#I'm so over the pink rn
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becca-e-barnes · 2 years ago
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It's been a really busy week so I'm just going to indulge myself and talk about exactly what I'd love to be doing rn with CEO!Bucky
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When I imagine CEO scenarios though, I don't think of the reader as his assistant or an intern. Maybe the CEO and his comms director. Someone he considers an equal because I think that's a hell of a lot more sexy and still has a power imbalance 🥵
He knows you're incredibly capable. He knows you've got more drive than anyone else in the company. He knows you've spent years pushing yourself to get to where you are and you're determined to keep climbing.
But at the same time; it's nice to get a break from that too. Sometimes it's nice to just be tossed around and given orders. You get to switch your brain off and give in to whatever feels good.
And that's how you found your knees hitting the plush grey carpet of the CEO's office on a Friday afternoon.
"Good girl. So fucking pretty." Bucky's hand on your chin directs your face upwards. He's continuing the task you started a few minutes prior; stroking his own cock at a leisurely place and enjoying the sight of you in front of him with your blouse missing the top few buttons.
There's nothing else you'd rather be doing right now. There's no other release that lets you unwind like this. You don't have to think about anything other than the glossy bead of precum gathering on the tip of your boss' dick and the way that even the sight of it makes your mouth water.
His other hand is still holding your chin but you don't want to just watch when you can do so much more than that. You lean over, taking the head of his cock in your mouth, flicking your tongue over the very tip to lap up the precum you've been craving.
Your hand replaces his, jerking his length slowly with a measured pressure while your tongue swirls, keenly licking away any fresh evidence of his arousal.
"Fuck." He groans, melting into your eagerness. He's had a long week too. You know he needs this as much as you do but he's just as respectful as ever, conscious not to press himself into your waiting mouth.
"I bet you're wet already, aren't you? You look like such a sweetheart. No one would ever guess that you get off on sucking my cock. I bet everyone thinks you're so innocent but they don't get to feel the way you drip down your own thighs after you swallow my cum." You imagine that mouth of his has got him in plenty of trouble over the years but fuck, you love it. You swear he could probably get you off just by talking to you.
You hum happily, taking as much of his length into your mouth as you can manage, wincing slightly the first time his tip nudges the back of your throat. Your flat tongue rolls against the underside of his length, your hand cupping his balls and you feel his palm settle on the back of his head.
"You're so fucking keen." His blunt fingernails scratch gently against the nape of your neck and it feels like such a tender gesture. You get to be unashamed of how keen you are with him. There's no embarrassment or reservation. You don't have to hold yourself back to save face and it's refreshing to want someone this much.
You head bobs on his length, your lips forming a perfect tight ring and every now and again, you're rewarded with the sharpness of some fresh precum smeared onto your tongue.
"You should slow down, sweetheart. I don't want to finish yet." His voice is a little strained and it's beautiful. Now you're torn though. You don't want this to end but you're desperate to feel hot ropes of his cum splash over your waiting tongue and across your face.
Somewhat selfishly, you do as you're told. Your body reminds you of your own desperation and you don't want to ruin your chances of getting bent over that desk.
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tomorrow is my first day back to work and I'm a lil nervous
I haven't been able to get anything written for here bc I've been trying to get a couple other things written (updating my Bill Cipher redemption fic and starting a Gyutaro x reader x Daki because I make poor life choices)
but I'm on light duty for a month, basically just sitting at the register checking people out, unable to do any stocking or anything bc I'm not allowed to lift anything over 15 pounds so I can't lift totes, bend much, or reach much, so I'm allowed to bring something to do in between customers... maybe I'll get some writing done? I feel as if I'll be slacking off bc that's how my brain works
but you know what, I kill myself for that store normally, I don't work full time simply because I can't afford medical insurance if I did, but even working only part time I give my all while I'm there, I'm not someone who slacks off. so if I'm healthfully and approvedly permitted to slack off and take it easy for a month, I guess I'll take it (... plus, I mean, I'll still be working, just light duty, it's not like I'll show up and get paid to do ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, I'm still gonna be ringing out customers)
ANYWAY MY POINT IS-
get those last requests in! after I get home from work tomorrow, I'll be closing the askbox and won't open it back up till this batch is finished and I swear I mean that this time 😂
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savage-rhi · 6 months ago
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Magenta kinda?
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keeps-ache · 1 month ago
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wailing at the sky I'm tired ! ! ! ! ! !
#just me hi#ik i'm testy rn and i should take a nap but ouuhhrrr#consistently on drives i've been just. dropping energy like nothing#like on the way to wherever i'm good i'm floating it's great. but then on the way back it's just. Bleugh kfshv#and then my legs get tired cuz i can't stretch !! i'm dyinggg out here#hate being tired. hate being sleepy. wish i could banish the neepy forever tbh#however the awesome embrace of sleep is pretty good so i guess it's a trade i'll have to be content with. sigh#wah. blah. bloo. ouhrr#//anyway let me tell you abt smth really nice now hfhvbsh :>#so i was just sitting down last night doing.. smth i don't rember lol and my youngest siblings come over like ':3 we have something for you#which is immediately suspicious and i was measuring the level of child-safe violence they were going to be subjected to lmao; but i asked#what it was and they handed me this little paper bag full of little bracelets and beads and hair clippies ????#and the bag said 'we appreciate your existence' And had oath's little symbol on the front dude are you KIDDING ME#if it wasn't for the fact i did not want to scare them i would have cried. it was very very sweet and i wish i wasn't so flat irl kfvshg#there were 2 bracelets n one of them says 'space buddy' (tears in funkin eyes) and the other one says 'pink space'#'pink space' has the 'ace' part highlighted Do You Understand What They've Done To Me#dude. dude. [<- big wet eyeballs staring at the horizon]#i need to like. hbwauhhhhhhhh#i love them so ??? i need to explode them asap lmfshvg#/anyway putting this here cuz i don't wanna forget kfhghfs#i don't think leo reads these tags so Lmaoo 💥 get 'Unknowing of Things'ed loser#//okey i'm gonna go melt into a puddle of ice cream now#oouuuu here i go... toodles lol :3
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arklay · 2 years ago
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WIP DAY.
tagged by @girlbosselrond @morvaris @aartyom @risingsh0t @phillipsgraves @leviiackrman @indorilnerevarine & @denerims over the past month! sorry it's taken me so long to get to anything at all, i'm sure you guys have heard me address it enough, but thank you all so much for continuing to tag me in things while i've been inactive ♡
tagging @aelyosos @brujah @calenhads @florbelles @jendoe @lightwardens @liurnia @nokstella @nuclearstorms @shadowsofrose @shellibisshe @steelport @swordcoasts @wrymbloods @voerman & all of those who tagged me again cause i'm so behind + anyone else who'd like to share anything they're working on, not just writing! ♡
i haven't written anything since the last wip game i did, but i started trying to put diana's timeline together at the start of january, so i mean... i'll show that instead. as you can see, fatigue hasn't let me do much with it even though i've got all of her timeline already done and strewn about all over the place.
started with 1995 onwards cause it was originally going to be an ewskers timeline situation, but then wanted to include all of her backstory so i went back to the start and still have the late 80s and early 90s to get through before then, but yeah :]
it's going to include like all little moments i've thought of between the ewskers just for me and placing them on the timeline, so you can imagine how long this is going to get if i have to go to 2021 for village... like just 1996-1998 is going to be so much... she's very special to me if you couldn't tell already lmaoo
never sharing this though, it's just for me, and like will help for when i do her timeline page (more in-depth version of what's on her oc page) to just run through canon events and brief descriptions and whatnot. you understand.
everything is blurred out besides 1995 ewskers momence and the years, just cause like idk her i feel weird sharing her in-depth backstory unless it's in dms or something, just cause there's lots going on there and yeah. things. idk
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i also made a carrd for twt if you wanna have a look at that :] there's some cheeky subtle things with the two resi items i used as pics hehe
actually, you know what, i'll give a lil bit from where i left of with that rewrite anyways, even though it's been months since i wrote it. but why not
Wesker left a fleeting kiss behind her ear then reached around her and hooked his fingers beneath her coat, prompting Diana to glance back at him. But all he did was gently pull it from her shoulders. She watched him from out of the corner of her eye as he hung it up on the rack by the door, his movements careful and almost calculated, until he turned back towards her, and the warmth of his body returned once more. He pressed up against her side this time, as opposed to her back, and one of his hands found a home on her waist. The way the arm it belonged to was resting firmly against her as he began leading her towards the kitchen was comforting, secure, yet unmistakably possessive. And she revelled in it. He had quite the knack for handling her just the way she wanted.
#tag games.#keep going to do picrews and just zoning out 😭 i'm so behind on literally everything but it's fine it's okay (lying)#i'm having a day and a half even though i woke up feeling okay but oh well. my last month has just been like watching videos during the day#or playing games when i have a bit more energy but like i can't do anything that requires me to actually read or write things like words#are just not computing in my brain at the moment but it's okay like i'm just exhausted and hoping soon i can get back to writing because i#still have over 30 wips going lmao but yeah it's been a time a half with lots of appointments and seeing specialists again and trying to#sort things out. i've been more active on twitter which i've mentioned before but it's just because like it's easier for me to sort of just#like and rt things and not having to do my organisation tags and things like i know that sounds so just small and simple but that's how#i've been lately like to my brain rn that seems like a really big task. so i just keep coming on here randomly for a few minutes then#disappearing so i'm sorry that i've definitely missed so much and i haven't been around to just show my appreciation and love to your#creations!! also just everything that happened in december and then a bit at the start of january too like i'm just a lil paranoid about#being on here honestly so i'm trying to get back to it and be okay with posting again and i'm going to make a promise to myself to actually#filter more tags i think? just to help me with like not exposing myself to things that do make me feel uncomfortable in any way!! i'm#rambling now but sorry sometimes i just need to lmaooo idk but yes so cute lil subtle things from my carrd i wanna talk about cause why not#i didn't have to change the blue herb from re0 besides making it brighter because it's already teal toned which is so sexy but i shifted#the hue on the spade key like SLIGHTLY like it was so little. but anyways. i use this emoji ✨ on my twitter name and yes cause sparkles but#also. three stars. the s.t.a.r.s. badge and logo :] then blue herb because i will have no poison in my safe space!!!! take a blue herb or#leave please!! only good vibes and safe space here!! spade key because i'm ace <3 i was going to include the diamond one in there as well#because am demiro and like those are the symbols in the community. ace of spades for ace. diamond for demis (both orientations)#but wasn't sure how to weave the pink through the rest of the carrd even though cyan and pink together is so pretty omg
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ghirahimbo · 2 years ago
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idk what's up with the upswing in fic comments this week but this was exactly the right week for it to happen because it has been a time so thank you 🥺
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meepcries · 2 years ago
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After the last episode, I was on an all-time fandom high. Now we're coming close to the finale. And I've faced enough trauma from disappointing finales that I'm getting nervous for this one :')
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creachercrunch · 1 year ago
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if i decided to fuck more with channel mixer like. a week ago it probably would've made one gifset i made so much easier but it's okay i will hold this for the future
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oppopotamus · 9 months ago
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i have a toji brainrot rn.
dom!male!reader (younger than toji but still an adult) wanting to fck toji (dadbod toji yum) and toji doesn't believe that reader will be able to pleasure him.
toji gets wrecked (maybe some overstimulation and squirting as well teehee) and he gets smitten and addicted. 🤭
My next door neighbour is a hot dilf??
toji fushiguro x dom top male reader
srry this took so long I took a HUGEE break from writing
listened to Katy Perry while I wrote this which may or may not have affected my writing
Warning: NSFW, dilf toji, top reader, thigh spanking, toji passes out twice, toji cries, reader gets mean i guess??
