halsteadlover

[halsteadlover]

excuse me sir... excuse me.. first you do this

and now this...

i can't survive no longer... alexa play if i die young by the band perry

goodbye lovelys... i'm gone, this man has killed me

[halsteadlover]

𝐀𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲

*Pics not time credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader.

• Requested by anon: Reader x Charles Leclerc where he’s gets a remote control vibrator during his press conference and he’s trying not to to come or moan and he’s hiding it and when he’s done reader teases him and finally makes him cum really hard.

• Warnings: smut, oral sex (m. receiving), explicit language, dirty talk, use of sex toy.

• Word count: 2K.

• A/N: PLEASE READ THIS ONLY IF YOU’RE 18+. I hope you like this one, please let me know what you think and comment, like and reblog ❤️ Thank you so much for your support xx

Charles knew from the moment he saw the mischievous smile plastered on your lips that something was wrong. He definitely didn’t believe that your sweet and innocent smile would lead to nothing but trouble.

At first, it had been the usual, your playful teasing while he got ready, brushing up against him, bending over while casually wearing very revealing shorts, whispering things you knew would drive him insane.

It didn’t take much to drive Charles crazy though, he had no self-control whatsoever when it came to you, even the mere flutter of your eyelashes was enough to have him at your mercy.

“What are you trying to do cherie?” He had murmured in your ear as he grabbed you from behind, wrapping his arms around your hips and pressing his body against yours.

You moaned as you felt his erection pressed against your ass and he hissed as you—not innocently at all—rubbed yourself against him.

“What’s the matter, baby, are you needy this morning? Is my princess horny?” He whispered, grinning against your skin as he began to kiss your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

“Mmmh yeah, I want you so much,” you replied, in that sultry voice that drove Charles crazy as he cupped his hands on your breast, making you sigh in pleasure. “But I wanted to give you something before you go.”

He was intrigued but reluctantly let you go. He watched you take a small black velvet box from the closet, and he didn’t miss the spark of mischief in your eyes.

“Wear these for me, baby.”

He knew it.

He should’ve known better. Should’ve known you were up to no good. But Charles Leclerc? He always loved a challenge, especially when it came from you, because he knew how it would end.

But now, sitting under the harsh fluorescent lights of the media room, he regretted indulging you, with every fiber of his being.

The vibrating boxers were a menace. An absolute menace.

He shifted in his seat, trying to keep his face neutral while the journalist droned on about tire degradation and race strategies. But he wasn’t listening to a single word, his attention was totally focused on that low, persistent buzz pressed right against his dick, just enough to make his skin prickle, his pulse race.

Charles cleared his throat away from the microphone, fingers twitching where they rested on the table. He threw a glance toward the back of the room and, of course, there you were. Leaning against the wall, looking like an evil but gorgeous goddess.

God, you were breathtaking, and Charles was so horny and frustrated he didn’t know if he wanted to fuck you first or punish you for the torture you were subjecting him to.

You weren’t even paying attention to the questions. No, your eyes were fixed on him, eating him completely. And when you lifted your phone—just slightly—his stomach twisted.

You wouldn’t.

The smirk on your lips said otherwise.

A sudden jolt of vibration surged through him, again, and Charles sucked in a sharp breath, barely disguising it as a cough.

Max, seated beside him, raised an eyebrow. “You good, mate?”

Charles forced a tight smile as he felt his face grew hotter. “Oui. Yes. Uhm… Just—eh, I’m fine.”

But he wasn’t fine.

Not when you kept pushing the intensity higher, till the point he was afraid of busting a nut there in front of the whole world.

His thighs tensed under the table, and he pressed his heels into the floor, desperate to keep himself composed. His mind spun, not with racing lines or lap times, but with thoughts of your hands, your mouth, and the wicked gleam in your eye when you knew you had him right where you wanted him.

And right now? You definitely had him.

Another wave of pleasure rolled through him, a teasing pulse that had him gripping the mic a little too tightly. The moderator called his name, and it took everything in him to process the question.

“Uh… yes. The car… feels good. A strong package this weekend.”

Of all the words he could’ve chosen.

He glanced at you and saw how you bit your lip to stifle a laugh, and his jaw clenched as he narrowed his eyes at you.

By the time the press conference ended—and it felt like an eternity—he was on his feet in seconds, slipping past the other drivers and heading straight to you, internally praying no one would notice the huge hard on in his pants.

The moment you were alone in the hotel room again, he backed you against the wall, his voice low and rough in your ear as his hands groped your ass. “You think you’re so funny, huh?”

You giggled softly, fingers grazing the waistband of his jeans as your nose brushed his, without kissing him. “Actually, yes. But don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it baby, I know you loved it.”

You weren’t wrong. As much as you drove him crazy, he craved every second of it. But in that precise moment he craved you, he wanted you, every inch of you.

“Turn it off.”

“Hmm.” Your nails traced his hipbone, featherlight and taunting, making his skin shiver. “Make me.”

Without another word, he grabbed your throat and slammed his lips on yours, in a deep and pornographic kiss, so messy and passionate it made you literally moan into his mouth. His other hand was in your hair, having you completely at his mercy as he took the soul out of your body.

You returned his voracity, his desire with equal passion, making him almost lose the ground under his feet. His patience, already hanging by a thread, snapped the moment your hands started to wander again, this time caressing his hard dick over his pants.

“On your knees, chérie,” he ordered, voice thick with frustration and desire. “You made this mess. You fix it.”

Your smile was nothing short of victorious as you sank down in front of him, your eyes always fixed on his.

He looked at you with such an adoring expression, almost like he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have such a beautiful creature on her knees for him.

It took every ounce of his strength not to come right there and now when your fingers started fumbling with his belt and the buttons of his jeans. The mere image of your face next to his dick was too much, especially when all he had done was imagine the feeling of your warm mouth around him all day.

When his fingers tangled in your hair, Charles thought you were worth all the trouble in the world. He let out a shaky breath, his entire body thrumming with anticipation. He was already so wounded up, so desperate for relief, that the slightest brush of your fingers against him sent a fresh wave of frustration coursing through him.

“Fais quelque chose, chérie…” His voice was rough, strained, filled with barely contained hunger. God, he wanted you so badly, so desperately he felt like he was dying.

You hummed in amusement, dragging your nails along his lower abdomen before finally tugging down his jeans and boxers in one slow, torturous motion. His dick sprang free, thick and heavy, the tip flushed and leaking from the relentless teasing you had subjected him to all day. The sight alone made your mouth water.

“Look at you,” you murmured, wrapping your fingers around him, relishing the way his breath hit the contact. “So worked up for me. Was the press conference hard for you, baby?”

Charles let out a low, almost pained groan. “I’m hating you so much now.”

Your laugh was pure mischief as you leaned forward, trailing your tongue along the underside of his length, slow and teasing, not giving him nearly enough. His hips jerked forward involuntarily, but you pulled back just in time, keeping control and making him curse under his breath.

He lets out another frustrated groan, his hand clenching around your hair. “Arrête tes conneries.”

But you only smiled up at him, your lips brushing over his sensitive tip. Your tongue drew imaginary circles around his tip, tasting and licking away him precum. You whispered, “Make me.”

That was all it took for Charles to snap.

His grip in your hair tightened, and with a deep, guttural moan, he guided you forward, urging you to fully take him into your mouth. The second your warm, wet heat enveloped him, his head slammed back against the wall with a curse.

“Merde… oh, putain, bébé…” His thighs trembled, and his fingers flexed against your scalp as he fought not to thrust too hard, too fast. He wanted to savor it, to punish you by making this last, but you were already setting a devastating pace, your tongue swirling, your lips tightening around him in a way that made him see stars.

Charles had always prided himself on his control. On the track, in his career, even in moments like this, he knew how to hold back, how to prolong the pleasure.

But you? You stripped him of that control effortlessly.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his accent thick, voice rasping as his hips started to move, matching the rhythm of your mouth. “You take me so well, chérie. So perfect…”

You moaned around him in response, and the vibrations sent a shudder through his entire body. His abs tensed, his grip turned bruising, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer, not when your hands kept massaging his balls like he loved it.

Your eyes were fixed on his, on his face twisted with pleasure and the pure sight was an aphrodisiac. You loved seeing him like this, you loved having control over him, you loved driving him so crazy that he didn’t even know how to act anymore.

He threw his head back, the column of his throat so sexy you wanted to lick every inch of it, his jaw defined and clenched, his chest rising and falling rapidly. God, he was breathtaking.

“Baby,” he warned, his breath ragged as he looked at you again. His free hand rested on your cheek, his thumb drawing imaginary circles on your skin, smearing the mascara running down your face even more, a gesture so sweet and in total contrast to the filthy things you were doing. “Yes, fuck, oh yes… Don’t stop. I’m going to come in your mouth and you’re going to swallow every single drop.”

But you had no intention of stopping. If anything, you doubled down, hollowing your cheeks, sucking harder, letting your fingers stroke what your mouth couldn’t take.

And that was it, he was completely done for.

A deep, wrecked groan tore from Charles’ throat as his entire body tensed, pleasure crashing over him like a tidal wave. He spilled into your mouth with a shuddering gasp, his muscles trembling as you took every last drop, not stopping until he was completely undone.

It took him a moment to catch his breath, his chest rising and falling as the aftershocks of his release still pulsed through him. Slowly, he looked down at you, and the sight nearly undid him all over again—your lips swollen, your eyes dark with satisfaction, your mascara smeared, your tongue darling out to collect the last traces of him.

Charles exhaled sharply, a breathless chuckle escaping him as he pulled you up to your feet. “You... Mon Dieu. You’re going to be the death of me.”

You grinned, draping your arms around his shoulders. “But you love it.”

His hands settled on your waist, tugging you flush against him, and despite the exhaustion still tingling in his limbs, he smirked.

“Oh, chérie, you have no idea how much,” he murmured, his voice low, filled with a promise before crashing his lips on yours. “And I’m going to love it so much more now that it’s your turn.”

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𝐀𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲

*Pics not time credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader.

