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How I think F1 drivers would kiss you…

|LEWIS HAMILTON |. Lewises kisses make you feel like you’re on top of the world, the way he moves his lips against yours makes everything else fade away. His hands usually find themselves cupping your cheeks, cradling the back of your head, or resting on your waist. He’s also a lover of hand kisses, more specifically placing kisses on your ring finger with the promise of one day marrying you.

After a bad race this man doesn’t even give you the chance to speak before he has you pressed against him with your lips locked in a hot kiss. His large tattooed hand comes to tangle in your hair as his tongue fights against yours, and next thing you know he has you bent over his massage table…

| MAX VERSTAPPEN | His everyday kisses are the kind that have you blushing and butterflies fluttering in your stomach. He holds you by the chin or places a gentle hand on the back of your neck and pulls you in. He always dips back in for one more after initially pulling away because he can never get enough of you.

Now if he’s pissed after a bad race his grip is much stronger, there’s no escaping his bruising kiss. He enjoys nipping at your lower lip and allowing you no chance at taking over the kiss. He’ll keep you pinned against his body until he has you begging him for something more..

| LANDO NORRIS | His kisses are HOT, there’s never a time where he doesn’t slip his tongue in your mouth even when he’s rushing. His hands are glued to your ass, he’s gripping and groping the entire time, he feels like unless he works a small whimper from you then he didn’t kiss you good enough. Sometimes when he’s feeling cheeky he’ll allow his hands to travel up under your shirt to feel your skin and run his thumbs along the bottom of your bra. And while he’ll never admit it out loud he loves when you sit on his lap and he gets to kiss you and feel up on you for as long as he pleases.

Now if it’s after a bad race his kisses don’t change much but his handling does, his hands are tangled in your hair or resting at the base of your throat and he squeezes just enough to earn himself a moan from you. He has you pinned somewhere, either a wall of his drivers room or on the couch as he balances over you with his body rutting into yours.

| CHARLES LECLERC | Charles kisses you like you’re gonna disappear, he’s obsessed with loving on you, his lips move so softly against your own. His hands are usually tangled in your hair or cradling your cheeks, and he lovesss rubbing his nose against yours before completely pulling away. He is not a fan of quick pecks, he doesn’t care how late he’s running he will always have time to give you a proper kiss.

After a bad race he quite literally seeks out a kiss from you, he’ll hold you close with a firm hand cupping the back of your neck as he locks your lips. They move a bit more rough but still slow, he’s had to go all that time without being to kiss you and he’s not going to rush it.

| LANCE STROLL | This man’s hand placement is perfection, when he kisses you it’s slow and intimate, his hands are either both rested on your waist or one is settled there while the other cups your cheek. His kisses make you feel like it’s your first kiss every time, he doesn’t even have to say he loves you because you can feel it in the way he kisses you.

Now if it’s after a bad race his whole demeanor changes, his kisses become rough and fast, your teeth are clashing as his hand rests on the base of your throat and he purposefully places his thigh between your legs.

| ALEX ALBON | He kisses you with nothing but love, he absolutely loves to kiss your cheeks and side of your head, it’s his go to spot as you pull away from a hug. But don’t underestimate him, he leaves you breathless and chasing after his lips when he kisses you. He likes to hold and stroke your cheek with his thumb as he kisses you, he enjoys feeling your cheeks heat up under his hand.

Now if it’s a bad race he has you pinned to a wall as he kisses you hard, his hand has moved from your cheek into your hair as he tangles his fingers in your locks. His lips move feverishly against yours as he does his best to forget what just happened out on the track.

| OSCAR PIASTRI |. Oscar’s kisses are a bit more light but nonetheless loving, he enjoys placing a sweet kiss to your lips that makes your heart flutter and blush tint your cheeks. His hand placement is top tier, they always find themselves on your waist, hips, lower back, sometimes even slips a hand into your back pocket, and he always strokes your hair as you two finally pull apart.

After a bad race I don’t think he gets rough, he’ll definitely sit you on his massage table and stand between your thighs or pull you onto his lap as you fall into a small make out sesh. He’ll mark you up a little but it’s usually only where his eyes can see.

| LOGAN SARGEANT |. His kisses are soft but intimate, he pours all of his love into kissing you and doesn’t pull away until you are both in need of air. He loves kissing your forehead so much so that it’s become a pre-race ritual for you two and he looks forward to it every single race. He is also a big lover of hand kisses, he loves trailing his lips along your knuckles.

After a bad race he allows you to take control, he’ll pull you on his lap and let you make everything better. He loves holding you close by your waist as you trail your lips along his face before finally attaching your lips in a slow and comforting make out.

| DANIEL RICCIARDO |. Daniel loves kissing you, it’s one of his favorite activities. He always finds himself smiling brightly into a kiss leading him to pulling away from your lips and trailing kisses all over your face instead. He loves holding you close by your waist and often times it ends up with you two hugging while he kisses your sweet spot and whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

Now after a bad race he switches, his lips are rough against yours as he has a tight grip on your hair, head pulled back as he trails kisses all over the column of your throat before trailing them back up and keeping you locked in a hot and heavy make out.

| CARLOS SAINZ |. Carlos kisses are typically soft and quick, he’s not big on making out unless you’re both in the mood but best believe his hand placement is good. He usually rests a hand on your waist or bum as he pulls you close and places a series of small pecks to your lips, sometimes he’ll pull you in close with a hand on the back of your neck but it’s not his go to.

After a bad race kissing your lips isn’t really on his mind, he’ll trap you against the wall of his drivers room and trail kisses from your lips down your body until he has you whimpering and withering for him.

[mauvecherie-writes]

save a horse, ride a driver: l.hamilton

pairing: lewis hamilton x black!reader

summary: there was no way you were letting lewis leave the hotel room looking the way he did without taking a spin first. [shoutout to my fren for this summary 😂]

tags: 18+ NSFW, MDNI, sexual content, pwp, oral [m] receiving, unprotected penetrative sex, dirty talk, spanking, slight choking, slight dom!lewis, breeding kink if you squint.

notes: today really ruined me guys 🫠. I wrote this in a few hours lmao. This is for the nasty girls like me going through ovulation and were left feeling wrecked by this man. NOT EDITED

w.c: 1.8K

reading list: @queenshikongo3 @dhlfastestlap @saintslewis @serpenttines-library @saturnville @hopefulromantic1 @cocobutterqwueen @bluesole16 @chaneajoyyy @emjayewrites @melodichaeuxx-lacritquexx @sapphireheaven @olyvoyl @lewisroscoelove @lh44adore @hellomadamebutterfly @scorpiobleue @qveenmelanink @tremendousstarlighttragedy @bekindbecoolbeyou @greedyjudge2 @itsapurrfectstorm @createdbylivingclocks @samiwzx @omgsuperstarg @peyiswriting @miyuhpapayuh @blowmymbackout @purplelewlew @henneseyhoe @xoscar03 @perfecttrashface @saturnville

Having some time off from work, you had decided to join your boyfriend in Monaco for the long race weekend. It was only Thursday so there was no need for you to accompany him to the trac with him. You were going to stay at the hotel and utilize their spa facilities before preparing for dinner with Lewis later.

As you finished using the bathroom, you could hear his team packing their belongings and leaving the room. Lewis had about another hour free before he needed to leave for the circuit if he wanted to be on time. This was the time, if you were together, you would share breakfast.

You walked out to the living room area and stopped dead in your stride when you saw Lewis standing in front of the mirror as he fixed his braids into a low bun.

“Holy shit.” The words slid out of your mouth as you gaped at him. He was dressed in an extremely low v-neck pale blue cashmere cardigan which left the golden brown of his tattooed chest exposed paired with wheat coloured waist fitted linen trousers. He wasn’t wearing the custom Dior sneakers just yet but the jewellery that had been laid out last night were now in the right places.

Lewis was a man of fashion, a common interest that had connected the both of you but it was days like this that reminded you how a well put outfit enhanced his beauty to another level. It amazed you how much his dress sense managed to raise your arousal.

He turned around to face you with a genuine smile that quickly transitioned into a smirk when he saw the glint of lust in your eyes.

”Hi baby.” He greeted you before walking to sit on the couch.

“Where do you think you’re going, looking like that?” You asked as you crossed the room.

“Like what?” He chuckled as he furrowed his eyebrows in slight confusion.

“Like a slut! Who are you tryna get, looking this good.” A deep laugh burst from his chest as a light rosy tint touched his cheeks. He was used to your peculiar way of complimenting him but there were times where the comment would make his insides melt. He was a grown man and you still had the ability to make him weak in the knees with your unbridled attention.

“This is only for you baby.” Lewis spoke, gesturing to his body. “I’m all yours and only yours.”

“Looking like a five course meal and I’m ready to eat.” You said licking your lips before you dropped to your knees in front of him, between his legs. He looked down at you as you looked up at him, massaging his thighs and he knew what you were intending to do.

“Sweetheart, you know I need to be leaving soon.” He mumbled as he leaned down and pecked your lips

“Being late has never stopped you before.” You were rubbing your palm against his hardening dick beneath the fabric of his trousers. Lewis’s eyes fluttered close as he tried to be rational. You knew that he didn’t need to be so early, the circuit was a team minute boat ride - if need be, they’d wait for him.

“I’m not letting you leave this room without a taste. Let me enjoy you first before anyone else.” Whatever front that he had been attempting to put up, fell.

“You’re such a spoiled brat.” He sighed as he leaned back and placed his right arm on top of the couch. His other hand came to stroke the side of your cheek. He gazed down at you as he pressed his thumb against your lips. Once he slid his thumb into your mouth, you didn’t hesitate to wrap your tongue around the digit and suck on it hard.

Your eyes never left his as you moaned around his thumb, suctioning your cheeks as you would around his cock.

“Look at you, my pretty girl. You want it bad huh?” He softly spoke but the flare of his nose and the hardening of his dick under your touch showed how he was really feeling. Your arousal and raw desire for your man was causing an uncomfortable dampness in your underwear.

“Take my dick out.” The command made your body tremble with excitement as you unbuttoned his trousers and pulled him out. Seeing you hold him must have done something because, suddenly he leaned forward, curling his ringed fingers into your coils before he placed his lips over yours - bruising them in the process.

“Open your mouth.” He told you. And as you opened your mouth, he said. “Suck your dick, baby.”

You whimpered before you placed a soft kiss on the tip and caressed the rest of his length. You looked up at him as you slowly took him into your mouth until he was lodged at the back of your throat.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty with my dick in your mouth.” With one hand, he took your hair into a ponytail as he determined the speed. You placed your hands on his thighs to steady yourself as he fucked your face - thrusting into your mouth as he pushed your head down on his length bringing you closer to his pelvis.

Your eyes were brimming with tears as you struggled for breath gagging on his dick. And you loved every second of it.

“You okay baby?” Lewis asked. His voice breathless but laced with concern at the state of tears staining your cheeks. You nodded your head and quickly drew him back into your mouth with your hand wringing his girth. You raised your eyes to meet his as you let him hit the back of your throat once more. The choking sounds you made had him twitching in your mouth.

“Goddamn, this fucking mouth.” Lewis hissed as you sucked on his tip causing the base of his spine to tingle. You made a swallowing motion which stimulated your throat to contrast and tighten around the tip of his dick.

“Fuuuucckkk me.” He groaned as he threw his head back, pushing you away.

You giggled as you pressed your hands onto his thighs and stood up. You placed your legs on either side of his hips and took his dick into your hand and the other hand moved your panties to the side. You rubbed his tip against your wet centre until he was drenched. Your eyes locked and despite his well put together outward appearance, you were unraveling him with your continuous teasing.

Lewis leaned forward and tugged at your thick coils in his hand to hoist your head backwards. The sting of the pull caused you to hiss.

“Don’t fucking play with me, YN. Ride this dick.” He sternly told you as he dragged his mouth down the column of your neck before biting onto your exposed shoulder. You moaned as you finally pressed the head of his dick on your entrance. You couldn’t stop moaning as you rotate your hips on his cock. Lewis’s hands came to your waist, guiding you down slowly on his thickness until he was nestled in deep.

