#and nando getting dicked down

[scrollonso]

FLAVIO MIGHT BE COMING BACK TO F1?

nando prep ur ass rn.

[yourstrqly]

✰ POSITIONS, F1 DILFS

[ starring ] sebastian vettel, kimi räikkönen, fernando alonso, jenson button, lewis hamilton, kevinmagnussen

[ tw ] fem!reader, smut (+18), dom!drivers, mention of sex toys and tapes, dirty talking, fem and male oral receiving (+ choking on dick)

. minors do not read .

sebastian enjoys sitting back to watch you play with yourself, be it your dainty fingers buried deep inside your pussy and coated in your juices, or the dildo, the copy of his cock, he had gifted you months ago when he was away; the sight of the grip your greedy pussy has on the plastic phallus and your body writhing in the sheets, whorish moaning his name to pled for relief, thighten his trousers but rather than bouncing you, feeling your tight little satch, he leans forward, breath fawning onto your wet tights, resulting in goosebumps.

you'd cry out silently, legs shaking as you ram the toy faster into your warmth. "what did you say, liebe? (love) care to repeat?", the man would ask, his rough hands grabbing your thick tights. "want my big dick inside you? fuck you till you can't remember your name and see stars no more, huh?", he'd taunt you with a massive smirk on his pinkish lips. "that what you would like, don't you, my dirty girl?"

kimi prefers on being hands on, having you knee in front of him to suck him off. tears have already escaped your eye and stained your hallowed cheeks, while his right hand sits at the back of your head, hair kept in a ponytail to manage the speed and the desired depth. your glossy eyes holding contact with his lustfilled gaze and the choking sounds as well as the moans that send off vibrations around his dick, makes him pull your face against his pelvic bone to deep throat him. the tightness of your wet mouth let's his cock throb slightly, the taste of salty pre cum hits your tongue once again.

slowly, kimi would face fuck you, forcing your lips to touch his pelvic whenever he pulls your head towards him, forcing your jaw to go slack and take his long cock all the way as saliva runs out of the corners of your stretched mouth, trailing down your tits and eventually hitting the carpet. "you love being my good girl, eh? then choke on it."

nando loves to grab your plump ass whilst hugging you whenever it is in public or in the privacy of a room — if his action is made in the later situation, the innocence of his touch quickly turns into nibbling playfully on your ear and neck, leaving small marks to show his claim of you. his finger would dip inside your clothing to touch your already wet pussy, gently brushing past the outer lips to rub your clit, which will transform you into mush against his body. wanting to eat you out, nando would lay you down on the bed if there is one, probing pillows under your hips to get an easy access to your wetness. he's godsend, festing on your pussy as it would be his last time, resulting in leaving you a breathless moaning puddle of a mess. "please don't stop, papi."

jenson would be the guy who'd twirl, pull and nib on your stiff nibbles as you stroke his growing dick whilst watching a sex tape of yourselves to get in the right zone. in his opinion its one of the easiest ways to set the mood; watching a homemade video of him plowing inside you from behind against a hotel wall or having you cuffed on the bedframe, fucking your little hole hard as you cum over and over again — he'll feel your breath stock whenever his recorded self hits your g-spot or lands a spank on your brightly coloured ass, and the slick of your snatch drips on his leg, that's between yours, rubbing over your cunt.

"in another life, you'd be a pornstar, darling", jense would whisper in your ear as he moves above you, running the fat leaking head of his cock against your awaiting pussy.

lewis would have you in sixty-nine, tongue tracing the rim of your snatched hole as you kitten-lick off the precum of his massive dick and nibble softly on a bold vein, chasing a groan out of the fit male. as soon as you reach past the half, he'll push his cock upwards, causing you to choke on his dick — his less dominating hand keeps your head down as his other hand sinks two fingers at the same time inside you roughly, sending you over the edge, a process he continues over again till you tap his thight two times.

"fucked you good, huh?"

kevin likes nothing more than seeing you completely relaxed and giggling during a session of soft, romantic sex; it's his favourite way to return to a relaxed state of mind after a race and running behind his small children. he'll have you ride him though he'd control the pace while pressing your face against his neck to feel you sucking kisses against it. whenever kevin would push hard upwards inside you, he'd hear you purr like a catita or moan, rambling about how he should just throw you down and fuck you, but this will just result in his next pushes slower, teasing you to show you who's the "boss".

POLY/MULTI DRIVERS — SINGULAR DRIVERS

[unsolvedjarin]

THE ENEMY OF MY ENEMY…

pairing: (fernando alonso x wolff! reader)

note: is my first ever work on this site smut? yes. do i happen to not know how to write smut? yes. is this my first time writing smut? yes. is this a bad idea? probably. but we move.

content warning: oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, verb tenses jumping like frogs in lakes

“And Fernando Alonso crosses the finish line in the Bahrain Grand Prix, ending up 4th! Not bad considering the Spaniards track record recently.” You hear the reporters comment, but it’s a distant noise. Fernando finally got out of the midfield fluke he and Aston Martin was having, and you couldn’t be more happy for your partner.

He, however, was even more enthusiastic than you. After smiling through the media pen, he rushes over to your motorhome where he knew you would be waiting for him. Meeting anywhere but your own places was too risky with the media being everywhere, and you weren’t ready to tell your dad just yet about Fernando. He completely understood of course, the age gap was something he knew your dad would take a long long while to warm up to.

He knocked 5 times on your door in a happy beat, before you answered it with a smile and letting him in wordlessly, noticing his good spirits. You were about to congratulate him on his good results, but the second you turnt around you felt his lips on yours and his hands on your body.

You indulge yourself in his taste for a second before, “Fernando we couldn’t possibly—”

He kisses your words away before you finish your sentence, one of his hands moving to your cheek and another still on your waist. Having sex in your Mercedes motorhome would not be an easy thing to achieve, but by god will Fernando achieve it.

He was kissing down your neck before you could protest again, his left hand moving from your waist down to the inside of your pants, fingers hovering just over your panties. Your back was to the wall of the motorhome, and you swear if he pushed you a little bit more the whole place would come tumbling over.

The feeling of his fingers ghosting over your pussy was enough to knock all your senses out of you, however, and you kissed him back fervently as he suddenly pushed his digits into you, making you stifle your moan into his neck.

“Nando we really shouldn’t, my dad— ah— will come in any minute now— fuck right there— shouting profanities at no one in particular because Lewis and George double dnf’ed. You know we’re— oh my fucking god— gonna get caught.”

He suddenly takes his fingers out of you and you groan in displeasure.

“If you’re so worried about getting caught, why don’t we just stop?” He whispers in your ear with a teasing tone. The bastard.

“Asshole,” You reply, kissing him again and pushing him backwards until he’s sat on your couch. Proceeding to straddle him, you take your hand to his racing suit, gliding your fingers delicately from his chest all the way down to his cock, feeling the bulge so evident in his pants. “Or maybe,” you ponder, “we do stop, and your little guy doesn’t get any attention.”

“Please don’t call my dick little guy, mi amor,” he replies jokingly before pulling your Mercedes shirt up, kissing your chest while you grind down on him. “Always so pretty for me. I need more.”

In a second, he flips you over like you weighed nothing and laid you down on the couch, tugging your pants off of you as slowly as he could.

“Nando I swear to god, you better stop fucking teasing me,” you tell him, impatient. He chuckles before leaning back up to kiss you, then slowly making his way down your chest, taking your bra off effortlessly before moving down again to actually take off your pants, leaving you with nothing but your panties on.

“Don’t you think it’s a little unfair that I’m the only one naked here?” You ask him, but with no accusation— he looked sexy in his black fireproofs. He kisses your inner thigh, a sight that would’ve brought any woman to their knees, before replying, “Relax, amor. I want to take care of you first, spread your legs wider.”

You follow his instructions with a hazy mind, not in the mood for any foreplay. Fernando takes your panties off slowly, kissing your leg as it goes along. He’s taking his time, he knows it’s making you want him even more.

“Look how wet you are for me, corazón,” he murmurs, pressing a swift teasing kiss on your clit. The action was enough for you to buck your hips lightly onto his nose, before he takes the bait and fully puts his mouth on your pussy, and begins to eat you out.

He moves like a man starved, holding onto your waist to take you even deeper in his mouth as if he wasn’t already. You try to stifle your moans with your hand to no avail, putting the other one in Fernando’s hair and pulling on it, eliciting a deep groan from him that vibrated up your pussy.

“Just like that— god baby you’re so good— more,” you whine, grinding on his face. He moves his tongue around your folds, making sure his nose bumps your clit every so often to hear you moan even louder.

You throw more endless praises in his direction, “Oh my god, I can’t— you’re so fucking good— I’m gonna cum soon baby,” you moan out, unable to control your volume any longer. Passerbys outside be damned. You feel him speed up at your words, focusing on your clit and inserting two fingers into you to help, making you whine even more.

“I fucking love you Nando, I’m so close—” you mumble, gripping his hair even tighter.

“I love you more corazón, being so good for me,” he murmurs near your folds, the vibration making you moan again. He attaches his mouth back on your clit, and the feeling of his beard is starting to burn but you don’t care, it makes you want him even more.

He knows you’re close, he can feel your walls get tighter on his two fingers and that only makes him add another one in, making you practically mewl at the feeling.

Joined with his tongue circling your clit, the coil in your stomach uncurled and you felt your orgasm release, moaning into your hand that did nothing to hide your volume. You try to close your legs but Fernando keeps them in place, eating out your high with a satisfied look in his eyes.

He climbs up your body, kissing you on the way back like he did before, on your inner thigh, your torso, your chest, and then your mouth, tasting yourself on him.

“That was— fuck, Fernando. That was worth any trouble I’d ever get into,” you say breathlessly. He looked so pretty like this, hid away from the world, just wanting to be yours.

He gave you a light kiss on the nose before replying, “Told you so. You just need to trust me.”

“I do trust you, just not very much in the ‘sex somewhere my dad can find us’ part,” you joke, earning a chuckle from him and a long kiss. “I love you, you know that right?”

He kisses your cheek before settling his body on top of your bare one and replying, “I know. Of course I do, because I love you more.”

“Okay, competitive,” you mumble sarcastically. Before you could help him with his predicament, however, a loud knock startled the both of you.

“Y/N, are you in there?” A deep Austrian accent asks, muffled through the door.

Oh shit. It’s your dad.

You quickly attempt to put on your clothes, ushering Fernando wildly to move to the other couch. There was no other exit in the motorhome, which had you scouring your brain thinking of an explanation for this random Aston Martin driver in a Mercedes motorhome.

“Uh— just a second dad!” You shout, and Fernando could hear how frantic your tone was. Finally managing to put your pants on the right way, you open the door and lean on the doorway inconspicuously. “Hey! What's up?”

Toto Wolff, Mercedes team principal and scariest father in the world when it came to someone you were dating, took a peek over your shoulder— not so hard with his height— and saw Fernando sitting on the couch he just ate you out on, ‘reading’ a book with his legs crossed to cover his hard on.

Fernando looks up and nods at Toto, not wanting to say anything that’ll damn him. Toto nods back, but is still suspicious as to why a Formula 1 driver other than his own ones were in your motorhome.

He was used to Lewis or Mick there, sure, but this was just…odd, to him. “What’s Alonso doing in there?”

You look at Fernando then back to your dad, acting as innocent as you possibly could. “Oh him? He just wanted to escape from the press a bit. He was gonna stay in Aston Martin’s paddock but he wants to get away from them too at the moment, I’m sure you understand.”

