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Despite the love/hate relationship I might have with this city sometimes, Paris by night remains such a beautiful place
#i went back home from my trip yesterday and it felt awful lmfao#but ok i still love Paris#2024 olympics
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screaming crying coughing up blood every time i have to fucking defend genocide joe bc ppl wanna lie and say he isn't responsible for most of the best domestic policy we've seen in decades
his foreign policy is dogshit, yes, and he should rightly be called on it and primaried out, but we can criticize the shit he's actually done wrong instead of making shit up about him ~not doing anything good~
#thinking about the keystone pipeline shutdown and how fully 2/3 of the people he appointed to legislative systems were women and poc#thinking about student debt forgiveness and rejoining the paris climate accord and unfucking some of the extreme gerrymandering#and improving COVID protections (that were roundly thrown out by corporate america which is its own concern yes but like. he's not a king)#'biden didn't fix' blah blah blah he's not a fucking dictator he can't actually do whatever he wants. the only thing the GOP lets slide#is the aforementioned dogshit foreign policy bc fuck knows every last republican loves bombing the middle east and supporting israel#(remember that the evangelical xtian death cult requires israel for the apocalypse!! that is a very real fucking thing these ppl strive for#(and evangelicals support the GOP for this very fucking reason. you cannot forget this. we are all fighting for all our goddamn lives rn)#stirring up trouble#i hate biden i hate his foreign policy i hate how ok he is with fascism i hate most of his pre-presidential voting record BUT#i will not let that hate blind me to the reality that he is Objectively Miles Ahead Of Any Fucking Republican Alternative#i still want his ass primaried out of the presidential race so hard he physically blacks out upon seeing the polling results tho#and fuck. at least the dem side seems to have a lot of good progressive downballot candidates this time around already.
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the post-divorce wardrobe glow up both armand and louis go through,,,
#thinking so many thoughts about it tbh#like it's a good and real and healthy thing ok!!!#i say as someone who went through it it's always sO GOOD AND FUN!!#rediscovering old things u loved#dipping toes into new stuff and finding new things to love#finding a new and different version of yourself#and it's not to say the other person stifled you like--#for armand especially it's more fitting with his Everything post-paris really about just#not knowing who or what he was supposed to be#so he flung in different directions and hoped something worked#and it is NOT ever louis' fault that it meant he kinda just. settled on leaning more muted#still very expensive and elegant pieces and FLASHES of the creativity came through always#but now it TRULY flourishes bc he's in freefall mode and it's something he can explore AND control and feel safe with#and ok the important fun note is: the extravagant lingerie drawer has become an entire large section in his walk in wardrobe <33#HE DESERVES IT#✞ — he'll never escape what he's made up of. // muse rambles.
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God help me I've come down with "really like Star Trek Voyager" disease but especially her
#I REALLY have to tune out any chakotay cultural thing bcuz of how bad it is tho#like first episode Tom Paris just spouts out THE most racist shit and i just simply have to remember the evil that happened behind scenes#Being even remotely native american watching this show is hell but i still love Chakotay ok#anyways shes so autism i love her im kissing her so intensely#seven of nine#Star Trek Voyager#Star Trek#Star Trek memes
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CGI at its finest
#ok i know there are much more important things going on#like a 14 year old is the mayor of paris#caline bustier is a lesbian(LE'SS GOOOOO)#gabriel being terrible at pancake making#lila is no longer ugly(comparatively)#gabriel-made pancake slander#can you tell i love how everyone agrees that gabriel's pancakes are bad#adrienette mutual pining#ROSE ACKNOWLEDGING THAT WATCHING THEM DANCE AROUND EACH OTHER IS IRRITATING#juleka repeated a school year???#but still i believe that this is the most important issue to be addressed#miraculous ladybug#ml collusion#ml confrontation#ml collusion spoilers#ml confrontation spoilers#caline bustier#giselle#giselle(mlb)#caline bustier x giselle#mlb
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Every time I see people dunking on Tom Paris I just want to make them go back and re-watch “Friendship One”.
Just... everything about him in that episode. Look me in the eye and tell me he’s not a good and decent person.
#tom paris#star trek#voy#voyager#st: voy#I just have a lot of feelings ok?#and they're all about medic Tom Paris#and good dad Tom Paris#and just wholesome person Tom Paris#he watched a dude murder his fellow cremember#right in front of his eyes#and is still fighting for Janeway to help these people#because he knows they're suffering#and won't hold the actions of one extremist#against a whole group of people#oooough#I just love him in this episode
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i know paris and rory become friends later on but fanfics that have them as friends earlier than the show >>>> THANK YOU
#paris will kill for rory and i love that#i love them as gellermore but i still love them as best friends too#i just love rory and paris ok#hazel watches gilmore girls
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i spent 3 months watching gilmore girls and i finally finished it and a year in the life and then netflix is like hmm what should we recommend... gilmore girls season 1 episode 1 is starting in 3 seconds
#against my better judgement i watched a year in the life again and it was so much worse the second time. i only watched it when it first#came out and then forgot everything that happened because it was so bad it didnt even have to be that bad but it was so bad.#like this might be an unpopular opinion but god whenever they reboot shows or do like a reunion the magic from the original is just gone#that came out wrong i dont mean the original show loses it's magic but that the reboot is missing the thing that made the original special#like ok spoilers and also unpopular opinions but there was just like no chemistry between any of the cast anymore IMO. imo dont come for me#i have no idea what the actors were doing or what they had to move around to make cameos or whatever but just imo alexis was like on another#planet i have no idea why rory was like that. it was just so. routine and expected ? like they were acting how we would expect them to act#but it was just so insincere? i guess is the word#like season 7 sucked and we all know it but god season 7 was better than a year in the life in retrospect#the ONLY good thing about a year in the life is emilys story like good for her finally living her own life and finding what she loves#that makes sense and that all adds up like love that for her.#im biased because ive been a jess girl since i was 8 but jess. fantastic. sucks that he's still in love with rory but hes doing great fine#lane deserved more than that that was bullshit that she was there for 5 minutes and sookie too like#from what i remember melissa mccarthy couldnt be in it or didnt want to or i dont know but i didnt like that they essentially made sookie#abandon jackson and her kids idk.#christopher i dont care about but PARIS deserved more as well#dont get me started on the wild plot omg.#but that's another thing that ruins the reboots is they just try to add such topical references and it just ages so badly imo#and anyway im just so confused. rory is still sleeping with logan but she has a boyfriend whose name she cant remember but also#she's having one night stands at comic con ?#all for the show to end with SPOILER her saying she's pregnant ?#? ? ?#?#ok.#like. they ruined her character a long time ago but they just completely gave up in this.#lorelai is lorelai i expected nothing else so it was boring i just. think this was the wrong show to do a reunion with i dont know.#i didnt watch it but i think the friends thing is the best way to go where they dont make new episodes but just bring the cast back together#like it was so much better with us all just imagining luke and lorelai got married and had another kid and rory went on to be a journalist#and that was that but here we are
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sweet like candy (LN4 SMAU)
summary: in which Lando is a complete simp over singer Y/N L/N
warnings: a little bit of hate, cursing, suggestive content
pairing: lando norris × singer!reader
face claim: sabrina carpenter / morgan riddle
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✦ . ⁺ . ENJOY. ⁺ . ✦
ynln
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ynln: la dolce vita or whatever they say
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ynfan2: woman how DARE YOU being this aesthetic????
ynfan3: i love you please marry me
ynhater1: omg can you stop begging for attention
ybffname: love the vibes and all, but when are you gonna stop traveling around and come back home huh?
ynln: i'd say about never but we'll see how things go 🥰
ynfan4: jesus christ woman where AREN'T YOU
ynfan7: okay but have you thought about stopping at a F1 race or something
ynln: tell me more about it 💭
ynfan5: london, italy, paris... GIRL OMG
ynhater2: i don't think you should flaunt like this when there's literally people starving
ynfan6: literally dream life
ysistername: cute but can i have my hair clip back? THANK YOU!
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landonorris: they do say la dolce vita :) but whatever right?
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landofan1: hot.
landofan2: i do have a lot to say but i have some decency
maxfewtrell: i think your shirt's a bit unbuttoned mate
landonorris: thanks mate! hadn't noticed
ynfan7: am i dreaming or that caption...
ynfan4: girl the caption, the song, those pictures... it's all for her
landofan3: what?
ynfan4: check out y/n l/n's latest post
landofan5: HOLY FUCK
landofan5: don't judge him for making it about her,if i were him i'd do the EXACT same
ynln: thanks for letting me know :)
landonorris: you should stop by a race, maybe i could tell you a thing or two about italian :)
maxfewtrell: mate, they still have DMs :)
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ynupdates:
ynupdates: Us too, Lando! During his friend Max Fewtrell's Twitch stream, Formula 1 driver Lando Norris admitted to having a crush on Y/N L/N, as transcribed below:
Lando: “If I like Y/N? Yes, absolutely! There is no reality in which I don't listen to her songs or that I'm not a big fan of hers.”
Max: “'Fan'? Mate, drop it, we all know how you're a complete simp over the woman.”
Lando: “What?”
Max: “Be for fucking real, now! We know it. You've talked about her, not once, not twice, we lost count! Can't keep track of it anymore. You're down bad."
Lando: “Shut up, you bastard. But I will admit, I think she's cute.”
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ynfan7: IT'S HAPPENING GUYS
landofan5: god knows how much i've waited
ynfan8: ok but where has lando talked about yn multiple times??
landofan9: he once brought her up during a video with oscar (his teammate) for mclaren, saying her songs are huge part of his pre race routine
landofan10: or when he sang her song "God is a Woman" on live
landofan11: or when he literally posted one of her songs on his stories
landofan12: or when he said she's his favorite singer
ynfan8: i agree with max tbh
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y/n via instagram stories.
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ynupdates: NOBODY MOVES!
Y/n L/n was seen on the McLaren garage ahead of the Dutch Grand Prix weekend - today, it's qualifying! Go papaya!
(let's try not to clown but just so everybody is properly informed, Lando is a McLaren driver.....)
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ynhater3: ofc she's gon cling to a man for relevancy... typical yn
ynfan7: pls go suck a dick
landofan7: OK OK OK IM SO OK WITH THIS
ynfan9: OMG OKG OM WJAT
ynfan11: that's literally momma and papa
landofan10: she's literally there for him wtf 😭
ynfan15: im not fraekingnout AT ALL
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mclaren: Having set the fastest time in Q3, Lando grabs pole position! Tomorrow, we go racing!
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landofan17: OMG SHE LIKED IT YALL
landofan18: can we focus on the racing for a bit?
landofan5: my prayers didn't go unnoticed... good to know!
landofan19: soft launch i fear?