He groaned, feeling your warmth all around him. He smacked your ass causing you to gasp. “This is what you wanted right? So take it.” He harshly whispered before he pulled you closer by your neck and captured your lips. No longer caring to be gentle, Lewis demanded. “Ride me.”

“Baby, you’re so big, wait -.” You pleaded but he slapped your ass cheek again, causing your pussy to clench around him.

You began to ride him. Hard.

You mashed your hips against his, rolling your waist back and forth so that he was touching every part of you intimately possible. Your eyes fluttered close as you arched your back as your walls rhythmically clenched around his dick. A guttural moan left your mouth as Lewis’s fingers dug into the flesh of your ass and fucked you harder.

“Fuck yes! Just like that!” Your voice quivered as you placed your hands on his shoulders. You started bouncing up and down his cock which left his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Every time you came down, Lewis would thrust his hips up - making your orgasm quickly rise within you.

“Don’t stop!” He breathlessly moaned. You shook your head before you leaned down and drew his bottom lip into your mouth before kissing him passionately.

“I won’t.” You whispered. You increased your speed. The sound of your flesh clapping - along with your moans echoed across the room. Sweat was beginning to line his forehead and roll down the sides of his forehead. The smell of your sex taking over your senses.

Lewis slammed into you with a desperation only you would know. His arms wrapped around your body and you dropped your head into his neck. Your teeth trapped his skin in between them as the familiar hot tingle at the bottom of your spine rose.

“I’m about to come baby. Fuucck, sweetheart I’m gonna come” He whispered, whimpering as you bounced harder.

“Come with me. Come inside me.” The accumulation of his dick pounding your sweet spot with your clit constantly brushing on his pelvis along with the commanding nature of his tone, you were done for.

Your nails painfully dug into his shoulders as you screamed, tensing as your climax erupted. Lewis’s mouth parted into a silent moan, pushing his face into your chest as you milked him for everything he had. Your breaths were ragged as Lewis collapsed back into the couch with you in his arms. You sighed into his chest before you turned your head and laid kisses on his damp skin.

“Fucking hell, sweetheart.” He mumbled as he rubbed your back beneath your nightie. The both of you laid there, your bodies feeling like melted butter. You didn’t need the spa anymore, you were taking a nap as soon as Lewis left.

“If you didn’t look so good, I wouldn’t have needed to ride you like this.”His laugh vibrated through your body.

“So it’s my fault now that you got turned on?”

“Yes! Next time wear a burlap sack or something. You know what, no - you’d somehow make that look good too.”

He chuckled and pressed a kiss on the side of your forehead. “I apologise, I’ll be more ugly next time.”

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therealyn Save a horse, ride a driver or whatever was said 🥵 and my mannn, thank you to my mannn.

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user818 This is so real of you actually 😂🤭

user121 Ma’am, this is a wendy’s

lewishamilton Can you stop🧍🏾

⤷ therealyn lewishamilton But if I remember correctly, you were telling me not to????

⤷lewishamilton therealyn 🤦🏾

user619 not them basically confirming what we’re all thinking in the comments 😩😫

user444 No because if Lewis Hamilton was my boyfriend, I would be behaving like this too.

charles_leclerc Now we know why he was so happy in the paddock today ..

⤷ therealyn charlesleclerc Happy to be of service 🫡

lewishamilton therealyn When I get back, I’m locking your phone away.

⤷ therealyn lewishamilton as if 🙄🤚🏾

user788 the fact you can see in the video when he’s in the garage, the exact moment he saw this post 😭.

ru’s letter💌: this is probably one of the fastest I’ve written and uploaded something 😂. I have such a thing for eye contact during sex I’m noticing 🤭.

[pickingupmymercedes]

Rocket - Lewis Hamilton (NSFW)

Part of 1K Jukebox Event

song: Rocket - Beyoncé

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!

genre: smut

wordcount: +3k

As always, I'm open for feedback, come say hi!

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Nothing says vacation quite like a long bath—hot, bubbly, and quiet enough to make me forget just how close I was to a burn out barely 5 days ago.

I sink down a little further into the tub, letting the water glide over my shoulders, and close my eyes, letting myself drift.

And that’s when I hear the door creak open.

“Didn’t mean to distract you” he says, though I can hear in his voice he’s anything but sorry.

I open one eye, and there he is, leaning against the doorframe with his usual easy smile. He’s fresh from the beach, beads of water still clinging to his skin, his trunks hanging low on his hips, as if he planned this pose just to watch me stare him down.

“Well, if it isn’t Sir Hamilton himself” I tease, stretching my arms along the rim of the tub. “Come to see if I’ve fallen asleep in here?”

He grins, taking a step inside and closing the distance. “Didn’t seem right, you here all by yourself.”

“Really considerate of you” I reply, lifting my chin. “Or maybe you just wanted a peek?”

“Can you blame me?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he walks closer, setting his hands on the edge of the tub, eyes dropping to take in the curve of my body beneath the bubbles.

And I’m suddenly very aware of how little separates us. He’s watching me with that familiar look, the one that says he’s happy to wait, but he’ll enjoy every second of making me squirm until then.

I could pretend I don’t know what I’m doing as I lean back, letting the bubbles slide down a little, just enough to tease him. “Well,” I murmur, “it’s not a bad view, I guess. If I were in your position, I’d want a closer look too.”

He chuckles, reaching for the bottom of his trunks as if that’s all the invitation he needs. I watch, fully expecting him to pull me out of the tub and straight to the bedroom. But instead, he lets his trunks fall to the floor, slips into the tub, and positions himself right behind me.

He’s got that effect, that way of changing the game in an instant, flipping my plans like they’re nothing.

And it works. His legs brush along mine as he settles in, his hands finding my shoulders, thumbs digging in gently as he starts to massage. It’s slow, almost tender, like he’s savoring every touch.

“So,” he says, his voice low and close to my ear, “what have you been up to today?”

I laugh, letting my head fall back onto his shoulder. “Relaxing. Isn’t that why you dragged me all the way to this island for? No internet, no communication…”

His hands slide down a little, fingers tracing the line of my collarbone before finding their way back to my shoulders. “And here I thought it was so we could spend time together.”

“Mm, maybe both” I say, tilting my head to look up at him. He’s so close I can feel the warmth of his breath on my skin, smell the salt from the ocean still lingering on him.

There’s a glint in his eyes, that playful, cocky look that gets me every time. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

“What about you?” I ask, arching a brow. “How many waves did Miles got pulled under?”

“Let’s not talk about that, love.” His fingers drift lower, thumbs brushing over the tops of my shoulders, lingering just long enough to make my heart race.

“You really think I’m just gonna sit here and let you touch me like that?” I say, shifting a little to get comfortable.

The moment I move, though, I feel it—him, already hard against my back. And it’s my turn to grin, the kind of grin that tells him he’s not getting out of here easily.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” I asks, and there’s that edge of impatience in his breathing that always sends a thrill down my spine.

Although, it does sound more like he’s holding back just enough to see how far I’ll push him.

“Not uncomfortable” her murmurs, shifting just a little more, letting his hand rest casually on my thigh.

I bite my lip, feigning innocence as I let my hand drift upward, fingers brushing his skin in a way that I know drives him crazy.

His grip tightens on my waist, and I can feel his breath hitch, just for a second. That’s all I need to know he’s on the edge of giving in. “You know” he says, his voice a little lower, a little rougher, “I’m a patient man.”

“Sometimes, patience is overrated, though” I reply, smirking as I lean back into him.

His hands roam over my arms, fingers brushing the line of my neck, and I can feel every muscle in my body start to respond. He’s right there, right where I want him, and I know he’s not going to stop until he’s got me exactly how he wants me.

And honestly? I’m not about to stop him. Because I know the game I started, and focusing on feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat against my back, it’s all I can do not to melt right here.

I glance up and catch his reflection in the mirror across the room. His gaze is focused, darker than before, as if he’s mentally three steps ahead, yet he’s holding himself back—barely.

His fingers hover along my waist, a teasing line that just hints at where he wants to go, but he’s waiting, giving me this bit of power, letting me set the pace.

So, I had to push him.

Slowly, I take his hand and guide it up, trailing over my body until his fingers cup my breast under the warm water. A smirk tugs at the corner of my lips as I feel his breath stutter against the back of my neck.

“I can see you want to touch me” I murmur, pressing his hand to me as if to make it clear there’s no going back now.

His fingers tighten just enough to make my breath catch, and I feel him lean forward, his lips grazing my shoulder. “You’re making it hard to be patient, you know that?”

“Yeah” I purr, my voice deliberately soft. “That’s kind of the point.”

I reach for his other hand, guiding it lower this time, my fingers slipping down to where my own slickness has already gathered, spreading it back to coat his fingers.

I feel his intake of breath, and my pulse quickens, feeling his fingers find the slickness between my folds, slow and testing at first, his movements restrained but eager. The heat pooling in my core starts to simmer, and breathing is all I can do to keep my as he starts to move.

The rhythm he finds is perfect, intense but controlled.

My hand stays over his, feeling the taut muscles in his fingers, the way his palm fits just right, the roughened pads of his fingers exactly where I want them to be.

And every time he circles back to my clit, I can’t help but shiver, threatening to tip over into that blissful chaos he’s so good at bringing out of me.

It’s addictive, the way he works his fingers, the way he feels so attuned to every response I give.

The tension in my body coils tighter, my heart and pussy pounding as he keeps up that relentless pace, like he’s daring me to let go right here, right now.

My grip on his arm tightens as I arch back, the pleasure building, building, building until I manage to stop him.

“Slow it down,” I whisper, turning my head so I can brush my lips against his jaw. “We’ve got time.”

He lets out a quiet groan, his breathing heavy in my ear, but he listens, slowing his movements.

His fingers drag lazily now, tracing circles over my clit, gentle yet maddeningly precise, and it’s almost worse than before.

I let myself melt into him, my hands still resting over his, feeling every movement as he builds me up in slow, patient waves.

My hand keeps holding his in place as he teases, taking his time, and every gentle flick, every carefully controlled stroke sends another shudder of heat through me, each one deeper than the last.

I can feel him shifting slightly, pressing closer, his chest rising and falling against my back. It’s as if he’s pacing himself just to make me squirm, and it’s working.

The ache inside me intensifies, and it’s almost painful, just on the edge, waiting for that last push. But just as I feel myself about to tip over, his fingers stop, hovering right on the brink, leaving me in this impossible, maddening state of suspension.

I let out a breath, almost a whimper, my body tense with the need he’s left lingering. “Lewis…”

But he doesn’t move, not right away. Instead, his mouth grazes my ear, his voice low and rough. “Patience, remember?”

I shift up just a little, feeling his hands steady on my hips as I adjust, fighting for balance in the cramped space. The tub is small enough that our legs are all tangled, with his legs pressing against mine as I climb on his laps, but somehow, it just adds to the anticipation.

When my hand finds his dick under the water, I can feel how hard he already is. It makes me chuckle, a soft sound that escapes before I can stop it.

“What’s funny, love?” His voice is rough, low, almost daring me as his hands sooth the skin on my waist and lower back.

I glance back at him over my shoulder, and with a smirk, I say, “How controlled you’re trying to look” My fingers wrap around his hard dick, guiding him to press against me, feeling his resolve hanging by a thread. “You’re already rock-hard, baby.”

He groans, deep and guttural, his fingers digging into my skin just a little harder. And before I know it, his hips surge up, just enough to press the head of him against me, not quite inside but enough to make me feel that first, tantalizing stretch.

I fall silent, my breath catching in my throat, the heat of him poised right there. It’s maddening, almost torturous, the way he stops right there, leaving me on edge and hungry for more.

“Now you’re quiet,” he murmurs against my shoulder, lips brushing my skin, and the teasing edge in his voice is unmistakable.

But then he eases his hips back down, his hands shifting from my hips to my waist, and I can feel his grip firm as he starts to guide me down over him, inch by slow, delicious inch.

My breath hitches as I feel him filling me, stretching me, for real this time.

I can barely keep my thoughts straight. He’s deliberate with every movement, steady but unrelenting, and I can’t hold back the soft moan that slips out, echoing around the tiled walls of the bathroom.

