#lance smut

[melancholymegumi]

happy valentines day lovely!!! have anything to rant about ur favorite charcs on valentines dayy?? im curious to hear it HAHAHA

sorry for being I/a for a while LOL

but..

Lance and Rayne is so so sweet on valentines. Both of them made a lot of chocolate , also planned on a very very fancy dinner out for the night! They're vv sweet and refuse to let you do anything for valentines , not even letting you zip your dress up , as he wants to feel your body which ends in you getting fucked before the date :p

[uluvjay]

F1 Drivers reacting to you flashing them..

Based off this Tik tok!!, thank you @turcott3 for always helping with these

| Lando Norris | He goes right in for a grab, his sweet giggle is filling the air as he’s got your breasts cupped in his hands..takes you to the bedroom and shows you how much he appreciates his girls ;)

| Charles Leclerc | He’s confused at first honestly and even after he catches on he’s still confused. His tan cheeks are bright red and you end up having to explain it was just for fun!

| Lewis Hamilton | He’s not with it tbh, he’ll have a little laugh but you’re quickly being carried to the bedroom. He’s to mature for any jokes and if you’re showing him one of his favorite things he’s gonna make you feel good!

| Oscar Piastri | Poor boy panics, he’s not sure what’s going on but suddenly your breasts are out and despite seeing them many times he’s flustered. Pulls your shirt back down and asks if you’re okay.

| Lance Stroll | He’s confused at first but once he catches on he giggles before pulling you into him and quickly gets things started! Makes sure to pay extra attention to his girls

| Daniel Ricciardo | Laughs honestly, he finds it amusing. Pulls your shirt down and kisses you and tells you he really enjoyed that. It becomes a common thing in your house!

| Carlos Sainz | Smirks and doesn’t waste time, he’s diving in and what wasn’t supposed to be sexual quickly turns into his mouth wrapped around your breasts. He really really enjoyed it :)

| Logan Sargeant | Goes into a trance, sitting there mouth open, eyes wide, blush forming on his cheeks. You have to pull him out of his little world and he immediately gets embarrassed but makes sure you know he really liked that.

| Max Verstappen | This man is so confused, looks at you with question marks floating around his head. Asks what you did that for and makes you laugh but he’s still severely confused and slightly concerned.

[aceyalonso]

sera's kinktober masterlist 2024

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 : 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝

how? send an ask, pairing a driver with the available day! ↳ example: "hi! can I request [driver] + [day #___]?"

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬

✮ the posting schedule will be from october to november. i was unable to write as much as i wanted to for this because of familial matters i can’t discuss, i hope you guys understand! 🥲

✮ AHHH!! my first kinktober ever, so please don't be too harsh :,) ✮ please note that some of these works/chapters contain content and kinks that might not be your cup of tea, please do not click on something that you're not comfortable with ✮ i will only write a maximum of 4 fics for each driver (so that there won't be too many of each driver) ✮ this list will be a mix of full fics and drabbles. ✮ some of the days here already have drivers assigned, but rest assured majority of these are up for grabs!

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭!

what days are available? ↳ i will remove the days that have already been taken. ✮ day 3 - biting (requested by anon) ✮ day 9 - lap dance (requested by anon) ✮ day 11 - temperature play (requested by anon) ✮ day 12 - mutual masturbation (requested by anon) ✮ day 13 - deepthroating (requested by anon) ✮ day 15 - begging (requested by anon) ✮ day 17 - dacryphilia (requested by anon) ✮ day 19 - bondage (requested by anon) ✮ day 20 - ass worship (requested by @cleopatrick-123) ✮ day 21 - breeding (requested by anon) ✮ day 22 - orgasm denial (requested by anon) ✮ day 23 - overstimulation (requested by @nandolonso) ✮ day 24 - voyeurism (requested by anon) ✮ day 25 - nipple play (requested by @bad268) ✮ day 26 - wax play (requested by anon) ✮ day 28 - public sex (requested by @menagerofmischief) ✮ day 29 - hair pulling (requested by @nepobbylver)

day 1 (october 1st) - humiliation kink with sebastian vettel | "don't cover your mouth, let them hear it liebling."

synopsis - sebastian rewarding his ever so hard-working secretary

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 2 (october 3rd) - threesome with lando norris & oscar piastri | "look osc, she's taking it so well"

synopsis - what happens when lando catches y/n and oscar in a rather... compromising position?

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 3 (october 5th) - biting with oscar piastri | “jesus fuck, are you are a vampire or something?”

synopsis - biting has weirdly always been a part of y/n's love language, what happens when she bites oscar where he's a little bit more than just sensitive?

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 4 (october 7th) - overstimulation with lando norris | "be a good girl f'me, i know you can take another round"

synopsis - win celebrations look a little different for lando norris this time around

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 5 (october 9th) - jealous sex with oscar piastri | "i don't have to be inside you to make you feel good."

synopsis - oscar and his jealous tendencies can lead to some... eventful consequences

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 6 (october 11th) - daddy kink with jenson button | "spread your legs for daddy, i wanna see you"

synopsis - art and money have always been the two constants in y/n's life, what happens when those two constants result in a sugar daddy who happens to own an art gallery?

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 7 (october 13th) - hate fucking with lance stroll | "this is what you wanted, isn't it? to prove you're better than me?"

synopsis - the fashion industry has always been a dog-eat-dog world or a rival-fuck-rival world (for lance and y/n, at least)

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 8 (october 15th) - sensory deprivation with fernando alonso | "don’t argue mi princesa, just put the blindfold on.”

synopsis - fernando always loved the way silk looked on y/n he loved how it hugged her figure, he loved how it would make her look like a goddess, whether it was the dress he bought for her or her wearing nothing the silk blindfold

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 9 (october 17th) - lap dance with daniel ricciardo | “fuck, keep moving like that and i’ll bend you over the bar.”

synopsis - what happens when y/n does a simple dance routine that turns into something dirtier?

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 10 (october 19th) - mirror sex with george russell | "look at yourself, so gorgeous."

synopsis - ever since y/n and george started spending some weekends on the boat, she has always wondered why he needed to have a mirror on the wall and on the ceiling of the bedroom

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 11 (october 21st) - temperature play with kimi raikkonen | “didn’t i tell you to stay still?”

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

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 12 (october 23rd) - mutual masturbation with charles leclerc | "show me how you like it, i want to see you squirm."

synopsis - who knew that watching 50 shades of grey with your best friend could end so well?

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 13 (october 25th) - deepthroat with max verstappen | “you look so pathetic like this.”

synopsis - max can't seem to escape the norris' after that terrible race in Austria. The only difference? Y/n was actually worth Max's time (and stamina)

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 14 (october 27th) - tattoos with lewis hamilton | "i didn't know you got a spine tattoo."

synopsis - a little rain never hurt anyone... not until lewis almost breaks y/n's back (in a good way)

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 15 (october 29th) - begging with charles leclerc | "you look so adorable like this, begging for me."

synopsis - a bad day at work and a good fiance would and will always end well

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 16 (october 31st) - lingerie with carlos sainz | "turn around, for me hermosa? i want to see the back again."

synopsis - spending 23 grand on a shopping spree? that's something only y/n can do, but of course the money spent will always be worth it, especially when she gets something that can benefit her and carlos

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 17 (november 2nd) - dacryphilia with ollie bearman | “you’re so pretty with tears in your eyes.”

synopsis

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 18 (november 4th) - spanking with charles leclerc | "feel that? that's for flirting with fucking team mate."

synopsis

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 19 (november 6th) - bondage with lewis hamilton | "look at you, all helpless and desperate."

synopsis

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 20 (november 8th) - ass worship with logan sargeant | “babe, just sit on my face oh my god.”

synopsis

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 21 (november 10th) - breeding with logan sargeant | "i'm going to fill you up so well baby"

synopsis

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 22 (november 12th) - orgasm denial with sebastian vettel | “you won’t be cumming, not unless i tell you to.”

synopsis

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 23 (november 14th) - edging with fernando alonso | "you can't handle this, can you?"

synopsis

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 24 (november 16th) - voyeurism with oscar piastri | “don’t let my presence stop you, keep going.”

synopsis

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 25 (november 18th) - nipple play with ollie bearman | “what’s that poking through your shirt?”

synopsis

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 26 (november 20th) - wax play with charles leclerc | "close your eyes and let me take control, mon cheri. i'll decide where the wax goes."