#ln4#formula 1#f1#f1 x reader#f1 x you#f1 fanfic#f1 fic#lando norris smut#lando#norris#lando norris x reader#lando norris fic#lando norris singer reader#lando norris x you#lando norris x y/n#lando norris reader#singer reader#lando norris
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so unfair when you have an idea and you type away on your phone for hours like "wow this is so good, it'll be the longest fic ever" and then you check the thumbnail on the computer and IT DOESN'T EVEN FILL THE THUMBNAIL
#i didn't even title it though#it doesn't need a title#anyway it was what i wrote when the chapter ended with JAMES#and now i'm up to chapter trent bianco and it feels like the moment's passed#hate to think what i wrote#i definitely didn't write that matthew was still drinking in secret#matthew u ok#will matthew ever be okay#honestly#like the fear that he'll turn out like cordelia's father......... i just#i mean he went away with the love of his life TO PARIS and promised to put down the drink and he COULDN'T#like he's the cool fashionable option for cordelia after that brooding mess of a husband#matthew's like the... brother in that simpsons episode#you know the one where homer has disappointed bart for the nth time and bart's like RIGHT I'M GETTING A NEW DAD#and then when they see homer at the thing and the new dad is like 'homer? so this is the drunken alcoholic gambler?'#and homer's like 'yep that's me'#just owning it#james is that#some brooding herondale who'd rather wallow in his own sadness than get what he wants#'i COULD tell cordelia the truth and explain orrrrrrrrr i have this gene inside me that just wants a dark room and a paintbrush'#'i could profess my love to cordelia orrrrrrrrr i could rant at these pesky ducks who keep pooping in my pool'#if there's not a broody herondale in every series written by cassie clare then i don't want it#wait who's the broody herondale in emma and julian's story????#probably jace#i mean julian obviously is broody but maybe he's like painting portraits of jace in a dark room bitterly wondering what emma sees in him#'i told you julian for the last time i just want to be a warrior like jace!!! i'm not in love with him!!!'#julian bitterly thinking 'right sure that explains the poster of him in your room'#'you already told me that poster was the first thing you'd grab in a fire'#emma just like 'ugh god julian it's you i like godddd you idiot' storms off to see cristina (i can't remember her name).#wait i just remembered there's an actual herondale in emma and julian's story YEAH BUT HE DOESN'T GET ENOUGH AIRTIME
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Picture Perfect
pairing: logan sargeant x fem!photographer!reader
summary: logan’s girl travels with him as his personal photographer
a/n: I’m still working on the next Lando piece but I was out watching the northern lights last night and this one pretty much wrote itself
a/n: also and as usual I’m throwing timelines and official schedules and actual facts of races in the garbage. Living my best delulu life where Logan got the actual chance he deserved
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305girl: my boy, my boy, my boy how I love you so…congrats on your first f1 race baby!! Despite everything you did so well today 🩵🩵🩵
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user1: that’s our American racer!!
↳user2: you did good today Logan!
oscarpiastri: first race down 👊🏻🧡 many more to go!
↳logansargeant: congrats osc! 🩵 we did it!
↳305girl: my racer boys!! You’re officially formula racers 💚💚
↳oscarpiastri: good to have you here for this — maybe you’ll get some photos of me next time
↳logansargeant: nope! Contractually only able to take my photos
↳oscarpiastri: seriously?
↳305girl: yup
↳user3: this is the best thing ever
user4: 🙋🏾♀️ new American fan - who is 305girl? Help?
↳user5: haha 🤣 she’s Logan’s girlfriend! They’ve been together for years - childhood friends I think!
↳305girl: correcto! Best friends since I threw down against some bullies for him
↳logansargeant: my knight in a sparkly pink skirt and mud stained tights
↳305girl: you know it!
↳user4: oh my god that’s adorable
alex_albon: congratulations on your first race Logan!
↳logansargeant: thanks Alex! Can’t wait for more
↳alex_albon: absolutely! We’ll come back stronger next time
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305girl: my boy looks so good in red I had to continue the theme featuring Paris and my darkroom
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user5: oh my god 😍🥵❤️ red is definitely his color
user6: Paris looks good on Logan!
↳305girl: you know it!
oscarpiastri: taking notes…📝
↳logansargeant: of what? My best colors?
↳lilyzneimer: 🤨 oh?
↳oscarpiastri: umm…🏃🏻♂️💨
↳305girl: let’s leave the boys to it, shall we?
↳lilyzneimer: let’s
↳logansargeant: hey!!
↳oscarpiastri: what??
user7: ok but where did you get the darkroom from?
↳305girl: it’s in our apartment in England! It was just a short trip to Paris during the break
↳user7: that makes so much more sense then what I was thinking
↳user8: …did you think that she just set up a dark room in a Paris hotel room?
↳user7: leave me alone!!
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logansargeant: when the artist becomes the subject…thank you Miami! You were good to me this weekend! And a big thank you to my girl — I love you
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user9: somehow this post called me single in about 100 different ways
↳user10: same! 😭
↳user11: proof that if he wanted to, he would
305girl: my handsome man…I love you too! But when did you take these?
↳logansargeant: I’m a man of many talents!
↳305girl: evidently! I guess I’ll have to let you be behind the camera more often
↳logansargeant: only if you’re the subject 🩵
↳305girl: 🥹💚🥰
user12: congrats Logan! That’s our American points scorer!
↳user13: red white and blue baby!!
↳user14: woohoo!
alex_albon: show them how it’s done Logan! Congrats!
↳logansargeant: congrats to you too! Thank you
↳user15: Our Williams boys!
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305girl: when in Rome (New York)…pizza is a must! And thank you Logan for your patience (and eventually your sweatshirt) while I got that lovely shot of the moon
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user16: I don’t know who to be more jealous of…305girl for being his girlfriend or Logan for having her as a girlfriend…
↳user17: the bi answer is both
↳user18: the ace answer is him cause that pizza looks supremely good right now
↳user16: 🤣🤣
logansargeant: oh I know that all of “my” sweatshirts are just on loan till they smell like me
↳305girl: you know it!
↳lilyzneimer: that’s a good answer!
↳oscarpiastri: …I’ll pack some of mine up for you
↳lilyzneimer: thank you!
user19: you guys are so cute together!
↳user20: they are!!
↳305girl: thank you! We’ve been together for nearly 7 years now
↳user20: oh my god! So long?
↳305girl: well…I had such a crush on him I talked my parents into letting me move to England with him so…
↳logansargeant: awwww…you had a crush on me?
↳305girl: obviously babe
↳logansargeant: enough to move to England?
↳305girl: I’ll go anywhere you go
↳logansargeant: 🥹🥹🥹
alex_albon: I don’t think pizza is an approved part of our diet plan…
↳logansargeant: shhh…don’t tell anyone
↳305girl: don’t worry alex_albon. I got him to work it off
↳alex_albon: really? In my comment thread?
↳305girl: don’t even 😂🙄
↳logansargeant: she made me carry ALL of her camera equipment
↳305girl: boyfriend privileges!
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305girl: oh to be back on British soil…Silverstone? Done ✅ A round of golf with 2 pros and their boyfriends? Done and done ✅
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lilymhe: it was so good to catch up with you!
↳305girl: it was! I’ve missed you in the paddock
↳lilymhe: 😓😓 don’t worry! This just in, I’m gonna abandon everything just to travel with you
↳alex_albon: ummm?
↳logansargeant: ummm?
↳lilymhe: i said what i said!
↳305girl: best day of my life!!
landonorris: you muppets!! Where was my invite??
↳alex_albon: must have got lost in the mail
↳305girl: didn’t even send it
↳landonorris: 😨
↳305girl: you stole Oscar from us! So we’re taking Alex from you
↳landonorris: no! You can’t do that!
↳oscarpiastri: so we’re not friends and not hanging out later?
↳landonorris: no! We absolutely are!
↳alex_albon: does our friendship mean nothing to you then?
↳landonorris: i give up
user21: girl are you just not gonna mention the absolute dressing down that you gave James?
↳305girl: I’ve been Logan’s biggest defender since we were 7. That’s not gonna change now
↳user22: girl he was running for his life
↳305girl: 🤷♀️🤷♀️🤷♀️ not my problem
user23: ok but who won
↳lilymhe: me
↳alex_albon: me
↳305girl: me
↳logansargeant: definitely NOT me (or Alex let’s be real)
↳alex_albon: mate…
↳logansargeant: I’m not gonna lie on the internet
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305girl: are the stars in my eyes 🤩🤩 cause of Logan or that night sky? The world may never know…(it’s Logan! He won me a giant Pikachu at the arcade 🥰🥰🥰)
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user24: oh to have a boyfriend that would fly you around the world and win you giant Pikachus…
↳user25: water is wet. Fork found in kitchen. Me sleeping on the highway tonight!
logansargeant: 😊😊😊 anything for my girl
↳305girl: awwwww thank you baby
oscarpiastri: the real question is how long it took him though
↳305girl: not long at all! he is shockingly good at skeeball
↳logansargeant: shockingly?
↳305girl: babe I’ve taken you bowling before
↳logansargeant: not another word!
↳305girl: 🤭🤭🤭
alex_albon: logansargeant you’ve never won me a giant Pikachu
↳lilymhe: funny I was gonna say the same towards you!
↳alex_albon: 😑😑
↳logansargeant: sorry! Only the loml gets that privilege
↳305girl: 🥺🥰
user26: ok but are we gonna talk about how good this girl is at photography?? Like I came for Logan but damn im staying for her
↳user27: finally!! Like I love her Logan posts but literally everything else on her page is 👌🏽👌🏽👌🏽
↳305girl: thank you!!
↳user27: I’m gonna need a 30 page PowerPoint and an entire YouTube series on how you do it
↳305girl: on it! 🫡🫡
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305girl: Logan…this year has been insane in the best way possible. It has been a dream come true to watch you achieve your dream and to have the chance to be by your side for all of it? I have no words on how special it was for me. Congrats baby! This year was only the start of a long and successful career for you 😘💋💚💚
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logansargeant: babe…
logansargeant: I can’t find the words on what it means to me that you’ve been by my side this year. I don’t think I would have done as good as I did if I didn’t have your unwavering support and love. It’s been a long and sometimes difficult year but it was made infinitely easier knowing that yours would be the first and last face I see everyday. I know it was selfish of me to drag you through this rough schedule across the globe but I am so extremely grateful that you said yes when I asked. I love you
↳305girl: oh baby💚💚💚
↳305girl: believe me when I say there is NOWHERE I’d rather be than right next to you.
↳305girl: and let me tell you something — there’s only one other question you could ask me that would have gotten a quicker yes than when I agreed to follow you around the world
oscarpiastri: Congratulations! We did it Logan! One down and many to go!
↳logansargeant: that we did! Couldn’t ask for a better guy to do it with either
alex_albon: it’s been a fun year! Now let’s go rest and recharge cause next year is gonna be ours!
↳305girl: yes it is!!
↳logansargeant: couldn’t have said it better myself!