The air feels thick, charged with heat and moist, and each second feels like forever as he continues to press me down, his grip grounding me while his dick fills me completely.

My core pulses as he finally bottoms out, his hips flush against mine. I rest there, feeling my muscles tighten and adjust around him, breathless and a little overwhelmed.

And when I can hear over my own heartbeat and the water on the tub, I hear him—a quiet, breathy whimper, one that tells me everything.

He’s just as undone as I am, his fingers pressing into my skin with a reverence that makes my heart start pounding again.

He leans forward, his mouth finding my shoulder, leaving soft, lingering kisses against my damp skin as every movement feels electric, each slow rise and fall of my hips dragging waves of pleasure.

I keep the rhythm as steady as I can, alternating between rolling my hips and sinking back down on him, savoring the way his breaths grow heavier, matching mine. His hands grip my waist, grounding me, and I let myself indulge in each controlled, teasing motion.

But the need thrumming in my core is impossible to ignore, and I can’t resist reaching back to guide him deeper, pressing my shoulders back against his chest to feel him fully.

The new angle pulls a long, unrestrained moan from me, one that fills the room. I’m not quiet; I don’t even try to be at this point.

I feel his lips curl into a smirk against my shoulder as he holds me close, his fingers brushing my skin with just enough pressure to make my body tighten where it feels like he’s imprinting his digits.

He groans, taking in the way my back arches for him, accommodating his every inch. “Love seeing you like this,” he whispers, his voice low and rough. “All mine.”

I lean my head back onto his shoulder, giving him a knowing smile as I let my hips move slowly, every stroke drawing out longer than the last, savoring his restraint. “Enjoying the view?”

“More than you know” he murmurs, but his hands leave my waist, slipping up to my collarbone, and he pulls me back until I’m flush against his chest, completely open to him.

The shift presses him deeper again, and I gasp, my body trembling as he pokes just at the right spot, the one that has my toes curling.

My hands find his, and I guide one of them up to rest against my neck, fingers tracing along the side of my throat.

He’s amused, and I can feel the chuckle rumbling through him as he tightens his grip just slightly, his thumb brushing the sensitive skin below my jaw. “Full of kinks today, are we?”

I just smile, knowing that’s all the invitation he needs. His hand tightens a little more, just enough to cut off my breath, leaving me lightheaded and buzzing, every nerve heightened.

I can’t help how my body responds instantly, hips rolling back to meet his with, and he doesn’t hold back.

His other arm snakes around my waist, and he starts thrusting up, each movement harder and deeper, our combined rhythm spilling water over the tub’s edge in splashes we’re both ignoring.

“Can you feel how badly I want you?” he murmurs, his voice hot against my ear. His thrusts are relentless now, each one dragging its own moan from me.

My body arches into him, completely surrendering, and I meet him with equal force, the need coiling tight and ready to snap. He laughs low in my ear, thrusting harder. “Let me feel you, love. Let go.”

And I let him take over, his pace quickening as he moves inside me with a precision that has me clutching onto his forearms for balance.

The pressure around my neck heightens every sensation, my senses flooded by him, his touch, his voice, the steady, unyielding rhythm he’s set. And then, as I lose myself in the pleasure, the edge finally comes closer drawing me deeper until I’m lost to him, wrapped up in his hands, his heat, his control.

His hand slips from my throat, settling against my collarbone with a gentle brush, his thumb tracing soothing circles, grounding me as my body clenches around him.

His other hand moves down to my clit, flicking and teasing, coaxing wave after wave of sensation that has me moaning, helplessly leaning into his touch.

My body becomes numb to anything but him, balanced between his hands and the edge of my own undoing.

When my eyes finally meet his, I see the flicker of triumph there, and before I can fully settle back, he lifts me up, rising effortlessly with me. He turns me to face him, and I just follow his lead, still hazy from the high.

He presses me sited on the edge of the tub, my back resting against the wall, and leans in, capturing my lips in a deep, unhurried kiss that leaves me breathless. I feel his still rock-hard boner brush against me, teasing my swollen clit and my entrance, and it’s almost too much, too soon.

Then his hand slips down, lifting my leg up and pulling it around his waist, holding me open as he kisses me deeply. His mouth is warm, his tongue grazing mine as he holds me steady, and I’m sure he’s going to push into me again, finally, and give me more of the fullness I’m always craving.

But instead, he breaks the kiss, looking at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes, one that promises more than I can prepare for.

And I can even react. He’s kneeling down, his fingers gripping my hips, and then he’s right there, his mouth on me, his tongue dragging along my folds with a leisurely savor.

I gasp, one hand flying to his head, clutching his damp curls as my body jerks from the oversensitivity. “Lewis, you’re– I–” My words are jumbled, barely coherent, but he just chuckles, a dark, knowing sound that vibrates against my skin.

I’m trying to pull away, but his grip on my hips is unyielding, keeping me locked in place as he devours me like I’m some forbidden treat.

His tongue flicks and swirls over my clit, leaving me trembling against his hands. He works me over with an infuriating slowness, each lick and gentle suck deliberate and unrushed.

“Too much” I manage, voice cracking as he chuckles again, ignoring my plea.

He lifts his gaze, eyes bright with a kind of wicked satisfaction, before finally pressing a kiss to my thigh and rising to meet me again.

His mouth finds mine, capturing me in a searing kiss that makes me forget every other thought but him. The taste of myself on his lips is intoxicating, and when he finally pushes into me again, I’m a mess of tangled limbs and sharp breaths, overcome by him in every way.

His hands keep my legs open as he thrusts slowly, purposefully, drawing every sensation to the surface, his lips brushing against my ear as he murmurs, “Tell me you feel how much I need you”

Each word fans the flames of my oversensitivity, and I can’t help the quiet whimpers that escape. I’m lost in him, my hands clinging to his shoulders, my entire body surrendering to his touch, every word and movement building a maddening pace.

It’s like the world outside the two of us has completely faded. Each thrust, each deep groan that slips past his lips, is as sharp and electric as the first. The way he fills me, the way he knows exactly where to press, makes me wonder if I’ll ever catch my breath again, if I can even tell where he ends and I begin.

Time slips away, but I’m vaguely aware that the sun has dipped lower, casting a warm, golden glow that filters through the bathroom, wrapping us in its embrace.

It feels like we’ve only been here for moments, but my body knows better, knows by the way my muscles burn, by the way he’s starting to lose control, his breathing heavier, his moans deepening, rough and unrestrained.

His breath is warm and ragged on my neck, his hands gripping me like he can’t hold back any longer.

And he manages to pull out just in time, spilling over my stomach, his forehead coming to rest against my shoulder as his breathing slows, each breath matched with the last flickers of sensation that hum through me.

I slide my fingers up, raking lightly through the roots of his curls as he recovers, just barely catching his breath.

The weight of him, warm and spent, against me is something I’ll never tire of. He’s still leaning on me, a little dazed, when I break the silence with a teasing, “How much you need me, huh?”

He just chuckles, low and soft, and raises his head to look at me, that familiar sparkle back in his eyes. “Don’t remember you being this sassy minutes ago”

I grin, pulling him closer, letting my lips brush against his. “Well” I murmur between us, voice still a little breathless “If it means anything, I could never get enough of you”

His lips capture mine again, slow and tender this time, the kind of kiss that feels as unhurried as the sunset outside. A reminder, as if we needed one, that no matter how many times we’ve lost ourselves in each other, it’ll never be enough.

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He Takes Care Of You On Your Period : ̗̀➛ F1 Reaction

: ̗̀➛ Max Verstappen

Lots of cuddles are on the menu whenever you’re on your period, Max never leaves your side, making sure that he holds you as best as he can to take away the pain. He’s incredibly attentive at the best of times but he takes extra care during your time of the month, keeping things slow and moving as calmly as he can to protect your body. Need a squeeze? He’s there. Tummy need massaging? He’s by your side before you even finish asking him. ‘I’ll do whatever I can to make you feel better,’ he repeatedly tells you, knowing that all the pain that you go through is never truly your fault.

: ̗̀➛ Lando Norris

Treats, treats and more treats come your way from Lando whenever you’re on your period. He’s still a little lost sometimes as to what the right thing to do is, however one thing he does know that can solve most situations is chocolate – so that’s what he does. Lando brings the comfort to help you relax, he finds your favourite treats, sets up your living room so its nice and cosy and finds the cheesiest film that he can to send your hormones into overdrive – although secretly he loves making you cry at a film so he can be there to wipe away your tears.

: ̗̀➛ Charles LeClerc

Bed is the only place Charles will let you be when you’re on your period, he’s there for you whenever you need him. It kills him seeing you in so much pain so he encourages you to rest as much as you can. ‘What do you want?’ He’ll question as soon as he sees you moving, leaping up to help you out. If he could take away the pain, he would in a heartbeat, so instead Charles tries to give you as easy a life as possible whilst you’re suffering, sneaking into bed for a cuddle with you whenever he finds himself with five minutes to himself too.

: ̗̀➛ Carlos Sainz

He’s practically glued to your side when you’re on your period, particularly if you’re visiting work with him too. Carlos likes to make use of the extra benefits of being a driver, giving you a comfy bed to lay down on or sneaking into the hospitality lounge to boil a kettle so that he can fix you up a hot water bottle. ‘Just for you,’ he’ll sweetly smile down at you, placing the bottle to the exact spot that you point to, showing him where it hurts. Gently, Carlos tends to then sit beside you, letting you rest into his side.

: ̗̀➛ George Russell

King of supplies is the title you charmingly gave George the first time you were on your period, and ever since then, he’s lived up to his title. He can tell by your voice alone when your period has arrived, making the call to the shop to get everything you need. He doesn’t care about the stares (and sometimes the photos!) as long as he’s taking care of his girl that’s what matters the most. His cupboards are full of sweets, pads, fresh pyjamas, everything that you could ever need to make sure your period comes and goes as smoothly as possible.

: ̗̀➛ Lewis Hamilton

He’s almost like a mind reader when you’re on your period, Lewis knows exactly what you want before you even do. After a long day at work, all you want to do is rest with your cramps, and as you walk through the door, you can see the steam coming from the bathroom door. A proud Lewis will stand and smile as you enter, ‘welcome home baby,’ he’d whisper every time, showing you his handiwork. A soothing bath, candles lit, gentle music in the background, everything you’d ever need to take your mind off of your sore tummy for a while.

: ̗̀➛ Daniel Ricciardo

He’s the sweetest soul when it comes to your period, all of Daniel’s attention is on you and the things he can do to help you. Daniel treats you like the most delicate thing in the world, cuddling you so tightly you can think about nothing else but his strong arms holding onto you, or telling you a funny joke to make you smile again. You’re sure if you look close enough you can actually see his heartbreaking when he watches you in pain, but secretly you somewhat enjoy your periods as it makes you the centre of his universe for a few days.

: ̗̀➛ Logan Sargeant

He was the perfect pillow at the best of times, but especially during your period, Logan was exactly what you needed. He dropped everything to hold you into his side carefully, running his hand gently against your stomach. ‘Are you comfy?’ Logan would whisper down to you every few minutes, pressing a kiss against the top of your head as soon as you hummed in reply to him. Despite how busy he was, he’d lay with you for hours in the hope that it would make you feel better, doing whatever he could to make your period that little more bearable.

: ̗̀➛ Alex Albon

All other plans are cancelled for Alex when you’re on your period, you are his priority the moment he sees you suffering. Despite you protesting that you’re absolutely fine, Alex refuses to believe it. Whilst you’re still in bed he darts to the shop to make sure that he’s got everything that the two of you will need for the day before joining you in bed as you begin to wake. It’s where you both stay for most of the day, with Alex not leaving your side, paying attention to everything and being an absolute dream taking care of you.

: ̗̀➛ Lance Stroll

You barely had time to breathe with Lance around when you were around, he was on your case all the time. If you were ready for some tablets to take away the pain, Lance would be there with them and a glass of water, or if you needed your hot water filling, he’d take it as soon as it felt too cold to him. Sometimes you forgot he was your boyfriend with how caring Lance was towards you, he was terrified that something would cause you pain so he wanted to be there to fix anything that he could for you straight away.

 ˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

[itaipava]

— domestic mornings with f1 boys.

˒ ⌕ LANDO NORRIS

waking up around the same time. sleepily tugging and poking at each other until one relents and turns over to switch the alarm off. him talking about how you both have so many things to do and should get up soon, but holding you tighter and refusing to let go. doing your own morning routines at your own pace. exchanging playful grins and teasing words when you pass by each other. music playing in the background. random little duets or dance-offs in the living room before going “okay, stop, we don’t have time.” occasionally bickering when he blasts loud his favorite songs, disturbing the peaceful morning. always remembering to give each other ‘have a good day’ kiss and saying ‘i love you’.

˒ ⌕ DANIEL RICCIARDO

actually waking up early but spending about an hour in bed, being lazy together. very playful and light-hearted mornings. lightly kicking or pushing each other and accusing the other of stealing the covers or taking up all the space. ruffling each other’s hair to mess it up even more. changing cuddling positions every minute. watching tiktok or youtube videos while leaning against his chest. fighting about who showers first so that the other gets extra minutes of time to be lazy on bed; eventually deciding to settle it like adults — by playing rock-paper-scissors.

˒ ⌕ CARLOS SAINZ

waking up to the smell of breakfast that he’s making. making your way into the kitchen and giving him a back hug while he cooks. ending up having a short nap against his back. him intentionally leaning his head backwards to lightly bump your head with the back of his head when he knows you’ve fallen asleep. small talks in the kitchen while listening to jazz. eating breakfast together; him giving you more from his plate when you seem like you’re enjoying the food. more chitchat about your day ahead. the kitchen and the little breakfast nook being your bonding place in the morning; afterwards, doing your own things, the atmosphere soft, peaceful, and filled with blissful quietness.

˒ ⌕ CHARLES LECLERC

him setting the alarm on vibration mode so as not to disturb your sleep. him pressing a soft kiss on your forehead or shoulder before beginnning to move away, and you gently reaching for his hand, still half asleep, before letting him go. sending each other texts even though you’re in the same house/apartment. him coming back into the room with a cup of freshly-brewed coffee for you. reminding each other things throughout the morning: “did you take your vitamins?” “don’t forget it’s going to rain later!” “i put the extra charger in your bag.”

˒ ⌕ LEWIS HAMILTON

him waking up earlier and making sure to adjust the covers over you so that you’re warm. waking up to the sound of him returning home from a jog or gym. him greeting you with a ‘good morning, baby’ and a quick kiss on top of your head. taking a shower together. having really good talks in the shower while rubbing each other’s backs with lather and getting carried away before realizing that you’re going to be late, so now you’re hurriedly rinsing yourselves. him offering you a towel first and instinctively holding your hand so that you don’t slip while getting out of the shower. quick but lingering little nose rubs before leaving the house, already looking forward to coming home to each other.

˒ ⌕ OSCAR PIASTRI

taking turns to snooze the blaring alarm at least six times before even considering waking up. him reaching out to cuddle you closer, telling himself it’s just for five more minutes, but dozing off again as soon as he’s comfortable with you in his arms. soft, languid kisses on each other’s bodies. sleepy ‘i love you’s.’ offering suggestions when you’re having trouble picking outfits. helping each other with zippers and buttons while dressing.

˒ ⌕ MAX VERSTAPPEN

being naturally in sync in the morning. waking up together to the sound of the alarm set for you both. him giving you a one-handed neck massage when you sit side-by-side on the bed, while also trying to shake his own sleepiness away. making the bed together and both plopping on the freshly-made bed for one last brief morning cuddle and kiss before really getting up. brushing teeth together and making funny faces at each other in the mirror. then proceeding to bicker about whose turn it is to do the dishes or laundry for the day.

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Viva Las Vegas

Max Verstappen x Carlos Sainz x Lando Norris x George Russell x Lewis Hamilton x Fem!Reader

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I was in Vegas for the weekend, the city's energy electric as always. My outfit for the night was skimpy, showing off my curves, and as I walked the strip, I felt eyes on me. A group of guys approached, their stares intense and hungry. My heart raced as I recognized them as Formula 1 drivers: Carlos, with his thick Spanish accent; George, the British charmer; Lando, with his curly brown hair; and Lewis, his brown skin covered in tattoos.

I struck a flirty pose, feeling their desire, and Lando stepped forward, a devilish grin on his handsome face. He offered me money for a kiss, and I accepted with a seductive smile, knowing this was just the start. Our lips met, and the kiss was slow and soft at first, but it soon intensified. Our tongues danced together as the guys cheered us on, their hands roaming over my body, ignited by the attention.

I pulled away, breathless, my eyes shining with lust. Max pulled me into his arms, his mouth claiming mine in a hungry kiss. As I kissed Max, I felt Lando's hands sliding under my outfit, his fingers finding my wetness and teasing my clit. George and Lewis watched, their eyes dark with desire, their mouths watering at the sight.

Moaning into Max's mouth, I whispered, "Your place. Now." I wanted them all, and I wanted them now.

In the car, I sat between Max and Carlos, their hands exploring my body as Lewis drove. I unzipped Max's pants, freeing his throbbing cock. Taking him in my mouth, I sucked and stroked him, my hands teasing Carlos's hard body. Max groaned, his hands tangling in my hair, and he thrust his hips, his cock hitting the back of my throat.

"Suck it, baby," he growled, and I moaned in response, the vibrations making him shiver. With one hand, I massaged his balls, feeling his arousal, his need for release.

Offering my pussy to Carlos, I felt his fingers thrust into me, stretching me, making me cry out in pleasure. "Ride my fingers, baby," he whispered, his accent sending shivers down my spine. I bucked my hips, my breath coming in sharp gasps as he added another finger, preparing me for more.

We tumbled out of the car and into the hotel, a tangled mess of want and lust. In the elevator, George and Lando pressed me against the wall, their mouths taking turns tasting and teasing me, their hands groping my body. Max and Carlos watched, their eyes burning with need, their cocks throbbing.

In the suite, Lando and George led me to the balcony, my skimpy outfit riding up, baring my ass and pussy. Lando teased my entrance with the tip of his cock, making me beg for him to fuck me. He slid into me slowly, filling me up as George positioned himself at my mouth. I sucked and stroked him, moaning as Lando began to thrust, slow and deep.

The city lights twinkled below us, a stunning backdrop to our passionate scene. Lando pounded into me, his balls slapping against my clit, sending shocks of pleasure through my body. George fucked my mouth, his hands tangling in my hair, his breath coming in sharp gasps.

They took turns with me, each claiming his pleasure while the others watched, their cocks throbbing, waiting their turn. In the bedroom, Max laid me down, his eyes dark and hungry. He thrust into me, his cock thick and hard, filling me completely.

Carlos offered his cock to my mouth, and I tasted his pre-cum as Max pounded into me, his hips slamming against mine. "You're so tight," he grunted, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. I moaned around Carlos, the vibrations making him thrust his hips, needing more.

I rode the wave of pleasure, my body tensing as orgasm built. "Cum for me," Max growled, his hands gripping my thighs. I screamed as my body shook, my pussy milking his cock. He groaned, filling me with his hot cum.

In the bathroom, George and Lando had me against the wall, the shower running, making our skin slick. George thrust into me, his cock sliding easily into my wetness. Lando stood by, stroking his hard length, watching with lustful eyes. George bent me backwards, my body arched, and he pounded into me, his hips slapping against my ass.

Taking Lando's cock in my mouth, I moaned and whimpered, the pleasure overwhelming. "Be our dirty girl," Lando groaned, his hands in my hair as he fucked my face.

George's thrusts became urgent, his breath ragged. "Cum with me," he grunted, and I screamed as another orgasm tore through me, my pussy contracting around him. He filled me with his cum, our juices dripping down my thighs.

The night continued, a blur of pleasure. In the bathtub, Lewis sat, his cock hard as I straddled him, lowering myself onto his length. My breasts bounced as I rode him, my hands gripping the tub. Carlos stood by, stroking his cock, watching my every move.

Grinding my hips, I cried out, my pussy clenching around Lewis. He groaned, his hands leaving marks on my thighs. "Your pussy feels so good," he grunted, his eyes rolling back. Offering my breasts to Carlos, I felt his mouth on my nipples as Lewis thrust up into me.

I bounced faster, my breath sharp as orgasm built again. "Let it go," Lewis groaned, his hips meeting my bounces. I cried out, my body convulsing, my pussy contracting violently. Lewis filled me with his cum, his hands pulling me down onto him.

In the hot tub, we relaxed, champagne in hand. They poured shots into my belly button, licking and sucking the liquid from my skin. The night turned to dawn, and we lay on the floor, satisfied and spent. I was in the middle, their cum covering my body, my hair tousled, and my makeup smudged. I looked at each of them, content and happy.

As the sun rose, I knew this night would be forever etched in my memory. I had given them pleasure, and they had taken me to heights of ecstasy I had never known before. It was a night of unleashed passion, and I couldn't wait for more.

The night was just getting started as we stepped out onto the balcony, the warm Las Vegas air hitting our skin. We'd already been partying for hours, drinking and flirting relentlessly. Now, the five of us—myself, Carlos, George, Lando, and Lewis—were ready to take things to the next level.

Carlos, with his thick Spanish accent, whispered in my ear, "Let's show these boys how a real man pleasures a woman." His breath sent shivers down my spine, and I knew this night would be one of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

Without wasting another moment, I dropped to my knees, looking up at these four handsome men. Their dicks were already hard, straining against their pants, and I wanted to taste each one of them. I started with Carlos, taking his thick cock in my mouth and sucking greedily. His hands tangled in my hair, guiding my pace as I moaned around him.

George, always the gentleman, caressed my shoulder gently before leaning down and whispering, "Let me taste her too." I felt his warm breath on my neck as he kissed his way down my body, his tongue trailing lower until he joined me, taking Lewis's cock into his mouth while I continued to pleasure Carlos.

Lando, the youngest of the group, couldn't contain his excitement any longer. He stood behind me, sliding his hands under my dress and grasping my breasts roughly. His fingers tweaked my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. "You like that, don't you, baby? You like being played with while you suck another man's cock."

His words made me moan even louder, my mouth filling with Carlos's length. Lewis, always the dominant one, growled, "She's not just gonna suck us off. I want to feel that tight pussy too."

With that, they helped me to my feet and led me back inside. The cool air conditioning sent goose bumps over my skin, and I shivered with anticipation. Lewis wasted no time, lifting me onto the edge of the table and spreading my legs wide. My dress was hiked up, exposing my bare pussy, and I gasped as I felt his tongue flick against my clit.

Carlos joined him, kissing me deeply as his fingers probed my wet hole. I could feel both their cocks pressing against my legs, and I wanted nothing more than to feel them inside me.

George and Lando stood beside us, stroking their hard cocks as they watched the show. "She's so fucking wet," George said, his voice hoarse with desire. "Look at her pussy, glistening and ready for us."

Lando stepped closer, his fingers joining Carlos's as they stretched me open, preparing me for what was to come. "She's so tight. We're gonna have to open her up nice and wide."

I whimpered as their fingers worked me, my body already buzzing with pleasure. "Please... I need you all inside me."

With that, Carlos and Lewis positioned themselves at my entrance. I felt the head of Carlos's cock push against my hole, and then he was sliding inside, filling me up. At the same time, Lewis pushed into my mouth, his cock throbbing as I sucked him eagerly.

"Fuck, that's tight," Carlos groaned, his hips thrusting gently as he stretched me open.

Lewis held my head in his hands as he fucked my mouth, his cock hitting the back of my throat. "Suck it, baby. Take it all."

The sensation of being filled by these two men was overwhelming, and I could feel my orgasm building already. Then, without warning, George and Lando joined us, their cocks in their hands as they stroked themselves against my body.

George rubbed his cock between my breasts, coating them with his pre-cum. "Titty fuck me while they use that tight pussy and mouth."

Lando, always eager, positioned himself at my ass. "Move over, Carlos. I want a turn in that sweet hole."

