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bunny-jpeg · 1 month ago

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i have a prompt hehe it’s jenson x seb x kimi x reader. jenson convinces reader to wear a vibrator, but then seb and kimi find out and soon they’re tossing the remote between the three of them and not giving her a break, even in public 😩😩😩 she tries to grab it from one but he tosses it to someone else and she’s soooo overstimulated. shaky legs, tears, permanently hard nipples.

but of course she loves it too. maybe even lewis gets in on it later ;)

jenson button + sebastian vettel + kimi raikkonen with a small dash of lewis hamilton (set: 2012-ish era) - complete

i do accept prompts besides the bakery menu, the menu is there to help people figure out what they want a little easier! but, if you have an idea burning away in your brain and you want someone to write it. then hit me up! i'd love to write it for you!!

cw: smut/pwp, sex toys, needy!reader, over stimulation, crying kink, free use, groping, dirty talk, jealous!kimi, reporter!reader

this started with sebastian's cunning smile. with you on your back in his hotel room and your legs spread for him. the skirt you wore was on the on the floor and your nipples poked through the tight t-shirt you wore.

"you're going to be good for us, right?"

you nodded. sick desires often meant sick solutions. and you were happy to give these men anything they wanted. they could each have their own pretty model on their arm, but according to them, they can be rather prude.

however, the little reporter who seemed to get under their skin perfectly, was great to shove a toy in and have a little fun. and when sebastian got it between your thighs, secure in your pretty cunt. you held onto the covers a little as he thrusted it in and out for you a few times for extra measure.

he then tapped your cheek and waved the remote in your face, "today you're ours, right?" and you looked up at him, with a soft nod you signed over your fate. you'd be a good girl with three of the most powerful men in formula one.

it started normal. once you were in the media area you could feel the familiar weight of the toy inside of you. your pussy clenched around it as you walked around the paddock. you were all smiles like nothing was wrong.

you were surprised that the men were being so well behaved. but when you started to get curious, as part of the job. that was when the trouble started. you were too close to sebastian's car. while you tried to keep your glances from being too nosy, he could tell right away what you were doing. and when the toy started you felt a tremble in your knees as you tried not moan out loud.

you could feel the vibrations in your teeth. sebastian came closer and put his hands on your pretty clothed tits. he palmed them heavily when no one was watching.

"there she is. our little reporter." he chuckled as his fingers teased your nipples and you bit back a loud moan. he was always so rough with you, his hard cock poked your lower back. you were certain if he fucked you over the hood of the car it would probably be less stimulating than what you were feeling at that moment.

you felt hot all over, wishing you could strip yourself of your clothes. but wouldn't the be a scandal? you'd be stripped of all of your media passes and your job. but, you were certain that the three men who had a grasp on you would love that. if you went from reporter to pet. instead of asking the questions, you'd be on your knees. hard to ask for anything with thick cock in your mouth.

"you look so good." he chuckled as he continued to grope you. you held onto his strong forearms and felt the heat thrum in your body. it almost took it all of you to not topple over.

"seb." you swallowed. the vibrations made you shudder."

"aw, don't get upset there, beautiful." he said as he yanked at your hard nipples, "if i let you off early, then the others will get mad. and you don't want to see jenson all mad, right?"

you didn't last long. you never did. that was what made you so popular, any stimulation left you feeling like a live wire. you continued to grip onto sebastian as the toy continued to feel alive inside of you.

you quickly came and you almost ended up bent over the car. your cheeks felt like they were stained pink as you used the car for leverage. your legs were trembling, but you kept yourself upright. sebastian groped your ass one last time before he said, "don't get too nosy, schatz." he ran his fingers through your hair.

"seb.. please."

you wanted that damn remote, you felt like they loss privileges to freely use you. but before you could collect yourself, sebastian was whistling to himself as he left the area. acting like he wasn't hard.

the toy died between your legs and you felt able to continue with your day. even if the sun on your back felt more oppressive. and your nipples were sore under your top from sebastian's abuse on them.

"someone looks a little red." you heard lewis said.

"oh you know, it's just the weather. plus the plane ride here was hell, so it's just so much." you smiled at him as if the steady weight of a vibrator wasn't between your legs not knowing who the remote was with.

but that wouldn't be a mystery for long.

the toy started and you could feel kimi's gaze on your back. you reached for lewis to steady yourself, but made it seem like it was simply a friendly pat on the back.

lewis could feel kimi's gaze too, and looked down at you. he held his smile as he said, "is everything alright, seriously?"

you nodded, even though your body was heated once more. even though the mess between your legs felt soaked. and the toy nudged against your g-spot and it made you unsteady once more. you found your words as you said, "oh yeah, just a little too much sun." then flashed him a smile before you could hear the heavy steps of kimi's stride and his hand on your lower back.

"lewis, what are you doing with our little reporter. she was work to do." and you felt yourself cling to kimi a little harder. your knees felt like jelly as you held onto him.

lewis looked at you then kimi, "kimi, i'd be careful about getting too close to a reporter. you don't want her writing a hit piece on you." he laughed. even though you were certain that you were playing it off cool, lewis knew that kimi had you wrapped around his fingers. he was curious about how he was making you tremble so beautifully.

"of course, lewis." he chuckled, "but i don't think that she's that much of a troublemaker. don't you think, lewis."

you tried to keep eye contact with lewis but held onto kimi while the toy rumbled in your soaked cunt. lewis laughed and slapped the other man on the shoulder. he knew something that up, he could see it in your glassy eyes.

lewis turned away to go back to what he was doing. and you were almost on your knees. if it weren't for kimi's support on you. he held to you tightly and watched you shiver. with his hand in his pocket and held onto the remote. he watched your movements.

"don't stray off too far." kimi said, "remember, you belong to us. you're ours. no need to get too involved with anyone else." his other hand reached for your ass and you felt like you could easily pass out from the heated lust in your brain.

damn sebastian, damn kimi and damn jenson.

his hand groped your ass while you clung to him tightly. and his praise filled your brain, "good girl. see. you can be good for us."

you nodded pathetically and kimi placed a hot kiss onto your lips. you then came once more, and you had to hold onto kimi for support. your nose into his chest as you tried to keep yourself upright as you felt the after shivers of orgasm. you almost cried and when you looked up at kimi you had a few stray tears in your eyes.

kimi wiped them away and licked his thumb to taste your tears. he chuckled, "aw, so lovely. you look pretty when you cry." then combed his fingers through your hair.

when kimi left, you realized that he still had the remote in his hand. and while he kept in on for a little while longer which made you cling to the edge of a wall to keep some form of balance before the toy came to a stop and you could get some relief.

you panted heavily and tried to compose yourself before you attempted to go back to work. but the vibrations continued, sporadically. it left you digging your nails into your palms as you tried to go about your day.

you tried to ask kimi for the remote, but he didn't have it. instead he ruffled your hair and told you that couldn't help you. and sebastian didn't have it. so that meant one thing, jenson had it.

"jenson." you said as you reached for him. your hands into his racing jacket anf your face up against it. you whimpered as the vibrator continued to buzz between your thighs. you were heated and panting, "take it out. please. i can't work like this."

jenson took you by the behind and rubbed his hard cock up against your front. you tried to squirm out of his grasp. you whimpered and put your face into his chest. the vibrators could be felt in the back of your throat.

"oh.. i don't want to. you're a lot better like this." he said as he held onto your hip, only adding to the bruises that the other men left on you. you were a free use slut for their liking, "i like you better this way, you get into less trouble."

"jenson." you panted quietly as he groped your soft hips. he loved the fat on them, you were just so soft under his touch. so easy to bruise. you trembled against him and whimpered a little louder then with the other men. everything felt on high alert in your body.

he loved this.

you came for a final time, and you ended up on your knees. your hands planted on the concrete floor and you looked up at jenson with big tears in your eyes.

"please, jenson... i can't take anymore." you said pathetically. and if jenson had more time, he couldn't bruised that pretty throat of yours. but that would have to wait till tonight.

"i can't do that. not when you're so pretty. especially on your knees." he tapped your chin and could see the lack of focus in your gaze. dumb little girl.

he chuckled and pushed the hair out of your face. the vibrations died down once more. he left you like the others did when they made you cum, you didn't even have the remote. and you needed to get somewhere to decompress yourself. you felt hot all over and your brain felt over stimulated. being free use between these men was a bad idea. but you loved it.

it was a sick little obsession that made you feel hot in all the best ways. to have you go about your day with the toy nudged into your sweet pussy.

you were seated, thankful that the toy was turned off now. you panted heavily off to the side and pushed your hair out of your eyes. your cunt still kept the toy snug inside of you. the weight of it was almost comforting, but at least it was nice to not have it constantly buzz inside of you.

"thank fuck." you said to yourself, but then lurched forward to hold onto your knees. your eyes squeezed shut and you clenched onto your knees. you let out a small moan, and when you opened your eyes and looked up. it wasn't kimi, it wasn't jenson, it wasn't even the devil sebastian.

it was lewis hamilton who smiled at you with the remote in hand. he slowly turned up the volume and you were practically trembling like a leaf. you swallowed and said, "please."

he tapped you on top of the head with the remote and chuckled, "oh, you didn't complain when the others used you. why start now? at least if you give me what i want. you can get yours soon after." then put the remote down to get his cock out of his pants.

and you had no choice, hair out of your face and eyes closed. you went to work. you promised to be good after all. <3

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themultifanshipper · 8 months ago

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This is my main Masterlist

You can also check out my WIP Masterlist, Prompt list, series masterlist , GIF Blurbs and Halloween Event masterlist

Warning: these are all smut, see bottom of post for notes and answers to asks/thoughts.

Lando Norris

Landoscar Masterlist

The Bet (Lando's first win) ~ 2.2k

Podium celebration - carlandoscar xreader ~ 0.8k

More to love - Plussize!reader ~ 1.1k

Bend over - gn!reader ~ 0.6k (pt2) ~0.7k

The makeup artist - landoscar x reader ~2k

The untitled foursome - Carlos x Oscar x Lando x reader ~ 2.3k

Always the quiet ones - innocent!reader ~1.5k

Logan needs some love - Loscar x reader ft. Lando ~ 3.5k

How to tame your brat ~ 3.4k

Poker? I hardly know her! - landoscarxreader ~ 3.8k

Max Verstappen

Make the boy jealous ~ 1.3k

S(t)imulation racing ~ 1.6k

Hospital blues - driver!reader ~ 1k

Charles Leclerc

Post Race sex (with a twist) - gn!reader ~0.3k

You speak french ??? - gn!reader engineer!reader french!reader~ 1.5k

To a good blowie - Seb x reader ft. Charles ~5.5k (if you just wanna read Charles' part skip to 2019)

Making headlines - journalist!reader ~ 2.8k

"It is I, Leclerc" - ferrari!wife!reader ~ 1k

More than friends - driver!reader x Charlos ~ 4.8k

Perverts - OnlyFans!reader ~ 4.4k

Logan Sargeant

What are friends for? ~1.5k

Logan's Miami blues gn!reader ~0.4k

She's the best - loscalex x reader ~1.9k

Fastest laps - Max, George, Logan x reader (also feat. Lando & Charles) ~ 2k

Logan needs some love - Loscar x reader ft. Lando ~ 3.5k

Stress relief - Loscar x reader ~ 0.7k

George Russell

Love at first fuck ~0.7k

The problem with George - Galex+Lily ~ 2k

Familiar voice - raceengineer!reader ~ 1.4k

Make you a mother ~ 1.6k

Oscar Piastri

Landoscar Masterlist

Podium celebration - carlandoscar xreader ~ 0.8k

She's the best - loscalex x reader ~1.9k

Good Friend ~ 1.2k

Rivalry is the best aphrodisiac ~ 2k

The makeup artist - landoscar x reader ~2k

Take it out on my puss me ~ 1.6k

The untitled foursome - Carlos x Oscar x Lando x reader ~ 2.3k

The video ~ 1.3k

Too tired to get naked - gn!driver!reader ~ 0.7k

Logan needs some love - Loscar x reader ft. Lando ~ 3.5k

Hidden depravity -innocent!reader ~1.9k part2

Stress relief - Loscar x reader ~ 0.7k

I hate you (Oscar's version) - ex!reader ~ 3k

Perfect to me - pregnant!reader ~ 1.3k

Punishment - Carcar ~ 2k

Poker? I hardly know her! - landoscarxreader ~ 3.8k

Golf lessons - Carcar ~ 2.7k

Mr Army Man - Military!Oscar & reader ~ 3.6k

Fernando Alonso

Giving head - gn!reader ~ 0.420k

Something in the air that night ~ 2k

Liam Lawson

I hate you (Liam's version) - gn!reader ~ 1.6k

Idiots - lawsunoda ~ 4.5k

Carlos Sainz

Podium celebration - carlandoscar x reader ~0.8k

Not in the mood ~ 2k

The untitled foursome - Carlos x Oscar x Lando x reader ~ 2.3k

More than friends - driver!reader x Charlos ~ 4.8k

Punishment - Carcar ~ 2k

Golf Lessons - Carcar ~ 2.6k

Yuki Tsunoda

Anniversary dinner ~ 1.3k

Insatiable - Nyukierre ~ 1.6k

Idiots - lawsunoda ~ 4.5k

Alex Albon

She's the best - loscalex x reader ~1.9k

The hitman and the spy ~ 2.4k

The problem with George - Galex+Lily ~ 2k

Sebastian Vettel

Never say 'no' to a good blowie - ft. 3 very special guests ~5.5k

I hate you (Sebastian's version) ~ 1.4k

I love hate you (alternate version) ~ 1.9k

Brother's best friend - Button!reader ~ 2.5k

Two for the price of one - Seb & Jenson x Webber!reader ~ 1.9k

Pierre Gasly

Insatiable - Nyukierre ~1.6k

Daniel Ricciardo

I hate you (Danny's version) - Verstappen!reader ~ 2.6k

Ollie Bearman

All tied up - 1.1k

Other drivers:

•Mark Webber - in Never say no to a good blowie (2013 part)

•Kimi Räikönnen - in Never say no to a good blowie (2017 part)

•Nyck de Vries - in Insatiable (poly with Pierre and Yuki)

•Jenson Button - The PR nightmare ~ 2.9k

•Jenson Button - in Two for the price of one

Thoughts/asks:

-> George is a boob man, pass it on

-> Oscar needs to get fucked until he cries

-> Oscar has a hand kink

-> Writing an explicit song about your bf

-> Using his wealth to have fun wherever you want

-> Are they service tops/doms?

