernails clenching into his skin.

“fuck, i love those moans, princess. keep moaning for me, let me know how good you feel. or, let me know if you stop feeling good and we’ll take a break, okay?”

“yeah.” she nodded, picking up the pace of her movements, panting heavily as arthur tried not to let his eyes roll back in his skull, pressing his lips to hers to muffle his own moans of pleasure.

the real thing was so much better than his late night fantasies, and knowing that she trusted him this much added a whole new layer of intimacy to the scene, somehow managing to make it even more erotic. he feared he’d blow his load too soon, but would that really be such a bad thing right now? he’d almost certainly be hard again if she decided she wanted a round two, or if he buried his head between her thighs and tongue fucked her until she came undone on his face.

“fuck, arthur.” she moaned, her movements becoming slower, exhaustion seeping into her legs. “please, i need more. my legs can’t take this. can you take over?”

he kissed her hard, flipping their bodies over so he was on top, driving into her quickly, but trying to restrain himself, his fingers clutching the sheets to practice restraint.

they’d work up to the more adventurous, more erotic activities later. right now, it was back to basics as he tried to keep his speed steady, matching what they were moving at while she was on top of him.

“is this what you wanted, love? does this feel good?”

“yes, god, please,” she moaned, trying to hold his body closer. trying to get as physically close to him as she possibly could. “this is so good, arthur. so, so good.”

“perfect.” he smiled, leaning down to kiss her. “I love you.”

“i love you more.”

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As the drinks kept flowing, our hands became increasingly adventurous. I felt his strong fingers squeeze my thigh, creeping higher under my skirt with each bold caress. I leaned in close, my breath tickling his ear as I whispered, "You know, we could always make this an early celebration if you're up for it."

Paul needed no more encouragement. His hands found my breasts, squeezing and teasing my nipples through my dress. I moaned softly, leaning back to give him better access. The music throbbed around us, but the only rhythm I felt was the beating of my heart and the growing urgency between my legs.

Without warning, Paul stood, taking my hand and pulling me towards the bathroom. The crowded bar didn't seem to notice as we made our way through, our bodies pressed tightly together, my back against the solid wall of his chest. He pushed open the bathroom door and guided me into a stall, locking it behind us.

The confined space only intensified the heat between us. Paul's eyes burned with desire as he looked at me, his hands grasping my hips and pulling me against him. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my stomach, and I grinded my pelvis against him, feeling his length through our clothes.

"I need to feel you," he growled, his lips finding my neck as he started to kiss and bite my sensitive skin. His hands fumbled with the zipper of my dress, tugging it down urgently. I lifted my arms, letting the fabric fall to the floor, leaving me standing in nothing but a lacy bra and thong.

Paul's eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight of my bare skin. His mouth found mine in a hungry kiss, his tongue tangling with mine as his hands roamed freely over my body. I reached down, desperate to free his cock from the confines of his pants. It sprang free, hard and thick, and I wrapped my hand around it, stroking gently as I felt his sharp intake of breath.

"You feel so good," he grunted, his hips thrusting slightly into my hand.

Needing to feel him inside me, I turned and lifted myself onto the closed toilet seat, spreading my legs wide. Paul's eyes widened at the invitation, and he wasted no time, diving his head between my thighs. His tongue found my clit, circling and flicking as he moaned softly, sending vibrations through my sensitive flesh. My hands tangled in his hair, guiding him as my hips bucked uncontrollably.

The sound of the song "All I Need" by Lloyd filtered through the bathroom door, providing a sexy backdrop to our dirty encounter. Paul's mouth worked its magic, his lips and tongue sending me closer and closer to the edge. My breath quickened as I felt the climax building, and then I was falling, crying out in pleasure as my body shook with the force of my orgasm.

But Paul wasn't done. He stood, stroking his cock as he pressed the tip to my soaking wet pussy. With one smooth thrust, he filled me, burying himself deep inside me. I gasped at the sensation, feeling him stretch me wider than I'd ever felt before.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his voice hoarse with need.