“And he…chose your motorhome to stay in?”

“Well you know I can’t help but help people!” You replied awkwardly. The silence stretches out for so long that you just wait for the ground to swallow you up, before Toto shrugged and finally said, “Just came by to tell you that our dinner with Lewis, George, and Mick will be at 7pm instead of 6pm. Our debrief might take longer because of the double dnf.”

“Oh, okay! I’ll be there, I think Lewis is picking me up.” Toto seemed content with that answer and nodded at this, kissing your cheek and telling you to stay safe before walking away from your motorhome.

You sigh a breath of relief, glad that he didn’t ask any more questions about Fernando, although you doubt that’d be the last time they would see each other.

“So you’re going out to dinner with Hamilton tonight?” Fernando asks, snapping you out of your thoughts. His legs were still crossed one over the other to cover his hard on, and his hands were clasped together in the middle. If you didn’t know any better you’d think he looked like someone who was interviewing you.

Smirking at that thought, you reply, “Me and my dad are having dinner with the drivers, not just Lewis. You’re not jealous, are you?”

Fernando shakes his head, but you know him better than that. He uncrosses his legs before patting his thigh, “Close the door. Let me show you how much fun you can have before that dinner.”

Following his instructions once again, you close the door before straddling him with a grin, about to continue where you two had left off earlier.

Unbeknownst to both of you, however, an oblivious Toto Wolff had accidentally dropped his favorite pen from his pocket just at the door of your motorhome. And he was about to come back and retrieve it.

[fourtyforever]

Get in losers were making a fic rec masterlist

Hi y’all it’s me, your local multishipper, and I’m about to be the change I wish to see in the world by putting all the best f1 fics in one place.

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last night by venerat (E, 24k)

College au. Ngl this one is just especially spicy, but also very very funny and fully captivating top to bottom (see what I did there? haha). Also a great ensemble cast here, which I always love.

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Fantasy AU where charlos are princes of warring kingdoms. I love this AU and I love the tenderness between Charles and Carlos that we get out of it. I’m usually not really an AU type of gal but this one really did change my mind.

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Gay chicken. WIP, but I can already tell so clearly exactly where this is going and that is delightful to me. Honestly this really is how they act like 90% of the time already.

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Landoscar

By a thread by @mctwinkdom (E, 32k)

The classic Australian thongs misunderstanding (gone sexual). Incredibly silly, amazingly hot and honestly a top-tier character study of both Oscar and Lando. A great study in unreliable narration as well (probably part of what accounts for my previous point).

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Fake dating. Honestly this one got me in my feels so much more than I expected from the premise. Sweet and a little bit angsty and just a delightful read all the way down.

Strollonso

green light, red wine (and I don’t feel fine) by @vicsy (E, 19k)

Mafia AU where lance is the son of Fernando’s arch nemesis. THEE strollonso fic of all time I tell you. Unparalleled characterization on the part of both nando and lance, fantastic ensemble cast, FANTASTIC writing, and off the charts unreal spiciness. If you haven’t read this yet then what are you doing

El dick plan by @waddlingpenguin (E, 800)

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Brocedes

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Secret Santa (gone horribly wrong). This is…..also just how they are unfortunately. The rancidest of vibes but also screeching-out-loud funny.

will be updating this on the reg so stay tuned for more good fics. also maybe if I am very lucky someday I will have my own fics to add to the list. definitely I need to become slightly more insane before I can start writing for this fandom but believe you me I’m well on my way.

[beanmachine69]

You’ve got me in the Nando feels now! Could you write a smutty (if you do smut) Nando x Lances Sister forbidden relationship/ secretly dating situation where you almost get caught in his drivers room?! Age gaps don’t hurt either 😏😂♥️

Good team, great time | Fernando Alonso

minors dni!

“I don’t think this is a good idea.” You whispered as Fernando dragged you by the arm, sneaking past cameras and people and straight to his drivers’ room. 

“Finally.” He sighed, as he pushed you against the door, moving closer till his face was mere millimeters away from yours. 

“If Lance finds us-” You started, nervous at how close he was to you, and just generally nervous about the whole situation.

“He won’t doll, relax.” He said, smiling.

“Easy for you to say, you’re not going to get killed if anyone finds us.” You hissed, slightly annoyed at how nonchalant he was about this. 

He hummed, nodding and choosing not to verbally respond, instead pulling your face closer to his by the chin and kissing you. You closed your eyes and melted into the kiss, wrapping your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him lower. You both spent a few moments like this, slowly just kissing and smiling before he quickened the pace a bit, deepening the kiss and moving his hands under your shirt. 

Your slight whimper as he pinched your nipple made him smile into the kiss, pulling away to look at your face. God, what an adorable sight it was; your eyes all wide and expectantly looking up at him as your plump lips were parted and slick in anticipation. Though he’d only been acquainted with sights like these a few times before, Alonso truly felt the undeniable urge to see them again, and again- he was addicted to it and all possible hurdles didn’t seem to matter at all. 

“Fuck, fuck, Fernando I don’t think we should be doing this here.” You whispered, fear lacing your voice. 

“Where else baby? Do you want me to take you in the garage? I mean I don’t mind but-” He teased, smiling at how scared you looked. 

“No!” You responded, slapping his arm playfully, “I mean Lances’ room is right next to yours, he could hear us.” You warned, brows raising to see what his response would be. 

“I guess we just have to be quiet, no?” He smirked.

You hated it whenever he smirked, not because he looked bad or anything, but quite the opposite. He just looked so stupidly attractive, it annoyed the shit out of you- especially considering how often he did it too. It had become a thing between you two the past few weeks where he’d pass a smirk at you in the garage or the paddock and you’d just go bright red- he got some sort of joy from it. He found it so adorable the way you’d blush and look away, trying to play it off even though your face was a major give away. 

Fucking his boss’ daughter was not part of the el plan, yet here he was, sneaking around wherever and whenever he could to spend time with you. You were significantly younger than him, and though you were old enough to make your own decisions, your age gap would definitely earn you two more than just disapproving frowns from others. Fernando liked and respected Lance a lot as a teammate, hell he even really liked Lawrence, maybe he just liked all the damn Strolls, especially the one who was looking up at him now, mouth full of his dick and eyes watering as you choked on his length.

“Fuck yes, just like that.” Fernando sighed, relaxing on the stiff sofa under him. 

His hand was in your hair, guiding you as you rhythmically bobbed your head up and down his length, pulling away and watching as your spit spilled from your mouth and onto the dark pink tip of his dick. Your face was in close proximity to his member, so when you attempted to catch your breath, you were immediately hit by his scent, motivating you to lower your mouth back onto him, flattening your tongue on his head as you licked slowly. As much as Fernando appreciated your skill, he was more desperate for release, and so he exercised his authority and pushed your head further down so fast that you audibly gagged as he hit the back of your throat. You tried mumbling a ‘I’m fine’ but it only came out as a gargled noise as you began moving your head up and down again. 

Alonsos’ breathy moans were really, really turning you on; the way he groaned out your name from the back of his throat, and the way he moved his hips upwards and moaned louder every time you hollowed your cheeks and sucked him properly. Your mouth was eliciting the most satisfying sounds you had ever heard- his noises were so addictive, you didn’t want to pull away, not even for air- you just began steadily focusing on breathing from your nose so you could stay down for longer. At that point, you were willing to do whatever it took to keep those deep moans and sighs coming from the man above you. 

“Yeah cariño, just like that.” He moaned, a little louder than before, indicating that he was close, “Keep going, I’m close.” 

You nodded a response, not attempting to speak and focusing on picking up pace. You hollowed your cheeks and sucked him off like he was some sort of lollipop, you moved your head up and down as your hand came up from your underwear to caress his balls, massaging them gently. You continued this for a brief moment before his thrusts stuttered and his hips made a final, deep thrust into your throat the same time his hand grabbed onto your head and held it in place as he came inside your mouth. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, cariño.” He let out, barely able to control his volume.

You couldn’t breathe, and were gagging more than before with the extra pressure, but you kept it together and pulled away with a final suck on his head. You looked up at him and as your eyes met his dazed look, you visibly swallowed, bringing your thumb to clean the edge of your mouth. 

“Fuck, you look so good like that princesa.” He sighed, hand still in your hair as you relaxed against his leg. 

You were just about to reply to his comment when you were both startled by a knock at the door. You jumped up to pull your skirt up as Fernando struggled to put his trousers on. The knock repeated, except this time it was followed by Lances’ voice. 

“Hey Alonso you in there?” He asked. 

You panicked, frozen in the spot, terrified that you’d be caught by your own brother. You snapped out of the trance when Lance knocked again, your reflexes kicked in and you bolted to the cupboard, shoving yourself in there.

“Yeah Lance, uh give me a minute.” Fernando replied, cursing himself for not locking the door. 

He fixed himself up, picking your panties from the floor and shoving them in his pocket when he saw you close the door to the cupboard. He went up and opened the door himself, trying to make sure Lance wouldn’t enter the room itself. 

“Hey man, whatsup?” Lance asked when Fernando opened the door. 

You were frozen in your hiding spot, terrified of the idea of getting caught by your younger brother. You were in no state to be meeting him at this moment, and as the brief conversation between the drivers continued, your panic subsided, Fernando had managed the situation and Lance hadn’t even made it inside the room. The closet was small, and you could barely hear what the conversation was about, so you just sat there, recalling not just todays’ events, but last nights’ events too. You and Fernando had been sneaking around for a while and though it was all fun and games, you had unfortunately developed some feelings for the older driver along the way. He was funny, cute, and really caring and not to forget an incredible driver who was also indescribably attractive. Though neither of you could deny your attraction towards one another, you just weren’t so sure if the tender moments you two shared afterwards were something more than just extended aftercare. 

The closet door opened, Alonso stood in front of you, hands folded over his chest and a cocky expression washed over his face. 

“What?” You asked, a little confused at the expression. 

“That was exciting.” He replied, trying to contain a smile.

“My brother almost walked in on us, and you think that was exciting?” You questioned, mirroring his stance and folding your arms over your chest. 

“Isn’t the idea of almost getting caught kinda fun?” He pressed further, leaning closer and trapping you into the closet with his strong arms. 

“I mean-” You were cut off when he kissed you again, leaning in and pressing his lips onto yours far more gently than he did earlier. 

“You’ve been such a good girl princesa.” He mumbled as he pulled away, a small smile on his lips. 

“Mhm, have I?” You asked, knowing very well that the question was redundant and you knew where this was going. 

“Yes baby, now you decide, what do you want?” He asked, smiling and doing the thing with his lips where he pushes them out momentarily mid-smile.

“You,” You replied, re adjusting yourself to wrap your legs around him, your torso firmly trapped under him in the cupboard, “I want you fuck me, right here, right now.” 

“And what if someone catches us?” He asked sarcastically, eyebrow quirked.

“Isn’t that exciting?” You replied, smirking as you leaned upward to take him into a kiss.

Wrapping your hands around the back of his neck you brought his face lower as you deepened the kiss. You moved your hips upwards, rubbing your clothed core against him. At this point your skirt was pushed up so high, there was practically no use of wearing it. You ground against him for a moment before he took charge again, thrusting his hips into yours and pinning your hips down into the closet base. You moaned at the contact, surprised at how hard he was again. 

You mumbled something before reaching out to help him out of his pants as his fingers hooked onto your panties and pulled them off of you, toying a bit at your wet entrance. 

