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kinktober - day 17: inappropriate relationship // t.w

Toto Wolff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: inappropriate work relationship, age gap (reader is in 20s), power imbalance vibes, oral (f!receiving), teasing, jealous!Toto for a moment, accidental orgasm denial, penetrative sex, finger sucking. 

Word Count: 2,927

Author’s Note: this one is for my toto whores <3 and don’t act like y’all aren't out there cause I know you are. 

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Tall, Handsome and Older; your boss has taken an extra special liking to one of the interns. 

Your arms brushed against each other’s, the elevator empty aside from the two of you and yet, you found yourself right next to him. 

“Good morning, Mr. Wolff,” you smile at him, standing next to you. 

Toto glances up from his phone, looking over at you. “Good morning, y/n.” And with that, he stepped off the elevator and out into the lobby. It takes you a moment to realize it's your stop as well, stepping past the closing doors. 

You were waiting for two of the other members of the Mercedes media crew, all of you heading into work together. 

It was the Austrian Grand Prix this week, Mercedes’ team principal’s home race. There was talk of doing a ‘day in the life of..’ with Toto but no one wanted to do it, plus you were the newest member so obviously, you got stuck doing whatever everyone else didn’t want to do -- chain of command of course. 

You were a bit nervous to be honest. Toto was always so intimidating even though you had known him for a while now. 

Truthfully, you hadn’t bumped into him by accident this morning. He had left your room in the early hours of the morning, long before anyone else was up. He knew what time you’d be leaving your room,  he knew you’d take the elevator on the right rather than the left, he also knew you’d stand right next to him.

The same way he knew you’d be looking at him as he steps out the hotel doors, he gave you a small smile before heading out. 

“Y/n!?” Josh waved his arms in front of you, “did you hear me?” 

You turn to him, “yeah no, it’s fine. I’ll do it.”

“You’ll follow Toto around?”

Fuck. “Um, yeah sure. That’s fine.” 

The drive to the track wasn't long, the media department did a quick briefing before you handed a phone and sent off in the direction of the team principal's office. You knock on the door, you hear a come in and you stick your head in. 

“Morning,” you say to the man for the second time that day. 

“Hi sweetheart. Shut the door, it’s loud.” He says before you shut the door. 

Your back is pressed to the cold frosted glass door, looking over at the man sat at the desk. You had yet to say why you were there, it's unlike you to drop by his office for no reason. Although you two had recently been seeing each other, the extent of it was late night hook ups and sneaking around. No one drops by to see the other unannounced and especially not at work. 

Toto sat at his desk, white button up clinging to him with the sleeves rolled up and his glasses on. He stared at you for a moment before speaking. “What do you need?” He asks, his voice pulling you back to reality. 

“They want to do a day in the life thing because it's your home race, I promise you won’t even know I'm here.” You ramble out an answer. 

He smiles at you, nodding towards the couch in his office. “Have a seat then. Usually I'd say no but since media sent their prettiest officer, I guess you can stay.” 

You can feel the red hue on your cheeks, smiling as you sit. “It’s gonna be on Mercedes’s Instagram story so I'll record in between, asking questions and what not.” You tell him, unlocking the phone before you open Instagram. 

Toto doesn't answer, he’s already back to working on whatever was opened on his laptop. You get up and step out of the office, taking a video starting from the nameplate hung on the door; Toto Wolff, CEO & Team Principal, before unlocking the door again to pan to him working on his laptop. 

The caption was “boss man hard at work.” 

 You step back in, shutting the door. “Okay, I'm gonna ask you something now so I'll need an answer.” You give him the heads up before recording again. “So Mr. Wolff, what are you working on this morning ?” 

He glances up at the phone, “I’m currently going over the race stats from last race, seeing what we can tweak and what we’ll keep the same.” He says, “I can show you but you can’t record that bit.” He adds in that last bit with a smile, his eyes shifting from the phone to you. 

You add the clip to the story before setting the phone on the desk. 

Toto watches as you walk over to him, your white shirt tucked into the black skirt you had on, despite the rain it was still fairly warm out today. He can’t help but admire your figure as you come to stand next to him. 

“What’s this one for?” You ask him, pointing at the yellow line on the screen, watching as it spiked up and down. He looks away from you, back to the screen. 

Toto’s arm wraps around your waist, pulling you down onto his lap. You land with an oof, the man catching you off guard. The door was shut, no one would see you two so you let yourself sit there for the moment as he explains the difference between the coloured lines. Toto’s hand slipped between your thighs, resting there. 

“We can’t,” you whisper to him, knowing that even if the door is shut, it’s unlocked and anyone could walk in at any given moment. 

“No one is coming, baby.” He tells you, his hand snaking further up your thighs. His fingers brushed against the lace under your skirt. “Let me take this off you, hm? Want to see how pretty you look.” He says, helping you off his lap. 

The laptop now shut and your skirt in a pile on the floor as you sat on the desk in front of him, legs spread and his face buried between your legs. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as his tongue lapped over your clit, his hands pushing your closing thighs apart. 

It was taking all of him not to bend you over the desk and fuck you until you scream his name but you know, decorum is needed; this was still a workplace. 

Your hips buck, tugging on his hair as you’re about to cum but his phone buzzes, and then again, and once more after that. 

It was his stupid alarm.

He pulls away from you, you groan at the loss of touch and frankly, the loss of orgasm. 

“Sorry sweetheart, I'm needed down in the garage.” He gives you a quick kiss, you can taste yourself on his lips. “Get dressed, I have to fix my hair and we’re good to go.” 

You blush, realizing you're sitting on his desk with nothing on your lower half. Your skirt was closer so you put that on, tucking your shirt into the skirt back where it was previously. Glancing around, you can’t seem to find your panties - what a day to lose them. 

“Uh,” you look over at the man, watching as he tucked a few strands of hair back into place. “Have you seen my panties?” 

He shrugs, “no? Where’d you put them?” 

You can’t help but roll your eyes. “You flung them somewhere.” 

Toto shrugs once more, “you’ll be fine, come on.” 

“No! I’m not going down there with no panties on!” you exclaim, a look of horror on your face. Toto bites back a smile, reaching into his pocket for something. He tosses the fabric at you and when you catch it, you soon realize it's your panties. 

“Are you serious?” You ask him, stepping into them and pulling them up. Toto smiles once more, pulling you by the waist to him. “How does it go? Serious as a heart attack? I heard George say it.” 

You laugh, smiling as you smooth over the wrinkles on his skirt. “Yeah, that’s it.”

The two of you make a quick trip down to the garage and he does his rounds,  checking in with the mechanics and engineers to make sure they’re all good for the afternoon qualifying session. You take a few photos to make a little post on the story seeing that you can’t really film due to the info that was displayed on the screen. 

You don’t get to spend much time in the garage, you mostly work behind the scenes. One of the mechanics was explaining something to you about the rear wing of the car before Toto called for you. “C’mon, let’s go.” 

You thank the mechanic and head off behind Toto. You end up in the hospitality building and he decides it's time for lunch. You’re sitting at the table with him, clicking away on the phone, overlaying photos and catching up on posts and responding to comments while he eats. 

“Aren't you hungry? You need to eat.” 

“In a second,” you wave him off, going back to working on whatever it was you were working on. 

Toto always admired that about you, no matter how much he tried to pull you away from work, you always reminded him that work came first. 

“Hey you,” you hear him behind you, his hand on your shoulder as you look back. “Hey Lew,” you smile, twisting in your chair to give him a hug. He says hello to Toto before you and he chat for a few moments. 

“You should come by and see Roscoe, I'm sure he'll love to see you.” 

“I’ll see if I can sneak away for a bit,” you say with a smile, and Lewis nods. “You know where to find me.” He says before walking off. 

Toto’s face didn’t hide his displeasure well. “What?” You ask him and he doesn’t react. “I didn’t know you two were so close.” 

Your brows furrow, looking at the older man. “Close?” 

“Come by to see Roscoe?” Toto says, judgement all over his face and you laugh. “I was his press officer for a few races, remember? I got close with Roscoe, that’s all.” You tell him. 

You can’t help but press your thighs together at the thought of him being jealous over you and Lewis. The fact that he might actually be upset turned you on in some weird way. 

You snap a few photos of him reading through emails as he eats lunch, posting them before you two head back to the garage. 

Toto lets you sit next to him, handing you a headset as you watch the multiple screens. You shift in your seat to take a little video of him, “what are we up to now?” You ask from behind the camera. 

“Getting ready for quali,” he says, pointing off behind you and nodding towards the car. You shift the other way to pan the camera to George getting into his car. You rewatch the clip before posting it to the story.  

You end up sitting next to him all through qualifying, he explains to you the bits and pieces of the session, things that pop up on the monitors. His hand slips under the counter, resting on your knee and you glance over at him before brushing his hand away. 

Toto ignores your movement, putting his hand back but higher up this time; on your thigh. 

His grip is tight, squeezing your soft flesh. There will definitely be a slight bruise there in the morning. 

George ended up in P4 and Lewis in P9, it wasn't perfect but it wasn't horrible. You waited for him to finish before you followed him back down the hallway to his office. You decide to record another clip. 

“Tell me, Mr. Wolff. How are we feeling about the quali results ?” You look at him from behind the camera. 

He stops and turns to face you, “P4 and P9, it’s not ideal but we can make it work, I have no doubt in our drivers and we will give it our all tomorrow.” He says, his PR side jumping out. 

You nod, posting the clip with a caption; “wise words for tomorrow’s race.” 

He lets you back into the office, his hand on your lower back as you two step in, the man shutting the door behind you.

 “Did you get enough for today?” He asks, sitting at his desk. You’re by the door, “I think I did. I'm going to head back now though, I have stuff to edit and-” 

“Stay,” he says, cutting you off. 

“I really shouldn’t, they’ll come looking for me.” 

“Who’s in charge?” He asks, and your cheeks are red again. “You are.” You answer him and he nods, “so stay.” 

You find yourself sitting on the couch, you slip your flats off and make yourself comfortable as you scroll through the comments on the posts from today. Toto glances at you over his laptop, he can’t help but wonder if this was who he had been waiting for all this time; a pretty little intern for him to show the world, in more ways than one. 

“It’s not often I get to do this,” he says, pulling your focus from the phone. “Do what?” You ask, setting the phone beside you.

“Show someone how things work. Everyone usually knows.” he tells you. You hum, undoing the bun your hair was up in. “Hm, is that so?” 

“It is,” he answers, walking over to sit next to you on the couch. You swing your legs up to rest on his lap as you click away on your phone. Toto takes the phone and sets it on the table so you’re looking at him now. 

His hand comes to rest on your leg, finger tracing a word over your smooth skin. Your eyes fixed on his hand as you tried to figure out what he was spelling. A line and one over top of that, a circle and then another line with one on top plus one last circle. 

“Why are you tracing your name into my leg?” You ask, chuckling. 

“You’re mine,” he says casually, going back to trace his name. 

Your brows furrow, pulling your legs away as you tuck them under you, now sitting on your knees looking at the man. “This is wrong.” 

“How?” 

“You’re my boss.” 

“Technically, yes but Allison is your-” “You know what I mean. We shouldn't be doing this.” 

Toto ignores your words, pulling you onto his lap, his hands resting on your hips. His eyes meet yours, “do you want to stop?” He asks you. 

You pause; gut response is no. Logically, yes would be the correct answer but that’s not what you said. You shook your head no but his gaze made you correct yourself. “No.” 

“Good girl.” He says, pulling you towards him to kiss you. 

The kiss was feverish, his hands wandering across your body and you can feel him push your skirt up over your hips whilst you grind down on his lap. Your hands are tugging on his shirt, undoing the buttons as he pulls yours off, tossing it somewhere behind you. 

You find yourself reaching for his belt, undoing it whilst he watches. His gaze made you uneasy; sure, you had slept with him before, he had eaten you out on his desk hours ago but there was something different. 

You were about to fuck the boss in his office. 

Talk about a cliché power imbalance. 

Toto’s hand wrapped around yours, pulling you to look at him. “You’re sure?” He asks. Your lips are on his, mumbling your answer. “Need you.” 

That was all he needed to hear. Reaching under you to push your panties to the side, letting you sink down into his cock. Your forehead pressed to his, arms over his shoulders as you let out a satisfied hum at the feeling of him stretching you out. 

You never got used to the feeling, but it felt better every single time. 

His hand on your hip guiding you, letting you bounce on his lap, his name falling from your lips. Toto’s free hand covers your mouth but that wasn't enough. There were people constantly passing by through the hallway, and someone walking in is the last thing either of you wants. 

Toto moves his hand, instead putting his fingers in your mouth to gag you. 

“Come on, I know you want to cum.” He says to you quietly, “you’re such a good girl, hm? Make yourself cum, go on.” His words nudged you on. The black lace between your legs matched your bra, now pulled down as he leans down to suck a mark against the soft flesh. 

He feels you clench around him, your hips stuttering and he knows you’re close. His hand moving from your mouth to between the two of you, fingers rubbing circles over your clit and your head falls onto his shoulder, biting down to muffle the sounds slipping past your lips. 

Toto rubs along your back as you come down from your high, kissing your shoulder softly. “Feel better?” 

“Mhm, so much better.” You mumble against his shoulder before sitting up again. Your arms over his shoulders as your eyes meet his. 

“Is this the right thing?” You ask him. 

“Don’t worry about that. One day at a time,” he tells you, smiling before giving you a kiss. 

It was safe to say, you were Toto’s favourite when it came to media duties. 

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kinktober - day 3: corruption // s.v5

Sebastian Vettel x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: rbr!seb (he’s a warning by himself), alcohol and the consumption of, reader being way too innocent and seb has to do��something about it, corruption, inexperienced reader, teasing, fingering, oral (m!receiving), penetrative sex, restraints (use of a belt), little bit of teasing from seb’s end. 

Word Count: 3,548

Author’s Note: okay if you’ve been here for a while, you know I loveeee me some rbr!seb so I had to do this one 

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Sebastian finds himself a pretty little girlfriend and can’t wait to ruin her innocence. 

He has won his second championship, the entirety of the RedBull Racing team was in some bar in São Paulo.

From the moment he crossed the checkered flag, the party had started. 

Sebastian was hoisted onto the shoulders of the crew as they carried him back from the podium, his race suit soaked in champagne while his team principal carried the big bottle of champagne and the trophy tucked in his arm as they cheered, shouting his name. 

It was music to his ears. 

Pride and joy filled his heart, ego through the fucking roof. 

Sebastian was on top of the world. 

There he stood in between the people in the very crowded bar, drinks being handed to him, hugs and congratulations being given, his name shouted from every direction. 

He struggled through the crowd, in need of a beer, not whatever everyone had been feeding him all night. 

Sebastian’s head spun, not from the alcohol - well partly that, but because of the woman at the counter. 

Her legs crossed one over the other, her arm resting on the counter, leaning forward as someone bumped into her back. She didn’t seem to mind the crowd or the noise or the smell. 

Surely, wearing a white dress wasn’t the wisest idea in a grimy bar like this.

Sebastian waves down the bartender, glancing over at you in the meantime. You were twirling the red straw in a glass with clear liquid - vodka perhaps ? 

“Yeah, a beer and one more of whatever she’s having,” he shouts over the noise of the bar, nodding towards you. Seb stood and waited for his beer, the bartender sliding it over and started on your drink. 

Imagine his surprise when the man behind the counter filled a glass with club soda, setting it in front of you. The man says something to you, pointing to Sebastian who was 2 feet away. 

You smile, lifting the glass as a thanks. He moves closer to you, “I don’t know anyone who comes to a bar to drink club soda,” he tells you, chucking behind a sip of his beer. 

“I don’t drink,” you inform the blonde man, as you look over at him. His eyes pull you closer, unable to tear yourself away from him. 

Even with all the noise, you can hear his accent; “Why are you here then?” 

“Came with a friend,” you finish off the rest of your original glass, moving to the one he sent over to you. 

Sebastian’s brows pull together trying to fit the puzzle together. 

How could a girl like you, who looked like an actual angel on earth, be friends with someone who comes to a place like this? 

“Can I ask why your friend brought you here?” “You ask a lot of questions.” 

He should probably be enjoying his night, drunk in the middle of the crowd, singing along to whatever song was playing at the time but he had already won, time for him to relax and you were sparking his interest more than anything else in there. 

“I’m a curious man.” 

“Clearly.” You smile. “She’s looking for some driver, I have no idea what he even looks like but she won’t stop babbling about him.” 

“Really? I hear most of them are at some fancy bar up town.” Sebastian tells you, you were blissfully unaware as to who he was. 

You shrug, “I don’t know, I��m ready to leave but I have no idea where she is.” You look around, the bar was so packed it wasn’t easy to find anyone in there, let alone a 5′0 woman in a bar full of people clearly over 5′5 feet. 

Sebastian sat beside you, “tell me about this guy.” 

“What ?” 

“The driver that she’s looking for.” 

“Oh right,” you take a sip of your soda. “Um, he’s German, I think his name is Sebastian? I'm not even completely sure to tell you the truth. She’s got a massive crush on him, it’s actually kinda cute.” You giggled. 

There’s some guy tugging on the man next to you, trying to usher him back to the crowd. He waves them off, telling them he’s coming in a second. 

“Can I give you my number?” The blonde man asks you. Very bold, you thought. 

“Why?” 

“Because I think you’re beautiful,” he wholeheartedly admits to you, “and if you have it, you get to decide what to do with it.” 

You hum, nodding. “Okay.” 

The man reaches for a napkin, scribbling down something on the little square before setting it in your hand. “I hope I hear from you.” He says, pressing a kiss to your cheek before walking off. 

You were shocked, this guy was so bold. 

Glancing down at the paper, there’s a phone number and a name. 

987-462-5005 -Sebastian Vettel. 

No fucking way. 