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Until You
Part One | Part Two
charles leclerc x female pop singer!reader x oscar piastri f1 smau with intermittent scenes fc: none it's a mix of taylor swift, sabrina carpenter, and random pinterest ladies. {voice claim is adele}
Summary: he drives vroom vrooms, she sings soulful tunes. there's no way in hell this is gonna work, right? Warnings: language Notes: my first foray into smau and holy shit these are a lot of fun (and work omg). special thanks to @driverlando for the encouragement and listening to me whine
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liked by charles_leclrec, landonorris, pierregasly and 3,689,476 others ynyln: Merci beaucoup, Paris! Je t'aime et à bientôt!! ❤️💋 user1: formula one what are you doing here user2: she's always been a fan? user3: hope you're ok!! <3 user4: mother showing us all why she's mother pierregasly: magnifique spectacle, rendez-vous à Monaco! user5: did anyone see the fan vides of the f1 boys there? user6: she's gonna be at Monaco?!?! user7: were they in vip? user5: yeah but from what I've seen they didn't go backstage or anything user7: announce split from shitbag bf then perform best show of her tour? queen shit
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liked by mclaren, charles_leclrec, scuderriaferrari and 2,912,672 others ynyln: For the first time I will be attending a Grand Prix! Vroom vrooms make my heart go brr. Eternally grateful to scuderiaferrari for the invitation. (They don't have to know my favorite driver is on mclaren) 📷: poster of the gp I was supposed to go to 2 years ago scuderriaferrari: 🤨 scuderriaferrari: we're sure you'll be a converted tifosi by Sunday mclaren: yn is our fan 🙏🏻 Oscar and Lando on cloud 9 now f1: Looking forward to (finally) welcoming you! user4: alright y'all is she a Lando or Oscar girlie ynyln: can't I love them both 🥺 user8: great now I gotta watch all the grand prix stuff this week for a glimpse of mother user7: why didn't you go 2 years ago? user8: J*stin that's why ynbff: I know this is so beyond huge for you! You're going to have such a great time!! (liked by ynyln) user4: idk but it's weird she's all happy and stuff right after the end of her relationship with IDK user1: not really? If you look back for the past year they were rarely seen together. He didn't even go to her launch party in London user5: yeah anyone could see they were over long before they announced it. she probably mourned it already
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ynyln: Dinner in Monte Carlo. Do I go all in on black or red?
scuderriaferrari: red, obviously landonorris: black charles_leclerc: Red maxverstappen1: Black ynyln: all these blue check marks where are my lil lattes 😩 user2: yn stays forgetting she's the biggest blue check mark user1: not max joining in the mclaren vs ferrari fight for YN mclaren: Papaya 🥺 (but black) scuderiaferrari: go comment on your own guest's posts mclaren: you sent the invite after we mentioned doing it landonorris: do better admin mclaren: We'll get her next time redbullracing: not if we get her first landonorris: if not we're going on strike oscarpiastri: we what landonorris: for legal reasons that was a joke 🙄 oscarpiastri: I quite like the red user3: I love that YN asked opinions on her fit but it's just f1 drivers and admins fighting over her 🍿🍿 (liked by author) ynyln: it's amazing right? no one's fought over me before user3: bffr sabrinacarpenter: love the black but the red slays 🫶🏻 redbullracing: we vote blue mclaren: that's not an option? redbullracing: we still vote blue scuderiaferrari: don't you have an energy drink to go sell user4: came for the pics, stayed for the f1 chaos
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caption: making men wait for selfies before i order food? yes
Y/n and Charles lingered over their wine, and when yn/bff made the signal that they should get going y/n waved her off. Usually she hated social settings, but Charles was so personable and warm that she felt like she was chatting with a longtime friend. "You can go, Pete can get me back to the hotel," she said, glancing to the table in the corner, where Pete and Charles's bodyguards sat. The dining room was private, and she had the feeling that Ferrari had paid to have the restaurant closed to anyone but their small party for the night.
"I will make sure she gets back safely," Charles promised.
Yn/bff relented, excusing herself and leaving. The next several moments YN bid goodnight to the others, smiling sweetly and shaking hands of the Ferrari personnel and members of the team, and finally Carlos, who shared a knowing look with Charles before he left.
"You don't have to stay with me," she said as the waiter came to refill their glasses.
"No, I am having a wonderful time." He smiled, asking the waiter to leave the bottle. "I have wanted to meet you for a long time."
That surprised her. "Really?" she asked, sipping her wine.
He nodded, standing and bringing his glass and the bottle around so he could sit next to her. "I've been a fan of yours since – ah, I'm bad at song titles. The song where it's – I heard that you're settled down. I can't sing, I'm sorry."
She smiled. "Someone Like You?"
"Yes, that one." Charles leaned one arm on the table. "A few of us came to Paris and we were supposed to come backstage after the show, but after what happened…"
"I saw pictures and videos of you and – Lando and Pierre right? I wish I could have met you then – I've been a fan forever, but…" She swallowed hard, glancing down briefly. "I cancelled my post show meetings," she murmured. "It didn't seem right."
"Were you…" He paused, then shook his head. "It is none of my business."
"Was I too upset?" she guessed, taking another sip as the surprised flashed in his eyes. "I suppose I was. You were at the show… Those emotional moments weren't rehearsed."
"I could tell."
"Do you want to know the crazy part?" She didn't know why she was sharing this with him. He was a stranger. Yet she felt so at ease with him. More at ease than she had in a long time, really. "I wasn't crying for him."
"Who were you crying for, chérie?" he asked softly.
"Myself. For the wasted time, the pain I put myself through." Y/n gave her head a little shake. "I'm sorry, you don't want to hear about that."
"I want to hear about anything you wish to say."
"Are you always this charming?" she asked.
"I'm not charming. That makes it sound like I'm trying to make you like me. I am just… Me, y/n."
"You. Charles Leclerc, one of the top drivers in formula one."
"And you are just y/n, queen of music."
"I wasn't always."
"Neither was I."
"Touche," she sighed, lightly clinking her glass to his. "But you are charming."
"Perhaps I am just charmed. I am glad you went with the red." His eyes stayed on her as he finished his wine. Then he glanced to the corner, hesitating before facing her again. "Would you like to go somewhere more private?"
She hesitated. She didn't know him. The last thing she needed was some messy disaster of a fling, or to dive into a new relationship. And yet… "Yes," she whispered.
tbc.
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Paris, Texas pt. 2
aka: 2 Texans, 1 Lady 🎀 The joel x javi x f!reader threesome PART 2!!
WC: 8k | Other fics | Rating: 18+ | Read on Ao3 | PART ONE
this one goes out to my fellow mlm fans and voyeurs, i hope it’s everything you wanted and more <3; dedicated to everyone that gets a tag bc i love you 5ever
Summary: Joel, still struggling with his conflicting feelings about the threesome with Javier, gets a surprise visit at work from the man himself that leaves him even more confused. After a week of seeing Javier in his dreams, he gets another surprise visit at work.
Note: it’s pretty heavy on the m/m action so if that’s not ur thing no worries you can still have a forehead kiss from me
Tags/warnings: pwp, smut on smut on smut, internalized homophobia, dubcon joel/javi, infidelity, oral (m and f), consensual f/m sleepy oral, m/m anal, it’s not exactly a cuck chair–but there is a chair and u get to watch from it, top!joel, bottom!javi, but also switchy/vers in the future bc, respectfully, i would to experience the best of all worlds, i do not have a dick (i’m just a member of the fanclub) so if any of the m/m action is wildly inconceivable or something pls let me know i’m happy to receive feedback (spit as lube just pretend ok), some angsty guilt and shame in between the smut bc joel is still in denial, uhh dom!joel, idk if contractors have offices and i spent too long googling about it before remembering the point was the porn so pls forgive if that ruins ur immersion, tell me if i forgot something important
standard almostempty warnings at this point: unprotected sex with no consequences bc it’s fiction; f!reader is able-bodied otherwise no descriptions of skin tone, blushing, hair, idk tell me if there’s something that takes you out (physically); everyone is probably bi; no y/n, no beta just fueled by the power of adhd and delusion, if u see a mistake it was the gremlins i’m sorry
PLEASE TELL ME IF U LIKE IT OR IF U HATE IT OR IF YOU WANT MORE
Joel is buried in paperwork. Permits and invoices are stacked up on his desk in organized chaos. The week has been a disaster. He blames his low-grade headache on the deadlines and number crunching, but he knows something else makes him uneasy. He rubs the pads of his fingers between his brows as if he could massage away the stress or erase the permanent worry line carved into his features.
The noises outside his office blend into static as he recommits himself to getting caught up.
He rolls up the sleeves of his worn plaid shirt, sighing to himself before he resumes. His pen scratches across a form he doesn’t care much about when the door to his offices creaks open.
His head snaps up, looking across the room with a sharp glare. He’s not in the mood for interruptions, and he's already irritated at being stuck behind a desk playing catch-up. He isn’t expecting the man that enters the room. Stifling a surprised noise, he narrows his eyes to a sharp glare. He’s not in the mood for work-related afternoon interruptions, let alone a surprise visitor.
“So, this is the boss’s office?” Javier’s voice is smooth like he didn’t just appear out of nowhere and uninvited.
“Yep,” Joel mutters, grip on his pen tightening in his fingers. Dropping his eyes back to his work, considering ignoring the man. Maybe he can will away the pest by avoiding eye contact and ignoring the intruder sizing up his space.
Javier scans the sparse office. Empty walls, bare bones, and practical.
Joel assumes he’ll have a snarky comment about the size of the room or the view. He keeps flipping through the paperwork in his hand, braced for Javier’s attitude. Joel is tense and prepared to snap back, but his shoulders are tight and stiff as if he’s been sleeping on concrete for a week.
The signature scent of Javier, spicy and smoky, fills the air. The fragrance stirs Joel's memories and causes a visceral reaction. It makes his gut churn and fingers itch with restlessness.
The last–and only–time he’s seen Javier plays out like a well-edited montage. New images flash every time he blinks. Dark eyes. Sweat glistening on Javier’s chest. Lips, tongues, and teeth, he tries to subtly shake the thoughts out of his head.
Javier drops into the chair in front of the desk, eyeing Joel with a casual bravado. He crosses one leg over the other, resting his ankle along his knee in his dark jeans and rusty red button-down. He links his hands behind his head as if he’s prepared to settle in and bask in Joel’s discomfort.
Javier’s eyes roam over Joel’s desk. “You don’t have a secretary for all that paperwork?” he muses. A smile pulls at the corner of Javier’s mouth that Joel could sense without looking at him. He can feel the heat of Javer’s gaze pouring over the desk between them, making the air feel heavy, thick with something unsaid.
Joel can feel his pulse jump in his throat, chest constricted. “Nope.” He hoped his clipped tone would push Javier out of the room, but that hope flickers and dies when he takes in the nonchalant sight. Irritation spikes in Joel at the whole disturbance. He’s not interested in letting Javier take up residence in his office. Or his mind.
“You need somethin’?” Joel’s throat feels dry as he spits out the blunt question. He flips through the next invoice without processing a single word on the page. He’s tired and has a low threshold after a week of poor sleep. Though, he’d never admit, except maybe to you, that he’s easily irritated even with a good night of rest. But you always slice right through his grumpy shell.
“Just in the neighborhood,” Javier drawls, “thought I’d stop by.”
“Right.” Joel rolls his eyes, ”We supposed to be friends now?” Or what? Something more?
Javier shrugs casually, like that’s up to Joel to decide.
Joel tosses his pen and paperwork onto his desk. He takes a breath, forcing his features into something neutral. The night you brought Javier into your home, and your bed has haunted him. Made it so he couldn’t think straight. Tortured him, not with regret, but with the messy, tangled knot of shame and desire.
Now Javier is here. In the flesh. Self-satisfied and content, watching Joel and waiting expectantly. Waiting for what?
“Is staring me down part of your ex-cop deal? You come here uninvited to interrogate me or something?” Joel accuses with annoyance in his eyes.
“I don’t need to interrogate you,” Javier answers, mellow and cloying, “already know what you want.” He shifts, leaning forward, speaking quieter. “Just wanted to see if you’ve figured it out yet.”
Joel works his jaw as he crosses his arms. A brick wall of resistance. The fuck is that supposed to mean?
He clocks when Javier’s eyes lower, tracing the line of his arms, the same way you do when you catch Joel in a mood. You so easily diffuse his anger, disarming him with your wit or completely dismantling him with your body, unlike the instigator in front of him, who seems to only get under Joel’s skin.
Joel lets out a deep sigh. Javier isn’t here to be friends.
“It was what she wanted,” Joel says, his eyes hard, his voice firm. It felt like a weak excuse the second the words left his mouth. Shit.
Javier can taste the blood in the water. His eyes glint at the thrill of the chase. “Is that all?”
The room feels like it’s shrinking. Heat crawls up the back of Joel’s neck, anger entwined with something else he refuses to name. “Don’t flatter yourself,” he replies, standing up from his chair, trying to tower over Javier in some pathetic attempt at dominance.
A move he immediately regrets.