synopsis

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 27 (november 22nd) - size difference with ollie bearman | "i want you to feel every vein and every inch of my cock."

synopsis

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 28 (november 24th) - public sex with oscar piastri | “are you crazy? what if we get caught?”

synopsis

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 29 (november 26th) - hair pulling with carlos sainz | "you like that don't you?"

synopsis

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 30 (november 28th) - food play with lewis hamilton | "you taste so fucking sweet baby."

synopsis

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 31 (november 30th) - oral fixation with daniel ricciardo | "suck on it, show me how much you want it."

synopsis

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

[bunny-jpeg]

kink-o-ween '24 - master-list

welcome to kink-o-ween 2024! this is the master-list for every fic that is being posted for this little event. it is on par with kinktober, but with my own bunny spin on it! this will be updated daily until the end of the month and will contain every kink-o-ween fic that it being posted!

please read the tags on the post before reading!

alexander albon - virginity

max verstappen & charles leclerc - threesome

lance stroll - toys

daniel riccicardo - cockwarming

logan sargeant - shower sex

charles leclerc - pet play

lando norris - lingerie

sergio perez - hate sex

fernando alonso - semi-public sex

oscar piastri - breeding kink

toto wolff - daddy kink

max verstappen - rivals

lewis hamilton - free use

lando norris - collars/leashes

logan sargeant - praise kink

max verstappen - dom/sub dynamics

alexander albon - wet dreams

carlos sainz jr. - roleplay

lando norris - size kink

lance stroll - brat

toto wolff - degradation kink

george russell - mirror sex

max verstappen - filming/recording

carlos sainz jr - slutty behavior

lando norris - mafia au

oscar piastri - temperature play

toto wolff - power dynamics

fernando alonso - alternate universe (ceo au)

daniel ricciardo - uniform kink

lewis hamilton - non penetrative sex

toto wolff - monsters au

thank you to the love and support of my fandom friends & fans of the blog. i hope that you love what i create and you have a happy halloween <3

[maxillness]

⎯⎯ ୨ Character Masterlist ୧ ⎯⎯

ˏˋ Toto Wolff ˊˎ

ˏˋ Susie Wolff/Stoddart ˊˎ

ˏˋ Christian Horner ˊˎ

ˏˋ Lorenzo Leclerc ˊˎ

ˏˋ Logan Sargeant ˊˎ

ˏˋ Mark Webber ˊˎ

ˏˋ Daniel Ricciardo ˊˎ

ˏˋ Lando Norris ˊˎ (I don’t write about for him anymore)

ˏˋ Sebastian Vettel ˊˎ

ˏˋ Nico Rosberg ˊˎ

ˏˋ Kimi Räikkönen ˊˎ

ˏˋ Michael Schumacher ˊˎ

ˏˋ Pierre Gasly ˊˎ

ˏˋ Sergio Perez ˊˎ

ˏˋ Fernando Alonso ˊˎ

ˏˋ Charles Leclerc ˊˎ

ˏˋ Lance Stroll ˊˎ

ˏˋ Kevin Magnussen ˊˎ

ˏˋ James Hunt ˊˎ

ˏˋ Jenson Button ˊˎ

ˏˋ Nico Hülkenbergˊˎ

ˏˋ Max Verstappen ˊˎ

ˏˋ Lewis Hamilton ˊˎ

ˏˋ Mick Schumacher ˊˎ

ˏˋ Carlos Sainz ˊˎ

ˏˋ Oscar Piastri ˊˎ

ˏˋ Senna (2024) ˊˎ

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[httpsserene]

Me agian lmak

Can I pretty please get the one from the kink list (breeding kink)

With max, pierre,lance, alex and mick

Love you 🫶🫶🫶

🧽🪣 would you like a complimentary car wash? — send me any five (5) drivers and one (1) kink from this list, and i will rank the drivers in order of who i think is most to least likely to participate/avoid, or love/hate that kink !!! each driver will have a small blurb written xxx

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. i tried my best with this one, i feel like it kind of does not eat :( happy 3k bianca xxx

⌕ 3k v-day celly nav | all 3k requests | main nav | table of contents ↻

𝐦𝐭𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 fem!bipoc!reader x mv. 1 | pg. 10 | ls. 18 | aa. 23 | ms.47 cw under the cut.

refrences to marriage, pregnancy, starting a family, baby trapping, gold digging, and more. mick has a bit of a menty b about the seriousness of pregnancy. less smutty and more focused on internal monolgue.

𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭

Pierre’s breeding kink is severe. It wasn’t as prominent with his past girlfriends—but with you, it’s like he can’t erase the thought of getting you pregnant out of his head whenever you have sex. Sometimes, he catches himself agonizing over the fact that he didn’t finish inside you, because he thinks he’s wasted an opportunity to knock you up. He hasn’t discussed this with you, though—mostly because he’s afraid that you’ll think he’s more of a weirdo than you already know he is. You’re the one who goads him into fucking you harder by begging him to fill you up, so is it his fault? It’s a miracle that you haven’t ended up pregnant from the amount of unprotected sex you two are participating in and he knows it’s disgusting to even briefly think about wanting your contraception to fail. He thinks it’s that extreme because he’s always wanted a gaggle of children, a bunch of mini-you’s and mini-him’s running around. He’s not insane enough to have you carry five of his children if you don’t want to—surrogacy and adoption are always options, too.

Max does not have a breeding kink. If he looks at you interacting with his nephews and thinks that you’re going to be the best mother to his children, that’s not proof of his so-called “breeding kink.” If he thinks he’d be thrilled to have you hand him a positive pregnancy test right now, that’s not proof of his so-called “breeding kink.” If he cradles your stomach delicately as he slowly grinds into you from behind, mumbling into your shoulder about how he can’t wait to put a baby in you, that might be a breeding kink. And, if he pretends that he’s cumming inside of you even though he’s using protection, that might be a breeding kink. Max isn’t ready to be a dad but, he knows you’d look like even more of a goddess if you were pregnant. He has dreams of you waddling around the apartment with a rounded belly, always startling awake from them drenched in sweat and rock hard. 

Alex wants to start a family with you, but he just doesn’t have a fetish about impregnating you. He thinks the term “breeding kink” is a little bizarre, sounding too animalistic for his taste. If you’re the one with the kink for being bred, Alex would try his best to satisfy that urge for you, but he’s going to sound a little awkward while doing it—there’s no way he’s going to make the phrase “I’m going to knock you up” sound attractive. His tone always comes across as unsure, the two of you pausing mid-fuck to stare at each other in silence before collapsing into hysterical laughter at just how corny that was. He thinks it’s better to continue his usual dialogue of compliments and praise, instead of trying and failing to see the allure of an impregnation kink.

If there were a kink for being sexually unattracted to impregnating you, Lance would have it. It probably stems from pregnancy scares with his exes, where the elation of possibly becoming a parent was tainted by what was an attempt to baby-trap him. It doesn’t matter what precautions the two of you take during sex, Lance wouldn’t even insinuate that he’s going to breed you—he’s traumatized, and that would ruin the pleasure of sex with you. It’s not that he thinks you’re like the women in his past who were gold diggers–he knows that you’re dating him because you love him and you aren’t chasing after his wealth. But please, save the breeding kink until after the two of you have been married for a few years.

Mick is too respectful to have a breeding kink. He thinks it’s demeaning of him to be sexually aroused by impregnating you. Matter of fact, he thinks any variation of “I want to get you pregnant” said by anyone should be considered a threat if they're not serious about it. He doesn’t understand the psychology of it—are those who have the kink aware of the commitment that is having a child, let alone the risks and difficulties of pregnancy? If people did, he thinks a lot less of them would have a breeding kink—not that he’s mansplaining, he’s just trying to be a gentleman. Do you know what Mick finds attractive? He finds being able to have an uninterrupted night of sleep with his beautiful girlfriend attractive—being well-rested and childfree, turns him on. He’s young, you’re young—these years should be spent cherishing each other before he’s mentally prepared to start taking the breeding roleplay seriously.

𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭

© httpsserene — do not reupload. photos in header from pinterest. mdni divider by @cafekitsune.