Toji, your hot dilf neighbour, the guy who lives in the apartment next to yours, he's only across the hall.
You need this man, even if it's the last fucking thing you do.
You will not give up, you will persevere and fuck the living shit out of this total dilf.
You REFUSE to give up.
So that's why you were in front of his door, looking directly up at this dilf.
"Uh, hey!" You tried to sound confident but the sweat on your palms and your nervous smile gave it away that you were, in fact, not confident.
"Ya need sum'?" Toji's deep, rough voice sent shivers down your spine. His voice was so hot, you needed to hear him moan in that voice.
"Oh, uh, yeah..." 'Quick! Think of something!' You said in your mind.
"Uh, uh- Uhm... sugar!" 'Sugar? Fucking sugar? What kind of fucking response is sugar?!'
"Sugar." Toji repeated your word.
'Shit! He probably thinks I'm crazy!'
"You need to borrow some... sugar?" Toji raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest as he looked down at you.
"Uhm... yeah." You say, wiping the sweat on your palms onto your pants as you stand there very awkwardly in the front door.
"I think I have some left... come in." Toji says as he walks into his apartment, leaving the door open for you to follow.
You nod and laugh awkwardly, following in after him and into the kitchen.
You're literally shaking from nerves, you pinch yourself to steady yourself but instead you end up letting out an, "ow!"
Toji quickly turns around with a raised eyebrow, "you okay, kid?"
You shake yourself off and nod quickly, "yup! Just, uh, stubbed my toe!"
Toji raises an eyebrow at that, he doesn't know how you stubbed your toe considering you were standing in the middle of the kitchen, not next to anything.
He just turns around and grabs a mug to collect some sugar.
"And I'm not a kid, by the way... I'm in college, I'm an adult."
"Coulda' fooled me." Toji scoffs and grabs the bag of sugar before pouring some into a mug.
"I don't look like a kid! I'm, like, average height for someone my age! A kid isn't this tall!"
Toji just looks you up and down with a smirk and hands you the mug filled with sugar.
Your cheeks turn pink when Toji looks you up and down with that sexy smirk.
"Okay, so you may not be a kid, but you're definitely a virgin. You stutter and blush every time I look at ya."
You immediately stutter again, "I most certainly am not a virgin!"
"Please, you wouldn't even know how to please a guy like me." Toji scoffs and rolls his eyes.
"First of all, I'm not a virgin, second of all, I totally would know how to!"
"Really?" Toji takes a few steps towards you, his arms crossed over his chest, "Prove it then."
Prove it?! You say in your head.
"P-Prove it?" Your brain short-circuits at that, is this seriously happening?
"You heard me."
"Oh."
Not even a second later he's grabbing your hand and leading you to his bedroom, causing you to drop the mug of sugar onto the floor, but neither of you care about that right now.
"Prove it quickly, my son's gonna be home soon." Toji sits down on the edge of the bed, looking at you expectingly.
He has a son?! He really is a dilf!!
"A-Ah, alright then..."
You take a few hesitant steps towards Toji on the bed, you've never slept with a guy this hot before, you're usually so confident in bed but this guy makes you so nervous!
"U-Uhm, I'm gonna start now..." You say shakily as you reach a hand out and drag your index finger down from Toji's chin to collarbone, brushing over his Adam's apple which surprisingly makes him shiver.
"You're so hot." You desire starts to take control, clogging your mind and blocking out all the anxiety you previously felt.
"Thanks, kid." Toji says before letting out a quiet yelp as he's pushed down onto the bed, "That was quick-"
"Stop calling me 'kid'. It's annoying."
You glare at him before gently running your hands down Toji's torso, down to his hips, giving them a squeeze.
"M' not a kid... I know what I'm doing."
"I'll believe it when I see it." Toji scoffs.
"You'll believe it soon." You say as you hook your fingers under the waistband of his grey sweatpants and pull them down along with his boxers to just below his ass.
"You're already hard, really?" You tease with a smirk before reaching a hand out to give a single pump to his cock, making Toji grunt and grit his teeth when you pull your hand back.
You crouch down to drag his pants and boxers down to his ankles before pulling them off and spreading his legs apart so you can see his hole.
"You're so goddamn hot." You practically drool as you sit on your knees, your hands placed firmly on the insides of his thighs to spread his legs apart as you bring your head close to lick his hole.
When you see Toji's pleased reaction you keep going, licking and fingering him open until you deem him ready enough to take your cock.
You stand up again and unzip your jeans, pulling your pants and boxers down just enough to let your cock spring free.
"Jesus, you've actually got a big dick." Now it's Toji's turn to feel flustered when he sees your cock in all it's glory.
"You'll be even more impressed once it's actually inside you."
You smirk and grip the underside of Toji's left thigh, you push it back and use your other hand to grab your dick, slapping it against Toji's hole a few times, making the man squirm.
"You gonna put it in or wha' Ah!" Toji's eyes widen and he groans as you press the tip in.
"For an old guy you're hella tight..." You grunt and slowly push the rest of your length in. Once you're all the way in you give it a minute for Toji to adjust before you start slowly moving.
You thrust in and out slowly. brushing against his prostate each time you thrust back in.
Toji lets out a long string of moans and grunts as you move back and forth, in and out. "J-Jesus... y-you actually know what y-you're doing, h-huh?" Toji can't help but smile in ecstasy as you speed up your thrusts, "Hhholy shit-!"
Toji groans and grips the bed sheets tightly, his knuckles turning white.
"Haah, ffuck!" You moan and grab onto his hips tightly as you speed up, getting faster with each thrust.
"Oh, fuck!" Toji squeezes his eyes shut, a few tears falling down the side of his face from pure pleasure.
Toji can't believe how fast it happens, but he cums almost instantly, he blacks out for a moment until he comes back to his senses when he feels a hard smack on his thigh.
He yelps and opens his eyes, immediately moaning again once he sees you're still fucking him.
"Y-You're still g-going?"
You spank his thigh again, "I haven't even cum yet."
You groan and throw your head back, you're still gripping his hips tightly, he's sure to be bruised by now.
Toji feels as though this has gone on forever, when it's only been fifteen minutes since you started, but to him it's felt like an eternity with how many times he's came.
Toji cums again and again, he's crying at this point but he doesn't dare ask you to stop.
It's not for another twenty minutes later till you cum, Toji sees stars when it finally happens, he cums so hard he blacks out, falling limp on the bed.
You come back to your senses and immediately freak out, "Toji?!"
You look down at him worriedly, when you see that he's breathing you calm down, you have no idea what to do so you do what any normal person would do.
You pull your pants back up and walk out of the room, quietly shutting it behind you.
You walk to the front door and open it only to see a teenage boy who's about to open the door.
You immediately stop in your tracks and have no idea what to say, you just quietly step outside and past the kid, the kid eyeing you warily.
"Uhm... you Toji's kid?" You ask awkwardly.
"Yeah... I'm Megumi..." The kid, or Megumi, says, still glaring at you.
"Uhm, maybe don't go into your dad's room for a while..." Is all you say before you run away, back into your apartment.
"What a weirdo..." Megumi says out loud to himself before walking inside.
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norrisainz33 · 1 month ago
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the call pt 2 || platonic grid & gr63
summary: y/n finishes out the triple header strong after being called up to race for alpine
pairing: platonic!grid x george russell x rookie!driver!reader
fc & warnings: none and minor hate comments, bad language, and bad grammar from my end
a/n: i've never had this many people request a part 2 before so i hope y'all enjoy!! I'm going to keep her racing in the remainder of the season so keep an eye out for the rest.
part 1 | part 3
゚. ✿ ୨❤︎୧⠀✿ . ゚
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alpinef1team: a point in the bag for pierre and another good drive for y/n 💼
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user2: solid result for the team!!! y/n ate in her second race ever
user99: a team of losers tbh
ynuser: yay for points! let’s go pierregasly
pierregasly: we go again in brazil! points for both of us there 😉
ynuser: everyone better make sure to bet on us 🙂‍↔️
yourbff: let’s go best friend(s)!!!!
ynuser: 🫶🏻
georgerussell63: great stuff ynuser
ynuser: thanks georgie
user1: notice how he is always supporting her…. is there something here?
user2: they’ve been friends since their karting days!! if you asked me back when they were in f2 if they were tg i would’ve said yes bc they were kinda sus but now idk
user1: gonna go research the lore on their f2 days
you let out a huff as you threw your padel racket on the ground and wiped the sweat from your brow, “god dammit lance! how are you so good at this!?”
laughing lance shrugged, “maybe you and george are just really bad!”
george shook his head, “no mate that can’t be it!”
you took a long drink of your water as the pair continued to bicker. “did you both see the weather for the weekend?” you asked changing the subject so they’d stop.
“yeah, lots of rain it seems.” lance put his racket into his bag and looked up at you with concern. “have you raced in the rain before?”
you shook your head, “no not really. i mean when i was karting yes but outside of that not really.”
“blimey y/n/n,” george ran a hand through his hair. “you’ve been going over those scenarios with your team right? there’s a chance of some really heavy rain.”
“i have, i have. i’ll be ok!” you assured them both with a smile but your friends looked anything but reassured.