Javier also stands, circling around the side of the desk to look Joel up and down. Boldly. He admires Contractor Joel. The way he fills out his well-fitted work jeans, the way his deep green plaid hugs his broad shoulders and strains around his biceps as he crosses his arms again.
The workwear suits him. A strikingly masculine figure. Powerful and seductive. Tempting Javier just by existing. “I get it,” Javier murmurs to himself, understanding what you’d mean when you first described Joel. The disgruntled expression, the furrowed brows and sharp eyes–he only makes it worse.
“Always thought the whole construction thing was a cheesy porn gimmick,” Javier admits, “you could pull it off though. You got the toolbelt and the hat?”
“You can leave,” Joel replies dryly.
Ignoring Joel, Javier steps closer, “I’m just saying,” he rests a finger on Joel’s shoulder, drawing a line down towards his chest. Joel’s body is rigid, the contact searing his skin even through the soft material of his shirt. “You look good. This is your color,” he tugs at the dark green fabric below Joel’s throat. He drops his hand, and Joel feels like the earth could swallow him whole.
Javier’s mock compliments make Joel’s stomach flip before he steels himself again. Javier flashes a diabolical smile, catching the flare of Joel’s eyes and the hard swallow of whatever retort he couldn’t muster.
“You’re really trying to convince yourself, aren’t you?” Javier’s voice is dripping with mock sympathy.
Violent, intrusive thoughts race through Joel’s mind—socking Javier in the jaw to wipe that smug look off his face, grabbing him by the collar and running him through the wall, slamming him onto the desk. Face down so he could lean over his body and tell him, hot breath on the back of his neck, that he’s about to learn to watch his mouth.
Joel’s hands flex, knuckles popping, and heat stirs at the base of his spine at the dark desires. Suddenly, very aware of their close proximity. Close enough to feel the heat of Javier’s body, and to see the unwavering confidence in his face.
Amused by Joel’s volatility, Javier scoffs gently. His warm breath fans between them, and a smirk spreads on his face. Out of context, it’s only a gentle tease. A flirty smile and charged moment. But to Joel, strained like the last barricade holding back a beast, it’s too much. He snaps, and the beast gnashes its teeth.
“Get fucked,” Joel’s voice is a rumbly, low growl.
Javier’s smirk blooms into a Cheshire Cat grin. “I’d ask if you were offering, but I don’t think you’ve got it in you.”
Blood pounds in Joel’s ears. Drowning out the voice that wonders why Javier can rile him up so easily. The reminder that he’s got no reason to be jealous. That you’ve done nothing to make him worry.
“You were only doing it for her, huh?” Javier’s voice was quieter but still laced with danger.
Joel’s jaw is clenched tight when he replies, “Yep.” It doesn’t carry the conviction he needed to convey.
“Shame she isn’t here now, then,” Javier keeps pressing. The honesty in his tone throws Joel off.
“Would do anything for her,” Joel adds, softening fractionally at the truth in it.
“Anything?” Javier repeats.
“S’right.”
“For her.”
“For her,” Joel nods in agreement. Letting out a breath, he didn’t realize he had been holding. Javier rocks back on his heels like he’s about to turn and stroll away, satisfied by God knows what part of that interaction.
But he pauses.
Time feels weighted until Javier moves in closer. Another smile breaks across his face at how easily he can shock Joel into a trance with his audacity. Acting in defiance of all of Joel’s words.
His hand snakes up Joel’s chest until his fingers are slipping between the curls at the base of his skull. He leans in close, lips ghosting over the shell of Joel’s ear, “Is this for her too?” He shifts back half a step, and with the hand on the back of Joel’s head, he urges him to look down.
Javier’s hand had moved between them, palming the bulge in Joel’s jeans, his fingers pressing against his erection through the denim. Joel’s lips part, his whole body jerking forward instinctively, and a low groan rumbles in his chest before he can stop it.
Javier’s smirk deepened. “That’s what I thought.”
For a moment, Joel’s mind blanks out, lost in the haze of physical sensation. His body reacts before his brain catches up.
“The fuck are you doing?” Joel snaps, grabbing Javier’s wrist and yanking it away. His voice is hoarse, breath ragged.
“Anyone could walk in here.”
Javier didn’t pull away; he didn’t flinch. His head cocks in contemplation at Joel’s specific reasoning.
Leaning in closer, Javier’s voice drips with amusement. “You’re afraid of them?” he nods towards the door. “Worried about what? That your crew is gonna find out their boss likes cock?” he laughs softly, a dark, teasing sound.
Joel’s chest heaves, heart pounding. Anger, lust, and frustration all swirling together inside of him.
“You think they won’t take orders from you if they hear the noises you make for me?”
He knows Javier is running his mouth to provoke him. But it works on him anyway. Joel huffs dismissively, without a thought, “You think I’d make a sound for you?”
“I think you’ll beg me to stop before you do.”
Before he can dwell on the ramifications, Joel acts on impulse. Stepping back, his face hardening as he stares Javier down. That smug bastard. He’s consumed with a defiant urge to remove that smirk from Javier’s face.
“On your knees,” he orders, his voice cold, flat, and restrained.
Javier’s eyebrow raises, lips curling into a lazy smile. “Why, Joel?” he asks, voice playful.
“You know why.” The presumption is underscored by the sound of Joel’s belt clinking before he unzips his jeans. He grips the base of his thick cock, menacing and erotic, as he keeps his hard gaze on Javier.
He accepts the challenge, kneeling slowly, never breaking eye contact.
“Yeah,” Javier murmurs, “you look even better like this. All frustrated and desperate to be touched.” His voice is thick and low, like molasses. Almost reverent, but at the same time gloating, as if Javier’s only proving himself right. It’s infuriating to Joel that the man can so freely express his desire and rile Joel up further with the same words.
Javier’s hand covers Joel’s as he gives Joel’s cock an experimental stroke. Joel hisses through clenched teeth, slamming his eyes shut and tilting his head up to break the eye contact. To sever the intimacy. He’s taut, impatient, and ready to snap.
Until Javier’s lips wrap around his weeping tip, and they both groan in unison at the sensation. The wet heat of his mouth sends a sharp throb of pleasure through Joel. The intensity causes his hand to shoot out to his desk, fingers digging into the edge in an attempt to ground himself.
But it’s no use.
Javier knows exactly what he’s doing, taking him deep, fast, his mouth warm and eager. His hands work in symphony with his mouth, twisting around his length, massaging at his thighs and hips, deliberate and competent. He has nothing to be shy or restrained about.
Sinking into the pleasure, Joel starts to reason with himself. A mouth is a mouth, he can allow himself to have this, to let himself enjoy it.
And he does.
Javier’s tongue teases underneath the sensitive head of Joel’s cock before he slides past his lips, along the flat of his tongue, and deep into his throat. It’s good. Why is it so fucking good? Joel’s head tips back down, blinking his eyes open. His body shudders.
It’s not just a mouth.
Seeing Javier’s head bobbing, his cock disappearing past the man’s lips, it stirs something wild and untamed within him.
It’s a mistake to finally look. To really watch, taking it all in. The handsome features on Javier’s face, the unapologetic pleasure he takes from every reaction he pulls from Joel’s body. The strength and finesse of his hands are so different from you. He’s drawn to follow the movement of Javier’s hand dropping to readjust himself, to ease the pressure on his own aching cock.
The brief friction looses a moan from Javier, vibrating around Joel’s length. It’s undeniably fucking hot. Joel’s control slips, possessed by his urges.
He reaches for Javier’s face to cup his jaw and hold him still. And he gives in. Fucking into Javier’s mouth, hips jerking recklessly. It’s a desperate strain to tamp down the groans clawing at his throat, and it doesn’t help when Javier watches him with his half-lidded eyes. No.
“Shit,” he admonishes himself. Suppressing the captivating draw he feels. He tries to find focus, to keep it together–but there’s a loud knock that staggers him.
A voice, muffled outside of his office door, shouts to him, “There’s a vendor here, says he needs your sign-off.”
Joel’s breath hitches, “Fuck,” he spits, hands grasping the desk and Javier’s jaw, forcing out a coherent response. “Be there in a minute!” he calls out, voice strangled.
Javier doesn’t stop. He doubles down, hollowing his cheeks and greedily coaxing Joel to lose control. And, of course, he does. Joel’s climax hits fast and hard. His last attempts to stifle any noises falter. He gasps, body jerking as he comes, spilling into Javier’s mouth.
Dazed, he can only blink as Javier pulls away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, smirking.
“Seems to me like that was just for you.”
Joel is wrecked, leaning against the desk, his heart racing. He doesn’t have time to process anything before Javier kisses him—brief, chaste, leaving behind the taste of himself on his lips.
“Better get out there before anyone worries, boss,” Javier whispers with a wink before walking out of the office, leaving Joel standing there, stunned, unable to move.
As the door clicks shut behind him, Joel isn’t sure if the knot in his stomach is anger, guilt, or worse, wanting more.
Seems to me like that was just for you.
It echoes, slowly settling over Joel.
He nearly doubles over when the reality finally hits. His thoughts race, consumed by the thought of you. What did he just do?
…………..
Joel is wracked with guilt and misery for days. Suffering in his own self-imposed torment.
He needs to tell you, but he can’t figure out how. There’s no version of, “Hey baby, you know the guy from the threesome? The one that I threatened to kick out of the house? Well, he showed up to my office, and I may have come down his throat before he disappeared without a trace like a dick-sucking fairy.” that he can come up with that sounds redeemable.
Worse, he still can’t get over the guilt and shame of how it even happened. Seduced by another man? He can’t fathom the reality that another man could turn him on, refuting the way he felt when he watched Javier sink to his knees. And rejecting the truth when his cock stirs at just the memory. Joel is at a complete loss for how to explain it away.
It fucks with his sleep. He jolts awake in the middle of the night, aching and hard and furious that Javier has invaded his dreams. He sits up in bed, dragging his hands over his face. And you stir, always attuned to him.
You’re warm and sleepy, but concern washes over you in the moonlight.
“Can’t sleep?” you murmur, reaching out to pull him towards you. “What do you need?” Always so grounded, so considerate. It twists the guilt inside of him. He tries to erase his self-loathing and reassure you, to ease you back to sleep.
You aren’t quite conscious enough to listen, but when you shuffle beneath the sheets to cuddle up to your man, you gasp when you accidentally brush over his hard cock. Not because it’s a shock to find, but because in your barely lucid state, you’re uninhibited. Earnestly expressing the desire his arousal sparks in you.
“Use me,” you whisper, slow and syrupy. Difficult to deny.
“No, baby, it’s okay. Go back to sleep,” Joel argues softly.
You roll over, muffling a low whine into your pillow, before turning back towards Joel. You can make out his profile in the dim glow of the room. You can feel the resistance, but you give it another shot.
“It’s not okay,” you grumble, and his head jerks towards you, “can’t go back to sleep now, you’ve got me all wet already.”
“Okay,” he gives in like he could ever hold out on you anyway. He pulls back the sheet, exposing your sleep-warmed skin to the cooler air. Running his palm down your spine as you melt face down on the bed. He crawls overtop of you, straddling behind the curve of your ass, before lowering himself, caging you under his body.
The skin contact is overwhelmingly intimate as he presses soft kisses to your neck and shoulders. You settle with ease and whine softly into the dark room as he rubs his cock along your slick folds. He continues, grunting in his own pleasure, as he glides along your seam, soaking in the sensation of you. Wet and needy from his touch. Until your legs are twitching and your whines grow louder, impatient, and sharp until he hears you say his name. When you plead for him to fuck you already.
Then. He adjusts and sinks slowly into you, filling you inch by inch, grinding languidly against your plush body.