You turn around so fast, you probably gave yourself whiplash but he's already disappeared into the crowd. 

There was no point in searching for him, it’s nearly impossible to find anyone in there. 

You should just stay where you are and wait for your friend. 

So you did just that, waiting at your spot for her until she drunkenly stumbles over to you, catching herself on your shoulder. “Are you okay?” You ask, it was close to 2 in the morning, you hadn't even realized. Abby was beyond drunk and she had driven there. “Where are your keys?” You feel her pockets but no luck, she must have lost them somewhere. The bar had started to clear up, but you still weren’t sure how you were going to get the two of you back to the hotel. 

The blonde catches your eye, and you turn to make sure your sleep deprived eyes aren’t deceiving you. “Sebastian?!” You call from across the bar, the man instantly looking your way. 

The music was off because the bar was closing in half an hour so the only noise was people chatting, trying to sober up and find a way home. 

Sebastian was confused as to who was calling his name. Almost all, if not all of the girls that had come with them left a while back. He turns, the pretty girl in the white dress looking over at him with a very drunk person clinging to her - must be the friend with the crush. 

He finds himself moving towards you before he could even process the sound of his name falling from your lips. 

“Angel, what's wrong?” He says, meeting you halfway. 

The nickname sends you into a spiral. 

“I uh- Abby lost her keys and I have no idea where her purse is and I can't drive if I don’t have the keys but we need to get back to the hotel and I can’t get a cab with no cash and I-” “Hey, hey.” Seb stops you, resting a hand on your hip. “It's okay, take a breath sweetheart.” 

He glanced around, whoever was left there from the team was more than capable of finding their way home or at least that’s what he was telling himself. 

You, on the other hand, were not. 

“Okay, c’mon.” Sebastian takes your arm, pulling you along with him. Abby was clinging to your other arm, the girl stumbling along. “Sebastian, where are we-” 

“I’m making sure you two get home,” he walks you out the bar, towards a very expensive looking car in the parking lot. 

You were just hoping Abby doesn't throw up on the ride back to the hotel, how would you ever live it down? 

This car probably costs more than your life. 

He opens the back door, helping you get Abby into the car. God, this was ridiculous; the man she came looking for was taking her home and she was too drunk to even know. 

The moonlight reflected down on São Paulo, Sebastian looking at you like you held the moon in the palm of your hand. 

“You don’t have to do this, I can figure-” “Angel, please.” He stops you, “let me take care of you,” his blue eyes meet yours, and you bite your tongue, everything in you wanted to jump on this man but self restraint of course. 

The word came out in a whisper, barely audible over the noisy streets. “Okay.” 

Sebastian opens the door for you, letting you get in before shutting the door. You give him the address, he instantly recognizes that it’s the same hotel he’s staying at. 

How has he not run into you before? Surely, he’d remember you. 

The drive back was quiet, Seb drove as smoothly as you could expect an F1 driver to drive, avoiding any potholes so as to not wake the sleeping girl in the backseat. He helps you get Abby out the car - she was really earning herself a good talking too in the morning. The 2 of you staying on the 5th floor, Sebastian was kind enough to go as far as helping you get back to her room. He waited outside as you put her to bed, leaving some headache tablets and a trash can with water. 

There’s some groaning, he can’t tell if that’s you or her but never did you lose your patience with her and even if you did, he had no idea. 

When you stepped out, you weren't expecting to meet Sebastian again. 

“Oh, sorry. If I knew you were waiting, I would have sped up,” You tell him, shutting her door quietly. 

“You’re not staying with her?” He glances between you and the door, “no, I’m down the hall.” 

“Let me walk you,” his hand rests on your lower back as you two began walking. “You’ve done enough, really. Thank you but I'm-” “Angel-” You cut him off this time. 

“I have a name, just by the way.” You smile, making him chuckle. “You didn’t tell me, darling.” 

“You didn’t ask, Sebastian.” 

“You know mine,” “You left it on the napkin.” You two reach your door quicker than you liked but you open the door, stepping through the door before you turn back to him. Sebastian’s hand was on the door, keeping it open. You tell him your name.

Sebastian’s eyes were fixed on you, your hair undone and flowing down behind your back, the way the dress hugged your figure or how your eyes wandered over him innocently. 

You wanted something; what was it? He wasn’t sure but god, did he want to find out.

“Do you- would you, maybe, want to come in?” You glance at him, looking back down, suddenly feeling a lot shyer than before. 

Sebastian smiles, shifting to lean all his weight onto one leg, his head tilted slightly. “What for?” 

You pause, you didn't think that far. You just didn’t want him to go. “We didn’t have a proper conversation.” You fib, giving him a small smile. 

“Okay,” Sebastian steps into your room, letting the door shut behind him.

His boyish charm gets the best of him, or rather, his teenager curiosity that’s yet to leave him, and he picks up the red bikini top that was laying on top of your suitcase. “This yours?” 

You take the top from him, “yes,” bending over to toss it into your suitcase. Seb’s eyes wandering to your ass, the blue panties peeking out from under the hem of your dress. 

He exhales, biting the inside of his cheek. “Can't imagine you wearing that.” He calls, sitting on the edge of your bed. 

“You imagine what I've been wearing?” You ask, still by the suitcase a few feet away. 

Sebastian chuckles, “that came out wrong, angel.” “Why do you keep calling me that ? You know my name now.” 

“You look like an angel.” Sebastian states, eyeing the white dress. 

You glance at the man, his eyes burning holes into you, undressing you in his mind with each passing second. “I’m sure that’s not true,”

“Well, you don’t drink, don’t smoke, I'm sure you’ve never done a lot of stuff.”

“I have done stuff,” You say, finally walking over to stand across from him. 

“Yeah?” Seb smiles, “like what?” 

Shrugging, you look over at the driver. “I’m sure you've had sex.” He says plainly and for some reason, you laugh. There’s no way he’s asking you about your sex life right now; not that there was much of one anyways. “Was it good?” 

God, he asks so many questions. 

“I mean,” you pause, partly out of embarrassment but also because you weren’t really sure how to answer his question. “It was only one time, so I don’t really have anything to compare it to.” 

Sebastian felt like his eyes were going to fall out of his head. This beautiful, amazing, sweet, innocent - oh, how you were so innocent and sweet - girl had never been truly shown a good time. 

He couldn’t help himself. 

He had to do something about this. 

“Tell me sweetheart, did he make you cum?” 

Your eyes widen; what did he just ask you? -“Did he.. what?” 

Sebastian’s blue eyes meet yours, his gaze alone making you squirm in your spot. “Did he make you cum?” He asks once more, holding his focus on you. 

“I mean,” you can't help but laugh, this is ridiculous. You felt like you were in a poorly scripted porno right now. “I guess he did.” 

“If you have to guess,” Sebastian starts, pulling you by the hip to stand between his legs. “Then he probably didn’t.” 

Your eyes met his blue ones, Sebastian dragging his finger up the side of your thigh, the white fabric bunched over his hand. “Can I try something ?” He's already tugging on the side of your panties. You can’t bring yourself to speak but you nod, eyes never leaving his. 

Soon enough, the lacy blue fabric pools by your ankles and Seb uses his hand to push your legs apart just enough that he can slide his hand between your legs. 

Sebastian’s finger presses against your clit softly and the whimper that slips past your lips sounds like heaven on earth to him. 

“Is this okay, angel ?” 

You nod but the look he was giving yours enough for you to know that he wants a verbal answer. “Yes Sebastian.” 

“Good girl,” he whispers, leaning forward to kiss you and in that moment, he pushes a finger into you. He gives you a second to adjust before adding another one, the sounds slipping past your lips are muffled by his lips on yours. He curls his fingers, feeling the thickness of his fingers before moving them slowly. It only lasted a few seconds before you could feel the knot in your lower stomach. 

“Sebastian-” “I know,” he whispers, kissing you. “I’m here,” he tells you, other hand resting on your lower back as you basically fell against him, his fingers now being wiped on the inside of your thighs. 

He watches as your fingers trail down the front of his shirt, sliding under the hem of it. Seb takes that as his hint to take it off, tossing it on the floor somewhere. Your hand wanders further down, brushing over the cold metal of his belt. 

“On your knees,” he tells you, pushing you back a little so you have space. You’ve dropped down to your knees, looking up at the man in front of you. 

How did you end up here? 

Sebastian undoes his belt and the button, “open.” 

Your brows furrow, cheeks red and your eyes fixed on anything but him. He holds your chin, pulling your focus back to him. “I said open your mouth.” 

Without hesitation, your mouth opens and you’re looking up at him once again. Sebastian slaps your tongue with his cock softly, waiting for a reaction. The slight curve of your lips was enough for him to know it was okay. A hand tangled in your hair, pulling and pushing you, setting the pace. 

The stifled gag was enough for him to pull back, giving you a moment to catch your breath. “I’ve never..” you let out a breath, eyes watery as you try to blink away the tears. “Is it okay? Am I doing it right?” you hesitantly ask. 

Seb’s head tilts slightly, looking down at you with eyes full of amazement; in that moment, he was wondering how he got so lucky - a second championship and now he gets to spend his night with you. “You’ve never done this?” He asks you, his thumb brushing around your wet lips. 

You shook your head and Sebastian smiled. 

He gets to be the one to ruin you. 

“You’re doing so good for me, you’re perfect angel.” He tells you, his free hand wiping the saliva away from your chin. “C’mere,” Seb helps you up off the ground, turning you around to tug on the zipper of your dress. You can feel his hand burning into your skin, his eyes undressing you before he actually does. 

The white fabric bunches around your ankles, Sebastian bends you over the bed. His hand on your lower back as he lines himself up with you. “You okay?” He asks, “it’s not too late to stop.” 

“No!” You answer a little too quickly, earning a smile from the man behind you. “No, please. Don’t stop.” 

Sebastian takes that as his signal to push into you, hand pressed your lower back, keeping you flat against the mattress. Both of you needed a second, the feeling overwhelming. 

“Seb?” 

“Yeah angel?” 

“Move.. please.” You breathe, his hand moving from your back to rest over yours as he starts to move. 

Sebastian’s chest was pressing to your arched back, hand now wrapped around your throat, “so good for me angel, so fucking perfect. Do you know how good you feel?” 

You can barely hold yourself up, let alone answer him. Something resembling a no mixed with a moan slipped past our lips. You can feel him moving around behind you, there's a slap followed by stinging on your ass; he slapped it. 

“On the bed,” Seb gives you a light shove, causing you to land on your face before you pull yourself up into your knees. Sebastian had moved to sit with his back against the headboard before he pats his thigh, you find yourself moving to sit on his lap before he says anything. 

There’s something cold brushing against your knee, you glance down to see his belt on the bed. You look between the belt and him, “what are you doing that?” 

“Do you trust me?” He asks, slowly moving your hands in front of you. 

You nod, his glance was enough for you to correct yourself, “yes Sebastian.” 

He wraps the belt around your wrists a few times, looping it through itself before giving it a tug. “Too tight?” He asks, pulling you up a little. 

“No,” you look down to see him lining himself up with you, letting you sink back down onto him. Your hands pressed to his chest, unable to move them or grab on him. 

Sebastian takes his time guiding you, hands on your hips to rock you back and forth, helping you bounce on his lap. “You’re so prefect,” 

“You mentioned,” you breathe, leaning forward on him. 

He pushes you to sit up again, “sit properly, I want to see you.” His lips find your neck, a hand wrapped around your wrists as he leaves a mark on your neck. He moves to your collarbone, trailing down to your chest, biting and leaving behind little marks before he comes back up to kiss you. 

“Fuck, do that again.” He mumbles against your lips, feeling you clench around him. 

Sebastian undoes the belt, letting you move your hands finally. Soon enough he can feel your hands on his shoulders, letting you set your own pace, bouncing on his cock as your nails dug into the back of his shoulders; surely leaving behind red marks. 

His own hands digging into your hips hard enough to leave behind their own marks but that was the least of your concern right now. 

“Sebastian,” you whimper, forehead pressed to his. Seb rests a hand behind your neck, pulling you back slightly. 

“Look at me,” he tells you, kissing you softly. You both knew the other was equally as close, orgasm on the verge of happening. His hand shifted to grab your chin, pulling your focus back to him. “Look at me when you cum.” 

His words were enough to push you over the edge, Sebastian following quickly after you. 

You collapse on him, Sebastian shifting to lay on the bed and lets you lay on top of him. He rubs along your back softly, kissing along your shoulder. 

“You okay?” He whispers. 

“I think..” you left out a breath, “I think you broke me.” 

Sebastian laughs, flipping you two over so he was on top of you. “Good, that was the goal, angel.” He kisses you before letting you move to rest your chest on his chest. 

“You don’t have to stay,” you glance at him. “I will, is that okay?” He asks. 

You smile at him, “more than okay.” 

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kinktober 2022

hi babes!! for the last 3 years I've been saying I'm going to do kinktober and I finally caved and decided to do it. I couldn’t decide on which list I wanted to use so I picked and matched some prompts I found :)) 

running from: October 1st to October 31st 

tagged under: kinktober - anj’s version // kinktober 2022 (first tag is my own personal tag for it, second is the general tag) 

there’s no set fandom, just whoever I felt like putting together with the prompts <3 

the word count will vary, some will be longer than others - it just depends on the idea :)

thank you to @diorleclerc​ for the beautiful header for the masterlist and the actual posts!! <333

October 1st: Praise + Charles Leclerc 

Charles has a bad race and needs some love and attention. 

October 2nd: Threesome + Matt Casey/Kelly Severide 

Captain Casey and Lieutenant Severide teach you a lesson. 

October 3rd: Corruption  + RBR Sebastian Vettel 

Sebastian finds himself a pretty little girlfriend and can’t wait to ruin her innocence. 

October 4th: Mirrors + Jay Halstead 

No one touches you the way Jay does, so he makes it a point to show you how he does it. 

October 5th: Breeding + Carlos Sainz Jr 

Carlos wants a big family, it’s not too early to start practicing, is it? 

October 6th: Knife Play + Billy Russo 

Billy’s come home with some new tricks, he can’t wait to show you. 

October 7th: Sir Kink + Lewis Hamilton 

Proud of your boyfriend, you tease him about his new title but it turns into something more. 

October 8th: Degradation + Jax Teller 

Club meeting gone wrong and Jax needs to blow off some steam. 

October 9th: Oral Fixation + Daniel Riccardo 

Daniel refused to buy chapstick, his tongue running over his lips constantly. You finally do something about it.  

October 10th: Thigh Riding + Pato O’Ward 

Anniversary dinner leads to fun in the backseat of his car because Pato can’t keep his hands to himself 

October 11th: Shower Sex+ Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin 

Jake had a long day, he wanted nothing more than a hot shower. Maybe his want for you is a little more than that. 

October 12th: Cockwarming + Mick Schumacher 

Mick can’t sleep without you and cuddling just isn’t enough. 

October 13th: Orgasm Denial + Max Verstappen 

Mean, Mean, Mean; Max took out his anger on you, there was no way you were getting what you wanted. 

October 14th: Face Sitting + Jenson Button 

Your husband grows out his beard, it’s a shame to let such a pretty face go to waste. 

October 15th: Phone Sex + Lance Stroll 

Too many timezones to keep track, Lance misses you too much not to call. 

October 16th: Free Use + Miguel Galindo 

Miguel was a business man through and through, he strikes up a deal that benefits the both of you. 

October 17th: Inappropriate Relationship + Toto Wolff 

Tall, Handsome and Older; your boss has taken an extra special liking to one of the interns. 

October 18th: Dumbification + Frank Castle 

Frank loves to take care of his pretty little girl. 

October 19th: Size Kink + George Russell

George can’t help but admire the way you looked next to him. 

October 20th: Sex Tape/Drunk Sex + Pierre Gasly 

Drunk minds breed sober thoughts, you convinces Pierre to finally fulfill your dirty fantasy. 

October 21st: Brat Taming + Carlos Sainz Jr

There was not much he couldn’t put up with, but Carlos hated your attitude and finally puts you in your place. 

October 22nd: Ice Play + Kevin Magnussen 

Kevin left the house in shorts.. in the middle of winter; when you ask him if he’s cold, he decides to show you how it really feels. 

October 23rd: Friends With Benefits/Public Sex +  Sebastian Vettel 

Sebastian and his favourite reporter strike up a deal that benefits both of them.

October 24th: Dad’s Best Friend + Mark Webber

You had known him for as long as you can remember but the crush? That started this summer and spiralled into a secret you can’t take back now.

October 25th: Lipstick/Marking + Charles Leclerc 

His chest bare, too pretty not to mark up and how convenient that you wore red lipstick tonight.  

October 26th: Wet Dreams + Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd 

Bob’s mind running wild when he saw you but much too innocent to act on it. All but a wall separating the two of you and his little secret is revealed 

October 27th: Stripping + Jenson Button 

Jenson’s birthday was almost over but he had one last gift to unwrap.

October 28th: Spanking/Punishment + Esteban Ocon 

Big hands, patience running thin can only lead to one thing.

October 29th: Wax Play + Lance Stroll 

Lance stumbled into a drunken thought after his birthday party and the next day, he’s unable to get it out of his head.

October 30th: Body Worship + Mick Schumacher 

Mick thinks you’re the most beautiful girl in the world and you should think it too, he makes it his mission to prove it to you. 

October 31st: Car Sex + Sebastian Vettel 

Kids and married, there’s very little time for the two of you so when you have a date night and the roads are empty, Seb takes advantage. 

[whorekneecentral]

kinktober - day 31: car sex // s.v5

Sebastian Vettel x Fem!Reader

Warnings: you two are like horny teenagers, car sex, fingering, penetrative sex, fucking in and on the car, finger sucking, praise, creampie, little cum play and mick is disgusted. 

