#fabio quartararo smut

[carboysandbikemen]

can you write something about how easily the drivers get jealous, maybe because they saw you talking to another driver and flirting with them. but they won't say anything until you get home and show you who you belong to

please I'm desperate and love jealously-sex 🙏

This made us so insane we did it in two parts because we got so caught up in dom drivers getting jel (-🐝) and ALSO sub drivers getting jel about you flirting with other people (-🐻).

Part 1- Dom Drivers (see below for sub drivers)

Lewis- You'd be able to tell Lewis was jealous as soon as you made eye contact with him, his eyebrow raised as if to say 'Are you really doing this right now?' It's a bit of a game to you and it's fun to push him a little but not too far. Just enough to make him want to push you to your knees and make you choke on his cock until you cant help but cry, telling you how well you take it and how good you look on your knees for him. He wouldn't really expect you to tell him how good he is, he just needs to prove it to you while occasionally telling you that you were made to take his cock and no one else would satisfy you like he can.

George- George would look over at you, jaw clenched and eyes dark. Oh you'd know he was pissed off with you for sure, but you'd also know he was trying not to let it show, trying not to be that guy- but he just can’t help it. He just gets so pissed off at the thought of anyone touching you but him. Dom George would turn it into a bit of a scene, he'd clear it with you first of course, but then he'd make you kneel and be a good little slut for him. He'd tie you up and then edge you until tears are slipping down your cheeks, bringing you to the edge and back and making you repeat over and over that you don't need anyone but him until you can barely form a sentence. Only then will he finally let you come. Afterwards as you're snuggled up against him and he's giving you aftercare, you'd reassure him that he really has nothing to worry about and he'd smirk, cockily, and say: "Oh, I know that."

Charles- Charles wouldn't make a scene in the moment, he'd act like it doesn't bother him at all, like he's the most comfortable secure man in the room. Then, later when you're alone he'd play with you and fuck you until you come, then go again and again, overstimulating you to prove a point. Telling you while he does that no one can make you come like he can because no one knows your body this well, no one can take care of you like he can. You don't have to reassure him, he doesn't make you say it, but he needs you to hear it.

Fernando- Fernando, however, would not wait. He'd drag you into the nearest closet or bathroom or anything vaguely private and fuck you until you're almost crying, making you tell him how much you want him, how much you need him, how much better he is than anyone else you've ever been with. Everything he'd do to you he'd get you to tell him that he's the only one that gets you off like he can. He'd play with you and make you come on his cock, not caring about how much noise you make and who might hear, as long as you know (and tell him) who it is that can really make you scream. He'd also make you walk back out into whatever party you're at with his come dripping out of you into your underwear and not let you clean it up until later as a reminder.

Daniel- Unlike the rest of the time (when you can't shut him up) Daniel wouldn't want you to reassure him, he wouldn't make you tell him how good he is or feel the need to tell you how he's the only one he can make you come. Instead, he would just pull you into the bedroom as soon as he can, and absolutely fuck the shit out of you. It's the most intense sex you guys have and he would absolutely give you love bites along your collar bone so everyone can see you're his.

Sebastian- "You know he can't fuck you like I can right?" Unlike the others, Seb is really very secure as a person and in your relationship. He is, however, a cheeky fucker who will absolutely have fun with it He will pretend to be annoyed, but you can tell it's all a game to him and he loves it. It would be the most fun sex you'd ever have.

Extras:

Mark Webber: Mark would pin you to the bed and fuck you harder than he's ever fucked you in his life. He'd bite your shoulder and rail you while telling you "You're mine."

Carlos- Dd/lg vibes for days. That is all.

Part 2- Sub Drivers

Lewis- Let's be real, Lewis is really needy. Lewis loves the praise and the attention and knowing how obsessed you are with him. If he sees you even laugh with someone else he's frowning and you can't wait to push him gently into the sheets and reassure him. Call him your babygirl and tell him that you don't need anything but him laid out for you to play with and you've got him back again. Still, you cant help but continue with it, teasing him and kissing his body, worshipping him and edging him until he's desperate and ready all for you.

Charles- If he saw you flirting with someone else he would get a bit pouty and baby about it. You can tell he's upset by how he gets a little bit quiet. You'd try get out of him what’s wrong, and he'd try to insist that it's nothing, really it’s nothing at all. He'd be quite needy but still wouldn't tell you. You'd have to fuck him first, get him all needy and desperate for you before you get it out of him. Then, obviously you'd need to reassure him with lots of affection and touch and praise.

Twink!Nando- Nando is absolutely insulted that you'd even think to possibly flirt with anyone but him when he's right there ready to receive your attention. He'd grab your hand or come in a bit closer to you in the moment but when you're home he'd avoid you, brushing you off as punishment for your audacity. You'd have to win him over with praise and cooking etc, or take the easier route and pin him to the wall and kiss him until he's whining into your mouth, putting your knee between his thighs so you can feel him break and start to grind against you. He'd still be a bit bratty, so you'd have to fuck him well and good until he's chanting your name.

Twink!Seb- Honestly, the audacity that you would even think to fuck someone else, especially especially when you didn't also invite them along for a threesome, god. You'd let him have his fun pretending to be upset, letting him prove a point to you by letting him ride you and take what he wants, before flipping him and railing that boy until he's crying and sobbing into you as you praise him. He needs a lot of praise. He loves hearing how well he's doing and how good he's being for you and you can't help but slip in how you don't need anyone else when you have all of this, but really Seb knows that anyways.

Fabio- Fab would get really whiny and touchy, closing whatever gap there was between you so that he's crowded up into your space. He’d be all pouty and look at you with those big brown eyes and you'd just know that you need to look after him because he’s absolutely not discreet about the fact that he needs your attention right this second. Once you get him home, it's all about praise, praise, and more praise as you fuck him into the bed. He’s your good boy, and there’s nobody else for you. There would be lots of cuddles afterwards, obviously very important for him.

Nico Rosberg- Nico is such a little attention whore baby, so obviously he'd be so upset and jealous. He'd be such a little brat to cover it up though because he can't let you know he's upset about it. Simply couldn't possibly admit that to you. You'd have to rail that boy so hard and so well, preferably while edging him until he cries for you, until he understands that it means nothing. You wouldn't have to verbally reassure him, just fuck him and hold him close to you, but it also wouldn't help to throw some praise at him. Needy baby energy. Lots of physical touch.

[fastandfictionalmen]

Is it casual now? (Fabio Quartararo fic)

Word count: 2.3k Fandom / characters / setting: motogp , Fabio Quartararo , Y/N Request: yes (private request. Theme: “Is it casual now” & a car smut scene) Pairing: Fabio Quartararo x Y/N Rating: Mature Genre / trope: smut, one shot Description: Fabio and Y/N define their relationship after having a steamy episode in the car.

We were on a drive back to Barcelona from Montmelo. Was I supposed to stop here? No. I barely knew where we even were, I knew what Google Maps was telling me on the phone and when I pulled over, I decided that this decision will just have to be one of the “say a prayer and hope for the best” ones. And I was most definitely not a “say a prayer and hope for the best” girl. I was a planning girl. A girl who didn’t do wild things. A girl who had schedules and timelines and checklists. But ever since first meeting Fabio, I had been dipping my toe into this other end of the spectrum. And that’s how I found myself here - turning the key and switching off the headlights of the car on a side road in a forest in pitch-black while my boyfriend…well, not boyfriend…situationship…lover ...we never defined it…had his hand in my panties. Me from a year ago would not recognise me now.

Fabio was charged after the test session today and also a bit tired, which is why I was behind the wheel of the rented BMW. In hindsight, maybe the wrong choice—because he got handsy as soon as we sat in the car. At first, I told myself—and him—to calm down. His hand on my thigh as I left the parking lot seemed innocent enough. Flirty, but nothing too much. But by the time we reached the first roundabout, his hand started drifting into X-rated territory. We were passing through the streets of Montmelo, with Google telling me to take a right turn in 200 meters, when his hand slipped beneath my skirt. He didn’t say a thing, just smirked as his fingers hooked into my panties, making me twitch.

“Fabio, god, please. I need to focus if we don’t want to cause an accident. We’ll be in the hotel soon, and then we can have fun,” I said playfully. His excitement and charged energy in the passenger seat was infectious.

“I know,” he replied, smiling, “but I want to do this now.” He emphasized his words by pulling on my panties hard.

“Fabio! I swear, if you continue this, I’ll run us off the road…and then we’ll never get back to the hotel.”

He laughed at my obvious mix of exasperation and playfulness. “Well then, I guess you focus on the road and let me focus on you.”

“I don’t think that’s how it goes—it’s hard to focus on anything when your hands are all over me.”

“Oh really? So you can only think of me now, huh?” His grin widened as his fingers moved more beneath my skirt. “How about now?”

I gasped as he found the sensitive spot he knew all too well. “Fabio,” I managed to breathe out, “someone could see us.”

We stopped at a red light, and I turned to him. His face was a mix of excitement and desire, and he was sporting a huge grin. He knew exactly what he was doing to me and he was far from done.

“How about you find us a side road?” he suggested with a smirk.

“I barely know where we are. I’m not sure how to…” I started, laughing at the absurdity of the situation. I’d never seen this side of him before—so playful, so touchy. This was new, but it was doing something to me. We hadn’t been seeing each other for long, and it had always been casual, fun, and hot. But tonight, he was hotter for me than ever, and it was intoxicating. 

“And what if someone sees us? …Sees you? It’s not like we’re somewhere where no one’s heard of racing,” I countered, my cautious mind in overdrive.

“They won't. Just drive towards the forest there—we’ll find something. And remember—focus on driving,” he finished with a smirk, his fingers continuing their teasing as the light turned green.

Thank god no one was behind us. I stepped on the gas, making the fun decision for once. I turned towards the forest, finding a random road that seemed to lead deeper into the darkness. Fabio didn’t stop, whispering provocative things in my ear as his fingers explored. I hit the brakes harder than necessary, barely turning off the car before he slipped a finger inside me.