And so, they took turns, one by one, using my body for their pleasure. I was overwhelmed with sensation—their cocks pounding into me, their hands grasping my hips, breasts, and hair. I was theirs to use, and the power dynamic drove me wild.

They explored every inch of my body, fucking me on the balcony as the city lights twinkled in the distance. I came relentlessly, my cries of pleasure mixing with their grunts and groans. We moved to the private pool, the cool water doing little to tame the heat between my legs. They took turns, one in my pussy and one in my mouth, as we floated in the water.

The night turned to early morning, but we showed no signs of slowing down. In the bedroom, they bound my wrists and ankles to the bedposts, stretching me out like their personal playground. They took shots, pouring champagne into my navel and licking it out, laughing as the alcohol dripped down my body.

They spanked my ass until it glowed red, leaving their handprints on my skin. Then, they took turns fucking me, one by one, never letting my holes go untouched for too long. I was theirs to use, and I loved every second of it.

In the shower, the warm water ran over our bodies as they took me against the wall, the tile cool against my chest as they pounded into me from behind. In the bath, I sat between their legs, sucking them off as they caressed my hair and moaned their encouragement.

As the sun began to rise, painting the sky with hues of pink and orange, we found ourselves in the hot tub. Our bodies were slick with sweat, cum, and desire as we coupled in various positions, the jet streams hitting my clit and sending me into a frenzy.

My orgasms were relentless, one blending into the next as they showed no mercy. They used my body to fulfill their every desire, and I was more than willing to submit to their needs.

On the floor, the cool marble a contrast to our hot skin, they fucked me one last time before the sun fully rose. I was on my hands and knees, my hair sticking to my sweat-soaked skin, as they took turns pounding into me, their balls slapping against my sensitive clit.

As the sun's first rays streamed through the window, they all came at once, filling me with their hot cum. I collapsed, my body spent and satisfied, into their waiting arms.

It had been a night of pure, unadulterated pleasure, and as we finally fell asleep, tangled together, I knew it was a memory I'd forever cherish.

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[mirohlayo]

F1 DRIVERS TAKING CARE OF YOU

ON YOUR PERIODS

including mclaren, ferrari, mercedes + verstappen, ricciardo & gasly

・WARNING : mention of period/cramp, fluff

・NOTE : i didn't wrote it in fem reader so this is for anyone who is menstruating

!! english is not my first language !!

ᦈ OSCAR PIASTRI 81

he would be the most caring and understanding boyfriend. he knows how painful your period cramps are and he hates seeing you suffer like this. so he does his best to help you, either by buying you your favorite snacks or putting a hot water bottle on your stomach. hums in your ear sweet words like "everything is okay" to boost up your mood. lots of kisses on your forehead to keep your energy. also he'll plan in advance your others periods to make sure he'll be ready to take care of you when they'll come back.

ᦈ LANDO NORRIS 4

poor boy would be completely lost at first. he doesn't really know what to do, he starts panicking because he doesn't know how to ease your pain. so he would call his sisters to get help and advices. he'll do everything they told him to do : buying you extra snacks, making hot tea and any warm drinks, start a stock of painkillers. he joins you in bed, tucking you close to his body and cuddle you with tons of kisses here and there. he would also gently massages your tummy because he thinks it ease the pain. literally became the sweetest boyfriend.

ᦈ CHARLES LECLERC 16

he doesn't think twice before running over the store to buy you your survival kit. i know for sure he would blush really hard when the cashier scans the pads right in front of him. but then run back again to your apartment to check on you. he won't leave your side, he's stuck with you until your periods end. he'll always ask you if you're fine, if you need anything, if you want something. when your only answer was "you" he'll get so shy but happily cuddles you, pressing some kisses on your poor tummy. he just hopes pain would disappear because he doesn't want to see you suffer.

ᦈ CARLOS SAINZ 55

like when you're sick, he knows how to deal with your periods. princess treatment on top. he would cook your favorite food and put your favorite movie on the tv. he keeps an eye on you from the kitchen and if he hears you growl from pain he's already next to you in a second. also prepares you a hot bath to relax your stomach from cramps. he'll put all his being and all his efforts to make sure your periods are a little less painful. he won't rest for a whole week, and of course he doesn't forget to fill you with so much love, like with soft kisses on your cheeks.

ᦈ LEWIS HAMILTON 44

literally the softest boy ever. he hates when you're on your periods because it looks like you're going to die. he perfectly knows what to give you. all you need to do is to rest on the bed and the rest he takes care of. he's just so caring, so sweet and gentle with you. he would constantly rub your stomach, sometimes pressing a hot water bottle on it. he'll also play with your hair, just do anything to distract you from the pain. he makes sure your full attention is on him and not on your cramps. and if so, he'll curse the cramps because they make his poor baby suffer.

ᦈ GEORGE RUSSEL 63

he would 50% knows how to handle it and 50% messes up. like of course he's aware of your cramps and how much it is painful. but he's thinking about one million ways to help you to go through it that he ends up getting headaches. he would do literally anything he thinks is good for you. some things work and some just worsen the pain. and he'll panic about it, stress fills his body. but you reassure him, and after you told him what he needed to do, everything was finally okay. he becomes so much caring, and he's so gentle with his touches. he'll learn about it and you can count on him to make you feel better, thanks to his cuddles.

ᦈ MAX VERSTAPPEN 33

periods ? he always forget them, but don't worry he's always ready to help you and to take care of you. he gives you extra comfort and extra treats. tea, snacks, hot things to soothe the pain. if you crave something he'll literally search it everywhere for you. his lover needs the best treatment during periods. but i feel like he would be curious about it, and while you're laying on the bed he'll ask you about periods and how painful it is. just to understand better in order to be the perfect caring boyfriend for your next periods.

ᦈ DANIEL RICCIARDO 3

what is even periods ? first time you told him you were on your periods he didn't get it. but then he saw your painful face and he knew something was wrong. when it's your first day he always stresses, he doesn't know how to act anymore. like completely lost. but he quickly put himself together and manage to take care of you. he's for sure joking about it sometimes, like teasing you gently just to put a smile on your face. but he knows how painful it is and so he always ends up in your arms, his head on your tummy as he sleeps and strokes your waist. he hopes this ease your cramps.

ᦈ PIERRE GASLY 10

he transforms into a strict boyfriend. because he wants you to rest for your whole periods time. he asks you every minutes if you're good and if you need anything. you just keep saying that you're all okay but still he's not completely relaxed. if you sigh softly he's already overthinking about it, thinking something is wrong. so to calm him, he would pull you into his arms, your head on his chest. kisses the top of your head and rubbing your stomach with one hand. he'll end up sleeping with you too, and dream about how long your periods will be, because he can't hold seeing you suffer from it.

[annewithaneofthegreengable]

Kinktober - Day 15

15th — keeping quiet, Peter Bonnington

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Prompt: You visit your husband in his office, and you end up playing a rather dangerous game when he has to join in with an online call with his team.

As you stepped into your husband's office, a mischievous glint sparkled in your eyes. You had no intention of simply sitting quietly while he worked. The way he looked so focused, brow furrowed and lips pressed together, only made the idea that much more tempting.

He glanced up from his laptop, offering you a small smile as you made your way around the desk to stand behind him. "Hey, darling. I've got a quick call with the team in a few minutes. It won't take long," he said, turning back to his screen, completely unaware of the game you had in mind.

Your hands found his shoulders, massaging them gently as if to lull him into a sense of ease. "Don't worry. I won't be any trouble," you whispered into his ear, leaning down so your breath tickled the back of his neck. His body tensed slightly, not in discomfort, but in anticipation.

The moment he clicked into the online call, joining his team, you decided to push the boundaries. As the team greeted each other through their cameras, your fingers trailed down his chest, brushing against the buttons of his shirt. He shot you a warning glance, but it only made you smirk.

While he kept his cool, responding to a question, your hand slipped lower, teasingly brushing over his belt. His jaw tightened as he tried to maintain his professional demeanour, but you could tell he was struggling. Every touch, every movement of your hand made it harder for him to concentrate. As you lined yourself up with Peter’s cock, a loud, filthy moan squeezed free from your lungs, your head tipping back in bliss as you impaled yourself on your husband’s perfect cock. It felt as exquisite as it always did, Peter’s thick girth stretching out your tight little hole as he slid inside you. Your moan turned into a high-keening sound as you pushed down further on him, the sound filling his office. He sank deeper into his plush leather office chair, one of his hands resting possessively against your lower back. Your lips curled and you smirked against Peter’s neck, nuzzling into him as you felt his cock shift inside you. You squeezed him with your inner walls and he let out a nearly silent snort before responding to his boss. 

“Are you ok, Peter?” 

“Don’t worry about me, boss,” he drawled. “I’m well taken care of.” Peter’s hand smoothed up and down your spine, making you purr softly in his ear. 

All the while, you rocked your hips as fast as you dared, which wasn’t nearly fast enough. Peter felt good inside you, but your every movement, your every breath was restrained. It made everything hotter, but it also meant you couldn’t truly let yourself give in to the pleasure of him. 

You needed more, you needed Peter to fuck you. 

Whimpering into Peter’s beard to muffle the sound, you whined his name in the quietest voice you could manage, “Bono.” 

Peter’s hand slipped around the front of your throat, his fingers digging into the sides in a way that made you clench around his cock, your lips parting in a silent moan. Pressing his mouth to your ear, he growled, “Hush, darling, or do you want me to make you be quiet?”

It took you the briefest of seconds to answer his question, your hips bouncing on his lap as you chanted, “Make me, sir, make me.”

“Boss, can we have a 10-minute break? I have something that I need to finish, it’s urgent.”

“Sure, take all the time you need. I need you to stay concentrated when you’re back.”

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[prettypynklemonade]

The Scent of You

A Jason Todd Story

Written by: @prettypynklemonade

Proofread by: @trippinsorrows

cw/tw: sexual themes, obsessive behavior, dub con, mature language, violence, intimacy (If I'm missing any tags pls let me know and I'll edit to add)

We only accept compliments and CONSTRUCTIVE criticisms

Word count: 800

Jason was screwed. 

He wasn’t entirely sure when you became the only thing he was capable of thinking of but it was starting to become a huge problem. 

Starting with Tim thawing him out after a botched patrol on Mr. Freeze because he was too busy zoning out trying to decipher the exact color of your hair, or when Dick had to carry him back to the mansion because he got stabbed in the leg during a fight with Victor Zsasz while thinking about what your favorite coffee flavor might be. 

He'd never been distracted in the field before but he was struggling with caring about that. Struggling with thinking about anything not related to you. Because what was more important than you?

But you couldn’t have been that important to him, right? You’ve only known him for a year and while you’ve definitely gotten closer, there’s no way he was obsessed with you… 

Except… 

He definitely was. 

He found himself thinking about all aspects of you. Writing down notes about how you loved sour candy (the song and the flavor.) How you could recite all of Hamilton from memory, but couldn’t remember if you turned the lights off before you left the apartment. He loved that you were double jointed, but also the clumsiest person he had ever met.

But his favorite thing about you was how you smelled. 

It was never quite the same, but it was always exquisite. Sometimes it was floral, and when he was massaging your scalp after you washed your hair, he wondered if you’d be mad that he used your shampoo to get himself off. 

Other times it was fruity and it reminded him of a ripe peach and how you would get so wet you would drip down his fingers while he was going down on you. 

The worst is when it was musky. Because then he could only imagine the scene of you on your knees taking all of him, like no one had ever done before. 

Your scent drove him crazier than any prank Steph could pull on him, or any villain he could go up against. The way you smelled was an aphrodisiac like no other. There was just one thing missing... 

It all came to a head that night when you walked through the door looking absolutely exhausted. You shut the door behind you, tossed your keys into the bowl on the table and shrugged your jacket off onto the loveseat in the living room. You walked over to Jason who was sitting on the couch watching Vanderpump Rules, not that he would ever admit it to any of his siblings, and plopped down next to him.

You we’re tired as fuck and could only think about the douche who spilled a whole pot of coffee on your apron and later, got so drunk that you had to help carry him to his friends car. 