[eternally-racing]

kiss it better | lance stroll

pairing: lance stroll x reader 

genre: fluff, smut  (minors DNI)

warning: oral sex (m! receiving)

wc: 1.3k 

summary: When you’re taking care of Lance after his biking injuries there’s a special place where he really wants you to kiss it better. 

author’s note: yes, this is 100% inspired from me watching DTS and Lance’s scene with Lando LOL

- - - 

The last 2 weeks had been an insane rollercoaster for you and Lance. What had started off as a fun experience biking with friends in Spain had turned into a nightmare as you and Lance spent the rest of your trip in the hospital.

You had been Lance’s angel throughout all of the recovery from his wrist injuries. Never before had either of you really thought about how much you do with your hands and feet, until you realized that it meant that Lance couldn't really do anything until the doctors had determined that he was recovered enough. “It would take more than a lifetime for me to repay you for this, baby” Lance always says as you help him out around the house. You truly didn’t mind it - doing the laundry, the grocery shopping, the cooking, the cleaning. “We do it for the people we love” you would always say. It’s because you knew that if the tables were turned that Lance would do the exact same for you, taking care of you 24/7 until you felt better. 

Your generosity is what makes Lance feel especially guilty. In the last 2 weeks he had been nothing more than a couch potato while you seemed to balance ten thousand responsibilities. You were already doing so much for him, how could you possibly ask for more? But you were walking around the house in the tiniest little shorts and a bralette that really felt like it barely counted as actually covering your chest. Lance definitely wasn’t complaining but looking at you was weakening his resolve with every passing day. Today you had taken to putting away the laundry, and with every time you bent over he could feel his boxers start to tighten. It was getting unbearable really, and the horniness in Lance’s brain was making it short circuit. 

“Y/N baby, can I get your help with something?” 

It feels like you’re there at his bedside before he can even blink. Your doe eyes are looking at him in a way that makes him want to give you the whole universe and it’s enough to make Lance want to bail on his request.

“No, actually I changed my mind I don't need - “ 

“Baby, please - I’m here to help you. What do you need?” You perch yourself on the edge of his bed, busying yourself but organizing some things on the nightstand. Lance’s cheeks are bright red but now he can barely look you in the eye. 

“It’s just been a really long time since I… yknow.” Lance glances down only slightly but it’s enough to give you an idea of what’s going on. 

“Oh?” 

“Oh.” 

“Well, I think there’s something that I could do about that.” you smirk slightly. 

Your hand slowly creeps towards where you know his cock lies under the bedsheets, and you gasp when you feel how hard it already is in your hands. You lean further down, laying your head so close, but still so far from where Lance wants you to be.

“No teasing baby” he mutters as he has to resist running a hand through your hair himself. The casts covering both his hands serve as a stark reminder of why he can’t do so even though he so badly wants to. You’re placing soft little kisses over top of the blanket, leaving the layers between you two as you creep closer towards his hardened length.

“I’m surprised I didn’t think of this before honestly. Like what were you going to do - suck your dick yourself?” 

You have your hands laid across Lance’s thighs and you feel them clench at the statement, which makes your jaw drop in response.  

“Oh my god, you’ve totally tried to suck your own dick before. This is the funniest thing I’ve ever heard of. If I wasn’t so horny right now I would make you tell me the story right now, but I definitely want to hear all about this later.” you laugh while still continuing your ministrations. 

Your monologue gets a little long and Lance throws his head back and whines. When you pull back the covers and his boxers, Lance’s cock is the hardest you’ve ever seen it - the precum that sneaks out of the head only adds to your arousal as you lick your lips in anticipation . When you run your fingers over it gently it’s enough to make the Canadian boy shudder. You take your time as you kiss up and down the inside of his thighs, running your tongue over everywhere except where he needs you most.

“Please Y/N - I’ll beg, I’ll do anything. I’m just a guy who hasn’t cum in over 2 weeks and has the most beautiful girl in the world on his knees in front of him - I might just cum the minute you touch me.” 

It’s music to your ears when you hear Lance moan as you lower your mouth onto his cock. You know his body so well that you know exactly what to do to have him seeing stars. His cock is hitting the back of your throat already and Lance can’t help the way his hips buck his cock further into you. Your hands come around to cover up the part of his length that you can’t fit in your mouth, working in tandem to make sure that you’re covering every single inch. 

“You’re taking me so well princess, feels so fucking good.” Lance is filled with nothing but praise for you as your head bobs up and down on his length. 

You’re gasping for air as you finally lift your head off Lance’s dick. You take it in your hands and slap your cheek a couple of times, enjoying the feeling of it against your skin. It’s when you reach to cup his balls in your hand that Lance truly feels like he’s in heaven, and he says exactly that. Even in your hands they feel full, so full of cum, and you can’t help but let out a moan yourself at the feeling. You give them each the attention they deserve before Lance begs for you to go back to his cock. 

You can feel Lance’s hips start to stutter underneath you as he starts to lose control. 

“Oh god Y/N I’m gonna cum, fucking hell.” Lance tries to lift your mouth off of him, telling you that he’ll cum wherever you’d like. There was no surprise that Lance was a tits man through and through and loved seeing thick ropes of his cum over your breasts. Sometimes you’d want it on your face, sticking your tongue out the catch as much cum as you can. But today you kept your head down, ignoring Lance’s warnings as you kept your nose buried firmly towards his pubic bone. 

“Princess I’m really gonna - fuck, fuck, fuck” Lance keeps chanting your name as he cums. 

There’s so much cum that you can’t keep it all in your mouth. It drips out of the corner of your mouth and down your chin which looks absolutely sinful. Lance wishes he could take a real photo but instead resolves to committing it to memory himself. As if that wasn’t enough, Lance moans watches you swallow, proudly showing off your clean tongue to him after the fact. 

“Have I ever told you that you’re the most amazing girl in the entire world?” Lance says as he pulls you into a kiss.

“Maybe a couple times, but I could hear it again.” Even though Lance is always a charmer, his words still make you blush every time. 

“How about I show you instead?” Lance gets you to lay on your back, switch your positions as he starts to nestle his face in between your thighs. 

“Wait baby, I don’t want to hurt you - you’re still recovering.” The worry is evident in your voice as you stop him from diving in further. 

“My wrists may be broken but my tongue works just fine, princess.” Lance says as he uses his teeth to pull down your panties. 

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author’s note: that scene in dts was so iconic that i just had to capture it in a fic! hope u all enjoyed it :) Until next time! - Em 🩷

[miharuki]

hello again angels

𝕽𝖆𝖞𝖓𝖊 𝕬𝖒𝖊𝖘

(x reader)

Let's imagine something?

You were trying on fake rabbit ears to see how they looked on you, just to see how they would look on you. But then Rayne appeared in the room after long hours of work.

He enters the room only to observe you with rabbit ears, and to make it worse, or better, you were only wearing a dress shirt. You had just taken a shower and wanted to try on the strip.

"Rayne?" The boy just stares at you silently, with his neutral face.

"You okay?" Your words are cut off as you're thrown onto the bed. Let's just say that night you were a great bunny for Rayne. The hours of work helped Rayne a lot to vent his frustration on you, his pretty bunny who obeys him so well, who accepts him so well, so well that the next day you felt soreness; your legs were aching. You promised yourself not to wear the rabbit ears again, putting them away in the drawer.

But it doesn't stay tucked away for long, does it? Who are you to deny a request from Rayne? He only wants to see his precious obedient bunny, after all.

[thekoalapastriesbakery]

SHAMELESS

sub!bottom!lance stroll x transmasc!dom!top!reader

request: subby bottom lance with trans top reader??? – 🥄

summary: your first time with lance.

warnings: mild implications of lance having bad sexual experiences in the past, male anatomical terms used for reader but reader is explicitly trans, use of a strap-on referred to as reader's cock, reader has bottom growth from hrt, very mild cum eating, oral sex (reader receiving), graphic sexual content, fairly vanilla though i think?

word count: 4,035

CONTENT BELOW THE CUT IS NSFW. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR MEDIA CONSUMPTION. THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING.

lance knew you were trans long before you got together. of course he did. if for no other reason than your own safety, you had to tell him in advance. not to mention the extra buffer between when you started dating and now, the first time you would sleep together. still, lance had momentarily forgotten that little detail because … well, you'd caught him at a time where his brain was entirely focused on sending all of his blood south. it took him approximately .2 seconds to reconsider how you could rail him.

from that split second, he just mumbled an okay and pulled you back in to kiss you. he was too desperate to care about technicalities. lance relished in the way you backed him against a wall, tilting your head to kiss his neck. the whines that escaped him were downright sinful. you could hardly wait to get into the thick of it and see what other sounds you could draw out of his pretty lips.