-> more top/bottom discourse

-> Cuddles and kisses with needy Oscar

-> Pegging Lando ft. Oscar

Notes:

See my rules for requesting in the wip masterlist

Even though my reader characters usually have vaginas, I do my best to not gender them so anyone can read them (I also never talk about weight, height or skin colour).

I also have a few actual gender neutral works that are clearly marked above, or you can look for them in the tag # gn reader :)

Also I don't use names or Y/N or anything bc i hate writing with that even though i don't mind reading it (idk i'm weird like that)

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aceyalonso · 2 months ago

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playing with ice - KIMI RAIKKONEN

pairing : kimi raikkonen x wife!reader kinktober day 11 - temperature play

summary : y/n knew that marrying the so-called "iceman" of formula 1 certainly has its hot and cold times, especially when it's kimi using ice cubes in the bedroom

warnings/notes : swearing, smut, temperature play (ice cubes he puts it somewhere where the sun doesn't shine), reader is sensitive in this, nipple play, fingering, oral (fem!receiving), slightly mean kimi (he has his moments guys), praise kink, restraints (handcuffs), slight dacryphilia, begging, overstimulation

word count : 3.1k

a/n : bwoah

main masterlist | kinktober masterlist

Kimi entered the bedroom, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he approached the bed where Y/n lay restrained by the handcuffs. The metal clinked softly as he set the bowl of ice cubes down on the nightstand.

"Are you ready?" Kimi asked with a smirk, his deep voice sending a shiver down Y/n's spine despite the warmth of the room.

Y/n swallowed hard, her heart racing with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. She tested the restraints, the cold metal biting into her wrists as she tugged at them futilely. "I... I think so," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.

Kimi chuckled, the sound low and dark. He picked up an ice cube between his fingers, admiring how the light caught the crystal-clear surface. "Let's see how much you can take," he murmured, before slowly trailing the ice cube down Y/n's neck, leaving a glistening path on her skin.

Y/n gasped as the cold ice cube glided over her sensitive skin, goosebumps rising in its wake. Kimi continued his torturously slow descent, tracing the ice along her collarbone and down between her breasts.

"P-please..." Y/n whimpered, unsure if she was begging him to stop or to continue. Her body was already responding to his touch, nipples hardening into stiff peaks.

Kimi smirked at her reaction, clearly enjoying the power he held over her in that moment. He circled a nipple with the ice, watching in fascination as it puckered even tighter.

"You like that, don't you?" he rumbled, his voice a deep purr. "Your body is so honest, even if your mouth tries to lie."

He popped the ice cube into his mouth, sucking on it for a moment before leaning down to capture Y/n's lips in a searing kiss. The cold ice mingled with the heat of his tongue as he plundered her mouth, swallowing her moans.

Kimi broke the kiss, pausing for a moment, considering his next move. His gaze lingered on Y/n's pert nipples, still glistening from the trail of the ice cube. With a wicked grin, he selected another cube from the bowl.

Slowly, teasingly, he dragged the ice over one hardened peak, circling it until Y/n was squirming against her restraints. Her breath came in short, needy gasps, her body arching as much as the handcuffs would allow.

"Kimi, please..." she whined, unsure what exactly she was begging for. The cold sensation was maddening, sending jolts of pleasure-pain straight to her core.

Chuckling darkly, Kimi leaned down and took the other nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. He suckled hard, grazing it with his teeth, before releasing it with a wet pop.

Y/n's chest heaved as Kimi released her nipple, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat of his mouth. Her skin was flushed, a rosy hue spreading across her breasts and down her stomach.

Kimi sat back, admiring his handiwork with a satisfied smirk. He reached for another ice cube, holding it up to the light. "I wonder," he mused, his voice low and thoughtful, "how long it would take for you to break."

He trailed the ice down Y/n's sternum, over her belly button, and lower still. Y/n's hips bucked involuntarily, seeking friction, but Kimi avoided her most sensitive areas with a maddening precision.

"You're so responsive," he purred, circling her navel with the ice. "I can practically feel how wet you are just from this."

To emphasize his point, he dipped a finger between her thighs, finding her slick and ready. Y/n let out a desperate whine, tugging at the handcuffs until her wrists ached.

Y/n's pleas grew more urgent as Kimi teased her mercilessly, the ice leaving a glistening trail on her heated skin. "Please, Kimi," she gasped out, her hips rolling shamelessly against his hand. "I need more, I need..."

Her words were cut off by a sharp slap to her sensitive core, the stinging pain blossoming into a throbbing ache. Y/n yelped, her body jolting against the restraints.

"Patience," Kimi growled, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs. "Begging won't get you what you want. In fact, it might just make me change my mind about letting you cum at all."

He punctuated his warning with another slap, this one harder than the last. Y/n cried out, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. The pain was exquisite, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through her.

"I'm sorry," she whimpered, her voice trembling. "I'll be good, I promise. Just please, don't stop."

His eyes narrowed as he considered Y/n's desperate plea. He traced a finger along her jawline, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. "Maybe," he mused, his voice a low rumble, "if you can stay perfectly still, I'll consider letting you cum."

Y/n's breath hitched, her body trembling with the effort to hold herself motionless. Every fiber of her being ached to move, to seek more of Kimi's touch, but she knew the consequences of disobedience.

Kimi watched her struggle, a sadistic gleam in his eye. He reached for another ice cube, holding it just above her chest. "Don't move," he warned, his tone brooking no argument.

Slowly, torturously, he lowered the ice, letting it melt and drip onto Y/n's skin. The cold droplets trailed down her sternum, over her belly, and pooled in her navel. Y/n whimpered, her muscles quivering with the strain of keeping still.

Just as Y/n thought she might be able to maintain her composure, Kimi suddenly pressed the ice cube directly against her sensitive clit. The shock of the cold against her most intimate area caused Y/n to jolt violently, a strangled cry escaping her lips.

"Ah!" she gasped, her hips bucking reflexively. The movement was small, but it was enough.

Kimi's eyes flashed with a mix of disappointment and dark amusement. He removed the ice cube, tossing it aside carelessly. "Too bad," he said, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Looks like you've lost your chance to cum tonight."

Y/n's heart sank, despair washing over her. She had been so close, so desperate for release. Now, it seemed, that opportunity was gone forever.

"Please, Kimi," she begged, tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to move. I'll do anything, just please let me cum."

Kimi stood up from the bed, looming over Y/n's restrained form. He reached for the key to the handcuffs, a wicked smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

Just as Y/n thought he was about to release her, Kimi paused. He tapped a finger against his chin, pretending to consider her desperate pleas.

"You know," he mused, his voice dripping with false concern, "I might be willing to compromise. If you're really that desperate to cum, maybe we can work something out."

Y/n's heart leaped, a flicker of hope igniting in her chest. She nodded eagerly, willing to do almost anything at this point. "Yes," she breathed, her voice trembling with anticipation. "Anything, just please..."

Kimi's eyes glinted with a sadistic gleam as he considered Y/n's desperate pleas. He leaned down, his face mere inches from hers. "I have a proposition for you," he purred, his breath hot against her skin. "If you want to cum so badly, I'll put an ice cube inside your pussy. Just to see how much you can really take."

Y/n's eyes widened, a mix of shock and excitement coursing through her. The idea was both terrifying and thrilling, the thought of the cold ice against her most intimate parts sending a shiver down her spine.

"Do we have a deal?" Kimi asked, his voice a low rumble. "Put the ice inside, and I'll let you cum. Refuse, and you'll spend the rest of the night aching and unsatisfied."

Y/n swallowed hard, her mind racing with the possibilities. She knew it would be intense, perhaps even painful, but the promise of release was too tempting to resist.

Y/n nodded eagerly, her heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. "Yes," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll do it."

Kimi smiled, a genuine warmth spreading across his features. He leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, a rare display of affection. "Good girl," he murmured, before reaching for the key to the handcuffs.

The metal clinked as he unlocked the restraints, freeing Y/n from her bonds. She rubbed her wrists, the circulation returning to her numb fingers.

"Here," Kimi said, handing her a pillow. "I'm feeling sorry for you. You can hold onto this while I... experiment."

Y/n clutched the pillow to her chest, grateful for the small comfort. She watched as Kimi reached for the bowl of ice cubes, her breath catching in her throat as he selected a particularly large one.

Kimi knelt between Y/n's spread legs, the ice cube glinting in his hand. He looked up at her, his dark eyes boring into hers with an intensity that made her shiver.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

Y/n swallowed hard, her grip tightening on the pillow. She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Her body was tense, every muscle coiled with anticipation.

Kimi's gaze dropped to her exposed sex, a wicked smile curving his lips. "Remember," he purred, "if you want to cum, you have to put the whole thing inside."

With that, he leaned forward, his breath ghosting over her sensitive flesh. Y/n whimpered, her hips twitching involuntarily.

Slowly, teasingly, Kimi trailed the ice cube along her slit, the cold sensation sending jolts of pleasure-pain through her core. Y/n gasped, her head falling back against the pillow.

Y/n gasped as the ice made contact with her most intimate area, the cold sensation, unlike anything she had ever experienced before. "F-fucking cold," she stammered, her teeth chattering slightly.

Kimi chuckled, a dark and wicked sound. He continued his torturous ministrations, circling her entrance with the ice, teasing her with the promise of penetration.

"That's it," he coaxed, his voice a low rumble. "Just relax and let it happen."

Y/n tried to do as he said, but her body was tense, resisting the foreign intrusion. Kimi pressed a little harder, the ice beginning to slip inside her.

Y/n let out a strangled cry, her hips bucking involuntarily. The cold was intense, sending shockwaves of pleasure-pain rippling through her core.

"Kimi, please," she whimpered, unsure if she was begging him to stop or to continue. "I-I don't know if I can..."

His eyes narrowed, a flicker of disappointment crossing his features. "You already said yes," he reminded her, his voice firm. "You can't back out now, especially when you're doing so well."

Y/n bit her lip, her body trembling with the effort to relax. She knew he was right, but the intensity of the sensation was overwhelming.

"Just breathe," Kimi coaxed, his free hand coming up to rub soothing circles on her thigh. "Focus on the pleasure, not the cold."

Y/n tried to do as he said, taking deep breaths in through her nose and out through her mouth. Slowly, gradually, she felt her body beginning to accept the intrusion.

Kimi watched her closely, gauging her reactions. When he was satisfied that she was ready, he began to push the ice cube deeper, his movements slow and deliberate.

Y/n let out a long, low moan as the cold filled her, stretching her in ways she had never experienced before. It was intense, almost too much, but beneath the discomfort was a growing sense of pleasure, building with each passing second.

Kimi's eyes darkened with lust as he watched Y/n squirm and moan, the ice cube buried deep inside her. "See, you can take it so well," he purred, his voice a low rumble. "Such a good girl for me."

With his free hand, he began to stroke her sensitive folds, his fingers gliding easily through the slickness of her arousal. Y/n gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily as he found her clit, circling the swollen nub with a maddening precision.

The combination of the cold ice and Kimi's skilled fingers was almost too much to bear. Y/n's head thrashed against the pillow, her body torn between the desire to escape the intensity and the need to chase the impending pleasure.

"Kimi, please," she whimpered, her voice high and needy. "I-I think I'm going to..."

Kimi grinned, a wicked glint in his eye. He pushed the ice cube as deep as it would go, the cold pressure against her inner walls sending Y/n over the edge.

As Y/n's orgasm crashed over her, Kimi continued to work his fingers, drawing out her pleasure. He could feel the ice cube melting inside her, the cold water mixing with her own arousal.

Her body shook and spasmed, her inner walls clenching around the ice and Kimi's fingers. She cried out, her voice raw and desperate, as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her.

"That's it," Kimi growled, his own arousal straining against the confines of his pants. "Cum for me, baby. Let go."

Y/n's nails dug into the pillow, her knuckles white with the force of her grip. She was lost in the sensation, her mind blanking out everything but the feeling of Kimi's touch and the cold, melting ice inside her.

As her orgasm began to subside, Kimi slowly withdrew his fingers, a satisfied smirk on his face. He watched as Y/n collapsed back against the bed, her chest heaving with exertion.

Kimi gazed down at Y/n, a mix of pride and affection in his eyes. "You did so well," he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. "You deserve to cum again."

With that, he lowered his head between her thighs, his warm breath ghosting over her sensitive flesh. Y/n gasped, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her previous orgasm.

Kimi's tongue delved into her folds, lapping at the mixture of her arousal and the melted ice. The contrast of the cold and his warm mouth sent shivers down Y/n's spine, her hips bucking involuntarily against his face.

He worked her with a skillful precision, his tongue circling her clit before dipping inside her, teasing her with the promise of more. Y/n's hands flew to his hair, tangling in the dark strands as she pulled him closer.

"Kimi, yes," she moaned, her voice breathy and needy. "Don't stop, please don't stop."

He continued his assault on Y/n's sensitive flesh, his tongue delving deep and swirling around her most intimate parts. Y/n's body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure.

Tears streamed down her face, the intensity of the sensations overwhelming her. She was so sensitive, every touch, every lick sending shockwaves through her core.

"Kimi, it's so good," she sobbed, her voice broken and raw. "I can't take it, I'm going to... I'm going to..."

Her words dissolved into incoherent moans as Kimi redoubled his efforts, his hands gripping her thighs to hold her open. Y/n's legs trembled, her muscles tensing as she teetered on the brink of another orgasm.

Y/n's body convulsed, her back arching off the bed as another powerful orgasm ripped through her. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she cried out, her voice a hoarse scream. "Kimi, I can't... I can't take anymore!"

But Kimi didn't relent, his tongue and lips working her through the intense waves of pleasure. Y/n's hands scrabbled at the sheets, her knuckles white as she gripped the fabric for dear life.

Her legs shook uncontrollably, the muscles tensing and releasing as she rode out the aftershocks. Kimi held her steady, his strong hands keeping her open and exposed to his relentless ministrations.

Y/n's sobs mingled with her moans, the sounds spilling from her lips in a desperate symphony. She was lost in the sensation, her mind blanking out everything but the feeling of Kimi's mouth on her pussy.

As Y/n's body shook and convulsed, her orgasm bordering on too intense, Kimi finally relented. He pulled back, his mouth leaving her sensitive flesh with a wet pop.

Her eyes were glassy and unfocused, her chest heaving with ragged breaths. Kimi cupped her face, his thumbs brushing away the tears that streamed down her cheeks.

"Hey," Kimi murmured, his voice soft and soothing. "Stay with me, baby. I've got you."

Y/n blinked, her vision slowly clearing as she focused on Kimi's face. His dark eyes were filled with concern, his brow furrowed with worry.