Word Count: 1,897

Author’s Note: y’all know I had to wrap it with my favourite guy - this one’s for my seb lovers <3333 // thank you to everyone to supported me and gave me sweet comments over the course of the month!! 

kinktober 2022 masterlist 

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Kids and married, there’s very little time for the two of you so when you have a date night and the roads are empty, Seb takes advantage.

The two of you had finally managed to squeeze a date night in. Between his race schedule, your job and the kids’ school and after school activities, there was no time.

Somehow Sebastian convinced Mick to give up his Monday night and spend it with your kids, babysitting them. They loved when uncle Mick came over because he always brought Angie along with him plus he let them stay up and eat all the candy under the sun, he would definitely let them do that tonight seeing that it was Halloween and he was taking them trick or treating.

The two of you had gone to see a movie, just some random film that had rerun a million times, the theatre was mostly empty, just a group of friends down at the front. You and Seb were tucked away in the back corner at the top, making out in the dark like teenagers again. You stopped him before his hands wandered where they shouldn’t.

“What do you want for dinner?” Your husband asks, his hand in yours as you walk out.

“Shouldn’t we be getting home? I’m sure Mick has plans.”

“Mick will be fine, I already asked him if it was okay to stay late.” Seb wraps his arm around your waist, “it’s just the two of us tonight, sweetheart.”

You two end up at the diner you used to hang out in when Seb had first started racing. All those middle of the night flights, arriving home in the wee hours of the morning with no energy to cook, you ended up there in your pjs more times than you could count.

It was the same order every time, breakfast foods; pancakes, waffles, French toast, eggs, whatever pastries Seb was craving at the time and always an order of mozzarella sticks for you.

Sebastian laughed as you kept pulling the mozzarella stick from you and the cheese would not break. He grabs the other half from you, putting it in his mouth until he meets you halfway for a kiss.

“You are the cheesiest man I've ever met.”

“Says the one who just made a cheese joke.”

You laughed, nudging his side as you two ate in comfortable silence.

The night was quiet, it wasn’t a particularly busy night considering that it was Halloween. It was a little windy considering it was October, the night breeze caused goosebumps but Sebastian insisted on driving with the top down. He had gotten an old convertible, a project for him to tinker with when he was home.

Sebastian’s hand rests on your thigh as he drives, the other hand on the wheel and his tongue brushing against his top lip.

“You always do that.” You glance over at your husband.

He asks, “do what?”

“Put your tongue like that,” your brows furrow as you look at him.

“Like what baby?” He asks you, glancing at you.

You show him, pressing your own tongue to your top lip. Sebastian laughed, “I do not do that.”

“You do but whatever,” you shrug, your hand coming down to rest on his hand that was sitting on your thigh.

Seb was taking his sweet time, prolonging the fact that you two were headed home. He opted to take the backroads, lonely and long but empty.

“I’ve missed you,” he admits, he had just come off back to back races and hadn’t seen you and the kids in a while.

“I missed you too.” You give his hand a pat, looking over at him as the car gradually comes to a stop. “Seb?” You look over at him confused.

His hand moves to rest on your jaw, your husband leaning over to kiss you. The two of you leaned over the centre console as you made out like teenagers. It was quite funny because you had actually gotten caught by your older brother in this exact position when you and Seb first started dating.

“C’mere,” your husband pulls on your arm, pulling you over onto his lap.

“Here?” You ask him, shifting from your seat onto his lap. Sebastian ignored your words, letting you settle onto his lap.

“The kids- Mick, they’re waiting.” You whisper to him, anyone could drive by and see you two.

“Doesn’t matter baby, let me focus on you.” He tells you, pulling you back for another kiss.

Your husband’s hands rest on your hips, his lips finding yours again. It’s hot and heavy, the roads are empty when Seb’s hand slips between your legs under your skirt. You feel his thumb press to your clit over your panties and you lean back a bit, your back hitting the steering wheel and pressing the horn.

You let out a giggle, leaning back towards Seb. “Shh,” he tells you, “are you trying to get caught ?” He asks and you roll your eyes, “it was your idea!”

“Whatever but I'd rather not get caught.” He tells you.

“Oh,” you tease, “don’t want anyone to know that you’re secretly still horny teenager and can't keep your hands off your wife?”

Sebastian laughs, “yeah, exactly that.”

Before you could answer, you feel him pull your panties to the side and his fingers slip between your entrance. “So wet hm?” he says, leaning into you and his lips on your neck, “all for me baby?”

“No,” you breathe, “for your teammate.”

Sebastian laughed, the kind of laugh that echoes into the silence of the night and you can’t help the giggle that slips past your lips, but it gets stifled by a moan when he pushes two fingers into you.

You can’t help but lean back at this point, Sebastian’s free arm hooked around you and held you in place. His eyes studying your form under the moonlight, hid fingers buried in your cunt and your head tipped back, eyes closed and your hair falling over your shoulders.

You looked like an angel on earth, Sebastian couldn't believe how lucky he was.. is; you were him for now until the end of time.

He’s pulled back to reality when he feels your hands tugging on his belt. “Needy slut,” he smiles, kissing you.

You buck your hips against his hand, a little gasp slipping past your lips when he curls his fingers. “Please,” you whimper, your hips bucking at the sudden loss of his fingers.

“Please what?” Sebastian asks but before you could answer, he puts his fingers in your mouth.

He doesn't have to say anything but you knew what he wanted you to do, your tongue lapping over his fingers and you can feel the cold metal of his wedding band on your lips.

Sebastian doesn’t give you a warning when he pulls you down onto him, his cock buried in you. Your husband has you bouncing in his lap, his hands wrapped around your waist resting on your lower back, all while your face is buried in the crook of his neck.

“Seb fuck, oh god-” your hips rock forwards and you feel him pull you closer.

“This pussy was made just for me hm? My good girl,” he whispers in your ear and it's like something switches in you.

He can feel you clench around him and bounce a little more, your clit brushing against him with each bounce and rock. Your arms are over his shoulders and fingers tangled in his messy curls, tugging it back and his head tips back, leaving his neck exposed for you to mark.

Both of you freeze; you can hear the car rolling up to the intersection just down the road from you. Sebastian's cock was buried in you and you were about to get caught.

It's like you can almost see the headlights but it heads the other way.

You let out a sigh and Seb taps you hip, “there’s not enough room.”

“We can’t go home, Mick is ther-” “I didn’t say go home,” Seb smiles, his arms wrapping around you as he lifts you up and out the car.

Sebastian has you in front of the car, he turns around and bends you over the hood of it. Your back pressed to the cold metal of the hood and Seb lifts your legs, up and over his shoulders before he pushes back into you. His name falls from your lips and you feel his hips hit the back of your thighs.

“So pretty,” he says, his head reaching up to pull your top down, your tits spilling out over it. “My pretty girl, so good for me.” He whispers into the silence.

You pull him down onto you, his chest pressed to yours and your hand rests on his cheek. The night air nipping at your bare skin, your husband kissing you and with a few sloppy thrusts, you feel yourself being pushed over the edge.

Seb groans, feeling you clench around him and he follows behind you, now coming down from his own high.

The two of you lay there for a moment and your husband pulls himself off of you for just one second, his hands pressed to the hood of the car  on either side of you. You let out a giggle, “stop, don't say anything.” You look at him.

“Say what?” He asks, “that I haven’t fucked you like this since before we had kids.”

“Oh hush,” you laugh, giving him a shove off of you.

Sebastian doesn’t let you get off the car yet, his fingers rubbing over your pussy for a moment before slipping his fingers back into your mouth. There’s a grin on your husband’s face as he watches you suck his fingers clean.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you tell him, sliding off the hood of the car. Your husband smacks your ass before you could walk around to your side of the car.

“Like what?” He asks when he gets in the car. “Like you want to fuck me,” you laugh, fixing your har again before he pulls off.

“I already fucked you.. but we can go again.” He smiles and you laugh, rolling your eyes.

The two of you get home not long after. Mick was sitting on the couch with Angie over his lap, “where are the kids?” You ask, walking over to him.

Mick wasn't stupid, he could see that clearly you and Sebastian had been late for a reason. Sebastian’s shirt was buttoned wrong and your lipstick was smudged along with the fact that your hair was all over the place and well, you've got a slight limp.

The younger blonde���s face twists, “kids are sleeping, had a high crash.”

“Oh good,” you sit on the other couch, “do you want Seb to give you a ride?”

“Uh, no I’m good.” His eyes follow Seb, watching as he sits next to you. “Gina’s coming to get me.”

“It’s late, I can drop you off.” Sebastian offers and Mick shakes his head. “Gina's already on her way in, and I don't know what happened in your car, but I'm not getting in it.”

Your cheeks are flushed red and Sebastian can't help but laugh, he looks over the younger man and he shakes his head. “Okay Mick, whatever you say.”

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kinktober - day 12: cockwarming // m.s47

Mick Schumacher x Fem!Reader

Warnings: soft mick, some teasing, a little bit of making out, cockwarming, penetrative sex, doggy emoji or whatever it was pierre said <3, choking, cream pie if you squint maybe lmao. 

Word Count: 1,294

Author’s Note: blame this on @daydreamingleclerc​, she started on a mick ramble a while ago and now no one else fits this prompt but him.

kinktober 2022 masterlist 

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Mick can’t sleep without you and cuddling just isn’t enough. 

The last few weeks had been hectic. Mick was on a triple header and it was midterm season for you, you had one more year and you were done and could travel with him all he wanted. 

He won’t say he didn’t miss you on his race weekends but that was just a few days and then he’d be home, in your arms, safe and sound. 

But three whole weeks without you ? That was hell on earth to him. 

It usually took Mick a few nights to adjust to sleeping without you, which he did but between that and the time differences making it hard for him to talk to you, he was just about ready to get home to his girl.

“Baby!” Mick shouts as he comes in, Angie hears his voice and comes running towards the door. 

A triple header was too much for her to manage so he left her home with you for the last three weeks. He missed you so much and FaceTime calls helped with that but nothing compared to how much he missed his first baby. 

When you came down from the bedroom, you found your boyfriend laying on the floor with Angie, the dog laying flat on top of him with the front door wide open. You step past the two of them to shut the door, Mick hadn’t even noticed that you came down until he heard the door shut. 

The man opens his eyes to see you standing above him, looking down at him. “Hi Mick,” you smiled. 

“Hi angel!” He grinned, patting Angie’s side to get her to get off him. The dog moves, wagging her way back over to her bed near the back door. 

Mick gets up off the floor, brushing the dust and fur off himself before pulling you in a hug. “I missed you so much,” he mumbles into your neck before picking you up, you wrap your legs around him. Your boyfriend carries you back to the couch, dropping down onto it and more or less, onto you as he cuddles into you, his head on your stomach. 

“I missed you,” you tell him, running a hand through his hair. Mick cuddles into you, “I'm hungry.” 

“Do you want me to cook? I can make your favourite.” 

“Did you have work today?” He asks and you nod, “I got home not too long ago.” 

“Then, no.” He pats your side to find your phone in your pocket, pulling it out. “Order Chinese, I'm in the mood for wontons.” He says, making you laugh. 

"You’re a man after my heart, Mick.” You smile, dialling the number. 

You two end up eating on the couch, Mick cuddled into your side and Angie had found her way back to you two, sitting on the floor next to Mick’s legs. “Angie’s gotta go for a walk, do you wanna take her ?” 

“Can you take me? I wanna take a shower. I’ll take her in the morning.” 

“Yeah, no worries. I'll see you when I get back,” you get up, giving him a kiss before calling Angie to follow you. 

The two of you did a lap around the neighbourhood, stopping at the park and letting her run around for a bit before coming back home. Mick has just gotten out of the shower when you got back, unclipping Angie’s leash and letting her run off to get some water as you head upstairs to find your boyfriend. 

“Feel better?” You call to him, Mick glances at you from his spot in bed. “I’d be better if you were in bed with me.” You smile, “let me change and I'll get in.” 

You change onto one of Mick’s shirts and climb into bed next to him. 

Mick pulls you to his side, leaning down to kiss you. Moving onto your knees, you turn to face him as you kiss him, one hand on his chest and the other on his jaw. 

Your boyfriend pulls you into his lap, his hand slipping down to rest on your ass.  Rolling your hips, you grind down on his lap a bit and Mick pulls away from your lips just for a moment. 

“Baby,” he says, rubbing a hand up your thigh. “As much as I want to, I'm exhausted.” 

You chuckle, “that’s okay, we don’t have too. We can cuddle.” You smile, shifting off his lap to lay beside him. Mick cuddles into your back, pulling the blanket over the two of you. 

His hand rubs over your thigh, his nails dragging up and down the soft flesh. “What?” You ask, your hand resting on his. 

“Wanna try something,” he hums against your shoulder. 

“What do you wanna try?” 

Mick pulls your leg back, hooking it over his as he shuffles behind you a bit. You feel his hand between your legs, pushing your panties to the side before his cock brushes along your slit. 

His name tumbles from your lips as he pushes into you, his hand resting firmly on your hip, holding you in place as he settles behind you. You go to move but Mick stops you, kissing the back of your shoulder as he drapes an arm over your stomach. 

“Don’t move,” he whispers, “wanna feel you.” He tells you, snuggling into your back. 

You let out a breath, your hand resting on top of his. “Okay baby.” 

The room goes quiet and at some point, the two of you must have dozed off because when you woke up, it was half past two in the morning. You would have kept sleeping but Mick was shifting behind you, his stifled groans weren't stifled enough. 

“You okay?” You call, voice laced with sleep. 

“No yeah, go back to sleep sweetheart.” 

You hum, settling back into sleep but Mick pulls your leg back into his, moving closer to you but in doing so, he pushes into you a little more. “Sorry sorry,” he squeezes your hip when he hears the whimper leaving your lips. 

“Do that again,” you tell him, leaning back into him. 

Mick smiles, pushing his hips towards you again, the tip of his cock hitting exactly where you wanted it. 

“More,” you hum and Mick could never say no to you. He rolls you two over, pulling you up by your middle onto your hands and knees, your back arched and your face buried in the pillows. 

It was needy and messy; feeling you around him drove him mad, hearing you ask him for more was the cherry on top. Mick’s hand slid down the curve of your spine, resting between your shoulder blades. 

“You’re so fucking perfect, angel.” Mick says, his words sweet like honey but his actions aren’t. 

He pulls you up by your hair, quickly moving his arm around you to wrap his hand around your throat. 

“This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?” Mick asks, your little hand wrapping around his wrist. You nod, unable to verbally answer him. 

“Good girl.” 

Mick’s got your back pressed to his chest, the angle and his hand slipping down your stomach to rest over your clit, fingers barely rubbing circles on the sensitive bundle, your head falling back onto his shoulder as you cum. He wasn't far behind. 

“Fuck,” you breathe, Mick letting you lay down on your stomach out as he pulls out. “Good hm?” He pats your butt, laying beside you. 

You look over at your boyfriend, one arm tucked behind his head as he looks over at you. Your eyes meeting his blue ones, “why didn’t you try that before?” You ask him through giggles. 

Mick smiles, leaning over to kiss you. “I’ll do it more often.” 

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kinktober - day 24: dad’s best friend // m.w

Mark Webber x Fem!Reader

Warnings: forced proximity, power imbalance sorta, age gap (reader is 20), teasing, alcohol and the consumption of, mentions of corruption, penetrative sex, fingering for like 0.2 seconds, ‘whore’ used in a sexual context, gagging,  nipple play (I guess ?) 

Word Count: 2,430

Author’s Note: now I don’t know if this counts as a kinktober prompt but take it or leave it besties // also I wrote this with no notes so please forgive me lmao and not proof read I’m lazy bye

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You had known him for as long as you can remember but the crush? That started this summer and spiralled into a secret you can’t take back now.

You've known him your whole life. Your dad's best friend, Mark Webber, the great Formula One driver.

You always just knew him as Mark, he never was anything else other than your dad's best friend and well, that was it. You two had a good relationship, he wasn't around very much due to his job but when he was, you laughed and smiled and he made you giggle like nobody else.

Your mother always just assumed that it was a childhood crush, that Mark peeked your fascination and that it was nothing more.

That was up until this weekend.

Mark was having something at his summer house, which was a bit odd to begin with because when you're in Australia every day of summer but I digress, your father was stuck in the city for a few more hours, left to work on his business proposal and your mother didn't want to leave him alone.

So they suggested that you go up ahead with Mark. You had known him your whole life so there was no harm in you travelling and spending a few hours alone with him.

Currently you were sitting on the front porch watching Mark lug the bags in through the front door. “You do know that we're only here for a few days right, darling?” He calls and you glance up from your phone, “do you really need all of this?” Mark lifts his arms, showing off the three bags you packed.

“I need variety.” You reply, going back to your phone. Mark puts the bags inside and when he walk back out, he snatches the phone from your hands and shoves it in his pocket.

“Mark!” You shout, running after him as he walks back to the car. He notices your hand reaching for his pocket so he takes the phone and holds it above his head. The man towered over you, looking down at you.

“Give it back!” You shout at him, jumping to try and grab the phone from him.

He didn't even have to try, his arm was up high enough that you couldn't reach it but he sure was enjoying the view. It was a hot day, and you decided that it would be a good idea to wear a pair of shorts and a tank top. So when you jump to get the phone, Mark couldn't help but notice the way your tits bounced; the thoughts running through his head were nothing but filthy.

This is wrong, he thinks. This is my best friend's kid, I've watched her grow up and I can't think of her like this.

But god, she's stunning.

Mark feels wrong just thinking it, he pushes the thought from his head.

“Go inside, it’s out. Turn on the air conditioning, I'll grab the last of the bags and come in.”

“Give me my phone.”

“Go inside.”

“Mark.”

“Y/n.” His tone is stern, the look he was giving you sent shivers down your spine. “Go inside.”

You roll your eyes, “fine.” You grumble, walking off towards the house. He can’t help but look at your figure, the way your clothes fit every curve of your body -- stop it, don’t look at her like that.