• Requested by anon: Reader x Charles Leclerc where he’s gets a remote control vibrator during his press conference and he’s trying not to to come or moan and he’s hiding it and when he’s done reader teases him and finally makes him cum really hard.

• Warnings: smut, oral sex (m. receiving), explicit language, dirty talk, use of sex toy.

• Word count: 2K.

• A/N: PLEASE READ THIS ONLY IF YOU’RE 18+. I hope you like this one, please let me know what you think and comment, like and reblog ❤️ Thank you so much for your support xx

Charles knew from the moment he saw the mischievous smile plastered on your lips that something was wrong. He definitely didn’t believe that your sweet and innocent smile would lead to nothing but trouble.

At first, it had been the usual, your playful teasing while he got ready, brushing up against him, bending over while casually wearing very revealing shorts, whispering things you knew would drive him insane.

It didn’t take much to drive Charles crazy though, he had no self-control whatsoever when it came to you, even the mere flutter of your eyelashes was enough to have him at your mercy.

“What are you trying to do cherie?” He had murmured in your ear as he grabbed you from behind, wrapping his arms around your hips and pressing his body against yours.

You moaned as you felt his erection pressed against your ass and he hissed as you—not innocently at all—rubbed yourself against him.

“What’s the matter, baby, are you needy this morning? Is my princess horny?” He whispered, grinning against your skin as he began to kiss your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

“Mmmh yeah, I want you so much,” you replied, in that sultry voice that drove Charles crazy as he cupped his hands on your breast, making you sigh in pleasure. “But I wanted to give you something before you go.”

He was intrigued but reluctantly let you go. He watched you take a small black velvet box from the closet, and he didn’t miss the spark of mischief in your eyes.

“Wear these for me, baby.”

He knew it.

He should’ve known better. Should’ve known you were up to no good. But Charles Leclerc? He always loved a challenge, especially when it came from you, because he knew how it would end.

But now, sitting under the harsh fluorescent lights of the media room, he regretted indulging you, with every fiber of his being.

The vibrating boxers were a menace. An absolute menace.

He shifted in his seat, trying to keep his face neutral while the journalist droned on about tire degradation and race strategies. But he wasn’t listening to a single word, his attention was totally focused on that low, persistent buzz pressed right against his dick, just enough to make his skin prickle, his pulse race.

Charles cleared his throat away from the microphone, fingers twitching where they rested on the table. He threw a glance toward the back of the room and, of course, there you were. Leaning against the wall, looking like an evil but gorgeous goddess.

God, you were breathtaking, and Charles was so horny and frustrated he didn’t know if he wanted to fuck you first or punish you for the torture you were subjecting him to.

You weren’t even paying attention to the questions. No, your eyes were fixed on him, eating him completely. And when you lifted your phone—just slightly—his stomach twisted.

You wouldn’t.

The smirk on your lips said otherwise.

A sudden jolt of vibration surged through him, again, and Charles sucked in a sharp breath, barely disguising it as a cough.

Max, seated beside him, raised an eyebrow. “You good, mate?”

Charles forced a tight smile as he felt his face grew hotter. “Oui. Yes. Uhm… Just—eh, I’m fine.”

But he wasn’t fine.

Not when you kept pushing the intensity higher, till the point he was afraid of busting a nut there in front of the whole world.

His thighs tensed under the table, and he pressed his heels into the floor, desperate to keep himself composed. His mind spun, not with racing lines or lap times, but with thoughts of your hands, your mouth, and the wicked gleam in your eye when you knew you had him right where you wanted him.

And right now? You definitely had him.

Another wave of pleasure rolled through him, a teasing pulse that had him gripping the mic a little too tightly. The moderator called his name, and it took everything in him to process the question.

“Uh… yes. The car… feels good. A strong package this weekend.”

Of all the words he could’ve chosen.

He glanced at you and saw how you bit your lip to stifle a laugh, and his jaw clenched as he narrowed his eyes at you.

By the time the press conference ended—and it felt like an eternity—he was on his feet in seconds, slipping past the other drivers and heading straight to you, internally praying no one would notice the huge hard on in his pants.

The moment you were alone in the hotel room again, he backed you against the wall, his voice low and rough in your ear as his hands groped your ass. “You think you’re so funny, huh?”

You giggled softly, fingers grazing the waistband of his jeans as your nose brushed his, without kissing him. “Actually, yes. But don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it baby, I know you loved it.”

You weren’t wrong. As much as you drove him crazy, he craved every second of it. But in that precise moment he craved you, he wanted you, every inch of you.

“Turn it off.”

“Hmm.” Your nails traced his hipbone, featherlight and taunting, making his skin shiver. “Make me.”

Without another word, he grabbed your throat and slammed his lips on yours, in a deep and pornographic kiss, so messy and passionate it made you literally moan into his mouth. His other hand was in your hair, having you completely at his mercy as he took the soul out of your body.

You returned his voracity, his desire with equal passion, making him almost lose the ground under his feet. His patience, already hanging by a thread, snapped the moment your hands started to wander again, this time caressing his hard dick over his pants.

“On your knees, chérie,” he ordered, voice thick with frustration and desire. “You made this mess. You fix it.”

Your smile was nothing short of victorious as you sank down in front of him, your eyes always fixed on his.

He looked at you with such an adoring expression, almost like he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have such a beautiful creature on her knees for him.

It took every ounce of his strength not to come right there and now when your fingers started fumbling with his belt and the buttons of his jeans. The mere image of your face next to his dick was too much, especially when all he had done was imagine the feeling of your warm mouth around him all day.

When his fingers tangled in your hair, Charles thought you were worth all the trouble in the world. He let out a shaky breath, his entire body thrumming with anticipation. He was already so wounded up, so desperate for relief, that the slightest brush of your fingers against him sent a fresh wave of frustration coursing through him.

“Fais quelque chose, chérie…” His voice was rough, strained, filled with barely contained hunger. God, he wanted you so badly, so desperately he felt like he was dying.

You hummed in amusement, dragging your nails along his lower abdomen before finally tugging down his jeans and boxers in one slow, torturous motion. His dick sprang free, thick and heavy, the tip flushed and leaking from the relentless teasing you had subjected him to all day. The sight alone made your mouth water.

“Look at you,” you murmured, wrapping your fingers around him, relishing the way his breath hit the contact. “So worked up for me. Was the press conference hard for you, baby?”

Charles let out a low, almost pained groan. “I’m hating you so much now.”

Your laugh was pure mischief as you leaned forward, trailing your tongue along the underside of his length, slow and teasing, not giving him nearly enough. His hips jerked forward involuntarily, but you pulled back just in time, keeping control and making him curse under his breath.

He lets out another frustrated groan, his hand clenching around your hair. “Arrête tes conneries.”

But you only smiled up at him, your lips brushing over his sensitive tip. Your tongue drew imaginary circles around his tip, tasting and licking away him precum. You whispered, “Make me.”

That was all it took for Charles to snap.

His grip in your hair tightened, and with a deep, guttural moan, he guided you forward, urging you to fully take him into your mouth. The second your warm, wet heat enveloped him, his head slammed back against the wall with a curse.

“Merde… oh, putain, bébé…” His thighs trembled, and his fingers flexed against your scalp as he fought not to thrust too hard, too fast. He wanted to savor it, to punish you by making this last, but you were already setting a devastating pace, your tongue swirling, your lips tightening around him in a way that made him see stars.

Charles had always prided himself on his control. On the track, in his career, even in moments like this, he knew how to hold back, how to prolong the pleasure.

But you? You stripped him of that control effortlessly.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his accent thick, voice rasping as his hips started to move, matching the rhythm of your mouth. “You take me so well, chérie. So perfect…”

You moaned around him in response, and the vibrations sent a shudder through his entire body. His abs tensed, his grip turned bruising, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer, not when your hands kept massaging his balls like he loved it.

Your eyes were fixed on his, on his face twisted with pleasure and the pure sight was an aphrodisiac. You loved seeing him like this, you loved having control over him, you loved driving him so crazy that he didn’t even know how to act anymore.

He threw his head back, the column of his throat so sexy you wanted to lick every inch of it, his jaw defined and clenched, his chest rising and falling rapidly. God, he was breathtaking.

“Baby,” he warned, his breath ragged as he looked at you again. His free hand rested on your cheek, his thumb drawing imaginary circles on your skin, smearing the mascara running down your face even more, a gesture so sweet and in total contrast to the filthy things you were doing. “Yes, fuck, oh yes… Don’t stop. I’m going to come in your mouth and you’re going to swallow every single drop.”

But you had no intention of stopping. If anything, you doubled down, hollowing your cheeks, sucking harder, letting your fingers stroke what your mouth couldn’t take.

And that was it, he was completely done for.

A deep, wrecked groan tore from Charles’ throat as his entire body tensed, pleasure crashing over him like a tidal wave. He spilled into your mouth with a shuddering gasp, his muscles trembling as you took every last drop, not stopping until he was completely undone.

It took him a moment to catch his breath, his chest rising and falling as the aftershocks of his release still pulsed through him. Slowly, he looked down at you, and the sight nearly undid him all over again—your lips swollen, your eyes dark with satisfaction, your mascara smeared, your tongue darling out to collect the last traces of him.

Charles exhaled sharply, a breathless chuckle escaping him as he pulled you up to your feet. “You... Mon Dieu. You’re going to be the death of me.”

You grinned, draping your arms around his shoulders. “But you love it.”

His hands settled on your waist, tugging you flush against him, and despite the exhaustion still tingling in his limbs, he smirked.

“Oh, chérie, you have no idea how much,” he murmured, his voice low, filled with a promise before crashing his lips on yours. “And I’m going to love it so much more now that it’s your turn.”

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Reader x Charles leclerc where he’s gets a remote control vibrstor during his press conference and he’s trying not to to come or moan and he’s hiding it and when he’s done reader teases him and finally makes him cum really hard

Hi anon! Thank you so much for sending me this request, here it is. I hope you like it! Let me know what you think ❤️

[halsteadlover]

𝐀𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲

*Pics not time credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader.

• Requested by anon: Reader x Charles Leclerc where he’s gets a remote control vibrator during his press conference and he’s trying not to to come or moan and he’s hiding it and when he’s done reader teases him and finally makes him cum really hard.