But Jason’s mind was elsewhere. He smelled you the second you walked in the door, and you smelled off… Like something? No, someone else. He glanced over at your tired face and knew you weren’t aware of how his obsession with your scent was driving him crazy, but he knew what he had to do to fix it. 

He slowly stood, hovering over your worn out body and picked you up, lifting with his knees. You tried protesting, but knew it was futile. When Jason wanted to care for you, there was nothing you could do to stop him. 

He brought you into the bathroom and slowly began undressing you. He took his time. It wasn’t sexual, but it was intimate. Once you were down to just your undergarments, you expected him to be all over you teasing your panties off with his teeth, but he surprised you by lifting your arms above your head, taking your undergarments off and placing your body into the shower. 

He washed your body with great care, allowing you to relax against him while he took his time cleaning the smell of the day off of you, replacing it with what you could only assume was his body wash, because while it definitely didn’t smell like yours, you were too tired to stop him. 

When you both exited the shower, you expected him to be done helping you relax that evening, but with Jason, you could never predict his next steps. He started covering your body with Shea butter lotion and putting your braids in a bonnet. He carried you to your shared bedroom and started looking through his drawer. Before you could protest, he’d had your arms above your head again and his shirt was making its way onto your body. 

You looked down at the black shirt, with the Arkham Knight logo with confusion, but when you glanced up at your favorite person in the city, all he could say, with a glint in his eye, was “I just wanted you to smell like me.”

[totowlff]

chapter forty-seven — bounce back

➝ elisabeth share her thoughts with her father, who doesn't hold back

➝ word count: 1,8k

➝ warnings: mentions of death and emotional distress

➝ author’s note: a short one to celebrate that is not race week!

NOVEMBER, 2018

Elisabeth couldn't remember the last time she had watched a Formula 1 race away from the circuit, sitting in the comfort of a sofa. And she was sure her father didn't remember either.

 Sitting next to her, Niki had his blue eyes fixed on the board. With his red cap on his head and his arms crossed, he seemed less than pleased with the overtake that Max Verstappen had just made over Lewis Hamilton. However, his expression, as well as his grumpy comments about the team's strategy, were secondary to Elisabeth.

 It was unbelievable that he was still there.

After the treatment alternatives were exhausted and Doctor Idzko stated that Niki needed an urgent transplant within a week to have a chance of surviving, Elisabeth was unable to avoid the sadness that came over her. She didn't feel like going to the factory in England, much less attending the races in the circuits on her father's behalf. She just wanted to stay by Niki's side, taking care of him, trying to enjoy those last moments with him.

Until a phone call changed the course of Niki's situation. A donation of a pair of possibly compatible lungs rekindled hope in the whole family. The operation was carried out successfully on the first day of August and, fortunately, his body accepted the new organs well. His release from the hospital, just over two months later, marked what her father called his “third life”.

And he was making the most of it.

— What? — Niki grunted, looking sideways at her daughter.

— Nothing.

— You're looking at me with a strange face.

She just gave a small smile.

— Just enjoying your presence — Elisabeth replied, stretching her arm towards him — I missed you, you know?

The former driver took her hand affectionately, his thumb caressing her skin.

— Something told me you did.

— Was it my daily visits?

— No, in fact it was Toto.

Elisabeth rolled her eyes.

— He can't keep that mouth shut...

— In fact, when it comes to you, he's completely incapable — Niki murmured, his eyes shifting to the screen, where the radio transcript indicated that the Mercedes was preparing for a double pit stop. He pursed his lips as he watched the silver car with the number 77 stuck on its nose enter the pit straight, seeming to evaluate the choice made by the strategists.

A few seconds later, it was Lewis's turn to enter the pits, while Red Bull Racing's Max Verstappen increased his lead.

— They shouldn't have put these super soft ones...

— Why?

— Since the FIA ​​ordered the holes in the wheels to be closed, this car has lost performance on these types of tires. The best thing was to start with the soft ones, like the Ferrari…

Looking at the leaderboard, Elisabeth raised an eyebrow.

— Not that they're better than us, right? — she commented, while the narrator spoke of Kimi Räikkönen and Sebastian Vettel's difficulty in remaining in second and third position, respectively — They still need to stop, don't they?

— That doesn't mean they're not capable of catching up to us, especially with worn-out tires — Niki muttered, looking at the screen.

She didn't say anything, after all, he was the one who knew everything about Formula 1 — at least from a technical point of view — and, in a way, that was what made them a good pair at the negotiating table. The memory of their last meeting together, in Brackley, made her smile.

However, it was short-lived, as a sharp kick towards the ribs made Elisabeth hiss.

— Any problem? — the ex-driver asked — Is that my granddaughter?

— You should stop with this granddaughter thing, you know? — she grunted, massaging the side of her belly in an attempt to move her child's foot away — And yes, it's the baby.

— I know it's a girl, Mauslein, there's no point in complaining — Niki said — Is she kicking you?

— More specifically my ribs — Elisabeth murmured, squeaking with the new kick. It was something she had noticed over the last few weeks and, according to her research and the app she was using, it was completely normal, but it was still uncomfortable, not to mention painful.

Her father slid across the couch, sitting closer to her. Then, placing one hand on her protruding belly, he began to caress it.

— You should give your mother a break, mausi — Niki said in the direction of her belly, while being watched by her daughter — Kicking her won't make you leave any faster, you know?

Elisabeth smiled a little.

— Maybe it would be better if it came soon, wouldn't it?

— Why?

— So you can meet it.

Niki frowned.

— She doesn't need to rush into this world. Until she's here, I'm not going anywhere.

There were a few seconds of hesitation, the race narration being the only sound that prevented the environment from falling into complete silence.

— I was scared — Elisabeth whispered.

— Of what?

— That you wouldn’t meet the baby.

The former pilot withdrew his hand, a skeptical expression on his face.

— Elisabeth — he said in a reprimanding tone.

— Dad, you were lying in a hospital bed, breathing on machines and with all the doctors telling you that you would only get out of there if a pair of lungs fell from the sky — she began to speak, her eyes wet — What do you imagine I would think?

— That you have no power to change my ending — Niki replied, dryly.

It hit her like a punch. Tears ran down her cheeks, thick and bitter.

— Dad…

— Elisabeth, you can't do anything about this. I'm going to die, it's a fact.

— But I wanted you to meet the baby…

— And what difference would it make if she met me?

She stared at him for long seconds, her lower lip trembling. Upon realizing that his daughter wasn't going to say anything, the former pilot let out a long sigh.

— I know I said I wanted to see you become a mother, but that doesn't mean I need to see it. You don't need me for that...

— I need it, dad! — Elisabeth exclaimed, gesturing with her hands — How am I going to be a mother without you?

— As far as I know, I've already done my part in this process, which was putting you into the world and raising you. From there, it's up to you, Mauslein.

— But who will help me…

— This child's father — her father cut her off — And, as far as I know, he had two other children before this, so he doesn't lack experience.

Elisabeth didn't dare look at Niki, feeling like a scolded kid.

— Tell me, do you remember your grandparents at any of your birthday parties? — he asked.

— No.

— Because they didn't go to them. Well, there was no way they could go, since when you were born, both my father and your mother's parents had already died. And it's okay, you didn't miss them at all...

— Didn't you miss it? — Elisabeth stammered.

— No, Mauslein. Because what you needed was me and your mother, not your grandmother. In fact, I don't think she would do anything much other than judge your brothers for riding motorbikes and you for not straightening your hair, so it was even better that way.

Feeling a kick from the baby, she looked at her belly wistfully, resting her hand on the curve formed under the dress she was wearing. Her father, as it always seemed, was right. She had grown up without her grandparents around and visits to the woman who had inspired her name could be counted on her fingers.

However, if her father wasn't interested in bringing his children closer to Mrs. Lauda, ​​Elisabeth didn't think the same way. She wanted to have Niki around, she wanted him to create the bond that, even though he hadn't missed it, was still something special.

— You don't want to be around, then? — she asked softly.

Her father snorted.

— Is that what you understood, Elisabeth? — Niki returned, without waiting for a response to continue — What I want to say is that my granddaughter doesn't need me around, in the same way that you didn't need Ernst. But that doesn't mean I won't be around, on the contrary. Someone needs to make sure Toto doesn't spoil my granddaughter.

A shy smile appeared on her face.

— He won’t spoil it…

— He won't, I won't let him — the ex-pilot said, chuckling.

Running a hand over her cheek, Elisabeth wiped away the tear that was sitting there, before looking back at the television, where a Red Bull appeared to have had some trouble.

— And this is Max Verstappen, the leader of the race, he spun on the way down the hill — the narrator exclaimed, as the camera moved away, showing a pink Force India car — Did they make contact?

— I'm not sure what that Force India was trying to do at that point, as a straggler — the commentator said.

The onboard image confirmed that there had been a dispute between the Dutchman and the Frenchman, who seemed to want to fight for space on the track despite being one lap behind, in 16th position. While Verstappen cursed his gridmate over the radio, Elisabeth looked at her father with wide eyes.

— Do you think he will make it back?

— He'll probably just need to change the tires — Niki replied — But that's good for Lewis. Very good.

In fact, that was good. Good enough for the Mercedes stickered with the number 44 to cross the finish line first. The flag made Elisabeth squeal, clapping her hands excitedly while her father smiled proudly. Giving the former driver a hug, she kissed his cheek.

— Another title, dad — she said, smiling.

— And there are five, now! — Niki replied, before pointing to the television.

On the screen, Toto appeared celebrating effusively alongside Bradley. The scene filled Elisabeth's heart with warmth, a silly smile appearing on her lips. A smile of admiration for the man she had chosen to spend the rest of her life with.

— I think he did fine without us, don't you? — she asked, giving her father a mischievous look.

— Yes, it was.

— Hi, my world champion — she greeted him with a small smile.

— Hi, my love — the team principal replied, returning the smile — Another one for the shelf, did you see?

— I saw it, my father and I saw it — Elisabeth said, turning the cell phone slightly to the side so that Niki was on the screen. Her father tilted his head slightly before theatrically taking off his cap without saying a word. It wasn't like he needed it, since that gesture said it all.

He was satisfied with what he had seen.

— I hope the result lived up to your expectations, Mr. Lauda.

— Couldn't have done a better job, Toto.

— Thank you, Niki.

— Now, we have to continue working for the sixth. And this is going to be a challenge, my friend.

[honeybadger16]

How f1 drivers would cuddle with you

Pairings: C.L., C.S., M.V., C.P., L.H., G.R., P.G., L.N., D.R., and M.S. x reader

Warnings: fluff??

a/u: I didn't write all for all the drivers on the grid, just the ones I had inspiration to write for, if I didn't write for a driver you wanted to read about please message me and I'll write for them too :))) I hope you enjoy!

Charles Leclerc

Charles would want to cuddle 24/7 with you if he could. He'd prefer to be the big spoon so he can wrap his hands around you and pull you closer to him. He also likes to smell your shampoo/perfume when he leans in to give small kisses on your neck. The type of cuddler that brings you closer to him when you try to get out of bed.

Carlos Sainz

Carlos would move to cuddle with you when a movie is playing or the two of you are just relaxing on the couch. He likes it when you lay your head on his chest so he can play with your hair and still pay attention to the screen in front of him. At night, the set up is usually the same, especially when he had been gone from home for a longer period of time, he holds you closer to him by wrapping an arm around you.

Max Verstappen

Max is the biggest softie. Usually cuddles before bed and loves being the small spoon, but he'll never say it out loud. Wrapping your arms and legs around his taller body puts him right to sleep. He likes holding your hands when they're around him. His cats usually stay at the end of the bed with the two of you. Bonus points if you play with his hair.

Checo Perez

I can see Checo moving around a lot when it comes to cuddling, but he wants to feel a part of you at all times. He would like it when you put your hands on his chest and talk with him about your guy's day before falling asleep. He also likes to cuddle right after the both of you shower and use the lotion he really likes on you.