“Fabio, oh god…”

“See? It wasn’t that hard,” he grinned.

“What are you doing to me? Are we really about to do this?”

“Oh, we’re definitely about to do something,” he teased back.

“Fuck it,” I laughed. “I brought us here, so might as well. But I swear, Fabio, if someone sees us, after I die from embarrassment, I’m coming back to haunt you.”

“They won’t,” he said slowly, “and besides…you’ll be quick.”

“Me, huh?” My voice was barely a breath as his fingers continued moving between my legs.

“Oh yes,” he replied, his tone low and deliberate, “you.”

He shifted, unclipping my seatbelt. His own was already off as he motioned for me to come over to his lap in the passenger seat. He had already pushed his seat back and he grabbed my waist, helping me straddle him and move over the center console.

I looked directly into his eyes and burst out laughing. “Fabio…I’ve never done this. I have no clue…and we don’t have condoms.” The rational part of my brain was in overdrive and I couldn't escape the comedy of the situation: my rational half battling it out with me being so attracted to the man below me currently that I was throwing caution to the wind.

“Always the worrier,” he chuckled, “we won’t need them. Not yet. Don’t worry—have some fun. You’re tense, and I want to see you let go.” He smiled at me before kissing me.

I loved kissing him. He always started sweet, slow, his mouth firm and then adding intensity. His hands were low on my back, roaming upwards to my bra and below it. I could feel him in his joggers getting hard underneath me and I started slowly grinding on him while my hands were tangled in his hair.

He pulled out a hand from my shirt and grabbed my ponytail and pulled lightly so my head was tilted back breaking our kiss.

“Not so fast, miss. I want to focus on you now.”

He kissed down my neck, his lips hot and wet against my skin. “I want to see you cum,” he whispered into my ear before kissing me again. “I want to watch you let go.” His words sent a shiver down my spine, his fingers working their magic. It was the hottest thing I had ever heard a man say to me. He knew how to push my buttons and he knew how to push them right.

I started moving on him again, desperate for more, when he bunched up my skirt to my waist. Just touching him wasn’t enough. Feeling him hard against me through his joggers did something to me.

“Oh no…what did I tell you?” He playfully bit my collarbone. “Don’t tease me. I want to see you first.”

“Fabio, please…stop teasing with words and show me some actions,” I teased back. All thoughts of where we were—some random road in a dark forest—had faded into the background. All I could focus on was him beneath me.

“You want actions? Oh, I’ll give you actions,” he joked, his hand slipping into my panties for the second time tonight. He didn’t waste time, his fingers finding that sensitive bundle of nerves, and I gasped, my breath catching.

His kisses grew more intense, as he matched the rhythm of his fingers with my movements. I could barely get out his name between breaths, lost in the sensations he was creating. His finger slipped inside me, and I gasped hard.

“Fabio…oh…don’t stop.”

“Wasn’t gonna. Don’t worry. Now, I want you to let go. Come on…let go,” he urged. He kept up the rhythm, his fingers driving me to the edge. My hands roamed his torso, desperate to feel more of him.

It was too much. I leaned back, my hands gripping his knees for support, and looked at him. He was perfect—his smile, the twinkle in his eyes, promising so much. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, and he wasn’t stopping. His hands picked up speed, pushing me over the edge.

“Fabio…don’t stop. I’m so close, please…don’t stop,” I begged, my voice a whisper.

“Yes…come for me,” he murmured, his words a final push. “I want to see you come. I’ve been thinking about it all day, every time I saw you so tense, so focused on work. I just wanted to see you like this…to see you lose control.”

Fabio continued talking, but I could barely comprehend everything. His fingers, his hand, my movements alongside them, the feeling was getting too much and I was about to come. “Fabio I’m - “, and in that moment he suddenly sped up his fingers a bit more and it threw me off the edge without being able to finish my sentence.

The sensation crashed over me. I kissed him hard, barely breathing, lost in the moment.

“Oh, Fabio…that was…” I had no words.

“I know,” he smiled against my lips, kissing me again. He slowly removed his hand and hugged me close. I breathed in his scent. A crisp shower gel which I didn’t recognise and…just him. I was still slightly trembling, trying to catch my breath, and leaning my whole body on him, while his hands continued to run over my back in slow circles.

“That was…,” I moved to look him in his eyes.

“I know I know,” he smiled against my lips again.

“You’re stunning. That was so hot…all I could think about the entire day was seeing you like this, falling apart on me…because of me.”

I started to move, feeling him rock hard beneath me. “Fabio…how about we switch—now it’s your turn. I should only be fair and pay this back,” I joked, my hands wandering down his perfect abs. I wanted to taste him, to see him come undone because of me.

“Oh no, not now. I can wait. I wanted to see you like this…but me? You can pay it back in the hotel.” His smirk told me he was definitely up for a fun night, despite the long day. “And besides, you said it—we don’t have a condom, and I’m not sure I could contain myself after this,” he added quietly, his voice a bit rough. He looked into my eyes, and I saw a mix of pleasure, want and that typical Fabio twinkle I got so used to recently..

“So come on,” he lightly slapped my ass, “get to it, chauffeur. We still have a 20-minute drive out of this forest.”

“Funny. You know chauffeurs don’t really give you these benefits with their jobs, so I’d change that if you want a happy ending tonight.”

“Nah.” He laughed, helping me back into the driver’s seat. “Let’s get us untangled, my chauffeur with benefits.”

He adjusted himself in the passenger seat, clearly trying to get comfortable despite the obvious strain in his joggers. I tried to smooth out my skirt and buckle myself in.

“Hands above the belt for the ride back now—got it?” I warned him with mock seriousness.

“I would never do anything else. I’m all about safety. I’m a good boy,” he replied, holding his hands up innocently.

“You don’t fool me, Diablo,” I shot back, turning the car on. The windows were fogged up so I rolled them down quickly and blasted the AC to clear them up. We started slowly back down the road and back to Barcelona again.

“Oh, and one more thing…” I said, a mischievous smile playing on my lips. “I never said anything about my hands.”

I reached over and placed my hand on his crotch, I could feel him tense a bit under my hand and his abs shook as he let out a laugh..

“You’re gonna be the death of me. Remind me to never let you go.”

“Really? Never letting me go?” I teased, squeezing him lightly.

“I would be an idiot to do anything to fuck this up.”

“Oh…so we’re a ‘this’ now?” I teased again. “I thought we were just casual.” We initially started this all off very casual and we were having too much fun to put a label on it. I wanted to stay private, and our schedules were messy so we agreed on meet-ups on the down low when we had time, with no big expectations. I was fine with that. I enjoyed my time with him but also enjoyed not stressing it. We would slide into each other's DMs on Instagram when we were traveling and we’d meet up. Sometimes a date. Sometimes a hookup up. Usually both. Keeping it casual was keeping the pressure off from both of us. Like today. I was for the week in Barcelona on a short work abroad vacation to catch a bit of sun when he messaged me that he had a test going on close by and asked if I was down to meet up. So I drove up there, did some work from the motorhome and watched the test session with the unsaid agreement that we would definitely be spending the night together. I had an overnight bag in the trunk of my car ready in case it would be his hotel and not mine.

“Oh, we’re still casual, huh?” he said, smiling, but leaving the sentence hanging in the air.

“I just had you come on me in the passenger seat of a rented car in a Spanish forest, and you’re saying we’re casual?” he chuckled. “Damn, woman, you’re a tough one.”

“I mean…when you put it that way,” I conceded, laughing. He had a point. This was far from casual. I had always been a monogamous girl, not one to sleep with someone I didn’t care about or wasn't serious about. The casual was there to not stress about separation, living arrangements, meeting the family etc. Our physical aspect was way more than casual to me. I made an exception because of circumstances rather than not wanting to be more serious. but as I sat there, hand in his lap, the lines definitely felt more blurred now.

“Oh, we’re so not casual anymore,” he said lightly after another moment of my silence.

“I am deleting that from being associated with us. No ‘casual’ anymore. Only firm. Serious,” he continued, playful but there was an undercurrent of sincerity.

“I can definitely feel that,” I joked, giving him another squeeze. His breath hitched, and I could see him trying to adjust himself again.

“Yep—sooooo not casual.” He paused. “I might have to ask our hotel if they have a chapel when we get there if you keep this up,” he joked, making me burst into laughter.

This is getting serious, I thought to myself as I was driving, a warm feeling spreading through my chest. I was falling for this man on the passenger seat. And this casual thing was not something we should be discussing now but I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel warm and giddy from him initiating this line of conversation. I was so down bad. And it was so not casual for me anymore either.

I was falling for him, and this casual thing we’d agreed on was becoming something more—whether we admitted it or not.

“Yep. So not casual anymore, Fabio,” I finally said, breaking the silence.

“I love the sound of that,” he replied, taking the hand I had on him, intertwining our fingers, and kissing the back of my hand. My hand stayed in his for the rest of the ride.

He was right. So not casual anymore.

[lxndonorris]

comforting reassurance - Fabio Quartararo

Y/N x Fabio Quartararo Theme: smutish, teasing, touching, (little angsty) Fabio invited you out on a ride and even though you're nervous, you're ready to go on this adventure. word count: 1900+ taglist: @game-set-canet open for requests :)

Standing in Fabio's garage, you can feel the anticipation bubbling within you. The sleek lines of his Yamaha YZR-M1 gleam under the overhead lights, a marvel of engineering and power. The thought of your upcoming ride sends a thrill through you, though your nerves jitter just beneath the surface.

Your hands trace the contour of the bike's fuel tank, imagining the rush of the wind and the roar of the engine beneath you.

Suddenly, you feel a familiar warmth as Fabio hugs you from behind, his strong arms encircling your waist. You melt into him, savoring the comfort of his embrace. The scent of his cologne, a mix of citrus and wood, wraps around you like a second hug, soothing your nerves.