You’re soft. Warm and wet. You take him so well, and he knows how to find the angles to make you shake and cry out for him. Now he chases it, needing to please you, to give himself to you. He plunges into you deeply, whispering praise against your skin until you’re shuddering and gasping beneath him. He nearly comes with you, but when the thought of Javier pops up, he falters. He pulls out of you and gently flips you over.
“Sleep,” he commands as he settles between your legs, and you let it take you. Drifting off before you can process that he didn’t finish. Content to dream about Joel’s tongue dipping into your fluttering entrance and his hands spreading your legs wider.
Joel stays between your legs, making your dream a reality. Trying to purify himself by worshipping you. Pouring his sins out between your thighs. Seeking forgiveness through your pleasure until he’s too tired to dream.
He’s convinced this method will work. That eventually, he’ll forget about Javier altogether. But Joel underestimates how deeply the other man has sunk his claws into the back of his mind. It’s unsustainable, and his exhaustion becomes more and more apparent throughout the week.
Despite thinking he’s able to cover up his internal torment, you always seem to know when something is wrong. You don’t push. You’re patient and gentle with him. It adds to his guilt.
You help out in any way you can. Commenting that he seems stressed and tired but never asking for an explanation. You let him stew on his own emotional nightmare in solitude. As he prefers.
For now.
When Joel admits to you on Friday night that he’s behind at work, you simply nod. He doesn’t argue when you offer to bring lunch to him the next day. But he can barely meet your eyes when you smile and trail off about how you know just what will help him get through the day.
You tell him decisively that he deserves to finish up early if he’s going to the office on a Saturday. He can only nod. Determined to spend the morning figuring out how to confess to you. With words.
He’s still in a haze of fatigue the next day. Despite the rest of the office being quiet, his head is loud and buzzing. Likely the reason he’s so taken off guard when the door to his office swings open.
“Working on the weekend?”
Joel’s pulse spikes as the sound of Javier’s voice fills the room, smooth and mischevous.
Anger floods his bloodstream and cuts through the fog of shame that had been clouding his vision. Joel crosses his arms and levels a ruthless glare at the man leaning against the doorframe.
Javier should be the one that looks out of place. Overdressed for the occasion, in the wrong place. But he stands confidently, neatly groomed, and polished. His dark blue collared shirt and fitted jeans highlight his broad shoulders. He looks like he’s exactly where he’s meant to be, and his expression says he knows it.
“No,” Joel says gruffly. Unperturbed, Javier sails into the room.
“I don’t have time for this. Get out.” Joel says, his voice low, dangerous. He stands, hips leaning against his desk, prepared to back up his threat. His tolerance is already out the window for Javier.
Javier shrugs, movements so fluid in relation to Joel’s fixed demeanor.
“You didn’t say please.” His smirk is maddening. Joel’s fuse is short. He’s not interested in games. Not interested in having anything to do with his surprise guest at all. But he doesn’t move. Words caught in his throat.
“Besides,” Javier continues breezily, “you aren’t very convincing. I told you last time, I like this look on you, all mad and–”
Joel feels thorns clawing at his throat. Furious that his nerves flutter in response to Javier’s backward flattery. He can’t be thinking straight, that’s all.
In fact, it’s damned near impossible to think when Javier keeps running his mouth, pushing every button he’s got.
“Fuck you,” Joel hisses, vibrating with frustration, cutting off whatever Javier’s next words would have been.
Amused by the interruption, Javier’s smile widens, eyes gleaming. “Mm,” he purrs, stepping closer, “You would like to, wouldn’t you?”
That’s it.
Joel snaps, his hand shoots out, grabbing Javier by the front of his shirt and shoving him roughly against the nearest wall. The loud thud of Javier’s back hitting the drywall echoes in the small office. But the smirk on Javier’s face only deepens.
“Touchy today, aren’t you?” Javier teases, breath coming out in a soft laugh. His body is pinned between the wall and Joel’s, but he doesn’t seem fazed. In fact, he looks pleased with the predicament.
Joel’s breath is coming out hard and fast, fists still gripping the fabric of Javier’s shirt. This is the last person he wants to see right now. He seethes. Pent up and compressed into a dangerous coil.
“You think this is funny?” Joel snarls, his face mere inches from Javier’s.
Javier’s smile softens into something darker, more intimate. “A little,” he admits, leaning in just enough that their noses almost brush. “But, you seem to be taking it pretty seriously.” Javier shifts under Joel’s grip, his hands skirting up Joel’s waist. “You’re so worked up.”
Joel grits his teeth, a ferocious-looking expression that only eggs Javier on.
Dropping to a whisper to demand that Joel listens closely, Javier adds, “Maybe you’re not mad at me at all.”
Before Joel can snap back, Javier shifts, movements effortless and exact.
In an instant, Joel finds himself flipped, his back flat against the wall, slammed with a force that he wasn’t expecting. Javier’s arm presses across Joel’s chest, and his hips press against Joel’s in a way that sends a hot wave of need shooting down Joel’s spine.
“Maybe,” Javier murmurs, lips to Joel’s ear, “you’re just mad at yourself.” Javier rocks his hips into Joel’s, grinding against his body in a slow, deliberate motion. A shudder ripples through Joel’s frame, even as his mind rebels against the thrill. “Denying the truth.” He emphasizes his point, pelvis pressing into Joel’s hardening cock, rolling his hips again. “Denying the pleasure.”
No. Joel holds out. He isn’t going there. Not now, not ever.
But damn, the way Javier has him, the heat of his body against Joel’s. It tugs at the tangled knot of confusion in his chest. The knot that’s close to unraveling.
“Fuck you,” Joel spits again, but it lacks the venom from earlier. His voice is a little shaky, resolve crumbling the longer Javier stays this close.
Javier smiles, his lips brushing against Joel’s jaw. “Say it, Joel.” He’s all-consuming, like a tidal wave crashing over and destroying all of Joel’s hastily constructed defenses. Javier is a relentless force.
“Say it,” Javier demands. “I already know. Knew the first night we met,” he murmurs. “Just need to hear you say it.”
Joel’s heart pounds against his chest, and his mind races. He wants to shove Javier off, wants to do anything other than stand there and feel his body respond to every damn word Javier says. Instead, he can’t seem to do anything. Can’t stop the muscles spasming in his core, or the way his chest heaves under Javier’s arm.
“You can’t, though,” Javier whispers, his voice a dark, teasing rumble. He drops his arm, releasing Joel from his hold. “Such a shame. I wanted to know what you could do with that pretty cock of yours.”
That was the last straw.
Joel grabs Javier by the waist, roughly spinning him around, and shoving him face-first onto the desk.
“You wanna know what I can do with it?” his voice is harsh and wild.
A reckless energy blazes between them. He pushes Javier down, leaning over him, chest pressed into Javier’s back. One hand snakes down Javier’s side, stopping at his hip. The other hand firmly planted on the back of Javier’s neck, pinning him down.
Javier catches his breath. He doesn’t resist. If anything, he leans into it, arching his back, breath coming out in soft pants as Joel’s firm body boxes him in. With their bodies pressed tightly together, Joel’s straining erection isn’t subtle. “That’s more like it,” Javier murmurs, breathless but still smug.
“Shut up,” Joel’s voice is hoarse. He is losing himself in it, the heat, the tension. Javier’s solid, toned body beneath his. He doesn’t want to think anymore. Doesn’t want to feel. He just wants to take control. To push past all the noise in his head.
His body is on fire. Adrenaline, testosterone, and arousal all surge through him. Heightening every sensation, forcing him to be present. Rooted in his physicality.
Gritting his teeth, Joel’s hands grip Javier tighter, a bruising force.
“You’re gonna be good now,” Joel orders, “For me.” His voice is rough dark, and he doesn’t bother trying to hide the anger—or the heat—coursing through him. He can’t deny it right now, not when it burns so intensely.
He shifts his stance behind Javier, grinding his hips forward and feeling how Javier’s body responds. How he invites the contact and braces against the desk. Sweet, thick satisfaction pools at the base of Joel’s spine.
Javier is still mouthing off, taunting Joel. Despite his voice sounding more breathless, it still brims with arrogance. “For you,” Javier repeats Joel’s words. “I thought it was all just for her? Have you changed your mind now?”
Joel doesn’t answer. He’s too far gone. His hands move to the waistband of Javier’s jeans, yanking them down roughly, exposing the curve of his ass. Javier lets out a small gasp but doesn’t protest. In fact, Joel can feel the anticipation humming in Javier’s body, and he’s amused when Javier presses back as if he needs to dare Joel to go further. As if he could stop now.
Curling over Javier’s body, Joel presses his fingers to Javier’s mouth. “Suck.” Javier complies, allowing Joel to slip two fingers past his lips. Javier lets a hum vibrate around Joel’s fingers that causes Joel to roll his hips, grinding his still-clothed erection against Javier.
Losing the war with himself, Joel takes out his resentment on Javier. He hooks his fingers into Javier’s cheek–jerking his head to the side. He glowers at the signs of arousal on Javier’s face. The undignified hunger.
Remnants of disgust curdle in Joel’s gut. “You’re fuckin’ sick,” he accuses in a husky whisper, removing his fingers and straightening, breaking the eye contact that stirred something fierce and hot in his veins.
Accusations aside, Joel continues. He watches, smirking to himself, as Javier tenses at the sudden contact when Joel runs his hand over the curve of his ass. He takes his time. Enjoying his own exploration of Javier’s body. Smooth skin and firm and muscular.
When he slowly pushes a finger inside, Javier’s body tenses at first, but Joel is persistent, working in deeper and stretching him open.
Javier lets out a soft moan, still managing to sound smug even with the sharp gasp that follows. “You act all pissed,” Javier’s whispers, “but you love this.” His voice drips like warm honey with a teasing bite.
Joel grunts, ignoring the taunts, focusing instead on the way Javier’s body relaxes beneath him, allowing him to add another finger. Javier’s breath hitches and he drops his head onto the desk.
“Yeah,” Joel mutters, “you like that.”
His words on encourage Javier to continue, “Know you wanted this,” he breathes, “that you’ve been thinking about it since last time, since the first time.” He continues his murmuring, words spilling over Joel’s desk, “I know because you’ve been in my fuckin’ head since that night.”
“You’ve got an awful smart for someone in your position,” he continues, mindlessly flipping the attitude back at Javier, pointedly ignoring his confession.
A strained chuckle comes from Javier, his body tightening with every twist of Joel’s fingers. “You still think you’re in control here?” he breathes, voice challenging and raw. “You’ve got no idea.”
Joel pulls his fingers out abruptly, letting out a throaty growl as he shoves his jeans down just far enough to free himself. He spits in his hand, slicking himself up with rough, hurried strokes, his mind focused on the sight of Javier bent over his desk, waiting for more, begging for it.
“Let’s see if you can keep running your mouth with my cock inside you,” Joel’s voice is layered with satisfaction. A challenge. He’s firm, gripping Javier’s hips and lining himself up. The room feels still, their ragged breath the only sound filling the air.
He feeds his cock into Javier slowly. The tight heat of Javier’s body draws a guttural noise out of Joel, and he pauses for just a moment, letting the sensation wash over him. Then he pushes in deeper, inch by inch.
Javier lets out a sharp moan, hands balling into fists against the flat top of the desk. “Fuck,” he breathes, and this time there’s no teasing edge, just raw need.
Holding still while they both catch their breath, Joel’s hands dig tightly into Javier’s hips, anchoring the two of them together. He buries himself to the hilt, savoring the overwhelming sensation of heat and friction.
And then he starts to move.