Mark slams the door, startling you when he comes in. “Want a beer?” You asked from the kitchen and Mark found his way there, “are you old enough to drink?”

“I’m offering it to you, old man. Not for me.”

Mark laughs, taking the beer from you. You hopped up on the counter, watching as he opened the bottle and took a sip. He tips the bottle towards you, “want some?”

“I don’t really drink.”

“Really? That time you asked me to pick you up says otherwise.” He laughs, taking another sip.

“Shut up,” you laughed, “that was one time.”

Mark takes a step closer, standing right next to you. The cold beer bottle sits on your thigh and you glance over at him, you can feel the water dripping down your thigh. “Sure you don’t want some? It is hot out,” he says and you hum, taking the bottle from him before taking a sip.

His hand reaches out, thumb passing over the wet spot on your thigh. He wipes it away and makes another pass over your thigh with the back of his head to dry off the remainder of the water.

“I’m gonna go for a swim,” you announce, getting off the counter and setting the bottle on the counter.

“Be safe,” he tells you, watching as you walk towards the back door. “I’m not a baby, Mark. I don’t need a warning before I get in the pool.”

“You’ll always be a baby.” He teases, earning a laugh from you. Mark watches as you slide the back door open, standing there for a moment before you peel off your top and head outside.

Okay, so maybe she wasn't a baby after all.

Mark stays inside, watching you from the kitchen window as he works on dinner. He watches as you get in and out, diving back into the pool before doing laps.

It was a few hours before he stepped out to find you.

“Come on,” he calls for you, crouching down by the end of the pool, the towel he brought out for you tossed over his shoulder. “Dinner’s ready.”

You swim up to the edge of the pool, your arms resting on the ledge as you look up at him. “I’m not hungry.”

“Did you eat breakfast?” “I woke up at noon, like right before you got me.”

“So all you had was iced coffee, you need to eat. C’mon.” Mark’s hand reaches out for yours to help you out of the pool but because he was crouched down, he falls in when you pull on his hand.

You bite back a smile when he comes back up to the surface. Mark passes a hand over his face, “what the hell.” He looks over at you and you can already tell what he's thinking.

Before he could grab you, you're out of the pool and running back into the house. Mark is right behind you, chasing you around the kitchen island. You nearly slip but Mark grabs you from behind, picking you up and spinning you around. There’s water dripping everywhere and your laughter fills his ears.  

When Mark puts you down, you turn to face him; chest pressed to his and his hands rested on your hips. “I uh- I should shower.” You mumble, looking up at him.

“Don’t take long, dinner will get cold.”

You step away, your hips cold without his touch and you head upstairs to take a quick shower; a very cold shower because the way you were feeling was wrong.

You grew up in front of him, you shouldn’t be thinking about him like that.

You can’t help it. The way he felt against you, his hands on your hips, your chest pressed to his.

You pushed out to remind and head downstairs for dinner after your shower. “Cute shirt,” Mark chuckles when you sit next to him on the couch. You set the bowl on your lap, stabbing the pasta with the fork before you glance down at your shirt.

“Oh,” your cheeks heat up, “thanks.”

The navy blue t-shirt was baggy, your shorts barely peeking out under it. The Red Bull insignia over your left tit. “I found it in dad’s room.”

“It's actually mine.” He laughs, “let him borrow it after a night out.”

“Oh.. do you want it back?” You ask, setting the bowl on the coffee table. Mark shook his head, his hand resting on your bare thigh, “looks better on you, darling.”

Your eyes are fixed on the man, you had conflicting feelings. You wanted him but you shouldn’t.

Mark can’t help but admire you. You were sitting there, all pretty and so innocent. He wanted nothing more than to ruin you.

It's like all the lights go off and you both have the same thought at the same time. Both you and Mark lean in but before your lips could meet, there's a knock on the door.

You get up before he could say anything, rushing to the door to open it. Your parents have arrived and Mark comes over to greet them. “What'd you guys do all day?” Your father asks and you shrug.

“I hung out in the pool.”

“Yeah I was cooking,” Mark says, neither of you mentioning the fall in the pool or the almost kiss.

The rest of the evening you were in your room watching Netflix while your parents and Mark caught up. Your mom came in to say good night to you telling you that she and father are tired so they are going to head to bed earlier and that you shouldn't stay up too late even though you were 20 years old, she still babied you.

It was quarter past two in the morning when you feel like you need to stretch your legs. You pull yourself off the bed, stretching before quietly stepping out of the bedroom. You wanted a snack but the door at the end catches your attention and you quietly walk towards the door.

You stop. Are you really doing this? You should leave.

The way he looked at you crossed your mind. The way his hands felt on you.

Before you could stop yourself, you push the door open, shutting it behind you quietly. The room was silent, Mark was sleeping.

“Hey,” you whisper, sitting onto the bed next to him. You nudged him in the side with your knee, “Mark?” You called out to him in a sing-song voice.

Mark stirs a little, rolling over and now facing away from you. You lean over his side, your hand pressed flat against his chest. “Markkkk,” you call, leaning down to kiss his arm.

That wakes him.

He groans, rubbing his eyes before glancing at the clock on the nightstand. “Y/n? What are you doing?” He asks, voice laced with sleep.

“Couldn’t sleep,” you shrug, laying beside him. Mark is laying flat on his back now, looking over at you. “Okay but why are you in my room?” His eyes are open now, fixed on you. The moonlight shines through the window, the sheer curtains did nothing to block out the white light.

You look over at the man, “I can’t stop thinking about you.” You admit. Mark doesn’t say anything but his hand rests on your hip, laying on his side and you follow suit, mirroring his actions.

Mark leans in, his lips barely touching yours. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” he repeats your words. You close the gap, kissing the man.

It was heavy, heated. His hands on your body, pulling you over and onto him. You were perched on his lap, Mark’s hands on your ass when he kisses you.

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

“Are we-” you cut him off with a kiss. “Please,” your hand rested on his jaw, “Mark please.”

He nods, there wasn't much else to say. Not that anything makes sense at the moment, it was all physical. His hand slips between the two of you, his fingers rubbing slow circles on your clit. Your hips lift, wanting more from him.

Mark’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.

“All of this for me?” He asks, cocky as ever.

“God, just fuck me.” You mumble, not wanting to wait. You waited long enough.

“Do you think about me?” Mark asks, the tip of his cock rubbing over your clit. You bite back the urge to moan, looking up at him. He sees the confusion and expands on his question; “when you touch yourself, do you think of me?”

You smile, “do you think of me?”

Mark nods, barely pushing into you. “Always. I shouldn’t but I do.”

Your hands grip on his biceps, his lips finding yours when he pushes in all the way, muffling the moans that left your lips. “I do.” You finally answer him.

He pulls one of your legs up to hitch on his hip. “Fuck,” you breath, his thrusts faster and harder. How you wished you could scream his name right now. Mark’s hand drops between the two of you, rubbing your clit; matching the pace of his hips.

Your head falls back into the pillows when he hits the spot he was looking for. His fingers that were previous on your clit now shoved into your mouth to muffle the sounds tumbling from your lips.

Mark leans down, his lips next to your ear; “you have to be quiet, you don't want everyone to know what a whore you are, do you?”

You mumble something along an okay, your hips bucking, telling him you want more. Mark manages to flip you over once again, you're on top and his cock is still buried in you. He lets you take over, setting the pace and using him for your own pleasure. Mark wanted one thing and he leans forward, arms wrapped around you as his lips wrap around your nipple.

“Mark, fuck- please.” You mumble, your hand tangled in his dark hair as you bounced up and down. 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. Mark’s hand behind your neck to pull you down for a kiss. “Want you to cum for me.”

Mark’s 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.

You were both lying in bed now, facing the ceiling. Neither of you said a thing but instead laid there in silence. Mark’s hand found yours under the blanket, quietly interlocking fingers with you.

“Round two?” He asks, earning a laugh for you. You climb back over onto his lap, “round two.”

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kinktober - day 23: friends with benefits/public sex // s.v5

Sebastian Vettel x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: fwb arrangements, secret workplace romance, oral (f!receiving), definitely way more than friends but they're idiots <3, public sex kinda, penetrative sex, ruined orgasm. 

Word Count: 2,156

Author’s Note: this is Ferrari Seb but feel free to think of it as whichever Seb you wanted <3 -- not proof read I’m tired

kinktober 2022 masterlist 

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Sebastian and his favourite reporter strike up a deal that benefits both of them. 

The red top she had on caught his eye. Sebastian found himself creeping away from Britta as she chatted with one of the other press officers waiting in the line by the pen.

“Hi y/n,” Sebastian whispered from behind you, his hand resting on your hip.

You turn and swat his hand away from your hip. “Hello Sebastian. Where’s Britta?” You ask, peeking over his shoulder.

The two of you are blocked by the side of the media pen, so many cameras around and you just hoped no one was focused on you two.  The man smiles at you, his arm resting on the metal wall behind your head, his blue eyes trail down to eye the low neckline of your dress.

“I like your dress,” he hums, eyes fixed on the red lace peeking out under the top of it. You glance down, adjusting the top. “Yeah?”

“Mhm, especially..” his knuckles trail down his own chest, mimicking the neckline of your dress.

You can’t help but laugh. Sebastian was as troublesome as the day you met him.

You were the first reporter to snag an interview with him after winning his first championship. Why, you ask; because your blue top caught his eye, reminding him of his team colours. Much like today, your red dress reflected back the same shade of red he was wearing, the prancing horse emblem over his right pec.

He was notorious for flirting with the reporters but you were on a different level. It wasn't just flirting, he was a man on a mission. Sebastian spoke to you like he was trying to get you in his bed.

Nothing’s changed.

You always brushed off his comments, ignoring his stares and the way his tongue darts over his lips when he sees you or how he says more with his eyes than his mouth.

You weren't the only one that picked up on the tension. More times than you could count, you had been asked if anything was happening between you and Sebastian.

Of course you two were friends and nothing was going on there. At least nothing was going on to the passing eye.

You and Sebastian spent most nights together, wrapped up in the white bedding of the hotel rooms, four walls keeping the secret away from the outside world.

Not a single soul - not even Britta - knew about you two.

It was an accident.

You were both drunk on champagne, the driver finally wearing you down and asking you to join him on his celebrations; you were supposed to remain unbiased, it was your job but god, he looked so good and he had just won his 4th championship, how could you have said no to him?

The clothes scattered from the door to the bed, hands all over each other, a tangle of limbs and sheets, not sure when he ended and you started. Sebastian had you wrapped around his finger and he was wrapped around yours.

There was no way it could be a one time thing.

“Sebastian,” the woman huffs, her hands full; his water bottle, a sweater, a hat that clearly belonged to the man in front of you, sunglasses tucked between her fingers and two phones. “I was looking for you. Hello y/n.”

“Hi Britta,” you smile at the blonde, “he’s always escaping, isn't he?”

“And somehow he always finds you.” She says with a smile, she nor Seb miss the blush on your cheeks.

You shrug and jokingly say, “he gravitates.”

Sebastian was about to speak, some sort of smart ass comment surely but you cut him off. “I’ll see you both for the press conference.” You say, smiling as you walk off.

Britta can’t help but notice the way Sebastian’s eyes follow you, his gaze dropping to admire your figure. The woman smacks his arm lightly with the hat, “stop that. You have press, let’s go.”

Sebastian trails behind Britta like a lost puppy. “Stop what?”

“Don’t bother y/n. She's a sweet girl.”

“I’m a sweet guy, a gentleman even.”

Britta stops in her tracks, turning to the man. “You, Sebastian, are nothing but trouble.”

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The phone buzzed in your pocket, you were sitting with your camera crew inside of the hospitality building, you had time before the press conference and you checked your phone.

From Seb Vettel: Behind, 10 minutes.

To Seb Vettel: Ever so cryptic. what for ?

From Seb Vettel: Need me to spell it out for you, darling?

To Seb Vettel: You’d do anything I asked, so yes, please do.

From Seb Vettel: Are you coming or not?

To Seb Vettel: You’re a pain in the side. Yes, I'll be there.

“I'll be back in a bit, I need to stretch my legs.” You tell him, Peter, your camera man, when getting up. Peter nods, going back to fixing whatever cable he was fiddling with.

It was a short walk behind the hospitality buildings. Ferrari had done remarkably well the weekend before, scoring themselves a front paddock spot. Your sandals clicked on the concrete, announcing your arrival; you cursed yourself for not wearing quieter shoes.

You see him before he sees you, his shoulders up peeking over the stack of boxes blocking him from view. He clearly didn’t hear your very loud sandals, slightly jumping when you touch his side.

“Hi,” he breathes, turning to face you. You smile, “hi Seb.”

The man pulls you to him, his hand resting on your lower back when he leans down to kiss you, and you pull the ridiculously red cap off of his head, kissing him when his lips find yours.

“I shouldn’t be here.” You whisper against his lips, “someone could see us.” You push him off a bit, his arms still wrapped around you.

“Fine,” he says, pulling you by your hand across the pathway between the two buildings, into the other part behind the hospitality building, some place he deemed the tyre museum; it really was just a room full of tyres.

The doors slide shut behind you and Seb’s got you backed up against a stack of tyres. His hand reaching under your dress, his fingers sliding up your smooth thigh, pinching it softly. “What do you need ?” You ask, your hand caressing his jaw.

This was wrong; neither of you should be here, like this and yet, you can’t seem to stay away from each other.

“I missed you.”

“I saw you two hours ago.”

“Was it really that long?” Sebastian fens shock, making you laugh.

“You’re such a dork.” You smile, feeling his lips on your neck. Your fingers rake through his blonde curls, hat tossed on the top of the stack of tires the moment you walked in.

Sebastian leads the trail of kisses down your neck, to your collarbone and finally to your chest, the top of your dress low enough for him to leave a mark between your tits. You roll your eyes at his childishness, you had picked this dress specifically because it was long enough to cover the finger shaped marks on your hips and upper thighs, not to mention the mark oddly resembling an S.

The man dropped to his knees in front of you, the door didn’t go all the way down and anyone could pass by and figure out what was happening.

What would they say ? Four time world champion found having sexual relations with reporter in paddock.

Imagine the scandal.

Not to mention what it would do to your career and his; his time at Ferrari would definitely be over after that.

“Seb,” you call, his jaw cupped in your hand as he looks up at you. “We have 20 minutes before press, we shouldn’t.”

“Don’t you want to?” He asks, fingers dancing along your skin, pushing the hem of your dress up. You let out a breath when you feel his lips on your thigh, soft kisses being peppered across the surface. “Of course I do.” You whisper to him.

“Then shut up,” Seb smiles, his head disappearing under the dress. Your head falls back against the stack of tyres when you feel his tongue on you, he’s yet to move your panties and you're already a mess.

He finally does, smiling to himself when he notices that it’s also red; matching the bra he saw peeking out the top of your dress earlier. “Fuck-” you breathe, fingers tangled in his hair as he pushes the dress back.

Sebastian’s eyes look up, fixed on you; your hair framing your face and your head tossed back. He can see the necklace you have on, the little race car shed pendant hanging from it, the same pendant and necklace he gifted you all those years ago for Christmas.

He was a particularly sentimental person and was quite good at giving gifts but when it came to you that year, he was a bit nervous to give it to you.

Sebastian wasn't sure whether you would like it or not.

Now he didn’t see you without it on. The underside of the race car had a 5 engraved in it, tiny enough that no one noticed it.

He had staked his claim on you in more ways than one.

The man gets up, kissing you when he does. You can taste yourself on his lips, Seb pushes you back against the tyres once again, your hand slipping between the two of you as you undo his pants. Sebastian pulls your leg to hitch on his hip, your panties already pulled to the side and your dress rolled up at your hips.

Please don’t let there be wrinkles you think, the thought being cut off when Seb pushes into you. His lips find yours, muffling your moans as he fucks you. Your nails dig into his bicep, his shirt sleeve pushed up.

At least it would be covered.

“Hold on,” he tells you, pulling out and you whimper at the loss of the fullness. Seb turns you around and you get what he’s doing.

Soon enough, you’re bent over a stack of tyres. Seb’s hand is placed on your hip, holding you in place as he pushes into you, picking up the pace again. Your head drops down onto your arms and he didn’t like that.

Sebastian pulls you up by your hair, your back arches and his arm wrapped around your middle, holding you up. “You don’t want everyone to hear what a whore you are, do you?” He asks you, his lips against your ear.

You shook your head, knowing if you speak, you’d just be rambling incoherently. “Gonna cum for me, aren't you ? You’re my good girl.” He says.

There’s some noise from outside, you can hear the footsteps passing by but Sebastian doesn’t stop. Not until he hears her calling for him.

“Sebastian?” The woman - Britta, shouts for him.

His hand’s over your mouth, keeping you quiet in hopes that she’ll leave but then it hits him, she won’t; she’d come in looking for him. “I’m on the phone!” He shouts back to her.

Britta stops outside the door, you’re both hoping she doesn't see the two sets of feet under the door.

“Okay. Be ready in 10 minutes.” She tells him, walking off.

You glance back at Seb and you both know this is gonna end now, at least for now. It takes you two a few minutes to get redressed and for you to get Seb to stop kissing you.

He finally lets you go, peeking outside to make sure it's clear. “Okay,” he says, giving you one more kiss. “I’ll see you there.” He mumbles against your lips, his hand resting on your butt, giving it a squeeze before you pull away.

“See you there, Sebastian.” You smile, walking off.

You weren't expecting to see her there, her presence starling you. “Britta!” You huff, hand pressed to your chest.

“Oh hi y/n.” She smiles at you, looking up from her phone momentarily. “Are you supposed to be in the press conference?”

“I needed to stretch my legs,” you tell her, smiling.

Britta glances around, “behind.. Ferrari hospitality?”