"Hey," he murmurs, his breath tickling your ear. "Are you ready for our adventure?"

You lean back against him, tilting your head to catch his eye. "I'm a bit nervous," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "I've never done anything like this before."

Fabio tightens his hold on you, his lips brushing against your temple in a gentle kiss. 

"You'll be fine," he reassures you, his voice steady and calming. "I promise you'll enjoy it. Trust me."

There is something so reassuring about the confidence in his voice, the way he always seems to know exactly what to say to make you feel better. 

He releases you briefly, and you turn to face him, catching the glint of excitement in his light brown eyes. 

Right away, you find yourself captivated. 

He is dressed in a black leather suit that mirrors his racing gear, yet it is more casual, almost effortlessly stylish. The way the leather hugs his body, accentuating his athletic frame, makes your heart skip a beat. The suit highlights his broad shoulders, toned arms, and narrow waist; each movement he makes exudes confidence and allure. It's clear he knows the effect it has; his playful smirk revealing his awareness.

With a boyish grin, he reaches for a hanger on the wall and pulls down one of his black leather jackets. It is beautifully crafted; the leather soft and supple yet sturdy.

"Here," he says, holding it out to me. "I want you to have this."

Your eyes widen in surprise. "Fabio, I can't take this. It's one of your racing jackets."

Fabio shrugs, his grin widening. 

"Consider it a gift. Besides, it looks better on you."

Blushing, you take the jacket and slip it on. It fits perfectly, hugging your frame like it was made for you. The weight of it is comforting, and you can't help but smile as you zip it up. 

Fabio steps back, admiring the sight with a satisfied nod.

As he moves around the garage, checking the bike and gathering the rest of your gear, you find yourself captivated by the way he carries himself again. There is a confidence in his stride, a quiet assurance that comes from years of knowing his skills on track. Even in this more relaxed attire, Fabio exudes a magnetic charm that draws your gaze.

"You look incredible," you blurt out, unable to contain your admiration.

He turns toward you with a playful grin, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Do I know?"

You nod emphatically, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. "Seriously, Fabio. You look amazing in that."

He chucled softly, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine. "Thank you," he replies sincerely, his voice low and velvety. "I'm glad you like it."

Like it? 

You are practically mesmerized by it. The way the leather jacket molds to his torso, the way his movements seem effortlessly graceful yet purposeful—it is a side of Fabio you haven't seen up close before, and it is simply captivating.

As he finishes up with the bike, Fabio turns to face you fully, his gaze warm and inviting. "Ready to hit the road?"

You nod eagerly, the anticipation building within you. "Absolutely."

You spend the next few minutes adjusting the helmet until it fits snugly. Fabio checks everything meticulously; his attention to detail makes you feel even more secure.

Finally, he climbs onto the bike and gestures for you to join him. Your heart pounds as you swing your leg over and settle behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

The engine roars to life beneath you, and you feel a jolt of excitement mingling with your nerves.

"Ready?" Fabio calls over his shoulder.

You take a deep breath and nod, even though he can't see you. "Ready!"

With that, you are off. 

The bike surges forward, and you tighten your grip around Fabio. The world blurs around you as you speed down the winding roads, the scenery a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes. The wind whips past you, cool and invigorating, and you find yourself laughing out loud at the sheer exhilaration of it all.

Fabio's expert handling of the bike is evident in every smooth turn and acceleration. He guides you effortlessly through the landscape, the powerful engine purring beneath you. Gradually, your nerves give way to pure joy. There is something magical about the freedom of the open road; the connection between you is amplified by the shared experience.

As you ride, your hands instinctively wander over Fabio's chest, feeling the firmness of his muscles beneath the leather suit. You can hear him muttering something—a chuckle, even—and you know he enjoys the sensation as much as you do.

Encouraged, your hands move lower to his waist, feeling the flex and movement of his body as he expertly maneuvers the bike. The vibrations of the engine resonate through his chest, adding to the thrill. 

Fabio then drives playfully, leaning into the curves with a confidence that makes the ride even more exhilarating. Subconsciously, your hands continue to explore, tracing the contours of his body, and you sense his enjoyment in the way his chest rumbles with laughter.

He speeds up again, and you hold on tighter, your hands clutching at his waist as the scenery whizzes past you. The rush of the wind and the feeling of being so close to Fabio combine to create an unforgettable experience. Each twist and turn brings a new surge of adrenaline, and you revel in the sensation of being utterly alive.

After a while, Fabio slows down and pulls off onto a scenic overlook. He kills the engine, and you both remove your helmets—the sudden silence almost startling. The view is breathtaking—a vast expanse of rolling hills and lush valleys stretching out beneath a clear blue sky.

Fabio turns to you, his eyes sparkling with happiness. "Did you enjoy yourself?" He asks, his tone casual but with an undercurrent of genuine curiosity.

You smile, feeling warmth spread through you. "Yes, I did. It was incredible."

He grins, his gaze unwavering. "I am glad to hear that."

After a brief pause, he continues, his voice laced with amusement. "Did you realize where your hands were during the ride?"

The question catches you off guard, and you feel a blush creep up your cheeks. Your mind flashes back to the ride, your hands instinctively stroking his chest, moving lower to his waist. You were so caught up in the thrill of the moment that you didn't fully realize how intimate my touch had been.

"I, um, I guess I got carried away," you stammer, looking down in embarrassment.

Fabio chickles softly, reaching out to tilt your chin up so you are looking into his eyes. "Don't be embarrassed," he says gently. "I enjoyed it. I loved feeling your touch and knowing you were having a good time."

His words send a rush of warmth through you, and you can't help but smile. "Well, I did have a good time. A great time, actually."

"Good," he murmurs, his thumb brushing lightly over your cheek. "Because I wanted today to be special for us."

"It definitely is," you assure him, your voice filled with sincerity. "Being here with you, experiencing this- it means more than I can say."

Fabio leans in closer, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, lingering kiss. It is gentle yet filled with unspoken promises, a testament to the connection you share.

When he pulls back, you can see the sincerity in his eyes, the depth of his feelings reflect in every line of his face.

"I'm glad you're here," he whispers, his breath warm against your cheek.

Wrapping your arms around him, you bury your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the comforting scent of leather and cologne. In that moment, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the warmth of Fabio's embrace, you know that this day will be etched in your memory forever.

Eventually, you get back on the bike and make your way back home. During the ride, you hold on tight once more, but this time your touch is deliberate. Your hands wander over his chest, savoring the feel of the firm muscles beneath the soft leather of his jacket. The connection between you is electric, each stroke sending a thrill through both of you.

Fabio's reaction is immediate and palpable. The way he moves in his seat, the subtle shifts of his body tell you he is enjoying himself immensely. You can sense the pleasure radiating from him—a mutual enjoyment that heightens the thrill of the ride.

With each mile, the bond between you grows stronger. The rhythmic vibrations of the engine, the rush of the wind, and the intimate contact all combine to create a heady sense of pure hedonism.

Fabio is humming, his entire being resonating with the joy of the ride and the closeness of your bodies.

The riad unfurls before you like a ribbon, the fading light casting ling shadows that dance along the pavement. Every curve and straightaway is a new adventure, and you can feel Fabio's excitement echoing yours.

He leans into the turns with an expert grace, the bike responding to his every command as if it were an extension of himself.

Your hands continue to explore, moving lower to his waist, feeling the powerful muscles flex with each movement.

Fabio's quiet chuckles and murmurs of pleasure reach your ears, and you know he is relishing the sensations as much as you are. The intimacy of the moment, the shared experience, is intoxicating.

As you near his home, the scenery becomes more familiar, but the excitement doesn't diminish. If anything, it grows more intense, the anticipation of what is to come mingling with the lingering thrill of the ride. 

When Fabio finally pulls into his garage and cuts the engine, the sudden silence is almost eerie.

You dismount, and you remove your helmet, shaking out your hair. Fabio turns to you, his eyes glowing with a mixture of exhilaration and something deeper. He steps closer, his hands finding yours, pulling you into a close embrace.

"How was that?" he asks, his voice low and velvety.

"Amazing," you reply, breathless from the ride and the intensity of your connection. "I loved every moment."

He smiles, his hands moving to cup your face gently. "You make everything better," he murmurs, leaning in to press a tender kiss to your lips.

You melt into the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck. The warmth of his body, the scent of leather and cologne, the lingering excitement from the ride- all combine to create a perfect moment.

[marquez-junky8920]

Okaaaaay SO I've been totally neglecting this blog lately. Life has been super chaotic recently and I'm finally settling down after almost a year of absolute chaos and stress. Your girl is done with this bullshit.🥲

ANYWHO - I come back here to this wonderful app today and see that I have 300 followers!? Last I left it, I had around 230 and I've not been active on here in forever. Thank y'all for all the support even though I've been on this unofficial hiatus. It means the world to see that y'all still read my fics and support my work! 🥹❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

All this to say... In honor is 300 followers, should I write another fic? I still have 8 requests left in my inbox. Let me know... 👀😏

[schumi-nadal]

So, I wrote a Mabio one-shot… 👀

If anyone wants to read it, here it is 😂

[bezzplaining]

So yeah half of this titles are for maneskin songs/random spanish words

Thanks to @formulapookie </3 for the tag(even if dont work at all lololol)

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs

**half of this things are pure smut with no plot but theres angst too :D **

Do I Wanna Know?(aleix/jorge/fabio quartararo - idontknowhowtonamethisweirdthreesome)

Sick Love(fabio quartararo/aleix)

Mocking Bird(marcmarc + kinda rosquez)

AITA for sleep with my boss ex-something?(marcmarc - yeah i think this is the most original title)

Indecencia(diggiannini - inspired by a slut diggia pic)

Obsesión(franky/migno - tehehe 🤙)

Baby Said(aleix alpha/various riders)

Narcisista por excelencia(rosquez - other song title yay!)