Slowly, at first. Deliberate. He moves with measured control, hips snapping forward, pushing deeper with every stroke. Javier groans beneath him, then manages to mumble something about Joel being desperate, about how much he wanted this, but the words are broken, breathless.
“Yeah?” Joel growls, picking up the pace, his movements growing rougher, harder. “That’s what you think?”
Javier’s body jerks with each powerful thrust, breath coming in short bursts. “I know it,” he rasps, his grip on the desk tightening as Joel relentlessly continues. Slamming into him harder now, control beginning to slip.
“You talk too much,” Joel decides, pounding harshly into Javier, reveling in the sweet clench as his pelvis meets Javier’s ass. He’s entranced by the sensation, the skin-to-skin contact, the heat, sweat, and musk.
Joel feels reckless. Intoxicated with the rush of adrenaline and dopamine. Chasing an escape and taking it out on Javier. He is distantly aware that Javier has stopped with his taunting. The only sound either of them makes are low groans and throaty grunts as he pounds into the man beneath him.
So absorbed with the immorality and the thrill he’s blind to the rest of the world and the rest of the room.
Until the door opens.
Joel freezes, his heart dropping into his stomach.
It’s you.
You shut the door, locking it, before turning back to face both men. Joel’s mind goes blank. His body is still pressed against Javier, his hands still grip his hips, his body flush against his.
For a split second, he thinks he can pull away and cover up the situation somehow, but there is nothing that can explain this away. No excuse. No cover story. His body runs cold, at a loss for words, mouth agape.
Then he sees the look on your face.
You stand still, like a prey animal caught in the line of sight of two apex predators. You can see the fear in Joel’s eyes, and your heart lurches, aching to comfort him. But the rest of the scene has you stopped in your tracks.
Joel sees your eyes widen; your breath is shallow, but there’s no shock. No confusion or hurt. Just a raw, undeniable hunger. You aren’t prey.
You stand, taking in the sight of Joel fucking Javier into his desk, and your lips part in a small, breathless sigh.
Javier turns to take you in, noticing the shift in the room, but he doesn’t pull away either. He is glowing, flashing his teeth with a wicked smile. The locks of hair on his forehead are damp with sweat, and his chest heaves as he remains braced atop the desk across from you.
“Look who’s here to watch. Her own private show.”
Joel swallows hard, still buried deep inside of Javier, his heart races. Adrenaline and arousal tangle together in a haze that leaves him unsure and adrift.
You step further into the room, your gaze never leaving Joel’s as you cross the room. Setting down the lunch you brought, you perch on the edge of the chair that sits in front of the desk.
“Don’t stop,” you encourage.
Joel still looks like he’s forgotten how to blink or breathe.
“The deli had a long line, and I couldn’t get parking,” you trail off a little breathlessly, watching the confusion on your man’s face.
Statuesque and still, Joel is dumbfounded that you’re talking about being late for lunch while he’s balls-deep in the man bent over his desk. Is this real life? He’s been plagued with dreams of Javier for the last two weeks, waking up hard and sweating. But they weren’t like this. None of them were like this.
“Don’t stop,” you repeat, voice dropping, sultry and encouraging. But he’s still locked in a trance.
“Can’t perform for an audience this time?” Javier quips, and Joel can hear the eye roll in his tone.
Joel swallows hard, his mind spinning. He doesn’t know what to make of this. How to handle the fact that you’re here, watching. But with the heat in your eyes and the lack of surprise, you seem so relaxed–no, you’re enjoying this.
That does something to Joel.
Something dangerous.
The invitation in your eyes sets him off.
“She said don’t stop,” Javier continues on, smirking playfully at you, pushing back against Joel.
Slowly, Joel regains feeling in his body. His hold on Javier constricting, his breath steadying, “I won’t.” He starts to move again, indulging in the sensation as he slowly drags his cock almost all of the way out before burying himself deep with a harsh snap of his hips. The motion forces a gravelly moan out of Javier that makes your cheeks hot.
Joel continues, unhurried, fixed on the expression on your face and the depravity of the situation. You have a sparkle in your eye that he’s familiar with. “You knew,” Joel states. You nod in affirmation, a grin spreading on your face.
“I set it up,” you whisper.
Your admission hangs in the air. The sex-filled, debacherously thick air. Joel's remaining hesitance dissipates as it all sinks in. Washing away the fear of being caught or ashamed. He can see the glow on your face, your eyes dark--blown out with lust, wetting your lips as you wait for more. He can ask questions later.
For you.
He tells himself, dismissing the last of the voices in the back of his mind.
You can see the gears turning in Joel’s head before something settles in, and the dark look he gives you makes your body burn up. Joel grunts, and you nearly melt, knees weak at the eroticism. It’s a good thing you’re seated.
Joel slams harder into Javier, giving in to the primal heat driving him forward. Every broken breath from Javier feeds Joel’s growing need. His intensity shoots straight to your core. Your cunt throbs between your legs. You settle back into the chair, savoring the fruits of your labor.
Your eyes trail over both men. It’s better than you could’ve imagined. You only wish you’d been in the room last week. However, getting the details from Javier kept you aching all week, even with Joel’s newly acquired midnight oral fixation.
You feel the hungry look on your face, gaze darkening as you marvel at the lewd scene. You don’t wait for Joel’s approval. Hand dipping beneath the waistband of your shorts, slipping over the seam of your pussy, already needy and wet from the debased view of the two gorgeous men.
“Oh, shit,” Javier’s eyes nearly roll back as he watches you, eyes flicking from your hand disappearing beneath your shorts and up to your face.
Your lips part, arousal flooding your body at the dynamic between both men. You watch them in awe, like your very own porn starring your two favorite men. It’s indescribably hot to see you Joel so unraveled, his teeth clenched in a feral snarl as he continues. And to see Javier so blissed out beneath him.
“Show me,” Joel’s plea sends a tingly thrill down your spine. You remove your hand from between your legs to show off the tips of your fingers, glistening from tracing your slick folds. The way both men are glued to your display gives you a different thrill, something powerful and bright that starts in your chest and flows through your body. “Show me everything, baby,” his gruff voice is irrefutable.
You slip the shorts off, spreading your legs wide and parting yourself boldly to give your men their own private show. You trace your fingers from your entrance to your clit, drawing circles and seeking relief from the pulsing need that has you already feeling precariously close to the edge.
Joel’s breath comes in harsh pants now, body slick with sweat. The desk rattles beneath them as he drives into Javier, losing himself in the rhythm, the heat, the friction, and in the sounds Javier makes–those desperate moans, ragged breaths, the way he was trembling beneath Joel, taking it all.
And all the while, Joel’s gaze flicks back to you, watching the way your breath quickens, the way you touch yourself more urgently. Like a live wire had been lit between the three of you, charging the room with an intensity Joel had never felt before.
You’re spread out in front of both of them, a vision he’ll never forget. You freely let out soft whimpers and sweet whines that drive him wild. It all surges through Joel like a fever, threatening to consume him and driving him harder into Javier, who lets out a strangled moan.
“Fuck, I’m so close,” you sound frustrated. “You have no idea how fucking hot you are like this–shit.” You watch them with rapt attention, your hand moving quickly between your legs as you touch yourself. Joel can hear the soft, slick sounds of your fingers working and can see the way your body shivers with the same need that builds inside both men.
Your soft moans fill the room, blending with Javier’s broken gasps and Joel’s deep, gruff groans, creating a symphony of debased pleasure.
“Let’s see,” Joel encourages you in a hoarse voice. You can feel all of the need radiating from both men, it’s salacious and empowering. Joel’s gaze stays on you as he pounds into Javier, watching as you arch your back slightly, fingers working faster. Your parted lips and breathless noises make Joel’s pulse pike.
“I’m gonna come,” You can’t stop drawing out deep and bright waves of pleasure as your eyes dance in a flurry between Joel and Javier, taking in every detail. You can vaguely hear Joel’s praise as you work through the sensations. Panting shallowly, you’re fixed back on them as you start to relax.
Joel’s cock throbs inside Javier as he watches you, and for a brief moment, his rhythm falters, overwhelmed by how much it was turning him on to see you like this, to know you were getting off watching him like this.
Having caught on to Joel’s shift in focus, Javier lets out a choppy laugh. His own voice cracks with need. “She likes watching you fuck me,” he says, his words slurred with pleasure. “Look at her,” he begs in earnest.
“Shut up,” Joel grits out.
But Javier only laughs again, his voice still jagged. “Can’t blame her,” he continues, testing Joel’s patience. “Told you already, that sexy angry look you get–”
Joel doesn’t let him finish. He slams forward, thrusting into him deep and hard. Cutting Javier’s words off with a loud, choked moan. “Talk too fuckin’ much,” Joel spits out roughly as he leans over, his chest pressing against Javier’s back.
Joel catches the telltale hitch in Javier’s breath, the sharp, desperate moan that slipped from his lips as his need builds, coiling tight in his gut. He slides a hand over the curve of Javier’s ass, snaking around his hip, tracing over the curls at the base of his cock, and finally wrapping his fingers around his length.
Javier’s entire body jolts, clenching tightly around Joel at the contact. Joel strokes Javier’s cock firmly, matching the rhythm of his own thrusting. He revels in the delicious sensation of Javier tensing beneath him, and his breath catches in his throat.
The display of dominance and ego keeps you enthralled. Skin ablaze as you can barely keep up with the intensity of the two of them. You sink two fingers into your throbbing cunt, aching to feel filled and as wrecked as Javier seems.
Javier’s body clenches tightly around Joel as he watches you come in front of them, for them, but Joel isn’t about to stop. “You,” Joel growls as he pulls Javier’s head back just enough to hear him better. “You’re next.”
“Just–fuck,” Javier groans, hips pushing back to meet every thrust, practically vibrating under Joel, the usual cockiness faltering and replaced with something more intimate. “Don’t stop.”
Grinning through clenched teeth, leaning forward, breath hot against Javier’s ear, Joel’s voice is velvety smooth, “I know.”
“You gonna come for me?” Joel asks, his fist tightening as he jerks Javier’s cock, his other hand holding him steady by the hips.
“Please,” you add, desperate to see them fall apart.
“You–” Javier’s head drops forward, his voice a ragged gasp. He can’t finish the sentence as Joel slams forward, his hand moving faster and harder as he feels Javier’s cock pulsing in his grip.
“Come on,” Joel taunts now, rough and demanding. “Do as you’re told for once, Javier, come for me.”
And with a sharp gasp and cry, Javier’s body tenses, his cock jerking in Joel’s hand as he comes. The sheer intensity of his release is all too much.
Javier slumps forward, panting and spent, Joel’s gaze shoots back to you. The sight of you–the way you are losing yourself in watching them–makes Joel’s entire body light up with a new intensity.
You let out another soft groan, your gaze locked on Joel’s as you touch yourself, your fingers glossy with slick arousal. “Fuck, Joel,” you whisper. “Please.”
His body reacts immediately to the sound of your voice, the sight of you so undone, and he knows he’s close. He can feel the way his cock throbs inside of Javier, the heat of his release building in his gut, tightening with every rough movement. But this. Having you here, watching pushes him to the edge in a way he hadn’t anticipated.
Hips stuttering, Joel’s orgasm tears through him. Groaning deep within his chest, his body jerks forward as he comes inside of Javier. His fingers dig so hard into Javier’s hips that he knows he’s going to leave bruises.
Javier shudders beneath him, panting, body spent, but still bracing himself against the desk as Joel rides out the last of his release, breath coming in harsh, uneven pants. He looks at you, and a grin spreads on his face. The wrung-out expression really does it for you.