She nodded weakly, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her intense orgasms. Kimi's hands were gentle as they stroked her hair, his touch a comforting anchor in the midst of the overwhelming sensations.

"I'm here," he whispered, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. "I've got you, and I'm not going anywhere."

Kimi held Y/n close, his arms wrapping around her trembling form. He could feel her heart racing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she struggled to calm herself.

"Shh, it's okay," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "Just breathe, nice and slow. In and out, nice and easy."

Y/n nodded, trying to follow his instructions. She focused on Kimi's voice, using it as a guide to regulate her breathing. Gradually, her breaths evened out, the tremors in her body subsiding to a slight shiver.

Kimi continued to hold her, his hands rubbing soothing circles on her back. He pressed soft kisses to her temple, her cheek, her jaw, offering her comfort and reassurance.

As Y/n's breathing returned to normal, Kimi pulled back slightly, his dark eyes searching her face. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. "Was I too much?"

She shook her head, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "No, it felt good," she assured him, her voice still slightly breathless. "I just didn't anticipate how... stimulating it would be."

Kimi's expression softened, a hint of pride and satisfaction in his gaze. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. "But next time, we'll take it a little slower. I don't want to overwhelm you."

Y/n nodded slowly, a wave of exhaustion washing over her. The intense orgasms, combined with the emotional rollercoaster of the evening, had left her feeling drained and sleepy.

He noticed her fatigue, his brow furrowing with concern. "You should rest," he said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "You've been through a lot tonight."

She leaned into his touch, her eyelids fluttering closed. "Okay," she murmured, her voice heavy with sleep. "I think I need to sleep."

Kimi helped her sit up, supporting her as she leaned against the headboard. He pulled the covers over her, tucking her in with a gentle hand.

"Sleep well, my love," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "I'll clean you up while you sleep."

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whorekneecentral · 1 year ago

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Only The Best For You

Kimi Raikkonen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: dad's best friend!kimi, reader is 20/21 - reader is old enough to make her own decisions, your dad isn't pleased with the gift, one mention of alcohol and one mention of death, sexual tension, kinda power imbalance, kimi gives into the intrusive thoughts, nipple play, fingering for like 0.2 seconds, one use of the word 'daddy' in a sexual way, penetrative sex (p in v), gagging, finger sucking, 'whore' used in a sexual/degrading term.

Word Count: 2,400

Author's Note: for all my dad best friend freaks and the kimi whores, this one's for you <3 -- also ignore that it's gucci in the pic but it's something different in the fic loool I couldn't find a different pic I liked.

merry smutmas series

Kimi spends the holidays with his old friends. He doesn’t forget you; bringing you exactly what you had been wishing for and you make sure to thank him.. properly.

An old L/N family tradition.

Since you were a child, your parents and grandparents allowed you to open one gift from them on Christmas eve, letting you enjoy the magic of Christmas a few hours early.

You were grown up now, in college and your grandparents had sadly passed on but your parents kept the tradition going. You had come home for Christmas break and it was Christmas Eve. Your parents have just finished dinner and you have moved to the living room.

It was yourself, your parents and your dad's best friend, Kimi. You had known Kimi your whole life practically but he was always away racing so you never saw much of him until lately, now that he's officially retired - for good this time.

"Shall we open gifts?" Your father asks, walking into the living room. He passed a glass of what looks like whiskey to Kimi, who was next to you, before sitting beside your mother.

She looks over at her husband. "Honey, isn't she too grown for that?"

Your father rolls his eyes, shaking his head. "It's a family tradition, now hush. Go pick a present."

Your mum picks first, picking one from your father that just so happened to be the new perfume she wanted. Your father was next and he picked out one from you. It's a story book he used to read to you as a kid, you had written all of your favourite memories of the two of you inside of it. You made him cry, both you and Kimi laughing about that.

"Go ahead, sweetheart." Your father nods towards the tree, you move from the couch to the floor, kneeling in front of the tree to pick out a gift.

A gift sticks out to you; red wrapping paper with little elves of it and your name written in cursive across the front of it. You pick it up, shaking it a bit to see what was in it.

It felt hard, as if it was a box. You looked towards your parents, "is it from you guys?"

Your dad looks towards your mom; she took care of all of the holiday shopping. The woman shakes her head, "it's not from us, sweetie."

The gift on your lap when you glance over your shoulder at Kimi. He gives you a small smile, so small you almost miss it.

He nods towards the gift, waiting for you to open it. You rip the wrapping paper very carefully, revealing the red box underneath; the gold lettering was cursive - Cartier.

Your jaw was already dropping, looking back at the man. "You didn't," you say and he nods again, waiting for you to open the box to see what was inside.

"Kimi, what did you do?" Your mother asks, looking over at your father. He was never one for brands or jewellery, he didn't realize that buying something there automatically was an expensive purchase.

Lifting the cover carefully, the velvet black fabric inside the box held a white gold chain, blue sapphires set along the entire thing.

If your jaw wasn't already on the floor, it would be now. "Kimi!" You turned to face the man, setting the box on the couch carefully. "You did not!"

"I did," he nods. He's always been a man of very few words; more of an action rather than words type of guy.

"What is it?" Your father asks and you hand the red box over to him for him to see.

He shows your mother as he holds the box, he doesn't realize that he's holding a little over €40,000 in his hands at the moment. "Oh Kimi, it's beautiful." Your mother gushes, handing it back over to you.

You were still on the floor, admiring the necklace in the box. "Well, turn around." Kimi says and you do, sitting just between his legs.

He reaches over to take the box from you and carefully takes the chain out of its box before you lift your hair. Kimi leans forwards and you can feel his fingers brush against your skin and his breath on your shoulders when he loops it around your neck and hooks the clasp.

"It looks gorgeous on you, darling." Your mom says, smiling at you.

Your phone's in one hand and your other hand gently touches the chain, straightening it as you admired how it looked on you. "Kimi, this is too much. It's so expensive." You whisper to him and he shrugs.

"How expensive are we talking?" Your father finally speaks, looking over at his friend.

Kimi answers nonchalantly; "Like.. €40,000."

Your father instantly sits up, his jaw hanging open. "What?! Kimi, are you out of your mind?"

"Please," he looks over at his friend in disapproval. His hand rests on your shoulder, his thumb passing over your soft skin. "She's a good girl, she deserves it."

You can't help but shift a bit when he calls you a good girl, the words hitting you right where you shouldn't. It was wrong, he was your father's friend and you were.. well, you were attracted to him. You couldn't deny it; Kimi was an attractive man and despite his lack of words, he was very charming.

"Y/n, say thank you. You can't not say it when he's spent so much." Your father tells you, and you turn around to face Kimi.

"Thank you, Kimi," you smiled at him, sitting on your knees when you reached up to give the man a hug. His arms wrapped around you, his warm hand pressed to your back. "You're welcome, angel."

Another nickname that hits you in all the wrong places.

As the night goes on, your parents head up for bed as do you. Kimi was the last one to bed from your understanding and as the house grew quiet, you tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

You find yourself sat on your bed, pjs on - a tank top and a pair of shorts with a €40,000 chain around your neck.

It was nearing 3am, the witching hours as your mum says. You find yourself getting up and heading downstairs. The initial thought was to go to the kitchen and get a glass of water but you got side tracked when you see a light coming from Kimi's room.

You knock, peeking around the space left between the door frame and the actual door. "Come in," he waves to you and you step in, shutting the doors behind you. The TV was on, a rerun of some show you couldn't quite place was on.

"What are you doing up?" He asks, glancing at his phone to check the time. "Do you know how late it is?"

"I couldn't sleep," you tell him, looking over at the TV. "Can I join you?"

He shrugs, nodding towards the empty space next to him. You quietly make your way over, sitting next to him on the bed. Kimi don't miss the way your shorts hike up when you crawl over to the empty spot; it's so wrong for him to be looking at you like that but can you blame the man? You were gorgeous and you were in his bed after all.

The two of you sit quietly, watching as the show rolls on into another episode. You unconsciously play with the chain, shifting it back and forth slowly.

Kimi looks over at you, smiling to himself; you were the picture of beauty.

"You're staring," you mumble, glancing at him. He smiles, like actually smiles. "You're beautiful."

Your cheeks are red, you hope that the light coming from the tv isn't bright enough for him to realize that just yet.

"It looks good on you," he says, "like it was made for you."

"Blue has always been my favourite colour." You smiled, glancing down at the chain. "Did you pick it yourself?"

He nods, "I saw it and thought of you, I figured you'd like it."

"I do, very much." You look over at him, Kimi smiles at you and your hand shifts from your thigh to his, rubbing along it softly. Kimi's brows furrow ever so slightly. He doesn't say anything, hoping that you'd stop if he ignores it.

You were persistent.

Your hand travels higher, about to rub over the ever so evident bulge in his shorts but Kimi catches your hand, holding your wrist. "We can't, y/n."

"Why not?"

"It's wrong," he whispers, glancing at the door - you weren't sure if he wanted you to leave or if he was catching to see if it was locked. You wiggle your hand from his grasp, Kimi lets out a small breath of relief; see, the man was stupid enough to think you were stopping.

You didn't stop. Instead, you got on his lap, straddling him with your hands on his shoulders. Kimi's hand rests on your lower back as he looks at you.

"Let me thank you properly," you whisper, lips ghosting over his.

Kimi reaches up, his lips pressed to yours but he's yet to kiss you. "You don't have too."

"I want to.. I want you," you mumbled, finally kissing the man. Your hand cupping his jaw, Kimi's hand slips under the tank top you had on and slides up your back to undo your bra but finds you don't have one on.

Kimi pushes the straps of your tank top down off your shoulders. You sat comfortably on his lap, letting him have his way with you and the man wanted one thing. He leans forward, arms wrapped around you as his lips wrap around your nipple.

“Kimi, fuck- please.” You mumble, your hand tangled in his blonde hair, tugging on it. As such as you loved the attention, you needed him.

He glances up at you, watching as your eyes fluttered shut. He groans when you pull on his hair a little harder but what's a little pain when he's making you feel good?

It was heavy, heated.

His hands on your body, pulling you over and onto him. You were perched on his lap, Kimi's hands on your ass when he kissed you again.

Not a word is spoken between the two of you and what little clothes you had on was gathered in a pile on the floor when he rolls you two over. You were flat on your back with Kimi settled between your legs.

“Please,” your hand rested on his jaw, “daddy, please.”

The pet name makes his cock twitch; it's sinful, so sinful in so many ways but he couldn't care less. You drove him mad.

His hand slips between the two of you, his fingers rubbing slow circles on your clit. Your hips lift, wanting more from him.

Kimi’s hand wandered a little lower, a finger pushed in slowly. He can feel how wet you are, wrapped around his finger and he smiles.

He moves his finger slowly, curling it. He takes pleasure in watching you, seeing how your face twists and how your body reacts to his touch.

"Please," you whimpered, "don't make me wait."

Kimi can't bring himself to say no to you.

He sits, pushing his shorts down and you get the hint, getting on top of him. Your hands grip on his shoulders, balancing yourself. Your knees on either side of his lap, Kimi's hand reaches under you to help you, the tip of his cock brushing against your clit, making your hip shift forward a bit. His free hand on your hip as you sink down onto him, his name tumbling from your lips.

You take a moment to get used to the feeling, your eyes fluttering shut as he rubs along your lower back, leaning into you to kiss down your neck.

You rock your hips forward and Kimi's head drops back, his eyes now closed. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” His hand pats your hip, “made just for me.” He tells you, your lips now on his neck - a trail of marks and sloppy kisses being left along his neck.

He pulls one of your legs up forward, pulling you down further. “Fuck,” you breathe, his thrusts faster and harder. How you wished you could scream his name right now. Kimi's hand drops between the two of you, rubbing your clit.

Your head falls back, manicured nails digging into his pale skin when he hits the spot he was looking for. He watches as you bounce on his lap, the sapphires around your neck bouncing in rhythm with you. His fingers that were previous on your clit now shoved into your mouth to muffle the sounds tumbling from your lips.

Your brows furrowed, an excited look on your face despite it all. You can feel his cock twitch in you, his lips next to your ear when he leans in.

"You've got to be quiet, angel. Wouldn't want them to catch you being a whore for me, hm?

You mumble something along an okay, your hips bucking, telling him you want more. Your tongue laps around his fingers, Kimi watches as you suck on them. There's a wicked smile on his face, his hips lifting to meet you halfway.

He lets you take over, setting the pace and using him for your own pleasure. Kimi leans forward as his lips wrap around your nipple. His tongue lapped over your nipple, biting on it softy; just enough to get you to arch your back, pushing into him.

“Come on darling,” he mumbles against your skin, now kissing up to your collarbone. Kimi's hand behind your neck to pull you down for a kiss. “Want you to cum for me.”

His arms wrap around you when you drop against him, your face buried against his shoulder, biting down to muffle the sounds. “Good girl,” he hums, rubbing your back.

Your heart beats out of your chest as you catch your breath. Kimi smiles, kissing along your shoulder. "Feel good?" He asks and you mumble something, your head resting on his shoulder.

"I take it I should spoil you more often, hm?" He chuckles, making you smile when you sit up. Kimi straightens your necklace, kissing your chin.

You shake your head and smile. "Don't have to spoil me for me to do that."

Kimi smiles at you, giving you a kiss. "Merry Christmas, y/n."

"Merry Christmas, Kimi."

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annewithaneofthegreengable · 2 months ago

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Kinktober - Day 24

24th — thigh riding, Kimi Räikkönen

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Prompt: You have been his manager for the last 2 seasons, and it’s safe to say that you’ve grown a little crush on him. Now you are on your way to his driver’s room after a race to talk about his upcoming interviews.

Kimi was shocked when you'd sat on his thigh, your legs on either side of him as you began to grind yourself against his leg and moaned his name out. He hadn't been expecting it but it was safe to say it was a pleasant surprise and he smirked down at you, watching you grind against him as though you were some kind of horny dog.

"Kimi, the interviews... the... interviews..." you stammered, trying to keep your mind on the task at hand. You buried your face into his neck as you continued to grind yourself on his lap, your hips bucking against his with an urgency that was unmatched.

"I can feel you through my pants, sweetheart," He chuckled deeply, his voice was so close to your ear that it sent shivers up and down your spine and left you whining out. You nodded your head in response to him, not being able to find the words as you continued to grind yourself against him. The fabric of his pants did wonders to your clit as you moaned his name out loudly. The whole sensation made you feel as though you were floating on cloud nine, Kimi's fingers dug into your hips as he pulled you harder against him, the pressure building to an almost unbearable level. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against your ear. "Do I turn you on that much? That you have to hump my leg like some kind of needy dog?" He laughs softly at you and you glare at him, hiding your face in his neck as you do your best not to get embarrassed by the comments. You couldn't help it, he'd left you needy all day and this was the first time either of you was getting with one another.