He aligned himself as he leaned in to kiss you, mouth capturing yours in a kiss so indulgent that he managed to muffle out your very loud moan when he slipped inside you. He didn’t bother waiting for you to adjust to his size, the door was unlocked and the only bit of a cover you two had was the open cupboard door, anyone could walk in at anytime- the thought of which was so exciting that Fernando began his thrusts, hard and fast, fucking you like he needed to. He knew that time was of essence, and he also knew to make you cum around him. 

His pace was relentless, and if it weren’t for his mouth on yours, muffling your moans, the whole damn paddock would have heard the way you moaned out his name with each one of his thrusts. For a split second you were convinced the wood of the cupboard base would snap under the pressure, your thought barely lasting a moment before it got discarded by the feel of your orgasm approaching faster than you expected. You tightened your legs around Fernando, barely managing to announce your situation before he nodded,

“Yeah princesa, me too.” He panted. 

His dick was repeatedly ramming itself into your g-spot, making your limbs quake under him. At that point your head was so devoid of thoughts, you simply could not think of anything apart from how good he felt inside you and how deep he was inside you. Your orgasm was threatening to explode, the only thing holding it off was your wait for his hip stutter to indicate that he was close, except no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t stop yourself from releasing all over him, head falling back as moans spilled out of you and as your walls squeezed him until he came, shooting his warm load into you. 

Your high had you seeing stars, your body shaking as the after effect of it. Fernando fell on you, collapsing onto you and wrapping his arms around you in a warm hug. 

“Santo Dios mi amor, I can’t get enough of you.” He panted, placing a kiss on your forehead. 

You giggled, not understanding the first bit but smiling anyway.

“What?” He stopped, pulling away to look at your red face, “You like that? You like it when I can’t control myself around you?” 

“Maybe.” You smiled, taking your bottom lip in between your teeth as you searched his eyes for any hint of some emotion akin to yours. 

“Good, I like that.” He smiled, kissing your forehead again. “Come on, come to the couch I wanna hold you for a minute.” 

He hadn’t pulled out of you, instead he scooped you up from under your arms and carried you to the small couch in the room, gently laying you on top of him. He stroked your hair as you made little patterns on his clothed chest, still blissfully dazed as his strong arms held you. 

“Y’know,” Fernando started, taking a deep breath in, “I was thinking you and I go to dinner sometime, maybe after the race?” 

“Yeah, I don’t mind.” You replied, avoiding looking up at him so he wouldn't see you blush. 

“Great, because I don’t want to keep sneaking around.” He chuckled, “Your dad asked me what my good-luck charm was these past few races, I wasn’t too sure he’d like my answer.” 

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A/N: I LOVED THIS REQ SM! I'm sorry for making it a bit more romantic than requested, but I love this man and can't help it heh.

Please correct my Google translate Spanish if I've made any errors, it would be appreciated!

Thanks for the request Kat, apologies for the delay <3

As usual, the ask box is open for criticism and requests! Much love <3

[bellewintersroe]

Fernando Alonso x YoungerCeleb! OC Smut.

Lila Mae is a 24 year old actress and model who’s also becoming notorious as a huge F1 fan on Tik Tok. When she gets the opportunity to interview certain drivers on the paddock, an older Fernando Alonso is smitten and the two find themselves fucking in the Aston Martin garages.

warnings: smut, age gap, flirting, oral, very fast burn, sex, anal play, you name it. Lila and Fernando get down and dirty in an intense first meeting.

Fernando stripped off his overalls within the first 2 minutes of the interview with the younger, beautiful woman. Lila, her name was, Fernando recognised her from occasionally watching the races, he’d seen her on TV. Despite being almost 20 years his senior he found himself sweating over her presence. Lila’s eyes fell down to his black fireproofs, the man flashing her a smirk in response. There was not a singular hint of subtleness between the pair, the flirting was hard core and Lila was stunned by how quickly she became attracted to Alonso, a man she’d watched and idolised for years.

“It is getting warm in here- anyway congratulations on the podium today, I’m excited to see you next week.” Her head tilted to the side, smiling sweetly as Alonso’s lips spread, watching back to her pushing her glasses further up on the bridge of her nose.

“The interview is over?” His brows furrowed slightly, Lila felt her lower stomach flutter. “Well that’s all we have time for today.”

“But you will be back next week, for Spain?”

“No, no. They just brought me out for Monaco.” She giggled, eyes roaming over his front once again. Fernando wasn’t hard, at least she thought he wasn’t, but Lila could she the bulge that poked through his fireproofs. It turned her on, she’d be lying if she she said she wasn’t horny.

The thought made her cheeks burn red, kinda like how they were when she first saw him. Except this time was different, she was longing for a man she’d met five minutes prior. Fernando’s eyes were glistening back into hers, he’d reached out, resting on the railing behind the pair. Lila subconsciously sunk a little closer to him.

“You should come back, no?” He glanced around. “She does better than half of them out there.” He nudged slightly at her upper arm, she purses her lips and glanced at his hand before back up to his eyes- and lips.

“I’m in Paris next week.” She shrugged, “no, you are in Spain.” He half teased. Lila felt as though she’d fold any minute. I’m wherever the hell you want me to be- she thought to herself.

Lila smiled and a hum escaped her closed mouth, Fernando gulped at the sound, imagining what other noises she would make. He felt the twitch of his dick in his pants and he shamefully shook the thoughts away. This was a 24 year old woman, too young for him. But she was beautiful, asking him all the right things, her voice was smooth and she was eyeing him up in all the right ways. “Maybe I will have to make a detour.” She spike causing him to chuckle once again. And she was funny. Fernando was charmed instantaneously. When the camera’s were off them, just how he liked it, he continued his conversation with her.

“Do you have anymore interviews today?”

“No, you’re my last one.” Her arm rested on the same railing he did, hand grazing ever so slightly against the bare of her arm.

“I can show you around, the garages are empty at this time. If you would like, of course?” He stammered a little on the end, other than that he felt like it was all going smoothly. Fernando hated to admit it but he could feel the warmth of his cheeks beginning to glow. Lila noticed it and found it endearing.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” She stepped a little closer, Nando gave her a slight pat on the back, fingers lingering on her exposed back. Only then did he get a true sight of her dress, her figure was beautiful, one of a goddess. He had to bite his lip to prevent his jaw dropping.

“I’ve never been in one before.” Lila sighed gently, walking closely besides the driver. Her shoulder brushed against his arm, gazing up to him. Now the two of them were alone, she so desperately wanted to make a move.

“I have- obviously.” He dumbly spoke, causing her to laugh at how he face palmed after. “That was stupid.” He pointed out, blushing harder at the fact she was giggling away.

“Just a little bit.” She playfully knocked into him the two of them sharing eye contact. His eyes fell down, scanning her in a way that evokes his hunger perfectly. His eyes were lidded and pupils were blown, Lila scanned over him with the exact same expression, feeling her pussy begin to ache with an insatiable need for Fernando.

She didn’t move away, neither did he, they both walked side by side, their steps unconsciously growing faster towards the so called empty garages. Fernando prayed to every god above that it was empty, and it paid off. It was completely deserted, the smaller rooms too were completely isolated.

“Oh, the doors are locked.” He pointed out, closing the only open door behind them. “Why?” She faced him, slipping off her glasses. Getting a real sight of her eyes and unobstructed face, Alonso thought he would faint- in a good way. Obviously.

“You look beautiful.” He commented, the compliment falling off his lips. He couldn’t deny the slight nervous sensation that followed. Lila thought her breath caught in her throat.

“Thank you. I’m just- a bit blind without them.” She shrugged, placing them absent mined, down onto one side.

“Oh.” He laughed, glancing down to his shoes. “But… they’re locked because everybody is celebrating.”

“Isnt that where you should be?” She giggled, stepping closer, head tilting up to him.

“I would rather be showing you around.”

“How nice.” She giggled, voice cracking, before glancing around the vast room. Two cars stood in the middle, she’d never been so up close to one before. “Oh my god.”

“You can go closer.” He nodded, following behind as she stepped in front of the car. “It’s smaller than what I thought.” She laughed, glancing up to him. Stepping back slightly, her shoulder touched his chest and she felt butterflies emerge again.

“Do you think?” He muttered, voice lower, she tilted her head to the side, exposing the bare skin on her neck further. Fernando wanted so badly to kiss her, but he worried she’d become weirded out. Instead, he reached out slightly, fingers grazing against the outside of her upper thigh. Lila let out an audible breath, turning to face him a little over her shoulder. Her finger tips grazed over the top of his hand, flattening his palm against her dress. On instinct, Fernando stepped closer, she borderline pulled him against her body, feeling her curves in all the right places.

Her hand guided his, resting on her lower stomach before sliding up to her breasts, his fingers squeezed against the flesh and he felt his dick stand to attention, pushed up against her upper bum. With that, she turned around quickly, attaching their lips, hands grabbing at one another and pulling each other closer, tighter, desperately. She pushed her hips up into his, desiring the idea of the older man being so hard for her.

His hands squeezed at her ass, material of her dress pinching between his fingers, almost revealing her. Fernando felt the slide of her hand against the back of his neck, their breathing becoming heavier as they stumbled slightly. He almost lost complete control of himself, overwhelmed by the intensity of the situation before he pulled back.

“Not in here. There are cameras.” Instead, he took her hands, pulling her into a small changing room, locking the door behind the two of them.

She stood, lost for breath as he strode towards her again, cradling her face within his and kissing her deeply once more. It was so exciting, the pure passion and hunger between basically two strangers. Lila’s grip loosened off his fireproofs before falling down to his crotch in which the fabric had become painfully tight.

Her hand wrapping around his throbbing cock almost made him finish there and then. Fernando thought that would’ve been highly embarrassing and he knew better, especially at 42 years old. In return, he began pulling at her dress, fingers roughly finding her clothed pussy in which he began rubbing seductively.

It wasn’t long before their pants began filling the room. Lila felt her head spinning as their tongues move against one another’s, teeth occasionally clashing when he’d move forwards, attempting to pull her dress over her head. “Wait.” She giggled slipping the material off her shoulder. “Oh.” Alonso smiled, gently brushing it down off her. Her bare breasts were revealed, pierced nipples driving him crazy as he physically moaned, moving forwards, dipping her back romantically and kissing over her chest.

Lila loved when men paid attention to the sensitive of her breasts. Fernando was perfect at it. His lips and tongue sucked and brushed over her nipples and her moans began filling the room, one hand resting on the back of his head, knocking his cap off, the other pressing against the stone wall. “Oh god.” She began sighing, Fernando thought her moans were sinful and was only pushed to fully free her of her dress, simultaneously rubbing at her pussy once again.

When her hand found his, she guided him under her panties, Fernando felt himself moan in sync with her at the wetness which pooled there, yanking them off with this other hand whilst she stepped out. There she was, a fucking Angel, completely stripped naked in front of him. He wanted to spend all the time in the world with her there and then, but they were both so desperate.

His fingers worked to find her clit, pleasuring her, her head feeling heavy as she rested her forehead against his, breathing heavily as he rubbed her through her folds. “Fernando.” She moaned out his name, when his middle finger slipped inside of her. He kissed her again, although he made it difficult because of the moans he was causing to escape from her lips.

Lila felt so wet, so tight yet so ready for him. Fernando felt himself becoming weak in the knees, so desperate to fall before her and watch her pleasure grow as he used his mouth. He followed what his body told him to do and hooked a leg over his shoulder, kissing the side of her pussy before directly over her slit.