Your eyes are half-lidded, face hot with arousal, fingers desperately reaching for the sensitive spot inside your cunt that Joel reaches with ease. Both men’s dark eyes rake over your body, spurring you on. Writhing under your own hands and their heady expressions.
“Goddamn,” Javier breathes raggedly, but his tone is laced with admiration as he watches you. It makes you glow. “So pretty like that.” You moan louder, body arching as you ride the edge of your release.
“Such a good girl,” Joel says. “Come for us.”
With a shattered breath, you come–moans filling the room as your core contacts in waves. Until you’re cursing and panting softly. Letting the praise flowing from Joel and Javier wash over you. You giggle softly, acknowledging you feel more cockdrunk than the two of them look despite only watching.
You feel a warmth settling between the three of you.
It makes your limbs feel loose and floaty as you smile lazily, watching both men tuck their softening cocks back into their jeans. You swell with pride. For your own luck, snagging two incredibly gorgeous men. And for successfully executing your plan.
You know there’s more work to do. You catch the awkward pauses and shuffling, but you can only allow your heart to swell as Joel helps you to your feet as if your legs stopped working. A deep-seated contentment unfurls in your chest when his arms wrap around you. And when he releases you, watching as you pull Javier towards you, you remain hopeful.
You’ve got more in mind for your two Texans.
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famous siblings | CL16
charles leclerc x female horan!reader, niall horan x sister!reader
you’re the little sister of 1D member niall horan and when he gets invited to an f1 grand prix, he decides to take his girlfriend amelia and you, his sister where you meet the wonderful and most charming ferrari driver who ends up capturing your heart.
warnings: im pretty sure none worth mentioning
note: there will be a second part to this but still feel free to give feedback and express your thoughts!!!
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July 9th, 2023
y/nhoran_ posted on their story
caption: having a famous big bro has its perks 😎 @niallhoran @lewishamilton
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niallhoran posted on instagram
y/nhoran_, mercedesamgf1, lewishamilton, johnlegend, kellyclarkson & others liked
Had a great time at Silverstone this past weekend. Thanks Mercedes for hosting us! 🖤
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niallfan: omg not niall being at an f1 race
f1fan: the 1d x f1 girlies are not doing well after this
niallerforlife: give me a moment to freak out brb
fan23: did anyone see y/n’s story? they met lewis
fan12: i love that amelia and y/n both got to go with him
mercedesamgf1: it was a pleasure having you and your loved ones in the paddock 🖤
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y/nhoran_ posted on instagram
niallhoran, ameliawoolleyx, mercedesamgf1, niallfan, charles_leclerc, gemmastyles & others liked
Had a great weekend with great people 🫶 (except you Nialler🙄)
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ameliawoolleyx: Love you sis 😘
╰ y/nhoran_: ❤️
fan1: the sisterly love between y/n and amelia i love
niallhoran: I’m the only reason you got to come but okay..🙄
╰ y/nhoran_: Okay but who got a second invite..? Thats what I thought😎
╰ fan23: wait what 👀
horan_niall: the horan siblings back at it again with their iconic bickering
f1fan: anyone else see charles in the likes ?? and he follows all 3 of them ?? but they got invited by mercedes ?? confused
╰ fan22: ooooh ok charles we see you..
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July 20th, 2023
y/nhoran_ posted on their story
caption: another day, another plane selfie 😎
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July 24th, 2023
y/nhoran_ posted on instagram
ameliawoolleyx, gemmastyles, niallhoran, kellyclarkson, charles_leclerc & others liked
A weekend in Paris. Proud of what you’re achieving big bro 🫂
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niallhoran: Happy you could be here sis!
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niallerfan: I love these two sm
f1fan21: f1 fans; are we still seeing charles in the likes
╰ f1fan2: yes we still see him..👀
niallfan: favourite siblings next to gemma and harry !!!
gemmastyles: missing you girly 💛
╰ y/nhoran_: not as much as im missing you 🥹
╰ horanfan: their friendship even after all these years
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dm between charles and y/n
charles_leclerc: you know whats close to paris?
charles_leclerc: monaco..😏
y/nhoran_: oh really? and why exactly would i go to monaco? 😏
charles_leclerc: i’m sure i could come up with a few reasons, one of them being me
y/nhoran_: ferrari boy are you asking me on a date to monaco?
charles_leclerc: if you’ll say yes, then yes i am.
y/nhoran_: i’m sure i could see what i could do about getting to monaco..
y/nhoran_: wait aren’t you racing?
charles_leclerc: we have one more race and then we great a break 😊
y/nhoran_: okay well how about you text me when you’re back in monaco and we’ll arrange this date 😊
y/nhoran_: heres my number: xxx-xxx-xx11
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y/nhoran_: oh and good luck at the next race! 🙃
charles_leclerc: thanks 😊
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July 30th, 2023
charles_leclerc posted on instagram
pierregasly, scurderiaferrari, f1, oscarpiastri, y/nhoran_ & others liked
What a great race, happy to be back on the podium! 🏆
Now its time to recharge and see you in a few weeks. ❤️
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f1fan: good job charles !!!!
charlesleclerclover_: SO PROUD
f1fan23: GOOD JOB !!!
scuderiaferrari: ❤️
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niallfan12: anyone notice y/n now in his likes ???
╰ f1fan21: hmmm..somethings cooking
╰ niallfan15: f1 fans x 1D fandom…look out
August 3rd, 2023
y/nhoran_ posted on their story
caption: Travel fit! ✈️❤️
╰ charles_leclerc: Cant wait to see you😊
╰ niallhoran: safe travels ✌🏻
You boarded the plane to Monaco, being sure to text Niall your plane information and to text Charles letting you know you were on the plane. Shortly after the flight attendant instructed everyone to turn off their phones.
Before you turned off yours, you caught Charles’ text back,
Ferrari Boy🏎️ : See you soon☺️
You smiled at it before turning your phone off. You still couldn’t believe you and Charles were actually going on a date. Obviously when you first back at Silverstone, there was light flirting but you just had one of those personalities which you seemed to have in common with the driver.
He asked for your instagram and you happily gave it to him, following him back and then you parted ways. He once and awhile popped up in your likes but you didn’t think anything of it until you found out that he had also followed your brother and Amelia back when he followed you and then when he finally slid in your DMs, you knew this went beyond mindless flirting.
You smiled at the thought of him and possibly something coming from this. With that you placed your headphones on your ears and decided to try and get some sleep before you landed and you’d be immersed into the busy life that was Monaco.
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August 4th, 2023
y/nhoran_ posted on instagram
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🖤❤️
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gemmastyles: I expect details in my dm’s tomorrow morning, no later
╰ y/nhoran_: Yes ma’am 🫡
╰ gemmastyles: 😘
niallfan22: Y/N YOU LOOK STUNNING (as always!)
niallfan12: anyone wondering why she’s all dressed up??? could it be for a date??
╰ f1fan21: WITH OUR BELOVED FERRARI BOY, POSSIBLY?
╰ niallfan13: y’all are so delulu, i love it
ameliawoolleyx: Gorgeous girl ❤️
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August 5th, 2023
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new blurry photo of charles spotted out in monaco last night with a new girl🧐
who could she be? possibly a new wag or is it too early for that status?
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f1fan26: how do we know thats charles??
╰ f1updates_: the source that sent it in confirmed that was his car near them
f1fan22: hmmmm…
f1fan21: i think i know who this is…😏
╰ niallfan12: miss y/n horan you were spotted…😏
f1fan16: the f1 fans are delulu, no way thats y/n horan
f1fan4: i want it to be y/n horan cause she’s cool and charles’ type but it probably isn’t her
niallfan18: if it is y/n we should definitely give them their privacy, she’s never had any dating rumours surrounding her before
╰ niallfan17: agreed !!!
╰ f1fan91: and for charles too..they both deserve their privacy
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August 5th, 2023
y/nhoran_ posted a series of stories on instagram
caption: about last night..😜🥰
caption: out exploring 🌞
caption: im moving here and buying my own yacht 🛥️
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August 6th, 2023
charles_leclerc posted on their story
caption: I think she likes my car more than me..
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August 7th, 2023
y/nhoran_ posted on instagram
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I love the art in Monaco..🥹
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f1fan: SO SHE IS WITH CHARLES
niallfan22: Y/N YOURE GIVING US BREADCRUMBS
charles_leclerc: anything else you love in monaco? ;)
╰ y/nhoran_ : I can name a few other things..
╰ niallfan12: ARE THEY FLIRTING ON INSTAGRAM
f1fan12: ARE WE IN THE SOFT LAUNCH ERA OR HARD LAUNCH ERA? THE PEOPLE NEED TO KNOW
niallfan16: can anyone check in with niall and how he feels about all of this
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texts between niall and y/n
niall: so hows monaco? anything i should know?
y/n: monaco’s great
niall: you didn’t answer my other question
y/n: how are you? how are the festivals?
niall: stop avoiding the question
y/n: okay fine what do you want to know
niall: whats going on with you and charles ?
y/n: at the moment? we’re on his boat
niall: i didnt mean right in this moment🙄
niall: i mean overall
y/n: i dont know what we are
y/n: we’re just taking it easy
y/n: he invited me to monza which is a big deal to him and the f1 community in general
niall: you should go
y/n: wait youre supporting that?
niall: yeah, if its a big deal for him and he invited you then you should go
y/n: wow, im just surprised youre being so chill
niall: dont push it
niall: you’re still my little sister but i trust you
niall: tell him if he does anything though..i wont be so chill
y/n: understood overprotective brother niall 🫡
y/n: okay im getting back to my date
niall: have fun
y/n: oh we will..
niall: NOPE NOPE NOPE LALALALALALALA I CANT HEAR YOU
y/n: youre such a child for a grown man..😒
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August 8th, 2023
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new photos of charles and a girl that people are believing to be y/n horan, sister to one direction member, niall horan. it seems as if y/n has been in monaco for some time visiting and judging by their socials, they’ve been spending a lot of time with eachother. what does this mean for them? how long has this been going on? so many questions..
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f1fan12: OH MY
f1fan7: THIS HAS TO BE Y/N
niallfan16: UGH THEYRE ACTUALLY CUTE TOGETHER IF IT IS Y/N
niallfan18: i so badly just want a hard launch post
f1fan27: I NEED A CHARLES AND NIALL INTERACTION
╰ niallfan4: YOU AND ME BOTH
August 8th, 2023
f1wags posted on instagram
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Possible New WAG Update:
Lately theres been photos taken of Charles Leclerc and Y/N Horan that shows the two are definitely more than just friends. Neither have yet to confirm or deny the dating rumours starting to surface but if they are dating, we thought we’d make a post for Y/N for the fans that don’t know who she is already incase she is our newest WAG.
Y/N Horan, younger sister to One Direction member, Niall Horan. Y/N is 24 years old. She attended the University of Galway for a Bachelor of Arts Undergrad, specifically in Digital Arts and Technology. Since graduating, she sometimes models and will do ads for high end brands. Judging from her social media, she enjoys traveling, attending her brothers concerts and spending time with her close circle of friends which include other 1D member, Harry Styles’ sister, Gemma Styles. From what we gathered she primarily resides in London but does frequently go home to Ireland to visit family.
In regards to her and Charles, we don’t have much, other than the few photos taken of them recently. We're guessing they met when Y/N joined Niall in attending the Silverstone Grand Prix back in July which means the two technically have known each other for about a month. We’re not sure how much of that time have been as friends or more than friends. For now thats all we got but if we find out anymore we’ll be sure to keep the account updated.
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August 9th, 2023
y/nhoran_ posted on their story
caption: ❤️
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It was time for you to get back to London, you had a photoshoot with Ralph Lauren coming up and Charles was planning on spending time with family before he had to get back to racing.