• Warnings: smut, oral sex (m. receiving), explicit language, dirty talk, use of sex toy.

• Word count: 2K.

• A/N: PLEASE READ THIS ONLY IF YOU’RE 18+. I hope you like this one, please let me know what you think and comment, like and reblog ❤️ Thank you so much for your support xx

Charles knew from the moment he saw the mischievous smile plastered on your lips that something was wrong. He definitely didn’t believe that your sweet and innocent smile would lead to nothing but trouble.

At first, it had been the usual, your playful teasing while he got ready, brushing up against him, bending over while casually wearing very revealing shorts, whispering things you knew would drive him insane.

It didn’t take much to drive Charles crazy though, he had no self-control whatsoever when it came to you, even the mere flutter of your eyelashes was enough to have him at your mercy.

“What are you trying to do cherie?” He had murmured in your ear as he grabbed you from behind, wrapping his arms around your hips and pressing his body against yours.

You moaned as you felt his erection pressed against your ass and he hissed as you—not innocently at all—rubbed yourself against him.

“What’s the matter, baby, are you needy this morning? Is my princess horny?” He whispered, grinning against your skin as he began to kiss your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

“Mmmh yeah, I want you so much,” you replied, in that sultry voice that drove Charles crazy as he cupped his hands on your breast, making you sigh in pleasure. “But I wanted to give you something before you go.”

He was intrigued but reluctantly let you go. He watched you take a small black velvet box from the closet, and he didn’t miss the spark of mischief in your eyes.

“Wear these for me, baby.”

He knew it.

He should’ve known better. Should’ve known you were up to no good. But Charles Leclerc? He always loved a challenge, especially when it came from you, because he knew how it would end.

But now, sitting under the harsh fluorescent lights of the media room, he regretted indulging you, with every fiber of his being.

The vibrating boxers were a menace. An absolute menace.

He shifted in his seat, trying to keep his face neutral while the journalist droned on about tire degradation and race strategies. But he wasn’t listening to a single word, his attention was totally focused on that low, persistent buzz pressed right against his dick, just enough to make his skin prickle, his pulse race.

Charles cleared his throat away from the microphone, fingers twitching where they rested on the table. He threw a glance toward the back of the room and, of course, there you were. Leaning against the wall, looking like an evil but gorgeous goddess.

God, you were breathtaking, and Charles was so horny and frustrated he didn’t know if he wanted to fuck you first or punish you for the torture you were subjecting him to.

You weren’t even paying attention to the questions. No, your eyes were fixed on him, eating him completely. And when you lifted your phone—just slightly—his stomach twisted.

You wouldn’t.

The smirk on your lips said otherwise.

A sudden jolt of vibration surged through him, again, and Charles sucked in a sharp breath, barely disguising it as a cough.

Max, seated beside him, raised an eyebrow. “You good, mate?”

Charles forced a tight smile as he felt his face grew hotter. “Oui. Yes. Uhm… Just—eh, I’m fine.”

But he wasn’t fine.

Not when you kept pushing the intensity higher, till the point he was afraid of busting a nut there in front of the whole world.

His thighs tensed under the table, and he pressed his heels into the floor, desperate to keep himself composed. His mind spun, not with racing lines or lap times, but with thoughts of your hands, your mouth, and the wicked gleam in your eye when you knew you had him right where you wanted him.

And right now? You definitely had him.

Another wave of pleasure rolled through him, a teasing pulse that had him gripping the mic a little too tightly. The moderator called his name, and it took everything in him to process the question.

“Uh… yes. The car… feels good. A strong package this weekend.”

Of all the words he could’ve chosen.

He glanced at you and saw how you bit your lip to stifle a laugh, and his jaw clenched as he narrowed his eyes at you.

By the time the press conference ended—and it felt like an eternity—he was on his feet in seconds, slipping past the other drivers and heading straight to you, internally praying no one would notice the huge hard on in his pants.

The moment you were alone in the hotel room again, he backed you against the wall, his voice low and rough in your ear as his hands groped your ass. “You think you’re so funny, huh?”

You giggled softly, fingers grazing the waistband of his jeans as your nose brushed his, without kissing him. “Actually, yes. But don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it baby, I know you loved it.”

You weren’t wrong. As much as you drove him crazy, he craved every second of it. But in that precise moment he craved you, he wanted you, every inch of you.

“Turn it off.”

“Hmm.” Your nails traced his hipbone, featherlight and taunting, making his skin shiver. “Make me.”

Without another word, he grabbed your throat and slammed his lips on yours, in a deep and pornographic kiss, so messy and passionate it made you literally moan into his mouth. His other hand was in your hair, having you completely at his mercy as he took the soul out of your body.

You returned his voracity, his desire with equal passion, making him almost lose the ground under his feet. His patience, already hanging by a thread, snapped the moment your hands started to wander again, this time caressing his hard dick over his pants.

“On your knees, chérie,” he ordered, voice thick with frustration and desire. “You made this mess. You fix it.”

Your smile was nothing short of victorious as you sank down in front of him, your eyes always fixed on his.

He looked at you with such an adoring expression, almost like he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have such a beautiful creature on her knees for him.

It took every ounce of his strength not to come right there and now when your fingers started fumbling with his belt and the buttons of his jeans. The mere image of your face next to his dick was too much, especially when all he had done was imagine the feeling of your warm mouth around him all day.

When his fingers tangled in your hair, Charles thought you were worth all the trouble in the world. He let out a shaky breath, his entire body thrumming with anticipation. He was already so wounded up, so desperate for relief, that the slightest brush of your fingers against him sent a fresh wave of frustration coursing through him.

“Fais quelque chose, chérie…” His voice was rough, strained, filled with barely contained hunger. God, he wanted you so badly, so desperately he felt like he was dying.

You hummed in amusement, dragging your nails along his lower abdomen before finally tugging down his jeans and boxers in one slow, torturous motion. His dick sprang free, thick and heavy, the tip flushed and leaking from the relentless teasing you had subjected him to all day. The sight alone made your mouth water.

“Look at you,” you murmured, wrapping your fingers around him, relishing the way his breath hit the contact. “So worked up for me. Was the press conference hard for you, baby?”

Charles let out a low, almost pained groan. “I’m hating you so much now.”

Your laugh was pure mischief as you leaned forward, trailing your tongue along the underside of his length, slow and teasing, not giving him nearly enough. His hips jerked forward involuntarily, but you pulled back just in time, keeping control and making him curse under his breath.

He lets out another frustrated groan, his hand clenching around your hair. “Arrête tes conneries.”

But you only smiled up at him, your lips brushing over his sensitive tip. Your tongue drew imaginary circles around his tip, tasting and licking away him precum. You whispered, “Make me.”

That was all it took for Charles to snap.

His grip in your hair tightened, and with a deep, guttural moan, he guided you forward, urging you to fully take him into your mouth. The second your warm, wet heat enveloped him, his head slammed back against the wall with a curse.

“Merde… oh, putain, bébé…” His thighs trembled, and his fingers flexed against your scalp as he fought not to thrust too hard, too fast. He wanted to savor it, to punish you by making this last, but you were already setting a devastating pace, your tongue swirling, your lips tightening around him in a way that made him see stars.

Charles had always prided himself on his control. On the track, in his career, even in moments like this, he knew how to hold back, how to prolong the pleasure.

But you? You stripped him of that control effortlessly.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his accent thick, voice rasping as his hips started to move, matching the rhythm of your mouth. “You take me so well, chérie. So perfect…”

You moaned around him in response, and the vibrations sent a shudder through his entire body. His abs tensed, his grip turned bruising, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer, not when your hands kept massaging his balls like he loved it.

Your eyes were fixed on his, on his face twisted with pleasure and the pure sight was an aphrodisiac. You loved seeing him like this, you loved having control over him, you loved driving him so crazy that he didn’t even know how to act anymore.

He threw his head back, the column of his throat so sexy you wanted to lick every inch of it, his jaw defined and clenched, his chest rising and falling rapidly. God, he was breathtaking.

“Baby,” he warned, his breath ragged as he looked at you again. His free hand rested on your cheek, his thumb drawing imaginary circles on your skin, smearing the mascara running down your face even more, a gesture so sweet and in total contrast to the filthy things you were doing. “Yes, fuck, oh yes… Don’t stop. I’m going to come in your mouth and you’re going to swallow every single drop.”

But you had no intention of stopping. If anything, you doubled down, hollowing your cheeks, sucking harder, letting your fingers stroke what your mouth couldn’t take.

And that was it, he was completely done for.

A deep, wrecked groan tore from Charles’ throat as his entire body tensed, pleasure crashing over him like a tidal wave. He spilled into your mouth with a shuddering gasp, his muscles trembling as you took every last drop, not stopping until he was completely undone.

It took him a moment to catch his breath, his chest rising and falling as the aftershocks of his release still pulsed through him. Slowly, he looked down at you, and the sight nearly undid him all over again—your lips swollen, your eyes dark with satisfaction, your mascara smeared, your tongue darling out to collect the last traces of him.

Charles exhaled sharply, a breathless chuckle escaping him as he pulled you up to your feet. “You... Mon Dieu. You’re going to be the death of me.”

You grinned, draping your arms around his shoulders. “But you love it.”

His hands settled on your waist, tugging you flush against him, and despite the exhaustion still tingling in his limbs, he smirked.

“Oh, chérie, you have no idea how much,” he murmured, his voice low, filled with a promise before crashing his lips on yours. “And I’m going to love it so much more now that it’s your turn.”

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• Pairing: Professor!Reid x Fem!Student Reader.

• Requested by anon: Any chance you write Spencer bending you over to fuck you?? Love the way you write him btw 🙏

• Warnings: oral sex f. receiving, dirty talk, unprotected sex (DON’T BE LIKE THEM FELLAS), very much public sex, just straight porn with a tiny bit of plot lmao

• Word count: 2528.

• A/N: PLEASE READ THIS ONLY IF YOU’RE 18+. I hate how this turned out with every fiber of my being please don’t come at me😭

Falling for your professor was never part of the plan.