Rude(rosquez)

Supermodel(pecco/luca)

Please dont(bezznaia)

All for my ex(rosquez/other couples)

Am not original with the titles but if you wanna know about my delulus you can ask(maaany dont have titles so here are some of them). I dont know much writers here...if you want to do this it would be so cool 👾

[r69per-luvr]

❝﹙🖇﹚:; about me + guidelines ⑅⋅₊

MAIN INFO — !?

day . daydream . reaper ☆ female . she/they ☆ 19 . 06/24 ☆ pan . poly . greyace ☆ single 😔

DNI + BYF — !?

☆ dni homophobic , racist , sexist , transphobic , ect ect

☆ dni any kind of toxic fan

☆ just as long as you are a good person we're all good

☆ i am very strong on upholding my boundaries, so please beware, i won't take it lightly if you disrespect mine or any of my mutals boundaries

☆ i am in fact a die hard marc marquez fan. ofc i respect and am also a fan of rossi, but i do favor marc. though i want nothing to do with the drama (in terms of choosing sides, rpf is very welcome) and i have no specific opinion on the matter. because of this, i refuse to listen to anyone puting down either rider around me. so please, refrain from mentioning any of it, unless it is in jest and with endearment.

☆ ^ this also applies to anyone on the f1 grid, or any motorsport i support. just please refrain from arguing about who is better or who deserves what. you have every right to have an opinion, but please don't argue about it with me or on my blog pls. i refuse to tolerate it. it gets overwhelming honestly

☆ i do not write smut at all. i may write suggestive stuff, but i do not write anything too explicit. it just isn't something i'm comfortable with writing.

☆ if an ask makes me uncomfortable i will just ignore it

☆ please, please, please respect my boundaries, and double check every now and then what i am and am not comfortable. things may change, and i'd hate to ignore an ask cause of a misunderstanding.

☆ please do not be afraid to ask me if i'm comfortable with something if you are unsure. i promise i'm very understanding

WHO I SUPPORT — !?

motogp enea bastianini , fabio quartararo , marc marquez , marco bezzecchi , takaaki nakagami , alex marquez , luca marini , fabio di giannantonio

formula sports lewis hamilton , george russell , charles leclerc , max verstappen , daniel ricciardo , yuki tsunoda , nyck de vries , liam lawson , pierre gasly , lando norris , oscar piastri , alex albon , zhou guanyu , mick schumacher , paul aron , arthur leclerc , ollie bearman

note i make moodboards for basically anyone

[wolfinakut0]

JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY - Fabio Quartararo

where your rival, whom you hate, wins a race instead of you (and wins over your body in the same night)

2,9k words

warnings: NSFW, choking, hair pulling, terribly written smut, bad french, orgasm denial and some hate secks :)

Jealousy, jealousy was something you’d pride yourself on standing above, never letting it affect you, not out in the paddock, not at home or whenever you’d be out with your friends. That was until last week

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After the race in Portugal you and the Repsol Team were celebrating the podium for your Team - second place wasn’t too bad and since the Marquez brothers took P6 and P7 you could say it was a great race for Honda overall. However instead of enjoying the night like everyone else was, you couldn’t keep your mind off of him. Fabio, that bastard who took first place, only half a second in front. It’s still been crazy - the amount of space the two of you managed to put in between the rest on track was remarkable. That didn’t stop you from feeling like you failed yourself. The two of you had been going head to head this whole season, standing next to each other on the podium more often than not. You hated his guts - and so did he. Glares from across the track and snarky remarks whenever you’d get too close were nothing out of the ordinary, and everyone knew.

Today wasn’t any different. most of the teams went to the exclusive afterparty at a nearby club and yours wasn’t any different - so along you went.

“C’mon, we don’t have all day - how can it take you so long to get ready?” asked Marc from outside your motohome. “Black or white?” was all you’d answer, still not able to decide between the rather short dresses you had sprawled out on top of your bed, the black one being much more skimpy compared to the white one. “Black - now hurry or we’ll be late!�� Pleased by the option he’d picked, you quickly got dressed and stumbled outside, grabbing a team jacked on the way out for later. Marc already waiting, you two were close friends ever since you were racing for the same Moto2 Team way back when. “Lookin good” - “Not too shabby yourself” you remarked.

-

The evening went by pretty much without anything special happening. Already a bit drunk you were enjoying yourself with the rest of your team, your disappointment slipping to the very back of your head. That was until a certain someone crossed your sights. Fabio was reeking of arrogance across the entire club you thought, your expression immediately darkening as you glared daggers at the frenchman. “This fucking asshole…” You couldn’t keep your focus off of him until his dark eyes met yours, a smirk forming on his lips. “Fuck you” You mouthed at him, the music too loud and distance too great for him to actually be able to hear you. He only held up his middle finger in response. “He is so full of himself” You muttered to Marc who was standing beside you and watched the whole scene unfold in amusement. “I just think someone’s jealous~” He almost hummed, leaning in so you could hear him over the music. Your eyes never left Fabios though, who’s eyes seemed to darken with Marc being this close to you.

The two of you looked like you had something going on, you’d been told that by different people at different occasions constantly - which wasn’t true at all, although you were really close, it had always been purely platonic for the both of you and neither of you would want it otherwise. However this wasn’t as clear to Fabio, who was now staring at Marquez instead of you. If looks could kill the Spaniard would have dropped dead at that very moment. You never saw Fabio look at anyone like that, the tension between you and him had always been there and yet still, it was different than that.

While you were clearly jealous of Fabio and his skill, he seemed to be jealous of Marc right now - for a very different reason though.

Marc gripped your arm to get your attention. “We’ll get you something to drink and some fresh air or else I think this might escalate a little.” Reluctantly you turned your gaze toward Marc, nodding in defeat as you knew he was right and following him to the bar. Swiftly moving through the crowd you managed to make it to the bar without much trouble, sitting down as Marc gets you a glass of water. Fabio had lost sight of you at that point, fuming at the thought of you leaving the club to go with Marc and do god knows what.

After getting you some water Marc took you to the back of the Club, going to the outside area where you two were alone. You had grabbed your Honda jacket and thrown it on so you wouldn’t be too cold as you sat on one of the benches where Marc stood next to you. “Thanks Marc, but you can go back inside. I don’t need any supervision and you should celebrate with your brother and the team.” Marc gave you a crooked smile and sighed, “Don’t do anything stupid, okay? Can’t have you causing trouble over your hurt ego.” You were a bit taken aback but nodded slowly. Although you never admitted you ever were jealous you did have to admit you’d sometimes act a bit impulsive. He was right though and you knew it. “I just need a minute to myself, I won’t cause any trouble, okay?” You assured him to which he sighed again and gave you his stupid smile, the one you grew to know so well. After that Marc went back inside. And left you to your thoughts.

Fabio noticed Marc coming inside again but no sign of you anywhere, his jealousy getting the better of him he excused himself and went to look for you out back. No matter how much he loved seeing you angry, knowing he beat you to first yet again, he also needed to know he was the one you’d be getting yourself all worked up over.

Stepping outside the building the cold air hit his skin in a soft breeze as his eyes were searching for yours. “Oh what I’d do to that bastards face if he looks at me again with that fucking grin…” You muttered to yourself as your eyes suddenly met his again, perplexed and caught off guard your words trailed off into silence. Fabio, just as surprised to find you as you were to suddenly see him. “What would you do y/n?” His snarky grin creeping onto his face again. That grin that you hated so much, a look of superiority and pride. Quickly back to your usual confidence you got up and snapped back at him. “Maybe a crooked nose to fit that stupid smile?” Were you implying breaking his nose? Wouldn’t be the first nose you’d have broken, however physical violence was never something between you two, or anything you’d do in general nowadays. Besides you were much smaller - it must’ve been the alcohol talking, or just you feeling a bit too cocky. Fabio just let out a dry laugh. “Big words for someone your size” Fabio stepping closer to you, you felt your confidence falter, his frame towering over yours. It wasn’t the first time he’d been this close to you, just hours prior he stood next to you on the podium, celebrating his win - this time was different though. You felt your breath hitch, this time you two were alone, no loud crowd, no cameras, yet you still felt more adrenaline pumping through your veins than back there.

You felt your cheeks heat up as his eyes pinned yours in a piercing stare, you couldn’t read his face. Frustration, anger… maybe, but this smug expression, you couldn’t really put your finger on it. You took a few steps back to which he followed suit, until you felt a cool wall hit your back. The space behind the club wasn’t really spacious and seemed more like a partially walled in balcony. “Impasse, princesse” (dead end, princess). He had backed you against a wall, how cliché. “Fuck y-“ You wouldn’t back down now, even though you felt your heartbeat quicken against his chest. You put your hands against his chest in protest butFabio interrupted you by placing a hand over your mouth, causing your cheeks to heat up even more, you couldn’t deny it - your body was enjoying what was happening - but you couldn’t let yourself down like that. He basically was your mortal enemy, yet you seemed to betray yourself. He was looking down at you in this somewhat compromising position as his smile grew wider. He also seemed to notice you weren’t protesting his actions but rather enjoying them, deciding to test the waters. He slowly lowered his head into the crook of your neck, trailing his lips over your soft skin. You let out a soft whimper as a response, getting goosebumps all over. Fabio began sucking at your sensitive spot, definitely leaving a hickey in the process. You let out another soft moan, the sound music to his ears. You tried squeezing your legs shut as he grinned against your skin and moved his knee between your thighs.