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user2: jesus christ you’re so hot
user4: im obsessed with you holy f
georgerussell63: green is a good color on you. tho i think mercedes blue is better
ynuser: you mean alpine blue and pink
georgerussell63: nah i’d like to see you in my colors
ynuser: oh?
georgerussell63: you heard me
francocolapinto: 👀
ynuser: and you’re coming to play with us next time yea?
francocolapinto: si bonita
yourbff: H O T
ynuser: thanks bb
ynuser: also i think george might be flirting in my dms rn?
yourbff: WHAT?!
ynuser: he said he wants to see me in his mercedes kit
yourbff: oh that’s 🤭
landonorris: you look tall here
ynuser: thanks shortie 🩷
landonorris: uncalled for
user5: thanking your parents for doing it tbh
holding in a yawn you turned to walk back to your garage after the brazilian national anthem. the 5am wake up for this ‘super sunday’ as they were calling it was catching up with you despite the butterflies swarming in your stomach. you had had the qualifying session of your life, which despite the cool confidence you played it off with in your interviews after, shocked you just as much as it shocked everyone else. you qualified in 4th. yes, you read that right, p4. something about the car came alive in the rain and you prayed it came alive again during the race but the rain was starting to pick up and it seemed like it was only going to get worse. you’d already seen several red flags in quali and would be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t terrified that that was about to become you in the race.... especially with the threat of the entire field behind you, including max verstappen, wanting to push forward and push forward fast regardless of the consequences.
“y/n!” a hushed voice caught your attention. george had caught up to you and had a serious look on his face. “please be careful out there,” he pleaded.
“you too george,” you squeezed his arm lightly. “i’ll see you on the podium, yeah?"
"yeah," george winked as you turned to head into the alpine garage.
your engineer, james, handed you your helmet as he went over a few more pieces of data. he was stressing over the litany of different plans the team had put together in the very short window between quali and now. the heavy rain and your heroic lap times caused just about everything your team had prepped to be turned upside down.
“right, right i’ve got it james. plan a seems the most logical if i can keep everyone behind me.” you said as you pulled your helmet onto your head and fastened the strap.
things were about to get interesting.
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f1: the race is stopped under the red flag for a crash….. and y/n y/l/n is our new race leader! after running a surprisingly strong p4 for the first half of the race, she took the lead when those in front pitted for new tyres. y/n is the only woman in history to lead a lap in a grand prix
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user1: not them calling her performance surprising 🥴
user2: I KNOW THATS RIGHT!
user12: only gonna last a second. she can’t even compete with the likes of verstappen
alpinef1team: @ everyone behind, y/n.. can we pretty please keep it this way?
yourbff: real tears are being shed rn this is monumental
user9: god is this amazing
mercedesamgf1: we love to see this historical moment! even if we’re coming to take it back 😉
user11: literally the most amazing thing i’ve seen all day
you ripped another tear off from your helmet wishing it would make it easier to see but to your dismay, you still couldn’t see a damn thing. the rain was coming down in buckets, your inters were worn, you were fighting the car even in the straight lines to keep it on the track and worst of all, you were scared shitless. you had no moment to even be happy about your current position in p1 because you were too busy trying not to send your car into the barrier.
“max is 2 seconds behind you and gaining very quickly. gasly is 1.2 seconds behind max and leclerc is 0.9 behind pierre.” james updated you on the radio which sent you into a fit of rage.
“james for fucks sake i don’t care!!! stop giving me timing updates!! i can’t see the road so i can’t do anything about it!!!” you almost screamed. "i can't even pass half throttle!"
“rain is expected to lighten in about 10 laps,” james reported ignoring your outburst.
“10 LAPS?! how am i supposed to survive 10 laps?!?!?” as you yelled you felt the rear of your car start to slide causing you to need to quickly snap it back into place. “there is so much standing water james - i can’t keep doing this. the front straight is like a swimming pool!”
“yes you can, y/n. lock in and calm down. you only have a couple of laps left in this class of rain.”
“lock in? calm down!? and what if i crash this damn car first?!” turning off your radio you tried to take a few deep breaths while focusing on the road in front of you. you couldn’t panic - that would only make matters worse. you had to stay calm. you knew your car, you knew to deviate off the racing line to avoid the slippery curbs in specific turns, and you knew that you had to make it through whether you wanted to or not. panicking was not going to help anyone but there was little way to explain just how scary it was on track at this current moment.
another snap of significant oversteer left you breathless and near tears. “james im so serious - i need wets and even then i don’t think they’re going to be enough. there's standing water on every part of this track. i can't race like this on these tyres. please talk to fia. please we need a red flag.”
“pitting doesn’t make sense right now, you’ll come out in traffic and your race will be over.”
“i care more about making it out of this race alive than coming out in traffic.”
“understood.”
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“they couldn’t have taken any longer with that red flag could they?” you snapped as you pulled your race suit down to your hips.
“no they really couldn’t have! it was getting ridiculous out there.” pierre grabbed his water bottle, "driving couldn't have been more dangerous."
“alright you two! thats enough!" your team principal interrupted, looking very serious. "we have a real chance of keeping this double podium finish especially because george and lando pitted before this red flag and lost a lot of time," he explained. "y/n, you’re going to have to push, there’s not much chance you’ll be able to keep max behind you but we’ve got to be fast enough to keep george, charles and lando behind pierre.”
right... keep 3 of the fastest drivers on the grid behind you both.. you were going to need a real stroke of luck.
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alpinef1team: THEY DID IT!!! Y/N AND PIERRE CROSS THE LINE AS P2 AND P3! HISTORY MADE
"thats p2 y/n - great job! the entire team and i are so fcking proud of you."
"AHHH YES YESSSSSSS!!!!" you screamed into the radio, banging your hands against the steering wheel, "WE DID IT!! WE DID IT JAMES!!" the emotions hit you like a brick wall, and tears quickly began falling. "thank you all so much. thank you for this opportunity. thank you to the mechanics, to everyone back at the factory, to every single one of you. thank you for believing in me when no one else did."
"you're welcome, y/n. you deserve it. you deserve it all kid."
pierre rolled up next to you to drive the remainder of the cool down lap by your side. he waved excitedly and you waved back without hesitation - you both had achieved what felt like the impossible.
you were the first woman to ever stand up on the podium and you were the first woman to score points in formula 1, but you knew you certainly weren't going to be the last. if you would do anything with your remaining races, it would be to show the world just how much women belong in this sport.
you pulled into parc ferme and shut off your car as quickly as you could. you fumbled with your straps and when you finally got them off, pierre was standing above you with his hand held out. you smiled, grabbing his hand and allowing him to pull you out of the car. "we did it, p -" you said just loud enough for him to hear over the cheering.
"we did it, y/n/n." pierre replied and with that, you both turned and ran hand in hand to your team who was waiting with open arms to greet their heroes.
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ynuser: we did it 🩷 thank you to alpine for believing in me, thank you to pierre for being the best teammate a girl could ask for, thank you to my friends and family for supporting me through the ups and the downs and thank you to my fans -- i love you all so much
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user1: i've never shed so many tears over a race before
yourbff: i feel like a proud parent rn
ynuser: thanks for never giving up on me bestie
georgerussell63: you're a force to be reckoned with y/n. congratulations on an impressive drive! today is your day 🤍
ynuser: mark your calendars! 11/3 is national y/n day
landonorris: speechless... i am so proud of you. if someone had to be up there besides me, i'm so glad it was you 😉
ynuser: thank you lanny. only thing that would have made it better is if you were with me up there 🩷
user10: tea LOL
francisca.cgomes: i dont think i've ever been happier?? my two favorite people are on that podium?
ynuser: stop dont make me cry agAIN
pierregasly: thankful for you mon ami
ynuser: 🤍🩷
lewishamilton: being a barrier breaker is never easy y/n but you are crushing it. i am proud to race with you!
ynuser: you have no idea how much this means to me lewis
user9: thank you from the bottom of my heart for continuing to prove everyone wrong
user95: nothing could have prepared me for 1) them running hand and hand to their team, 2) y/n crying tears of joy on the podium and 3) gr63 picking y/n up and twirling her around in parc ferme
user2: george and y/n were so cute it was actually sickening. did you see the way he fixed her hair after putting her down
user95: and how he wiped away her tears??? yeah i saw it 🥹
user2: i want them together so bad
user10: you are going down in the history books
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12 𝑫𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 ~ 𝑫𝒂𝒚 𝑻𝒘𝒐
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Synopsis: It's the classic Hallmark tale: what happens when you, a business woman from the city, arrives at the family owned O'Hara Christmas Tree farm your greedy boss wants to demolish, and finds much more than you bargained for that fateful night you get snowed in?
CW: x FEM!READER, SMUT(unprotected p in v ,oral (f receiving), creampie, breast play, touch of mirror kink) enemies to lovers ish, DUBCON?(You're both a bit drunk), alcohol, touch of angst, mention of pregnancy
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A/N: a little late, mb but I hope it's worth it!😩 I'm on vacation rn but I'm dedicated to making this happen even if I'm a lil behind lolol
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You certainly weren't in Kansas anymore. Or so the saying went. This time you found yourself somewhere in the Catskills outside of Nueva York. Your high heels crunched on the gravel as you stepped out of your Uber, taking in the grand Christmas tree farm in front of you. 
"O'Hara Ranch" was welded in iron lettering on a black sign above the entrance. You whistled as you took in the expansive acres of balsam fir trees, dusted in a thin layer of snow straight out of a painting. 
It was no wonder your boss was so dead set on this place. You became keenly aware of the biting chill of the countryside as you huddled your arms closer around you, your pink blazer doing little to keep you warm as you started to quake in your Jimmy Choos with your laptop case and singular carry-on in tow.
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Miguel grunted, scratching his lower back as his large, sturdy boots squeaked a little on his kitchen floor, eyes almost as dark as the warm beverage in his mug, looking out in silent disapproval at the black Escalade that pulled up, dropping off what he was certain was another employee from that pesky developer.
Some poor soul who had to be the shot messenger for a CEO who never strayed out of the wealthy privileged fairytale land they lived in, thinking that multiple commas would be enough to get him to sign his life away. 
When would they ever learn? He thought. He puts down his mug on the counter then strides over to the door, placing one of his hats on his head before he goes outside to greet this new imposter. 
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You shuddered as you reached inside your pocket, taking out the flimsy scrap of paper that contained the phone number for the ranch and dialing it again, hoping to reach this Miguel, or whoever it was you were supposed to meet. 
"C'mon..." 
You shouldn't be surprised if he didn't pick up again. It was no secret that you were the bad guy in this situation straight out of a Hallmark film. 
Corporate business lady visiting a Christmas Tree farm that's been in the same family for decades, beloved by all the locals, who forced them to sign over their American dream to a greedy land developer and demolish it to the ground for a lavish mountain resort, and 2 weeks before Christmas no less. 
Just as the call goes to voicemail, a four wheeler's engine interrupts your train of thought. Just like out of a movie, you take notice of the very tall, dark haired, very handsome rider who sat astride it.
His long sleeved grey shirt did nothing but accentuate his rippling arm muscles, layered underneath a Carhartt vest, complete with a baseball cap and salt and pepper five o clock shadow on his sharp, steely jaw. His lips were plump and relaxed into a subtle frown, complete with thick brows and dark wavy hair that complimented the pair of rich brown eyes he possessed that compared to the slice of Earth he owned. 