And starting an affair with him? Definitely not. But there you were, sitting in his lecture, pretending to take notes while your mind drifted back to the night before, when he fucked you stupid.

Spencer wasn’t oblivious. He noticed the way your gaze lingered on him, how you barely paid attention to his words, too busy fucking him with your eyes. It was almost impossible to ignore the heat radiating off you, the weight of your desire hanging in the air between you.

He tried to focus, tried to stick to the lecture, but his mind kept wandering. And you weren’t making it easy. Not when you sat there looking like that—chin resting on your hand, absentmindedly biting the end of your pencil, shifting in your seat just enough to betray your restlessness.

And he knew exactly why you couldn’t sit still.

His thoughts flickered back to last night, to the way you’d dropped to your knees for him, your lips wrapped around his dick, tears pricking your eyes as he fucked your mouth. The memory alone sent a sharp pulse of arousal through him, and judging by the way you pressed your thighs together, he wasn’t the only one struggling.

Still, his mouth kept moving, words spilling out automatically as he pushed through the lecture. But his focus was entirely on you. And it was your fault. Because you had wrecked him—mind and body—and now, not even a full classroom could pull him out of it.

“…And that’s it for today. Do you have any questions?” Spencer asked in conclusion, but mentally hoping no one would ask him anything. He internally sighed in relief when no one spoke. “Okay, you can go then, I’ll see you next week.”

He returned to the desk, slowly, very slowly, putting away his notes and files that he hadn’t actually used, occasionally looking at you with the corner of his eyes to see what you were doing and waving at the students who were starting to leave.

You, on the other hand, did the same, with almost unnerving slowness, putting your laptop back in its case as you waited for everyone to leave the classroom.

You approached Spencer, a small smile on your lips as you clutched your backpack to your shoulders.

“That was a great class, Professor Reid,” you began, swallowing the lump in your throat when Spencer went to close the classroom door and then leaned on the edge of the desk, his gaze fixed on you,hands in his pockets.

“Oh yeah?” He tilted his head slightly to the side, letting his eyes wander all over your body without any shame. “And tell me, what are your thoughts, Miss Y/Ln?”

Your cheeks warmed, but you refused to break eye contact. In fact, a surge of boldness stirred within you, especially when you caught the way he looked at you. Like a predator watching his prey, just waiting for the right moment to sink his teeth into you.

You took a step towards him, placing your backpack on his desk. You weren’t particularly close, but you were close enough you could smell his scent. “I was lying. I didn’t actually listen to it all to be honest, I was a little distracted.”

His lips curled into a smirk that made you almost faint. “So, would you like me to explain it to you again?”

You bit your lip and noticed how his gaze snapped to your mouth, how his pupils were dilated.

A small gasp left your mouth when his hands suddenly grabbed your hips and pulled you towards him. His arms wrapped around your waist and yours around his neck as your fingers began to play with his hair, just the way he liked it.

“I wouldn’t mind Professor,” you whispered, your nose brushing his as neither of you seemed to want to give in first despite the sexual tension being so high. “Of course, if it’s not a problem for you.”

He shook his head slightly, his hands gliding down your bare thighs, fingertips brushing over your skin until a trail of goosebumps followed his touch. The simplest caress had you squirming, aching for more, and soon his hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of you.

You let out a sigh as his hands lifted your skirt enough to expose your ass and he almost came in his pants when he realized you were not wearing underwear.

“What—Y/n are you trying to kill me?” He almost moaned, groping your ass and making you sigh as he pressed your body against his, rubbing his hard erection against you. In response your fingers spontaneously tightened around his hair, causing him to let out a little groan.

He pressed his lips to the crook of your neck, giving you no chance to respond as he began to lick and suck on your skin, on that exact spot he knew made you lose your mind.

“My pretty little slut, you came here with no panties hoping I would fuck you? If I had known I would’ve stopped class after five minutes,” he whispered nibbling on your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine.

One of his hands slid forward, cupping your pussy. His fingers began to touch you right where you needed them, spreading your wetness along your lips and clit. You moaned and he sucked your moans in as he pressed his mouth to yours. “As much as I love your moans you don’t want anyone to hear us, don’t you baby?”

“Spence… Please…” you begged him as his fingers continued to draw imaginary circles on your clit.

“Bend forward, hands on the desk and legs spread. I want to taste this pussy, it’s been too long.”

And by too long he meant last night.

You obeyed, without even having to be told twice. Your hands rested on the cold mahogany of his desk, the desk on which you had always imagined your professor fucking you since the first day of class. Spencer placed his palms on your naked ass, groping and touching it until he left you breathless and wanting more.

You didn’t know how he did it, but that man was able to unleash a feeling in you that you didn’t even know you had inside, a desire so deep and visceral you didn’t even recognize. He knew how to make you lose your mind, he knew how to make you squirm even with just a touch or a word and this scared you to death.

You tilted your head back over your shoulder—trying to catch a glimpse of him—seeing the way his eyes roamed your body, studying and devouring every inch of you. The intensity of his gaze alone nearly unraveled you. It felt like he was seeing you for the first time, even though this wasn’t the first time you’d found yourself in this position, completely at his mercy.

“I can see you dripping from here baby, is this all for me?”

“Yes, God, yes. I’ve been wet ever since you walked in the classroom,” you breathed out, not caring how desperate you sounded.

“What a sight you are Y/n,” his hands kept touching you, “I could sit here all day and just at look at you… You’re so perfect you could make me come in my pants just like this,” he murmured and your insides twitched in anticipation as you saw him lean behind you out of the corner of your eye.

A throaty moan escaped your mouth as his lips traced a long, slow line on your pussy and the groan he made against your folds was the sexiest and hottest sound you had ever heard in your life.

Spencer fucking Reid knew how to eat a pussy and fuck how grateful you were to be the woman who had the chance to experience it. He devoured you, his lips and tongue making you feel what the real pleasure was.

“Fuck Spence, fuck you’re so good,” you cursed breathlessly, clamming a hand over your mouth to stop the moans that were now completely out of control. His arms wrapped around your trembling thighs, holding you firmly on his face as his lips licked and sucked on your clit, sending you further into oblivion.

The orgasm hit you suddenly, so hard you thought you were actually blacking out for a moment.

Death by orgasm, that would’ve been a good headline.

You were so dazed you didn’t even realize Spencer had stood up until you felt his body pressed against your back. “If you think I’m done with you, you’re mistaken baby.”

“Do whatever you want with me.” And you meant every single word.

He chuckled and you heard him fumbling with his belt, your insides literally twisting in anticipation. With one slow thrust he penetrated you from behind and—not giving you time to getting used to him or even recover from your orgasm—started to fuck you like his life depended on it.

You tried to keep your moans under control, biting your lip, but it was so hard—especially when his dick hit and stretched out every inch of your pussy.

“You’re so tight you’re driving me crazy,” he hissed, trying to keep up with his gasps and sighs but the soft groans that escaped his lips came out on their own.

“Oh fuck—Spence…” you babbled, his hand squeezing your hips as he thrust in and out of you mercilessly. Your palms instead rested on the hard, cold wood of the desk, even though your skin was hot as lava.

“Shhh baby you don’t want them to hear us do you?” he suppressed another moan. “Can you be quiet for me, yeah?”

“I’m trying—fuck… You feel so good inside me Spence,” you sighed, your head spinning in pleasure. Spencer slid his hands down your back, under your shirt before leaning over you and cupping your breasts. He touched them, took your nipples between thumb and forefinger and pinched them, while his dick continued to slide in and out of your pussy with a brutal, unrestrained rhythm that almost made you faint. “Yes baby fuck my pussy like that oh my god…”

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath and he had to concentrate not to come right there and then.

You turned your head to the side and in that same instant he grabbed your face with one hand and kissed you, sliding his tongue into your mouth and sucking the life out of you. It was a voracious, passionate, messy kiss, only interrupted by your moans and sighs mixing together.

“I’ve been waiting for this since I saw you this morning,” you sighed in between the moan, your lips brushing his, “you have no idea—holy shit… yeah just like that oh my god…” you trailed off when Spencer gave a particularly deep thrust that almost knocked the wind out of you.

“Look at you, my pretty little slut,” he moaned in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “I can’t get enough of you.. So perfect you make me lose my mind.”

He kissed you again—or at least he tried to given your constant moans. He slid the hand that was on your face into your hair, twisting it into a fist and pulling until your head fell back. That alone made your walls clench around him until he let out a peculiarly loud moan.

“Shit— baby, if you do that again I’m going to come right now,” he sighed as his other hand ended up around your throat, squeezing not enough to knock out your air but enough to make your head spin.

It was too much, too intense. The pleasure was so overwhelming, you genuinely thought you might pass out. The way he fucked you, God, how could someone who seemed so gentle have this much control over your body? How did he know you so intimately—every sensitive inch, every spot to touch, every filthy word to whisper—he could push you to the edge and pull you under, making you come until you were trembling and spent?

You felt another orgasm building inside you and at this point you were a complete mess, moaning so much Spencer had to cover yogurt mouth with the hand that was previously your throat. “You know I’m jealous right? You know how crazy I get just at the thought of someone hearing what only I can do to you? So shut up.”

These words were your downfall and you exploded in an orgasm that blinded you for a few moments, so overwhelming you lost your strength and almost fell on the desk if it hadn’t been for Spencer who was holding you up.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cursed and those words were so strange coming from his mouth but yet so fucking sexy. “I’m coming, ah—I’m coming yes…”

He pulled out and let his come mark your ass and a little bit your back too, before he took a moment to pull himself back together.

His eyes focused on that vision for a few seconds—his chest rising and falling as quickly as if he’d run a marathon—his mind snapping millions of pictures of your ass covered in his cum and thanking his eidetic memory.

He leaned over you again and left soft kisses on your shoulder before whispering in your ear, “Are you alive?”

You hummed a nonsensical sound in response to which he chuckled. “Come on princess, we need to get out of here before someone sees us.”

“I don’t think I can feel my legs anymore.”