“K-Kimi," You moaned out as he slowly slid his hand up to your neck and squeezed softly making you stare back at him,

"Answer my question," He ordered before you moaned out loudly,

"Y-Yes! You make m-me that horny." You moaned before he released your neck and let you continue with your desperate grinding. You whimpered as you felt a tightening happening in your stomach, you'd never done this with anyone before and you were surprised you were close.

Kimi smirked at your desperate admission, his eyes darkening with lust as he watched you writhe on his lap. “Good girl. I'm glad I can make you so fucking needy. You want to cum?" He questioned, raising his eyebrow at you as he suddenly freed your breasts and began to massage them roughly in his hands.

"Make yourself cum all over my fucking thigh, go on." He urged as he took your left breast into his mouth, sucking harshly while his hand massaged and pinched your other. You threw your head back, the double stimulation making you buck against his lap erratically. The room filled with your moans and the sound of fabric rustling.

"Kimi," You whimpered as you sucked on his neck, your mind beginning to race as you felt yourself growing closer.

Kimi continued his assault on your breasts, his teeth grazing your nipple as he sucked harder. His other hand slid under your skirt, fingers brushing teasingly along your inner thigh. “Cum for me, baby. Soak my fucking pants with your juices. Let me feel you fall apart on my lap.”

"Hmm, I'm jealous." He whispered as he looked at you,

"Get off baby, you're about to cum like that around my cock." He ordered and you got up from his thigh with hesitation.

"B-But... What about the interview?"

Kimi unbuckled his belt, pushing his pants down to reveal his hardened member. He looked up at you with a mischievous grin. "The interview can wait."

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vivwritesfics · 11 months ago

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Hi, idk if you write requests for polySimi but I’d love that? Maybe some angst??

Okay i've been saving this one bc i've never written for kimi bc im scared i won't capture him correctly in my writing. So this is just polysimi... stuff

-kimi met her first, fell in love with her first. they were together long before he was teammates with sebastian. the iceman and his lady. it wasn't often she joined him at the paddock, with a life of her own, but she tried to go to at least four races at year

-when seb joined the team, she started coming around more. she and kimi had discussed polyamory before, but they'd never let it go further than a conversation

-now, with seb coming around, it seemed like she wanted it to go further than a conversation

-kimi knew that seb was a great guy. they'd been racing together since sebs first race. he knew that they got along, but he didn't know if it was something seb wanted

-spoiler, it was

-on track, it was like they were competing for her attention. they knew she loved them equally, even if she was seen only to be rooting for kimi

-when seb was on the podium without him, she and Kimi were having their own private celebrations. the three of them celebrated together later as well, in the secrecy of hers and kimi's hotel room

-they had to keep the relationship under wraps. most of the time it felt like nobody but them would understand. so they didn't go public with it, kept it private for the three of them

-summers on the yacht hidden away from the world, every win being a private celebration

-eventually she gets pregnant

-of course she does, the three of them were like rabbits, fucking into the early hours of the morning

-they were safe, though. there were always condoms on hand until the three of them felt ready. which they had a long conversation about.

-neither cared who the family of the child was. it was their child, they wouldn't love it more or less depending on the father

-i can see the three of them in a quaint little house in the countryside, something that nobody would expect from two f1 drivers. It was small and cute, enough for the three of them

-they got dogs, two of them. i'm picturing two large breeds, maybe rescues

-their lives were perfect when it was the three of them, especially when it was the five of them (bc twins)

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faithshouseofsmut · 7 days ago

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Late night desires|| DBF!Kimi Raikkonen x Fem!Reader

Summary— Kimi has been feeling things for his best friend’s daughter and little does he know that she wants him to.

Word count— 5364

Warnings — hints of prevy!Kimi somnphilia and oral male receiving and p in v

It is I Faith from faithshouseofchaos (I’m trying to find my followers I deleted my OG account)

The warm glow of the sunset spilled over the water, reflecting soft oranges and pinks across the surface. The Räikkönen family villa was alive with laughter and conversation. A small gathering, nothing extravagant—just close friends, family, and a few glasses of wine shared between them.

You wandered out onto the deck, the buzz of chatter fading behind you. The air was cooler out here, the scent of pine and lake mingling in the breeze. Leaning against the railing, you sipped from your glass, letting the quiet soothe you.

Behind you, the door slid open with a soft thud and a familiar, low voice cut through the stillness.

“Escaping already?”

You turned to see Kimi, glass in hand, his usual stoic expression softened by the golden light. He looked more relaxed than usual, though the sharpness in his eyes was still there—like he was always watching, always calculating.

“Just needed some air,” you said, smiling. “The conversations in there are… lively.”

He smirked faintly, stepping closer to lean on the railing beside you. “That’s one way to put it.”

For a while, neither of you spoke, the silence between you filled only by the gentle lapping of water against the dock. You stole a glance at him, your heart doing a little flip despite your best efforts. He was dressed simply—black shirt, jeans—but something about the way he carried himself made him magnetic.

“You’re quiet tonight,” you said, your tone teasing.

“I’m always quiet,” he shot back, his lips twitching into something that almost resembled a grin.

You laughed softly. “Fair point.”

The silence stretched again, but this time, it felt heavier. You could feel his gaze shift to you, lingering just long enough for the air to thicken. You turned to meet his eyes, and the intensity there caught you off guard.

“What?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Kimi didn’t answer right away. His jaw tightened, and he looked away, swirling the liquid in his glass as if it could drown whatever thoughts had crossed his mind.

“Nothing,” he muttered. But the way his fingers gripped the glass told you it was far from nothing.

You tilted your head, studying him. There was something in his demeanor tonight—something different. He seemed almost… restless.

“Kimi,” you said softly, leaning a little closer. “Are you okay?”

He turned his head sharply as if your question startled him. For a split second, his mask slipped, and you saw something raw flicker across his face—something dark, something dangerous. But just as quickly, it was gone, replaced by his usual calm indifference.

“I’m fine,” he said curtly, draining his glass. He straightened, stepping back. “You should go inside. It’s getting cold.”

You frowned, but before you could say anything, he was already walking away, leaving you alone with the lingering tension and the sound of your heartbeat.

The gathering had dwindled as the hours slipped by. Most of the guests had either left or retired to their rooms for the night. You were sitting cross-legged on the couch in the living room, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders. The warm, low light of the fire danced on the walls, and the room was blissfully quiet.

You thought you were alone until the sound of footsteps on the wooden floor caught your attention.

Kimi entered the room, his movements unhurried. He held a fresh glass of whiskey, the ice clinking softly as he walked. His gaze flicked to you briefly before he settled in the armchair across from you.

“Still awake?” he asked, his voice low, almost gravelly in the stillness.

You shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep. Too much wine, maybe.”

He smirked faintly, taking a sip of his drink. “That’s a rookie mistake.”

You rolled your eyes, the corner of your mouth quivering. “Noted, Mr. Expert.”

The silence between you felt different this timeless awkward, more charged. You watched him out of the corner of your eye as he leaned back in the chair, his free hand resting on the armrest. He looked completely at ease, but there was a tension in the way his eyes lingered on you when he thought you weren’t paying attention.

“You always stay up this late?” he asked suddenly, his tone casual, but there was something else beneath it.

“Not always,” you replied. “But nights like these are nice. Quiet. Peaceful.”

He hummed in agreement, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. His gaze flicked to you again, lingering this time.

“You’ve grown up a lot,” he said, his voice softer now.

The comment caught you off guard, and your heart skipped a beat. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He shrugged, his expression unreadable. “Just an observation.”

Your cheeks warmed under his gaze, and you looked away, focusing on the fire instead. “Well, I’m not a kid anymore, if that’s what you’re implying.”

“I know,” he said quietly, almost to himself.

Something about the way he said it made you glance back at him. His eyes were on you again, and this time, the intensity in them was unmistakable. It made your stomach flip and your pulse quicken.

For a moment, neither of you moved. The room seemed to shrink, the air thickening with unspoken tension. You weren’t sure who looked away first, but when you did, you felt like you could finally breathe again.

“I should probably go to bed,” you said quickly, pushing the blanket off and standing. Your legs felt shaky, but you forced yourself to move toward the door.

“Goodnight,” Kimi said, his voice low and rough.

You hesitated for just a second, glancing back at him. His eyes were on you, dark and unreadable, and you felt a shiver run down your spine.

“Goodnight,” you whispered, before disappearing down the hall.

Behind you, Kimi sat motionless, his grip on the glass tightening as he watched you go. The darkness in his thoughts deepened, and for the first time in years, he didn’t know if he could control it.

The next morning the sun was already high in the sky when you finally made your way out of bed. The house was quiet, most of the guests were either sleeping off the wine or out enjoying the fresh air by the lake. You padded downstairs in a pair of loose shorts and a t-shirt, your hair still slightly messy from sleep.

Grabbing a mug of coffee, you made your way to the back patio, your phone in hand. Settling into one of the chairs overlooking the water, you sipped your drink and called your best friend.

Kimi had been up for hours. He’d gone for a morning swim and was now in the garage, tinkering with one of the jet skis. The window in the garage overlooked the patio, and though he hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, his attention was drawn to your voice floating through the open door.

“I don’t know,” you were saying, your tone light but tinged with curiosity. “It’s just something I’ve been thinking about lately.”

Kimi froze, his hands stilling as he adjusted the machine. He wasn’t sure why he kept listening, but he couldn’t stop himself.

“Yeah, but only with someone I trust,” you continued, laughing softly. “Otherwise, it would just be weird, you know?”

There was a pause as your friend replied, her voice too faint for Kimi to hear.

“Well, I guess it’s like… giving up control but still feeling safe. Knowing the other person would never take it too far,” you explained. “It’s not about the idea itself—it’s about the person. Someone who wouldn’t hurt me.”

Another pause.

“No, I don’t have anyone in mind,” you said, laughing nervously. “It’s not like I’m about to just tell someone that.”

Kimi’s jaw tightened, and his heart beat faster as your words sank in. He knew he shouldn’t be listening. He should walk away, close the door, and do anything but stay rooted in place. But he couldn’t. The image your words painted—the trust, the vulnerability—was now burned into his mind.

“Okay, fine,” you said, your tone teasing. “If I had to choose… it would have to be someone older, I think. Someone calm, who knows what they’re doing.”

Kimi’s grip on the wrench tightened, his knuckles white.

“Someone who wouldn’t judge me,” you continued, your voice softer now. “Someone who’d take care of me, even in that kind of situation.”

Your friend said something that made you burst into laughter, breaking the tension in the air.

“Shut up!” you said, still laughing. “Anyway, I’m just saying it’s something I’d try. With the right person.”

Kimi forced himself to look away, his chest tight. He hated the way his thoughts spiraled, the way his mind filled in blanks it shouldn’t. He wasn’t that person. He couldn’t be.

But the darkness that had begun to creep in last night had now taken root, and he wasn’t sure he could stop it.

By mid-afternoon, the villa was alive again, with a few people lounging by the water or taking out jet skis. You were sitting on the dock, your legs dipped into the cool lake, enjoying the warmth of the sun on your skin. The earlier conversation with your friend had slipped from your mind, but the restlessness from last night lingered.

Kimi approached from the shore, a towel slung over his shoulder. His hair was still damp from another swim, and his shirt clung to him slightly, hinting at the toned muscles beneath. He stopped a few feet away, watching you for a moment before speaking.

“Mind some company?”

You looked up, squinting against the sunlight. “Of course not.”

He sat down beside you, the wood creaking slightly under his weight. For a moment, neither of you spoke, just watching the ripples in the water.

“You’ve been quiet today,” he said, his tone casual but laced with curiosity.

“Just enjoying the peace,” you replied, glancing at him with a small smile. “It’s beautiful out here.”

He nodded, his eyes fixed on the horizon. But his thoughts were far from peaceful. Your voice from earlier still echoed in his mind, the words replaying over and over. He tried to push them away, but they clung to him, feeding the darker side of his imagination.

“You and your friend were laughing pretty hard this morning,” he said after a moment, his tone carefully neutral.

Your stomach flipped. Had he overheard you? No, that was impossible. But something in his voice made you hesitate.

“Yeah,” you said cautiously. “Just… girl talk.”

He hummed, and the sound sent a shiver down your spine.

“Interesting conversation?” he asked, turning his head to look at you.

Your cheeks warmed under his gaze. “Nothing you’d care about,” you said quickly, trying to brush it off.

Kimi’s lips twitched into a faint smirk, but his eyes were darker than usual. “You’d be surprised what I care about.”

The way he said it made your breath hitch, and for a moment, you didn’t know how to respond.

“Well,” you said finally, trying to keep your tone light. “I don’t think you’d want to hear about my… preferences.”

Kimi’s smirk deepened, but he didn’t press further. Instead, he leaned back on his hands, his body language deceptively relaxed.

“Preferences can say a lot about a person,” he said casually. “Like trust, for example. That’s not something everyone gives easily.”

Your heart was pounding now, and you were certain he knew it. “Trust is important,” you said quietly, your eyes fixed on the water.

“Very,” he agreed, his voice softer now, almost a murmur.

The tension between you was palpable, and you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. You felt exposed, like he could see right through you.

“I—uh—I should check on my dad,” you said abruptly, standing up and brushing off your shorts.

Kimi looked up at you, his expression unreadable. “He’s probably fine,” he said, his tone calm. But there was something in his eyes that made it hard to move.

“I still should,” you said quickly, your voice faltering.

You turned and walked away, feeling his gaze on you the entire time. Once you were out of sight, you leaned against a tree, trying to steady your breathing.

Back on the dock, Kimi sat motionless, his mind racing. He knew he should stop. He knew this was dangerous—wrong. But the way you looked at him, the way you reacted to his words, only pulled him deeper.

And now, he wasn’t sure if he could resist any more.

The sun had just dipped below the horizon, casting a soft orange glow over the lake. You were in the kitchen, putting away the remnants of dinner while everyone else sat outside, chatting and laughing around the firepit. The warmth of the day had given way to a cooler breeze, and the house was quiet, save for the occasional clink of dishes.

You didn’t hear him come in, but you felt his presence before you saw him. Turning, you found Kimi standing in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame. He’d changed into a simple black sweater and jeans, but his eyes held the same intensity they had earlier on the dock.

“Need help?” he asked, his voice low and smooth.

You shook your head quickly. “No, I’ve got it. Thanks.”

He didn’t move, didn’t look away. The weight of his gaze made your pulse quicken. You turned back to the counter, trying to focus on the task in front of you, but your hands trembled slightly.