"just fuck–fuck me," lance panted, tugging you by the hair to get you to stop marking his neck. "please."

you raised an eyebrow in amusement.

god, he was easy. you would have fun with him.

"with what, lancey?" you teased.

lance whined loudly at your words, his addled brain only just realising there was an extra step for you. his hands scrambled to find your shoulders. he couldn't exactly be blamed for his lack of balance. "fuck, something—anything—just … please."

"'please'," you repeated, mimicking the slightly pathetic tone to his voice. it took so very little to get him to beg. you loved it. "come on, you can do a bit better than that, can't you? it's not an unreasonable question, love. what do you want me to fuck you with?"

"th–there's a box …"

your ears perked up at his words. your sweet, bubbly boyfriend had a box of toys he used to get himself off? "where."

it wasn't a question so much as a command for lance to show you where he kept his secret stash. lance's knees nearly buckled at your tone. on shaky legs, he retrieved the box from where it had been hidden at the very back of his sock drawer and handed it to you. what a collection it was—toys of all varieties, several different sizes, and some in very interesting shapes.

after scanning the box briefly, you held it out to lance again with a sly smirk. "go on then, lancey. pick one."

his cheeks flushed pink. shyly, he picked out a good-sized dildo. it wasn't his biggest by far, but you guessed those would take a lot more prep than he had the patience for at the moment. you grabbed the lube out of the box as well, then set it aside. there was no need to make your first time with lance overcomplicated. you had full confidence the two of you would find a way to have a good time without toys at all, but where was the fun in that?

you guided lance over to his bed. not once did your eyes stray as he slowly stripped. for a usually exhuberant guy, he was certainly shyer than you expected him to be. once he was fully naked in front of you, lance looked at you cautiously, and you realised he was waiting for your reaction.

"god, baby, you look …" you breathed, eyes roaming up and down his figure appreciatively.

lance bit his lip and crossed his arms in a half-hearted attempt to cover himself. "i look …?"

"you look amazing," you assured him. without another second's hesitation, you kissed him as he was gradually pushed down onto his back. you trailed kisses down to his tummy before looking up at him with a grin. "my pretty boy."

the little squeak your boyfriend let out before he covered his face was adorable.

you left a few hickeys on his abdomen, but you didn't linger long. if you were being truly honest, you were just as excited to see lance all fucked out as he was to be it. spreading his legs was easy. the way he didn't even slightly hesitate to let you manoeuvre him into whatever position you wished made your heart pound—some day, you'd have to test the limits of that, but today was no day to push his comfort zone.

the lube bottle in one hand, you patted lance's thigh once get his attention. "you tell me to stop or slow down whenever, okay?"

"okay." lance nodded. he wanted to ignore how his heart fluttered at the concerned lilt to your voice, but he couldn't. it wasn't like you'd even done anything special yet—giving him an easy out wasn't even the bare minimum, and yet so many of the men he'd hooked up with in the past had failed to even reach that. "please just start already."

"alright, alright."

you drizzled the lube onto just one of your fingers at first. probably more than you needed, but there was far more harm in skimping than in going overboard. lance hissed quietly at the cold sensation against his skin. you gave him a second to get used to it before he nodded you on. one finger, then two, then three stretching his hole until you deemed him ready to take the dildo.

now it was your turn to strip. down to beneath your boxers, you got everything set in place before letting the silicone tip prod at lance's hole. the wait was beyond worth it, though, when you saw the way he threw his head back and rutted his hips forward. it was crystal clear how desperate lance was to have you wreck him. who were you to deny him when he'd been so good for you?

you let his greedy hole swallow your cock inch-by-inch, until you couldn't physically push it any farther into him. lance locked his ankles behind your back so tightly you could hardly thrust at all. regardless, you let him lead your pace, simply rolling your hips forward. his eyelids fluttered softly. you barely caught the way his breath hitched when the tip of the dildo grazed his prostate.

"you gonna let me move?" you murmured, amusement bleeding into both your voice and your expression.

lance whimpered slightly. he reluctantly loosened his vice grip on you, allowing you to begin thrusting shallowly. soon enough, you felt the sweet sting of his nails scraping down your back. you didn't let it distract you too much—you were far more interested in the other reactions lance was giving you.

a soft hum left your lips. "my beautiful boy. wish you could see yourself, lancey, look so pretty like this."

you knew he could be noisy, but nothing could have prepared you for the drawn-out moan that answered you.

lance felt like you were splitting him in two. sure, he had longer and thicker dildos, but he had drastically underestimated how intense it would feel to have you use them on him. he could hardly imagine what it would feel like to have you fuck him with his largest toys—he'd never leave his bed again, he was sure. his hands switched between clawing at your back and clutching the sheets.

"god, y-you can't just say that …" he whimpered, desperately attempting to maintain a sliver of his dignity. it was slipping away from faster than he could comprehend as you delivered the first proper thrust. lance's voice broke. hell, he was half-certain his mind broke just the same.

the wave of ecstasy that followed one short movement shouldn't have been possible. nobody had ever made him feel so good so easily, but for you it seemed almost like second nature.

you tilted your head slightly at his words. one hand held your boyfriend's hips steady, ensuring you were the one to do all the work, and the other hooked under his knee. the subtle incline you pushed it into changed the angle of how your cock dragged inside lance. his breath hitched.

"why not?" you inquired softly. there was something deceptive in it, as though your words were sweet and innocent, a current of taunting lay just below the surface. "you do look pretty like this—all worked up and i've barely started."

lance's head snapped up, his voice cracking as he spoke. "barely started?! this is so … 's so much already …"

a chuckle preceded the lewd sound of you thrusting in again slowly.

"oh, darling … there's so much more i have to show you," you murmured, hiking your boyfriend's leg to hang off your shoulder. you pressed a light kiss to his knee.

you knew better than to try too much too fast. lance was delicate. you could explore all the ways you could wreck him later; now was the time to move slowly and enjoy the scenic route.

angling carefully to hit his prostate with your dick, you settled into a rhythm of long, deep thrusts. you savoured the utterly ethereal expression your boyfriend's face. the way his eyes crossed ever so slightly, the way his lips parted, the way his normally fluffy hair stuck to his forehead with sweat—it was all so enchanting.

you knew you were teasing him.

the very nature of your movements lent themselves to a torturously gradual build of the ecstasy you were sure lance was craving. yet, he hadn't once complained about what you were giving him. he was a good boy, after all. that didn't mean you couldn't tell when he was finally–finally–approaching his climax.

"close?"

lance let out a high-pitched hum in confirmation, his eyelids drifting closed as he allowed himself to sink into the feelings. "mhm. 's good."

"yeah?" you smiled slight. maintaining your rhythm, you asked, "what do you need from me, love?"

the question seemed to take him by surprise. you couldn't imagine why—you wanted to make him feel good, so asking him how you could do that seemed like a logical step.

"mh, harder, please?" lance requested, almost shyly.

he let out a startled moan as your hips immediately snapped against his. "ngh, fuck—"

"just like that?" you smirked. your pace didn't falter for a moment, the intensity of each thrust only increasing.

lance whimpered and nodded. his back arched off the mattress, his head swimming with pleasure. "f-fuck, yes, keep–keep going …"

"use your manners, love," you teased, pulling out until just the tip of your cock rested inside your boyfriend. "been such a good boy so far, i thought you'd at least say please."

"please!" he whined. his hips jerked forward in a desperate attempt to regain the feeling he'd been chasing. "please, please, please … keep going, 'm so close …"

you smirked. you'd have to do this again just to see how quickly you could get him to beg like that. "there we go. that wasn't so hard, was it?"

without another moment's pause, you began to fuck lance at a regular pace—making sure each thrust hit his prostate. you weren't getting much physical stimulation yourself, but god, the mental stimulation from watching your affect on your boyfriend … it was almost as good. the tiniest part of your mind attempted to distract you from the euphoria by whispering how it would feel if you were a cis man. you didn't let it take over.

lance let out increasingly loud moans and whimpers the closer he got. at some point in the night, you had shifted to be kneeling on the bed with lance's head on the pillows. the different position allowed him perfect access to claw at your back whenever you leaned forward. if he'd been in his right mind, he would've been concerned about actually managing to scar you from how deep his scratches were. but lance was not in his right mind.

the sensation building was so intense that he felt it starting deep in his gut and spreading to the rest of his body. it took barely a handful more thrusts before he cried out in ecstasy.