Spencer helped you up and cleaned you off with some tissues. Your face was still flushed, your skin visibly hot, your hair ruffled despite your attempts to run your fingers through it to style it, but you were still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

“Are you listening to me?” You asked with mirth, noticing he wasn’t listening to any of your words. His arms were wrapped around your hips while your hands rested on his chest, before running them through his equally messy hair.

“What?” He muttered, seeming to finally come back to earth, “sorry I was distracted.”

“What were you thinking?”

“You. You’re breathtaking.”

You blushed and smiled, not used to compliments. “For a super genius you get so easily distracted Professor.”

“Oh absolutely,” he didn’t even try to deny, his hands caressing your back. “When it comes to you there isn’t a single brain cell working.”

“Maybe I should go then so I don’t distract you from your academic responsibilities anymore,” you murmured as you continued to stroke his hair, his eyes half closed for a moment, enjoying your touch.

“Mmh,” he hummed in agreement but showed no signs of letting you go. “Yes, you are so distracting.”

“You’re not even listening to me, maybe it’s best if we stop seeing each other.”

In response he slapped your ass, making you gasp in surprise. “We both know this will never happen so don’t ever say it again.”

You giggled, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. “Then we’ll see each other around, Professor.”

He kissed you again, this time with more depth and passion. “You can count on it Miss.”

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• Pairing: Professor!Reid x Fem!Student Reader.

• Requested by anon: Any chance you write Spencer bending you over to fuck you?? Love the way you write him btw 🙏

• Warnings: oral sex f. receiving, dirty talk, unprotected sex (DON’T BE LIKE THEM FELLAS), very much public sex, just straight porn with a tiny bit of plot lmao

• Word count: 2528.

• A/N: PLEASE READ THIS ONLY IF YOU’RE 18+. I hate how this turned out with every fiber of my being please don’t come at me😭

Falling for your professor was never part of the plan.

And starting an affair with him? Definitely not. But there you were, sitting in his lecture, pretending to take notes while your mind drifted back to the night before, when he fucked you stupid.

Spencer wasn’t oblivious. He noticed the way your gaze lingered on him, how you barely paid attention to his words, too busy fucking him with your eyes. It was almost impossible to ignore the heat radiating off you, the weight of your desire hanging in the air between you.

He tried to focus, tried to stick to the lecture, but his mind kept wandering. And you weren’t making it easy. Not when you sat there looking like that—chin resting on your hand, absentmindedly biting the end of your pencil, shifting in your seat just enough to betray your restlessness.

And he knew exactly why you couldn’t sit still.

His thoughts flickered back to last night, to the way you’d dropped to your knees for him, your lips wrapped around his dick, tears pricking your eyes as he fucked your mouth. The memory alone sent a sharp pulse of arousal through him, and judging by the way you pressed your thighs together, he wasn’t the only one struggling.

Still, his mouth kept moving, words spilling out automatically as he pushed through the lecture. But his focus was entirely on you. And it was your fault. Because you had wrecked him—mind and body—and now, not even a full classroom could pull him out of it.

“…And that’s it for today. Do you have any questions?” Spencer asked in conclusion, but mentally hoping no one would ask him anything. He internally sighed in relief when no one spoke. “Okay, you can go then, I’ll see you next week.”

He returned to the desk, slowly, very slowly, putting away his notes and files that he hadn’t actually used, occasionally looking at you with the corner of his eyes to see what you were doing and waving at the students who were starting to leave.

You, on the other hand, did the same, with almost unnerving slowness, putting your laptop back in its case as you waited for everyone to leave the classroom.

You approached Spencer, a small smile on your lips as you clutched your backpack to your shoulders.

“That was a great class, Professor Reid,” you began, swallowing the lump in your throat when Spencer went to close the classroom door and then leaned on the edge of the desk, his gaze fixed on you,hands in his pockets.

“Oh yeah?” He tilted his head slightly to the side, letting his eyes wander all over your body without any shame. “And tell me, what are your thoughts, Miss Y/Ln?”

Your cheeks warmed, but you refused to break eye contact. In fact, a surge of boldness stirred within you, especially when you caught the way he looked at you. Like a predator watching his prey, just waiting for the right moment to sink his teeth into you.

You took a step towards him, placing your backpack on his desk. You weren’t particularly close, but you were close enough you could smell his scent. “I was lying. I didn’t actually listen to it all to be honest, I was a little distracted.”

His lips curled into a smirk that made you almost faint. “So, would you like me to explain it to you again?”

You bit your lip and noticed how his gaze snapped to your mouth, how his pupils were dilated.

A small gasp left your mouth when his hands suddenly grabbed your hips and pulled you towards him. His arms wrapped around your waist and yours around his neck as your fingers began to play with his hair, just the way he liked it.

“I wouldn’t mind Professor,” you whispered, your nose brushing his as neither of you seemed to want to give in first despite the sexual tension being so high. “Of course, if it’s not a problem for you.”

He shook his head slightly, his hands gliding down your bare thighs, fingertips brushing over your skin until a trail of goosebumps followed his touch. The simplest caress had you squirming, aching for more, and soon his hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of you.

You let out a sigh as his hands lifted your skirt enough to expose your ass and he almost came in his pants when he realized you were not wearing underwear.

“What—Y/n are you trying to kill me?” He almost moaned, groping your ass and making you sigh as he pressed your body against his, rubbing his hard erection against you. In response your fingers spontaneously tightened around his hair, causing him to let out a little groan.

He pressed his lips to the crook of your neck, giving you no chance to respond as he began to lick and suck on your skin, on that exact spot he knew made you lose your mind.

“My pretty little slut, you came here with no panties hoping I would fuck you? If I had known I would’ve stopped class after five minutes,” he whispered nibbling on your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine.

One of his hands slid forward, cupping your pussy. His fingers began to touch you right where you needed them, spreading your wetness along your lips and clit. You moaned and he sucked your moans in as he pressed his mouth to yours. “As much as I love your moans you don’t want anyone to hear us, don’t you baby?”

“Spence… Please…” you begged him as his fingers continued to draw imaginary circles on your clit.

“Bend forward, hands on the desk and legs spread. I want to taste this pussy, it’s been too long.”

And by too long he meant last night.

You obeyed, without even having to be told twice. Your hands rested on the cold mahogany of his desk, the desk on which you had always imagined your professor fucking you since the first day of class. Spencer placed his palms on your naked ass, groping and touching it until he left you breathless and wanting more.

You didn’t know how he did it, but that man was able to unleash a feeling in you that you didn’t even know you had inside, a desire so deep and visceral you didn’t even recognize. He knew how to make you lose your mind, he knew how to make you squirm even with just a touch or a word and this scared you to death.

You tilted your head back over your shoulder—trying to catch a glimpse of him—seeing the way his eyes roamed your body, studying and devouring every inch of you. The intensity of his gaze alone nearly unraveled you. It felt like he was seeing you for the first time, even though this wasn’t the first time you’d found yourself in this position, completely at his mercy.

“I can see you dripping from here baby, is this all for me?”

“Yes, God, yes. I’ve been wet ever since you walked in the classroom,” you breathed out, not caring how desperate you sounded.

“What a sight you are Y/n,” his hands kept touching you, “I could sit here all day and just at look at you… You’re so perfect you could make me come in my pants just like this,” he murmured and your insides twitched in anticipation as you saw him lean behind you out of the corner of your eye.

A throaty moan escaped your mouth as his lips traced a long, slow line on your pussy and the groan he made against your folds was the sexiest and hottest sound you had ever heard in your life.

Spencer fucking Reid knew how to eat a pussy and fuck how grateful you were to be the woman who had the chance to experience it. He devoured you, his lips and tongue making you feel what the real pleasure was.

“Fuck Spence, fuck you’re so good,” you cursed breathlessly, clamming a hand over your mouth to stop the moans that were now completely out of control. His arms wrapped around your trembling thighs, holding you firmly on his face as his lips licked and sucked on your clit, sending you further into oblivion.

The orgasm hit you suddenly, so hard you thought you were actually blacking out for a moment.

Death by orgasm, that would’ve been a good headline.

You were so dazed you didn’t even realize Spencer had stood up until you felt his body pressed against your back. “If you think I’m done with you, you’re mistaken baby.”

“Do whatever you want with me.” And you meant every single word.

He chuckled and you heard him fumbling with his belt, your insides literally twisting in anticipation. With one slow thrust he penetrated you from behind and—not giving you time to getting used to him or even recover from your orgasm—started to fuck you like his life depended on it.

You tried to keep your moans under control, biting your lip, but it was so hard—especially when his dick hit and stretched out every inch of your pussy.

“You’re so tight you’re driving me crazy,” he hissed, trying to keep up with his gasps and sighs but the soft groans that escaped his lips came out on their own.

“Oh fuck—Spence…” you babbled, his hand squeezing your hips as he thrust in and out of you mercilessly. Your palms instead rested on the hard, cold wood of the desk, even though your skin was hot as lava.

“Shhh baby you don’t want them to hear us do you?” he suppressed another moan. “Can you be quiet for me, yeah?”

“I’m trying—fuck… You feel so good inside me Spence,” you sighed, your head spinning in pleasure. Spencer slid his hands down your back, under your shirt before leaning over you and cupping your breasts. He touched them, took your nipples between thumb and forefinger and pinched them, while his dick continued to slide in and out of your pussy with a brutal, unrestrained rhythm that almost made you faint. “Yes baby fuck my pussy like that oh my god…”

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath and he had to concentrate not to come right there and then.

You turned your head to the side and in that same instant he grabbed your face with one hand and kissed you, sliding his tongue into your mouth and sucking the life out of you. It was a voracious, passionate, messy kiss, only interrupted by your moans and sighs mixing together.

“I’ve been waiting for this since I saw you this morning,” you sighed in between the moan, your lips brushing his, “you have no idea—holy shit… yeah just like that oh my god…” you trailed off when Spencer gave a particularly deep thrust that almost knocked the wind out of you.

“Look at you, my pretty little slut,” he moaned in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “I can’t get enough of you.. So perfect you make me lose my mind.”

He kissed you again—or at least he tried to given your constant moans. He slid the hand that was on your face into your hair, twisting it into a fist and pulling until your head fell back. That alone made your walls clench around him until he let out a peculiarly loud moan.