"Miss...?" He asks your name with an equally deep beautiful voice to match in slightly bored formality. You could tell it was painful for him to be polite to you like this, if you were the corporate imposter like he thought you were.  
"Yes, hi! You're...M-Miguel, right?" 
His expression remains unmoved. "That would be me." 
"It's a pleasure to meet you. Gorgeous property by the way! Really, it's much much better in person than the pictures-" 
"Right." He replies stiffly. "There's really no need to be so gracious.  I figure you're here for one thing and one thing only." 
"Uh-" you reply, a little thrown off by what he means. 
"And the answer is no. I understand you've got a job to do, but I've told your boss over and over again: no. Five years ago, it was a no. Last month, also no. Come back in a week, my answer will still be no. Thank you." 
He revs the engine, getting ready to speed away. 
"Wait! I really do need you to sign this! From the mayor?" You waved a pink colored document which caught his attention for once. 
Miguel turned off the engine, hopping off the four wheeler and strode towards you. He shoots you a superstitious glance before his eyes flicker to the paper, slowly becoming more enraged as he scanned along the fine print:
 Notice of Eminent Domain. 
That bastard. There was a reason Miguel didn't vote for this prick. The new mayor was part of this recent wave of money hungry idealists in power who wanted to turn the humble town he grew up in into another rich touristy playground. 
Usually, these folks couldn't wait to sign the dotted line, get their check, and be on their merry way, but this Miguel was taking his time reading every last stipulation in the document. You notice the snow is coming down harder and harder, your teeth chattering wildly as you did your very best to stay calm as the relentless cold tested your endurance. Finally, Miguel hands you back the paper with a sigh, 
"Still not signin'. Sorry for wasting your time." 
"Miguel." You felt your patience snapped in half by now. Between traveling all morning, your boss's incessant emails, and the cold ass weather, you had just about had it up to here. 
"I'm sorry. But any complaints you have will just have to be taken up with the big man later. I came with a job to do and I have every intention of doing it." 
"That so?" Miguel straightens up, flexing his height over you. 
You were emboldened by this point through all the bullshit you had endured. "It is very much so. I'm not leaving this damn farm without a signature, and that's final." 
"Hm." Miguel nodded his chin, as though he was calling your bluff before he swiftly turned around, walking back towards the awaiting four wheeler. 
"Oh no you don't!" You huffed as your icecubes for feet magically thawed off of pure adrenaline and spite as you began to sprint. 
"What the-" Miguel looks at you quizzically then his brow furrows when he sees you darting towards his four wheeler. "The hell you think you're doing??" 
You ignore him and climb on, Miguel snickering a little bit at the prim and proper lady from the city now straddling his seat, slightly disheveled with a wild look in your eye from dealing with corporate messes all day. 
"Get down." Miguel says sternly, coming up to stand next to you. 
"No." You answer simply, smoothing your blazer. 
"Don't make this harder than it needs to be." Miguel's tone becomes more warning now. "Get off my property, woman." 
"Sign my document, then." You fold your arms. 
"You're a brat, y'know that?" Miguel folds his arms too, incredulous at your undying persistence, more like annoyance. "So childish." 
"Name calling? And you say I'm the childish one." You turn your nose up at him.
"I'm not the crazy lady jumping on a stranger's four wheeler that she doesn't even know how to drive." Miguel grumbles. 
"You'd be surprised." You glare. 
Both of you just sit there in silence, the snowfall has  escalated to just short of a blizzard by now. You're trying but failing to conceal just how damn cold you are as you shiver and shudder. Miguel's mind brews with some ideas before he speaks. 
"Alright." Miguel sighs "I'll sign your damn document. But I need to show you the place first. Just so you can get an idea of just how sick and twisted you people truly are: tearing down a place like this that's been in the family for generations." 
"What?" You blink, not expecting this change of events. "But I mean- but..." You glance at your wrist watch. "It's almost 4 pm. I was supposed to be on the road a half hour ago." 
"Not in this storm you're not." Miguel tsks his teeth. "They always close the canyon when it snows. You won't be able to go anywhere until the morning. But hey, if you wanna call an Uber and wait four hours for him just to be turned around at the bridge, then be my guest." 
"You-" You shuddered and groaned, exasperated at the fact that Miguel appeared to have the upper hand this time. You were stuck playing by his rules. 
"Fine." You resign, throwing your hands up. 
Miguel smirks at this surrender in you, getting on the four wheeler behind you. He's aware the space between your bodies is now very thin, his chest just barely grazing your back as he leans forward, placing his hands on both handlebars. 
You try not to make it obvious that you can't breathe and realize you might be in way over your head being stuck overnight with a man four times handsome as he was stubborn as Miguel drives you rapidly towards his ranch. 
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"Home sweet home." Miguel hums halfheartedly as you enter the elaborate living area of Miguel's mountain home. Several brown and white cowhide rugs were spread over the polished wooden floors, a large pair of antlers hung over a luxury stone hearth, with an inviting leather couch in front of it. 
A short time later, you're absentmindedly staring at some photographs on the wall when Miguel's voice startles you. 
"Had enough snooping?" 
"I wasn't snooping!." You whirl around, pretending to avert your gaze. "I was admiring the antlers." 
Miguel scoffs. "You're a terrible liar, you know." 
"Who is that?" You ask, voice a little more gentle. You kind of wish you never asked when Miguel's eyes soften with the slightest tinge of melancholy. 
"My daughter." He answers then clears his throat. "She passed some years ago." 
"Oh..." You look at him then back at the photograph of the cheery bright eyed girl in it. "I'm so sorry." 
"Thanks." Miguel answers shortly, crossing over to the bar on the far side of the room. 
"I can see why you don't want to leave." You admit, crossing your arms and running your palms up your arms as the glow from the fireplace worked quickly to rid you of any lingering chill from outside. "For what it's worth..." 
Miguel scoffed again. "You don't need to play the sympathy card to win points with me." 
"I- No Miguel! Of course not!" You look at him in horror. "Really, you think I take pride in doing these things to folks like you? You think I'm some souless corporate ghoul that drinks blood of the innocent?" 
"Yes." Miguel stays deadpanned, with the faintest glimmer of amusement. 
"Oh shut up." You blow air through your lips and stride over to where he's standing by his bar. "What do you have to drink around here anyways?" 
Miguel smiles, the bourbon in his glass had made him feel a little more comfortable by now. He glanced outside, eyes slightly widened in surprise at the complete blizzard that was unfolding outside the frosty window. 
"You might wanna go for something a bit stronger than that." Miguel nods in the direction of the window. 
Your fingers move away from the canned margaritas in the mini fridge. You realize bourbon is also the answer tonight when you lay eyes on the absolute winter wonderland outside. 
You had never seen so much snow in your life, as a seemingly infinite stream of snowflakes littered the staggering blankets of pure white that would be nearly waist deep should you venture back out. 
Even though the night was completely black, the shimmery powder stood out, illuminating the December night among the silent and formidable evergreens. 
"Damn..." You whispered. 
"Damn is right." Miguel polishes off his bourbon. "Another round for me too, when you get a chance." He slides his glass towards you across the polished wood. 
"Please?" You quirk a brow at him. 
Miguel chuckles, the sound deep and a little breathy. The feeling it left you...quite unexpected. "Yes, please."
You hum and fill his glass a quarter of the way after you pour your own into one of the small shot glasses you spied below the countertop, throwing the liquid fire back in one ragged gulp. 
Miguel laughs at the face you make and little cough you let out as your eyes water. "Miss Corporate can't handle a little country bourbon?" 
"Miss Corporate can handle herself just fine." You give him a small harrumph. "Miss Corporate wishes to remind Mr. Country Man that she is still here strictly on business and she has no problem decking him in the face should he continue to mouth off." 
"Hmmm business, eh?" 
"Mhmm." 
"Oh, I think we're way past that." Miguel smirks as he leans forward a little closer towards you. "You're having a drink with your evictee. Can't imagine that's not frowned upon." 
"I've had drinks with clients before." You huff, hastily grabbing the bottle and pouring another shot as if to prove a point. This one went down with less resistance, albeit still just as fiery as the one before. 
"Cálmate."(Calm down) Miguel goes to grab the bottle from you just as you're about to pour a third when the sudden move causes the bourbon to splash a little, ending up on your thousand dollar blazer. 
"You... idiot." You roll your eyes as Miguel snorts. 
"Hey, hey, I'm sorry." Miguel steps towards you, trying to help. 
"Nope, you've done quite enough." You huff, trying to disguise the warmth the alcohol was quickly dispelling all over your body. 
"I insist." 
"Miguel, fuck off!" 
"Come here, dammit..." 
And you're not sure exactly what happened, but in that moment his body was pressed up against yours and your faces were mere inches from one another.
This was dangerous now. You knew it, and he knew it, but for Miguel, he was at risk of losing everything anyway. Who could blame him if he wasn't going to make the most of this...convenient situation that presented itself to him. It didn't help that you were quite easy on the eyes as well. 
He pauses as if holding his breath, those deep, deep eyes completely swallowing you up where you stood, the faint sting of the bourbon you can detect on his lips that he wet ever so slightly. 
"M-Miguel, I really shouldn't, I-" 
And you can't remember exactly what drove your lips to meet in that heady first kiss, or how his touch moved from your face, to your neck, whether you were the one who guided him, or his hands wandered on their own accord to the sensitive swells of your breasts, but here you were, up against this tall, rugged farmer you thought you hated only 20 minutes ago, breathing and panting into his mouth and kissing him like your life depended on it, completely contradicting everything you ever said. 
He began to rock his hips against you, hands now on either side of your head, caging you against the wall. You could tell he loved being bigger than you, finally something he had to humble all the sass you loved to throw at him earlier. A not-so-secret attraction you had for him all this time you feebly tried to disguise with disdain. 
Miguel felt it too, and God, right now he couldn't get enough of all the little whines and sounds you were making. How desperate you got just from a little deep conversation and bourbon. This night was swiftly traveling in a more heated direction, and if he wasn't mistaken by the subtle rolls of your body against his aching bulge in his jeans and the hunger laced in your fingers as they tangled in his hair, you had no intention of stopping. 
"Not so feisty now, are you?" He groaned as he started leaving heated kisses along both delicate junctures of your neck. "Sure you're not gonna change your mind  and go back to stealing my farm, hermosa?" He teased. 
"Oh, fuck off..." You grumbled and then bit your lip, back arching involuntarily when you felt him just barely tug your delicate nipple with his teeth. "Aaah Aahhh, Miguel..." You threw your head back.
Miguel smirks and takes that as permission to lay you back completely on his bar, gently tugging the waistband of your business slacks while he switched between both tits and lapped them with the pointy tip of his tongue, until both buds of your nipples were bumpy and hard from all the attention. "You can still stop at any time..." 