“You seemed distracted today,” he said, stepping into the room.

You laughed nervously, not turning around. “Just tired, I guess.”

“Hmm.”

The sound was noncommittal, but it sent a shiver down your spine. You could feel him getting closer, his presence is overwhelming.

“Anything on your mind?” he asked, his voice softer now, almost a murmur.

You swallowed hard, your grip tightening on the dish in your hands. “Nope. Nothing at all.”

“Liar.”

The word hung in the air, heavy and charged. You turned to face him, your heart pounding. “Excuse me?”

Kimi was closer now, just a few feet away. His expression was calm, but his eyes burned with something darker, something you couldn’t quite name.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he said simply.

“I haven’t—”

“Yes, you have.”

His tone was firm but not angry, and that only made it harder to respond. You opened your mouth to protest again, but no words came out.

“Why?” he asked, stepping even closer.

“I’m not avoiding you,” you said finally, your voice shaky. “I just—”

“You just what?”

The proximity, the intensity in his gaze—it was too much. You took a step back, but the counter stopped you. He didn’t touch you, didn’t move closer, but the space between you felt electric.

“I don’t know,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Kimi tilted his head slightly, studying you. “You don’t know,” he repeated, his tone almost teasing.

“No.”

For a moment, neither of you moved. The tension was unbearable, and you felt like you might shatter under the weight of it.

“I heard you this morning,” he said suddenly, his voice dropping even lower.

Your stomach dropped. “What?”

“On the phone,” he clarified. “Talking to your friend.”

Your cheeks flushed, and you looked away, mortified. “You—You were eavesdropping?”

“Not on purpose,” he said. “But you weren’t exactly quiet.”

You pressed your hands against the counter, your mind racing. “It was just a stupid conversation,” you said quickly, your voice shaking. “It didn’t mean anything.”

“Didn’t it?”

The question made your breath catch. You forced yourself to look at him, and the intensity in his gaze made it impossible to think.

“You said it was about trust,” he continued. “About feeling safe.”

Your throat tightened. “Kimi, I—”

“Do you trust me?” he asked, cutting you off.

The question was like a punch to the gut. You stared at him, unable to speak, unable to move.

“Yes,” you whispered finally.

The corner of his mouth twitched, but his eyes softened slightly. “Then why are you running?”

“I’m not—”

“You are,” he said firmly, stepping closer again. This time, his hands came to rest on the counter on either side of you, caging you in. He didn’t touch you, but the heat of his body was almost unbearable.

“Kimi, this isn’t—”

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “If you want me to stop, just say it.”

Your heart pounded so loudly you were sure he could hear it. You searched his face, looking for any sign of hesitation, but there was none.

“I—”

You couldn’t say it.

The tension snapped like a rubber band, and before you could think, his lips were on yours. The kiss was firm, almost desperate, and it left you breathless. You froze for a moment, stunned, but then your hands found their way to his chest, clutching at the fabric of his sweater.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breathing uneven.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered again, his voice strained.

But you didn’t.

The house was silent, the kind of stillness that came only in the early hours of the morning. The guests had gone to bed hours ago, and even the lake outside seemed calm, its surface undisturbed under the pale glow of the moon.

Kimi lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling. Sleep had eluded him all night. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw you—your flushed cheeks, your trembling voice, the way you’d admitted you weren’t immune to the pull between you.

It was maddening.

The house felt suffocating, the walls too close, his thoughts too loud. Without fully realizing what he was doing, Kimi got out of bed. His feet carried him down the hallway, past closed doors, until he stood in front of yours.

He hesitated, his hand hovering over the doorknob. He knew he shouldn’t be here, that this was crossing a line he couldn’t uncross. But something deeper, darker, urged him forward.

Carefully, he turned the knob and pushed the door open, the soft creak of the hinges barely audible. The room was dim, lit only by the faint light spilling in from the hallway. His eyes adjusted quickly, finding your sleeping form curled up under the blankets.

You looked peaceful, your face relaxed in a way he rarely saw when you were awake. The sight made something twist in his chest—guilt, longing, a need he couldn’t name.

He stepped inside, closing the door softly behind him. The sound made you stir slightly, but you didn’t wake. He stood there for a moment, his hands clenched at his sides, trying to convince himself to leave.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he moved closer, his footsteps silent on the carpeted floor. He stopped at the edge of your bed, his gaze tracing the soft curve of your face, the way your hair fanned out across the pillow.

You murmured something in your sleep, turning slightly, and the movement made the blanket slip down, revealing the bare skin of your shoulder. Kimi’s breath hitched, and he forced himself to take a step back.

What the hell am I doing?

He knew he should leave, that staying here was a betrayal of the trust you’d given him. But he couldn’t bring himself to move. The vulnerability of seeing you like this, so unguarded, was intoxicating.

“Kimi…”

Your voice, soft and slurred with sleep, startled him. His heart pounded as he froze, waiting to see if you’d wake.

But your eyes didn’t open.

You’d said his name. Even in sleep, you were thinking of him.

His eyes locked onto your parted lips, the words "What the hell am I doing?" echoing in his mind but growing fainter by the second. He saw your shoulder bare, the curve of your neck inviting. He unclenched his hands, his fingers slowly reaching out towards you. His fingertips brushed against the soft, warm skin of your shoulder, barely a whisper of a touch. He lingered there for a heartbeat, two, his pulse throbbing beneath his skin. Then, with an exhalation that bordered on a shudder, he withdrew his hand.

He stood there for a long moment, his eyes fixed on the place where his fingers had been. The temptation to reach out again, to touch you, to be near you, was overwhelming. Finally, he made a decision and carefully sat down on the edge of your bed, his legs brushing against the covers. He sat there, staring at you, his mind racing with thoughts he couldn't afford to have. His hand reached out again, this time resting gently on your shoulder, his thumb brushing against the soft skin of your neck. He leaned in, his face inches from yours, his breath mingling with yours.

His lips hovered just above yours, close enough to feel the warmth of your breath. For a moment he hesitated, knowing he was crossing a line, but the temptation was too great. Slowly, he closed the remaining distance, his lips brushing against yours in the gentlest of kisses. As his lips met yours, Kimi felt a jolt of electricity course through him. The kiss was feather-light, barely there, but it ignited something deep within him. He pulled back slightly, his blue eyes dark with desire as he searched your sleep-softened features.

His cock was painfully hard as he remembered your words from yesterday and how you wanted to try Somnophilia with some who you trusted and someone older. Well, you trusted him and he was older. He untied his pants slowly, freeing his hard cock. He gently pushed your legs apart and nearly melted at the sight there you were peacefully asleep only wearing a t-shirt and panties. Taking a deep breath he slowly peeled them down your legs and pocketed them for later.

Carefully, he climbed onto the bed hovering over you and he positioned himself between them. He looked at you one last time, his heart racing, before slowly pushing his hips forward, his thick cock slowly entering you as you slept. Fuck you're so tight.

His breath caught in his throat as he slowly slid deeper inside you, inch by inch. One hand supported his weight while the other moved to your hip, holding you steady as he began to move. His pace was slow, careful, knowing you were asleep. Jesus Christ... you feel so good he stays here with his cock buried inside you and dies a happy man.

He started to pick up speed, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as he fucked you while you slept. The sound of his pants rustling, his breath hitching, and the soft squelching noises of his cock sliding in and out of your tight pussy filled the room. Fuck fuck fuck...here he was a man in his 40s fucking his best friend's daughter like he was a horny teenager.

His muscles tensed with each thrust, his mind racing with the taboo nature of what he was doing. The fact that he was fucking his best friend's daughter - sleeping innocently beneath him - was driving him wild. Shouldn't... fucking shouldn't be doing this... but fuck...it felt good.

Kimi's thrusts became more urgent, his cock plunging deeper into your unresisting body. The pleasure was intense, almost overwhelming in its forbidden nature. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he fought to maintain control. Fuck... it's so wrong but... fucking hell... you feel amazing.

“Mmmhmm” you moaned softly as you subconsciously began to move your hips barely awake. You reached up and pulled him closer.

His hand moved from your hip to your thigh, pulling your leg up higher and spreading you wider. He angled his hips differently, his thick cock hitting a new spot inside you with each thrust. His breathing became heavier, more ragged as he chased his release. Your pussy is gripping his cock so perfectly... fuck... His fingers dug slightly into your thigh as he continued to fuck you, each thrust becoming more deeper.

Unable to hold back any longer, Kimi buried his cock deep inside you one final time, his body shuddering with the intensity of his orgasm. Ahhh... fuck yes... He groaned softly, his cum shooting deep into your sleeping pussy. Panting heavily, he remained still inside you for a long moment, savoring the aftershocks of his intense orgasm. Slowly, he withdrew, his softened cock slipping out with a soft squelch. He quickly tucked himself away, trembling hands fumbling with his pants.

The next morning when you woke up you noticed the mess between your legs and your panties were messing. What the actual fuck? You thought then you vaguely recalled the dream you had about him. In your dream, you remember how he fucked you hard deep, and slow. How Kimi gripped your hips and hit that spot that drove you crazy as he groaned in your ear.

It was almost too realistic to be a dream. Getting up out of bed you walked into the bathroom to clean yourself up walking into the bathroom you flicked the lights on taking a look in the mirror you noticed a bruise on the side of your leg confused you lifted your shirt and noticed that the bruise in question wasn’t just a bruise but a hand print.

“So it wasn’t a dream,” you say out loud to yourself.

Something about the thought of Kimi fucking in your sleep made your stomach drop and give you butterflies at the same time. You weren’t mad about it, you wanted it hell you often got off to the thought of Kimi fucking you.

Smiling to yourself you cleaned yourself up when a thought popped up in your mind after you cleaned yourself up you shut the light off and pulled on a pair of shorts walking out of the room you noticed that the house was quiet.

Quietly you walked down the hall to Kimi's room with your hand on the doorknob. You slowly turned it and opened up the door and stuck your head in the door noticing that he was still sleeping.

Slipping in the door you softly closed it and walked over to the bed stopping when you noticed a familiar pair of panties on the nightstand…your panties.

“Dirty bastard” you mumbled under your breath.

There he laid in his bed peacefully asleep. He was shirtless and in a pair of shorts partially covered by the blanket. Reaching forward you moved the blanket and climbed up on the bed settling in between his legs. You watched him for a moment before you reached out and pulled his cock out of his shorts.

Watching as his face scrunches you licked a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip then you lightly pressed kisses along his shaft. Kimi stirs slightly in his sleep, his breathing hitching as he feels a warm, wet sensation on his cock. His hips twitch, pushing his member further out of his shorts.

Kimi's eyes flutter open, his gaze immediately drawn to the sight of you kneeling between his legs, his cock now fully erect in your grasp. A groan escapes his lips as your tongue swirls around the tip. "Mm, is that you, baby? Fuck that feels good..."

His voice husky with sleep and desire "I knew you couldn't keep your hands off me, could you? Little minx..." He props himself up on his elbows, watching you intently. pulling off him you looked at him “like you’re one to talk. you took my panties dirty bastard” you retort.

Kimi chuckles, his eyes never leaving yours. "Well, I couldn't resist, could I? You wear those pretty things just for me, don't you?" He reaches out and runs a hand through your hair, gently tugging on it.

“Who says they were for you?” You ask looking up at him biting your bottom lip taking his cock back in your mouth.

Kimi’s body shudders at the feeling of your mouth, her breath hitching as your words sink in. “Who else would they be for then?” His voice is low, dripping with confidence, as his fingers trace the curve of her waist. “I hear you on the phone with your friends, talking about how no boy your age can satisfy you. How they don’t know how to touch you the way you need.”

His lips hover close to her ear, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he adds, “And then, late at night, when you think no one’s listening, I hear those sweet little sounds you make, trying so hard to get off. But it’s still not enough for you, is it?”

Kimi’s cheeks flush with heat, her eyes darting away, but sits up and then he tilts her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. “You need a man, Kimi. An older man. Someone who knows exactly what you want before you even ask.” His cocky tone is unmistakable, yet there’s a softness in the way his thumb brushes against her jawline, leaving her breathless. “So yeah,” he murmurs, his lips grazing hers, “they’re for me.”

Your body shudders at the feeling of his mouth, your breath hitching as his words sink in. “Who else would they be for then?” His voice is low, dripping with confidence, as his fingers trace the curve of your waist. “I hear you on the phone with your friends, talking about how no guy your age can satisfy you. How they don’t know how to touch you the way you need.”

His lips hover close to your ear, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he adds, “And then, late at night, when you think no one’s listening, I hear those sweet little sounds you make, trying so hard to get off. But it’s still not enough for you, is it?”

Heat floods your cheeks, and you instinctively try to look away, but he tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. “You need a man,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing against your jawline. “An older man. Someone who knows exactly what you want before you even ask.”

You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, his cocky tone making it impossible to look away. “So yeah,” he says, his lips grazing yours, “they’re for me.”

His words hang in the air, thick with tension, as he watches your reaction. You swallow hard, your chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. His thumb traces your bottom lip, his dark eyes locked on yours, daring you to respond, to deny him.

“But,” he continues, his voice softening but still laced with that same infuriating confidence, “if I’m wrong… if you don’t want me, tell me now. Push me away.” His hand slides down to your hip, gripping it firmly but not forcefully, like he’s testing your resolve. “But I don’t think you will. Because deep down, you know I’m right.”

Your lips part, but no words come out. Your body betrays you, leaning into his touch even as your mind races with the weight of his words. His hand slides up your back, fingers splaying as he pulls you closer, his lips brushing against your jawline.

“See?” he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin. “You can’t resist. You don’t want to. And I don’t blame you. No one else can give you what I can.”

You shiver at the intensity in his voice, your hands instinctively clutching at his shirt. “You’re so damn stubborn,” he says with a low chuckle, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot just below your ear. “But I like that about you. Makes it all the more satisfying when you finally give in.”

Your resolve falters, and your fingers tighten their grip. His name escapes your lips in a soft, breathless whisper, and he smirks, knowing he’s already won. “That’s it,” he says, his voice a low growl, pulling you even closer. “Don’t hold back. Not with me finish what you started.”

Releasing his grip on you, you crawled back down his bed and took his cock back in your one more time.

“That’s it baby just like that.”

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★ . . . 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖, 𝐊𝐑𝟕

pairing: kimi raikkonen x fem!reader

smut shot: in which kimi and you have a kids-free day resulting in a steamy session of period and shower sex.

an amused grin danced on the finnish f1 driver's lips, as you dropped yourself on his lap without saying a word but you didn't need to — the man knew why you came to him.

his attention was what you wanted; there were no kids at home today, letting them stay over for a few days at their grandparents house and giving you both a break to reconnect as a married couple.