“Shit— baby, if you do that again I’m going to come right now,” he sighed as his other hand ended up around your throat, squeezing not enough to knock out your air but enough to make your head spin.

It was too much, too intense. The pleasure was so overwhelming, you genuinely thought you might pass out. The way he fucked you, God, how could someone who seemed so gentle have this much control over your body? How did he know you so intimately—every sensitive inch, every spot to touch, every filthy word to whisper—he could push you to the edge and pull you under, making you come until you were trembling and spent?

You felt another orgasm building inside you and at this point you were a complete mess, moaning so much Spencer had to cover yogurt mouth with the hand that was previously your throat. “You know I’m jealous right? You know how crazy I get just at the thought of someone hearing what only I can do to you? So shut up.”

These words were your downfall and you exploded in an orgasm that blinded you for a few moments, so overwhelming you lost your strength and almost fell on the desk if it hadn’t been for Spencer who was holding you up.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cursed and those words were so strange coming from his mouth but yet so fucking sexy. “I’m coming, ah—I’m coming yes…”

He pulled out and let his come mark your ass and a little bit your back too, before he took a moment to pull himself back together.

His eyes focused on that vision for a few seconds—his chest rising and falling as quickly as if he’d run a marathon—his mind snapping millions of pictures of your ass covered in his cum and thanking his eidetic memory.

He leaned over you again and left soft kisses on your shoulder before whispering in your ear, “Are you alive?”

You hummed a nonsensical sound in response to which he chuckled. “Come on princess, we need to get out of here before someone sees us.”

“I don’t think I can feel my legs anymore.”

Spencer helped you up and cleaned you off with some tissues. Your face was still flushed, your skin visibly hot, your hair ruffled despite your attempts to run your fingers through it to style it, but you were still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

“Are you listening to me?” You asked with mirth, noticing he wasn’t listening to any of your words. His arms were wrapped around your hips while your hands rested on his chest, before running them through his equally messy hair.

“What?” He muttered, seeming to finally come back to earth, “sorry I was distracted.”

“What were you thinking?”

“You. You’re breathtaking.”

You blushed and smiled, not used to compliments. “For a super genius you get so easily distracted Professor.”

“Oh absolutely,” he didn’t even try to deny, his hands caressing your back. “When it comes to you there isn’t a single brain cell working.”

“Maybe I should go then so I don’t distract you from your academic responsibilities anymore,” you murmured as you continued to stroke his hair, his eyes half closed for a moment, enjoying your touch.

“Mmh,” he hummed in agreement but showed no signs of letting you go. “Yes, you are so distracting.”

“You’re not even listening to me, maybe it’s best if we stop seeing each other.”

In response he slapped your ass, making you gasp in surprise. “We both know this will never happen so don’t ever say it again.”

You giggled, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. “Then we’ll see each other around, Professor.”

He kissed you again, this time with more depth and passion. “You can count on it Miss.”

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Any chance you write Spencer bending you over to fuck you?? Love the way you write him btw 🙏

Hi anon! ❤️ First of all I apologize for taking so long to post this but here it is, I don’t know what to think about it tbh and I hope you’ll like it anyway 😭 Thank you so so much for your request and your kind words I really appreciate them ❤️

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𝐀+ 𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

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• Pairing: Professor!Reid x Fem!Student Reader.

• Requested by anon: Any chance you write Spencer bending you over to fuck you?? Love the way you write him btw 🙏

• Warnings: oral sex f. receiving, dirty talk, unprotected sex (DON’T BE LIKE THEM FELLAS), very much public sex, just straight porn with a tiny bit of plot lmao

• Word count: 2528.

• A/N: PLEASE READ THIS ONLY IF YOU’RE 18+. I hate how this turned out with every fiber of my being please don’t come at me😭

Falling for your professor was never part of the plan.

And starting an affair with him? Definitely not. But there you were, sitting in his lecture, pretending to take notes while your mind drifted back to the night before, when he fucked you stupid.

Spencer wasn’t oblivious. He noticed the way your gaze lingered on him, how you barely paid attention to his words, too busy fucking him with your eyes. It was almost impossible to ignore the heat radiating off you, the weight of your desire hanging in the air between you.

He tried to focus, tried to stick to the lecture, but his mind kept wandering. And you weren’t making it easy. Not when you sat there looking like that—chin resting on your hand, absentmindedly biting the end of your pencil, shifting in your seat just enough to betray your restlessness.

And he knew exactly why you couldn’t sit still.

His thoughts flickered back to last night, to the way you’d dropped to your knees for him, your lips wrapped around his dick, tears pricking your eyes as he fucked your mouth. The memory alone sent a sharp pulse of arousal through him, and judging by the way you pressed your thighs together, he wasn’t the only one struggling.

Still, his mouth kept moving, words spilling out automatically as he pushed through the lecture. But his focus was entirely on you. And it was your fault. Because you had wrecked him—mind and body—and now, not even a full classroom could pull him out of it.

“…And that’s it for today. Do you have any questions?” Spencer asked in conclusion, but mentally hoping no one would ask him anything. He internally sighed in relief when no one spoke. “Okay, you can go then, I’ll see you next week.”

He returned to the desk, slowly, very slowly, putting away his notes and files that he hadn’t actually used, occasionally looking at you with the corner of his eyes to see what you were doing and waving at the students who were starting to leave.

You, on the other hand, did the same, with almost unnerving slowness, putting your laptop back in its case as you waited for everyone to leave the classroom.

You approached Spencer, a small smile on your lips as you clutched your backpack to your shoulders.

“That was a great class, Professor Reid,” you began, swallowing the lump in your throat when Spencer went to close the classroom door and then leaned on the edge of the desk, his gaze fixed on you,hands in his pockets.

“Oh yeah?” He tilted his head slightly to the side, letting his eyes wander all over your body without any shame. “And tell me, what are your thoughts, Miss Y/Ln?”

Your cheeks warmed, but you refused to break eye contact. In fact, a surge of boldness stirred within you, especially when you caught the way he looked at you. Like a predator watching his prey, just waiting for the right moment to sink his teeth into you.

You took a step towards him, placing your backpack on his desk. You weren’t particularly close, but you were close enough you could smell his scent. “I was lying. I didn’t actually listen to it all to be honest, I was a little distracted.”

His lips curled into a smirk that made you almost faint. “So, would you like me to explain it to you again?”

You bit your lip and noticed how his gaze snapped to your mouth, how his pupils were dilated.

A small gasp left your mouth when his hands suddenly grabbed your hips and pulled you towards him. His arms wrapped around your waist and yours around his neck as your fingers began to play with his hair, just the way he liked it.

“I wouldn’t mind Professor,” you whispered, your nose brushing his as neither of you seemed to want to give in first despite the sexual tension being so high. “Of course, if it’s not a problem for you.”

He shook his head slightly, his hands gliding down your bare thighs, fingertips brushing over your skin until a trail of goosebumps followed his touch. The simplest caress had you squirming, aching for more, and soon his hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of you.

You let out a sigh as his hands lifted your skirt enough to expose your ass and he almost came in his pants when he realized you were not wearing underwear.

“What—Y/n are you trying to kill me?” He almost moaned, groping your ass and making you sigh as he pressed your body against his, rubbing his hard erection against you. In response your fingers spontaneously tightened around his hair, causing him to let out a little groan.

He pressed his lips to the crook of your neck, giving you no chance to respond as he began to lick and suck on your skin, on that exact spot he knew made you lose your mind.

“My pretty little slut, you came here with no panties hoping I would fuck you? If I had known I would’ve stopped class after five minutes,” he whispered nibbling on your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine.

One of his hands slid forward, cupping your pussy. His fingers began to touch you right where you needed them, spreading your wetness along your lips and clit. You moaned and he sucked your moans in as he pressed his mouth to yours. “As much as I love your moans you don’t want anyone to hear us, don’t you baby?”

“Spence… Please…” you begged him as his fingers continued to draw imaginary circles on your clit.

“Bend forward, hands on the desk and legs spread. I want to taste this pussy, it’s been too long.”

And by too long he meant last night.

You obeyed, without even having to be told twice. Your hands rested on the cold mahogany of his desk, the desk on which you had always imagined your professor fucking you since the first day of class. Spencer placed his palms on your naked ass, groping and touching it until he left you breathless and wanting more.

You didn’t know how he did it, but that man was able to unleash a feeling in you that you didn’t even know you had inside, a desire so deep and visceral you didn’t even recognize. He knew how to make you lose your mind, he knew how to make you squirm even with just a touch or a word and this scared you to death.

You tilted your head back over your shoulder—trying to catch a glimpse of him—seeing the way his eyes roamed your body, studying and devouring every inch of you. The intensity of his gaze alone nearly unraveled you. It felt like he was seeing you for the first time, even though this wasn’t the first time you’d found yourself in this position, completely at his mercy.

“I can see you dripping from here baby, is this all for me?”

“Yes, God, yes. I’ve been wet ever since you walked in the classroom,” you breathed out, not caring how desperate you sounded.

“What a sight you are Y/n,” his hands kept touching you, “I could sit here all day and just at look at you… You’re so perfect you could make me come in my pants just like this,” he murmured and your insides twitched in anticipation as you saw him lean behind you out of the corner of your eye.

A throaty moan escaped your mouth as his lips traced a long, slow line on your pussy and the groan he made against your folds was the sexiest and hottest sound you had ever heard in your life.

Spencer fucking Reid knew how to eat a pussy and fuck how grateful you were to be the woman who had the chance to experience it. He devoured you, his lips and tongue making you feel what the real pleasure was.

“Fuck Spence, fuck you’re so good,” you cursed breathlessly, clamming a hand over your mouth to stop the moans that were now completely out of control. His arms wrapped around your trembling thighs, holding you firmly on his face as his lips licked and sucked on your clit, sending you further into oblivion.

The orgasm hit you suddenly, so hard you thought you were actually blacking out for a moment.

Death by orgasm, that would’ve been a good headline.

You were so dazed you didn’t even realize Spencer had stood up until you felt his body pressed against your back. “If you think I’m done with you, you’re mistaken baby.”

“Do whatever you want with me.” And you meant every single word.