Lila thought she might go crazy, so pulled his shirt off from over his shoulders, before he properly attached his mouth to her aching core. Fernando was a fucking demon at eating pussy, he pleasured her so well that she was lightheaded from panting so hard. He’d pushed her against the wall, not so rough, but it was enough to make her grind against his mouth for more.

Mixing a finger into the mix, Lila thought she was going crazy, biting down on her thumb in order to not moan so loud. Fernando watched her, enchanted by her beautiful face, contorted with pleasure. He wanted more, he needed more. His cock throbbed so desperately in his pants that he had to reach down and squeeze himself for some sort of relief.

“Fernando.” Her voice cracked as she writhed against the wall, fingers tangled in his hair, he pulled himself up swiftly, wiping his mouth before pressing his lips to hers once again. “Please.” She whispered, pushing at his pants. When she felt the flesh of his large cock in her hands she didn’t hesitate to stand on her tip toes, lifting a leg up over his waist to slide inside of her. Lila was too short, so Fernando lifted her, their kiss becoming deeper as he slipped so easily inside of her.

The stretch of her pussy was something both of them moaned at, their finger tips digging into one another as he grasped at her ass, ducking slowly into her, careful not to hurt the petite girl. She was so young, so pretty and gorgeous, he thought he might’ve lost his mind for doing this with a stranger, but who could blame him when she looked as good as she did.

He fucked into her with all the passion he had, their love making was intense and desperate, their needs and desires playing out in an animalistic session.

“God, you feel so good.” She tugged at his hair. In return he spanked at the flesh of her ass, finger tips brushing closer against her hole that Alonso so desperately wanted to fill. She whimpered at the spank, so he did it again, grunting at the way she writhed on his cock, hips gyrating in time with his thrusts.

His finger tips, again, probed near her hole, the area wet from her arousal, he noticed when he touched her there her moans and pleads became more intense, so slowly, so slowly, he pushed a finger in, causing her to feel so full with Fernando.

“Oh my god.” She moaned, bouncing harder as he pushed his finger in, mesmerised by her as she gripped onto his shoulder with one arm, the other circulating over her clit.

“Mierda.” He cursed, feeling her pussy tighten around his cock. She had no idea what his Spanish meant, but it was fucking sexy. She leant back, watching back to his pleasured face as she bounced against him, his finger still filling her asshole, something that drove her over the edge.

“I’m gonna cum.” She warned with a choke. Fernando felt so proud as her orgasm began to unfold right in front of him. “Cum. Yes, cum for me.” He hushed, her muscles tensing as she climbed to reach her orgasm, his thrusts becoming even harder, borderline animalistic as he fucked her up to, and through her high.

Lila came crashing down in the most overwhelming orgasm that had her crying out. Fernando felt he was close to following, but when he placed a hand on his chest, sensitive from her orgasm, he slowed down, milking her through her orgasm. Her body trembled, her voice broke with each throb of her pussy, she felt like she’d been sent to oblivion and back, so he soothed her with a deep kiss.

“So good.” He hushed, cock twitching. She regained her senses and hummed against his lips, feeling him pull his finger and cock out and ease her down onto the the ground. Lila felt a little wobbly but fell to her knees. “You don’t ha-” Alonso went to protest, but she’d already taken him in her mouth.

The bobbing of her head drove him crazy, he was seething, hissing with pleasure, and when he felt it, he was embarrassed of how quick it happened. He tapped on her head as a warning and she simply replaced her lips with her hand and began jerking him off, onto the floor below with a slight moan.

Fernando’s vision went white before he screwed his eyes back, head falling back in undeniable pleasure, a warm sensation rushing through his cock and abdomen as he squirted his seed out onto the floor below. It was something to worry about cleaning up later. He let out the hottest groan followed by pants as he gasped for his breath back, his fingers loosening in the grip he didn’t realise he had on her hair before she stood up, the two of them sharing one of the hottest kisses Fernando could imagine.

“I was supposed to interview Max… but I got carried away with you.” She giggled, Alonso smiled and began, enjoying the way she was hanging her arms over his shoulder.

“I’ll be around in Silverstone… maybe I will see you then.” Quicker than she appeared, Lila vanished again and Fernando was left with the humbling task of cleaning up after himself. It didn’t take long, but he felt a little disappointed she’d left. His mind was still foggy from the love making, his high still bubbled through him but yet when he scanned the garage for her she was gone. The only thing which was left was her glasses, resting neatly to one side. Alonso was careful to place them inside his pocket. At least he had a reason to sought her out once more.

[rhey-007]

I can't help falling in love with you

serial killer!Max Verstappen x reader || 18+ P2

Summary: Moving back to your childhood house was never in your plans, but after your parents' death you couldn't let go of it. After moving in and meeting your new neighbor everything seemed to fall apart, but you're too oblivious to notice the obvious.

Warnings/Tags: 18+, GORE (dismembering), mentions of smut, kidnapping, restraining, torture, violance, female reader, creepy/jealous/yandere Max, cheating

A/N: Max and Lando did so good today in Brazil, but I'm so proud of Nando jdkcjhddnhfjdh 💞 And the hug between him and Checo at the interview 😩 I melted... That's it. That's my A/N. Enjoy!

Wordcount: 3541

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Your love life was a misery again after Sergio. You were unable to find someone, while you craved for a normal, romantic relationship after the previous one.

Most of the time after work you’ve spent at Max’s, ocassionally going out to parties with your coworkers. You two layed on his couch, legs tangled together while you played video games, watched races or other things.

Sometimes Daniel joined you too, joking how close you two seemed to be, glued to each other most of the time. But you didn’t see it, you saw your actions just as friendly ones, as well as Max’s. You felt so comfortable aroud him you even told him what happend with you and your parents.  

“They were very abusive...” 

You blurted out one night, when you layed on top of his chest while you watched some netflix series. 

“Not in a physicall way but verbally and emotionally... They were always criticizing and degrading me... Sometimes even threatened me into doing something... I couldn’t have my own opinion, I always had to agree with them no matter what... I couldn’t stand it and run away at 18... It’s cruel but I kind of felt good when I found out they were gone... I know it’s sounds bad... I-I'm sorry, I shouldn’t have told you. Don’t know what came over me...” 

You rushed up but were stopped by Max’s hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you back down. 

“It’s okay, I understand. I’m sure you feel better now” 

The man hugged you tightly and planted a kiss on the top of your head. You felt so safe...  

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One day Bethany and Sam – your closest coworkers – took you out partying. You weren’t really keen on it as the only thing you wanted was to go back home and see Max, but eventually agreed when they said they wanted you to meet someone.

When you saw him, already sitting in your booth you stopped in your tracks and looked at your friends. There was nothing wrong with him, quite the contrary. The man was really handsome, had a beautiful smile and even more beautiful hazel eyes.

And that was the problem. You were a hundred percent sure a guy like him wouldn’t fall for you. And you were wrong. Lance, was his name, seemed to have a liking in you. His arm was wrapped around you a second after you greeted him.

The conversation wasn’t very good, but the man made up for it with his good humor and eventually you found a mutual topic. You brought him back home that night, his lips instantly landing on yours the moment he closed the door after himself.

Suddenly, a light turning on and a sharp cough made you pull away and look confused in the direction of the noise. Max sat on your armchair, arms crossed, leg placed on a leg, a deep frown on his face and cold take out on the table. His death stare pierced through Lance, making him tighten his grip on you waist.  

„Oh god Max... I-I'm so sorry I forgot „ 

You whined out, arms slumping down in defeat but you didn’t push Lance away.  

„It's okay. Enjoy your food” 

Max hissed, quickly and angrily getting up and leaving, bumping Lance's arm on his way. He was really mad that you stood him up just to go to some stupid party and bring some dick back home.

The last part angried him the most, as he thought he finally had a chance with you, ready to make a move that night. But of course you ruined everything.

Even though the man was furious at you, he still watched you. Watched how Lance pounded into you at an agonizing pace, how your lips moved moaning – he imagined how they sounded, how you could sound moaning his name. He observed you constantly changing positions, pleasing each other as best as you could.

Despite Max noticing Lance being by far the best in bed from all your lovers, he knew he could be even better.  

Next day you woke up alone in your bed. It saddened you a little as you hoped the man would stay until you wake up, but your face brightened up when you noticed breakfast and a little note on the dining table.  

„Thanks, It was amazing. Enjoy your food and call me!  xxx xxx xxx ❤” 

Immediately picking your phone up you texted the man. A few weeks after that night, you started dating. It might have been too early but you didn’t care.

In meanwhile you've also managed to make up with Max, but he still seemed stiff when Lance joined you. The Dutch warned you about him, saying that the Canadian was a ladies man, not able to stick to one woman for a long time. But you brushed it off, thinking you knew better.  

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Max saw Lance glued to other women multiple times while out in the town. He didn’t tell you cause you wouldn’t listen anyway, just get mad at him. He bought them various gifts, took them to fancy restaurants and events – all those things he did with you too. He thought that if his daddy had money, he could do everything.

One day Max couldn’t hold back anymore and beat Stroll up, landing him in the hospital. You were so furious at him, shouting your lungs out at him when you found out.

Little did you know your anger only deepened his admiration for you and turned him on. You were unable to stay mad at the dutch though, and eventually you were good again.

After some time you caught Lance cheating. Max was right... Again... You walked back from work, as Lance drove you there in the morning, eyes focused on your steps and pevement while music filled your ears.

You haven’t noticed them at first, walking by a bar with a huge front window they drank at, until you bumped into someone and got out of trance. Looking around you looked through the window and saw them, drinking, giggling and kissing like there's no tomorrow.

Feeling your heart break in your chest you quickly run away and dialed Max’s number to pick you up. The man was quick to answer and soon you were sitting in his car, sobbing quietly while his hand soothed your thigh.

Max wanted to say ‘I said so’ so badly, but he knew it would hurt you even more and he didn’t want that. That night you spent at his house, wrapped in a blanket like a burrito, eating ice cream and watching TV while Max finished up some work beside, constantly playing with your hair to comfort you a little.

You woke up to hundread missed calls and texts from Lance but didn’t bother answering. Getting up you noticed Max wasn’t home. 

"He must have gone to work...” 

You thought stepping to the kitchen, delicious smell of scrambled eggs filling your nostrils. Your mouth started to water when you also started to smell coffee. The man knew how to please you. At least him...

You there, eating your breakfast, waiting for the host to come back home and thinking about him. It’s been 3 years since you know each other and the man already knew everything about you, yet you knew so little of him...

It was kinda of scary that he turned from just a neighbour to literally your best friend so quickly. But if you had to be honest you didn’t mind. You were greatful to have a friend like him. His call made you get out of your another hypnotic state.  

“Hey I’m sorry I left without a word. Didn’t want to wake you up... Listen... Unfortunately I’ll be gone for a few days - bussines. Can you please take care of my house? You can do everything you want there just... Don’t go down to the basement okay?” 

“What’s in there?” 

“Well uh... Don’t laugh okay?...” 

“I won’t” 

“Just... Just my man cave...” 

“Oooh... Okay Okay I won’t. I promise. Take care of yourself, see you soon!” 

With that you were left all alone in his mansion for a few days. Oh that was going to be fun... 

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Three days passed since Max left in bussines and you lived the time of your life in his house. Lance haven’t called nor texted you ever since, which you were really happy about thinking that he quessed what caused your behaviour and gave up.

 Max even transwered you some money for food, which you thought was too generous of him but didn’t really complain. You were sitting in the living room, making a model for work when you lost your scizzors.