"ah! o-oh my god, 's so … so goo–ooo–ood."

in any other scenario, lance might've been embarrassed by the way his voice cracked. the cloud of pleasure that had encased him dispelled any of that. he could barely think straight at all. when he could form a semi-coherent thought, all it would be about was how good you were making him feel. how could he possibly be thinking of anything else?

your thrusts slowed and shallowed gradually. easing lance through his orgasm, you could barely take your eyes off the spurts of cum that landed on his belly.

without even thinking, you swiped your thumb over the pool of white before bringing it up to your lips. you weren't really sure what you were expecting. whatever it was, the taste on your tongue far exceeded it. your eyes widened. the smirk on your face didn't exactly conceal your thoughts.

you hummed appreciatively before leaning down to kiss lance. the way he whimpered told you instantly that he could taste himself on your tongue.

"that …" you murmured. "… was hot."

lance nodded dazedly, only vaguely aware of the fact that you had yet to pull out. he wasn't upset about it in the slightest—just aware of it. "ngh, mhm."

his mind was a little fuzzy. the pleasure was still fizzling out in waves, a pulsing ache in his core that made him want more and more and more. lance thought he'd felt that ache before but, god, never this intensely. nothing had ever been as intense as it was with you.

you had just barely pulled out when lance immediately started reaching for you and pouting. he looked particularly insistent, but you couldn't for the life of you figure out why.

"c'mere," lance mumbled. he struggled to scoot forward to the edge of the bed before slipping onto his knees in front of you. "wanna make you feel good too."

your brain short-circuited momentarily at the sight of lance on his knees for you. with a sharp intake of breath, you threaded one hand into his hair gently. "you … yeah? you wanna?"

lance nodded and whined again. he tugged at the side of your harness, blinking up at you pleadingly.

"use your words, lance."

the words were largely instinct (what else were you supposed to say when a sub was whining at you?) but lance simply repeated the noise and huffed.

"wanna suck you off," he explained shyly.

your heart sped up by what felt like fifty beats a minute. you weren't sure what was more appealing—the idea of lance's pretty mouth on you, or the fact that he'd used an affirming phrase for head without you even needing to ask him. he was better about your transness than you'd even hoped for. regardless, you composed yourself as quickly as you could, looking down at lance with your head slightly tilted. "i thought i told you to use your manners."

"please?" lance added with a pout. "pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease?"

he continued to beg, nuzzling his head against your thigh in an attempt to win you over.

as if you'd ever refuse.

it took you longer than it usually would've to remove the harness that had allowed you to fuck lance the way you had just moments before. in your defence, it was a lot harder to be coordinated when you were rushing to get head from your boyfriend for the first time. but you got there.

when you did, lance's jaw dropped open. if you looked close enough, you could've sworn he was even drooling.

"don't catch flies, lancey," you teased. the slightly nervous tone to your voice was impossible to hide. "what're you staring for, huh?"

lance gulped, blinked, and shook his head. he looked up at you sheepishly. "it's just, um, you-you're bigger than i expected."

if that wasn't both the biggest ego boost and the most euphoric sentence you'd ever heard, you didn't know what was.

lance very clearly didn't want to waste any time. he leaned forward slightly and licked your tip, a little whine escaping him at the way your breath hitched. you tugged his hair gently and his lips parted fully. without another moment, he took your dick into his mouth and hummed happily.

your eyes fluttered shut. the warm wetness of lance's mouth enveloping your dick was borderline heavenly. his little hum certainly hadn't decreased the sensation by any means—and if you'd thought that was good, you weren't prepared for when he started actually sucking you off.

his tongue traced the underside and tip of your dick expertly. even though your dick was undoubtedly smaller than most cis guys, lance didn't let that stop him from giving you the best he had. he bobbed his head enthusiastically, licking and sucking all the while. he didn't have a full understanding of the difference between your anatomy and his own since you'd been on testosterone. but a dick was a dick, and a blowjob was a blowjob, so he figured it couldn't have been all that different.

you, on the other hand, knew the differences and you knew how much it meant to you that lance seemed to be treating you the same as he would any other guy. it wasn't like this was your first time getting head. you weren't exactly inexperienced.

… and yet it seemed the increased intensity of being with your boyfriend affected you as much as it had him.

"shit, that-that's good." you panted, making eye contact with lance as he dragged his tongue along your shaft obscenely. "good boy."

lance moaned loudly. his reaction to the simple praise caught your attention, but he didn't give you much an opportunity to dwell on it. he immediately began to suck you off with even more enthusiasm. you weren't exactly sure how that was possible, but lance had surprised you enough that evening that you didn't really question it.

"like it when i call you a good boy, huh?"

your voice came out breathily. it sounded like more of a chuckle than actual words, but it got your point across.

your boyfriend whined and nodded. he knew he liked making you happy. he had still severely underestimated how much he'd enjoy giving you head. it was oddly brain-muddling for him, having your dick in his mouth and your hand in his hair. lance loved it. he loved how close he felt to you, and he loved not only seeing but hearing that he was making you feel good.

it was barely a few more sucks before he had your knees buckling. if not for lance's hands on your thighs and your grip on his hair, you surely would've lost your balance. "f-fuck …"

lance hummed, giving your dick a few more languid sucks to help you ride out your climax. your hips bucked towards his mouth gently. you took a few deep breaths before you tugged lance up to kiss him again. his legs were still incredibly shaky from how thoroughly you had fucked him earlier, so you had to let him lean on you almost fully.

"god, lancey, that was …" you trailed off, tilting your head to leave a quick hickey below your boyfriend's jaw. "that was incredible. so fucking good at that."

he beamed in response, squirming happily when your hands found his waist. lance wound his arms around your neck and kissed your cheek with a dramatic 'mwah!' sound.

you hummed in amusement at how affectionate he was acting. it never failed to both warm and break your heart how differently your boyfriend behaved when he was out of sight of the media. how much sweeter and more vulnerable he became when he could trust that he wouldn't be attacked for it. nevertheless, you had long since resolved to just enjoy his giggly self when you could.

leaning in for one more kiss, you squeezed his waist gently and pulled away. "'kay, i'm gonna go to the bathroom and then i'll clean you up, yeah?"

"but i wanna cuddle." lance pouted. he clung to you a little tighter when you tried to separate. "don't want you to go."

"i'm coming back, silly. then we can cuddle all you like," you promised, laughing slightly as you pried him off you.

lance's nose scrunched up. he flopped back on the bed rather dramatically, peeking at you through his fingers as you walked out of the room. he huffed and whined and groaned loudly and pointedly from the second you were out of sight. if there was anything your lovely boyfriend didn't like, it was being left alone after sex. his noises of discontentment only increased in volume when you took longer than he expected.

finally, you returned with a collection of items that his hazy brain couldn't quite recognise.

one being a damp cloth that you could use to help clean the residual cum and lube that stuck to his skin, another being a glass of water, and the remainder being a couple snacks for the two of you.

handing lance the glass of water, you got to work with the damp cloth. "drink up."

"if i drink it do i get a kiss?" he bargained playfully.

you chuckled quietly and pressed a kiss to lance's now-clean tummy. "sure, love. if you drink it all, i'll give you a kiss."

your boyfriend squirmed happily. he sat up, sipping the water and watching you put on a pair of boxers before you left to put the cloth in the wash. when you got back, lance held up the empty glass victoriously before pouting his lips dramatically.

"a deal's a deal, i suppose." you sighed, faking disappointment—though the grin on your face clearly showed your boyfriend that you weren't serious. kissing lance was your favourite thing in the world. "kisses for the good boy, yeah?"