He chuckled and you heard him fumbling with his belt, your insides literally twisting in anticipation. With one slow thrust he penetrated you from behind and—not giving you time to getting used to him or even recover from your orgasm—started to fuck you like his life depended on it.

You tried to keep your moans under control, biting your lip, but it was so hard—especially when his dick hit and stretched out every inch of your pussy.

“You’re so tight you’re driving me crazy,” he hissed, trying to keep up with his gasps and sighs but the soft groans that escaped his lips came out on their own.

“Oh fuck—Spence…” you babbled, his hand squeezing your hips as he thrust in and out of you mercilessly. Your palms instead rested on the hard, cold wood of the desk, even though your skin was hot as lava.

“Shhh baby you don’t want them to hear us do you?” he suppressed another moan. “Can you be quiet for me, yeah?”

“I’m trying—fuck… You feel so good inside me Spence,” you sighed, your head spinning in pleasure. Spencer slid his hands down your back, under your shirt before leaning over you and cupping your breasts. He touched them, took your nipples between thumb and forefinger and pinched them, while his dick continued to slide in and out of your pussy with a brutal, unrestrained rhythm that almost made you faint. “Yes baby fuck my pussy like that oh my god…”

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath and he had to concentrate not to come right there and then.

You turned your head to the side and in that same instant he grabbed your face with one hand and kissed you, sliding his tongue into your mouth and sucking the life out of you. It was a voracious, passionate, messy kiss, only interrupted by your moans and sighs mixing together.

“I’ve been waiting for this since I saw you this morning,” you sighed in between the moan, your lips brushing his, “you have no idea—holy shit… yeah just like that oh my god…” you trailed off when Spencer gave a particularly deep thrust that almost knocked the wind out of you.

“Look at you, my pretty little slut,” he moaned in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “I can’t get enough of you.. So perfect you make me lose my mind.”

He kissed you again—or at least he tried to given your constant moans. He slid the hand that was on your face into your hair, twisting it into a fist and pulling until your head fell back. That alone made your walls clench around him until he let out a peculiarly loud moan.

“Shit— baby, if you do that again I’m going to come right now,” he sighed as his other hand ended up around your throat, squeezing not enough to knock out your air but enough to make your head spin.

It was too much, too intense. The pleasure was so overwhelming, you genuinely thought you might pass out. The way he fucked you, God, how could someone who seemed so gentle have this much control over your body? How did he know you so intimately—every sensitive inch, every spot to touch, every filthy word to whisper—he could push you to the edge and pull you under, making you come until you were trembling and spent?

You felt another orgasm building inside you and at this point you were a complete mess, moaning so much Spencer had to cover yogurt mouth with the hand that was previously your throat. “You know I’m jealous right? You know how crazy I get just at the thought of someone hearing what only I can do to you? So shut up.”

These words were your downfall and you exploded in an orgasm that blinded you for a few moments, so overwhelming you lost your strength and almost fell on the desk if it hadn’t been for Spencer who was holding you up.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cursed and those words were so strange coming from his mouth but yet so fucking sexy. “I’m coming, ah—I’m coming yes…”

He pulled out and let his come mark your ass and a little bit your back too, before he took a moment to pull himself back together.

His eyes focused on that vision for a few seconds—his chest rising and falling as quickly as if he’d run a marathon—his mind snapping millions of pictures of your ass covered in his cum and thanking his eidetic memory.

He leaned over you again and left soft kisses on your shoulder before whispering in your ear, “Are you alive?”

You hummed a nonsensical sound in response to which he chuckled. “Come on princess, we need to get out of here before someone sees us.”

“I don’t think I can feel my legs anymore.”

Spencer helped you up and cleaned you off with some tissues. Your face was still flushed, your skin visibly hot, your hair ruffled despite your attempts to run your fingers through it to style it, but you were still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

“Are you listening to me?” You asked with mirth, noticing he wasn’t listening to any of your words. His arms were wrapped around your hips while your hands rested on his chest, before running them through his equally messy hair.

“What?” He muttered, seeming to finally come back to earth, “sorry I was distracted.”

“What were you thinking?”

“You. You’re breathtaking.”

You blushed and smiled, not used to compliments. “For a super genius you get so easily distracted Professor.”

“Oh absolutely,” he didn’t even try to deny, his hands caressing your back. “When it comes to you there isn’t a single brain cell working.”

“Maybe I should go then so I don’t distract you from your academic responsibilities anymore,” you murmured as you continued to stroke his hair, his eyes half closed for a moment, enjoying your touch.

“Mmh,” he hummed in agreement but showed no signs of letting you go. “Yes, you are so distracting.”

“You’re not even listening to me, maybe it’s best if we stop seeing each other.”

In response he slapped your ass, making you gasp in surprise. “We both know this will never happen so don’t ever say it again.”

You giggled, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. “Then we’ll see each other around, Professor.”

He kissed you again, this time with more depth and passion. “You can count on it Miss.”

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Yes omg 😩😩

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Hihi do you have the pic of Nick from Torrey’s wedding? He has his lopsided grin

I wish I had it if you find let me know please 😭😭

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Yeah no words 😩

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𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 & 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥

*Pics not mine credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Female!Reader.

• Requested by anon: can you please write charles x reader she give him a blowjobs while he drives 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

• Warnings: oral sex m. receiving, dirty talk, swearing, semi public sex, unprotected sex (y’all already know what to do), this is just smut and pretty much zero plot lol

• Word count: 3.2K

• A/N: PLEASE READ THIS ONLY IF YOU’RE 18+. This is straight up ass but here we go anyways lmao

You were always meant to be a passenger princess not because you were lazy or you didn’t want to drive, but because you could sit there for hours and admire your husband for as long as you wanted.

Seriously, he had no business looking so good while driving and no matter how many car rides you took together, you’d never get used to that sight. You couldn’t even understand how lucky you were to have that man and being able to say he was your man.

You couldn’t take your eyes off him, not even if you wanted to.

One hand on the wheel, veins prominent under his golden skin, the other resting on your thigh, casual, effortless. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing the sharp lines of his forearms, and there was a crease between his brows as he bit his bottom lip in concentration. It was the kind of look that made it hard to think straight, let alone behave.

His fingers drew imaginary circles on your inner thigh, absentmindedly, unaware of the effect he was actually having on you. You were going crazy. You wanted him so much you couldn’t even think straight anymore.

“You’re awfully silent chérie, what are you thinking about?” he asked, waking you up from your daydream. Even his voice was so sexy, with that accent that could send you into a total turmoil.

He looked at you for a moment before returning his gaze to the road. You didn’t answer right away, you continued to let your gaze travel along his face, the profile of his nose, the outline of his lips, his jaw, the column of his throat, his Adam’s apple, down his chest and his arms. And fuck, his arms.

“Nothing,” you finally answered, never taking your eyes off him as you hand rested on his—the one on your thigh—caressing his skin with your nails.

“Liar. You’re staring,” he shot you another look, a half-smirk plastered across his lips. He knew you by now, after years together he had learned to know every expression, every nuance, it was almost as if he could read your mind.

You dragged your fingers up and down his bicep, caressing it, feeling it, squeezing it.

“You just look so good baby, so damn hot.”

You watched as he inhaled deeply as his finger flexed almost imperceptibly on your thighs. You leaned down to leave a kiss on his arm, then more up his bicep, his shoulders and then—as you moved closer to him—his jaw, his cheek and then the corner of his mouth.

He exhaled deeply and his fingers tightened around your thigh. “What are you doing?” He whispered, turning his head and stealing a kiss on your lips before returning his eyes to the road.

“Didn’t you sway you wanted to know what I was thinking?” You whispered back, continuing to pepper his face with kisses. They seemed innocent but—combined with your voice so sexy and seductive—it was enough to make him harden and you noticed, to your delight.

“No… Yes… Fuck baby I’m driving,” he begged and you giggled. You took off your seatbelt to make yourself more comfortable and rested one hand on his chest while you stroked his hair with the other.

“I was just thinking about how much I want you,” you nibbled his earlobe, making him sigh heavily as your hand moved down his chest, slow and sensual, “how wet I’m right now just thinking about sucking your dick, how much I want you to fuck me in this car right now…”

“Putain,” he cursed under his breath, both hands now on the wheel, knuckles clenched so hard they turned white, “you—” he cut himself off, shaking his head like he couldn’t quite believe what you just said that. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and he quickly glanced at you, his eyes now darker, hungrier. “You can’t say things like that while I’m driving baby.”

“Why not?” you challenged, fingers grazing dangerously close to his crotch. “Can’t handle it love?”

You took your time, letting your fingers grace over the bulge straining against his jeans, light enough to make him twitch under your touch but nowhere near enough to give him what he wanted.

What he needed.

“Please don’t do this to me…”

“Already so hard for me mon amour?” You whispered, your lips brushing against his ear. “Is this all for me?”

His breath stuttered, and for a second, he said nothing, just gripped the steering wheel tightener, knuckles pale against the leather.

But you weren’t letting him get away that easily.

Your fingers fiddled with his belt, slow and unhurried as you popped the button and eased the zipper down. He made a sound deep in his throat, half curse, half plea, and you felt his hips shift, like he was trying to give you more room to touch him.

You slipped you hand inside his pants and rubbed the palm of your hand on his hard dick, making him moan and curse again. “Merde bébé…” he groaned, a low, desperate sound that made your pussy clench.

“Answer me,” you urged, slowing your movements. “Is this for me baby?”

His head fell back against the seat for a split second, jaw clenched so tightly you thought he might break it. “Oui…” he finally breathed out, voice rough and wrecked. “Yes, fuck—all for you, baby. Always…”

You slid your hand beneath the fabric of his boxers and wrapped your fingers around his dick and let out a moan so hot and sexy. “Please—oh my God… You’re going to make me crush.”

Your touch was soft at first, just enough to make him tremble beneath your hand. You stroked him lazily, dragging your thumb over his sensitive and wet tip, feeling his dick pulse in your palm.

“No, I’m not. You’re going to keep us safe won’t you baby?”

His thighs tensed beneath your fingers, and when you squeezed him just a little tighter, he let out another moan.