Prying his hand from your mouth you managed to get him to look back at you. “I hate you Quartararo” you remarked before catching him off guard and closing the gap between your two faces and crashing your lips against his. This was wrong, so wrong, but that didn’t matter right now. Fabio quickly returning the kiss, his large hands eagerly finding their way around your waist. You felt hot and cold both at the same time, not really sure what was happening right now, the man you despised getting to touch you like that - but right now you couldn’t care less. Your hands quickly found themselves tangled in his hair as you felt one of his moving down your side. Fabios fingertips slowly moved underneath the skirt of your dress, dangerously close to your inner thigh. You could feel yourself growing needy for his touch as he broke off your passionate, yet somehow hate filled kiss. “Use your words princesse.” You couldn’t let him win again, and he knew just how stubborn you were, but you were growing desperate. “Fuck you, Quartararo” You spat, slowly and clearly. He chuckled in amusement, “Hm, how about we put that dirty mouth of use differently then, maybe you’ll know how to behave then?” Fabio slowly unbuckled his belt, his eyes never leaving yours. You knew what he wanted, not sure if you were gonna give him the satisfaction he was hoping to get, but you couldn’t deny your curiosity. He undid his zipper and tugged down his pants just enough for his already hard cock to spring from its clothed prison. Fabio grabbed your face in his hand and tilted it up a bit further, “Suck it, princesse.” His sudden harsh tone made you forget all the pride you held so high, slowly dropping to your knees. Normally you’d never let this man tell you what to do but right now was different. Your soft hands trailing over his body all the way down until they were at his hips and you on your knees. The floor felt cold beneath you but you didn’t pay any mind to it. Your eyes darted back up to his in an innocent look, it drove him crazy but he couldn’t let that show. Slowly you began to drag your tongue up his shaft to his tip, he let out a low groan as his hand found itself in your hair. Slowly you took his length inside your mouth, making sure to swirl your tongue around his tip. A low moan escaped his lips, “just like that princesse”

You felt a sense of power over him, having him respond to you the way he does, even if it was you sucking his cock. You began bobbing your head whis him hitting the back of your throat again and again. Although the idea of you covering your face in his cum didn’t sound too bad to Fabio he had other plans. Pulling you off of his cock by your hair and up on your feet again. He pushed you against the wall again, his head directly next to your ear now. “So that mouth of yours does have some use. Now - “ he slid his hand underneath your skirt again and the other around your throat. “Where were we?” He slowly moved his fingers over the thin lace covering your entrance, which had you whimpering his name quietly. “What was that?” That stupid grin again, how much you hated it, but against your better judgement you needed him to touch you. “Fabio please…” Him being as cocky as always he brushed his fingers over the fabric again, “Please what? I told you - use your words princesse” You sighed, growing impatient, “Please touch me… I need you to touch me, Fabio.”

That was all it took him to slide his fingers past the thin fabric and start rubbing slow circles on your clit. You squirmed from the sudden sensation but needing more of him you bucked your hips against his hand, hoping for more contact. “So needy, and already so wet for me. I thought you hated my guts?” Fabio was forcing your head up again to meet his intense stare, through gritted teeth you hissed back , “I do, I re-“ Interrupted by him once again you moaned out in surprise, however this time by him gliding in a finger and without hesitation starting to move in and out of you. Your face, to his amusement, was burning up as you went to grab the arm that was choking you, not trying to move it though. You bit your lip to try and quiet down, much to his dismay. Your legs were already shaking slightly but you didn’t want to give away just how much you were enjoying him touching you. Fabio however loved the power he held over you. Now and whenever he was ahead in a race. “Don’t go quiet on me now, princesse. I want to hear how good I make you feel,” Fabio adding another finger making you moan for him again. “Better” he remarked. Picking up the pace he began to curl his fingers and rub circles on your clit with his thumb. The restricted airflow and his hands working their magic had you growing close, feeling that familiar knot build, you were clenching around his finger when he suddenly stopped, ruining your orgasm for you. “You asshole.” Was all you could muster to say before once again being shut up by him. “Turn around, right fucking now” His dominant tone turning you on way more than it should. Needy for any form of release you followed his request, this time without giving him any attitude. “And this, “ He tugged on your Honda Repsol jacket, “Take that fucking thing off, I can’t stand it” Almost pulling your jacket off of you himself Fabio made quick work of the fabric, tossing it over to the bench. You felt a bit embarrassed, You were about to get fucked by your nemesis, letting him have complete power over you, but you couldn’t care less right now.

Fabio moved your thong aside and shoved the skirt of your dress up your back, aligning himself with your entrance. His one hand was holding your hip as he slowly thrusts his cock inside of you, still giving you time to adjust to his size. You let out a soft moan as you tried to hold yourself up against the wall. “Fuck y/n, you feel so good.” he starts to move in and out of you, deep strokes in a fast pace had you on edge again quickly, his thumb had found his way to your clit once again, still sensitive from before, you couldn’t hold yourself together. Fabio was pounding away, hitting all the right spots making you see stars. His grip around your neck tightened as he started biting down on the skin of your shoulder, leaving marks to match the ones on your neck. He was on a power trip and you could tell, but that didn’t stop you from coming undone in his cock with him groaning your name. Seeing you lose all sense of self for him was enough to tip him over the edge too, leaving both of you a panting, shaky mess. Him inside of you wasn’t really a worry since you were on the pill anyway, sp now the only problem was that you just fucked the guy you hated.

Quickly trying to fix your appearance as he was putting his pants back you grabbed a hold of his shirt, pulling him closer to your face. “I still hate you.” - “Oh so do I princesse, “ He answered with that smug grin, just as you two were interrupted by somebody opening the door. You just now realizes anyone could’ve walked in (out?) on you anytime, shit. You both looking at who was standing outside now. Alex, Marc's younger brother, looked at you concerned as you quickly let go of Fabios shirt. Fabio takes a few steps back as you shot him a short glare and walked to Alex, grabbing your jacket off of the bench. Certain Alex doesn’t know what went down just a few seconds ago you threw him an innocent smile. “Looking for me? Told Marc I needed a minute, no trouble caused.” Alex just relieved to find you in one piece and pretty tipsy himself went back inside with you.

A/N: Been some time since I’ve written anything let alone smut. Buuuut, some people have been inspiring me to start again so please excuse this badly written thing. Anyhooo thanks for reading if you’ve made it this far :D (also excuse any mistakes I wrote this at 2 am on an exam night so be grateful )

[charlywrites]

hi, the name’s charly and this blog contains all my f1 and motogp related fics.

my favs are, in orders, lewis hamilton, charles leclerc and george russell. Obviously, I’m rooting for team mercedes.

As for motogp, I support Fabio Quartararo and Marc Marquez.

I’ll be taking requests for most of the drivers on the grid and won’t set any kind of rules besides that I don’t write smut and I’ll allow myself to decline a request I’m not comfortable writing. <3

here’s my masterlist.

- lewis hamilton

- charles leclerc

- george russell

- sergio pérez

- lando norris

- esteban ocon

- daniel ricciardo

- max verstappen

- pierre gasly

[an-ocean-blue]

Masterlist

Started: 31/12/2021

Here you can find whatever I wrote for this blog. I'll consider writing for anyone so if you wanna send me a prompt/idea/request go ahead.

F1

Daniel Ricciardo

Pancakes (Fluff)

One of those days (Fluff)

Spooning (Smut)

Work interrupted (Smut)

Carlos Sainz

Homecoming (Smut)

Nicholas Latifi

Source of comfort (Smut)

Cuffs, a blindfold and... Nutella (smut)

IndyCar 

Pato O'Ward

Ticklish (Smut)

MotoGP

Fabio Quartararo

[carboysandbikemen]

can you write something about which drivers would call you like their needy little slut and just degrade and humiliate you?? make fun of how sloppy your cunt is after some dirty words??

This made me actually insane, think this is some of the most nsfw stuff I've written. It's obscene I'm sorry. Very NSFW. 18+ - 🐝

I’m a changed man after reading most of this. I wept. Send more disgusting shit like this please. -🐻

Warnings: Sub reader, hair pulling, BJ, dirty talk, praise, teasing, unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex (fem receiving and giving), degrading and humiliation

Lewis- Dom Lewis would tease you so much, watching you gasp and beg under his touch until you're a babbling mess. He'd tell you what a little needy slut you are, how desperate you are for his touch, for his cock. He'd get off on making you beg for it, and then use that as proof that you're a whore for him. He'd tease you so much that your little cunt would be dripping for him, and he'd take his time slowly running his hands up your thighs, before dragging one finger across your clit making you cry out before slipping it into you. He'd tell you that you're so wet he could probably go straight to three fingers but he doesn't, taking his time watching you squirm under him. Letting you grind up into his hand. “Tell me what you want.” He'd demand, as you tell him over and over you need more. "Of course you do. You need it don't you." He'd slowly add more fingers. "I know you can take it look at this sloppy cunt.” He'd also tease you with his cock, running it over your cunt, telling you what a slut you are laid out here ready to take him before thrusting into you hard enough to make you scream.

If Sub Lewis is your thing then he would love to be called a little slut. To have the seven times world champion on his knees as you tell him what a desperate needy whore he is? That he has to take what you give him and say thank you? He'd get so hard the more you tell him what a good slut he is for you that he'd be begging you to fuck him like he needs to be fucked.

George- George would slowly strip you, taking his time to bite your thighs and run his tongue across the edge of your underwear, teasing you. You'd try and buck up into him but he would hold your hips down, frowning at you. "You're such a needy little slut tonight. I don't think you deserve it yet." He'd hold you down as he gets closer and closer to your cunt, biting little marks into your skin before slowly taking your underwear off. "Dripping wet already, such a desperate whore." Backing off he'd tell you to spread your legs for him, sitting back to watch you. "No, wider." He'd grin, watching you expose yourself for him, waiting for him to touch you. “Show me how much you need me. Touch yourself if you're that desperate.” Of course you'd do it, moaning as you go straight to fucking your cunt with your own fingers. After watching you for a little while, moaning and spread for him he'd say "Can't do it right can you? Do you need me to come take care of that cunt properly?" At your whines he'd come over, pinning you down as he fingers you fast and hard, telling you how well you prepped your sloppy little cunt for him. He'd get you on all fours, pulling your hair back and making you arch your back for him as he fucks into you, slapping and grabbing your ass like you're a little fucktoy for him to use, telling you as much as he does. He would fuck you until you could hardly speak. "You need to be fucked so much you cant even form words huh?" He'd make you ask for permission to come, telling you finally that you're a good girl when you do, and fucking you through your orgasm until it tips him over the edge too.