“The quietest place,” you tell her, hoping she'd believe it and thankfully, she lets you go. “See you there.” You shout to her, rushing off.

A few moments later, Sebastian appears and from the same direction you had just come from. “Your pants,” Britta nods towards the man before walking off. Sebastian glances down, noticing his belt was still undone and he quickly fixes it, running after Britta.

Britta was many things, stupid wasn't one of them.

“Have a good lunch?” She asks when he catches up to her. Sebastian hums, nodding. “Good enough.”

“Just good? Y/n didn’t give you what you wanted?” She asks deadpan, but the smile threatening to break on her face makes Sebastian laugh.

“Hush,” he smiles, nudging her with his shoulder.

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kinktober - day 25: lipstick/marking // c.l16

Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: marking, lots of kisses, lipstick marks, oral (m!receiving), penetrative sex, praise, it's giving sub Charles, creampie, biting. 

Word Count: 1,227

Author’s Note: sorry it took a hot minute to get this up besties <3

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His chest bare, too pretty not to mark up and how convenient that you wore red lipstick tonight.  

It was Seb’s goodbye party. The full nine yards pulled out to say goodbye to the driver they had loved and lost over the last 5 years. You were happy for Sebastian; it was every boy’s dream to race with Ferrari, to win with Ferrari and they let him down, there's no denying that.

He needed a fresh start and tonight was about that.

Sebastian and Hanna were chatting with someone in the corner when you got up to get a drink, leaving your boyfriend talking to the mechanic who was sitting at the same table as you two.

Waiting for the bartender, you feel a hand on your back. You glance over your shoulder to see the blonde behind you. “The man of the hour,” you smile, Seb pulls you in for a side hug. “Where's the missus?”

Sebastian nods towards the table and you follow his line of sight. “Went to say hello to Charles.”

“Are you excited ?” You ask him, twirling the straw in the glass when the bartender brings your drink over. “Honestly, yes. Between me and you,” he whispers, leaning into you. “I’m glad to wash my hands on them.”

“I would think so too. You need a fresh start.” You tell him, the two of you walking back to the table. “I hope he’s not boring you,” you tell Hanna, earning a laugh from her and your boyfriend.

“Never, Charles has the funniest stories.” She says, her hand patting his.

You and Sebastian share a glance, the same thought running through your minds. You both laugh, shaking your heads.

Charles looks over at you, he can’t but admire the way your body looks in your dress. The olive green silk fitting your figure, stopping above your knee and the little slit on your thigh showing just enough for it to be classy but keep him wanting more at the same time. The neckline was one of those draped necks and he can't seem to pull his eyes away.

You can feel his eyes on you and you ignore it. Sebastian notices and he uses this as one more chance to tease the younger driver. “Take a photo, Charles. She’ll last longer.” Sebastian says, slinging an arm over your shoulder.

Hanna flings her hand back, hitting her husband in the side as she laughs. Charles’ face goes red, letting out a chuckle. Sylvia is shouting for Sebastian, waving he and Hanna over to speak to someone and Hanna gives Charles a hug, whispering something to him as you say bye to Seb.

You kiss the German driver on the cheek, a little red kiss mark left on his cheek. “Oh hold on,” you tell him, rubbing it away with your thumb. Seb smiles, waiting for Hanna as you and she say goodbye and they walk off to meet Sylvia.

The party wrapped up shortly after that, Seb and Hanna wanted to get home to their children and everyone else had to be in the factory at Maranello for an 8am  meeting.

Charles did not let you drive no matter how much you begged, instead he opened the door for you and let you get in. His blazer tossed over your lap as he drove. “Are you gonna miss Seb?” You ask him, his hand dropping down on your thigh.

“Seems like you are.” He shrugs, pulling into the driveway. “Of course I am, you know what a darling Seb is.” You tell him, getting out of the car.

“Clearly,” Charles grumbles, following you into the house.

You turn and look at him, “what is your problem?” Your arms folded across your chest. “Who put a stick up your ass?” You ask your boyfriend. Charles shrugs, his eyes lingering on your lips when you press them together, you put two and two together, realizing what was irritating your boyfriend.

The heels clatter on the floor when you step out of them. You’re a few inches shorter than him when you’re in front of him now, your hands on his face.

“Are you jealous ?” You ask him, and Charles scoffs, “no, never.”

Your hand reaches for his, pulling him over to the couch. You give him a light shove, letting him fall back on the couch before you get on his lap, straddling him. The room is quiet, Charles's eyes fixed on you as you undo the buttons on his shirt.

You lean into your boyfriend, kissing him softly before moving to his cheek and down his jaw.

The red kiss marks trail down his neck to his collarbone before you scoot back on his lap and begin kissing down his chest. You follow the pattern of his freckles, leaving behind red marks all the way down to his hips.

Sliding off his lap, you settle onto your knees in front of Charles. Your boyfriend smiles, his knuckles rubbing along your jaw.

“You’re so pretty,” he hums, leaning down to kiss you.

Your hands slide between the two of you, undoing the belt on his pants, Charles lifts his hips and helps you slide them off. His eyes fixed on you as your lips wrap around his cock, his chest dropping and raising with each breath.

He can’t help but notice the lipstick on the base of his cock, your head bobbing up and down. Charles’s hand pulls your hair away from your face, letting you set the pace.

His head falls back against the couch, breathing out a string of explicits as you hollow your cheeks. “C’mere.” Charles pulls you off him slowly, savouring the feeling of your tongue sliding up the underside of his cock.

You're back on his lap now, Charles pulling your dress up to bunch over your hips. You're kissing him again, he was about to pull your panties to the side only to realize you don’t have any on. He smiles against your lips, the red lipstick smudged all over his face and yours.

It’s hot, heated, and heavy.

Charles lets you sink down onto his cock. Both of you letting out a satisfied sigh, pushing his shirt from his shoulders and your nails dig into his pale skin.

The shirt drops behind him, the fabric bunching up behind him. Charles bucks his hips and your nails drop down from his shoulders to the scratches along his back. He lets out a groan, his face buried in the crook of his neck.

Your hand tangles in his hair, pulling his head back so you can kiss him. You kiss all over his face, Charles’ cheeks red not just from the lipstick but from the blush forming on his cheeks.

He loves when you love on him like that.  

“You’re so good to me,” you mumble against his cheek, rocking your hips back and forth. “Mmm there,” you breathe, chest pressed to his. Charles’s lips find your shoulder, he bites down softly when he cums, feeling you clench around him.

Your hands on his cheek after, pulling his focus back to you. His hand finds your hips, smiling as he looks up at you. “All because I kissed Seb on the cheek, hm?” You joke, earning a smile from him.

“You’re mine, it’s fine.” Charles says, giving you one more kiss.

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kinktober - day 19: size kink // g.r63

George Russell x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: size kink go burrrrr, slight manhandling, elements of dom/sub for a moment there, penetrative sex, mirror sex, George being cheeky. 

Word Count: 2,046

Author’s Note: based on this post

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George can’t help but admire the way you looked next to him 

The comments came flooding in, his screen lighting up as soon as he set the phone down.

f1fangirl: George and y/n are sooooo cute 

georgerussstan: omg the height difference!! adorable!!

mercedesamgf1: cutest couple on the grid 

user6344: size kink go burrrrr!!!!

The last one caught his eye, chuckling to himself. 

He didn't have a size kink. 

You were his girlfriend who just happened to be smaller than him. George glances over at the sleeping girl by his side, her arm over his waist and her face buried in his side. Your breath tickling his bare skin, George rests a hand on your head, twirling a strand of your hair. 

“Precious,” he mumbles to himself, shifting to lay beside you. It was late, you both needed to get up for brunch with your sisters and their partners tomorrow. 

You stirred, readjusting yourself as your boyfriend lays beside you, moving to rest your head on his chest, tossing your leg over his lap. 

George can’t help but notice how tiny you looked next to him. 

Maybe there was some fact behind the comment. 

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The sunshine peeked through the curtains when he woke, the warmth wrapping him up, making him want to lay in bed all day. The driver rolls over, “good morning-” the bed was empty. 

George could hear the humming, the bathroom door barely opened enough for him to see you in there. “What are you doing up already, love?” he calls out to you, pulling himself out of bed. 

You couldn’t hear him over the music you had playing, singing along as you did your makeup.

Leaning forward over the counter, gentle strokes with the concealer before you blended it in, your eyes finding your boyfriend in the mirror as he walks in, a smile on his face. “Hi honey,” you smile at him, continuing to blend out the concealer. 

“Morning love,” George wraps an arm around your waist, his large hand sprawled across your stomach and your own free hand comes down to rest on his. 

Standing up straight again, back pressed to him. The two of you look at each other in the mirror; George towered over you, your head barely reaching his chest. His large hand covering your lower stomach and your hand looked beyond tiny on top of his. 

Your phone lights up on the counter, catching your attention. 

Your lock screen was something similar to the reflection staring back at you; George standing behind you with his arms over you, leaning down about a whole foot to kiss your cheek.

“How long do we have before we have to meet your sisters ?” He asks you. 

“Maybe an hour and a half ? Maria is always late.” You tell him, going back to finish up your makeup. 

“Think I can squeeze in a run and then shower?” 

“If you keep standing here, no.” 

George laughs, “you're a pain in the ass.” He kissed your cheek before letting you go to brush his teeth. 

This was a normal routine for you two; early mornings, giggling as you chatted in the bathroom. It usually ended with you two in bed again before you left the house but how could you tell him no? 

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Brunch was quiet, the six of you all catching up. They didn’t see you and George very often because if you two weren't away for races, you were working or travelling. 

Your older sister, Maddie, mentions how adorable it is that even in heels, George towers over you before she makes a very sly comment about her boyfriend, Josh, being short. Josh wasn’t all that short, just that she was above average which made the poor guy look short. 

George’s hand rests on your thigh, you smile at him and rest your hand on his as you all chatted. 

You stood between your two sisters, Maria and Maddie; the three of you smiling at George as he took the photo of the three of you. He turns the phone to show you. 

“Wait!” Maddie takes the phone from George, pushing him off towards you. “Let me take one of you two for mum, she says she doesn’t have enough of you two.”

George’s arm rests over your shoulder as your arm hooks around his waist, your boyfriend pulled you into his side. Your other hand rests on his stomach as you lean back to look up at him. 

“C’mere,” you stand on your tiptoes, even in heels, to kiss him and George still has to leave down about a foot to kiss you. 

“Oh my god!” Maria coos, “you two are so fricking cute,” she says as she swipes through the pictures Maddie took.  

It wasn’t until it started setting up to rain that you all decided to call it a day, promising to see each other again soon when you all know it’ll be at least another few months before you see each other. George’s jacket over your shoulders, swallowing you whole as you walked back to the car. 

“You look so cute,” he laughs, once again admiring the way you looked so small in his clothing. 

“You know I look better in this,” you do a little spin, the jacket swinging around as you did. 

“Alright darling, whatever you say. Let’s get home before the rain comes down,” George grabs your hand, ushering you back to the car. He did this thing while he was driving, he had to have a hand on you at all times; whether it be holding your hand itself or resting his hand on your thigh, he was touching you. 

The rain had started falling by the time he pulled onto the driveway.

George left you with his jacket, letting you hold it over your head as you ran to the front door, George was taking his sweet time, the little white dress you had on was practically soaked at this point. 

You shout for the man halfway leaning into the car to look for his house keys. “George! Hurry up!”

“I can’t find my keys!” He shouts back, fully well knowing they were in the jacket that was wrapped around you. 

He comes jogging over as if it just clicked in his head, stepping up the two steps before feeling you- sorry, the jacket, to find the keys in one of the pockets. 

You look up at him, his hand resting on your hip. “This was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” 

He bites back a smile. “Pardon?” 

“Leave me standing in the rain, in a white dress of all things and “pretend” to search for your keys?” 

George’s knuckles push your chin upwards, the man smiles before leaning down to kiss you, “no idea what you’re on about, darling.” 

The rain is still pouring, your grip on the jacket slips away as you tiptoe to have better reach when kissing him. George somehow manages to get you two inside without pulling away, his hands backing you against the now shut door. 

“If you haven’t noticed, I'm all wet.” You mumble against his lips. “I bet you are,” George answers. 

“George!” You laugh, smacking his arm. “You are such a pain in the ass.” You roll your eyes, stepping away to take your heels off. 

His eyes fixed on you, the way the white fabric was clinging to you, nearly transparent and left nothing to the imagination: not that he had to imagine, he could see you clearly even with his eyes closed. 

“Stop looking at me like that.” 

“Like that?” 

“Like you want to fuck me.” You laughed, stepping past him to head to the bathroom. George followed behind you, “did you stop to consider that I do want to fuck you?”

You shrug, pushing the door open and stepping in. The warmth welcomed you, you thanked yourself for leaving the heating running while you were out. George watched as you took off your jewelry. Stepping behind you, he tugs on the zipper, letting the dress pool by your ankles with one push off your shoulders. 

“Need something?” You call, slipping the bangles off your wrist. 

He shook his head. “No.” 

“Okay.” 

George undoes his shirt, letting it join your dress on the floor. His arm wraps around you, pulling you back against his chest. “You’re beautiful, do you know that?” 

“You've mentioned it once or twice,” you smile at him in the mirror. 

His hands run down your side, resting on your hips. “You know what I’ve noticed ?” His eyes meet yours in the mirror.

“Hm?”

“How small you are. I think it’s cute.”

“Yeah? How come ?”

Everyone and their mum has noticed the size difference between you and George. The man towered over you, his hand taking up more surface area than you’ve ever covered with your own hand.

“Just think it’s cute how small you look when I fuck you - like I’ve got to take care of my precious girl.” George whispers to you, leaning down so his chin rests on your shoulder.

You’re at a loss for words. “Wh- what ?” You whisper, barely audible.

“Yeah,” his finger trails down your stomach to right above your waistline. “I mean, you look so tiny on top of me. Haven’t you noticed ?”

“Usually, I’m a little preoccupied.” You smile, George chuckles, nodding.

The hand above your waist was now down the front of your panties, fingers working in all the magical ways they did. Your head leaned back against him as your eyes flutter closed but George’s free hand grabs your jaw, pulling you to look in the mirror. His knee slotted between your thighs, pushing your legs apart.

“Look.” He tells you.

The outline of his hand pulls your attention, no matter how much you wanted to look away, you couldn’t bring yourself too.

George pushes you down towards the counter, you prop yourself up on your forearms, eyes fixed on anything but what George was doing behind you.

“Did I tell you to stop looking ?” He asks, moving your panties to the side.

“What are you-“ 

“Gonna show you exactly what I see.” He leans down to press a kiss to your back, pushing into you and your hips hit the counter top.“See,” he mumbles, glancing down between the two of you before his eyes meet yours in the mirror. “How could I not love this?”

The knot in your stomach tightens, and obviously, you know the size difference exists but you’d never seen it like this. Per usual, George towers over you and his large hand covers your hip. Your body doesn’t even block his hips from view when he fucks you.

His hand on your hip slips down between your legs, reaching for your clit. He barely moves his fingers before your own hand reaches down to rest on his.

“George-“ 

“Shh, it’s okay sweetheart, I know.” He tells you, thrusts getting sloppier by the second.

The two of you in sync, your boyfriend’s chest pressed to your back as you came down from your orgasm.

He peppered kisses all over your back, rubbing your side softly. “Darling ?” He calls and you hum, still leaning on the counter. “You alright?”

“You’ll be the death of me,” you grumble, making him laugh. “I can say the same, sweetheart.” George leans to press a kiss to your neck before pulling out slowly.

You can hear the shower turn on, George tumbling around for something in the cabinet behind you. His fingers trail across your shoulders to gather your hair, pulling it up into something resembling a bun considering the angle you were standing in currently.

“Come on, sweetheart.” George pats your hip, pulling you to stand up. The mirrors are foggy by the time you look up but you can make out his figure.

“Come take a shower,”

“Tired.” You tell him.

He nods, holding your hand. “Just a quick one, then we can lay in bed for the rest of the day, okay ?”

“Yeah?”

“Of course.” He kisses your forehead, stepping into the shower with you. George lets you cling to him, your cheek pressed to his chest as he rubs your back under the warm water.

You really were the woman of his dreams.

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kinktober - day 20: sex tape/drunk sex // p.g10

Pierre Gasly x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: being tipsy, consent is given prior to and during events, recording (consensual), oral (m!receiving), penetrative sex - doggy emoji, cumplay, the use of the word ‘whore’ in a sexual context.

Word Count: 1,211

Author’s Note: this one’s for my pierre babes and the bitches that love the doggy emoji 

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Drunk minds breed sober thoughts, you convinces Pierre to finally fulfill your dirty fantasy. 

The keys dropped on the floor and you slapped a hand over your mouth to stop the giggle. “Shhh!” Pierre half shouts, half whispers. His arm hung over your shoulder as he unlocked the door, the two of you stumbling into the apartment. 

Your boyfriend has you pressed against the door, his hands on your face as he kisses you. 

“No, c’mon,” you say, pulling away and grabbing his hand to go to the bedroom. 

“Stay!” Pierre says, planting his feet so he doesn’t move. You roll your eyes, letting go of his hand. “Fine, you stay.” You tell him, pushing the straps of your dress off your shoulders, letting the fabric pool around your feet before stepping out of it. 

Pierre’s blue eyes were burning holes into you, watching as you walk to the bathroom, hips swaying as you go. You can hear his footsteps, the man running over and picking you up from behind. He jumps on the bed with you, kissing your shoulder as you two drop down, you on top of him. 

The two of you were coming off a night of clubbing, his friends convincing him to come out for a drink which turned into two and then three until they just kept coming. 

Everyone knows Pierre doesn’t go anywhere without you. 

Next thing you know, you’re at the club with him. 

Pierre lets go of you, letting you crawl over to lay by the pillows. You watch as your boyfriend tosses his shirt on the floor, his pants joining the shirt in a moment. 