"kulta", kimi greeted you, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear carefully. "can i do something for you?"

Leaning into his touch, you mumbled a kiss me please, eyes half-closed, waiting for the feeling of his lips pressed against yours. And he didn't disappoint, tilting your head up and him leaning slightly down to capture your plush lips, he grew fond of many years ago. there was something so soft and delicate about the kiss, no rush, no urgency. you loved to let completely go, giving him the lead.

you parted, taking each others face in before going in for another kiss, which was much more heated than the one before; lust built up and kimi bit your bottom lip to slip his tongue into your mouth, deeping the kiss, only making you whimper.

slowly, whilst making out like horny teenagers, you grind down, signaling that you wanted — needed — more.

"want to relief the pain?", he asked, a naughty glint in his eyes.

"kimi", you whine, "shower, now please."

as you want to get off his lap, your man presses his rough hand against you back, securing you in his arms. then he stood up, not minding your weight and makes his way to your bathroom. when you arrive, he carefully let's you down, pulling the clothes from your body before doing the same, gracing you with his lean muscles and sun-kissed skin you loved to kiss and lick.

you stare at his back as he steps in the shower, turning the water on and angles his body in such a way, that you get a glimpse of him, stroking his length. he's a piece of art to you.

"join me, kulta, or do you want to watch from there?", the Finnish man laughs. a blush creeps up your neck at his words and you shake your head; you don't just want to watch him — you're going to get what's yours. yours to please, yours to touch and yours to fuck.

without a warning the finn picks you up, forcing a yelp out of you and you wrap your legs around his waist.

"that's good?"

you nod in agreement, letting him push you against the cold tiles of the shower. he grabs his dick, stroking it against your puffy clit before dipping it slightly against you wetness, teasing you.

"fuck kimi, please stop with this", you moan out loudly, unashamed. "just fuck me already."

"so sensitive, I haven't done much yet", the retired f1 driver says, lust coating his voice.

Deciding not to tease you anymore, he reposition himself, slowly pressing into your with lust and blood coated warmth, letting you feel every ripple and vene.

A low moans escaped your throat as he's fully eased inside you. "fuck", you gasp, "you're big, so good."

kimi rolls is eyes at your whine; you know he's packed and sure, he loved your reminder but right now he just wants to fuck you hard. he brushed his hand over the bulge that had formed in your abdomen — nothing crazy like some porns described it but he liked seeing it whenever you had sex. he's just a man, enjoying the simple things in life.

"maybe you're just too small, love."

throwing a glare at him, you want to give him a piece of mind, not having this conversation about your high again. It's something that irks you.

"Nah, just up and let me fuck you hard and good, eh?" there's no hesitation, he does exactly what he just said, his long, slow trusts change in a deep, fast rhythm, making you lose your mind. you're a babbling mess, your arms secured behind his beck, pulling his hair to get him to groan and grunt louder.

you're nearly falling off the edge, whining whenever he hits your spot. two of his fingers massage your clit and that what tips you over. kimi fucks you through the orgasm, reaching his high minutes later, coming inside you.

he pulls out, tickling the last whimper out of you for the next few hours before repeating this. his dick his coated in your juice and blood, a dirty combination he loves — he bumps himself, smearing it on his soft length whilst watching his cum flowing out of your pussy.

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2-fast-2-curious · 2 years ago

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https://soundgasm.net/u/Bearyoza1/M4F-Your-taste-is-so-inviting-Ramblefap-Russian-Accent-Wanting-to-make-you-feel-good-taking-care-of-you

(Ik it says Russian but it kinda sounds like Kimi raikkonen) :)

Nonnie... I have so many Kimi fans in my inbox I'm sure they'll love it

[M4F] Your taste is so inviting

[Ramblefap] [Russian Accent] [Wanting to make you feel good] [taking care of you]

Creator Reddit:u/Bearyoza

#anons recommend audios #kimi raikkonen #kimi raikkonen smut #kimi raikkonen x reader #soundgasm #audios #smut

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minkyungseokie · 9 months ago

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Kimi Räikkönen; KR7

Autosports Masterlist | Main Masterlist

⎆Written

There's nothing here...

⎆Blurbs

There's nothing yet...

⎆Smau

There's nothing here...

⎆Series

There's nothing yet...

⎆Moodboards

There's nothing yet...

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bunny-jpeg · 5 months ago

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can i have order kimi rakkionen with a berry trifle and maybe s’more with a side of root beer

bakery menu

want to suggest your own fic? look at the menu to request your own! i also accept for fandoms outside of formula one! so please take a look! this one goes out to my server member! thank you for suggesting this, i hope you enjoy!!

berry trifle ("wrong. try again.") + s'more ("the accent gets to you. doesn't it?") + root beer (filming/recording) served by kimi rakkionen (formula one)!

cw: smut/pwp, voice kink, dom!kimi, age gap (20s/40s)

when his arms wrapped around you, you felt a sense of comfort. it was a saturday morning, or rather afternoon. kimi put his arms around you and his face against your back. he could feel your heartbeat against his cheek.

"huomenta." you said with a yawn.

he chuckled and raised his head higher to kiss you on the back of the neck, "you're getting better." he said, "taking the learning serious, i see."

you chuckled lightly and turned in kimi's arms. you placed your hands on his chest and leaned in for a gentle kiss. you said, "of course, i said i would give it my all to learn it. i mean, after all." you put him on his back and held him by the shoulders, "i have such a great teacher."

he took you by the hips and got you on top of him, he said, "the accent gets to you. doesn't it? that's why you've been so eager to learn." he winked at you as his hands went to the waistband on your sleeping shorts.

you giggled and got them off with a little help, a long with your underwear. you sat up on his abdomen and licked your lips. even though he was a bit older, he was quite handsome. those beautiful eyes were the first thing to draw you in, when you met him that one fateful night.

"i'm curious to see how much you know." kimi said, "tell me what day is it today?"

you thought for a moment, "um, keskiviikko?" and was met with a quick swat on the ass. you yelped and bucked your hips.

"wrong. try again." your lovingly boyfriend responded.

"sunnuntai?" you tried again. it was cute, you were trying to hard and it didn't help that kimi was dealing with some morning wood.

he looked up at you and laughed, "not quite. i guess i have more to teach." as he rubbed his cock up against your ass. his hands were on your hips, but not holding onto you tightly.

you blushed, and got yourself seated on his cock. you placed your hands on his chest for leverage as you moved your hips up and down. his cock could be a little intimidating at times, the girth of this always left you feeling butterflies in your stomach.

"how is that?" he asked.

you nodded, "perfect, my love." you leaned in to kiss him on the lips. you started to raise and drop your hips. you felt his cock nudge against some of your most intimate areas.

"you always feel like a dream to me." said the retired driver, "feel good on top of me. like you belong there."

you chuckled and smirked at him, 'that's because if you fuck me too hard in missionary. you usually pull something in your hip." you chuckled as you moved against him.

he grabbed you by the face and pulled you towards him. before he kissed you, he said, "not unlike all the times you can't wait the next day because you begged for me to go faster." then silenced you with a searing kiss.

his heart leapt in his chest as he moved against you. he held you by the hips once more as he kissed you passionately. he felt the curl of pleasure in his gut as the two of you moved against one another.

you panted and and rolled your hips. keeping his cock inside of you as you bounced up on it. it felt so good all over, you had to give kimi that. he really knew how to make your toes curled, even when he was lying underneath you.

"i love you." you said softly between a few moans.

"i love you too, more than you'll ever know. you are the most beautiful woman i have ever seen." he praised you. he was right, there was something about that accent. it was a familiar feeling in your gut as you felt so close to him.

the two of you continued to move against one another. the feeling kept growing in your gut, only fueled by the slip-ups in finnish as he held onto your hips and kept his cock buried neatly inside of you. he could feel his heartbeat in his ears as he moved against you.

you were a dream come alive and when your noises got even cuter as you neared climax. it only made kimi want you more.

"ah, kimi." you moaned, "baby, honey." your cunt clenched around him.

he panted through a tense jaw and felt everything feel alert and alive. he tensed up at the closeness of his climax.

you climaxed first and dug your nails into kimi's shoulders as you started to slow down. he in turn held onto your hips tighter and continued to thrust up into you. you panted wildly for him as you felt the after affects of pleasure.

he swore under his breath as he gave it a few more heavy thrusts. he pushed his cock as deep as it would go inside of you and finished. he let out a sharp groaning noise before he made sure all of him was inside of you. then he let go of your hips and let you drop down onto his chest.

you stayed there for a moment to compose yourself. once you did, you looked up at him. and he looked down at you. you flashed him a smile and said, "lauantai. today is lauantai."

kimi chuckled for a moment and rubbed the back of your head, "you really are something. now why don't you clean me up with that mouth of yours and i can make us breakfast." then looked at the time on his phone, "actually lunch." <3

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pucksandpower · 4 months ago

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The Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

→ Formula 1 after dark 💋

Day 1 → Cockwarming 💋 Toto Wolff

Day 2 → Chastity 💋 Max Verstappen

Day 3 → Oral Fixation 💋 Charles Leclerc

Day 4 → Bruise Marking 💋 Lando Norris

Day 5 → Size Difference 💋 Oscar Piastri

Day 6 → Daddy Kink 💋 Carlos Sainz

Day 7 → Virginity Loss 💋 Toto Wolff

Day 8 → Breeding Kink 💋 Max Verstappen

Day 9 → Overstimulation 💋 Charles Leclerc

Day 10 → Exhibitionism 💋 Kimi Räikkönen

Day 11 → Sex Pollen 💋 Max Verstappen

Day 12 → Mirror Sex 💋 Oscar Piastri

Day 13 → Temperature Play 💋 Charles Leclerc

Day 14 → Innocence Play 💋 Lewis Hamilton

Day 15 → Thigh Riding 💋 Max Verstappen

Day 16 → Remote-Controlled Vibrator 💋 Jenson Button

Day 17 → Lactation Kink 💋 Lando Norris

Day 18 → Praise Kink 💋 Charles Leclerc

Day 19 → Spreader Bar 💋 Toto Wolff

Day 20 → Menthol Cream 💋 Oscar Piastri

Day 21 → Anal 💋 Lando Norris

Day 22 → Bedding Ceremony 💋 Charles Leclerc

Day 23 → Consensual Non-Consent 💋 Max Verstappen

Day 24 → Piercing 💋 Toto Wolff

Day 25 → Monsterfucking 💋 Carlos Sainz

Day 26 → Cum Marking 💋 Charles Leclerc

Day 27 → Hunter/Prey 💋 Max Verstappen

Day 28 → A/B/O 💋 Oscar Piastri

Day 29 → BDSM 💋 Toto Wolff

Day 30 → Innocence Kink 💋 Lando Norris

Day 31 → Mind Break 💋 Charles Leclerc

Tumblr won’t let me link the final five fics for some reason but they have been published!

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themultifanshipper · 7 months ago

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This was supposed to be a silly little blurb about giving Seb a blowjob, I don’t know how it got this out of hand.

Warnings: all of them. All the warnings.

Jk but there is sooo much in this fic. A bit of underage (but over 16), blowjobs, oral, p in v sex, rawdogging, rough sex, possessive Seb, a tad of subspace?, threesomes (if you don't want spoilers on the special guests don't look in the tags), voyeurism, undernegotiated dom/sub dynamics all over the place, infidelity (his IRL wife is included), smidge of angst but it’s really not the point of the fic lmao, mention of drugs and alcohol, I don’t condone anything I’ve written here guys. Although the warnings make it sound worse than it is tbh.

July 2007

I suppose you could say it all started when you were 13 and Sebastian had just been transferred to Toro Rosso.

Obviously nothing happened between you two given that he himself was 20 years old at the time. Although your childish crush on him had started way before that.

No, what happened at 13 was an embarrassing moment that got the ball rolling between you and Seb.

That night he was over at your parents’ house for a celebratory meal, for you, it was your birthday, for Sebastian Vettel, it was the beginning of a long and illustrious career.

Your father and him were good friends, Seb helped a lot with your brother's career in karting and you’d always been around the handsome blonde man. At various karting events with your brother, a gala here and there, and even at a couple of f1 races he had driven for BMW. By this time your crush was well and truly established, and subtlety not being your thing, your family knew all about it. And teased you relentlessly. And apparently now invited your crush to your birthday dinner... great.

Seb and your father were in the kitchen having a drink and helping your mother with the food when you heard your fathers voice drifting through the house.

“Man, think of all the blowies you’re gonna get!”

After a sharp scolding from your mother, the two burst out laughing and that was that. But the damage had been done.

At 13 years old, you had no idea what that meant. So you asked, at dinner, in front of your family, and your crush, what a blowie was.

Yeah, that went down well (pun intended, and note the sarcasm).

Your (15 year old) brother choked on his mouthful and shrieked in laughter, spraying your mother, who then slapped your father who was laughing maniacally beside her. Seb just went incredibly red and grinned “You’ll find out when you’re older, sunshine”

Okay, maybe the nickname should also be explained, after all it is the result of a previous embarrassing moment of your childhood.

It was at a karting track before a race and you were hanging out with your brother, some of his friends, and Seb. Or more accurately, you were following Seb around like a lost puppy. At this point you were 9, your brother 11 and Seb 16.

Someone had heard a dirty joke from the older boys at the track that went something like this:

“What is big, makes no noise, yet wakes us up every morning?”

And with your very innocent, very smart 9 year old brain you replied “the sunshine” which was supposed to be the right answer, but boys will be boys.

16 year old Seb thought that answer was hilarious.

“That is so adorable” he was wheezing “from now on I am calling you sunshine”

You were so embarrassed at not understanding the joke that you ran back to your father and told him about it, and he told the boys off sternly.

So anyway, there you were, a few years later, at dinner with your parents reliving that in your head, and living through yet another mortifying moment in front of Seb, who looked at you sympathetically from across the table, and kept sending you winks all throughout the evening, to try and make you feel better.

That night you looked up “blowie” online (of course a few days later the browser history conversation happened with your mother) and you were never the same again. You couldn’t stop imagining Seb getting blowjobs from all the girls he was indeed going to get, and it gnawed at you. For years. Of course, you knew you were too young for him, but it didn’t stop the fantasies from getting rather... wild.

2010

You were 16, and Sebastian was about to win his first championship, you were sure of it. You were all in Abu Dhabi to support him (and the others of course) and you found yourself wandering into his drivers’ room just as he was putting his fireproofs on. You had expected his girlfriend Hanna to attend, but luckily for you she was busy, and you were going to make the most of that fact. You ogled his body for a second before he noticed you staring and grinned at you as he put his top on.