Charles- This man could neither do this, or take it being done to him. The little needy baby can only take so much okay. Sure you could tease him and call him a little slut but too much and this boy would actually cry. I feel like if you asked him to do it to you he would try but it would slip into like him giving you heart eyes and telling you "you're so wet for me mon amour."

Daniel- Daniel would have a less intense vibe than some of the others but would nevertheless want to fuck you good and enjoy how much of a slut you are for him. He'd make you sit naked straddling his lap as he plays with your nipples, twisting them until you gasp and enjoying the way you grind against him. "Just cant help yourself can you?" He'd move up to kiss you before putting his fingers in your mouth, making you suck on them. "Go on, suck them like they're my dick." He'd fuck them into you until you're drooling onto your own chest. Telling you what a messy little slut you are. That if you want his dick so much you can have it. You'd sink down onto the floor between his knees and take his cock into your mouth. He'd let you take it as far as you can before telling you to “Breathe through your nose, okay?” and sinking his cock down your throat. He'd tell you how good you look choking on his dick. How you were made to take it. How how you look drooling onto your tits like a filthy little slut. Oh and he would absolutely want to take pictures of you being a good little slut for him. Especially when he pulls you back onto his lap and makes you ride him (wearing the Enchante Bucket Hat). He'd take so many pictures and laugh at how you don't even stop riding him because you need it so badly.

Sebastian- Red Bull Seb is a menace to society and would absolutely call you his needy little slut. He'd want you on your knees for him, telling you that if you're good enough then he might just fuck you. He'd fuck your mouth and tell you what a whore you look like, on your knees for him. He'd then spread you out in front of him, asking you “Do you want my fingers?” . You'd moan and say please, but he still wouldn't touch you. “You can do better than that. Does the little slut want my fingers?” When you beg and whine and moan for him he'd just laugh at you, telling you that of course you want it, you're too desperate not to. He'd take off your dripping wet underwear and tell you to open your mouth before putting them in, making you taste how wet you've made them. What a little slut you are. "You really will do anything wont you?". You'd moan around your own underwear in your mouth as he leans down and spits on your cunt, running his fingers over it to mix his spit with your wetness, telling you what a desperate needy slut you are, how wet your cunt is for him as your moans are muffled. "You don't even need my fingers your sloppy cunt can take me right now cant it?" He'd lean over to grab your hands, pinning them above your head as he puts your legs over his shoulders and fucks into you in one swift motion.

Fernando- For Nando its all about his ego. He wants to remind you constantly how he's the only one who can give you what you need. How your cunt needs him to make it come. He would want you to be vocal, every time he touches you he demands “Louder. Let me hear you.” telling you to moan his name. He'd make you come over and over again, with his fingers and then his mouth, telling you that he needs your little cunt dripping wet before you can take him. His favourite would be when you ride his thigh. "Look at you making a mess. Such a desperate whore, yes?" On days where he's feeling particularly good he will edge you until you cry for him, enjoying watching you desperate under him. Telling you that you crave his cock, that you need to be filled properly and only he can do it. "Does the little slut want to come?" He'd ask in that particularly condescending way that has you whining his name. "You'll have to say please if you want it." He would say knowing full well that you cant form words right now. "Ahhh so you can't come yet. Shame." He would say, grinning. Fernando also absolutely loves to watch his come drip out of your cunt, fucking it back into you with his fingers and telling you what a messy sloppy cunt you have. "Will have to buy you a plug to keep it all in next time."

Senna- Senna is much too babygirl to ever do any of this to you but little needy bratty sub Senna absolutely needs to be put in his place. That man needs you to run your hands over him, pull his hair so you can bite and lick his throat, tell him what a slut he is for you. He'd beg you to touch him and you could sit back and tell him to try harder until he would be so desperate he would have tears in his eyes. Imagine pegging this man, telling him he was made to take it, that he takes it so well for you.

Fabio- Fabio could never. But.. little sub Fabio? You absolutely need to treat this man like the desperate little fuck hole he is. He needs it so badly, it's all he wants. He would absolutely prep himself for you, getting himself all lubed up and stretched out. Theres even a plug in there ready for you to take out so you can use him as you please. He would go insane if you teased him, making him wait for it and touching him everywhere except where he wants. He needs to be a crying mess by the end of this or you're doing it wrong.

[aereres]

Masterlist

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Charles Leclerc

Hurts So Good

↳ Your relationship with Charles is anything but normal. As your sugar daddy, he is allowed to use you, find pleasure from your body in exchange for presents and company; but when you find yourself entangled in a nest of heartbreak and toxicity caused by him, your entire world collides.

Daniel Ricciardo

For You, I’d Become Hercules | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 

↳ After many years spent apart from each other, Y/N gets back to Daniel, her childhood best friend, who happens to have held back a big part of his life from her. His son Theo.

Mine

↳ A late night in the office turns heated when your boss discovers something new, leading to unplanned decisions.

Fabio Quartararo

Mon Amour

↳ Just some plotless smut.

Stuck On You

↳ What started as a friendship between you and Fabio takes a sharp turn during one of the best summer vacations of your life - a week in a campsite with your newfound friends.

Lando Norris

Wedding Shenanigans

↳ After getting paired with the one and only Lando Norris at your best friend’s wedding, the night takes a sharp turn.

When We Were Young

↳ When Y/N agreed to join her older brother at the Norris' for Christmas, she didn't expect to find herself infatuated with her brother's best friend all over again.

Lewis Hamilton

Professional

↳ You were expecting things to become calm after landing the position as Lewis Hamilton’s PA, as calm as your stressful job could be. Your relationship with your boss, though, makes your life become anything but calm.

Unforgettable

↳ You had never thought that you could get whiplash so easily. A sudden move to Santa Monica, though, changes your life completely, and you’re faced with nothing but a blank canvas. If that wasn’t enough, the first sight of a mysterious surfer is enough to turn your life upside down.

Miscellaneous

Reputation | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 - Toto Wolff, Carlos Sainz Jr

↳ Professor Wolff - the most important lecturer in your University, the man of the hour. Professor Carlos Sainz, the man whose successful career was everything the internet talked about, and his many books out there still sold copies even after years of being published. Two men so powerful, so interesting, yet so easy to destroy. It only takes one forbidden escapade each.

NDA - Lando Norris, Daniel Ricciardo, Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz Jr

↳ You had been nothing more than your father’s daughter for your entire life. Every gala was spent by his side, listening to men twice your age begging for sponsorships and attention. Everything changes when four men beg for something else. A night with you.

Loving You by Chordback | Series Masterlist | Rock Band AU

↳ One band, three men, three stories. Lando, Mick, and Charles, open their hearts up for their significant others, showing the raw truths that lie behind the music industry, but most importantly, their different ways of loving.

Hockey Masterlist

[lxndonorris]

bumpy ride - Fabio Quartararo

Y/N x Fabio Quartararo Theme: Smutish, Teasing, Touching after his little rodeo on track, his crotch is a little sore, with him asking for a helping hand x word count: 1380+

As long as you're dating Fabio, joining him in the paddock for the race weekends is one of your favorite things in the world. Watching him speed around the track, you feel a similar rush of adrenaline pulsate through your body. The excitement, the velocity, the roaring of his Yamaha, all of this makes it even better. Today, you're watching the training session, while Fabio is adjusting himself and the bike to the track. However, there seems to be a bump on the road, with a few riders making a quick jump. And Fabio hits it as well.

You are watching his body lifting for a mere inch before he pulls himself into the saddle again, and the impact looked a little painful. Fabio's groin hits his bike, and instantly, you can feel the pain he must be feeling. Cringing quickly, you watch the screen as the camera shifts toward the front view. Fabio bends forwards, presumably letting out a low groan while reaching for his dick. All of the guys around you do a similar noise, with a few of them mirroring his movements.

Now, you're watching him entering the garage, after finishing a few more laps. Fabio jumps off his bike, and immediately, his mechanics comfort him, patting his back and chest tenderly, as he mutters a few words to them. Then, he turns his head towards you, and you can tell his facial expression even through his helmet, just by the way he handles himself. He walks towards you, taking his helmet off, while you bite your lower lip, holding back a coy smirk. One of his team takes his helmet, pats him on the back again, and tells him to take a quick break while they'll analyze his performance.

With a huge grin, sweaty hair, and wearing his leather suit, boots, and gloves, he places his hands at your waist, gently pulling you into him, kissing you lovingly. At the same time, you place both hands on his firm chest, to steady yourself, as you embrace his lips on yours. "You did so well." You say once you separate, causing him to smile even brighter. "Thank you." He says, his voice huskier than usual, and you can tell he is a little exhausted.

Then, however, you cannot help yourself and run a hand across his chest, enjoying the feeling of leather rubbing against the palm of your hands. "Everything okay?" You mouth silently, trying your best not to draw any attention from the masses of people hustling all around you. His eyes widen slightly, and his face flushes with even more color, his cheeks turning bright red. "You saw it, didn't you." He breathes deeply before he closes his eyes for just a second. "We all did." You have a look around, and Fabio does the same. "Fuck." He exhales and slowly regains his composure.

You stroke his chest gently as he leans into you, whispering in your ear. "I could need a hand." Fabio's breath burns on your skin, the hair on the back of your neck shooting up. "To confirm, he's okay." He holds back a breathless moan, causing you to look down, catching one of his hands quickly brushing over his crotch. Tilting your head, you lift your chin to meet his gaze. "Right here?" You shrug, causing his mouth to morph into a playful smirk. "Y/N, you're naughty." He licks his lips, and takes his gloves off quickly, before grabbing your waist again with his hand caressing your waistline. "But I know a better place." Fabio nods, takes your hand, and leads you out of the back of the Yamaha garage, into a more secluded corner of the paddock.