You’ve looked for them everywhere, even under both couches and armchairs but it was nowhere to be found so you decided to take one from Max. But you couldn’t find any either, even in his home office.

Although... There was one more place you haven’t checked. Max forbid you going in there, and soon you understood why. You froze after what you saw. 

“Y/N! I’m back!” 

Max’s voice resonated through the house, a sound of closing front door sealed the noise. Then long silence, until rushing steps came from the staircase. You didn’t turn around, couldn’t care to turn around and look him in the eyes as tears filled yours. 

‘’You weren’t supposed to come here...” 

The man growled yanking your arm, making you turn around and shrink under his dangerous look. A quiet ‘why’ escaped your lips while tears started to fall down your cheeks like waterfalls and your hand motioned to the horror located in the basement.

Naked Lance sat unconscious on a wooden chair he was tied to – a trail of dried blood could be seen on his forehead and he was very clearly starved and dehydrated, the skin from your ex boyfriends’ faces graced the wall like trophies, a few other ones around them, a wooden, bloodstained desk underneeth with some files and various knives and last but not least an altar with your photo in the middle, your stuff and candles around, was placed near by.

 There was also a metal table, just in the middle of the room with chains that were used to keep the victim restrained, a trolley next to it with bloody tools and a huge fridge in the corner. The room looked like taken straight out of a horror movie, and you felt like Max’s next victim, just after Lance.

But he didn’t want to hurt you, he had no idea how to handle the situation yet but he was sure he wasn’t going to kill you. After all, he loved you and you should love him too. You were made for each other, you were made for him. 

“I did it all for you, don’t you understand?” 

His voice now soft and warm while his hand slipped down your arm to catch your hand, gripping it tightly. His other hand wiped away your tears then stroked your cheek with his thumb. As much as you wanted to push him away, to run as far away as you could, to get away from the man, you couldn’t. Something made you stay, not able to move. It was probably just shock... 

“’George, he... he never had time for you... Always comming back home all worn out and tired expecing all the chores to be done, house clean and food ready... Has he ever helped you?... That mexican? Oh god don’t even get me started... I know that he hurt you... I heard and saw him relieve his stress on you multiple times... Those weren’t cries of pleasure... And him? Really? You could do waaay better... He was cheating on you since you became a ‘couple’. Don’t believe me? I can show you, no problem” 

Max explained, he didn’t seem to be affected by the fact he has killed them, it wasn’t his first time. George always said there was something uncanny and scary about him. So did Sergio... And Lance...

But you haven’t listened, of course you haven’t. You were so blindfolded by this facade of a man you haven’t noticed his strange behaviour. And now you were where you were, standing in the psycho’s basement listening to him disclose his crimes.  

“That despot was the easiest... Both for you and me. I know you felt sooo relieved when he went missing. And I felt sooo satisfied hearing him shout and cry for help while I teared him appart... Those screams were like honey to my ears... Although he did struggle the most...  Geogre... Oh. My. God... The most boring guy I have ever met... Killing him wasn’t a pleasure at all, gotta admit. Although he was the only one that apologised, for not having time for you. That I appreciated. And Lance? Well... You can find out yourself” 

You listened to Max rumbling about his crimes, describing each with such a passion it terrified you more and more. Soon the man grabbed your arms and spoon you around to look at Stroll.

He walked up to him and woke the man up with a painful kick to the stomach. He grabbed his hair tightly and made him look at you, all terrified and trembling, huging yourself to try and calm yourself down.  

“What should we do with him honey?” 

Max’s eyes never left yours while his hand reached for a knife that soon slightly moved across Lance’s neck.  

"Maybe we’ll dismember him huh? First the dick he stuck in all those pussies... Then his hands that used to touch other women aside you... And then whatever you’d like... What do you say?” 

You instantly shook your head and tried to run away, but the bastard locked the door. You breathed heavily as you watched him slowly walk up to you and yank towards him and Stroll. He pushed an axe into your hands and positioned you next to Lance. 

“Y/N please...” 

The man managed to breath out, eyes filled with tears as he looked at you and you looked at his with just as much fear. 

“Come on sugar, start” 

You wanted to puke at all the nicknames Max gave you. You held the axe tightly and was just about to swing it around your shoulder, wanting to hit Max, but the dutch grabbed your hands and helped you chop off Lance’s member. A loud scream vibrated through the room while blood splattered onto your face.

You felt weak, almost falling to your knees when Max caught you and chuckled into your ear, before nibbling it softly. 

“Can’t stand little blood huh?” 

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” 

Lance shouted out between cries. Tears started to fall down your cheeks, seeing him in such pain because of you.  

“Max please... L-Let us go...” 

You whispered into his chest, wetting his shirt with your salty tears but the man only laughed maniacally. 

“And where’s the fun in that? Come on we gotta finish this. I know you can do this doll. Think of all the times those filthy hands touched anyone other than you in a sexual way and the just... Chop them... It’s that easy” 

The man once again positioned you and awaited your move. His words actually made you think of all the times Lance could have cheated on you. It was terrifying to think about because, if believing Max, there might have been a lot of them.

Your blood boiled at the only thought of it but your hands were still shaking, not making a move but instead making Max impatient. A deep sighed escaped his lips before he helped you cut off Lance’s left hand. 

“Relieving isn’t it?” 

He grinned down at you as you listened to the canadian scream like a little girl, in agony once again. This time though, you didn’t feel so bad. He kind of... Deserved it...

Max noticed how your lips twitched, almost smiling. You were so easy to influence and manipulate... And he was going to use that as much as he could.  

"Now the other one” 

He instructed making you move around to Stroll’s other side. 

“I think you can do it yourself now, right?” 

The blonde asked stepping away to watch the horror. A creepy grin graced his face as he watched his girl finally cause pain to her ex by herself.  

“That’s my girl” 

He praised taking the axe from your still shaking hands and pressing you to his chest. He rubbed your back soflty, while you processed what just happened, trying to ignore the screams in the proces.

Did you really just cut off a guys hand? You could not believe it. You could not believe that you did it. That you did it by yourself. 

“Now let’s finish this off, shall we?” 

Max whispered, his lips gracing over yours before he put on that scary smile again. The axe was back in your hands as you stood in front of Lance. The blonde held your hips tightly so you wouldn’t run away and ordered you to chop off Strolls’ head. 

“There’s only head left. You can do this baby” 

Your heart beat like crazy as you took a good swing and observed the sharp tool get stuck in Lance’s head, killing him off. You didn’t really listen to the dutch and get rid of the head, instead opting to just ruin it. You felt dizzy almost immediately, falling to the ground and loosing conscious. 

After you woke up you found yourself laying in Max’s bedroom, the man sitting beside you stroking your head. 

“You did such a good job down there...” 

He complimented planting a kiss to your forehead. 

"Why...” 

You suddenly whispered after a short while of silence, your voice cracking softly. 

“Because I fucking love you... Don’t you understand?...” 

He hissed, gripping the back of your neck before he released it when you curled in the bed, those doe eyes looking up at him with hurt. 

“I love you Y/N L/N... The way I have never ever loved anyone else... All the things I’ve done for you were full of my love... Our dinners in the town? They were dates... The secret valentines? They were mine... All the presents, flowers, sweets, help... Have you really not noticed my signals?...” 

Max asekd with hurt in his voice, now you started to pity him. You were so oblivious you really thought all those things he had done in a friendly manner. But your blindness didn’t justify his actions.  

“Why haven’t you told me?...” 

“What would it give when you were already taken?...” 

He was right... It wouldn’t have changed anything. You looked at him, fear and hurt filled your eyes while you tried to even your breath. Even then, you looked so beautiful to him and he couldn’t wait to finally make you his. 

“I know... I know it’s shocking and I’m sorry... I really am, but you need to understand I did it for you. I did it for your well being... And I’m sure you feel relieved after killing Lance... I know... I know it’s an amazing feeling isn’t it?” 

Max smiled down at your. This time the expressions wasn’t sinister nor creepy, but rather cute making your heart melt.  

“What... What will you do with me now?” 

Asking quietly you earned a soft chuckle from the dutch. He got up and looked down at you, his demeanor changing from a soft and sweet one to a completely cold one. 

"Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you... My love for you is too big to make me hurt you, but... I can’t let you go after you saw everything... I’m sorry but I told you not to come down there. Now... There’s no going back” 

You crawled away from him in fear, then watched him close, lock and cover the windows, before he turned back to face you. 

“I’m not gonna keep you down there... It would be too cruel even for me” 

The man admitted taking afew steps towards the bed. 

“Don’t even try screaming. We wouldn't like those beautiful throat of your sto hurt, do we?... The walls and windows are soundproof, no one will hear you... I’ve got you some nice, new clothes already, they’re in the closet, so you don’t have to worry you’ll have nothing to wear. I’ll bring some of your old ones soon... Let me unpack and I’ll make you something to eat, then you can shower and go to sleep. Here’s the remote”  

Max said handing you the remore before leaving you alone and locking the door. 

“Max no!”  

You screamed, running after him and trying to stop him from locking the door but it was too late. You slumped down onto the ground, curled up sobbing quietly. Max heard you cry as he stood by the door. It hurt him, it really did, but he couldn’t let you go. Not now when he finally had you. That night you cried yourself to sleep, wondering if you will ever be able to live a normal life again... 

 

"Take my hand 

Take my whole life, too 

For I can't help falling in love with you"

[somethingsomethingwords]

Hello y'all. Here's another little thing I wrote. This time it's just dialogue, because why not ig. Lance is not kind to himself in this one, but that's what Fernando is there to do. Enjoy 💜.

"You know I like you, right?"

"... What?"

"You know I like you, right?"

"I mean, I surely hope so after what we have done tonight"

"No, what we do is great, but I like you"

"I'm... really not following"

"Lance, you're not just a pretty face or a bed warmer, you are more to me, yes?"

"Oh, I didn't think..."

"Why, because am the bad guy? Just using the innocent boy?"

"Ok, first of all calm down, I'm anything but innocent. Second, I know how I am. I didn't think anyone would like me"

"Lance, what are you saying?"

"I mean, I have Esteban and Mick, and I have friends, but I never thought you would like me"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Mhhhh, because I'm the spoiler kid who you are literally paid to endure?"

"LANCE, is that how you see me?"

"No, of course no. You are Fernando Alonso, 2 times world champion, hungry and focused and magnificent"

"So, is that how you see yourself?"

"I mean, that's who I am, no?"

"No Lance, not even close. You're wonderful, and full of talent, and kind and brave"

"I don't understand, we are already fucking, so why are you trying to butter me up?

"Cariño, this is not about the bed. This is about who you are"

"Am I not my father's son? Or the kid who gets what he wants easily? They are right about me, you know it"

"No Lance, they don't know the real you. They don't know that every father would do what Lawrence does, if they could. They don't know how hard you work and how hard you are on yourself. They don't know shit. And if you think they do, you also don't know shit"

"Oh and tell me, oh mighty one, what is it that I don't know?"

"You don't realise how lovely you are, and how easy is to love you"

"If I was, there would be proof. But there is none, so..."

"Just because other people are shitty, doesn't mean it's on you"

"Ever considered I am the shitty one?"

"Never, not for one second"

"Why?"

"Because I see you, even when you hide yourself, when you lose yourself, when you don't know anymore. I'm always there"

"You really are, aren't you? But why?"