You toss your leg over his as you snuggle into his side, your head on his chest. “I love you,” you hum, finger trailing down his chest. 

“I love you too.” He whispers, kissing the top of your head. 

“You know..” you start, rolling onto your stomach, chin on his chest as you look up at him. His eyes fixed on yours as you said, “what I always wanted to do?” 

He hums, waiting for you to go on. 

“Make a sex tape.” 

Pierre laughs. “What? Are you serious?” 

“I mean.. yeah. You’re away so much and I miss you,” you admit to him, Pierre’s quiet for a moment before he speaks. “Okay.” 

“Okay what?” You ask. 

“Okay, let’s do it.” 

You sit up on your knees, looking at him. “Really? You don’t need more convincing?  He can hear the excitement in your voice and it makes him smile. 

“Yeah, really.” He says, sitting up. “C’mon.”

You go to kiss him but he stops you, “hold on, sweetheart.” He sets his phone on the nightstand, the camera facing the two of you before pulling you back to him. You’re still on your knees, palms flat down on your thigh as Pierre cups your cheeks, “you’re absolutely sure you want to do this, amour? We can stop.” 

“I want to,” you tell him, “if you’re okay with it.” 

“C’mere,” Pierre pulls you to him, kissing you softly. 

You climb onto his lap, Pierre reaches behind you to unhook your bra and the lacy material falls onto your lap. His head drops, kissing along your chest, moving down to your tits and he leaves little marks behind, purplish bruises faint on your skin. 

“Pierre!” You giggle, “how am I supposed to wear that top to brunch tomorrow ?” 

“Worry about that later,” he mumbles against your skin, his lips wrapping around your nipple. The other hand moving up to play with the other one, fingers pinching slightly. 

You pull your boyfriend up by his hair, as much as you didn’t want too but you wanted him and you wanted him now. 

He watches as you get off the bed, sinking down onto your knees. He knows what you want and shifts to sit on the edge, his boxers off as you raise yourself up to be equal with his lap. Pierre grabs the phone, turning it so he can record you. 

His eyes fixed on you even though the camera was on you, he watched as you took him in your mouth, all at once. “Fuck,” he groans, his head tipping back a bit. 

“Take it so well, don’t you? Can't go without sucking my cock hm?” Pierre pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail. 

You glance up at your boyfriend, mascara smudged from the tears in your eyes, your lips wrapped around his cock; you were a sight to see.

Your cheeks hollow, “fuck- honey, come on.” Pierre pulls you up, “wanna cum in you.” 

“That was in me,” you tease, getting back on the bed. 

“Hush,” he gives your ass a smack. “Hands and knees,” Pierre tells you, the camera on you as you re-situate yourself. 

Your back arches, the curve of your spine evident when he comes up behind you. His hand rubs down your back, leaning over you to prop the phone up on the pillows, the camera now front facing so you could watch. 

Pierre pushes into you, his name falling from your lips. “God, please Pierre, like that,” the words tumble out, begging your boyfriend for more as he fucks you. 

His hands squeezing your hips, nails digging into your flesh. Your hand reaching under you, fingers barely reaching to rub your clit. 

He pulls you up, his arm wrapped around your middle, your back pressed to his chest. HIs fingers dig into your side for a moment, squeezing you a bit. “Look amour,” he whispers into your neck, “look how pretty you looked all fucked out.” 

Your eyes open, looking at the screen in front of you. Pierre’s eyes meet yours, and you smile. “You’re such a whore,” he hums, chuckling. 

Between the angle you were at and his hand sliding down to rub on your clit, your head drops back onto his shoulder, begging him to let you cum. 

“Pierre, baby, please god- fuck, let me cum please,” you ramble out and Pierre hums, kissing along your jaw, “mhm I'm not stopping you, chérie.” 

He lets you drop back onto your arms, back arched for him once again. He feels you cum around him, the wetness covering his cock. It’s not long after, followed by a few sloppy thrusts, that Pierre cums too. 

He’s still in you when he leans over you to grab the phone. 

The camera recording as he pulls out, pushing you forward a little more so your pussy’s in frame. The tip of his cock brushing between your folds, spreading his cum all over your pussy. 

He pulls away, smiling at the whimper he gets from you. His fingers replacing his cock, covered in his cum when you roll over, he sticks his fingers in your mouth and he doesn’t have to tell you what to do. 

“Good girl,” he hums, watching as your tongue laps over his fingers. 

Pierre ends the recording when you let go of his fingers with a pop. He drops down on the bed next to you, the phone being set on the nightstand before he looks over at you. 

“Is that what you wanted?” He asks you, arm draped over your stomach. 

You smile, looking at your boyfriend. “Exactly what I wanted.” 

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kinktober - day 21: brat taming // c.s55

Carlos Sainz Jr x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: dom/sub elements, Carlos doesn’t like attitude, slight manhandling, punishment via spanking, oral (m!receiving), face fucking if you look closely, ‘slut’ and ‘whore’ used in a sexual context, a little bit of degrading, penetrative sex, choking, creampie,  aftercare. 

Word Count: 1,444

Author’s Note: I think this is the filthiest piece I've written so far :) have fun whores <3

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There was not much he couldn’t put up with, but Carlos hated your attitude and finally put you in your place.

There’s nothing you hate more than when your boyfriend ignores you, which was exactly what he was doing right now; frankly, had been doing for the last 6 days. 

You weren't sure what stick was up his ass but Carlos had made himself busy for the whole week he had been home. It was currently Friday afternoon, you two were spending the upcoming weekend at his parents and then he’s off to Austin for his race on Tuesday which really gave you two no time together at all. 

Carlos was a busy man, there was no denying that but was he so busy that he had no time for his girlfriend? 

He was coming downstairs, finally done with his million hour shower routine before dropping down next to you on the couch. You didn’t say anything to him, instead you focused on the reruns of modern family that were playing on screen. 

Your boyfriend snuggles into your side but you get up, quietly making your way to the kitchen. Carlos gets up and follows you, “amor, what’s wrong?” 

“Nothing.” You say, pouring yourself a glass of water. 

You were leaning against the counter when your boyfriend walked over, his hands on your waist as he pulled you towards him. His head drops, lips on your collarbone, one of his hands reaching up to pull your top down a little more. You brush him off and go to walk off after setting the glass down. 

“Talk to me,” he says, grabbing your hand. You pull your hand away, standing directly across from the man. “Now you have time for me?” You spat at him and his brows furrow, pulling together as he looks at you.

“What?” He asks, “I always have time for you.” 

You scoff, rolling your eyes as you walk off towards the living room again. “That’s bullshit and you and I both know that.”

“It’s not,” Carlos follows you to the living room. He sits on the couch and you’re standing in front of him now, looking like you're ready to bite his head off. “Seriously, what's your problem?” He asks you. 

You cannot believe this man. 

“You have the audacity to ask me what's wrong? After you’ve been ignoring me all week? I cannot believe you.” 

He’s at a loss of words. He isn't sure what prompted your attitude because he had not been ignoring you and you knew he was busy. He didn’t like when you thought you could get away with talking to him like that. 

Carlos was a man of many talents and an abundance of patience but when it came to you, no one tested his patience like you. 

He grabs your hand, pulling you to him so you’re standing directly in front of him. “Last chance, what’s wrong ?” He asks you and you can’t help but roll your eyes; that was the cherry on top. 

Carlos pulls you and before you could stop him, he’s got you bent over his lap. He pulls your shorts down, letting it fall to the floor. The pink lace barely covered anything and yet, he pulled it to the side. You look over your shoulder to see his hand lifting and then it drops, landing on down on your ass with a loud smack. 

He does it once more, “count.” 

Carlos’s hand came down a little harder, “three.” 

“Start from one.” He tells you, rubbing along the red spot on your ass. 

Carlos gives you a moment before smacking your ass once more. He could feel you shifting on his lap, squeezing your thighs together harder with each smack. 

“That was?” He asks, rubbing on your bruised ass. A red imprint of his hand on your skin, making him smile as he waits for you to answer. “Ten,” you mumble, wincing when he shifts you onto your knees in front of him. 

“Are you going to tell me what put you in a pissy mood?” His knuckles brush under your chin as you look up at him. 

Your eyes all teary and desperate; he could read you like the back of his hand.

“Nothing’s wrong.” You answer and Carlos tsks, your chin being held between his thumb and forefinger. 

“You don’t have to talk corazón, but I’ll make use of your pretty little mouth.” 

You look at your boyfriend, watching as he pulls his shorts down, his hand reaching for you to pull you forward. His cock in your mouth, your own hands on his thighs as you feel him push your head down to take all of him.

“Your mouth was made just for me hm?” He asks, looking down at you. 

Your hair wrapped around his hand as he controls the pace, your head bobbing up and down, lips wrapped around him and your tongue running over the vein on the underside of his cock. 

“Suck my cock so well, amor, made just for me.” 

Your eyes teary as you look up at him, the palm of your hands flat on his thighs as you raise yourself a little more, letting him push you down all the way. Carlos pulls you off his cock, your chin covered in drool when he does. He doesn’t miss the smile on your face when he does. 

“Cock drunk already?” Carlos asks you, wiping your chin with your shirt before tossing it aside. “You’re a whore, mi amor.” 

“Yours,” you remind him, earning a smile. 

Carlos pulls you up to lay on the couch, “all mine.” He answers, kissing you.

You’re laying on your back and Carlos has got your legs up in the air, pulled together and held in place by his arms before he pushes into you. He can already feel you clench around him and he pushes in a little more, letting you take all of him. 

“Relax,” he tells you, a hand rubbing your thigh. 

He lets your legs rest over his shoulders rather than be up in the air. He leans over you a bit, pushing your legs back. “God fuck! Carlos-” 

“Those two shouldn't be in the same statement,” your boyfriend teases you, your nails digging into his arm when he leans down to kiss you. “Take it so well.” He mumbles against your lips before lifting off your legs a bit. 

His hand wraps around your neck, fingers squeezing against the soft flesh. 

A little whimper slips past your lips, your hand wrapping around his wrist. “You only act up because you want me to fuck you, don’t you? Little slut can’t handle not getting fucked, can’t she?” He coos, taunting you. 

Carlos has a habit of doing that. Leaving you until you’re desperate and begging so he can fuck you like a whore. 

Especially if he knew he was going to be leaving you soon. 

“Please- mhm Carlos, need to.” “Need to what?” He asks, eyes fixed on you; chest heaving, the thin layer of sweat across your soft skin made it glisten under the white light of the living room, your hand wrapped around his wrist. 

“What do you need?” He asks you once more, his hand finally moving from your neck, letting you take a deep breath; the air burning your lungs. 

Carlos’s hand wanders down your chest, fingers brushing over your nipples before moving down your torso to your clit. He presses down, rubbing slow circles. 

Your back arches, his name falling from your lips. “Carlos fuck! please, I'm-” “I know, amor.” He stops you, his hand moving in time with his hips. 

Between the two, he pushes you over the edge. The knot in your stomach comes loose and your boyfriend watches as you cum. The wetness wrapping around his cock, and with a few sloppy thrusts, Carlos follows behind you.��

Your boyfriend pulls you, leaving you there all spread out and fucked out while he walks off to get something. 

He returns a few moments later, a blanket in hand and a washcloth. He rubs over your inner thighs and pussy, smiling as you squirm under his touch. Carlos tosses the washcloth onto the floor with the clothes before he pulls you into his side, the blanket over the two of you. 

You look up at your boyfriend; fucked out and sleepy. You were like an angel on earth to him. 

Carlos brushes a strand of your hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear. “I love you.” He whispers, leaning down to kiss you. 

You smile, a hand resting on his jaw. “I love you.” 

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kinktober - day 5: breeding // c.s55

Carlos Sainz Jr x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: major baby fever, Carlos thinks he’s slick, talks of having a child, probably inappropriate behaviour given the circumstances, penetrative sex slightly on the rougher side, some dirty talk, breeding, Rupert is #disgusted <3

Word Count: 1,425

Author’s Note: there’s no one more suited for this than daddy Carlos and if you follow my main, you know I can’t write Carlos without Rupert so take it or leave it lmao 

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Carlos wants a big family, it’s not too early to start practicing, is it? 

England was cold. 

Carlos loved it there; his home away from home as he called it. 

After he made the switch to Ferrari from McLaren, he moved back to Madrid from England. You two had some time off and decided to go back to visit. It’s quarter to 7, you were sitting on the bed in your room and the tv was playing in the background. Carlos was in the shower but his phone started ringing, you reach over to grab it and see who was calling but it was just Rupert so you picked up. 

“Hi Rupert!” 

“Y/n! Oh my god, thank god you picked up.” He sighs and your brows pull together in confusion. “Everything okay ? Is it Harlow?” 

“No.. well, yes but no.” He starts and you’re not any less confused. “Alexandra has this work party tonight and I was supposed to go with her but the baby-sitter pulled out at the last second, some family emergency so I tried my luck and I'm hoping, you know, maybe, you'd be able to come and watch Harlow?” 

“You sounded so stressed,” you laughed. “Of course we’ll come watch her! When Carlos gets out of the shower, we’ll head over.” 

“You’re a lifesaver, y/n, thank you!” 

“No problem really, we’ll be there soon.” 

Just as you hang up, the bathroom door opens and the stream floats out into the bedroom. Your boyfriend walks out, towel hanging low on his hips. “Who called?” He asks, noticing his phone on the bed. 

“Rupert.” You tell him, rolling onto your stomach so you can watch him as he reaches into the wardrobe to get something to wear. 

Carlos pulls on a pair of pants, towel now tossed over the wardrobe door. “Oh? What for?” 

“We have to babysit.” 

“What?” 

“We’re gonna go babysit Harlow!” You smile, getting up off the bed. “Why are we doing that? Not that I mind, just.. confused how we ended up doing that.” 

You give Carlos the rundown; the work party, the canceled babysitter and how Rupert practically begged you to come babysit. You reminded Carlos of how much Rupert does for him during the season, so this was the literal least he could do for him. 

Soon enough you two were standing at his front door, Carlos’ arm around you as you two waited for him to open the door. “Carlos! Y/n! Come in,” Rupert steps aside, “thank you so much for coming.” 

“No problem, mate. You know we'd do anything for you,” Carlos tells him, patting the back of his shoulder. 

You were already taking Harlow from her mom, after the woman kissed her daughter goodnight. Rupert comes over to kiss Harlow’s head, “if you need anything, call me.” He tells you and you nod. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll watch them,” you glance at your boyfriend, “both of them.” 

Rupert laughs, thanking you both once more before him and the missus heads out for the night. 

You hand Harlow over to Carlos, letting them wander off to the living room while you heat up her bottle. When you return, you find her and Carlos laying on the floor, Harlow climbs over his chest and pulls herself up by tugging on his sweater. You watch for a moment, smiling. It makes you think about what it would be like if you and Carlos were to have kids together.  

“Time for your bottle missy,” He picks her up, handing her over to you as you sit on the couch. 

You smile and let her settle against your chest before you give her the bottle. 

Carlos picks up the toys they were playing with, watching as you hum to her and rock her gently as she settles into your arms. You were humming you are my sunshine to her and Carlos swears his heart skips a beat when he sees you with Harlow.  

The little girl was hand asleep in your arms when you got up, taking her to her bedroom and setting her in the crib. “Sleep well, sweetheart,” you whisper to her, kissing her head softly. You step out of the room, leaving the door open slightly that way if she stirred or woke up, you’d hear her. 

Carlos catches you in the hallway as you step out of her room, he hugs you from behind. “You’re good with her,” he tells you and you smile. 

“So are you.” 

“I can’t help but think what it would be like if we had kids,” he whispers to you, his hand sliding down to rest on your stomach. Your own hand rests on his, “is that something you’re thinking about? Having kids?” 

“I mean.. yeah. You’d be a fantastic mother, corazón.” 

“That’s very sweet of you to say.” You tell him, turning to give him a kiss. Carlos smiles against your lips and it’s almost like you can hear his thoughts, “no.” You tell him, “we're not fucking in the middle of Rupert’s house.” 

“Okay,” Carlos smiles, grabbing your hand. He pulls you down the hallway towards the guest bedroom. 

“This isn’t what I meant, Carlos.” 

“It’s not?” He asks, shutting the door halfway. Carlos pulls your shirt over your head, “we don’t have to have kids now but we can practice hm?” He chuckles, making you laugh. 

“You’re a pain in the ass,” you tell him, smiling before you kiss him. 

You two end up on the bed, clothes tossed all over the room. The looming thought of Harlow waking up and needing one of you was heavy which sort of sped things up. 

Carlos has you bent over the bed, holding your arms held behind your back with one of his hands. “You look so beautiful like this,” he tells you, his hips pressing into you with each thrust. 

His name falls from your lips like a prayer, he could listen to you say it over and over again. 

There was no hidden meaning behind it; no scolding, no need to hurry him up - you wanted him and that was it. 

“Fuck, gonna let me fill you up princess? Hm?” He asks, his pace as filthy as his words. 

You nod, trying to move your hands. “Please,” the word barely gets out. 

“Yeah?” He hums, “want me to fuck you full, don't you? I know you can take it, amor, can’t you?” 

At this point, you can’t do much except lay there and take it; not that you don’t want to because you do, you really do. 

“Carlos, please, fuc-” “I know.” He hums, leaning down to kiss the back of your shoulder. “In you?” He asks, making sure you were okay with it. 

“Please, yes.” 

“So good for me,” his chest pressed your back, “just like that.” His hand rubs along your side, slipping under you to rest on your stomach. “Just like that.” 

The two of you lay like that for a few moments, Carlos’s hand slowly rubbing your stomach as he kisses along the back of your shoulder. 

“I have to check on Harlow.” You whisper, nudging him off you so you can get dressed. 

Carlos sits on the bed and watches you get dressed, “is this what it’s like when you are parents ?” 