Sir Lewis Hamilton

O lord, where do I begin. He would be a 10/10 cuddler. He would help you pick out the most comfortable (and stylish) pajamas to wear while he would probably to go bed without a shirt. Having Roscoe next to the two of you is a must and sometimes you wake up with him in the middle of you two. Lewis wouldnt mind any position, but he prefers being the big spoon. He would go all out too, preparing a bath for the two of you, massaging you with the best oils, and doing skin care together.

George Russell

Refuses to be the little spoon. (You've convinced him once or twice) Being taller than most people he would want his body wrapped around yours when cuddling. He also doesn't wear a shirt to bed and opts for long pants or shorts. Likes to go on his phone right before bed and tell you all the gossip he reads about (Pierre sends him screenshots).

Pierre Gasly

I think Pierre is the type to sleep naked lol. But if he has to wear something, you'll usually see him in boxers. Cuddling with Pierre would be a treat because he's either staying up late to play video games with Yuki or waking up early to go work out. I also see him being a radiator, emitting a lot of heat when he is sleeping. Pierre prefers to sleep on his back so anything position like that works for him.

Lando Norris

Lando would interesting to cuddle with,,, this boy would move around 100 times in one night. First he'd be the big spoon, move to sleep on your chest, and finally sleep in a starfish position lol. Lando will cuddle with you in the daytime preferably. He usually has you sit on his lap like a koala when he is gaming on his computer. When Lando loses in a game he'll accidentally curse in your ear, but give you lots of kisses to make up for it.

Daniel Ricciardo

Daniel's love language is physical touch and being near you all the time. It is a necessity to cuddle with him after returning from a trip. He'll be the big spoon and dig his face in your neck bringing you close as physically possible. If you're facing each other he'll trace the lines on your face bringing you to sleep faster. Daniel is a light snorer and feels bad about it lol.

Mick Schumacher

Mick is such a cute cuddler. He loves to have the air conditioning on blast, so expect him to have like three blankets. However, he's a blanket hogger and will have all three blankets on him. He would want to hug you, facing you and having your legs intertwined. Mick is a light sleeper, so every movement you make he'll notice.

[daisybianca]

pairing: lewis hamilton x femalereader

summary: netflix and chill turned quite... naughty

warnings: smut, language, teasing, female receiving sex

TONIGHT WAS DATE night.

Mostly due to the fact that you headed to Lewis' house to Netflix and chill.

Also, partly because you already knew it was going to be so much more than just a cozy night with you and your boyfriend enjoying each other's company.

Arriving there, he greeted you with an endearing smile. Coming in, you smell the scent of buttery popcorn.

“What are we watching today?”

“I’ve heard great things about this new movie, let’s check it out.”

You both proceed to watch the movie, snuggling up under the blanket.

It felt like pure bliss to you.

You had trouble focusing on the plot as his fingers intertwined with yours under the blankets. Lewis' warmth and gentle wafts of his cologne entranced you. As he concentrated on the movie you leaned in, pecking his cheek gently.

His eyes darted to meet yours.

“Come here.” Lewis grinned.

You got up and placed yourself between his legs, learning your back into his chest, you felt warm and secure. You felt so close, his heart beating on your back, breath brushing past your ears.

Slowly, you felt his hands move under your top, settling upon your breast.

You looked back to see his cheeky smile.

“Watch the movie.” Lewis teased.

He massaged your breasts, squeezing gently, pushing them together.

You were no longer aware of what was going on in the film, focusing on the sensations of his touch.

Slowly, your boyfriend played with your nipples, pinching and pulling. Moans you tried to hold back spilled from your lips as you twitched between him.

Before you realised, you felt a hardness against your back.

“I’m sorry, you’re too perfect.” Lewis admitted, “Are you sleepy? Let's go to bed, baby.”

You nodded in submission.

Closing the tv, he led you into his queen-sized bed. You laid down as he crawled on top of you. His face drew near as you closed your eyes. First starting at your lips, he sucked your bottom lip, then moves to your right ear. He nippled on the rim of your ear, sending electric tingles down your body. You moaned as he lift your top and latched to your nipples. Swirling and flicking his tongue on your nipple, your head felt like it was spinning.

“Wanna take it off for me?” Lewis suggests.

You complied and took off all your clothes as he did the same with his too.

“Your body is divine.” He whispers, making you feel embarrassed

Slowly, he came between your legs, spreading them. His fingers placed on your clit, he gently rubbed you. Circling your entrance, he inserted a finger, making you moan.

He bended his finger within you, making you twitch and pant even more.

“P-Please, Lewis, I-” You said out of breath. "Stop teasing already."

“Okay, baby.” Lewis replied. Positioning himself to your wetness, he pushed in you.

He stretched you till you are fully connected, finally as one, both of you sigh heavily. Slowly, he moved in and out. Faster and faster, the pace increased. Thrusting into your sweet place, he drew out moans you didn’t know you could make. Staring at him through half closed eyes, he towered over you and pummeled you repeatedly. “I’m gonna- ... I’m gonna cu-…”

You couldn’t finish your sentences as a indescribable sensation built up in your abdomen.

Lewis suddenly stopped his movements.

As if taking candy from a baby, you felt an overwhelming disappointment, begging to be relieved of this pent-up lust.

“Not yet, baby.”

His strong toned arms lifted and flipped you with ease.

Putting you in doggy position, he lift your ass and thrusted himself into you, driving your face into the soft bed and earning a long sigh from you. Picking up the pace, he went deeper and rougher each thrust.

You tightly grasp the bed sheets, knuckles turning white as your sanity starts slipping each second.

“Please… harder!” You whimper

“That's my girl.”

You felt a hand slap across the side of your ass making you gasp. Lewis proceeded to grab both your wrists, holding them tight behind you and lifting you off the bed. He continued slamming into you from behind.

You could no longer hear yourself, just the slapping sounds created as he pleasured you and the loud creaking of the bed being rocked.

“Baby, I’m gonna-” He muttered. There was no need to finish that sentence for you to realize what was about to happen

“Me too!” You manage to breathe out.

With aggressive force, he pushed you back onto you back, into missionary, and entered you with urgency. Rocking his hips faster than before, you pant for air as your eyes roll back. Muttering sweet nothings, you wrapped your arms around him, nails clawing, holding on for dear life.

You both hold your breath as your climax rolled out of you, like the wall of a dam breaking, your waters flww and crashed down.

“F-fuck."

He released a loud groan, a moan resonating deep within. Furrowing his brows, he gained control.

Slowly and gently, Lewis rided out your climax, dragging on the pleasure for both of you. Till finally, he stopped his movements. Staying in place, he stared gently in your eyes. He leaned down, softly placing his lips on your forehead.

“I’m so lucky.”

You moved aside as he collapsed next to you. You melt in his embrace, and both fell soundly asleep, without a care in the world.

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Congrats on 500 followers! Such an exciting milestone! Can I ask for a celebration ship (ideally 2 lol)? I’d describe myself as introverted, intellectual, and a walking shitpost lol I love music (literally all kinds), books (I have a booktube channel), coffee, video games, and touching grass. I’m plus size and I go to the gym everyday and I’ve been doing archery for almost 25 years (I’m not as old as that makes me sound; I’ve been shooting for most of my life) and I am an Olympic-style competitor (I’m not good enough for the Olympics yet, but a girl can dream). I have a degree in English lit/creative writing and I work in the legal field. My friends would describe me as the dependable one, the one who always shows up, the one who gives the beat hugs, and the one most likely to go to war on their behalf. In a partner I look for someone I can laugh A LOT with, someone who can talk about literally anything and who is interested in lots of things, and someone who REALLY likes cuddling.

Thank you so much in advance! Your work is so good and I’m so excited to keep reading. Here’s to another 500!

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hello love! thank you so so much for sending in your request! omg you sound so interesting and cool 😭 I really had to do a little thinking about who I was gonna put you with 👀 but I think I got it? happy reading! mimi

LEWIS HAMILTON ᝰ.ᐟ₊ ⊹ - calls you darling and love - loves, loves, LOVES your thighs! they're so cosy and comfy. he's also obsessed with your hips - his love language is physical touch and acts of service - nothing he loves more than a cuddle session with you and he is a firm believer that there's nothing a cuddle can't fix

as an athlete himself, lewis knows how much time and dedication you have to put into becoming one of the best and so he loves supporting you on your journey for that. he comes to as many practices and competitions as he can and he loves to offer up his physiotherapist for you to use too! of course now and again he loves to try things out himself and rather annoyingly it doesn't take him long to get the hang of it! of course it's always nice seeing his arms and hands flex when he tries so do you actually mind?

the two of you spend plenty of evenings listening to music together whether it's new tunes on spotify or golden oldies on vinyl. lewis loves to gently tap out the rhythms on your hands and hips as he holds them and it's easily a soothing motion that helps if you ever get overwhelmed while out with him.

lewis understands that your job can be stressful and so he loves to help you unload as much as he can at the end of the day. if he's far away he's right there on facetime, smiling at you as you cuddle with roscoe on the couch and rant to him. or if he's in person, he's offering a back massage, shoulder massage, starting to make dinner and telling you to go an shower the day away while he puts your cosy clothes in the dryer.

"love?" lewis emerges from the garden where he's been doing a light workout, "where'd you go?" he's not concerned at the lack of response, he knows you've had a lot of work you've been focusing on lately and so he surmises you've probably fallen asleep somewhere. roscoe is nowhere to be found either, having grown bored of watching lewis' workout halfway through and plodding back into the house, so lewis knows he'll find the two of you curled up either on the couch or the bed.

walking through the living room, the couch is empty and so he heads straight for the bedroom. he quietly opens the door, smiling to himself at the sound of your heavy breathing and roscoe's snoring. he closes the door and showers as fast as he possibly can. his body craving yours and needing to be close to you. once he's showered, he emerges into your shared bedroom once more, pulling his sweatpants on and carefully sliding into bed behind you. wrapping an arm around you, you shift in your sleep, nose wrinkling slightly as you're disturbed. it doesn't take more than a soft 'shhh' and kiss to the head from lewis before you're settled once more, body naturally wriggling closer to him a little more as you seek his body heat. lewis closes his eyes with a happy hum. this is his favourite place.

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CHARLES LECLERC ᝰ.ᐟ₊ ⊹ - calls you mon amour or mon ange - charles loves your smile! whether it's your soft half-asleep smile first thing in the morning or a massive grin that greets him when he gets home after a long triple-header - his love language is quality time - he could spend hours praising you for the smallest things, just to watch the way you melt and flourish under his love and adoration. to him, you're a goddess!

charles loves that you're his shy little bookworm! he's that much in love with you that he's turned one of the big windows of his monaco apartment into your reading nook; complete with cosy chair, shelves, lighting and a small coffee table with a mug warmer to keep your coffee at the right temperature all the time! one of his favourite ways to pass the time when he's home is to sit and play piano while you read. he tells you it's a good exercise in practicing different styles and emotions of song. he'll ask you what mood the scene you're reading is and start playing accordingly.

he loves to watch you make videos for your youtube channel and often adds his opinion. your followers love it so much that it turns into a regular weekly segment on your channel! charles is in awe that your degree is in creative writing and is summoning up the courage to ask you to write a bedtime story he can gift and read to his niece for her birthday.

he knows you're the dependable friend, he sees it in the way you are with the people around you. but he also knows that that can sometimes be a little tiring and difficult when you yourself are struggling and so he becomes your dependable person. he loves being able to do the little things for you to make it easier.

the rain gently patters against the window of your apartment as grey clouds roll over the harbours of monaco. but here in your apartment with charles, it's warm and cosy and homely. it's a rare weekend that he's home and you've been spending time existing together. you've been reading while he plays piano, a new composition brewing in his head and now in his phone voice memos but now a sleepy atmosphere is settling over the apartment.

charles leans against the big L-shaped couch as you lay in-between his legs. his hands gently run up and down your sides as you lazily hum the tune he was playing barely five minutes earlier. he lets out a breath of laughter and smiles down at you, one hand coming up to stroke your head as you tilt your head up. he stares at you for a moment, just enjoying having you in his lap. his finger gently traces your face. across your cheeks, up your nose, across your bottom lip. he grins at you, completely lovesick as your eyelashes flutter shut and you sigh. leaning down he kisses you softly once, then again and once more.