"kisses for the good boy," lance agreed.

you knelt on the bed and playfully tackled lance until he was lying flat on the bed and you were hovering over him. without another moment spared, you began to kiss all over his face. lance hummed happily and wriggled until you kissed him properly. unlike the kisses you shared earlier in the evening, it was long and sweet and gentle. still passionate, but in a very much softer way.

the two of you continued until you were gasping for breath. you flopped onto your back beside lance, looking at each other before bursting into laughter at the sight of each other so out of breath. it was one of your favourite parts of being with lance. there was just something about him that made you feel at peace. you weren't sure if you'd ever be able to describe it in any way other than, "god, i'm so in love with you."

lance blinked. it wasn't the first time you'd told him you loved him. it was, however, the first time he'd heard you say it with such … finality. like you were certain it was true and would remain true for the rest of your life. like lance had taken up a permanent residence in your universe. like he had his very own star in your sky.

"i love you too," he said softly, leaning forward to kiss you again.

you smiled cheekily and sat up to grab one of the little post-sex snacks you'd gotten for yourself and your boyfriend. "even more than dilfs?"

he couldn't help but laugh. it was a running joke in your relationship that lance was loved dilfs—your proof was how he acted with sebastian and fernando as his teammates, even if lance denied it. you'd even gotten him a croptop that read 'certified dilf hunter' that lance swore up and down he hated. and still wore at least twice a week at home.

"more than dilfs," he agreed, accepting the snack you handed him. "more than everything."

as you cuddled up to watch a sitcom on your laptop, lance was feeling particularly grateful. the best relationship he'd ever been in with the best sex he'd ever had … what more could he possibly ask for?

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[l8ncestroll]

This is MY blog and I’m sick of pretending I don’t have a big fat crush on this man

He’s actually SO yum, SO boyfriend material and so criminally underrated, neither god nor satan can stop me from thirsting over this man!!! So anyway I’ve dumped all my insanity under the cut

- HIS HAIR!!! It’s so fluffy and it has so much volume that I’m JEALOUS

- And it still looks good when he’s all sweaty post race and it’s all messy and he looks all disheveled and skrunkly

- I would sell my left kidney to have him put his head in my lap and let me play with his hair

- I WANT TO PULL IT

- listen if he was hovering over you or had his face between your legs you can’t convince me you wouldn’t want to be pulling on his luscious locks while he ruined you and that is that.

- And you could look into his big chocolatey eyes all the time, like can you imagine standing chest to chest with that man and looking up and seeing those big hypnotic eyes? I think I’d melt

- he would give the best puppy eyes ever if he wanted something from you, eyes all wide and needy, just to switch up and look at you all smug and smirking when you do exactly what he asked of you

- I just KNOW when that man makes out with you it’s FILTHY, please tell me other people have noticed his big pouty lips and how goddamn long his tounge is??? Otherwise I might just sound insane but IVE SEEN PICTURES OKAY

- ANYWAYS, I’m talking holding you close for dear life, him taking your face in his big hands, starting with small gentle pecks all over your face but quickly turning into the most disgusting make out ever, biting each other lips and sucking each others tounges, licking each others faces, him fucking up your neck so bad you’ll be in turtlenecks for the next three weeks and you nibbling on his jaw, all rational thinking out the window and no concept of time.

- piggybacking off that last thought, he just knows that his facial hair makes you feel some kind of way

- “hey babe do you think I should shave?”

- JUST to tease you and have you panic, to watch you try and come up with any serious good reason that he shouldn’t, whilst he really knows you’re only worried about the beard burn on your thighs being a thing of the past.

- A while back I saw someone on here call him beefy and I think that altered my brain chemistry

- because YES

- He IS beefy, he’s tall and broad and muscular, you just know that he’s strong enough to snap your neck if he wanted to but he hasn’t!!! And you’re still alive!!! So obviously he likes you!!!

- He’s so sporty too, out of formula one he’s definitely the sportiest of all the drivers, always skiing, or playing padel, doing all of his little side quests

- The videos that float around of him playing ice hockey????

- So hot I wish Canada was real

- He looks so confident and aggressive and in his element when he’s playing. I feel like creating an ice hockey x figure skater AU may be in order because the potential of that is endless

- I have so many thoughts about him in the big scary hockey outfit, stood next to his girl in her figure skating dress

- Now he KNEW, about the contrast between him and his girlfriend’s looks, size, aesthetic, or whatever you want to call it. But he’d never seen it displayed so clearly, him looking all big and burly and ready to play ice hockey versus his sweet little girl, looking all cute and delicate ready to figure skate? Definitely fucked with his head, also definitely turned him on, which you definitely noticed and definitely poked fun at him for, while secretly being just as turned on if not more.

- He’s definitely the possessive protective type, he insists he doesn’t get jealous but it’s only because he doesn’t let himself be put in that position

- Why should you go up to the bar alone? What if a guy tried to hit on his girl and he got jealous? He wouldn’t be having that, so he walks you up to the bar himself and cages you in, hands either side of you while you order, and while you’re looking in your bag for your purse to pay, he’s already swiped his card.

- Even if he was too tired or drunk to keep getting up with you he’s not letting his girl go on her own, he’d rather spend a small fortune on bottle service than send his girl to the cesspit that is the bar in a club

- I see him as the type to love a bit of cliché flirting too, weather it’s the first time you’ve met or you’ve been married for 10 years? That man is GOING to flirt with you, countless little compliments, always pulling out your chair or opening doors for you.

- DEFINITELY the type of guy to do the hand thing, because yeah he wants you too see how much bigger his hands are, but mainly he does it for selfish reasons, it sets alight something carnal and animalistic inside of him to see your feminine little hand against his, it just does something to him when he gets to watch the surprise on your face at how big his hands are (because let’s be fr that man has BEAR PAWS), him looking at you, watching your thought process

- which would probably be something like: aww this is so cute and cliche, okay let’s do it, woah, his hands are huge, or are mine just small?, no I think it’s definitely him, maybe it’s a mix of both, DAMN his hands are huge, damn, hmnnn, he could fit both of my wrists in one hand, 🤭, his fingers are so big…, they’d feel so good on my…, shit he’s watching me😧

- and even though you never said a word he read every thought you had from your face.

- I don’t know if anyone other than me finds this super sexy but he’s so quick witted, in challenge videos he just seems to think for a few seconds and then have some weird solution, or when people ask and uncomfortable hard to answer question, he just takes a second and then comes out with the perfect response, weather it’s a joke or a distraction or a tactful answer, he’s good at using his words

- He seems to like talking a lot too, don’t get me wrong in press conferences and most media things he’s a brick wall (understandably tbh) but in other situations when he’s comfortable and happy he seems to have a lot too say

- do you guys see what I’m getting at?

- he definitely talks you through it.

- I mean just think of him sat up on his knees between your spread legs, “you look so pretty right now, wish you could see what I’m seeing”, and then leaning over you to slap his tip on your clit, “you gonna take it for me like a good girl darling?”, then running it up and down your slit, spreading you’re wetness all over himself, “you’re fucking soaked already, I’m flattered baby”. Him just repeating “fuck fuck fuck” over and over like a mantra when he finally presses into you, “fuck you take me so well”

- idk i just can’t see him being quiet at all, if he’s not running his mouth then he’s groaning breathily right in your ear, enjoying how he can feel you clench around him every time he makes a particularly desperate noise.

- Also he has a praise kink I don’t make the rules, this could definitely make a cute fic actually, reader not knowing about him having an absolutely desperate need for her praise, and rather than just asking for it (because then in his mind it doesn’t count) , he goes above and beyond all the time in every aspect of life desperately chasing after slivers of praise from you to get his fix, and maybe as a prank or a joke or a TikTok trend one time you call him a good boy and he just goes absolutely feral and then you put the puzzle pieces together

-okay I’ll stfu now but before I go I have pictures that relate to this to share to really prove my point that I’ll leave at the bottom of this, (in order, beard, hands, eyes, sexy asf, why he pulling that face? ,And hair)

- anywho I’m so deeply sorry for bringing my depraved obsession to the internet, BUT if you fuck with it at all or wanna talk to me or add anything my ask box is OPEN and my anons are ON

- also I’m considering starting to write again so if you have any tips or inspiration I’m totally open to that even if it’s criticism or whatever

[melancholymegumi]

Men who are so so so close to bending you over and fuck your ass while gagging you with his tie. He loves you , but god , sometimes he needs you to shut the fuck up and let him fuck your ass.