“You’re not being fair,” he muttered, but his voice broke on the last word when you gave him another slow, deliberate stroke.

“Who said I play fair?” you teased, leaning in to press a kiss against his jaw. “I just want to make you feel good, don’t you want that?”

“Fuck yes,” he answered so fast it made you chuckle. You lowered his pants and underwear further, until his hard dick finally sprung free. “You’re—fuck—you’re going to ruin me.”

You didn’t answer to that, but leaned down and darted your tongue out before giving a slow and deliberate lick along the shaft of his dick, making him hiss. You slowly drew imaginary circles on his tip, tasting his salty precum.

“Holy— Ah yeah chérie just like that.” His hand left the wheel for a second just so he could tangle his fingers in your hair, tugging at it like he knew you liked. You took him all in your mouth and Charles swerved the car slightly before quickly regaining control, letting out a curse that was somewhere between a moan and fear.

“Mon Diey you’re going to get us killed,” he groaned and the words only seemed to fuel you up even more. Your lips circled his dick as your tongue traced circles around his soft silky skin, leaving streaks of saliva with every movement.

The car was filled only with the sounds of Charles’ uncontrolled moans and gasps and the noises you made as you gagged on his dick while he kept pushing your head down, fucking your mouth. “Yeah baby just like that… My beautiful wife takes me so fucking well…”

Your pace grew bolder now, each lick firmer, more purposeful, and the tension in his body was undeniable, the way his breath came faster, the way his thighs trembled beneath your touch. He was close. You could feel it.

His grip in your hair tightened, and when you hollowed your cheeks, taking him so deep into your throat as your hand wrapped around the base of his dick, he let out a guttural moan that was pure sin. “Putain—” The French slipped from his lips once again like a prayer, raw and desperate. “I need to touch you, I want you so fucking bad—I can’t…”

But he couldn’t, he had to concentrate with every fiber of his being on driving, keeping his eyes on the road and focusing to not crash his car into someone. He couldn’t concentrate on the beautiful woman who had her head between his legs and was sucking his dick so voraciously as if she physically needed it to live.

He thanked the Lord in that moment for having tinted windows or it would’ve been hard to explain to his bosses why images of him receiving a blowjob from his wife while driving were printed on all the newspapers and magazines.

His head fell back against the seat for a moment, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard, struggling to hold himself together.

“God baby your mouth feels like heaven, you’re going to kill me,” he rasped again, though the way his hips jerked mimicking your movement, chasing the heat of your mouth, told you he didn’t want you to stop.

Charles felt like he was about to come but he didn’t want to, he wanted to explode inside you, filling your hot, wet pussy to the last drop.

So, the car swerved suddenly, and before you could process it, Charles yanked the wheel and veered onto the side of the road with a rough, urgent movement. Gravel crunched beneath the tires as he slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a sharp stop.

Your head lifted in surprise, lips still glossy and swollen, and you barely had time to catch your breath before his hand was on you—pulling you up, dragging you into his lap with a hunger that felt heat rushing straight through you.

Charles grabbed your hair in a fist and crushed his lips against yours in a kiss that sucked the soul out of your body.

“You really think I was going to let you finish me like that?” his voice low and dangerous against your ear. “Not a chance. I’m going to come in this tight little pussy and you’re going to take it like the good girl you are.”

The words barely registered before his mouth was on yours again, hot, demanding, like he needed to taste you, to claim every inch of you after the way you’d wrecked him. His tongue slid against yours, making the kiss messier, urgent, filled with the kind of heat that made your head spin.

His hands were everywhere, skimming up your thighs, tugging at the hem of your dress as he freed your breast, on your ass. You gasped against his mouth when his fingers slid beneath the fabric, tracing along the edge of your underwear with a touch that was anything but patient.

“All that teasing,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your breast as his tongue traced a wet circle around your nipples, his fingers slipping beneath the thin fabric and stroking over your already-soaked pussy. “And you’re this wet for me?” He repeat your words.

You whimpered, hips rolling into his touch, and the sound you made had his jaw clenching, like it was taking everything in him not to lose himself completely.

“Charles,” you breathed, nails digging into his shoulders. “Please… Oh yes… I’m always wet for you baby…”

A dark, satisfied chuckle rumbled from his chest. “You were so bold a minute ago,” he taunted, dragging his fingers through your slick folds before slipping one inside you. “What happened to that confidence, mhh?”

You couldn’t answer, not when he curled his finger just right, pressing against that perfect spot that had your body arching and trembling against him.

“That’s what I thought,” he murmured, adding a second finger and groaning softly at how easily you took him. “You love being like this for me, don’t you? So needy… So ready. My wife is so perfect for me.”

The ache between your thighs grew unbearable, and you shifted against him, grinding against his hand in a way that made him curse softly under his breath.

“Fuck just like that,” you moaned, your hands in his hair as you pulled it in a vain attempt to survive that wave of pleasure. “You’re so good baby.”

“God, you’re driving me insane,” he rasped, pulling his fingers from you and taking them in his mouth, licking every drop of your wetness. “Merde I need to be inside you.”

He barely gave you a moment to catch your breath before he kissed you again, pulling your panties to the side. You felt his thick, heavy dick pressing against you, and the sheer desperation in his touch sent your heart racing.

“Come here, baby,” he whispered, his voice rough but desperate as he guided your hips over him. “Sit on my dick, let me make you feel good.”

The stretch was delicious, hot and perfect as you sank down onto him, and the groan that came from his lips when you took him made your head spin. His hands gripped your ass tightly, holding you there, like he needed a second to compose himself or he’d come in a second.

“Fuck,” he hissed through clenched teeth, his head falling back against the seat. “You feel so good, so fucking tight around me.”

You leaved open-mouthed kisses on his neck, licking the column of his throat, every inch of his skin. You braced your hands on his chest but also caressing his face, rolling your hips slowly, and his jaw tensed, letting out a deep, broken moan.

“Still think you’re in control husband?” you teased, though your voice trembled slightly as you rocked against him, savoring the way he filled you so perfectly.

His heated eyes snapped open, as he met your gaze and the look he gave you felt a delicious shiver down your spine.

His hands tightened on your ass, slapping it before thrusting his hips into you, deep and hard, stealing the breath from your lungs. And when his mouth found yours again, hungry and unforgiving, you knew you were completely done.

His kissed grew messier, desperate and claiming. His hands kept guiding you as you moved over him, his dick filling you with every roll of your body.

“Look at you,” he groaned against your lips, watching the way you took him, how your body clenched around him with every deep thrust. “So perfect. So fucking tight, baby.”

The praise sent a rush of heat straight through you, and you moaned, tilting your head back as his mouth trailed along your throat, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin. Your arms circled his neck, your fingers going through his thick hair as he left marks, evidence of just how wrecked you made him. You knew it but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“You’re so deep baby, fucking made for me,” you gasped, your fingers pulling his hair as you rocked against him harder. “You feel so—oh, God—”

A rough, broken curse slipped from his lips, and his grip on you grew almost bruising as his hips snapped up to meet yours faster, more relentless.

“You like being fucked like this? While everyone can see us?” he groaned, his voice thick and broken as he thrust up into you again like he wanted you to feel him for hours. “When can’t I even wait to get home?”

“Yes,” you breathed, clenching around him as pleasure coiled low in your stomach, hot and aching, winding tighter with every punishing stroke. “I love it, Charles. I love you.”

You tried to say something else, but every time you tried to open your mouth nothing came out but moans and gasps which—along with Charles’ and the sound of your skins clashing together—filled the car.

His mouth trailed down your chest, taking one breast between his lips and sucking it before doing the same with the other. “Fucking mine,” he sucked the spot under your ear, “mon Dieu I love you,” he rasped against your ear, each word punctuated by a deep, precise thrust that made your vision blur. “And I’m going to make sure you don’t forget it.”

“All yours baby, forever,” you whispered against his hair, not even sure he heard you. You whimpered his name again and again, nails dragging down his back as you kept riding him, pushing you closer to the edge with every stroke of his dick.

The car windows were fogged now, the air thick and heavy with heat, but nothing mattered, nothing except him, the way he claimed you.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered grabbing your face with his hand, his voice raw and commanding in a way that made you clench around him. “I want to feel you come around me.”

The need in his tone was too much to resist. Your hand slipped between your bodies, your fingers finding your clit, and the moment you brushed against it, a loud and breathless moan escaped your lips.

“Merde,” Charles cursed again, his teeth grazing your jaw as his hips bucked up harder. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this—”

His words, his touch, everything, was too much and not enough all at once. Your body trembled against his, the pleasure building faster, hotter, and you knew you were right there.

“I’m so close baby, oh yes—you’re gonna make me come so hard…”

“Yeah, let go for me chérie. Come on my dick, I want to feel you.”

The filthy command shattered whatever restraint you had left. With one more swirl of your fingers, hot and blinding pleasure crashed over you, your body clenching around him as waves of ecstasy washed through you.

You cried out his name, and he groaned in response, burying himself deeper in your pussy as your walls kept clenching around him, making him completely lose his mind. His rhythm stuttered, his grip on your waist and ass bruising as he thrust into you one last time, hard and deep, before he finally let go.

His head fell against your shoulder as he spilled inside you, his hips jerking messily until he filled you till the last drop of his cum, his breath coming in rough bursts while the aftershocks of pleasure coursed through both of you.

For a moment, neither of you spoke, just tangled together in the dim heat of the car, bodies still pressed close, hearts racing in unison.

“My God baby.” Finally, he exhaled a soft, breathless laugh, his lips brushing against your neck. “You wear me out. I swear I’m not going on a road trip with you ever again.”

You chuckled, brushing your fingers through his hair as you pressed a soft kiss to his temple. You then placed your thumb and forefinger under his chin and forced him to lift his head to look at him. “You sure about that?”

He smirked before shaking his head and kissing you softly on the lips, his arms tightening around you. “Nah baby I was kidding, I’m five seconds away from dragging you in the backseat because I’m dying to eat your pussy.”

And by the way his hands were already sliding down your back again, still hungry, not quite satisfied, you had no doubt he meant every word.

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