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Husband of the Princess Royal

Featuring Sir Timothy Laurence, Husband to the Princess Royal

The first time was an accident. Well… it wasn't technically an accident. But I certainly didn't plan on sucking the cock of the Princess Royal's husband that day. I had met Timothy (sorry, make that Vice Admiral Sir Timothy James Hamilton Laurence, KCVO, CB, ADC, CSM) in passing a couple times and instantly got a chubby each time. Earlier that very day, he had been in the lounge, a fixture by Anne's side as I admired him wearing a very jaunty fedora, his carefully cut clothes, and the way they hugged his ass.

When it happened, I was on a walk with His Majesty, King Charles on the grounds of Balmoral Castle where the Royal Family spend their summer holiday. I was attached to his hip, figuratively and later literally: being the first of many royals that seemed drawn to me.

We were out for a walk in the woods, with the both of us feeling horny, away from prying eyes. We had just taken our cocks out as Charles looked at me in the cutest way, begging for approval.

Before long we were jacking it together, then I got him to blow me. He was very horny this afternoon and sucked on my cock with more interest than before. I was getting into it, barely resisting forcing my entire length down his throat as he jerked himself off wildly.

I didn't last long as His Majesty was bobbing on my cock like crazy, I was ready to burst. I was yelling something profane, nearly screaming as the two of us were cuming at the same time. I, punching an enormous load deep into his royal throat and him dropping an equally big load at my feet.

That's how Sir Laurence found us. I don't know how long he was watching. I noticed him standing there only after coming down from my orgasm, my legs shuddering and twitching into Charles' mouth.

We quickly pulled apart, His Majesty standing up as though to put distance between us, all absurd panic. I slipped my cock back into my fly but didn't bother to zip up.

Charles stared from his brother in-law to me, unable to speak before quickly walking off as if to leave me to deal with the situation.

Anne's husband looked at me with the knowledge that his brother-in-law, king of all Britain, had just been sucking my cock. And in that moment, I knew. I could tell he wanted me. I knew it instinctively, in the same way I had known with Charles and Andrew, even before I saw his bulge. Sir Laurence had some latent homosexuality in him, and he wanted me.

Well... I'm the fixer to the king of England. And it's time to go to work.

"Are you or Her Royal Highness in need of my services?" I asked as I took a small step towards him.

"What... kind of services?" Sir Lawrence asked as I could see it working on him. The knowledge that his wife and brother-in-law were somewhere on the grounds and when would they return. 

I was now with-in inches of his handsome face, eye to eye with him not moving an inch since I first saw him. I couldn't resist, but I reached up and touched his face. He didn't pull back or move away, but just kept staring into my eyes. I couldn't believe he was being so receptive to my advances as I started to rub my dick against his and felt the enormous steel in his pants.

"You really want to know? I could show you." I said as I slid my hand up under the sweater, massaging his chest and nipples over the shirt before heading down his body.

With his lips quivering, he nodded yes as my hand finally reached its objective and I started to unzip him. I reached in through the fly of his slacks and found what I was looking for. It was big, but not absurdly so, the uncut tool was a perfect thickness, and I grabbed the root of his stiff 8 inches with my right hand so I could lick the mushroom-head. 

The sound of Sir Lawrence groaning as my lips slid down the length of his cock was music to my ears, and after a couple of trips down his cock I was able to take almost all of him in. Torn between wanting this to last until my jaws locked up and understanding that someone like Princess Anne could come down this path at any time, I tried to strike a happy balance. Teasing him with my tongue in between deepthroating him until the tip of his dick hit the back of my throat, I think I was making an impression, judging by the way he was was running his fingers through my scalp in between grabbing my head hard. I had him right where I wanted him.

His pre-cum tasted like cream as I flicked at the tender opening, enjoying the sight of the tiny tuft of salt and pepper curls above his member, the network of veins at the base of his thick shaft, and that tongue play made his sap trickle out even faster.

"Anne doesn't suck your cock like this does she?" I asked. 

"No… not at all." He answered as I slapped his throbbing masterpiece against my lips and then my tongue. 

"Sir Lawrence, I hope you can keep everything that happened here a secret." I said as I kissed the pink velvety head and pressed my tongue in the opening of it. 

"Not a word…" He moaned in pleasure.

Deciding that Sir Lawrence needed to cum, and I needed to taste his load, so I went to work for real. I was going to milk this old bastard and leave him wanting more. Cupping my tongue around the shaft of his cock in my mouth, I began to move my head up and down the whole length of his throbbing missile. The wonderful aroma of his crotch was really turning me on. 

My lips slid up and down his cock intensely, while from above I heard Sir Lawrence warn me about something that I knew was happening the way his tool throbbed in my mouth. I gasped but didn't choke as he erupted, sending what felt like an absurd amount of warm seed down my throat, and after weathering the initial blasts I found myself trying to suck him dry while trying to swallow his deflating cock, with my fingers digging into his buttocks to keep him close. I savored the taste of him as I pulled off and looked up at him. His eyes were closed, and he was catching his breath as the tension of our love subsided.

The next time I saw him was a couple hours later, in the lounge again, attached to Anne's side and I with Charles, conversation. I expected a problem. Tension. But Sir Lawrence gave me the biggest smile while Charles gave me an annoyed look. Then he he had to grab something from his room. I nodded, barely hearing. Then Sir Laurence winked at me as I followed Charles into his own room. The room he fucked Camilla wife in. In seconds I was inside him again, and he was begging me to fuck him.

As for Sir Laurence, I hooked up with him every chance I got. I would meet in a room, in the stables, on the grounds. When Anne wasn't around, I came over.

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Sunday Steve - Day Eight

Things that would be new or unfamiliar to Steve in the 21st century, either due to the time period he grew up in, or his social-economic status and other such factors.

Day Eight: Shampoo and Conditioner

Shampoo: The origins of the word shampoo comes from an Indian hair and body massage called champooi/champo.

In the late 1800s and early 1900s shampoo was a water soluble, dry shampoo powder that would be dissolved by the teaspoon in a cup of hot water (Link). Shampoo could also come as bars of soap, which could lather or be grated and dissolved into boiling water and left to cool and solidify.

A 1908 New York Times shampoo guide claims "hair is best shampooed at night, following thorough combing and brushing, and singeing split ends. Castile soap is applied with a stiff brush and rinsed four times every month to six weeks." (Link)

Bathing had become more and more common as part of the hygiene routine in the early 1900s, but shampooing was generally recommended every two weeks—or every four to six weeks (preferably using castile soap or tar soap) because shampoo was known for drying out and damaging hair. (Link)

While at-home shampooing was slowly becoming more common, it was more common—for those who could afford it—to get it commercially done. Most shampoo ads were targeted towards women, but men in barbershops "transitioned from using hair tonics to using shampoos to remove the build-up of heavy styling products" (Link).

The liquid shampoo first really started hitting the market in 1927. So by the 30s at-home shampooing became even more common. This is due to a combination of most Americans have in-house plumbing, their own bathrooms, and the shampoo formulas becoming less harsh and drying. The combination of all this meant one could wash their hair every week. (Link) (Every day shampooing began to be marketed in the 70s since oily hairstyles were out of fashion.)

Liquid shampoos were sold in glass bottles, while powdered shampoos came in tins.

Bottles of shampoo and lotions manufactured in the early 20th century by the C.L. Hamilton Co. of Washington, D.C., United States

It wasn't until 1934 that detergent-based (no-soap, modern) shampoos came onto the market (Link).

Sarah Rogers likely wouldn't have been able to afford to get her hair shampooed, but she could have made her own shampoo from castile soap bars (example youtube video) or bought shampoo powders which were then dissolved in water.

She would only wash her hair every few weeks, most likely brushing her hair and keeping it up in styles in-between washes. (Link) Using a clean brush to brush ones hair helped remove and evenly distribute oils.

In 1933 shampoo cost about 25-50 cents. (Link) (Link) I haven't dug deep to know exactly what kind of things Steve and Sarah would be able to afford. But it wouldn't surprise me if there were times they could and couldn't afford hair care products.

As for if Steve would shampoo his hair, he probably just used soap. Shampoo had soap in it until 1933 (which was why it was so drying) (Link). But men could afford to use soap on their hair since they usually had shorter hair and their natural head oils could help mitigate the damage.

I can find less information about men's hair routines if they couldn't afford to go to barbershops, so I'm less certain of what Steve would do. But 20s, 30s, and 40s men's hair styles had a lot of oil or greasy styling products. While these would need to be washed out for re-styling (probably weekly like women) the oil products would help against drying out the hair.

Men also always wore hats. Having stiff or slick-down hair was important so that hair styles wouldn't be ruined by putting on and removing hats. Hair oils would stain hats, chairs and other things heads came in contact with.

Circa 1920 Glostora hair oil and brush ad and Hair Slik ad

Don't be fooled by the ad. This vintage bottle of Glostora is 5 inches or 12.5 cm tall. It would be put on after shampooing, like conditioner.

In the Captain America: The First Avenger movie we can see that Steve's hair isn't slicked back. This could just be a modern day styling choice, but it could also show that Steve did not care about styling his hair.

Cleanliness was was important so he probably washed his hair every few weeks with soap and bathed regularly. But it doesn't look like he put heavy product in his hair. (Unlike Bucky, who probably had more reason to shampoo his hair. It wouldn't surprise me if Bucky went to the barbershop when he could afford it.)

Steve probably couldn't afford to do more to his hair than wash it with soap every few weeks. He likely made his own shampoo with castile or tar soap. This method makes more shampoo than the bottles of liquid shampoo being sold.

Conditioner: Conditioners originated from a product called brilliantine (developed in 1900) which was used to soften beards and moustaches. This product would be put on after styling in barbershops to make the hair shine and soften it. (Glostora and Hair Slik are similar products.) (Link)

"It was oil based, giving off a slimy residue to anything it touched. Homemakers knit lace doilies to cover the backs of high back chairs and couches to protect the furniture from men’s greasy heads" (Link)

Other items used similar to conditioners were hair tonics, or Wildwood Cream.

Conditioner became a necessity because of shampoo, as it is drying to the hair. So it wasn't used much until shampooing became more common (oil has a long history of being used to tame hair, but commercial conditioner products became more common along with shampoo use.) (Link)

Women caught on to these types of commercial products. I've had a hard time finding specific conditioner products from the 30s. Here is a hair care routine for women circa 1930 that mentions brillientine, so it looks like women began using brillientine as well before more specific conditioning products were developed.

There seemed to be more conditioner products developed by the 40s. Here's a conditioning cream from around the 40s, and a different one with a price (about 39¢).

1942 Drene Shampoo Hair Conditioner Vintage Print Ad

(Drene was the first modern synthetic (no soap) shampoo and you can see in the side panel of this ad they say "Don't rob your hair of its glamour by using soap or liquid soap shampoo—which always leave behind a dulling film that dims the natural lustre and color brilliance!")

Wrap up

Modern day hair routines would be recognisable but still somewhat unfamiliar to Steve. This is partially because men's hairstyles have changed drastically from the slick-back styles he is used to. Hats have also gone out of style.

Also, it is common now in America to wash one's hair around three times a week. This shift came about with the change in hair styles. Woman leaving hair down and covering it less necessitates the need to shampoo and condition it more. (Women shampooed their hair once a week in salons up to the 60s).

The products are also slightly different. Liquid shampoo is the dominate form now (I doubt Steve ever bought liquid shampoo) and they come in plastic bottles. The liquid shampoo is likely a much different formula than he's used to. Additionally, conditioning is a very specific step in the process and hair product ingredients have evolved.

There are also combination products like 2-1 shampoo and conditioner which came about in the late 1980s.

Along with the cultural changes, Steve's socioeconomic status would effect his perception of hair-care routines and buying hair products.

With modern (no soap) products, Steve's hair is probably softer and shinier. Steve would have been aware of no soap products, but I don't think he would have bought them. However, he could have had these products used on him during his USO tour. Interacting with the women there probably introduced him to many products he was less familiar with.

Men's hairstyling in the 1920s.

This post kind of got away from me! But I hope you enjoyed my deep dive into 20th century hair care.