“What do you mean?” You ask, pulling your leggings on before reaching for your shirt on the floor. Carlos was getting dressed himself, before speaking, “well you know, rushed and then rushing off to check on the kids.” 

“Yeah,” you tell him, pulling your shirt on. “Change your mind about kids?” 

Carlos pulls your shirt up just enough that he can see your stomach, he leans  down to press a kiss to it. “Never.” 

The two of you were on the couch when the front door opened, the couple coming in. You walk over to tell Alexandra that Harlow is sleeping, how much of her bottle she had and whatnot. You hug her goodnight before she passes by to go check on her daughter. 

You also take the car keys from Carlos, heading out to the car after saying good night to Rupert. Carlos on the other hand, stops to talk to his friend, reaching into his pocket to pull out some cash and he hands it over to Rupert.

“What’s this for?” He asks Carlos. 

“Guest bedroom,” Carlos smiles, smacking his friend behind the shoulder. 

It wasn't until Carlos was halfway out the door that Rupert connected the dots, “ew!” he groans, shaking his head and laughing. 

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kinktober - day 14: face sitting // j.b22

Jenson Button x Fem!Reader

Warnings: oral (f!receiving), face sitting - it’s literally what it sounds like 

Word Count: 1,038

Author's Note: inspo for this post // I know you whores have been waiting for this one. 

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Your husband grows out his beard, it’s a shame to let such a pretty face go to waste. 

Your husband has been away for work, and usually when he’s gone, he sends you photos from where he is or his outfits because he genuinely believes that he is not able to pick an outfit without you.

So imagine your surprise when you left the house empty and returned to see him sitting on the couch. 

You weren't expecting him home for another few days and the sudden presents startled you. “What the fuck?! Jenson, you scared the hell out of me!” You huff, a hand pressed to your chest. 

Your husband laughs, his back still to you. “Come help me take these bags to the kitchen,” you walk off, two of them in hand as you set them on the counter. 

Jenson brings the rest of the bags to the kitchen, setting them into the counter. You two chat as you put the groceries away, you’re leaning on the counter until Jenson turns around to put something in the cupboard above your head. 

Your hand grips his chin, his cheeks squeezed between your fingers. Jenson’s brows furrow, “what?” 

“Nothing,” you smile, rubbing the palm of your hand over his jaw. “Just missed you.” 

He smiles, resting a hand to your hip. “I missed you too,” he whispers against your lips before kissing you. You smile, “I don’t feel like cooking, let’s order something hm?” 

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.” 

The two of you end up on the couch while you wait for dinner, some random movie on Netflix running in the background. His arm wraps around you, pulling you into his side. He was warm and cuddly, his fingers dragging along your arm was putting you to sleep. 

Jenson glances at you, smiling to himself. “Sweetheart,” he whispers, “aren't you hungry?” 

“Hm?” you mumble, eyes closed as you cuddle further into his side. 

“C’mon darling, dinner will be here soon. Surely, you’ll want to eat.” He nudges you once more, getting you to sit up a little more. You sigh, settling with your back against his chest. Jenson’s arm resting over your shoulder and your fingers interlock with his. 

You shift a little to get more comfortable and you glance up at your husband. “Sweetheart, you’re staring again.” He smiles. 

“I’m not staring; I'm admiring.” You tell him, moving to sit on his lap. 

Jenson chuckles, pinching your hip. “I’m flattered honey.” 

“You should be,” your hand rubs across his jaw, the stubble prickling your skin. “I like this, you should keep it.” 

“Yeah? Only have it ‘cause I forgot the cable for my shaver.” He laughs, giving you a kiss.  

“Would probably feel good between my thighs,” you mumble, dragging your finger along his jaw.

He smiles, “you think so?”  

You hum, nodding. “Can I sit on your face?” 

Jenson’s brows furrow, a slight smile on his face. “What?” 

He didn’t hear you correctly, his ears must be deceiving him. You didn’t ask him to let you do the one thing he’s been begging you to do all this time. 

You’re quiet, finger dragging along his jaw. “Ask me again,” his eyes meet yours. 

“Didn’t you hear me?” 

“Ask me again.” 

You bite back a smile, smug son of a bitch. 

“Can I..” you pause, kissing along his neck. “Sit on,” you move to press kisses to his jaw.“Your face?” You stop, finally kissing him. 

Jenson lays back, you’re on his lap. “Come on then,” he smacks the back of your thigh lightly. “Come sit.” 

You find yourself wiggling out of your shorts as you move back to sit on his face. Thighs on either side of his head, you weren't fully on his face but Jenson’s hands grip the back of your thighs, pulling you further down. 

“You asked to sit, so fucking sit.” He mumbles from under you. 

Jenson’s hands rested on the back of your thigh, pulling you down flat against his face, his tongue pressed against your slit. 

Your body rocks, leaning forwards and your fingers tangle in his short hair. 

Jenson’s tongue curled upwards, brushing against your clit and you tug on his hair, something incoherent meets his ears - partly because he was focused on what he was doing but also because your thighs were squishing his face. 

He didn’t care. 

He loved it. 

Jenson had been begging you to sit on his face for weeks, if not months. Had he knew growing some stubble would do it, he would have done it a long time ago. 

“That- oh!” Your chest heaves, tugging on his hair to get him to do that again. 

His tongue doing figure eights over your clit. 

Jenson’s grip on your thighs would leave marks as would his beard scratching along the inside of your thighs. He rocked you a bit, his nose brushing against your clit, his tongue moving down to lap over your cunt. 

“Jense - oh fuck,” you tug on his hair, grinding down on his face a bit. 

Jenson glances up, his eyes fixed on your hand on your tit, head tossed back and mouth open. His name slips past your lips like a prayer. “You're so perfect,” he mumbles against you, nose brushing at your clit as you grind down on his face again. 

Your legs shake for a moment, your grinding halts as you cum on his tongue. Jenson’s hands hold you in place, his tongue still lapping over your clit and his lips replace them a moment later. 

He lets you shift off his face in your own time, settling back onto his lap before laying down on his chest. Your chin rests on his chest as you look up at him, your fingers dragging across his lips. 

Jenson lets you slip your finger into his mouth, biting it softly before you pull it away. He smiles at you, his hand resting on your lower back as you reach up to kiss him. 

You can taste yourself on his lips and your hand on his jaw, rubbing along the stubble in his jaw. “Maybe I should keep it, hm?” Jenson smiles. 

Kissing him once more, you smile against his lips. “yes please.” 

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kinktober - day 15: phone sex // l.s18

Lance Stroll x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: mentions of nudes/scandalous pictures, sexting, phone sex, mutual masturbation (sorta), lowkey giving sub lance but not really lmao, is it really any fun if you don’t make him blush

Word Count: 1,709

Author’s Note: this is one of my favs so far :) my plan to turn you all into lance girlies is working // also this one is super dialogue heavy as is it a phone call basically lmao sorry!

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Too many timezones to keep track, Lance misses you too much not to call. 

The room felt empty without you. 

Lance rolled over in the big bed, reaching for his phone that was charging on the nightstand. You were supposed to join him for his triple header, 3 weeks of you two travelling, racing and relaxing in between and yet, he was alone.

He knew you wanted to come but you couldn’t get the time off work; and yes, he’d suggested you just quit and travel with him for the season, he had more than enough money to support both of you but you’d always give him the same answer as always, you’re a big girl and you wanted to support yourself. 

Your boyfriend missed everything about you; your smile, your touch, your smell, your cuddles, your voice. 

He decides to scroll through his photos, going through the photos of the two of you. There’s some from your vacation to the Maldives prior to the triple header. 

A mirror selfie, one of you two from dinner, some of you in the tiny green bikini he loves so much on the beach and they get more risqué from there on. 

One of you on the bed, your top off but you’re laying on your stomach and looking over your shoulder at him, the tan lines evident across your freshly sun kissed skin. 

The next one was on you on his lap, taken from the ribs down so you can see that you’re sitting on him and his free hand down the front of your bikini. 

After that, the two that follow are of more explicit nature; you on your knees and looking up at him with his cock on your mouth and the one after was a video of you from behind and Lance fucking you, taken from his pov. 

Lance can feel his cock twitch in his shorts, he shifts in his shorts as he shuts his camera roll to text you. 

It was late Sunday night for him, he was so busy with the race and the debrief, he barely gat a chance to check his phone. He was about to text you when he saw an unopened message from you. 

You had texted him good luck prior to his race and he answered you but he disappeared after that. 

There was an image attachment, it looked like a video but from the preview, it was a black screen. 

To Lance: *1 Video Attachment* 

To Lance: miss you <3

Lance opens the video, the volume up about half way. The screen stays black but Lance can hear the soft sounds coming from the speaker. 

He turns the volume up a little more. 

The noise was so clear and evident, as if he was sitting there with you. Lance could hear the movement of your fingers, could imagine it clearly in front of him; legs spread and fingers buried in your pussy. 

If that wasn't the cherry on top, his name slipping past your lips was. “fuck- Lance, god mhm, please.” The words came out in a strangled moan. 

Lance’s cock twitches again, now constrained by the tightness of his shorts. He hits your number, the phone on speaker next to him as he shoves his shorts down. He felt guilty for calling, he knows it’s early for you and maybe, just maybe, he hoped you were up for work and he’s not waking you up. 

The line rings a few times and he figures you’re sleeping but you pick up at the last second. 

“Lance, baby?” Your voice laced with sleep as you called out to him. 

The sound of your voice reminds him of the morning you two had before he left; you begged him to stay, promising to fuck him in oblivion if he did and as much as he wanted too, he couldn’t. 

You can hear the slight whimper and breathing from his end. “Sorry,” he breathed, hand wrapped around his cock. “Did I wake you?” 

“It’s okay,” you tell him, shifting to lay on your back so you can set the phone on the pillow next to you. “Are you okay? I thought you’d be sleeping for sure.”  

“I’m okay, sorry I didn’t mean to wake you.” 

“It’s fine honey, what’s wrong?” You ask him, you can hear the movement on his end. 

Lance glances down at the scene before his waist; his hand wrapped around his cock, imagining all the filthy things you did to yourself earlier that night. He almost feels guilty for waking you but to be completely fair, you started it. 

He lies through his teeth. “Nothing, everything is fine.” 

“I miss you, you know. It’s not the same sleeping in this big bed without you.” You hum, your fingers dragging down your stomach. 

“I know the feeling,” he sighs between the words, “I miss you too.” 

“Did you see my text, sweetheart?” 

Lance is quiet, his hand moving up and down his cock slowly as he reimagines what you must have been doing when you called out his name like that. 

You find yourself in the same situation; imagining what your boyfriend was doing on the other end of the line, your hand slipping down the front of your panties. 

“Is that why you called?” You ask him softly, your voice pulling him back to reality. “Mhm, missed your pretty face,” Lance says and you smile. 

Even when he’s horny, he’s still as charming as the day you met him. 

“I think you miss more than my face, Lance.” 

He plays dumb, “what do you mean?” And it’s almost like you can see the cocky smile on his face. 

“I think you miss me, Lance. My touch, my hands, my lips, my taste.. my-” “Yeah,” he cuts you off with a ragged breath. “Everything about you.” 

“Mhm,” you smile to yourself, rubbing slow circles over your clit. “I was thinking about you,” you tell him, “missing the way your fingers stretch me out, make me feel so full.” 

“Really?” He asks a little too eagerly, mentally kicking himself for sounding so desperate but 3 weeks without you is a long time. 

“Really, baby. Mine don’t feel as good as yours do.” 

Lance groans, “you can’t tell me that.” 

You bite back a smile, and you’re quiet for a moment before you speak. “Why not? Not enough to get you to touch yourself ? Or did you already start?” 

“You’re horrible,” he huffs, earning a laugh. 

“Oh come on baby, you’re no fun.” You smile when you hear the movement of his hand on his side. “What are you doing?” You ask him. 

“What do you think I’m doing?” 

“You can’t answer a question with a question, Lance. I know you know better than that.” 

Lance groans, irritated that he’s been on the phone for the last 15 minutes, you’ve been spinning him in circles and he has yet to cum. “Either you help me or I hang up, sweetheart.” He tells you, the pet name a dig at you. 

You love to tease Lance, it was your favourite past time honestly. “How can I help you if I don’t know what I'm supposed to help you with?” 

“Fuck- y/n, come on. It’s not funny. I can’t stop thinking about you.” He rambles out in one breath. 

“About me? How sweet.” You chuckle, “get your hand wet, baby. I know you didn’t.” 

Lance hums, moving his hand to spit on it before wrapping it around his cock again. 

You hear the satisfied sigh that leaves his mouth, “that’s better,” you tell him, your own fingers moving a little faster. Your boyfriend is quiet, his hand moving up and down, he can hear the soft whimpers coming from your side of the line, the slightly wet noise filling the silence in between. 

Lance musters up the energy to speak, “what are you doing?”

“Exactly what I was doing in the video.” You tell him, panties pulled to the side and your own two fingers buried in your pussy. Lance huffs a breath, “fuck- god I wish I was home.” 

“You’ll be home tomorrow.” 

“Not soon enough.” 

“I miss you,” you tell him, starting your teasing again. “I miss waking up beside you, miss your touch, your arms around me, your mouth, your fingers, your cock.” 

Lance's eyes close, imagining how pretty you looked laid there; legs spread, fingers in you. He could sit there and watch you all day if you let him. 

“Lance,” you sigh, your fingers curling up. “Yeah?” He answers. 

“Feels so fucking good.” 

“I wish I was there,” he admits, hand still moving but a bit faster this time. “Me too,” you hum, eyes closed as your other hand reaches down to rub on your clit.

Both you and Lance were on the edge of orgasm, the tightening knot in your stomach. “Lance, god, fuck, please.” You ramble out, “yeah me too, baby.” 

Head tossed back into the pillows, eyes fluttering shut as you feel yourself slip over the edge. Your fingers are moving but you barely register the physical feeling of it. Lance’s name falls from your lips like a prayer, along with a string of please, yes and all the explicits under the sun. Lance follows a moment after you; his name coming from you, in that context, imagining how pretty you must look was enough for him. The warm liquid all over his hand and his lower stomach. 

The line goes quiet, Lance breaks the silence as he reaches over to grab a tissue. “Do you have work?” 

You yawn, settling back into bed. “No, have the day off today and tomorrow. We can spend all day in bed tomorrow.” 

“Good,” he smiles, wiping off his stomach and hand. He tosses the tissue in the trash before settling into bed again. “Going back to sleep?” 

“Probably. You?” 

“Yeah,” he says with a yawn. “Stay on the phone with me?” 

You roll onto your side, glancing at the phone on the pillow; Lance’s pillow. “Of course.” Lance smiles, mirroring your actions on his side of the line, halfway across the globe. 

“I love you, y/n.” 

“I love you. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” 

“Okay.”

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kinktober- day 13: orgasm denial // m.v1

Max Verstappen x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: talks about having kids, Carola and reader are besties #rbwags <3,  mean max, penetrative sex, orgasm denial, it’s giving dom max tbh, fingering, oral (f!receiving), doggy emoji or whatever pierre said, overstimulation, a sweet moment at the end :) 

Word Count: 2,795

Author’s Note: this is like 80% porn and 20% plot  // also I know Carola wasn’t at Silverstone but go with it :) 

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Mean, Mean, Mean; Max took out his anger on you, there was no way you were getting what you wanted.

It was race day at Silverstone and your boyfriend, Max, had found a new way to warm up for his race. 

“Fuck, right there.” Your hand on the back of his neck pulling him down to kiss you, Max’s cock splitting you in half. You two had maybe 15 minutes before he was needed and had to be in the car. 

Max was insatiable. 

Your little white dress left nothing to the imagination and Max knew what you had on under; the matching navy blue set he loved sooooo much. 

The dress tossed on the floor, Max's fireproof top with it and his race suit hanging by his thighs now as you were lying on an angle on the couch with the pillows under your back to keep you up and your hips rest the arm rest, your legs hitched on his hips. 

Max admired the navy blue set on you, he loved it so much that he didn't even bother to take it off you. Your panties pulled to the side and your bra pulled down so his hands could squeeze your tits as he leans down to kiss you. 

“Right there,” you breathe against his lips, “Max, fuck, please.” You ramble, not exactly sure what you were asking for. 

“Yeah-” “Max! 10 minutes! Let’s go!” His press officer banged on the door, “you’re going to be late!” She shouts from the other side of the door and it was times like now that you understood why Max had no patience. 

Max gives you an apologetic look, leaning down to kiss you and covering your whimper as he pulls out. You two are dressed in record time, your hair tucked back into place and your dress on before you turn to fix the strap on the top of his race suit. 

Your boyfriend backs you up against the wall, kissing you once more; feverish and needy, his hand slipping between your legs to feel your wet panties. 

“Fuck,” he huffs, dropping his head onto your shoulder. “Remind me why I became a f1 driver.” 

You pull him up to give him one more kiss, “go win your race, baby.” 

The two of you head down to the garage, you give Max one more kiss before he puts his helmet on and as he walks off to get in the car, you feel someone wrap their arms around your legs. 

You look down to see Checo Jr. “Hi junior,” you bend down to pick him up, the little boy sitting on your hip now with your arm around him. 

“Did you wish your daddy good luck?” You ask him, looking over to Carola talking to Checo. The boy nods, resting his head on your shoulder. 

You had a good feeling about the race, Max was starting P2 with Carlos in P1 and Checo was starting in P4 but you were 100% sure that you’d be seeing yet another double podium for the RedBull boys. 

Carola comes over with Carlota in her arms. “How’d I know he’d find you?” She asks, eyeing her son in your arms. You laugh, pressing a kiss to the boy’s forehead, “you know he’s my little bestie.” 

You had basically watched Checo Jr grow up in front of you, plus you always loved making ice cream sundaes with him with all the toppings under the sun so you were in his good graces as well. 