"Because I love you"

"Don't play with me, Nando. It's one thing to think I have some redeeming qualities, it's another to lie"

"There is nothing to be redeemed. And am not lying"

"I don't believe you"

"You really mean you can't believe me. But that's ok. I am patient. I can wait for you, and in the meantime show my love for you"

"I don't know if I can..."

"Is ok. We have all the time in the world to figure it out, no?"

"Yeah, I guess so"

-

"You know I like you too, right?"

"Mhhh?"

"The other day? We moved past it, but I wanted you to know that I really really like you"

"Ah, is it so?"

"You don't have to be a dick about it. But yeah, I like spending time with you, I like talking with you, I like sleeping with you. Yeah, both ways, not just sex you asshole"

"Wasn't going to say anything"

"Sure you weren't. Anyway, I just wanted to say it explicitly. I like you"

"You are the sweetest, Lancito. Come here, and show me how much"

"Right now it's close to zero"

"Of course it is. What about now?"

"Co... compelling argument. Tell me more?"

"Claro que sí"

-

"So, that was intense"

"Yep"

"...Is it too soon to say I love you"

"Probably, but who cares. Tell me"

"I love you. For a million reasons, but mostly because you are you, and I am who I am"

"M... Would you believe it?"

"What?"

"I love you for the exact same reasons"

[pitconfirm]

prince!lance would beg his father to make knight!nando his personal guard so that he can "feel safer" and "learn to defend himself" aka get dicked down at every given opportunity

nobody dares to ask what goes on in lance and fernando’s ‘swordplay’ sessions. or why lance’s extremely sturdy bed frame breaks within a week (knights have a lot of tension to let out)

[vicsy]

we are forgetting about a deliciously dramatic angle in the strollonso agenda. To be specific the : I'm dating my best friends worst enemy aspect.

imagine the drama of estie just going on about how he despises that old man and how evil he is while lance just quietly nods along pretending he still can't taste Fernando's dick in his mouth.

AND obvi estie walks in on them at some point.

Look. LOOK OK

nsfw ish

Estie has PTSD from the time he spent with Nando as his teammate. It’s fair. I’m pretty sure he slept with one eye open towards the end of 2022, my poor long legged rat man.

I think Lance feels for his best friend, he’s a good egg. But THEN!! He gets a taste of some insane Nando loving and, well. Not everyone can get along with Nando and Esteban warns Lance, says that this old man is vile and Lance probably heard it wrong cause now he’s fucking with that man.

And during their weekly meetups (I live on Estie and Lance’s friendship) Esteban shares some unhinged story about Fernando’s on track shenanigan’s and Lance is truly nodding along, thinking about the plug he’s wearing, the one Fernando put into him just an hour ago and, frankly, Lance still can’t really feel his legs.

Fast forward to the start of the season and poor, traumatized Estie walks in on them fucking in Lance’s driver room, like, full on going at it, the walls are SHAKING and so is the foundation of their friendship with Esteban. I’m pretty sure Lance wouldn’t be able to form something coherence in the moment, pressed face down in the couch, but Nando, being the person he is, would turn around, still lazily fucking into Lance and go like “do you mind?”.

And, like, I think Lance would go and try to explain but Estie would say “out of all men you choose to fuck with HIM?”. You know. The whole French drama.

Very juicy, very delicious. Nando would be secretly so smug about rubbing it in Estie’s face like that. The mind games would be unreal. Every time Lance is even near Estie in the paddock, Nando would appear and stake his claim (idk, pinch Lance’s butt or put a hand on his neck. Your pick).

Man, the vibes could be so rancid. A friendship at stake. Nando and Lance aren’t just fucking anymore, someone catches feelings. The WAR CRIMES. Racing drama.

I love it here on the Strollonso ship, ngl

[milflewis]

niamh my love tell me about your apparent genius

ok imma just copy paste the whole thing in here from the gc bc i’m way too high to type it out again n make it neater. it’s based off a webbonso prompt someone sent me that i haven’t filled out yet

ok. so. webbonso. but mark keeps running away every time their dicks are out….🤧🤧 but not bc of what you think !! he’s ok with the gay thing. kinda. maybe. with the lights low and socks on. but he thinks nando is a top and so is he……how can they be together…….stars not aligning for them…..where do they stick it if not in each other……. but mark is being stupid bc fernando wants that horse cock and he wants it now !!!!! but bc mark keeps running away from him he thinks mark doesn’t want him. boom. miscommunication trope.

mark keeps kissing nando. overcome w emotion for this tiny angry person !!!! with lots of hair n teeth. and nando is. into it. pushing at mark so mark will press him into a wall of a. cough. totally random redbull motorhome.

grabs mark’s dick when they hear someone that could maybe sound like seb giggling w someone who could maybe. ugh. sound like lewis. and. oh. wow . wowwww

that’s like. big 😵‍💫😵‍💫

and listen. ok. the ferrari car is shit. nando isn’t winning. seb is being a cunt on the podium. lewis is being a dick on AND off the podium. but here. in this. nando can win.

and if smth in his chest gets all warm and fuzzy when mark pulls away. hands on his hips. fingers digging in. resting his cheek against fernando’s. breath hot. then. whatver. that works too.

so nando has a new mission. get mark webber to fuck him. preferably where seb will overhear them and weep. but that’s optional !!! nando is flexible !!!! he adapts. a hickey on his neck will do. low enough his fireproofs will cover but nando could bend down in front of seb. collar slipping…..oops !!

but. but !!!! mark keeps like. running away??? and nando knows he wants it. he can FEEL how much mark wants it and mark is the one who initiates like half the making outs so. what. is. the. fucking. problem

maybe he cries to jenson about it where lewis overhears and laughs for twnety minutes

mark is being all stoic and man pain. oh why can’t i be a girl…..why can’t HE be a girl……then we could be together……and jenson is fully prepared to deal w his internalised homophobia and be all gentle about how two guys can love each other and that’s ok mark !! that’s alright !!!! (he’s had a lot of practise with lewis) and mark just comes out with a banger of “but guys can’t fuck 😔😔 it’s scientifically impossible. no i know we have a hole too jenson but it’s like the penguins and their wings….it doesn’t work……” single dean winchester tear falling down his cheek

jenson is like. wot. but WE fucked

mark: but you had long hair so i could pretend you were a girl and then our bodies changed. like frogs

jenson: ………have u been talking to sebastian

mark: yeah. he knows lots about this did u know that

anyway !!!! jenson manages to convince mark that this is NOT how bodies work and guys can fuck other guys and they should !!! pls pls fuck fernando mark so he will stop talking to me about it i am begging you —

and mark fucks nando with his monster cock and nando gets his hickey (seb doesn’t cry bc mark keeps smiling at fernando. all soft mouth and eyes. and that’s good enough for him) and they live happily ever after.

the end.

[bastardworthliking]

"They were talking about condominiums this time.” He says it with the amount of distaste it deserves. The only people who live on this street also work on this street. People have come and asked about Tescos, and Nandos, and boutique hotels on more than one occasion, and they offer more and more money each time. 

The money is nothing he wants, thank you very much. Oh, he could do a lot with it, of course. Countless books. 

But where would he put them? Where would he be? This place has been his for two centuries. The devastation that clung to him when he thought it was gone still feels palpable. It’s his. 

He can think of a list of reasons he’d give it up. it is very small, unlikely to happen, and certainly not ever going to happen for property development. 

“Oh, shh. It is not. I could’ve sent them to -” he flounders as he thinks. “-Brussels.” It's less humid, but it's more boring. At least they can get to Disney World, if they’d like. “Manatees - oh, no, the teeth. Mm. Crocodiles. I’d love to pet one - manatees, not the crocodiles. It’s illegal now, you know. Can’t go about doing it.” 

It’s not an offense he’d get beheaded for, but it’s still embarrassing. And Crowley doesn’t like the humidity. He’d have to rescue himself. 

"I don't have a book face," he says, wearing a book face, "no, no, it's Moby Dick. The white whale!" He uses his hands to attempt to explain just how big a white whale might be. "This one's signed. There's a slipcase."

He's started sorting through something on the desk, and with an aha comes up with two things - the listing for the book with the phone number, and a twenty pound note that he tucks into Crowley's pocket.

"Get us some berries while you're out." It's a very distracted thing to say. He's not even specified the berry in question. He pats Crowley's pocket and sits down at the desk, flipping open the ledger.

"Me?" No offense in the tone - it's clear he's heard you and not the rest of the sentence. He's got a few copies of Moby Dick, of course. It's not even his favorite, but he can't pass up the signing and the slip cover, and with the condition it's in - he's up against a properly big bookseller, too, and that might have to be just part of it.

He waves his fingers at I'm off.

"No, we don't need three flowers. Berries are fine."

It’s a real cat, I promise.

"You realize that's more worrying?" Crowley says. "What's a cat doing in your hand basket--and to that point, what have you got a hand basket for anyway? Going for a picnic?"

[blorbocedes]

We have jailbait!Max knowing what he wants and asking the rest of the grid politely for their dicks but is there a case where he’s not the one in control and it gets unhealthy?

I've been told that term is problematic so I'll be calling that verse barely legal!max so it's more clarified bc he is 18 and I wouldn't want my fucked up age dynamic hunting down dilfs verse to be morally questionable 😅

and does it get unhealthy, uhh yes but in the other au where fernando is a kingpin druglord and max is his barely legal drug runner... they're sort of siblings to this one in terms of dynamic, just a little more illicit and dangerous.

anyways in there, it gets unhealthy when a huge client (toto wolff) at a party where max is supposed to deliver asks him to partake in the substances (he's put in a position where he can't really say no), and one of the reasons max is so good at his job is that he doesn't touch his own supply/do anything harder than weed. anyways he doesn't wanna risk losing this big of a client and disappoint nando, so in full 17 y/o bravado he takes way too much ecstasy and toto makes his advances, everything feels too good but also overwhelming and uhh, fernando shows up at the party too to see his favourite pet drugged out of his mind and on toto

[standing-restart]

okay ik otmar lied about nando on his evil eco yacht but actually... getting pampered by nando on a yacht and then cockwarming him when the sun goes down which ends up with him getting his dick sucked when he puts one of those remotely controlled vibrators in you

Well well well .... there’s a thought right there!

Being on a yacht with Fernando is the most insane experience of your life, because there’s no need for him to go so over the top ... and yet he does. I just know that yacht is the most luxurious, insane, piece of machinery the Greek islands have seen in a long while.

He makes an art out of putting sunscreen on you, reapplying so often that you’re pretty sure he’s never taken his hands off you in the first place. When he does, he asks you to sit with your back towards his chest. You never know where he’s going to touch you next, applying the barest hint of pressure when his palm slides across your throat. Fingers digging into the muscles of your shoulders, your hips, until they slip underneath the fabric of your swim wear.

When it comes down to it, he’s already been teasing you for most of the day, but you’re sitting on his lap with his cock already stretching you out as the both of you watch the sunset (or at least, you think he’s watching. Maybe you aren’t really either. No one’s keeping score anymore.)  Fernando running his hands up and down your thighs, slowly kissing your shoulders and neck. It would honestly be peaceful if he didn’t reach up to touch your clit every so often.

The sun is barely down before you have him in your mouth. There’s no point in dragging it out any longer  -  the sunset was never the most gorgeous thing to see to begin with.

He favours those remote controlled vibrators, because that means he can lean back and enjoy the view, and you still have both your hands free to both prop yourself up, as well as work on his cock while you suck him off. He’s watching you, a pleased little shit eating grin on his face. Turning the vibrator up some more, only reaching out to gently tug your hair and force you to take him deeper down your throat.