Lance Crown , Rayne Ames , Katsuki Bakugo , Todoroki Shoto , Mr.Compress , Rin Itoshi , Isagi Yoichi , Meguru Bachira.

taglist : @honeybunnxo @adoresizuku

[uluvjay]

Baking cookies for F1 drivers after they give you a good wienering(sex)… 

(Thank you tik tok for this idea & @turcott3 for helping)

| OSCAR PIASTRI | honestly he’s confused when you present him with the tray of cookies, thinks they’re for his win but when you tell them what they’re actually for he blushes bright red and giggles.

“Really? For giving you good sex?”

But he’s still very appreciative and makes sure you see that.

| LEWIS HAMILTON | Smirky but finds it amusing, pulls you into a sweet kiss and ends up quickly giving you a reason to bake more.

“Honey I think you’ll need another bag of flour by the end of the week.”

Your home begins to smell like baked goods all the time and anytime he’s craving your cookies he knows what he has to do.

| CHARLES LECLERC | He’s slightly confused but honored. He giggles when you tell him what they’re for and while he does find it slightly silly it warms his heart. Pulls you into a sweet kiss before he eats one and praises you for the amazing taste.

“Almost as delicious as you mon amor.”

| LANDO NORRIS | He gets cocky but also finds it hilarious, definitely throws out some dirty remarks that have you blushing, he uses this to his advantage though and always asks what he can do to get more.

“So how many do I get if I get you pregnant??”

| MAX VERSTAPPEN | He is severely confused, he doesn’t understand what you mean or why you would make him cookies for giving you what you deserve but he eats them nonetheless and tells you how delicious they are.

“I don’t understand Schat, why did you bake me cookies for fucking you good? That’s what I’m supposed to do.”

| LOGAN SARGEANT | Blushes like a school boy, he doesn’t know what to say at first but composes himself and thanks you. Gives you a sweet kiss before eating one, he ends up having the plate gone by the end of the day and he makes his way into your shower later that night with one thing on his mind.

“Can you make snickerdoodles next time?”

| DANIEL RICCIARDO | laughs his ass off for a solid 60 seconds before composing himself and pulling you in for a kiss. He thanks you a thousand times before picking one up for you two to share but quickly gets turned on by the way your lips skim his finger as he feeds it to you and next thing you know you’re bent over the counter. An hour later he comes in to find the oven set at 350 and you whipping up more cookies for him.

“What flavor you makin’ this time?”

| CARLOS SAINZ | He gets so fucking cocky, the second you tell him what you made them for his smirk overtakes his face. He thanks you properly with a quickie before cleaning you up and getting you cuddled up on the couch as he heats up the cookies and gets you both a glass of milk.

“I could get use to these.”

| LANCE STROLL | He’s confused for a good 15 seconds before he starts laughing. He’s very thankful though and honored that you thought the sex was good enough to bake him his favorite cookies. Gives you a sweet “thank you baby.” With a kiss before he splits one between the two of you.

| ALEX ALBON | It amuses him, you’d mentioned doing it to him but he didn’t think you actually would until he walks in to find you plating them. He knew what they were for right away and couldn’t contain his laughter, soon your both bent over laughing.

Once they’re cooled down he devours half of the plate and praises your skill.

[lovelytsunoda]

nothing matters | lance stroll

summary: the first smutmas installment. crying after sex? slightly more common than you would think.

pairing: lance stroll x female reader!

warnings: depictions of sex, very emotional lmao my girl is stressed the fuck out and needs lance to help calm her down with his dick <3, consent checks are sexy! mentions of anxiety, crying after sex, super sweet lance and lots of aftercare.

"holy fuck, angel, you feel fucking incredible."

lance's fingers fisted the bedsheets as he continued to thrust, keeping a steady pace. she moaned underneath him, sharp fingernails digging into his back. her arousal was dripping on the sheets, his cock bringing her to the brink of pleasure.

and somehow, it still wasn't enough.

"more." she whispered, using her legs to try and draw him closer. "lance, baby, please."

"grab my hand, baby." he encouraged, taking her hand in his. "i know you love it when you feel close to me." his voice was husky as he kissed her, groaning into her mouth.

she had come from work as a ball of nerves. it had been a long day from the start to the end of her shift. everything that could have gone wrong in the office had, and by lunch she'd given herself a migraine. when she came home, she had basically thrown herself at lance, hoping that there was something that could be done to loosen her up a bit.

"you're doing so good, princess. just hang on for me and let me take you there."

she nodded, mind starting to go fuzzy from pleasure. her breathing was laboured, her chest starting to feel heavy. the big ball of anxiety that had settled on her sternum earlier that day was fighting for release.

"deep breaths, sweetheart. come on, breathe with me."

lance paused, resting his forehead against hers, and she met his eyes as she started to inhale deeply. after a few breaths, she felt the pain in her chest start to subside.

she was safe. lance was her sweet lover boy, and he was making her feel incredible.

"you okay?"

"yeah." she swallowed, resting one hand against the side of his face. "just a little tense still."

"do you want to keep going?"

"yes, please."

lance jumped right back in, starting slowly before building up the pace of his thrusts. she closed her eyes and arched her back, moaning as lance's cock slipped in and out of her, one of his hands moving to her clit.

"that's it, sexy girl. fall apart on my cock. you're in good hands. let go for me, you're safe, darling." he knew he was running his mouth, starting to ramble a little, but he also knew what she needed to feel safe and loved <3.

"jesus christ, lance." she breathed, burying her face in the warm skin of his shoulder. he smelled like expensive cologne and sweat, but she wasn't really paying attention to all of that.

"i've got you." he breathed, lips ghosting over her neck as he used both arms to pull her close, hips driving into her under the covers.

"fuck!" she came with something that sounded similar to a sob, the pressure building and building and building until it popped like a very anti-climactic balloon.

she fell limp in her lover's arms, a few tears escaping from the corner's of her eyes. she breathed deeply, chest shaking as she realized what was happening. she drew back from lance, swiping her fingers under her eyes to clear away the salty tears.

"god, i needed that." she sniffled quietly. "thank you."

concern crept into lance's features as he pulled out of her, moving to discard the filled condom. "sweet girl, what's wrong?"

"nothing's wrong. these are good tears, i promise!" she tried to laugh. "i'm just under a lot of stress at work and my emotions are a fucking wreck right now. i don't know what's wrong with me."

unwilling to watch his lover fall to pieces in such a way, lance pulled her close to his chest, hoping that feeling his strong arms wrapped around her slender frame, or hearing the beating rhythm of his heart, would be enough to bring her back to the present.

"hey, pretty girl, it's okay. you're okay. nothing is wrong with you. you just needed a release, and i totally understand that. i enjoyed every moment with you. you did so good, princess. you always do."

he kissed her head softly, brushing a flyaway bang out of her eyes. he kissed her closed eyelids, and then her lips, holding her softly and tenderly.

"i want you to go and splash some water on your face and put on something comfortable. i'm going to go and get you a glass of water and something sweet, okay? and then we can curl up in bed and watch a few episodes of mike and molly. if you're up for it, we can even go for a round two later."

she smiled softly, leaning up to kiss him. "i like the sounds of that."

climbing out of bed, she wrapped the throw blanket form the foot of the bed around her body before tip-toeing to the bathroom, where she ran a brush through her hair and splashed some water on her face. she dressed in her warmest and coziest flannels before pressing a cold compress to each of her eyes.

she heard movement in the bedroom and poked her head out of the ensuite. lance was balancing a tray filled with two glasses of ice water, two mugs of hot chocolate and what appeared to be two massive slices of christmas cheescake.

"did you make cheesecake while i was out?"

lance smiled sheepishly, playing with the hair at the back of his neck. "i gave it a try while you were at work. i actually burned the crust on the first batch, so i gave those ones to scotty. this is the second attempt."

she laughed, pulling him in for a hug and a soft kiss. "i'm sure they're perfect. i love you."

"i love you more."