The last few days had been amazing. You got to see so much and really got to know Charles. You could feel yourself falling for him, he made it so easy but you didn’t want to rush anything so you decided not to bring it up, wanting to enjoy your time together before you left.
Currently the two of you were cuddled up in his bed, he had insisted you stay with him instead of getting a hotel which you ended up really enjoying. He was playing with your hair while you had your head on his chest
“I had a really great time here” you told him lifting your head up and looking at him, as he stopped playing with your hair with your movement
“I’m really glad you came and let me show you around” he smiled, you could see it in his eyes, he was being genuine.
“Next time you’re free you need to let me show you around Ireland to return the favour” you suggested. He had shown you his home, you wanted to show him yours.
“I’d love that. I’ve never been to Ireland before” he told you, his smile never leaving his face
“We should probably go to sleep, so I actually wake up in the morning for my flight” you suggested even though you would’ve rather stayed up and talked with Charles
“I know” he agreed, the sadness lingering in his words, just like you he would’ve preferred to stay up and chat all night.
The two of you, got situated in bed, you enjoyed getting to spoon, you’d switch between who was the big spoon and who was the little, which at first surprised you because you would’ve thought Charles always liked being the bigger spoon but there were times when he just wanted to be held which of course just added to why he made falling for him an easy task.
Tonight you were the little spoon which you both enjoyed. You laid on your side, your back against Charles’ chest while his arm held you against him and his other arm stayed free so he could play with your hair.
You fell asleep before he did and he just laid there watching you sleep peacefully. He hadn’t felt this comfortable around someone in awhile and he didn’t ever want to be apart from you.
He was falling for you and unknowingly to him you were falling just as hard. This brought forth one question and that was; who was going to take the first step and be the one to tell the other about their blossoming feelings?
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TO BE CONTINUED !!!
im so happy with how this turned out! please feel free to leave comments and thoughts! if you want to be added to my taglist there's a link on my account!! anyways enjoy 😋
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☆ the wrong way to hard launch (16) | OP81
summary : oscar's girlfriend is a walking pr problem for literally everyone (including herself) social media au
pairing : oscar piastri x zhou!fem!singer!oc
a/n the isms of a long-distance, working couple i'm back!!! this was supposed to be published in july my bad y'all i got busy :)
masterlist | last part | part 16 | next part
INSTAGRAM
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selinabui happy birthday to the best cousin i could've asked for. thanks for being some racing-obsessed weirdo, for playing video games with me across the world and most of all for once punching some guy in the face for me. love from: the more talented, overall better, most adorable cousin you could've asked for <3 (you'll always be the coolest older brother!) tagged: zhouguanyu24
zhouguanyu24 Being nice to me 🤨 ↳ selinabui @.zhouguanyu24 just respecting the elderly
linasgirl4 THEEEEE best cousin duo
emptybottlos they're very dear to me actually
MESSAGES
from the phone of oscar piastri
TWITTER
piaa⁸¹ @papayaeightyone · 8h IT'S RACE WEEEEEEEEEEK ↳ piaa⁸¹ @papayaeightyone · 8h 2024 CANADIAN GP FIRST OSCAR WIN MANIFESTING MANIFESTINGGGGGGGG
liv is SEEING EB LIVE!! @olivielina · 4h berlin empty bottles fans, did lina sound stuffy live? in the videos i've seen she looks sick ↳ kayla @luna_apocolypse · 3h heard from oomf that cami said lina had a bit of a cold :(
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chrisyamada 🎵 | Chris Yamada · Pins and Needles (ft. Selina Bui from Empty Bottles)
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chrisyamada Surprise drop? @.selinabui and I are pleased to present, to our humble fans, a little collab we recorded back in April. Without further ado, enjoy 'Pins and Needles' tagged: selinabui
selinabui fyi the electric guitar solo is ME bc as if he could ever shred that cool ↳ chrisyamada @.selinabui i totally could
linasgirl4 yall... what in tarnation why have you been sitting on this for 2 months 😭😭😭
lukaszhang ok but when's the mv dropping 🤨 ↳ moonbeamlina @lukaszhang there's... there's a music video 🥹
ceciliapham omfg it sounds so good oooohh it's a slow song ahhh her voice is angelic fr June 7
selinabui Paris, France
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selinabui "are you happy to be in paris?" OUI!
pastry81 close enough, welcome back oscalina!!! ↳ selinabui @.pastry81 oscar pastryyyy 🥺
tina_kim SO NOT OVER PINS AND NEEDLES I'M STARVED FOR NEW MUSIC
oscarpiastri hey there ↳ selinabui @.oscarpiastri oh hi 🥰
aidan_ebass Never ever going to watch a show with you again. Please learn to shut up 🫶 June 9
TWITTER
kay ♡ @ blackcatluna · 1h it genuinely feels like there's an EB show every second night, do these people even sleep 😭😭😭
president linami @.linaminami · 43m is it just me or is the european leg really really busy? ↳ president linami @.linaminami · 42m the band barely has any time to breathe because they keep hoping to countries with like a day or two leeway ↳ president linami @.linaminami · 42m berlin to paris had a four day gap which is one of the longest gap between shows
kayla @luna_apocolypse · 1h tbh it's not super surprising that lina got sick; it's still cold in the northern parts and she wears mini dresses and short skirts for two hours in the evening; plus she's probably exhausted and burning out
lina bui x2 grammy winner @urdaisea · 12m three back to back paris shows... i'm a little worried for lina's health
MESSAGES
from the phone of selina bui
TWITTER
pookie piastri @.op81ln4 · 9h got blessed with cat energy oscar video from mclaren thank you lord 🙏
lina !!! @EB_selina · 4h can i physically afford to watch this race; send advice (i'm sick lmao) ↳ Aidan Park @EB_Aidan · 4h Selina, you have a 40 degree fever get off your phone ↳ lina !!! @EB_selina · 4h wdym... i'm not on my phone 🥸 ↳ Oscar Piastri @.OscarPiastri · 1h Hey... what did you mean by 40 degree fever 🤨
piaa⁸¹ @.papayaeightyone · 12m uh wtf happened to charles??? ↳ lanaaaaa @.sharlleglrg · 8m that's the monaco curse oversleeping
MESSAGES
from the phone of selina bui
INSTAGRAM
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selinabui_news 📱Screencaps of Lina from the Empty Bottles instagram live. Get well soon baby 🥺 tagged: selinabui
piastri_lina how does she still look better than me on the brink of death????
amelia_belrose i hope she feels better soon :( but did you see her face when kas panned the camera over 😭 i thought i was about to witness a murder
marie_h.sb she's been going on stage every night like that 😧 June 11
TWITTER
TMD Tour News @EB-TMDTour · 56m Lina was talking to a fan during the encore, asked for his name and got flustered when he said "Oscar" #TMDWorldTour ↳ piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 32m help i think she broke why did it take her 15 seconds to say something 😭😭😭 ↳ president linami @ linaminami · 49m actually wheezing at kas' face, he seriously can't believe she's that down bad oml
oscalina real ?! @emptyginbottles · 40m i'm eating gooooooood tonight
pookie piastri @.op81ln4 · 23m somewhere on earth oscar piastri is kicking his legs and giggling at that clip of his gf's brain shutting down at the mention of his name
camilina gfs fr @ drummergf · 11m this is unironically the antithesis of that sabrina moment with a fan named joshua like 😭 similar reaction of disbelief and surprise but the context could not be more different
MESSAGES
from the phone of oscar piastri
TWITTER
lina !!! @EB_selina · 4h this is actually really mortifying and i'd appreciate if we all collectively wiped it from memory ↳ Oscar Piastri @.OscarPiastri · 3h It's actually my new ringtone for you ↳ lina !!! @EB_selina · 3h count ur lucky stars we're not in the same country right now
cami yang @EB_Cami · 38m what if i said i'm also feeling a little messy 🤔
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taglist @ririyulife @ashy-kit @fionaschicken @namgification @cherry-piee @urfavsgf @eiaaasamantha @sp1rl @destinyg237 @iloveyou3000morgan
#f1#oscar piastri#oscar piastri x oc#oscar piastri x reader#oscar piastri fanfic#oscar piastri imagine#oscar piastri smau#formula 1 fanfic#formula 1 smau#f1 fic#f1 smau#f1 imagine#f1 social media au
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Day 8: Masturbation
Warnings: Smut, masturbation (m + f), fingering (f receiving), if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!
Kinktober
After trying so hard with the relationship you finally gave up, ending it with him, you just couldn't take the arguing and the distance and the this and the that, it was just all too much for you and you couldn't do it anymore.
Axl still loved you, anyone he loved, he loved hard and he couldn't let it go, so he let you stay with him. He'd leave money around for you to find, hoping you'd just take it and not question him on it or something, he'd bring you gifts by just leaving them on your pillow or somewhere else in your room for you to find.
He'd never give you anything himself, both because he didn't want to come off as needy or clingy but also because he couldn't risk you rejecting it.
Axl loved you, and while he loved giving you gifts he just needed you sometimes. Bad.
It was late, you were at work and Axl was alone in bed, alone... His mind was wandering and soon so was his hand.
He reached for his nightstand, pulling out the drawer and taking the lotion and pictures of you he save out. He pumped some of the lotion onto his hand, his boxers long tossed aside, and started stroking his half hard cock.
With his other hand he looked through the pictures of you he'd kept, most weren't sexual, there was the odd one or two, most were just pictures of you he had.
He didn't want to get over you, you were so pretty, your personality was everything he could want and more and he just had to go and fuck it up.
His hand moved faster as he stared at that picture of you standing in front of the Eiffel tower. You wore a flowy dress with a slit in the leg, puffy sleeves and a sunhat, large glasses and that smile he couldn't get enough of.
You didn't want to take the picture, Paris was so over romanticized and people were staring, mostly at Axl, but he thought you looked so perfect, he needed to capture the moment and the wind added to the moment in the best way.
"Axl..?" You muttered from the door, yanking Axl from his thoughts just as he was about to cum, his body hot, chest heaving and his head rolled back.
His eyes widened as he saw you standing in the doorway of his room, eyes filled with tears as you stared at him in his hand.
You quickly made your way across the room and over his lap, not before getting out of your work pants and underwear, lips crashing down on his.
Axl's arms wrapped around you, holding you close and kissing you deeply. Despite everything in his being telling him to keep going he had to pull away, make sure you were ok. "What-what happened..?" He asked through laboured breaths.
"I-I just had... a really, really bad day... do this for me." Your hand went down to your already wet cunt, rubbing your clit in loose circles.
You tried to lean back into the kiss but Axl held you back. "I wanna watch." That sentence alone got you hotter than any of the other assholes you'd seen had managed to make you.
Axl's hand went back to himself, watching your hips twitch and buck into your hand, slim fingers working fast as your eyes flickered over him, his chest rising and falling, dark eyes staring intently. He couldn't get enough of you like this.
"Slow down." He purred, holding off on his own high. "You and I both know you don't like that." You slowed your movements, moaning out at the sensations it creating deep within you.
Why did he have to know you so well?
He kept giving you instructions, it was all laced in love but edged with degrading terms and a tone of mockery. "This is your own fucking body, why are you so shit at doing this?" He grumbled.
You huffed, tears rolling down your eyes. All you wanted was him at this point, your hand was never gonna be enough, not when he was right here with you. "Then you do it!" You whined, moving off his lap and folding your arms over your chest, sniffling softly.
Axl stared at you a moment, hand stopping on his length.
He snaked an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to his side, hand going down to rub your clit. He leaned down to you, lips caressing the shell of your ear. "Just relax, let me do it."
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