“There’s my sunshine!” You jumped into his arms like you’d done so many times before. “I was wondering if I’d get to see you before the race”

‘Of course! I'd consider myself a bad friend if I didn’t come to wish you good luck”

He put you down and dramatically threw himself on the sofa.

“Yeah! I’m going to need it”

“Oh, come on Seb I’m sure you’ll do great” You sat down next to him and put your hand on his knee, squeezing slightly. “If you want... I could give you a good luck present” you slid your hand slowly up his thigh and his leg jolted slightly “If you know what I mean”.

He glanced at your hand before looking back into your eyes, you could tell his mind was racing, obviously going in the right direction. “No, I don’t know what you mean” He gulped as your hand went higher and you batted your eyelashes at him.

“You know, I’m not the innocent kid who didn’t know what a blowie was anymore, I’ve learned a lot since then”.

Seb’s pupils were wide, and you could feel his fireproofs tenting under your hand. “I could show you if you’d like”.

You squeezed his cock over the fabric, and he grabbed your hand “Fuck sunshine, I can’t let you do this, you’re sixteen for fuck’s sake”

“Don’t act like you don’t fuck girls on the daily, Seb” You jumped up off the sofa and into his lap, straddling him.

“Yes, but I’ve known you since you were a baby, and you’re still a minor, Fuck-” Your hand had slithered its way into his fireproofs and was squeezing around him like a vice.

“I’m past the age of consent, Seb, you know that. And I know you’ve thought about it. About me. You’re not as quiet as you think you are when you come round to our house, you know.” You trailed sloppy kisses down his neck and chest, over his fireproofs as your hands got rid of the bottom half.

“Shit, aaah-” He hissed, and his resolve crumbled under your touch. “Fuck”

“Please Seb, please let me suck your cock for good luck” You purred, and he let his hands grip onto your hair as you nosed up the length of his now exposed cock.

He was staring into your eyes, guilt written all over his face as he nibbled nervously on his lip. “Fuck, sunshine what are you doing to me”.

Instead of answering, you took half of him into your mouth and sucked. He cried out and bucked his hips involuntarily, making you choke slightly.

“Shit sorry!” His concern was adorable, but unnecessary.

“Don’t worry Sebby, I trained myself out of a gag reflex, just for you” and before he could say anything else you sank down on him to the base and the noise he let out was inhuman. His head fell back, and his eyes rolled into his skull.

Yeah, you’d definitely been practising. And you were unbelievable.

He did end up winning the race, and the championship. And you grinned at him when he looked down at you from the podium, shaking his head and laughing before almost getting drowned in champagne by Lewis and Jenson.

2011

The next year you showed up in his driver’ room at the Japanese Grand prix, per his request. You knew this was the race that would potentially secure him his second championship win so you strutted in, pushed him onto his little bed in the corner and kissed him senseless as your hands started undressing him immediately.

“Tell me, Seb-” You got his shirt open and trailed kisses down his chest. “Do you think you’re capable of winning the championship on your own this year?” Off went his trousers “Orrrr…” then went his underwear “Would you like a blowie, for good luck?” You grinned at him, mouth hovering inches away from his rapidly hardening cock.

He grinned back at you, slightly breathless. “I think-” he sat up and pulled you in for a quick kiss “you can never say no to a good blowie”. He lay back down, arms behind his head, and that was all you needed to get to work.

He did in fact win the race, and the championship.

You couldn’t make it to Abu Dhabi however, and he got a puncture on the first lap.

Figures.

2012

You celebrated your 18th birthday with Sebastian, one on one. He took you out to dinner during the summer break. You had finally finished school and were moving on to other things. You had no idea what those things would be, but you were excited none the less. He’d managed to convince Hanna he was on a business trip to meet a sponsor, but you didn’t think for a second that she bought any of it.

Sebastian told you all about the intense race for the Championship, given you weren’t able to attend any of the races before the summer. He had apparently taken to relieving stress by fucking anything that moved, and that included some of the other drivers. You couldn’t help but imagine him being bent over his massage table, reduced to a begging mess by his teammate. Everything Seb told you about Mark got you riled up before dessert had even been served, and you couldn’t help but wonder if that was his goal all along.

When you got back to his hotel, the real birthday celebration started. And it lasted all bloody night.

All the things Seb had thought about doing to you since the very first time you’d asked what a blowie was, he did to you that night. All the tension accumulated over the years finally boiled over, as he brought you over the edge so many times you lost count, with his mouth, his hands, his cock. He was going to ruin you for anyone else.

“Nobody can have you like this, can they?”

“No Seb just you- Fuck!” You panted as he pounded into you from behind, pressing you against the massive hotel windows, facing the city lights.

It was almost romantic. Almost.

“You think anyone can see you from down there? All those people that don’t know how good you’re being for me.” The thought of being seen made you even wetter and you whined. He only chuckled.

“I’m sure if Mark were walking past, he would love to know what is happening up here. Would you like that? Would you like Webber to watch you come undone on my cock?”

You didn’t even need to answer, you cried out in pure extasy as you came for the umpteenth time that night and then slumped against the cool glass. The only thing holding you up being Seb’s arm around your waist and his other one propping your leg up as he trapped you against the window, grinding into you as he came inside you with a groan.

“Well sunshine, I guess that’s a ‘yes’ then, hmm?” He whispered in your ear before pecking you on the cheek. He lifted you up, carried you to the bed and went to get a cloth to clean you up with.

You giggled when he came back “You know Seb, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re so obsessed with Mark that you want to show me off to him. Is it because you want him to approve of me? Or be jealous? Or do you just want to flaunt your amazing skills in bed that I’m suuure are better than his?” You were obviously just trying to rile him up.

He laughed dryly as he wiped you down but didn’t reply. Perhaps you’d struck a nerve. He didn’t mention Mark for a long time after that.

You couldn’t make the race in COTA, so it was critical for you to be at Interlagos with Seb. You got a plane ticket several days before and gave him a good luck blowjob every single night, for good measure.

He won, of course.

2013

2013 got real weird, real quick.

For starters, you were 19 with no job and no idea what you were going to do with your life, but you spent all your time around older millionaire formula 1 drivers. You were basically an honorary member of the team by now and had a free paddock pass for every race you could attend.

Then, there was the issue of Seb living with his girlfriend, so you couldn’t stay at his place anymore, and in the rare instances where you and Hanna saw each other, the other drivers became exceptionally awkward around the both of you.

The last thing was, Mark didn’t win a single race all season, and Seb was a huge dick about it. He strutted around Mark in the paddock like a peacock. And he took you to every other GP to fuck you in his drivers’ room when he knew Mark could hear you from next door, just to drive him crazy.

It all came to a head in India. The race that secured Seb his fourth consecutive championship.

He was fucking you in his drivers’ room (more like railing the absolute shit out of you) on the long sofa that lined the wall. Face down, ass up, you were being loud, no longer caring about Mark hearing you.

Then, his phone started buzzing, Mark’s name flashed across the screen, along with an unflattering photo.

Seb answered it, put him on speaker and set the phone down next to your head.

“Would you two keep it down, the whole bloody garage can hear you!” Mark hissed.

“Yeah?” Seb answered “Hear that, sunshine? Everyone can hear how good I’m fucking you” His hips kept slapping against yours obscenely.

You moaned and Mark scoffed “Sounds like she’s faking Sebby, I guess those championships must be compensating for something...”

“Why don’t you come in here and say that to my face then Webber” Seb spat before hanging up.

You gasped as he grabbed your hair and pounded into you harder. “Seb! What-”

“You like having an audience, admit it.” He growled “You’d like nothing more than if Webber stormed in here and-”

He hadn’t even finished his sentence before Mark did just that. He was standing at the door, flushed, as if he’d sprinted over.

You turned your head to look at him but before you could say anything, Seb slowed down to a hard grind inside you, making your eyes roll back and you let out a shaky moan.

Mark’s eyes were scanning you and Seb, checking you both out. And obviously enjoying the view if the tent that was forming in his fireproofs was any indication.

From his angle he could see where Seb’s cock was buried inside you, where you were literally dripping down your thighs and onto the sofa and he let out a gasp. “Fuck Seb, she’s so wet”

“I guess she’s not faking then” Seb said smugly, picking up the pace again.

A lack of response from Mark prompted Seb to sigh and beckon him over.

“Don’t just stand there, come sit down, this will take a while”.

“What?” Utterly fucked out, you twisted your upper body to look at him, the confusion on your face matching Mark’s.

Seb smirked at you. “We’re going to play a little game, okay sunshine? I’m going to make you feel good, and Mark is going to watch. But you cannot come until he does, understand?”

Your jaw dropped, and he gave a hard thrust. “Understand, baby?” He repeated and you nodded quickly.

He turned to Mark “Well? You don’t want to be the reason she can't come, do you? Get to work.”

“Shit” Mark looked half murderous, half ridiculously turned on as he slowly lowered his suit and freed himself, starting to work his dry hand up and down his cock slowly and Seb chuckled “Put you hand out”.

Mark did as he was told, confused, and he almost combusted on the spot as you spat on his hand.

“Wow, she’s such a good girl, isn’t she?”

Seb groaned, as if Mark was talking to him. The older man’s presence was finally getting to him.

Mark’s hand inched towards your face, but Seb slapped it away. “No touching, she is mine”.

You tightened around him, about to come when he abruptly pulled out. You whined and squirmed as your orgasm faded, but he just shushed you and turned you over onto your back roughly, almost knocking the wind out of you. “Shhh baby, remember the rules?” He was rubbing your hips soothingly as he spoke “Mark has to come first, I’m not the one you should be begging”.

You turned to the other man.

“Please Mark, please, please come. I need to come so bad, Mark, please, fuck I need it...” You were almost babbling at this point, and Mark melted.

Sebastian swiftly slid back into you as Mark’s hand picked up the pace on his own cock, glancing at your writhing body and at Seb. You tightened around him as you felt yourself get closer to the edge again. The two men were grunting and looking straight at each other as they moved, almost as if they were trying to get each other off. Their weird power play was tipping back and forth, and you were caught in the middle. Not that you were complaining.

Mark came all over himself and you felt Seb throbbing inside you as he started rubbing your clit to get you off faster, the sight of his teammate was affecting his self-control, and he was getting closer by the second. You came together, and he slumped over you, his legs and arms giving out.

Mark was panting and you looked at each other, having a silent conversation while Seb was recovering. He got up to go and get cleaned up in the small adjacent bathroom.

While he was gone, you stroked up and down Seb’s back and whispered in his ear “You okay, Seb?”

He sniffled into your neck before replying “Yes, I’m just a bit overwhelmed.” He lifted his head to kiss you before flashing you his signature grin. “I’m a four-time formula 1 world champion!”

The two of you giggled and he dropped his head back down and sighed contentedly, planting lazy kisses on your shoulder.

Mark came out of the bathroom and laughed silently at Sebastian behind his back. You scowled and the two of you argued with your eyes again. ‘Congratulate him you prick!’ Your eyes said. He rolled his before walking up to your entangled bodies and put a hand on Seb’s shoulder, making the younger man shiver. “Congrats on the title, mate. But there’s a few races left, I could still beat you.”

Seb snorted “Sure, if you say so. Now you can fuck off”.

You smirked at Mark, and he slinked out of the room without another word.

Well needless to say he did not beat Sebastian. And he promptly retired.

2014

It was a shit year for Redbull, Seb DNF’d in Australia, Monaco, and Austria. He didn’t win a single race, but his new teammate Daniel did, and that was a sore subject. You lost count of the amount of pity blowjobs you gave him that year. He came to visit you often to lift his spirits, but you could always tell the season wasn’t going great, and it was taking a toll on him.

The one good thing to come out of that season was that you travelled around with him a lot, Hanna not being particularly interested in attending races. He was certainly rich enough to pay for your flights and hotels (not that you needed separate rooms most of the time).

You were the first person to know about his transfer to Ferrari. And you were both very excited about it. New team, new start, hopefully new championship wins.

Unbeknownst to you however, Seb had added an extra condition when he negotiated his new contract...

2015

During winter break, just before Christmas, Seb came to see you in at your parents’ house. That’s how you found out that he had gotten you a job at Ferrari, as part of his contract.

You were elated. It meant you would be around each other a lot more, and you could start pulling your own weight, feeling a little guilty that Seb had sort of been your sugar daddy for the past few years, not that he minded of course. And it also meant no more sneaking around and avoiding cameras at races to not alert Hanna to your presence at Seb’s side most of the time, not that it was really a secret anymore, you two weren’t discreet around the other drivers, and the drivers were all fucking each other as well anyway so no one cared.

As tradition dictated, you gave Seb an obligatory blowie to celebrate his Ferrari contract and your new job. And then, your parents being out of town, you had wild passionate nasty sex on every surface, as you wouldn’t be seeing each other for a few months, until the season started.

Needless to say, there would be no Championship win celebration blow job in Abu Dhabi, that year.

2017

It was your 3rd year working on the media team at Ferrari. It was a blast, you were severely overpaid, and you got to spend most of your time with the man you were having intimate relations with. Who could ask for more?

In Silverstone, Seb made a bet with Kimi. They were high (not on adrenaline, just high) and decided to wager on who would finish on top in the race. Kimi got a podium while Seb only got p7, but Kimi not being a man with a huge imagination, he had no idea what favour he wanted. So, it dragged on for months, until one day you were filming a promo video in Singapore with them, and his mind suddenly came up with the answer.

“Her” He pointed at you from across the room. Seb feigned innocence, pretending not to know what Kimi was inferring.

“What about her?” he asked tentatively.

Kimi smirked devilishly. “I want her. For the bet, you know. I want to watch you. To see how disappointing you are in bed”

He was only teasing, but he knew exactly how to get under Seb’s skin. So he agreed, and he asked you, and you agreed. Great. Kimi Räikkönen was going to watch you have sex, no biggie. After all, you’d done it before with Mark, this would be fine.

After a frustrating double DNF, you all went out to karaoke. You didn’t think Kimi was the type, but he showed up to the bar already three sheets to the wind, so you figured he wasn’t really there for the singing anyway.

Kimi was giving you sultry looks all night, which sent shivers down your spine. You’d never considered the man to be the epitome of hotness, but you couldn’t help wondering what it would be like to spend a night with Kimi. Was he passionate? Or was he just as ice cold as always?

You would soon find out as the three of you piled into a taxi back to the hotel, both Seb and Kimi’s wandering hands distracting you from trying to give the driver the address.