"N-No more asking..." You managed to sputter out as you felt his fingers begin to wiggle against your clothed heat that was steadily soaking from the inside. "Just- fffuck, Miguel, so good...just fuck me..." 
"Mmmm..." Miguel groaned in satisfaction and yanked off your pants, followed by your panties without another word. 
Pure ecstacy rolled off the tip of his tongue and dripped between your warm folds as he began to slurp your pussy up like hot cocoa. Miguel strategically left your high heels on, smirking as he glanced over at the mirror on the wall, seeing the pretty businesswoman half naked and back arched so beautifully, moaning as he ate you out on his bar. 
Despite never knowing your body before, his tongue just seemed to find and hit all the right spots, even the ones you were too impatient to look for when you laid in bed all alone. He sucked, and he spit, rolling your clit so perfectly between his lips and leaving no inch of your pretty pussy unbathed by his tongue. 
He alternated between tongue fucking you where his thick nose squished against your clit, hands slinking up the soft flesh of your hips, encouraging you to grind on his face. When he paused and brought his face up to look at you, you swore he was never more handsome than when his face was shiny with your slick, dripping with the evidence that he could make you wetter than any man you'd ever been with.
And other times, he loved to just stare into your eyes with that same, beautifully mesmerizing gaze that was almost too intense to where you'd have to turn away, only for him to whisper, "ah, ah, mirame..." (Look at me) , while his thumb slowly rubbed over your swollen clit, and his middle and ring finger noisily and wetly massaged your squishy walls. 
"Miguel, baby, so good..." You moaned and you sighed, face twisting into a smile as you bit your lip. It felt so shameless to indulge right now. Your career hit the road the second you decided to kiss him but right now you weren't complaining. Logic took a permanent vacation leaving you with nothing but raw, carnal need. All that mattered right now was spreading your legs for this man, being his whore, riding his face and taking his cock every which way he'd have you tonight. 
Your eyes watered as you felt that familiar feeling swelling in your belly, thighs shaking more unsteadily than before. Your back slightly arched from where you laid on his bar but the pleasure Miguel kept injecting into you with his sinfully delicious tongue kept you right there.
"M-Miguel...I'm gonna cum." 
Miguel went even harder, nuzzling his nose even further into your dripping heat, savoring the dribbling honey running between your thighs and dripping into his mouth. He added his fingers again, fingers normally rough and taut and calloused from all that work he did on the farm became soft, intentional, sensual, and deliberate as he coaxed your pussy closer and closer to releasing all over for him.
Your thighs began to quiver around his head, clamping down, however Miguel would gladly suffocate every time for the cause.
"R-right there, Miguel..." 
"Right here, baby?" He groans, swirling his finger in circles over that tried and true spot on your clit, another gush of your juices wetting his fingers before the flood, and Miguel leans over to clean it up with his tongue. 
Every touch now feels amplified in electricity, bordering on overstimulation as his tongue glosses over your soaked folds, something changing in your brain chemistry as he licked up every bit of your arousal as though it were frosting from a bowl. 
"Still with me?" Miguel whispered, leaning in and making out with you as he scooped you into his arms, leading you over to the couch, the entire room painted in an alluring orange glow from the fire next to the warm yellow lights from the tall Christmas tree. 
You groaned as you tasted yourself on his soft, messy lips, the ember of desire burning hotter than ever in both of you. "Y-yeah..." 
Miguel smiles as he sets you down next to him, reaching over and pulling a fleece blanket over your shoulders. His thumb gently brushed the corner of your mouth as he took you in. The most sobering moment between you all evening. One where the alcohol had some time to sink in and both of you were riding out the end of your high together. A new kind of closeness beginning to set itself alight between you as you wordlessly began stripping off the rest of your clothes and you reached for his. 
"Can I?" You asked and a low groan rumbled from his chest. 
"Please." 
You weren't sure, but somehow despite his sass, his generosity and sole focus on making you cum with no assumption on his part that you would be obligated to do the same for him made you even more determined as you peeled back layer after layer, until he sat there in all of his naked glory in front of you. 
He was absolutely beautiful. The salt and pepper pattern from his stubble on his jaw was repeated in his happy trail, leading to a nice, thick, bush around the base of his thick, veiny, cock (More fun for you when you'd be riding him into next week later on).
The tip was just barely a hint of red as it bloomed with precum.  His legs and arms were hairy as well, stomach soft with just the right amount of pudge but everywhere else was solid pure muscle that could only be found on a man who worked hard in the elements, dark hair tousled a bit that fell in his eyes from your passionate fingers earlier. 
The throbbing ache pounded, the glistening sheen between your thighs was all the lube you needed as he pulled you into his lap. Miguel's eyes remained completely locked on you, softening a bit as he felt himself start to push inside you. 
He had suspected sometime around while you were moaning his name and he was lapping up your arousal like an oasis that this whole encounter was deeper than a hookup, and now, he realizes he's sunk: hook line and sinker as your pussy just grips and squeezes him. He sighs as his hands find residence on your hips, taking pleasure in kneading the soft fat. 
"Take your time...." He whispered as he noticed you struggling a bit under his sheer size, his girth slowly spreading you more open. Somehow though, the stretch felt more rewarding, more sinful as you became fuller and fuller of him as you just allowed yourself to relax. 
Miguel's cock bottomed out inside of you, an experimental twitch of his cock reminded you on all fronts that you were stuffed to the brim. He adored this, he loved being so close to you like this, loved the satisfaction that the woman who supposedly hated his guts at first was now completely putty in his hands as you wrapped effortlessly around him. 
"So damn warm..." Miguel purred as he began bouncing you in a slow rhythm. "Ah, ah, mas despacio, por favor(more slow please)..." He teased, grip tightening as he slowed your hips. "I wanna enjoy you like this for a while." He grunted and groaned, loving the way you just responded with more dripping slick around his base as he leaned in to suck on your tits while keeping himself buried inside. "If I'd known you felt this good I would've dragged you out of that fucking snow a lot earlier." He murmured before his lips puckered over your nipple. 
"Please, Mig..." You rolled your eyes but returned a chuckle with a sigh, gently rolling your hips while his cock remained warm and snug inside you. "I'll admit when you pulled up on that four wheeler, it was kind of hard not think about you bending me over the seat.." 
"Yeahh?" Miguel groaned as he churned his hips, drawing his cock in and out of your sea of wetness. "Shouldn't have told me that, now I might need to make that happen..."
As he spoke, his pace increased faster and faster. 
"Aaahh, Miguel...Miguel!" Your threshold was being tested on how much you could take, but nearly fell apart altogether when he added his thumb back to your clit while continuing to fuck up into you ruthlessly. 
"Come on baby, with me...let go."  
And your highs came in waves, yours first followed by his like a bursting dam. His cum overwhelmed your tight hole, causing it to dribble down the sides in filthy display but you loved it, shoving yourself back down on his cock with naughty enthusiasm. Miguel smirked at you, eyes still slightly dazed from euphoria. 
"Good to see you're not wasting any, baby." 
And before you knew it he picked you up, yelping slightly then giggling when you took the initiative of squeezing your thighs tighter around his waist, cock still softening slowly inside your silky pussy, but beginning to pulse back to life as you and Miguel began making out passionately while he took careful steps with you cradled in his arms to his bedroom. 
Perhaps by now you didn't have a job anymore, the future of Miguel's farm was still uncertain, surely you'd be the talk of the entire town come a few months later when your tummy would be swelling with the evidence of every steamy thing that took place tonight inside this snowed in ranch. But, for now, you had much harder, longer, thicker things on your mind as round two became three, then four, with a surprise fifth in the middle of the night and a sixth in the morning. 
When all is said and done, you could always just blame it on the snow. 
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Mick Schumacher x Platonic!reader Oscar Piastri x Platonic!reader Logan Sargeant x Platonic!reader Liam Lawson x Platonic!reader
Summary - Five young drivers, five different teams and one friendship group
Warning - One hate comment??
Reader drivers for Redbull
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Back in the paddock, who's ready for the season??
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username Can't wait for more success from our girlie
username We miss you, where have you been??!
= logansargeant She spent the whole winter break binge watching gossip girl and gilmore girls
= yourusername Shhhhhhhh
username Just waiting for the baby drivers content!!
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Fuck I'm friends with some weird ass people
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username Nah Oscar's just being cute ngl
username Liam is giving main character energyyyy
yourusername Why is mine the worst one here omfggg??
= logansargeant Because you are the most weird one!
= yourusername I'm not sharing my sushi with you after the race this weekend
= mickschumacher Aww mate, you've really fucked up there lolll
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yourusername Should I die my hair Red?? Seriously debating it rn
OscarPiastri No, please no!
SchumacherMick Hell yeah! Fire hair!!
LiamLawson30 Oh god! Mick don't encourage her!!!! OMFG
LoganSargeant All I'll say is that you drive for Redbull, and the colour red is owned by a rival of yours
yourusername OMG YOU ARE SO RIGHT!! Let's do rainbow then!
LiamLawson30 Well done Logan! That worked well didn't it?
OscarPiastri I'm so done with you four, so done.
SchumacherMick You know you love us!!
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Y/n choose the group activity today and she choose sushi, surprise surprise! And Liam turned up in his Ken hoodie which he was very proud of lmao
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username That sushi looks sooo good thooo
username Is Y/n wearing friendship bracelets?? Please tell me she made the rest of the guys one each!!?
= username OMFG CAN YOU IMAGINE
liamlawson30 We should defo do sushi again!! I'm still very proud of my hoodie!
= yourusername I loved the hoodie!
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HELP FUCK
WAIT WHAT?!
Mick what did you do?!?!
Are you in safety?!
Whats happened???!
I was stalking this girls page when I accidently liked a post from when she was fifteen!!
Aww mate you're screwed!
When she was fifteen?! How old is she now??
Damn you really fucked uppp
She's 23! So over seven years agooo
Yeah that's awkward ngl!
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Soo thank you for the smashed trophy Y/n, always so helpful! :|
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username She really said 'Let's all share this win'
oscarpiastri I don't know why they trust her near trophies, pretty sure almost all of her own are broken
= yourusername Shhh, I'm trying my best to seem trust worthy
username Thing is she just laughed about it lol
= username I'm just glad that Max isn’t that annoyed, he joined in with her laughter
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Spotted: Redbull driver, Y/n L/n and Actor, Barry Keoghan are seen and paped leaving a restaurant together in Monte Carlo. From our sources, it looked like they were on a date and that they were both very intimate with each other. Do we have a new wag in the paddock and are we going to see one of our baby drivers walking a red carpet more often?
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username Y/n and Barry Keoghan??! The same Barry who was in Saltburn??!
username He is almost ten years older than her ewww
oscarpiastri Oh so this is how we find out...