[cavalierious-whim]

Kaoru's bad with words, and Kojiro is just bad with everything. Find it here on AO3, and follow me here on Twitter!

Kojiro Nando has been down this road before. 

He hisses, his head thunking against the thick wood of the pantry door. Terrible place for this, worst place for this—but it’s hard to think straight when Kaoru has his mouth wrapped around his cock, sucking it. All that Kojiro can think of is the tight and wet heat of his mouth, and how to not fuck into it.

Karou would want it; he’d want to feel his length thick in his throat. But Kaoru also gets loud, and considering they’re hiding in the pantry at his restaurant—well, that’d be bad news. 

So, instead, Kojiro just leans back and takes it, eyes slipping closed as he looks anywhere but down between his legs. To look down would be death. The mere sight of Karou’s mouth stretched wide around his cock would end him, he’s sure, because this means something else for Kojiro, than it does for him. 

Kaoru is a hands-off sort of man. He gets annoyed and then demands to suck his dick for stress relief. Kojiro’s pined since they were kids and is at the point of his life where he’ll take whatever he can get, so he gives in just like he shouldn’t. He indulges in something that only will bring an ache to his heart in the end. 

It’s okay, he tells himself. No one else sees Kaoru like this. Which is why he risks a glance anyway.

Kaoru looks obscene as they lock gazes. He moans around Kojiro’s cock as he sucks him down deeper. Kaoru’s fingers dig into the meat of his thighs, pulling at whatever skin is exposed beyond Kojiro’s drooping trousers. Laps at his length with his tongue, and bobs back and forth as though he’s savoring a delicacy.

Kojiro’s hand curls around his cheek, and he can’t help the way that he thumbs across the arch of Kaoru’s cheekbone. He swallows thickly, schools those old feelings, and says instead: “Look at you. This is what you like, right? Sucking me off, somewhere like this?”

It’s a harsh whisper that makes Kaoru glare at him in warning—but then he hums around his cock and takes him right to the root. 

“Fuck,” hisses Kojiro, his hand snaking around to thread through Karou’s hair instead. The heat of his mouth is nearly too much, as is the tightness of his throat. Kaoru moans again, practically choking on him, scrambling against his front as his eyes tear up with the strain.

“Baby, ease up,” says Kojiro. He nearly kicks himself for the term of endearment.

When Karou pulls off entirely, his lips are pink and swollen, and his face a ruddy mess. “Just fuck my mouth already,” he says, wrapping those long, dextrous fingers of his around Kojiro’s cock. A dangerous thing, the feel, and sight of it. Kojiro curses again as he guides his dick right back into Kaoru’s mouth.

Kaoru works his cock with grace and skill, sliding his mouth along it, tongue flat against the underside. Kojiro’s fingers grasp him by the back of the head as he tests a gentle thrust right into his mouth. Kaoru pinches his thigh, demanding more from him.

“You’re a demon,” he says, fucking into his mouth with a little more effort. Kaoru opens wide and relaxes around him, groaning with every roll of his hips. Kojiro pulls at his hair, scratching at his scalp. Karou gurgles around his cock, spittle spilling from his lips. “Sinful thing, fuck. Kaoru.”

These moments are so rarely about Kojiro, and always about Kaoru. Kojiro yearns in a way that he can barely ignore, but Kaoru feels so untouchable, despite the grip he has on his head, and the way that he fucks into his mouth. For Kaoru, it’s a means to an end, just a way to find some relief. Unattached. Nonchalant. 

Kojiro would murder a person for a crumb of affection. He thinks, at least. It’s impossible to focus with every thrust into Kaoru’s mouth. Kaoru moans around him, nails clawing at his thighs. His cheeks are flush, and his cheeks are wet with tears—the kind from having his throat decimated. 

He pulls off again, kissing the tip of his cock. “Come on, you oaf,” he says, “Never takes you this long. Get on with it.”

It’s the rude words, probably. A true Kaoru staple. Kojiro likes to imagine that this is how he shows his love, and it’s so easy to tip over the edge at just the thought of it. He comes all over Kaoru’s tongue, his spend swallowed up dutifully. 

For some reason, that’s what satisfies him; just the act of finishing Kojiro off. Kojiro’s head spins as he leans against the door, his brain fogged. Kaoru licks around his lips and wipes at his mouth. He stands and brushes off his kimono, and then slips his feet back into his sandals.

This is how it always is: Kaoru gets whatever it is that he came for, and then he leaves without a word. And Kojiro lets him, even though there are words on the tip of his tongue, just ready to be said, he never spills them. 

Kojiro shuffles aside to let Kaoru through. This time, though, Kaoru pauses at the door, just for a moment. He reaches out and brushes something off of his shoulder, fingers lingering. Kojiro’s heart beats in his throat. 

“Flour,” says Kaoru simply, “You should do better to take care of yourself.”

Kojiro blinks and then Kaoru is gone. 

Strange, he thinks, as he tucks his cock back into his boxers. But, then again, who knows what’s on Kaoru’s mind?

#

This time, Kojiro sits at the edge of his bed and has a perfect view of Kaoru’s cock. 

Well, the outline of it, at least. Kaoru doesn’t seem to notice, too busy sucking him off to pay heed to his own rising need, but Kojiro’s hyper-aware of the way that his length tents the front of his kimono. It’d be so easy to part that slit and slide a hand right in, and—

No, don’t think things like that. Don’t imagine the kind of stuff that’ll only get him in trouble. He takes what he can get, and that’s whatever Kaoru’s feeling. At that moment, that’s pressing Kojiro against the bed, settled between his legs, his cock thick and heavy against Kaoru’s tongue.

But still. Kojiro looks and stares, and dreams. His cock twitches at the thought.

Kaoru feels it and moans, pressing in closer. His throat is hot and tight, and Kojiri can’t stop the broken sound that tumbles from his mouth. 

“God, you’re—”

Kaoru smirks around him, those lips curving into a dangerous little smile. He knows exactly what he does to him and takes it in stride. Kojiro knows that’s why he gets off on bullying him like this. 

Kojiro wonders what he’d do if he bullied him a little back. He swallows, thinking. His eyes are trained on where Kaoru’s cock strains against soft cotton, precome wetting a neat little stain. Fuck.

“Kaoru,” he says, cupping his face gently, which earns him an annoyed grunt. Kojiro chuckles, and then says, “You must be aching down there. I can see it, you know.”

Kaoru goes still against him, but not in a bad way. Suddenly, his gaze is half-lidded as he watches Kojiro back, fingers digging tightly into his thigh. 

“Oh?” asks Kojiro, “Do… you like it when I say things like that?” He licks at his lips, hesitating. And then he moves his foot slightly to caress the inside of Kaoru’s thigh.

The sound the Kaoru looses is unlike anything Kojiro’s ever heard before, and he comes right then and there in total surprise. Kaoru jerks, sputtering slightly, catching what overflows from his mouth in his hands, coughing. 

“Shit, Kaoru, I didn’t mean—”

“Idiot.” Kojiro winces, preparing himself to be yelled at. But Kaoru just wipes at his mouth, and says, “Ruined it, didn’t you? I was enjoying that.”

Oh. Oh. That’s a surprise. “Um—”

“Too late now. You’ve ruined the mood, you idiot.” Kaoru stands and readjusts his clothing, and his cock has flagged entirely. 

Kojiro frowns. “Kaoru,” he says quietly, reaching out to grab him by the arm. His grip is gentle. Kaoru doesn’t pull away. “Why do you do this to me?”

“Why do I—Are you serious?” 

Of course, he is, and he just looks at Kaoru, absolutely baffled.

Kaoru slaps a palm against his forehead and groans. “God, you are so dense at times.”

“Hey, that’s unfair—”

“What’s unfair is how absurdly blind you are.” Kaoru pulls his arm from Kojiro’s grasp and turns away. “Think about it, Kojiro—really, truly think about it.”

He is mad. Madder than mad, absolutely furious. Kojiro cannot figure out why, but he can tell in the way that Kaoru won’t meet his face, and how his hands shake slightly as he adjusts his glasses.

“Kaoru.”

Kaoru pauses, and then he sighs. “I’m not angry,” he finally says. Now, he just sounds defeated, and that’s all that Kojiro can hear as Kaoru lets himself out.

#

In retrospect, Kojiro is the dumbest man alive. Ten-ten, Wow you could light a bulb and his brain would still be dim, dumb. 

The next time that Kaoru corners him, they haven’t spoken much since their last awkward snafu. He waits for Kojiro on the stoop of his apartment, and he moves the moment that they meet gazes. 

“Kaoru—”

“Inside,” says Kaoru in that curt way of his. Just like always. Kojiro is one part warmed by the familiarity, one part annoyed because it just feels like they’d stepped back to square one again. 

“Yeah, okay,” he says as he slips his key into the lock. The moment the door is open, Kaoru shoves him inside. And then against the door. He grabs Kojiro by the face and stares at him, mouth parted as he hesitates. 

Kojiro’s gaze darts to his lips, and Kaoru kisses him. Kojiro freezes at first, unsure what’s happening. As many times as Karou’s mouth has been around his cock, they have shared a kiss since they were young and stupid. Kaoru kisses him aggressively like he’s trying to make up for lost time. 

He kisses him back, of course. Curls his hand around his waist and yanks him closer. Kaoru lets him, falling against his front, fingers tugging at the soft material of his t-shirt. Kaoru’s lips are soft and taste like cherries, likely because he’s a fervent believer in chapstick. Kojiro moans softly, he can’t help it, and he already feels his cock twitch. 

They eventually. They both breathe heavily. Kojiro is the one to say something first. “Kaoru, I—” A pause. “I’ll admit, I’m confused.”

Kaoru looks offended. “Kojiro, just what is this all to you?”

A lot of things. He winces as he tries to think of a way to say anything but that. But, he puts his put into his mouth because that’s something that Kojiro truly excels at. “You said this was stress relief,” he starts.

“I know what I said—”

“Are you saying that it’s more?”

Kaoru bites at his lip and looks away. His brow furrows as he shakes his head. “God, you are so infuriating. Do you think that I get on my knees for just anyone? That I just randomly suck the cocks of my good friends for the fun of it?”

When put like that, Kojiro feels really fucking dumb. Hindsight is twenty-twenty as his mind reels and he actually thinks back to all the previous times, just like Kaoru asked him to do. And yet, it still doesn’t make much sense—

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” murmurs Kaoru, sinking to his knees, ignoring the hard tile of the floor. He paws at the front of Kojiro’s trousers, tugging them open just far enough to reveal his half-hard cock. 

It’s pathetic how little it takes. But this time around, Kaoru doesn’t tease him about it, he just wraps a hand around his length and jerks it once. “I’m bad with words, but I am good with my actions. Perhaps I thought too highly of you, thinking you could read between the lines.”

“Kaoru—Oh, god.”

Kaoru sucks at the tip of his cock, his tongue swirling around it with a slow drag. The part that he hasn’t sucked down is palmed by his hand as he spreads what little spit is there. “Infuriating,” whispers Kaoru against his cock, breath warm as he nips at the skin. “Thinking that I sleep around—”

“I don’t think that!”

“Then what did you think?” Kaoru looks at him with this unreadable gaze, and it hits Kojiro right then, what exactly it is that he means. He looks so vulnerable like this, his gaze unblinking as he bites at his lip.