On the way, you’d ended up with Seb’s mouth on you neck and Kimi’s hand up your skirt, gently teasing you over the pathetic peace of fabric you called underwear.

By the time you were up into someone’s room, who’s room it was was impossible to say, your senses were engulfed by the two men. Kimi was behind you, trailing his mouth over your neck and shoulders and holding you up, while Seb was on his knees between your legs, one of them hooked over his shoulder, tongue eagerly working itself over your needy pussy as his fingers worked over that special spot deep inside you.

You came like that, then Seb stood back up and asked, “How was that, sunshine?”

You scoffed in disbelief at the question “It was amazing as always, baby. Are you going to fuck me now?”

He raised his eyebrows at Kimi, like ‘disappointing huh? I think not’ then pointed to the chair in the corner to signal to Kimi to sit in it, and led you over to the bed and put you on all fours.

He was halfway through railing you into next week, one hand holding your arms behind your back and the other around your neck, when Kimi piped up from the cuck chair.

“Can I come on her tits?”

Seb paused mid thrust and you whined “What do you think, sunshine? You want him to come all over your pretty tits, baby?”

“Yes, Seb, anything just keep going please!” You begged, but he didn’t move.

“Ah, ah, sunshine, be a good girl and tell Kimi what you want him to do to you”.

You huffed and looked at Kimi, who was observing you with hooded eyes and his mouth slightly open as he pumped his cock leisurely, waiting for an answer.

“Yes Kimi, please come all over my tits, I’ll be a good girl for you”.

The two men groaned in unison, and Seb picked up the pace again. He wasn’t going to last long, and neither were you, so he flipped you over onto your back and slid back into you quickly, beckoning Kimi over. He circled your clit expertly and you both came together fairly quicly, while Kimi watched and pumped his cock furiously, not far off as well.

“Go on then Kimi, give it to me” you gasped, sticking your tongue out for him, and that was it for the Finnish man.

He came in spurts over your chest, face, and mouth as he let out a shaky groan, finishing himself off before finding his pants and leaving with a simple “You two looked good” and winked at you. Truly a man of many words.

You and Seb laughed together, the adrenaline coming down as you both cleaned up and snuggled up under the covers.

“Weirdly, that wasn’t horrible” You giggled, and Seb acquiesced.

“You know, I think I like sharing you.” Seb kissed your temple, and you hummed, sleep almost taking you before he added “How do you feel about David Coulthard?”

You gasped and slapped his shoulder lightly “Oh my god he’s ancient!” and Seb scoffed, offended but let it go, sleep overtaking you both.

But he didn’t forget.

2019

All Sebastian could talk about for months was the eager twink Ferrari had dumped in his lap. So of course you had to have a taste. Or rather...

“My goodness Charles, you have got to taste her”.

Charles looked at you for permission before diving in. Even though he was younger than you, he obviously had experience as he brought you to the edge in no time. He got you wet and shaking before Seb had even finished taking his clothes off. You gasped as the waves of pleasure washed over you and Charles continued his assault on your weeping pussy. Seb only yanked him up by the hair after your second orgasm, and he looked absolutely wrecked. Face covered in your wetness, lips swollen, and eyes completely glazed over. Sebastian leaned in close to speak softly in his ear, making the younger man shiver.

“You want to fuck her Charlie? You want to fill her up properly while I fuck her pretty little mouth?” He said, while maintaining eye contact with you. Charles nodded a bit too enthusiastically and you both laughed at him.

Lucky for you, Charles’ cock was thick, and he stretched you out wonderfully while Sebastian fucked gently into your mouth. You were on your hands and knees, shaking through your 3rd orgasm when Charles finally came inside you, filling you to the brim.

While he cleaned himself up in the hotel bathroom, Seb turned you over onto your back and slipped inside you with ease. He started a maddeningly slow rhythm as he wrapped his arms around you possessively, and you tried to cling onto him, but your arms were useless at this point.

When Charles came back out, Seb didn’t even look at him as he told him he could go, so he didn’t push his luck and scarpered.

“Only I can have you like this” you preened under his touch, his hands gliding over your body, pinching your skin, and then soothing it as you went completely mad underneath him.

“Please Seb” You babbled mindlessly “I’ll be good, please, please just- “. Your eyes closed of their own volition and your head rolled to the side, losing all motor skills as he continued hitting that spot deep inside you. He grabbed your jaw and made you look back at him “You’re mine, aren’t you? Only I can make you beg like this, right sunshine?”

You wailed as you came around him, your final orgasm of the night taking its toll on you, rendering you completely boneless. And you didn’t move at all while he slipped out and got up to get you cleaned up. And you barely registered the bed shifting as settled under the covers with you, holding you gently, like you were the most precious thing in his world.

That year, Seb got married to his childhood sweetheart.

2022

The next time you saw him outside of the paddock was at his retirement party. The whole grid was there, plus his family, his friends, your family, and a bunch of other people. And his wife.

It was a proper retirement bash, and most people were at least tipsy within an hour of their arrival, Seb insisting on everyone getting shit faced to celebrate.

You snuck up to his bedroom and sat on the bed. You sighed longingly, it was surely the last time you would get to do this.

Seb came up a few minutes after you, after making sure someone was occupying Hanna.

He opened you up on his fingers, mouth mapping out your body, as if trying to imprint the feeling of it on his tongue. Once he slid inside you, it took you both an embarrassingly short amount of time to reach your peaks, but you did so together, your foreheads pressed together, breathing in each other’s air, hands scrambling for purchase on each other’s bodies. Then staying wrapped in each other’s arms for far longer than was necessary.

It was bittersweet. The end of an era.

Once you were both decent, you went back down and ensured that only good memories would be had of this party, lighting up the dance floor, lighting up the bar (you made flaming cocktails, which someone *cough*Charles*cough* spilled on the bar), all the while laughing, and crying a bit, with some of Seb’s soon to be ex-fellow drivers.

Epilogue:

It was Suzuka 2023, and you’d been waiting for this moment for months.

Seb’s bee house project was great for the bees and all, but it was even better for you.

The evening of his arrival at the paddock, you were buzzing (pun intended) with excitement.

When you spotted him, you shrieked, scaring a couple of engineers nearby, and ran towards him. It was a bit unprofessional given that you were still very much an FIA employee, but you couldn’t help it, you jumped into his waiting arms, like you’d done so many times before, and squeezed the life out of him.

“Sunshine!” Seb smiled as he lowered you back down.

“Old man!” You said and he rolled his eyes.

“I’m not that old”

“You’re retired, and I have work to do!” you said, as you started walking away.

“Doesn’t mean I’m old, means I had a successful career!” he shouted at your retreating figure.

“Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, Grandpa!”

Cut to a few hours later in his hotel room.

“Are you sure it’s okay for old people to get blowies?” You mocked as you got down on your knees between Sebastian’s legs “Like, you’re not going to have a heart attack are you?”

“I think.” He gripped your hair, bringing your mouth to his cock.

“You can never say no to a good blowie”.

The end.

#my thots #sebastian thots #f1 #formula 1 #sebastian vettel #sebastian vettel smut #sebastian vettel x reader #sv5 #charles leclerc #mark webber #kimi raikkonen

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whorekneecentral · 1 year ago

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Kimi always sneaking off with you for a ‘nap’. Pre-race,post race, during a red flag; everyone thinks he’s just a soft sleepy boi. And he is…after things get a lil spicy😈

banger yet again

Kimi was supposed to be getting ready for his race, you were relaxing in his driver's room so you weren't in the way while they prepped in the garage.

You were laying on the couch, flipping through the book you weren't really reading when the door unlocked. Your husband walks in and you look at him confused, "aren't you supposed to be getting ready for your race?"

"I have a few minutes, wanna take a quick nap." There was nothing quick about Kimi's naps.

You were gonna force him away from the couch but he was already on top of you, squeezing him behind you, between you and the couch.

Your husband cuddles into your side, kissing the back of your shoulder as he drapes his arm over your hips. You lean back into him, not letting yourself get too comfortable before he falls asleep there.

Kimi's hand moved down, fingers fiddling with the hem of your dress. "Whatcha doing?" you asked, resting your hand on his.

He doesn't answer, hand moving lower and eventually disappearing under your dress.

"Kimi," you breathe, wrapping your own hand around his wrist.

"What?" He mumbles into your shoulder, his hand slipping down the front of your panties.

Your head tips back ,resting on his shoulder. "You're gonna be late."

"That's okay, you're worth it."

#kimi raikkonen #kimi raikkonen smut #kimi raikkonen x reader

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maxillness · 5 months ago

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╰┈➤Darling Hassu || KR7 x wife!Reader

Warnings: 18+, Angst, nipple play, oral (f), fingering

Wordcount: 1.3k

Kimi would say he was fine, if it wasn’t for the way he had noticed his wife was starting to drift away from him

She stood at the kitchen island, writing stuff down on a piece of paper

Kimi walked up to her, snaking his arms around her waist, putting his chin on her shoulder

“I was thinking, that we could get your sister take the kids, and we could go out” He said low, kissing the spot on her shoulder that were bare

“I have that meeting tomorrow” She said, not once putting her pen down, or showing any kind of hurt or guilt, or any kind of change in her voice

“Mh. Forgot about that. Okay. You coming to bed?” He asked, kissing her cheekbone

“Yeah. A minute. Just need to finish this up” She sighed, shifting slightly on her feet

30 minutes went by before she slid into bed, making sure not to wake her sleeping husband

She was fast asleep, but felt a big hand on her hip before she did, holding her body flushed against his

The next morning, Kimi woke up by his alarm. He turned it off before realising her side of the bed was empty

He turned on his phone, seeing a message from his missing wife

I went to work early

No ‘I love you’. No ‘see you later’. No heart emoji. No nothing

He sighed and put down his phone before he got out of bed

“Daddy, where’s mommy?” Their daughter asked as they sat to eat breakfast

“She went to work early, hassu” He said, smiling, knowing damn well he wondered if she actually were at work

“She’s gonna be out late, isn’t she?” Their son asked, sighing

He nodded “She’s got a meeting tonight” He sighed, putting his spoon down into his bowl

“But it’s Friday” The girl whined “It’s movie night” You could see the tears start to swell in her eyes

“I know, baby” He brushed her hair out of her face “But… We can go to your aunts and watch movies with her instead” The girl’s eyes shot up and she smiled while nodding quickly

“Good. Hurry up or you’re gonna be late for school”

Kimi had gotten home that night without the kids. They wanted to stay at their aunt’s for the weekend

He sat on the back porch with a glass of some liquor as he heard the front door open and close inside

He stood up and got inside. He discarded of his glass in the kitchen as he made his way into her study

He stood in the doorway, watching as she didn’t notice him there

“Are you still in love, my darling?” He asked, standing in his spot fiddling with his fingers. She didn’t look up, almost like she didn’t hear him

“Did you fall out of love, my darling” He said, this time making her look up. She saw the way his eyes turned glossy

“What?” She asked confused, not knowing what the fuck he was talking about

“Please don’t run away, don’t leave” Her facial expression turned into something with guilt as a tear escaped his eye, rolling down his cheek

“Are you still in love, my darling? Did you fall out of love, my darling?” She turned her whole body so that she was facing him

“N-no. It’s not like that, hassu” She stood up, making her way over to him “I love you so, so, so much” Her own eyes were swelling up as well “I could never imagine a life without you” She took his face into both of her hands

“Then what? I miss you” He said, putting his hands on her hips, squeezing her softly

“I-I’ve just been stressed. Work is killing me at the moment. I’m so sorry, baby” She stood slightly on her toes, pulling herself up to kiss him softly

He snaked his arms around her waist, pulling her further into the kiss, making her arms fall around his neck

“I know we haven’t been intimate for weeks, b-but, I’ve just been so tired lately” She said as she pulled back

“Then let me take care of you” He said low “Let me make you scream so loud the neighbours will hear you”

She was surprised by his comment “The kids-“

“At your sisters until Sunday” She looked up into his eyes, pupils blown wide, hiding the colour in the iris

She barely got to nod before she was dragged into the bedroom and thrown onto the bed

Kimi hovered over her, kissing her roughly as his hands made work of her shirt, pulling it over her head before attaching his lips to her neck

She whimpered as his thumb went over her clothed nipples. His hands went behind her, unhooking her bra and throwing it to the floor with her shirt

His lips immediately went around one of her nipples while his hand played with the other, drawing all kind out soft sounds out of her

“K-Kimi. Please. Hassu, please” Her eyes were closed as arched her back up into his touch

He caved in, trailing his lips and hands down her body. His lips settled on her lower abdomen above the waistband of her pants as his hands worked on getting them off of her

He pressed his tongue to her clit through her panties, drawing out a high-pitched moan out of her

She gripped the sheets tightly as he started pulling her panties down, his fingertips ghosting slightly over her skin

He started kissing the insides of her thighs, kissing all the way up to attach his lips around her clit, tongue flicking it, drawing out loud moan from her

“Yes. Fuck. Hassu, please” She moaned, bucking her hips up into his mouth, making him dig his nails into her thighs, pulling her down to the bed again

“Kimi, p-please” She pleaded, wanting his fingers so badly inside of her

He gave in on her plead, teasing her entrance with two of his fingers, his tongue still toying with her clit

She gripped the sheets so tight as he entered her fingers, that she was afraid she’d rip them

He started with slow motions as he kissed her thighs again, earning a whine from the loss of the contact

He started going faster, curling his fingers as well, hitting the spot inside her that made her see stars as her thighs shook

She was moaning so loud she was sure she’d have a throat burn tomorrow, and wouldn’t be able to speak for at least a couple of days

He had missed to hear her loud sounds. She would normally never hold back, but after they had gotten the kids, she’d had to keep her sounds at bay

“F-fuck. Kimi, ‘m so close. P-please- ah” Her body shook as she was nearing her orgasm, clenching down around his fingers as he sped up his curling of his fingers

She didn’t get another word out before she was coming around his fingers, body shaking rapidly as she clenched around him

He slowed down, riding her orgasm out. She whimpered as he pulled out of her

She looked down at him, watching as he wiped her juices off his lower part of his face

He gave the inside of her thigh a quick kiss before getting off of the bed

He got himself into a pair of sweats before going over to the bed with some clean clothes for her to sleep in

She sat up and pulled the fresh panties on and the oversized t-shirt over her torso

“I feel bad I can’t help you” She said, noticing the very obvious boner in his sweats

“Don’t fuss about it, hassu. Tonight was all about you” He said, pulling her body into his as they laid under the sheets

#smut #formula one #kimi räikkönen x reader #kimi räikkönen smut #kimi raikkonen #Kimi Räikkönen x reader smut #Spotify

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