= logansargeant Ikr!
= mickschumacher She said that she was busy at a redbull event tonight
= liamlawson30 Apparently nottt
username Not the other baby drivers finding out through this post!!!
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So Y/n how's the redbull event??!
Yeah are you and Max bored yet?
Yeahhh
Uh guys I can't really talk rn, me and Max are needed on stage to speak
Oh don't worry, say hi to Barry for us
Barry? Who's Barry??
You know Barry Keoghan, the Barry who you were seen cosying up to at a restaurant in MONTE CARLO
Yeah didn't know the new Milton Keynes is in Monte Carlo, crazy right!
Fuck you've seen the paparazzi photos right...?
Yep! So what's going on with Saltburn guy???
Yeah go on tell us how it went
Or how it's going
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PLEASEEE JM BEGGING PLEASEEE. MAKE THE SMUTTIEST SMUT OF MEGUMI X F READER. Like I need it to be disgusting and vile. (Im so horny rn I’m sorry.) make them go round after round🤤 tit grabbing and everything.
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I UNDERSTAND THE ASSIGNMENT
pairing: reader(f) x bf!megumi (aged up)
synopsis: he doesn't just want you-- he needs you. after you had spent days back home, you were not anticipating the beast that brewed in your apartment.
warnings: tit play, fingering, overstimulation, rounds of sex
a/n: YALL I GOT A COLD! this weather change ruined me but it will not stop me from my destiny (of writing smut). sorry this took me so long to get to xo
It wasn't like it was that long. What was it, 4 days? Family called you home, and you couldn't refuse after hearing the longing in their voices. Megumi made futile attempts to keep you home, but you had to go see your family. You remember tying up his now long hair, his face grumpy and he wouldn't make eye contact.
You finally returned, and the house was particularly quiet. Getting yourself situated by the door, you proceed into your apartment slowly, the pit pats of your slippers being the only sound. "Megumi?" You call out quietly, hoping your voice didn't intrude in the still silence.
Finding your way to your shared bedroom, you noticed the door was slightly ajar. You push the door open quietly, but the creaking made you known. Sat on his side of the bed with a small book in hand, Megumi looks up and his eyes widen.
You barely get to say a word, as he wastes not a moment of his time. Strong arms shelter you, his chiseled chin sat calmly on the top of your head. You wrap your own arms around him, closing your eyes to melt in his embrace. He smells of vanilla and cardamom. "Your hair looks messy," you murmur against his chest, smiling warmly to yourself.
"Hadn't fixed it since you left," Megumi responds curtly, his fingertips denting lightly into your back. "Didn't care 'nough to." He tightens his hold around you, his warmth taking you over. "Why didn't you call me? I would have picked you up."
"It wasn't necessary," you hum, "I took a cab." As you melted more in his hold, you felt his hands snake down to your bum. His face lowers into the crook of your neck, lightly chapped lips leaving kisses there. You weave your fingers into his hair, tilting your head to give him better access. "Babe..."
"m'sorry, I should ask first," Megumi whispers in a raspy voice. He brings your free hand over to his bulge, guiding you to rub the limb up and down. "I've missed you s'much... may I?"
You giggle, lifting Megumi's head from your neck. Obsidian eyes bore into your own, his cheeks flushed pink. It took a long time for Megumi to openly express himself to you. And yet still, he was unable to take what he wanted without the need to ask. "You need not ask," you whisper, "I'm yours, Megumi."
His eyes narrow down, trying to find true confirmation in your gaze. But your eyes don't relent, and flames begin to dance in his eyes. You loved how respectful he is, but you two have been dating for too long for him to still ask permission to love on you. Especially when he was starving for you and your body.
Without wasting another moment, he hastily tosses you onto the bed. Your heart races from his sudden movements as desperate fingers begin to discard your clothing one by one. In seconds, you were just in your undergarments. He simply looks down, his lips practically salivating at the very sight of you. His hands cling to the center of your bra, dragging them opposite directions until it ripped. Your breaths poured out, a throaty moan leaving your mouth. "was that necessar--"
Before you could dare finish, Megumi's hungry lips entrap yours. Between kisses, he begins to strip himself, revealing to you the toned body, defined abs, and intense scarring ornate all over his body. You felt dirty to admit it, but seeing his scars turned you on. You'd never let that slip out, not even to your own soul.
Pulling away, Megumi stands upright once more and looks down at your body once more. Hungry eyes stared at your breasts as they bounced with every motion he did to take off your panties. "baby," Megumi begins quietly, "please let me know if i'm too rough. but, i'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll never leave without me again."
With that, he sits at the headboard of the bed, grabs a firm hold of your hips and lifts you towards him. A pool had long developed between your legs, and he knew it. "ass up for me." You lay your torso, but perk your ass up in front of him per his demand. Once you did, three fingers jam inside your leaking flower.
"h-hey!" You gasped, unprepared for his immediately quick pace. Megumi's bony fingers thrust into your pussy, your precum coating his hand in minutes. He curled his hands to drag his finger tips against your g-spot, earning him scratchy moans from you. "babe-- megumi-- it's t-too much, t-too soon to--"
You didn't want to come yet-- it would be too embarassing, and Megumi knew that. But his fingers didn't relent, and you could feel your climax coming. "i need you to finish for me right now, beautiful."
"b-but...!" You say painfully. You wanted to come with his dick inside you-- not like this in the half hour you've been home. "megumi, please--!"
"now," he demanded, with his free hand giving your ass cheek a burning spank. In moments, bursts of juice leave your cunt, the warm water dragging down to your clit, threatening to drip. Your chest heaved desperately against the best, sheets curled forcibly between your fingers.
You were prepared to be annoyed, when Megumi suddenly takes your hips and sits you down onto his cock. You writhe, your back arching against his torso. You let out strings of curses, only to be quieted by Megumi's fingers filling your mouth. The taste of your cum met your tongue as Megumi's rough fingers played with it. Your ass dragged against his pelvis, and his long, thick limb filled you up kindly.
"t-too much...!" You mewl, your toes curling from being suddenly filled. Your tight walls made Megumi dizzy, as he had been dreaming of fucking you the minute you left for your trip. He gently thrusts into you, making you hop lightly up and down his cock. As he did, his large hands scoop up your breasts. They were still warm, and slightly sweaty since you recently 'removed' your bra.
"mm, so perfect," Megumi hums against the back of your neck. He teases you, peppering hot kisses on your neck. He aggressively massages your breasts, overstimulating you in the process. Despite your pleas, you didn't want to stop him (not like you could anyways). His fingers clenched your breasts desperately, moving them every which way while your buds were being clamped and pulled at by the interdigits.
You felt light headed, unable to stop the tight hold on Megumi's thighs as he gently fucked you. His hands were the opposite, pulling and tugging your mounds, rubbing teasingly at the crevice's under your breasts. Teeth finally met your neck, with a series of sucking and nibbling to ensue.
"m'gonna cum-- again..!" You spew out, your body unable to itself. You squirmed around his cock just enough to add to the friction and force you to finish around his ever-horny cock. "megumi..." you moan slowly, but his silence made you realize that it was not over. "h-hey--!"
He pushes you against the best, positioning you as you once were when he was fingering you to your first orgasm. Firm hands take hold of your hips as he suddenly slams his cock right back inside of you. It slid it quickly, with a heavy coating of two of your orgasms all over his aching member. You claw at the end of the bed while your boyfriend fucked your lights out.
"come again, love," Megumi demands firmly. His fingertips dig into your sides, his pace a little too quickly for you to be able to recover at all. "get tight 'round me." Your pussy was burning, the overstimulation clouding your vision. But Megumi was fucking that 3rd orgasm out of you, whether you liked it or not. With a final and deep thrust, you felt your pussy clench tightly around him, with more cum seeping out of your used cunt.
But he wasn't ready to let you go just yet. He stands the both of you up, bringing you over to the large mirror you thrifted years ago. He knew your legs were weak already, but he hasn't come yet. And this night would never end until he does. You eye yourself in the mirror, your neck and shoulders ornate with hickies, and your nipples bruised a light purple. There were red markings all over your breasts after Megumi's attack. Your legs held a shine, with your cum slowly making its way down to your calves.
Without a word, Megumi put his hand on your back and silently makes you bend over. His hands find their way to your ass, and he spreads it so he can fill you up once again. In a second, his phallus fills you up once again, and you could feel the burning sensation tug at the bottom of your stomach. "megumi..." his name left your mouth in a whimper, a horny cry.
Getting back into his rhythm, Megumi's hands find their way to your wrists and pulls them back. He forces you to arch your back once more, your eyes clouded from your state of painful ecstasy. His strokes are sloppy but still consistent, considering his pent up stress and now exhaustive state.
"m'so close... so fuckin close," Megumi growls between gritted teeth. "your pussy takes me so well..." You watch your breasts bounce with each thrust. Your body was searing, waiting eagerly for his orgasm. "im gonna fill you up, mm, okay beautiful?"
You nod tiredly, incoherent sounds being the only thing you could muster. He thrusts so deeply that his tip threatens to touch your womb. But finally, his pelvis presses against your ass, and he shoots his load between your searing walls. You finish simultaneously, your body finally giving out. But Megumi pulls out and catches you, guiding you over to the bathroom for a nice, warm shower.
As he sits you down on the toilet to prepare the bath, he looks back at you and chuckles. You were leaned against the wall beside the toilet, eyes closed with sweat collecting all over. "Next time, pack me in your luggage," Megumi advises in a monotone voice.
You suck your teeth, earning another laugh from him.
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keeps-ache · 2 years ago
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at times like these i dream to fly
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sturnioz · 1 month ago
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Crybaby!reader or shy!reader wanting to put a bow around fb!chris hard dick. It would be so seriously unserious. Like a heated make-out and out of the blue they would ask.
mine is shy!reader :) if you'd like a crybaby!reader vers, @55sturn and @hanbinics have that reader insert ! also, considering my two don't kiss .. won't be incorporating that rn just to stick with my theme/story. sorry abt that !!!
"i'm not lettin' you tie a fuckin' bow on my dick, kid. knock it off." chris grumbles, glaring at you through his hazy vision as he takes another drag from the joint, the smoke curling from his mouth as he continues to speak. "don't give a fuck if you saw it on tiktok or some dumb shit, s'not happenin'."
"just once? please?" you press with a quiet tone as you twirl the soft pink ribbon around your finger, your frown deepening as you imagine how it would look. "i'm just curious... and my friend said she did it with nate as a joke, and it sounded like fun."
"i don't care — at all, really. not one bit." he says, his tone flat and unyielding.
"you're so..." you trail off, your frustrating bubbling beneath the surface as you huff, slowly unwrapping the ribbon from your finger. a wave of insults dance in your mind, but you bite your lip, pulling a face instead.