Behind a makeshift wall, a few stacks of tires, and without anyone running around, he turns around, still smirking deviously. "You're hurt?" You say softly, taking a step towards him, placing one hand on his lower arm, the other right on his chest again. "I am." He pouts and nods, one of his hands mirroring yours, his fingertips brushing over your arm. "Aw. Poor you." You say, so softly your voice is nearly unhearable. Lovingly, you draw circles across his chest, while he embraces your hand on his body. Fabio grabs your waist with one hand. "You want me to look?" You smile comfortingly, and Fabio nods again, this time, he can't hide the huge smirk spreading across his whole face.

Gently, carefully even, you start to unzip his suit, exposing his well-formed bare chest. Fabio's eyes follow every move of your hand closely, while his hands slowly encompass parts of your body. You're standing right in front of him now, his upper suit wide open, and you stroke his chest again, this time, using your fingertips to tease him. Fabio's body shivers slightly once you stroke his pecs, his erect nipples, and further down, tracing the visible outlines of his abs with all of your fingers. "This feels good. Mhm." He purrs, raising his head to meet your eyes once more. "Good." You breathe deeply, letting your other hand run across his chest as well, but this time, you go even further down to his crotch. At first, you touch him through his suit, and yet, he flinches. "Fuck." A soft moan turns into a coy giggle, as he regains his composure very quickly.

"Does it hurt?" You say, leaning into him, one hand stroking his chest, the other now gently brushing over his crotch. "A little, yeah." He takes a deep breath, his eyes now stuck on yours. "Come here." You say softly, kissing him right on the lips. He instantly embraces your body again, his hands now on your waist, steady yourself against his body. Fabio moans softly into your mouth as you stroke his now bulging dick some more. After a few more kisses, you pull away, the feeling of his lips still lingering on yours.

"Feel better?" You say comfortingly, your hands still caressing his beautiful body. Fabio nods happily, and takes your hand from his chest, intertwining his fingers with yours. "Thank you." He smiles and kisses you again. You smile and feel his other hand now stroking the small of your back tenderly. "Anytime." Tilting your head slightly, you enjoy the feeling of his hands on your body, and you can tell he feels the same. The whole time, you've been teasing him through his leather suit, and there is no hiding it right now.

All of his muscles are bulging against his clothes, his nipples are hard and his whole body is tensing still. A part of you would love to take him right now, right here, and by the way, his eyes light up, his expression shifts, and you can tell he's holding back himself. Carefully, you reach for his bare chest again, with him lowering his head to watch your hand, your fingers make contact with his skin again, when you hear someone approaching the two of you from behind. "There you are." It's Tom, one of his oldest and closest friends, who you are very close to as well. Both of you freeze instantly, watching Tom's face go through several expressions before his mouth turns into a knowing smile.

"Did I interrupt anything?" He holds back a mischievous smirk, and you shake your head nervously. "Nope, we're good." You say and Fabio shrugs. "Yeah, uh, you were looking for me?" He stutters slightly, and Tom just giggles for a second, before he points at the two of you. "Yeah, but you finish whatever you were doing, and be back in five for a few more laps." His face shifts between Fabio's and yours. "We weren't.." Fabio tries to explain himself but Tom raises a finger before he lets his gaze wander all over Fabios tensed body.

"Five minutes." He says, and the three of you share a laugh. "Thanks, Tom." Fabio growls, and you do the same, watching him leave you alone again. You turn to meet Fabio's gaze, and slowly close his suit. "How about we finish this tonight?" Smirking, you pat his chest lovingly. Now, he tilts his head teasingly. "We better do that." He licks his lips, reaches for his dick once, grabbing himself firmly before he leads you back to the garage.

[marquez-junky8920]

Would you to do promt 13 smut with Fabio please?

Christening

Moving is stressful... And try packing up almost an entire house by yourself while your husband is away from home traveling the world for his job. It was an exhausting job! But thankfully, Fabio was now home and could help do some of the heavy lifting of the boxes and the furniture into the moving trucks.

'Okay, kitchen is packed and in the truck. Should we get the mattress from the bed and take the bed apart? You said you wanted to spend tonight in the new house.' Fabio panted, hands on his hips as he wiped sweat from his forehead. You had to restrain yourself from feeling the v-line and abs that peeked out from underneath his shirt as he brought it to his forehead.

'Yeah. Let's do that. But let's do a water break first, yeah?' You said, wiping your own forehead to keep from having sweat drip into your eyes. You walked to the fridge and grabbed a couple of water bottles that you'd put in there earlier in anticipation of it being extremely hot while you moved things. "Also, remind me again why we decided to move in the dead of summer?" You panted, tossing your husband his water bottle and watching him chug almost the whole thing before he responded.

'We're fucking idiots. That's why.' He laughed, throwing the water bottle in the trash bag that was on the floor.

'Good point. Never thought of that one.' You chuckled, walking down the hallway to the master bedroom and assessing the bed you both had to take apart.

'If you grab my tools, I can take this apart and you can start on the bathroom.' He suggested.

'Are you sure?'

'Yes my love. I only have one tool to take all this apart, so it's kind of a one person job anyway.'

'I'd be good eye candy though.' You flirted, walking to the closet to grab his toolbag that he needed to take the bed apart.

'You make it sound to tempting to have you be my cheerleader. Although other things may come up that delay said taking apart of the bed.' he chuckled, grabbing the heavy toolbag from you and pulling you closer to him by your waist. He kissed your lips and smacked your ass before letting you go to walk to the bathroom and start packing.

About an hour later, the bathroom was packed with Fabio's help. Taking apart the bed went by far quicker than expected, so he pitched in and helped pack the rest of the items in the bathroom.

'Last part, the mattress.' He huffed, walking back in the house with you. You'd loaded up all of the bathroom boxes and pieces to the bed, now you just had the mattress left to put in the truck and that would finish your last load of the day.

'Ugh... I hate moving that fucking mattress.' A tired groan fell from your lips as you trudged behind him.

'We can just slide it on the tile and then pick it up to carry it through the garage and into the truck. Do you want to walk forward or backward?' He asked, standing the mattress up from it leaning on the wall.

'Either one sucks, but I'll walk forward.' You said, wiping more sweat from your brow before grabbing hold of the king sized mattress and sliding it through the house.

'Alright. Ready to lift?'

'Never.' Fabio laughed at your unamused response.

'1, 2, 3!' You both lifted the mattress together and waddled it to the truck, only setting it down when you got to the cargo door. Fabio stepped up into the truck and gripped the handle on the mattress (thank god that was there, because it would be immovable otherwise).

'Please be careful.' You said, ready to push up to get the mattress into the truck while he pulled it from the ground. He took a few breaths before pulling up as you pushed from the back to slide it. He grunted loudly, but the mattress was finally in the truck and leaned against the wall. Fabio jumped down and grabbed the strap to close the back of the truck before he locked it and caught his breath for a moment.

'I was built for endurance training, not strength. I fucking hate that thing.' He panted out a laugh as he watched you lay on the cool garage floor like a starfish.

'Let's get this to the new house so we can at least unload the bathroom stuff and the mattress.' He said, holding his hand out for you to take. You both loaded up in the truck and drove off to your new house. You felt a giddy feeling in your stomach on the drive over there. With you and Fabio being newly married, you felt like this was a new chapter of your lives together as one. A new house that was all yours as a couple and the first tangible thing that you and him bought together. You couldn't wait to start this new chapter of life with your handsome husband.

'Okay let's do the mattress first and get it over with. We're just gonna sleep on the mattress on the floor tonight because I'm not putting that frame together tonight.'

'You got it. Let's get this over with.' You said, clapping your hand with his as he opened the back of the truck. You squealed when the door opened and the mattress came falling at your face. Fabio ducked his head and you jumped backwards as the mattress plopped on the ground. With both of your jaws dropped, you looked at each other and just started laughing.

'Well, it did half the work for us.' Fabio shrugged and stood it up on its side before getting into position to walk backwards into the house. Still laughing, you tried your hardest to help but just couldn't stop the giggles that fell from you. Fabio stopped and smiled at you while shaking his head.

'Can we get this over with please?' He sighed with a blissful smile on his face.

'Y-yes. I'm sorry. I'm delirious right now.' You said, trying your hardest to hold in the laughter and finally succeeding. After the mattress was moved into the master bedroom, you pushed it to lay flat on the floor and went to grab the boxes of bathroom stuff from the back of the truck. Fabio grabbed your arm lightly.

'Hey, you sit and relax. I got the rest of the stuff." he said softly, kissing your hair before walking off.

'Pizza?'

'What?' He looked over his shoulder at you.

'Do you want pizza for dinner? We need to eat at some point.'

'Oh god yes please. Pizza sounds orgasmic right now.' He groaned as you followed him back to the truck to grab your wallet from the front seat.

'Are you saying that pizza gives you better orgasms than I do?' You challenged.

'There's never been any competition there and there never will be.' He smirked before hopping into the truck to grab the boxes. A few minutes later, the pizza was ordered and the wait wasn't very long. Thank god because you were both starving.

'Do you want to take a shower with me? We both need it.' You said, taking out all of the necessary things to shower.

'Yes. I can smell myself and it's not pleasant. I don't know how you've tolerated me this far.' He joked, grabbing towels from the box.

'It comes with the territory.' You teased, watching his jaw drop in feign offense. He got in the shower behind you and ogled at the space. It was a walk in shower that had 2 showerheads. Almost like a his and hers side and that was wonderful. There was nothing worse than taking a shower in a cramped space with no room to move.

'God I love this house.' He sighed under the warm water washing the sweat and dirt off of his skin.

'Me too. I can't wait until we get everything moved and setup. It's going to look amazing in here.' You could already imagine how the bedroom would be arranged. And the kitchen. Oh, and the spare bedroom for when family would come to visit! So many ideas were now running through your head...

The shower lasted a bit longer, only cut short by your stomach rumbling while Fabio was kissing your neck and running his hands along your wet breasts.