“Dammit.” Kojiro’s voice is soft as he reaches out to cup his cheek, “Kaoru, why didn’t you just say something?”

Because he’s shit with words, just like he said, so he gives away his feelings through his actions, instead. Every time he settles between Kojiro’s legs and lets him come all over his face, Kaoru’s saying that he loves him.

Kojiro slips a thumb into his mouth, spreading his lips. Kaoru opens his mouth wide, letting him press the pad of it against his tongue. Just lingering. “I’m stupid,” he says. 

“Yes,” agrees Kaoru.

“But you love me, right?”

Kaoru huffs at that, his eyes crinkling. “Yes.”

Kojiro sighs in relief, his head tipping back against the door. He closes his eyes, and counts to three, trying to ground himself. 

But then Kaoru moves, shuffling around. “Let me show you,” he says, and then his mouth engulfs Kojiro’s cock once more. 

Kojiro curses, fingers pulling at Kaoru’s hair. Kaoru moans around him, a low and deep sound that doesn’t need to be held back. No need for embarrassment, or quiet hesitation. All the cards are laid out on the table now, and Kojiro just wants to relish in the warmth of his mouth, and the sounds that he makes. 

Kaoru bobs across his length, moving his mouth in tandem with his hand. And Kojiro looks, really allows himself to look, taking in the site of Kaoru’s mouth stretched wide around his cock. Lips, pink and swollen; his gaze half-lidded and debauched. Kaoru breathes through his nose as he expertly swallows him down, nose nuzzling the soft skin of his belly.

“Fuck,” says Kojiro, guiding his head back. Kaoru pulls at his thighs, telling him to fuck into his mouth. Instead, Kojiro smiles, swiping his thumb across the edge of his mouth. “Is that what you want?”

He laughs when Kaoru smacks his thigh next. Then, Kojiro complies, pulling back to thrust into his mouth gentler than is wanted. Kaoru grunts, but Kojiro doesn’t give in. He holds his face in a firm grip, and rolls his hips slowly. 

“Let me enjoy watching you. I never did, I never—Fuck, it was always so hard to look away.”

Kaoru moans, opening his mouth wider, meeting every thrust with a stroke of his tongue along the underside. 

“Gorgeous,” says Kojiro, sweeping back Kaoru’s bangs. He looks sinful like this, eagerly taking it, wishing for it, begging for it. “How long have you wanted this?”

Kaoru whines around him, a pitiful thing, and Kojiro’s heart leaps into his throat. He didn’t realize just how much he’d dreamed of this. He always willed the thought away to the best of his abilities. But now that Kaoru’s on his knees, keening against him, he never wants this to end. He wants to watch this forever and ever—

It is overwhelming. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes because he’s a sentimental bastard, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. Especially, when it comes to matters of Kaoru. A thousand dreams, answered by a fairly simple act, and he was too dumb to fucking notice. 

“That’s it, baby,” he says, thrusting a little bit harder into Kaoru’s mouth. Kaoru groans, eyes rolling back slightly. One hand drops to his lap, palming at his own cock, where it tents his trousers. 

Kojiro’s mouth goes dry as he sees. He can’t remember how many times he’s imagined that, but nothing compares to the real deal. Kaoru sucks around his cock, and the heat of his mouth is addicting. Kojiro can’t help but brush his hair back for a better look. 

Kaoru taps his thigh and Kojiro slides his cock out. It’s taken into Kaoru’s hand instead, where he pumps it, suckling at the crown. 

“Shit. Shit, Kaoru—”

“Are you crying?”

Yes, and Kojiro wipes at his face with his free hand, unable to meet his face. It’s because he means too much to him, and this isn’t just stress relief anymore; it’s something that’s a little bit more, and Kojiro gets sentimental about seeing a damn dog on the street. 

“Hey,” says Kaoru softly, smoothing his fingers across the skin of his thigh, “It’s alright. Look at me.”

Kojiro does. There is no judging on his face, only a rare look of warmth and affection. He shouldn’t look so sweet while his hand is busy working Kojiro’s cock. He swipes his tongue around the tip of his dick, and then swallows him down once more. 

“I love you,” Kojiro says, hissing the words as Kaoru tries to wring him dry. Pleasure coils in his gut and he knows that he won’t last much longer. “God, that feels—you feel—fuck, fuck.”

Kaoru smirks around him as he tucks a lock of his hair behind his ear. His hand is on his tented cock again, just squeezing it tight as he moans around Kojiro’s cock. A sight to behold, truly, and it’s enough to do him in. 

Kojiro comes so easily, shooting his load directly into Kaoru’s mouth. Kaoru lets him ride his orgasm out with small little bucks against the flat of his tongue. He moans for good measure, swallowing his spend, opening his mouth to show him that it’s entirely gone. 

Kaoru’s still hard, his hand white-knuckled around where he squeezes at himself. 

“Come on,” says Kojiro, helping him to his feet. 

“Kojiro.” Kaoru presses a hand against his chest, lingering. “We need to talk.”

“Later,” he says, leaning forward to press his nose into the nape. It’s natural, the way that Kaoru’s hand immediately curls against his neck. How eagerly he responds to such an innocent touch. “Come on, let me take you to the bedroom and take proper care of you.”

Kaoru blinks, and then looks at him owlishly. He lets himself be tugged into Kojiro’s room without another word, and there, they truly do make up for lost time. 

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Could you write a oneshot where reader is with Kagayama (either established relationship or not yet) and Oikawa keeps flirting with her to rile up his cute kouhai (just for jokes or seriously pursuing reader like an ass idk you choose) and Kags gets jealous and a little bit possessive? thank u! (i asked a couple others for this request as well so please don’t feel pressured if you’re not feeling the prompt!) (um also could we get some slight nsfw up in here??🥵)

Oikawa is written to be an asshole in this so please be warned I don’t think he is that much of a dick lol I hope you enjoy! Warning for a tiny bit of nsfw if you squint, like a nandos lemon and herb on the spice level

Requests are open!

Oikawa flirting with Kageyama’s S/O

You were at the Sendai City Gymnasium to support your boyfriend, Kageyama, is his first round of premlims. He had played amazingly; he kept calm and tossed with precision, keeping everyone’s preferred tosses in mind and got on well (as well as he could) with the rest of the team. They had won by a landslide so you headed out into the gym hallway to greet and praise him.

Seijoh had finished their match earlier in the day than Karasuno, so the team sat in the stands, eyeing up their future opponents. All their eyes were trained on the players, picking apart their skills and plays to add to their rival log.

“That’s it, I’m bored now, let’s leave Iwa-chan,” Oikawa whined, standing up and shuffling Iwaizumi out of the gym, into the hallway. As much as he didn’t like to admit, he hated watching his underclassman play well, not to mention win matches. His mind was running was thoughts of how he could crush Kageyama, preferably in a match but breaking his spirit wouldn’t hurt either. As he walked through the hallway, he noticed a familar face leaning against the wall. 

Now, Kageyama himself had never told him about his girlfriend himself, but he likes to keep up with the gossip around the King, in the hopes that he was performing poorly to boost Oikawa’s ego. Also, he had seen a post on instagram of the two of you together, you kissing his cheek, so he knew for sure you were the rumoured girlfriend. 

“Hey Iwa-chan, mind getting me a drink from the vending machine? All the playing has made me thirsty,” his eyes were trained on you as he spoke. Iwaizumi grumbled about how he could get it himself but left anyway. When he was gone, Oikawa waltzed up to you and leaned on the wall next to you.

“What’s a cutie like you doing out here? Did you come to see my match, hmm?” Oikawa teased, bending down to your level

“Uhh...n-no I just watched the Karasuno match...” Kageyama had warned you about this guy. You didn’t know much about him but, from what your boyfriend had told you, he meant bad news. 

“Karasuno? You should come watch my match tomorrow instead. Trust me, you’ll like what you see way better than their playground activities. You need to see a team with actual talent, not some brainless crows.” He spoke with disgust. 

You were pissed, how dare he talk about your schools team like that? As much as you wanted to knock him down a peg, you were intimidated as he towered over you,

“T-that’s ok thank you, I’m happy watching them,” your voice shook as you waved your hands in front of you. He lent over you with his arm against the wall, blocking you in and his face came closer to your ear,

“Hmm, are you sure about that? You know I can do way better things than that King. It won’t be long before he decides he doesn’t need you anymore and toss you aside anyway, so you might as well entertain me a little. I’ve got the perfect spot for you to sit, right on my lap-”

He was interrupted by a force pulling him away from you by his arm. He was half expecting Iwaizumi to be standing here, ready to give him a beating, but as he turned around, he saw dark, glaring eyes and a clenched jaw that belonged to his kouhai, 

“Ah Tobio-chan, I’d say it’s nice to see you but it’s not. See, you just interrupted my chat with this cutie right here and I think we were getting along lovely,” Oikawa said with a smirk plastered on his face.

“Get away from her,”

“What?? Is the King jealous? She’s way out of your league anyway,” he continued with his teasing, as if they were widely known facts. Kageyama let out a deep growl from this throat and lunched forward to grab Oikawa by the collar of his team jacket. He probably would have punched the living daylights out of him if the rest of the Karasuno team hadn’t walked by. Iwaizumi had also chosen the best time to return, running over to tend to the situation. With Daichi pulling Kageyama back, and Iwaizumi smacking Oikawa upside the head, you took your chance move away, running back to safety by Sugawara. Iwaizumi dragged Oikawa away by his shirt and an onlaught of comments about how stupid he is.

“Bye cutie-chan! I’ll see you later!” Oikawa called out with a wave and a grin, proceeding to be hit by Iwaizumi again.

Daichi had released Kageyama from his grasp. He stood still in place, his fists clenched and his teeth grinding against each other. His body was shaking slightly with rage. 

“I think you might need to go calm him down Y/N, maybe take him outside for some air,” Sugawara suggested. You agreed and slowly walked over to your boyfriend, grabbing his hand and uncurling it from his angered grip. You were about to ask if he was ok when he stormed off, pulling you behind him.

“Where are we going, Tobio?” you tried questioning but it fell on deaf ears. The two of you found yourself back at the locker-room Karasuno had used during their last match. It was still empty as the next lot of matched weren’t until later in the afternoon. Dragging you in, he shut the door and faced away from you, his nails going back to their places in his palms. 

“Tobio...Baby...I’m ok, it’s ok. He didn’t mean it I’m sure, and his friend was angry too so-” your words got stuck in your throat as he turned and made his way to you. You had never seen someone look so intimidating before, not even with your recent run-in with the Seijoh player. You backed up as he came, but you soon hit the cold metal of the lockers behind you. 

“Tobio, it’s ok, he’s gone now, you don’t need to worry. I’m all yours,” you tried soothing him, but his eyes widened at your last words.

“Say that again,”

“H-huh?”

“Tell me you’re all mine,” his hands were now resting on the lockers on each side of your waist. You expected yourself to be scared of him right now; the way he looked at you as if you were a piece of meat he was going to devour. The way his eyes darkened, and his slightly damp hair fell over his tense brow. You could feel electric sparks running through your body,

“I’m yours Tobio, I’m all yours,” as soon as you finished, he rammed his lips against yours in a heated, rushed kiss. His hands had grabbed hold of your hips, pulling them to hold with his own body as he continued to kiss you. 

“All mine. You are all mine,” he chanted, before dipping his head to your neck. He licked and sucked harshly at your skin, making your head tilt back in pleasure. 

“Oikawa can’t treat you like I can. He can’t make you feel good like I can. You are all mine, and I win this time.”