"i'm so what?" chris challenges, raising an eyebrow and fixing you with a piercing look as he takes another hit from his joint. you huff once again, turning your gaze away, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much he just got under your skin — even though it's probably clear. "yeah. thought so."
you're unable to stop yourself from pulling another face at his words, mimicking him by accident, and you freeze when chris reaches out and knocks your knee with his foot in warning.
you raise your head to meet his gaze, finding him already staring back at you with an unimpressed expression. neither of you breaks eye contact for a moment, and you're surprised at yourself for not backing down.
finally, he scoffs, breaking the silence. "fine. whatever. do it."
you choose not to ask him if he's sure in fear that he would suddenly change his mind, and a gentle smile spreads across your lips as you reach out towards him, freeing his soft cock from his boxers.
you play with him a little just to get him hard for you — stroking his cock like you would during sex, applying the right amount of pressure and moving your hand over his sensitive tip, watching as his hips buck slightly at the contact.
in truth, if you were horny right now, the sight would've made you wet and you would've shyly asked him to fuck you — but the thought of the tying the ribbon into a bow on his cock was the only thing on your mind, you just wanted to see what it would look like.
you're really curious.
once he's hard, you're careful to wrap the silky pink ribbon around his cock with utter concentration, your tongue even poking out between your lips as you secure it with a few gentle tugs, ignoring the way he shifts and grunts under your touch.
"y'happy?" chris drawls once the work is done, his gaze flicking down to see the final result. he scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief. "jesus — all that whinin' for it to look like this? this is underwhelming as fuck, kid."
you hum, lips pursed as your head tilts to the side. "it's kinda cute."
chris' eyes snap to yours in an instant. "don't ever call my dick cute again."
"sorry." you give him an apologetic smile, and he shakes his head in annoyance. taking one last hit of his joint, he turns, placing it down in an ashtray as he blows out the smoke, his mind starting to feel a lot more cloudier.
but that doesn't prevent him from hearing the quick noise of a camera shutter.
he whips his head back to look at you, his eyes narrowing as he notices your phone pointed directly at his cock. "did y'just fuckin' take a picture?"
you smile sheepishly, your cheeks warming slightly as you realise you've been caught. "... no."
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“VICTORIA’S SECRET.”
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summary: you took sam into a lingerie store, in hopes he would be embarrassed… but he got revenge.
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warnings- afab reader, slight humiliation, some degradation, voyeurism if you squint, cream pie, overstimulation is implied, spanking and if i forget any, lmk!<3
a/n- i have a 5 day trip to nyc in a few hours, so i probably won’t be active for that time period, im currently writing an anakin skywalker AND a scott barringer fic rn. ill be sure to finish them when im home:)))
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"Sam, please don't be like this," She begged, turning on his arm as he rolled his eyes. "It's just a lingerie store. It's not like we're going to a pet cemetery or something."
He sighed heavily, his studded belt jingling against the metal rack of a nearby clothing store. "Fine," he grumbled, "but I'm not going to help you pick out your granny panties."
With an indignant huff, she shot him a glare that could've cut glass. "For your information," she said, her voice sharp as a knife, "I don't wear granny panties." She spun on her heel, her hair whipping around like a dark halo, and stormed towards Victoria's Secret, her favorite lingerie shop. Sam had no choice but to follow, his sneakers squeaking against the polished mall floor.
Once inside, the soft glow of the pink lights bathed them, the scent of vanilla and jasmine hanging in the air. She began to weave through the aisles, her eyes scanning the delicate lace and silk that adorned the mannequins. She couldn't help but feel a little thrill at the thought of Sam being in such a place, his discomfort was almost palpable. It was like watching a fish out of water, flapping around, trying to find its way back to the ocean of black band t-shirts and skinny jeans.
Her gaze drifted to the far corner where a royal blue set caught her eye, the exact shade of the streak in Sam's hair. It was a daring choice, she thought, but it had a certain allure that called to her. She picked it up, the fabric feeling like a whisper against her skin. The set was comprised of a push-up bra with a lace trim that would make her cleavage look like a secret garden and matching panties that had a cheeky little bow at the back. She couldn't resist a smirk as she imagined Sam's reaction.
Turning to face him, she held up the ensemble with a flourish. His eyes widened like a teenage boy's would at the sight of his favorite band's poster. She watched as his gaze took in every inch of the lingerie, his pupils dilating with desire. "What do you think of this one?" she asked sweetly, playing coy.
"Oh my god," Sam breathed, his baby blue eyes darkening with a hunger she hadn't seen before. "If you wear that, you won't need any other accessories," he managed to murmur, his voice hoarse with restrained lust.
Her smirk grew into a full-blown grin as she turned to face him, holding the royal blue lingerie set against her chest. The soft light played over the material, casting shadows that only served to enhance its allure. She could see his pulse quickening in his neck, his fingers itching to touch the silky fabric.
SUMMARY^1: She found a royal blue lingerie set at Victoria's Secret, the same color as Sam's hair streak. Presenting it to him, she playfully asked for his opinion. Sam's reaction was intense, his eyes revealing desire and his voice growing husky, suggesting she would look stunning in it.
"Well, if you insist," she said, sauntering towards the checkout. The color looked stunning against her pale skin, the blue a stark contrast to the darkness of her outfit. She knew it would look even better against the starkness of her bedroom walls. The cashier looked up, her eyes flicking between Sam and the lingerie with a knowing smile. She felt a thrill of excitement, enjoying the fact that she was making him squirm in public.
As she placed the set on the counter, Sam's gaze remained glued to it, his mind racing with thoughts of peeling it off her later. The cashier's eyes darted to him, reading his discomfort with a smirk before she scanned the tags and bagged it. The plastic crinkled as she handed it over, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet store.
"Thank you," she said sweetly to the cashier, her voice dripping with the satisfaction of knowing she had Sam right where she wanted him.
Before she could even think of her next shopping destination, Sam's grip on her arm tightened and he began pulling her through the mall at a pace that was halfway between a brisk walk and a full sprint. She stumbled to keep up, laughing despite herself at his urgency. "What's the hurry?" she teased, glancing over her shoulder at his flushed face.
SUMMARY^1: She bought the blue lingerie set, enjoying Sam's evident desire. The cashier smirked at their interaction. He grew increasingly eager to leave, practically dragging her through the mall, his discomfort now tinged with excitement. She playfully questioned his rush, amused by his flustered state.
"You know what," he murmured, his eyes dark with something that sent a shiver down her spine. She playfully resisted, letting out a little squeal when he picked up his speed, dragging her out of the lingerie shop and into the bustling mall. The sound of their shoes on the tiles and the distant chatter of shoppers faded away as they approached the exit.
The cool air of the parking lot was a stark contrast to the warm, fragrant atmosphere of the mall. Sam's grip on her arm didn't loosen as they made their way to his car, a black sports car that looked as out of place in the suburban mall as he did in the lingerie store. He opened the door for her, his movements sharp and decisive. She slid in, her heart racing from a mix of excitement and the sudden shift in his demeanor.
He got into the driver's side and cranked the engine, the purr of the car vibrating through her body. She watched as he shifted gears and peeled out of the parking space, the tires squealing against the asphalt. She could feel the speed increasing as they left the mall behind, the scenery outside becoming a blur of colors and lights. It was only when they passed a street sign that she realized they were not heading towards her house.
Her eyes narrowed, and she turned to him. "Sam, you missed the turn."
"I know," he said, his voice low and intense. "We're not going to your place."
Her eyes widened. "What? Where are we going?"
SUMMARY^1: He bought the lingerie and hurried her out of the mall, his excitement palpable. Despite her playful protests, he led her to his black sports car and drove off. When she noticed they weren't going to her house, she questioned him, surprised by the shift in their plans.
He didn't take his eyes off the road, his knuckles turning white on the steering wheel. "My apartment," he repeated, and she felt his hand land on her thigh, giving it a firm squeeze. It was possessive, almost aggressive, and she couldn't help the way her body responded, heat blooming in her core.
Her heart raced as the car sped through the city streets, the lights flashing by in a colorful blur. She swallowed hard, trying to ignore the sudden dryness in her throat. "Sam," she began, but his grip tightened, cutting her off.
With each speed bump they hit, she found herself subconsciously shifting forward in her seat, her core grazing the side of his hand. It sent a jolt of electricity through her, and she had to bite her bottom lip to keep from gasping out loud. His eyes flicked to hers briefly, a knowing smirk playing on his lips before returning to the road.
"Sam," she whispered, her voice barely above the engine's growl. But the words she wanted to say died on her tongue when she saw the look in his eyes, a fiery determination that was as mesmerizing as it was terrifying.
He pulled the car into the underground garage of his apartment complex, the headlights cutting through the darkness like twin beams of white-hot desire. The tension in the air was thick, charged with the promise of something raw and primal. He parked in his designated spot, the engine idling for a moment before dying down to a quiet hum. His hand didn't leave her thigh as he unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to face her. "You wanted to play this game," he said, his voice a dark whisper, "now it's my turn to set the rules."
Her eyes searched his, looking for any sign of teasing or jest in his gaze. But she found only a fiery determination that sent a shiver down her spine. She knew she had pushed his buttons in the lingerie store, flaunting her sexuality without a care for his comfort. And now, she was about to face the consequences of her actions.
"I'm sorry," she offered, her voice small and meek. But the words were cut off by the sudden pressure of his hand moving higher, his thumb grazing the edge of her panties. She gasped, the fabric already damp with anticipation.
Sam leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. "You're so wet," he murmured, his voice filled with a dark satisfaction. "And that's just from my hand? You're such a naughty whore for my hand, aren't you?" His words were like a slap to her senses, jolting her out of her momentary hesitation.
Her eyes flashed with a mix of shock and arousal as she processed his crude yet undeniably accurate assessment of her current state. She bit her bottom lip, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and desire. He wasn't wrong; she was wet, and it was all because of his touch, his presence, the way he made her feel like prey to his hungry gaze.
Without another word, Sam opened the car door, the cool air of the garage brushing against her heated skin. He pulled her out of the car, his grip unyielding, and she stumbled slightly in her haste to keep up with his long strides. He slammed the door shut behind them, the sound echoing off the concrete walls as they made their way to the elevator. The fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting eerie shadows that danced across his face, making his features look harsher, more predatory.
As the elevator doors slid open, he scooped her into his arms, his strength surprising her. She gasped as he carried her across the threshold of his apartment, the door swinging shut with a bang that seemed to reverberate through her entire being. The space was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to block out the city lights. The only illumination came from the flickering glow of a candle on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the room.