“Do you wanna head up?” She asks you, rocking her baby girl in her arms. 

Emilio was a little too young to join his siblings and parents so he had to stay home with his uncle. 

You typically watched the race from the garage, that way you'd be able to watch his pit stops and stand on the pit fence with the mechanics when he crossed the line but he was going to win, might as well go up with her. 

The four of you head up, you and Checo Jr watching the cars line up in the grid, pulling off of their formation lap while the two Perez girls settle in on the sofa. 

Max was on the track but his mind was anywhere but there during the formation lap. 

He couldn't stop thinking about you in his driver’s room; chest heaving, pretty blue lace across your soft skin, your lips parted just enough for his name to slip past them, grabbing on him and begging him to fuck you. 

Heaven on earth. 

He barely gathered his thoughts in time to notice the lights counting back down for lights out. 

You hadn’t been paying much attention to the race, glancing up at the screen every now and then, the top three were Carlos, Max and Checo all fighting it out. 

Carola was catching you up on what they had been up to since you last saw them, Checo Jr had been tracing around your hand on a piece of paper in front of him and surely, your hand was covered in marker. 

“Do you think about it?” The woman asks, watching as you brush Checo Jr’s hair from his face. 

“About?” You ask. 

“Having kids.” She says and you smile, shaking your head. “I mean, maybe some day in the future but not right now. Max just won his first championship, he's got more important focuses. Plus I don’t think I'd be able to handle all the time away to tell you the truth.” 

Carola nods and smiles, glancing at her children. “It’s hard but Checo is a good father, he’s always there.” 

“I know, he talks about you guys nonstop.” You laugh, “I've seen more pictures of these kids than anything else.” 

It had been a while since you looked up and when you do, you’re shocked. The race was over and Max didn’t win, not only that but he wasn’t even on podium. 

Your boyfriend ended up in P7. 

At least he was in the points but you were sure he was pissed. “Excuse me,” You smile at Carola, getting up to step past Checo Jr as you head down the stairs and straight to your boyfriend’s driver’s room. 

There was no point in knocking, you walked in and shut the door behind you. Max was changing for press. “Max I'm so-” “Where were you?” He asks, not turning around. 

“Hospitality lounge with Carola and the kids, I didn’t even realize-” “Save it,” Max says, turning to face you as he puts his hat on. 

You can see it all over his face, he was pissed; at the race, at himself, at the result, at you. 

“Max-” 

“I have press.” He tells you, walking over to the door and you block it, looking up at him. “Max, listen to me.” 

“Y/n, move. I’m going to be fucking late and frankly, I don’t want to talk to you right now.” He says, reaching for the door handle behind you. You sigh, stepping aside and letting him leave. “We’re leaving after the debrief, pack up.” He tells you, giving you time to gather your things you had laying around. 

You left Max for the rest of the afternoon, letting him stew in his anger, letting him go to his debrief. In the meantime, you congratulated Carlos on his win, you knew it was a big deal for him because you remember Max’s first win and how happy he was. 

The two of you fly back to Monaco later that evening, getting home around 9. 

Max was still upset, you left him for the time being and made yourself busy unpacking and changing into something more comfortable. 

Max had gone for a shower, leaving you on the couch before reappearing 20 minutes later, sweatpants hanging off his hips. He sits beside you quietly, shifting to lay his head on your lap as you read your book. You move the book to one hand, the now free hand moving to run through his wet hair. 

“I want you.” He blurts. 

You glance down at him, shutting the book and setting it on the coffee table. “Okay.” 

Max sits up, his hand reaching for yours and he helps you up, pulling you to stand in front of him. “Off,” he nods towards the clothes you had on. 

The silk shorts sliding down your smooth legs, pooling by your ankles before you step out of them, you pull off the tank top and that leaves you in the same blue set you had on earlier. You reach behind to unhook your bra but Max stops you, “leave it on.” 

He pulls you by your waist back to him, his hand slipping down to rest on your ass before giving it a smack. You’re quiet, looking down at your boyfriend on the couch. 

Max didn’t look as upset as he did when you left the track but the look in his eyes was enough for you to know you were in trouble. 

You were in for a long night. 

He pulls you to lay on the couch, he’s sat between your legs with one on either side of him. You’ve propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him and Max drags his fingers up your thigh, moving to your clothed pussy. 

“I like this,” he tells you, fingers rubbing over the blue lace. 

You smile, “I know.” 

Max pulls the panties to the side, his eyes fixed on your pussy but his hand reaches up, pushing two fingers in your mouth. He didn’t have to tell you, your tongue laps over his fingers. 

“Taught you well,” he smiles, pulling his fingers away from your mouth. 

He gives you no warning, pushing his fingers into you. The sound leaving your mouth was like heaven on earth to him. 

Max’s fingers curl upwards, your back arching at the feeling. 

“Max, please.” your hand reaches down to wrap on his wrist but he swats your hand away, managing to pull both to rest on your stomach and his free hand over your hands, pinning them to your stomach. 

You try to wiggle your hands away from him, trying to grab on something. “Behave.” He tells you, adding another finger. 

Your face twists, pleasure all across it and our hands stop wiggling, Max smiles, satisfied. 

Max can feel it; he knows you’re close, you’re squeezing on his fingers, your thighs trying to close, trying to squirm away from the pleasure. 

So he stops. 

You sit up a bit, looking at your boyfriend confused. Your brows furrow, a slight pout on your lips, “Max,” you whine. “Why’d you stop?” 

He shrugs, “felt like it.” His fingers in his mouth, one by one, sucking them clean. 

Your eyes fixed on the man between your legs, looking at him in awe. Something about Max fascinated you; you could never put your finger on it but he was always an object of fascination, of desire. 

Max can feel your eyes on him, he reaches for the blue lace you’re wrapped up in and tugs it down your legs, letting it fall to the floor with the rest of your clothes. He shifts to lay on his stomach between your legs, leaving a trail of kisses as he works his way up to your cunt. 

Your eyes meet his, he knows you’re looking. He wants you to look at him. 

Your hips buck when you feel his tongue against your clit, your hand gripping on his hair. 

Max knew you like the back of his hand, gripping your thighs to keep them in place as his tongue lapped your clit. Your hips buck, your way of saying you want more, Max gives in. 

Two fingers pushing into you, Max glances up to see your head tossed back onto the pillows, eyes fluttering shut and your free hand groping your tit. 

Between his fingers and his tongue, your orgasm was teetering on the edge; he knew that much. 

Max pulls his hands away, the sticky fingers on your thighs. A whimper leaves your lips at the loss of fullness. 

Your chest heaving, your grip on his hair loosening now that you’re right on the edge, you’re almost there, Max’s tongue just has to -  what the fuck. 

“What- why’d you stop?” You ask for the second time that night. Max sits up, patting his lap. “C’mere.” 

You manage to pull yourself up, your legs feeling like jelly as you move yourself onto your boyfriend’s lap. Max’s hands resting on your lower back, fingers dancing up and down the curve of your spine. They run up once more before they stop on the clasp of your bra. 

Max unhooks it, letting the straps slide down your arms and land on your lap. He brings his hands around to your stomach, once again his fingers slide up your soft skin before resting on your tits. 

“Max,” you call, eyes fixed on him. He hums, his focus on your tits rather than anything you had to say. Gripping his chin between your fingers, Max finally looks at you. “Please,” you mumble, the desperation all over your face. 

Max laughs; this man laughs in your face. “Please what?” 

“What?” 

“What are you asking for?” 

You roll your eyes, he fully well knows what you’re asking for but he’s just being difficult. 

“C’mon, don’t be like that.” You tell him, you know this was just him punishing you for not being there earlier because if Max is anything, he’s petty. (Only when he feels like it but he has the potential, we all know this.) 

“Be like what?” He asks you, brows furrowed, faux confusion all over his face.  

You huff, arms folding across your chest. Max’s eyes wandering back to your tits, your arms pushed them up a bit. “Fuck you Max.” 

He gives you a light shove off his lap, letting you land on the couch. Max pushes and pulls you by the hips, propping you into your elbows and knees, face buried in the couch. You can hear him shuffling behind you, a hand smacking your ass pushing you back into the couch when you lift up a bit. 

Max gives you no warning, pushing into you. The sound coming from behind you was nothing if not filthy. 

He always jokes about getting a noise complaint but tonight, you might. 

Your cheek pressed to the cushion, Max listens to you ramble on about needing him, needing to cum. His fingers squeezing hard enough to leave behind marks. 

“Max please-” you cut yourself off with a moan, “fuck, mhm like that.” you call out to him, his hips digging into you with each thrust. 

At this point, Max feels a little bad. You’re all teary and overstimulated but he's having too much fun and you didn’t say stop. A hand reaching under you, fingers pressed to your clit. 

“Fuck!” You moan, Max glances over your shoulder to see the tears on your eyes. He knows it’s too much for you and he knows you’re close. 

Maybe he’ll let you off this time. 

“C’mon baby,” he hums, leaning down to kiss your back. “Cum for me.” 

Between his words, his cock and his fingers, he pushed you over the edge. His name falling from your lips, Max's thrusts sloppy and he follows right behind you. 

He gives you a minute before pulling out, and you feel him get off the couch but you aren't sure where he went. You’re much too tired and to be frank, fucked out, to even care at that point. 

The water is running and you can hear footsteps. Max comes back, crouching down by the couch. He rubs your back softly and you look over at him. 

“C’mon,” he says, his hand stretched out for you as he helped you sit up. 

Max wraps your robe around you before helping you stand, legs like jello as he slowly walks you towards the bathroom. 

The tub is full and there’s bubbles peeking over the ledge. 

You can’t help the giggle as you glance over at him, “you ran me a bath?” 

“it was the least I could do,” he smiles, kissing your temple as he walks you to the tub. 

He takes the robe from you, his hand in yours as you step into the tub, a satisfied hum when you sink into the warm water. Max’s crouched down by the tub now, his arm hanging in the tub as you look at him. Your hand comes up to cup his cheek. 

“I love you, you know that, right?” You tell him, “no matter what.” 

Max smiles, turning to press a kiss to your palm. “I love you.” 

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kinktober - day 10: thigh riding // p.o5

Pato O’Ward x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: pato picked out a stripper dress lmao, handy pato, thigh riding, teasing, public fingering, little bit of orgasm denial. 

Word Count: 1,584

Author’s Note: it’s exactly what you think it is.

kinktober 2022 masterlist 

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Anniversary dinner leads to fun in the backseat of his car because Pato can’t keep his hands to himself.

The little blue dress was too short for your liking but Pato had gone out of his way to pick it for you. It was your anniversary and he was coming off a race that didn’t go too well to be completely honest. 

You wanted to do something nice for him. 

Hence why you were sitting in some fancy restaurant in the middle of downtown LA, in a little blue dress that was more suited for a strip club rather than a nice dinner with your boyfriend. Pato smiled at you, looking over at you. 

“Te ves hermosa, mi amor.” He says, his hand resting on your thigh under the table. 

You smile at him, resting your hand on his. “Thank you,” you press a kiss to his cheek, the lipgloss leaving behind a little mark. 

Pato hums, his arm moving to rest over your shoulder as you two wait for dinner. Your thigh was cold from his lack of touch, you tugged the dress down a little to cover more of your thighs but the top started to slip down, causing you to pull it up again. 

He notices your shifting; “You okay?”

“Why did you pick this one? I only ever wear it to go clubbing.”

“I’ve never seen you wear this, let alone go clubbing.” He looks at you, brows pulled together. 

“I go clubbing,” you tell him, as if it was obvious. 

“When? We've never gone since we started dating and it’s been 3 years, baby.” 

“You’re always away!” You can’t help but roll your eyes, taking a sip of your drink. “I go with Elba.”

“You go clubbing.. with my sister?” 

“Yeah, she's fun.” You smile at him, setting the glass back down. 

Pato hums, still not completely believing you. His fingers graze across your arm, “so you're telling me, you go out all by yourself in this.. little thing?” he asks, his voice sweet like honey but his words sting you.

There’s a hidden meaning behind the words, behind the way he was touching you and looking at you. 

“Yeah; so what?” 

“I don’t like people seeing what's mine,” He hums, the other hand reaching to rest on your thigh. 

“Yours?” You scoff, rolling your eyes. “What exactly are they seeing, Pato?” 

Pato doesn’t answer, his hand slipping under the very short hem of your dress. Your hand wraps around his wrist, stopping him from moving his hand but you often forgot how strong your boyfriend was. 

Pato’s fingers barely grazed over your panties, or at least where he thought they’d be. 

He bites back a smile. “Forget something?” 

Your smile drops, looking at him with innocence written across your face. “What are you talking about?” 

Pato smiles, grins actually. 

Only you would wear such a short dress and forgo the panties. 

“Okay amor, never mind.” He gives your thigh a squeeze, letting his hand slip between your thighs, resting there, comfortably all through dinner.

The two of you chatted, catching up on what he’s been up to during the last few races; though he’s been home in between, you didn’t do much talking. It really was only a few days you two had together between races and Pato spent most of them between your legs, a little too preoccupied to have a chat so it was nice to just sit and talk for a bit. 

Every so often, you could feel his hand move up just an inch. 

Pato being the troublesome guy he is, loved to just suddenly press against your clit while you spoke to the waiter. 

More than once, he's asked if you were alright and you assured him you were, all while squeezing your boyfriend’s hand. 

He quickly gave up on that idea when he realized he wasn’t getting the reaction he wanted out of you. Instead, he opted to finger you under the table as if you two were teenagers again - you probably wouldn’t have gone on a second date with a guy if he did that to you when you were teenagers but something about Pato doing it was so much better.. and hotter. 

The restaurant was busy enough that no one was paying any attention to the young couple tucked away in the back corner and along with the dim lighting, no one had a clue what was happening. 

Your lip was probably bruised with how hard you’ve been biting it, trying not to moan your boyfriend’s name in the middle of the restaurant. 

Can't forget how skilled his fingers were but felt better every time. 

“What’s wrong? Ohh,” he tsks, “gonna cum?” 

You know you can’t answer, not without a lewd sound spilling past your lips so instead you nod. Pato curls his fingers and just as you let out the faintest of sounds; he stops. 

Pato pulls his fingers away, wiping them on the inside of your thigh. 

The look on your face was enough to tell him he was in for it when you got home. 

It took you a few minutes to gather your composure again, letting Pato pay the bill in the meantime. His fingers interlocked with yours as you walked out the restaurant doors. The night was quiet, the breeze blowing cold as you took a few quick steps to the car that was tucked away in the back of the parking lot before getting in the back seat. 

Pato’s brows pull together but follow you anyways. The door shuts and you shift the two of you around before he can protest. 

Straddling his lap, your dress bunched over your hips. Pato’s hands rest on your ass, squeezing it before giving it a smack. “Hi beautiful,” he looks up at you, perched all pretty on his lap. 

“Hi,” you hum, leaning down to kiss him. 

Maybe he wasn’t in the dog house after all. 

Biting on your lower lip softly, he groans when you pull away from him. “Come on, babe, that’s not fair.” He complains as you scoot back onto his thigh.

“What’s wrong baby? Can’t handle it?” You go to move off his lap but Pato holds you in place.

“No, no. I can take it, I promise.” He says, nodding as his eyes find yours in the dark car. The only light coming from the streetlight a few feet away from the car, his hands slid up to your hips.

You laugh, “so eager and you don’t even know what I’m giving you yet.”

Pato scrunches his nose, twisting his expression to show his slightly sour mood. “You’re on my lap, with no panties on corazón. It can only mean one thing.”

“Is that so?” Your lips along his neck, fingers making quick work to undo the buttons on his shirt.

You ignore his tugging, instead you start rocking yourself on his thigh. Back and forth very slowly. Your nails scratch down his chest, faint red marks being left behind. “You’re not gonna-“ 

“You seriously think I’m going to fuck you after you didn’t let me cum? Yeah, no.” You tell him.

Pato groans, his head tossed back and he lifts his leg slightly. The sudden change caused you to slide forward, clit rubbing against the denim fabric under you.

The sound that left your mouth was like heaven on earth to him.

Maybe this wasn’t so bad.

His eyes fixed on you, Pato’s hands gliding you back and forth, slowly moving you faster with each push and pull.

“So pretty,” he coos, pushing your hair back off your shoulders. “So good for me.”

How did the roles get reversed ? Why is he in charge ?

You didn’t care. You wanted to cum, that was your only focus.

You nod, pushing down on his thigh a little harder. “C’mon, let me hear all those pretty sounds, you don’t have to be quiet baby.”

“Pato, fuck-“ “Yeah?” He glances up at you, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Gonna cum for me angel?”

“Mhm hm.” Your hands on his shoulder, nails digging into the back of them. That was gonna leave a mark.

“Just like that, come on.” He coaxes you, feeling your hips stutter for a moment before you practically fall against him, the lewd words slipping from your lips.

Pato rubbed your back softly, giving you a moment to catch your breath. “All good?” He asks, waiting for you to sit up.

You finally do, your makeup slightly smudged from the humidity in the car, red marks all over his chest, lipstick on his face and yours and not to mention the wet spot on his thigh.

Glancing down, you pull your bottom lip between your teeth before looking back at him. Pato laughs, pulling you in for a kiss.

“Feel better?”

“Yeah,” you mumble against his lips.

“Good,” he pats your ass, scooting you off his lap. “We’re going home.”

You groan at his words, laying back on the seat. “Whyyyyy?” You whined. “What’s the rush?”

“I was gonna take you home and fuck you until you cry but if that’s not what you want-“

Pato doesn’t think he’s ever seen you climb over into the front seat so quickly, pulling your dress back into the respectable position before wiping away the smudge lipstick and makeup from your face.

You look back at him, a slight blush on your cheeks. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

Pato laughs, “that’s my girl.”

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