He began to move, his hips snapping forward as he plunged in and out of me. The sound of our flesh slapping together filled the small stall, mixing with our grunts and moans. Paul's eyes never left mine as he pounded into me, his hands grasping my thighs to pull me closer.

The music outside seemed to echo the rhythm of our fucking, and Paul moved in perfect sync, his thrusts becoming harder and deeper. I felt his balls slap against my ass with each forward motion, and I knew he was close.

"I'm gonna cum," he growled, his voice strained. "I want to cum inside you."

I nodded frantically, my body on edge again, eager for release. "Cum for me, baby. Fill me up."

With a final, powerful thrust, Paul buried himself as deep as he could go. I felt his cock twitch and throb as he emptied his load deep inside me, his warm cum coating my walls. It was the first time we had ever been bare, and the sensation sent me over the edge. I cried out, my fingernails digging into his shoulders as my pussy clenched around him, milking every last drop of his release.

We stayed like that for a moment, breathless and spent, before Paul gently pulled out. I felt his cum trickling out of me, but I didn't care. I'd never felt so deliciously satisfied.

Paul helped me off the toilet and straightened my dress, his fingers lingering on my body as he whispered, "Let's get out of here."

I smiled, knowing what he wanted. "Take me home, and you can have me again."

The drive back to our place was a blur, fueled by the overwhelming need to be with each other. We tore into the house, our clothes falling off along the way. By the time we reached the bedroom, we were both completely naked, our bodies glowing with desire.

Paul laid me down on the bed, his mouth finding my sensitive nipples as he teased and suckled, sending shivers down my spine. I moaned, my hands running through his hair, encouraging him to continue his oral exploration. His tongue trailed down my body, dipping into my navel before settling between my thighs once more.

This time, his mouth worked slowly, his tongue teasing my clit in lazy circles as his fingers plunged in and out of my pussy. I bucked my hips, riding his face as he ate me out with slow, deliberate strokes. I could feel his cock hardening against my thigh, and I reached down, grasping his length and pumping it gently.

"I want you to fuck me again," I whispered, my breath hot against his ear. "I need to feel you inside me."

Paul growled his approval, positioning himself at my entrance. With one smooth thrust, he entered me, filling me with his hardness once more. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper as he began to move.

The tempo built, our bodies moving in perfect harmony as we chased our release. Paul's cock felt incredible, stretching me wide as he thrusted deep and hard. I met his movements, my hips lifting to greet each forward motion, our skin slapping together in a sexy rhythm.

I felt my orgasm building like a tsunami, and I knew Paul was close too. His breathing became ragged, his grunts filling the room as he gave one final, powerful thrust. "I'm cumming," he roared, his cock pulsing as he filled me with his release once more.

My body followed suit, my walls clenching around him as I cried out, my juices flowing around his shaft. We rode out our orgasms, our bodies convulsing in unison as we enjoyed the intense pleasure.

Collapsing onto the bed, we lay tangled together, our sweaty bodies pressed close. I felt Paul's cock twitch inside me, and I knew he wasn't done yet. With a wicked smile, I rolled over, straddling him and impaling myself on his still-hard length.

"You're insatiable," he said with a laugh, his hands grasping my hips as I began to move.

I rode him slowly at first, lifting and lowering myself, feeling every inch of his cock. Paul's hands found my breasts, squeezing and teasing my nipples as I bounced gently on his lap. The feeling was incredible, and I quickened my pace, my breathing becoming shallow as I chased another climax.

"That's it, baby," Paul encouraged, his eyes glued to where our bodies joined. "Ride that cock."

His words sent me over the edge, and I threw my head back, my body shaking as I came around him. Paul followed soon after, his hands gripping my hips as he thrust up, filling me with another load of his hot cum.

Spent and satisfied, we lay on the bed, our hearts pounding and our limbs entangled. I trailed my fingers along Paul's chest, feeling his steady breath on my skin.

"That was incredible," I whispered, leaning in for a soft kiss.

Paul smiled, his hands pulling me closer. "And this is just the beginning."