He set her down roughly on the bed, the mattress bouncing slightly beneath her. She watched as he moved with purpose, the tension in the air thickening like a storm cloud about to unleash its fury. He grabbed the bag from the lingerie store and tossed it to her. "Put it on," he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Her trembling hands reached into the bag and pulled out the royal blue set. She could feel his eyes on her as she unclipped her bra and slid off her pants, the fabric pooling around her ankles like a dark waterfall. The cool air hit her bare skin, making her shiver. She took a deep breath and slipped the panties on, feeling the soft lace kiss her skin before adjusting the bow at the back. The bra was next, the cups cupping her breasts, pushing them up to create a perfect view that she knew would drive him wild.
As soon as she had the lingerie in place, Sam was upon her. The studded belt hit the floor with a clank, the spiked bracelets following. His hands moved with an urgency she had never seen before, peeling off his black band t-shirt to reveal the toned abs she had only ever caught glimpses of. The sight of his bare chest made her pulse quicken, the anticipation building within her like a crescendo in a symphony of desire. He kicked off his sneakers and yanked down his jeans, his eyes never leaving hers, the intensity in them making her knees weak.
Her own hands were trembling as she watched him, the fabric of her new lingerie seeming to hum with the energy in the air. He stepped out of his pants, and she couldn't help but gasp at the size of his erection, straining against the fabric of his black boxers. With a smirk, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband and slid them down, revealing himself to her fully. She felt a warm rush between her legs, her body responding instinctively to the primal need she saw reflected in his gaze.
"On your stomach," he ordered, his voice a gruff rumble that sent another shiver through her. She complied, her heart hammering in her chest as she felt the coolness of the bed against her skin. He climbed onto the bed, his weight pressing down slightly, and she could feel the heat from his body radiating through the mattress.
He straddled her hips, his legs on either side of her. His hands were firm as they gripped her wrists, pulling them back until she felt the soft bite of the handcuffs snapping shut around them. She gasped, a mix of surprise and arousal, her eyes widening in the dim candlelight as she felt the cold metal digging into her skin.
With a smirk, he reached down and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her new lingerie. With one swift tug, he ripped the delicate fabric away, exposing her bare ass to the cool air. "Sam!" she exclaimed, the shock causing her voice to crack. "I just bought this!"
"I'll buy you more," he replied, his voice a low growl of dominance. "Now, be quiet." His words were a command that sent a shiver down her spine. She knew she had pushed him to his limit, and now she was going to pay the price.
With a smug smile, he tossed the shredded lingerie aside, revealing her bare skin to the cool air of the room. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and incredibly turned on. His hand trailed down her back, sending goosebumps along her skin as he caressed her curves. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice a stark contrast to the harshness of his earlier tone.
The sudden sting of his hand smacking her ass took her by surprise, the sound echoing through the quiet apartment. She yelped, her body jolting at the sharp pain. He didn't give her time to recover, delivering another smack, harder this time. The heat spread through her cheeks, the pain turning into a warm ache that mingled with her desire.
Before she could even begin to protest, his hand clamped over her mouth, silencing her. The smell of his skin, a mix of leather and sweat, filled her nostrils as she felt his other hand positioning himself at her entrance. The anticipation was almost unbearable, a cocktail of fear and excitement. Then, without any warning, he thrust inside her, filling her completely in one swift motion.
The sudden intrusion took her breath away, the pain momentarily overwhelming the desire that had been building in her. She bit down on the hand that covered her mouth to stifle her cry, her eyes watering with the intensity of the sensation. But as the initial shock subsided, she felt her body begin to adjust, the pain morphing into a deep, primal pleasure that spread through her like wildfire.
"You wanted to act like a whore in the lingerie store," he growled, each word punctuated by a brutal thrust, "so now you're going to be treated like one." His hips pistoned into her, the force of his movements pushing her further into the bed. She could feel the fabric of the comforter bunching up under her, the material rough against her sensitive skin.
The sting of his words and the harshness of his touch were a stark contrast to the tenderness she had come to expect from him. But the fire in her belly grew with every smack and thrust, the pain mixing with the pleasure until it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began. She managed to arch her back a little for him, lifting her ass up to meet each punishing movement, her eyes watering from the intensity of it all.
Sam's grip on her mouth tightened as she moaned, muffling the sounds of her pleasure. He knew he wasn't going too far; they had agreed on boundaries before, a safe word that could stop everything in its tracks if she ever felt truly uncomfortable. But she hadn't said it, and she wasn't using her safe action either—a subtle tug on his earlobe that signaled she needed him to ease up. Instead, she was responding to him like a wild animal in heat, her body writhing beneath him, her hips bucking back to meet his every move.
The room grew hot with the scent of their combined desire, the candle flickering as he pounded into her. He watched the way her body reacted to his touch, the way her breaths grew ragged and desperate, and he knew she was getting off on this. It was a heady feeling, one that made his blood sing with power and lust. He smacked her ass again, the sound ringing out in the quiet apartment, and she moaned even louder, her pussy tightening around him.
Her eyes watered from the pain, but she didn't protest. Instead, she arched her back more, pushing her ass up higher to meet his every thrust. It was the only thing she could do in her bound state, and she used it to her advantage, moving her hips in a way that had him groaning with pleasure. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his grip on her wrists tightening as he picked up his pace.
He leaned down, his breath hot against her neck as he whispered obscenities into her ear. "You like this, don't you?" he murmured, his voice a dark caress that sent shivers down her spine. "You like being my little whore, don't you? My little fuckdoll.”
Her breath hitched, her body responding to the harshness of his words. She couldn't deny it; the way he talked to her, the way he used her, it all just made her wetter, made her crave more. She nodded, a silent admission of her desires, her eyes fluttering shut as she focused on the feeling of him inside her.
His whispers grew filthier, his breath hot and wet against her ear as he spoke of all the things he was going to do to her. His words painted a vivid picture in her mind, one that had her pussy clenching around him. "You're going to take it all," he murmured, his hips moving in a rhythm that was punishing and perfect. "Every inch of me, until you're begging for mercy."
The hand that had been clamped over her mouth moved down to her stomach, his fingers digging into her skin as he pushed down, forcing her to arch even more. The pressure was intense, and he felt something strange—a bulge, a sensation that sent a new wave of pleasure crashing through him. He realized that she was so tight around him, so filled to the brim with his cock, that he could feel it in her belly. The realization made him even harder, his body responding to the idea of being so completely claimed by him.
"Feel that?" he murmured into her ear, his breath hot and ragged. "That's what you do to me, baby. You make me feel like I own every part of you." He leaned down to kiss her neck, his teeth grazing the soft skin. The hand that had been on her stomach trailed down to her pussy, his thumb finding her clit. He began to rub it in slow, deliberate circles, his movements matching the rhythm of his hips.
Since her mouth wasn’t clamped shut anymore, she could talk. And talk she did, letting out a string of moans and gasps that grew more frantic with every stroke. "Sam, I'm close," she whimpered, her voice shaking. "So close." She could feel her orgasm building, a tension that coiled tightly in her belly, ready to snap.
Sam's response was to thrust even deeper, his pace quickening. His thumb moved in circles over her clit, the pressure just right to drive her wild. "Come for me," he ordered, his voice thick with desire. "Come on my cock, like a good little whore."
The words were like gasoline on a fire, setting her off. Her orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave, her body shaking with the intensity of it. She cried out, the sound a mix of pleasure and pain as she felt him swell even more inside her, his own release imminent.
"Sam, I'm coming," she managed to gasp out, her voice hoarse from the effort of holding back. She could feel the muscles in her stomach tightening, her pussy contracting around his cock as the pleasure overtook her.
He responded by pounding into her even harder, his own climax approaching like a runaway train. With a final, desperate thrust, he emptied himself inside her, filling her with his hot seed. He groaned, his body shuddering with the force of his release. But he wasn't done. He kept moving, his hips jerking in a staccato rhythm, his cock still hard and demanding.
The feeling of him coming inside her was almost too much, but she was so lost in the haze of pleasure that she didn't protest when he pulled out, his cock glistening with their combined juices. He was like an animal in heat, insatiable and unrelenting. Before she could catch her breath, he had her flipped onto her back, her wrists still bound by the handcuffs.
Her legs were trembling, but she managed to spread them, giving him full access to her pussy. She watched as he stroked himself, his eyes locked onto her face, watching her every reaction. "Again," he growled, his hand a blur as he worked himself back to hardness. The sight of him was almost too much, so raw and primal.
He didn't waste any time, plunging back into her with a ferocity that left her gasping for air. Each thrust was a declaration of his dominance, and she reveled in it. He was so deep inside her, so deep she could feel him in her chest. The sensation was overwhelming, and she knew she was going to come again.
As she felt the familiar tightening in her belly, she reached for his hand, silently begging for release. He smirked, knowing exactly what she wanted. He leaned down and whispered into her ear, "Not yet, baby. Not until I've had my fill." And with that, he reached between her legs and found her clit again, rubbing it in time with his thrusts.
Her breath hitched, and she could feel the second orgasm approaching, a wild beast ready to pounce. She moaned around his thumb, her body writhing beneath his, her legs trembling with the effort of holding herself up. He leaned down to kiss her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he whispered more dirty promises. "I'm going to make you come so hard you won't be able to walk straight for days," he murmured, and she knew he meant every word.
The pressure inside her was unbearable, the tension coiling tighter and tighter with every stroke. She could feel the head of his cock nudging against her cervix, and she knew it was only a matter of time before she shattered. His thumb moved faster on her clit, the pressure building until she couldn't take it anymore.
Her eyes snapped open, and she stared up at him, her pupils dilated with lust. "Sam, I can't," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can't hold on much longer."
But he was relentless, his strokes becoming more erratic as he chased his own release. She felt the tension in his body, the way his muscles coiled and flexed with each powerful thrust. And when he finally came again, it was with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundation of the room. He pushed deep inside her, his cock pulsing with the force of his orgasm, filling her up completely.
Her own orgasm was just as intense, the second one hitting her like a freight train. She bucked against him, her bound wrists tugging at the handcuffs as she screamed out his name. Her pussy clenched around him, milking him for every drop, and he groaned in response, his hips jerking with the force of it.
Finally, with a last, desperate thrust, he pulled out, and she watched as his semen began to trickle out of her, painting a white line down her thigh. Sam's gaze followed the path of his release, and she could see the hunger in his eyes as he took in the sight of her, trembling and used.
Without a moment's hesitation, he leaned down, his tongue darting out to catch a droplet of his own cum on her skin. She gasped at the sensation, the taste of him on her, and the realization of what he was doing. His eyes met hers, a wicked glint in them as he licked the trail of semen up to her pussy. He paused at her entrance, his breath hot against her sensitive flesh.
"Sam, what are you doing?" she managed to ask, her voice trembling with a mix of shock and excitement.
"Now, be quiet for me baby," he murmured, his tone a seductive blend of dominance and affection.
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