'Someone's hungry.' He chuckled, kissing your lips one last time before turning off the shower and grabbing your towel then his. Just then, the doorbell rang and you looked at each other.

'I can't answer the door!' You shrieked and watched him throw clothes all over the floor until he found a pair of shorts. He ran for the front door and grabbed the pizza delivery before coming back to the bathroom to finish.

'Goods are secured.'

'Awww babe...' You said in a voice that made Fabio stop and wonder what happened.

'What?'

'The plates are in a box buried inside the fucking truck.' You groaned.

'Love... That's what the pizza box is for. We can just eat out of that and call it good.' He said, coming over to kiss your lips and hover over them for a moment. 'I love you, wife.'

You couldn't help the smile that came to your face. 'I love you too, husband.'

'Let's go eat!' He said after you put your clothes on. Since no other furniture was moved into the house yet, he went and grabbed the pizza and 2 water bottles before walking back into the bedroom to you.

'Oooo that smells so good.' You could practically feel your stomach clawing it's way out of your body at the sight of what was probably the cheesiest pizza you'd ever seen in your life. Fabio setup his phone on the bed and played a show that you had been binge-watching together while you ate together.

By the time you finished, the entire pizza was gone thanks to the work of you and your husband's hungry stomachs. He put the empty box on the floor beside the bed and leaned back on the wall while you laid your head in his lap. You felt your eyelids turn as heavy as lead but Fabio's voice broke the silence over the show.

'Hey babe?'

'Hm?' You hummed, keeping your eyes closed but raising your eyebrows to show your interest.

'What do you say we christen the house tonight?' He suggested.

'...What?' You turned to look up at him. You didn't realize what he was talking about until you saw the shit eating grin on his face.

'You have the energy after today?' You asked.

'When it comes to you, always. Plus, it's been a long day, why don't we help each other out?' He smirked, slowly bringing his hand to the collar of the shirt you wore.

'I don't see why not.' You giggled when he tossed his phone on the floor, show still playing, as he pounced on top of you and began placing kisses all over your face. Eventually they slowed down and ended with a final kiss on your lips that turned into the best makeout session of your life. Fabio was one to always be slow and taunting with his kisses and you absolutely went crazy for them. He would explore your mouth with his tongue and nibble lightly on your lips just as he finished and went down to your neck. It made goosebumps rise along your entire body.

You let your hands roam along his arms and abs, silently thanking him for not putting a shirt back on after the shower. You could feel his hardening cock against your thigh and it twitched lightly when your nails scraped gently across his chest while he kissed you. He moved his hips in a way that aligned him perfectly with your slit and began thrusting, his tip hitting your clothed clit with each pass over. Whimpers fell effortlessly from your lips at the sensation and he broke the kiss to mouth at your neck for a moment. His tongue was always dangerous... He swirled it around just a few times before taking the skin of your neck between his teeth and nibbling lightly. He then drug his tongue from the valley of your breasts over to your left nipple, taking the hardened tip between his teeth and wrapping his lips around it to suck harshly. Your back arched into his touch and your hand came to play with the hair at the nape on his tan neck.

Luckily, you only put on a large t-shirt after your shower, so it made Fabio's job much much easier as he stripped you of your shirt and had you laying completely naked before him. He went right back down to your chest before placing languid kisses down your stomach and to the apex of your thighs. He situated himself with your legs over his shoulders and his arms wrapped around your thighs to where his hands could hold your hips down while he ate his favorite snack.

'God I love this view. I'm a lucky man.' He said lowly, slowly licking his way from your entrance up to your clit. He closed his lips around your clit and flicked his tongue at such a rapid pace that had you seeing stars quicker than ever before.

'Oh! Fuck, right there...' You sighed, arching your back as your hands went right for his blonde tipped hair to pull at it. He tightened his arms around your thighs so that you couldn't move away from him and began sucking even harder than before, loving the way that your body was contorting from the pleasure already. He laced his fingers with one of your hands as his other one inserted two fingers inside of you, curling them in a come hither motion. He knew that got your legs shaking pretty quickly.

'Oh my god I love your tongue. So good...' You chanted, gripping the sheets beneath you. Your hips moved in tandem with his fingers curling inside you and he held his mouth open while you slid your pussy against his tongue. 'Don't stop, please. Please don't stop.'

'Mm... I love it when you beg for me, love.' He smirked, blowing cool air onto your clit before flicking his tongue along it again.

'Oh god, right there! Fuck... I'm so close.' You whined out, arching your back when he pulled his fingers from you and spread your lips open. His tongue had no barriers to encounter now as he has you spread open for him. It seemed like he was spelling out the alphabet on your clit because he was absolutely driving you mad with that tongue of his. You felt the burning in your stomach become unbearable and felt the tension build and build and build until finally, it snapped. Your body tensed up, thighs closing around his head as his arms came to hold them tightly again. He continued to lap at your clit to ride you through your orgasm, only stopping when you pawed at his hair to pull him away since you were so sensitive.

'I love you.' You whispered before kissing his lips, tasting yourself on his tongue. You moaned into the kiss and reached down to slowly pull his shorts down to release his now leaking cock. As weird as it sounds, you'd never been with a man with as pretty of a dick as Fabio had. Not very many dicks are pretty, but somehow his was.

'Condom or no?' He asked, always the polite gentleman no matter the place or time.

'Does getting a condom require you to get up from the bed?'

'Yes. They're in my wallet.'

'Then fuck it. I don't care.' You sighed, meeting his lips once more and sighing when you felt him run his tip along your slit again. You'd never had sex with him without a condom before, much less another man. Feeling the skin to skin contact felt foreign, but extremely satisfying. It was almost like it brought you closer to him in a way.

He kneeled back on his knees and took hold of his cock, rubbing it through your soaked pussy and loving the way it coated him so easily. He slid it down one last time before putting it at your entrance and pushing himself into you. The feeling of him not having a condom on made you both moan in pleasure. With you already so wet, it didn't take him long to find a rhythm with you.

'Fuck you feel so good wrapped around me.' He groaned, nipping at the skin on your shoulder before bringing you into a kiss. He grabbed your throat and lightly applied pressure as he pulled away, his pace increasing as he did so. Skin slapping was echoing through the room and the lewd sound just made the puddle between your legs that much worse. Or better in Fabio's case.

'Oh my god yes, yes, yes...' You whined loudly, hearing your own strained voice as he choked you.

'Yeah? You love it when my hand is on your throat, don't you, cherie?' He smirked down at you as his other hand came to grab a handful of your breast and play with your nipple.

'Yes! I fucking love it, yes.'

'That's my good girl.' He bent down and mouthed at your neck for a moment before whispering in your ear. 'Get in doggy for me.'

He didn't have to tell you twice... You turned over onto your stomach, ass in the air and chest on the bed and you heard him curse to himself at the wetness now running down your thighs.

'You're so wet baby.' He said, running his fingers on your slit and watching your hips twitch. You'd already had one orgasm and he could tell you were close to another one. 'And sensitive too. Are you getting close?'

'Yes. Please Fabio... Please make me cum.' You begged, pushing your ass back against him hearing him chuckle darkly. He pushed himself back inside of you and a loud moan escaped from your mouth at the new feeling from this position.

'Oh fuck... You're so deep baby.' You sighed, sitting up on your hands and groaning when he took a handful of your hair.

'Moan for me. Let me know how good I'm treating this pussy.' He grunted, looking down at your body and where you were connected to him. Jesus... He couldn't last much longer with your ass up in the air for him. That was his ultimate weakness and it made him cum fast every single time.

'I love your dick. I love how you fuck me baby.' You whined, a squeal falling from your lips when he spanked you. He then wrapped his arm around your front, snaking his hand down to your clit and rubbing harsh circles on it.

'Oh! I l-love your fingers. I love you Fabio. Oh my fucking god!'

'Good girl. I can feel you getting tighter. Come on, cum for me. Cum on my dick.' He taunted, nipping at your shoulder blade as he watched your body shiver from oversensitivity. A string of moans dropped from your mouth as he continued to rub your clit while you came undone for him. He watched your delicate fingers grip the sheets, almost tearing hole in them while he continued his now shaky thrusts.

'Fuck you're gonna make me cum love.' He groaned, gasping at the end when you purposely tightened yourself around him. That was all he needed before he was tapping your thigh to rollover so that he could cum on your chest. Your hand came to stroke him through his orgasm, watching as his head was thrown back in pleasure and his abs contract with each white rope he released onto your chest. He looked down at you just in time to see you run a finger over your chest and lick his release like candy off of your finger. His eyes went about ten shades darker when he watched you do that.

'We already need to shower again, so shower sex is definitely happening.' He chuckled, grabbing your hand to help you off the bed and smacking your ass as you walked to the shower.

The irony in him saying "christen the house"... What you two did for the rest of the night was anything but holy...

END

[fabiochampioraro]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: MotoGP RPF, Motorcycling RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Fabio Quartararo/Maverick Viñales Characters: Maverick Viñales, Fabio Quartararo Additional Tags: Shameless Smut, Sexting, Phone Sex, Established Relationship, Anal Sex, New Year's Eve, Praise Kink, Fabio being his needy self, Mack is in love and horny Summary:

He’s laughing at some joke his cousin said until his phone vibrates in his pocket, shaking him from his thoughts. Maverick almost chokes on his glass of wine once as he swipes to open the message, he checks around him quickly to make sure that no one is peering over his shoulder and he looks back at the photo on his screen.

or NSFW Maverick is in the middle of a meeting and they read a text from Fabio stating that they're all alone and aroused,

[lxndonorris]

hi!!! could I get something about Fabio Quartararo? Anything you feel like writing about!! just nothing too smut. thank uuuu so much!

hi.

So, something fluffy? Or like just teasing? Its up to you!

I can do!.

Hopefully on tuesday its not that warm anymore and I feel comfortable sitting on my laptop haha.

I need to finish prompts first, but I keep that in mind.

If you have like a overall idea, feel free to tell me.