[bunny-jpeg]

bunny's best reads of 2024

happy holidays bunny nation! it has been quite the year! ups and downs, but i've been so happy to share my work with all of you! thank you to all of the kind comments, the loving tags, stuffing my inbox full of requests, support, and love, and especially thank you to those who have started following me this year! it's been a lot of you, so i hope 2025 is just as awesome!

i wanted to share some of the fics/drabbles i've loved this year! hopefully you can check them out while you're able to relax into the new year! as for the writing schedule, i'm working on some things to be posted over the holidays! i love you all!!! - bunny

formula one

tame the wolff - toto wolff @lucyrose191

out back - lance stroll @uluvjay

a new term - mark webber @whorekneecentral

softcore siren - max verstappen @emchante

pequeña - fernando alonso @pucksandpower

critics and lovers - max verstappen @pucksandpower

meant to be his - lando norris (ceo au) @pucksandpower

devilish - max verstappen (mafia au) @mv1simp

revved up - max verstappen @verstappenverse

toxic bf (headcanons) - max verstappen @devilsfive

the patriarchy - george russell @chilling-seavey

call of duty

homecoming - simon "ghost" riley @reignpage

bunny/rabbit (drabble) - capt. john price @quarterlifekitty

persephone - simon 'ghost' riley @oceantornadoo

fertility awareness (drabble) - capt. john price @quarterlifekitty

winter solider au - capt. john price @yeyinde

in the wolf's maw - capt. john price @gloomwitchwrites

sugar daddy au (drabble) - capt. john price @yourloverslost

butcher au (multi-part) - simon 'ghost' riley @betweenstorms

medical leave - capt. john price @ink-n-shadow

blue collar/cowboy - simon 'ghost' riley @amaranthinespirit

a special thank you to the friends i've made this year! there are far too many for me to tag in this post without tumblr getting mad at me so - thank you! and i can't wait to spend 2025 with ya'll <3

[maxillness]

'•.¸♡ Uploading Schedule/Masterlist♡¸.•'

During the month of October, I will not be posting music Mondays as I'm posting every day, but they will be back on the first Monday of November

🇬🇧 || Day 1 - Bondage (LN4)

🇦🇺 || Day 2 - Choking (OP81)

🇦🇹 || Day 3 - Impact Play (T.W)

🇬🇧 || Day 4 - Knismolagnia (LH44)

🇨🇦 || Day 5 - Maiesiophilia (LS18)

🇫🇮 || Day 6 - Sensation Play (KR7)

🇲🇨 || Day 7 - Orgasm Play (CL16)

🇪🇸 || Day 8 - Nipple Play (CS55)

🇦🇺 || Day 9 - Marking Up (DR3)

🇺🇸 || Day 10 - Stomach Bulging (LS2)

🇩🇪 || Day 11 - Pegging (SV5)

🇩🇰 || Day 12 - Clit Play (KM20)

🇩🇪 || Day 13 - Squirting (NH27)

🇪🇸 || Day 14 - Vaginal Virginity (FA14)

🇦🇺 || Day 15 - Fingers In Mouth (MW2)

🇬🇧 || Day 16 - Cunnilingus (JB22)

🇬🇧 || Day 17 - Licking (LH44)

🇬🇧 || Day 18 - Fellatio (GR63)

🇦🇺 || Day 19 - Oral Virginity (DR3)

🇫🇷 || Day 20 - Somnophilia (PG10)

🇫🇮 || Day 21 - Spit (KR7)

🇳🇱 || Day 22 - Thigh Kink (MV33)

🇩🇪 || Day 23 - Cum Marking (NR6)

🇲🇨 || Day 24 - Facial (CL16)

🇨🇦 || Day 25 - Snowballing (LS18)

🇦🇹 || Day 26 - Tightness (T.W)

🇩🇪 || Day 27 - Ass Worship (MSC47)

🇬🇧 || Day 28 - Footjob (AA23)

🇳🇱 || Day 29 - Handjob (MV33)

🇦🇺 || Day 30 - Sexy Clothing (MW2)

🇩🇰 || Day 31 - Uniform (KM20)

[whorekneecentral]

Old Friends

Lance Stroll x Vettel!Fem!Reader

Warnings: big brother seb!!!, queen hanna appearance + a mick and gina cameo, lance has a crush, alcohol and the consumption of, being tipsy/kinda drunk, mentions/ insinuated that someone cheated, nipple play, oral (m!receiving), penetrative sex (p in v), creampie, seb teasing the two of you.

Word Count: 2,492

Author's Note: this is one of my favs so far. I couldn't write lance and not put in seb, it just wouldn't be me.

merry smutmas series

--

Lance gets an invitation to an old teammate’s place to ring in the new year but he finds himself too distracted by someone in particular to care about the ball dropping.

The invite came in the mail; a dying trade his former teammate would tell him.

A little brown envelope with silver glitter all over it, surely his girls helped him put it together. The card inside was hand written, Sebastian's scrawled cursive with pictures drawn in pencil crayon and covered in glitter at the bottom.

You're invited to the Vettel household on December 31st at 9pm for a New Year's Eve celebration.

Please rsvp by December 22nd.

With love,

Sebastian, Hanna & the Vettel children.

Lance didn't have plans, his parents were doing their own things and Chloe would be in Australia with Scotty and his family so he took his phone out and texted Seb right then.

To Seb: Hey man! Got your invite, tell the girls I said their drawings were adorable. Just letting you know I'll be there :)

It took Seb 10 minutes to reply.

From Seb: Thanks Lance! The girls say hello and thank you. We can't wait to see you.

--

Lance finds himself on the Vettel's doorstep on New Year's Eve, a bottle of some expensive Swiss wine in hand. He knocks on the door and Hanna opens it with a little boy in her arms.

"Lance!" She smiles, stepping to the side for him to come in.

"It's so nice to see you," the younger driver says, kissing her cheek before saying hello to their son.

"Please make yourself at home. Food and drinks are in the kitchen and Sebastian is somewhere around here." She tells him, rocking the sleepy boy, "you know how he is." She laughs, shutting the door.

Lance nods, smiling at her as he follows her into the house. The place is full, he showed up around 10 rather than the 9pm invite but it doesn't seem to make a difference. Everyone is all over the place; he goes over to say hello to Seb and then bumps into Mick who was there with his girlfriend, sister and her boyfriend.

He does in fact make himself at home, putting the wine in the kitchen before getting himself a drink. His red solo cup has some vodka in it and he spins around, looking for the cranberry juice. He sees everything but that.

"Need help?" A voice comes from behind him and before he turns, he knows exactly who it is. He smiles when he does turn, now face to face with her. "Hi y/n."

"Hey Lance," you smile, "what are you looking for?" You walk over, hugging the man hello.

"Cranberry juice." He tells you and you nod, walking to the fridge to grab it.

Lance watches you, admiring your outfit; a slinky silver top and a black mini skirt that frankly wasn't very family friendly but was on par with the theme of the night. He had met you when Seb became his teammate at Aston, you had a habit of following your brother around the world when you got bored of your life. You were only a year younger than Lance but he was intimidated by you.

You were just as bubbly and fun as Seb, loud and out there but in Vettel fashion, you could become broody at the snap of your fingers; something that only happened if someone fucked over your brother or at least that's when Lance noticed it.

Now if Mick had walked into the kitchen then, he'd be teasing his friend.

He was aware of the crush his friend had on his other friend. Mick had encouraged Lance to talk to you time and time again but he could never work up the courage. When he finally did, you were in a relationship and you had been since.

"Here," you hand the bottle over to him, "I put it in the fridge. It gets gross.. well even more gross when it's warm."

Lance smiles, "thanks." He pours the juice into his cup, before settling it back into the fridge. In the meantime, you had been filling a few shot glasses with what looked like tequila.

"Are you driving tonight?" You asked, downing one of the shots. Lance shook his head, "took an Uber."

"Perfect," you handed a shot over to him, picking up another one for yourself. "Bottoms up, Stroll." You tapped your glass to his and down the tequila.

Lance makes a face, clearing his throat which makes you laugh. "So, how are you? How's Fernando as a teammate?" You ask him, pouring some soda into a glass.

"I'm okay. He's pretty okay too, he's no Sebastian Vettel though."

You smiled, "that's what I like to hear. I've been keeping track, you did great this season."

"Yeah? You think so?" He asks and you nod, leaning on the counter as you take a sip of your soda. "Thanks," he smiles, taking a sip from his glass in hopes that it covers the blush on his face. "So uh.. how have you been? How's your boyfriend?"

"I'm good," you smiled, "as for him? Who knows, he's probably fucking some model somewhere."

Your words catch him off guard, Lance chokes on his vodka. Your brows furrowed, his hand rubbing at his chest as you looked at him. "Sorry, I just... I take you two aren't together ?"

"No," you shook your head, "it's whatever though."

"Sorry to hear that," he tells you and you shrug, smiling at him. You were about to say something but Gina was shouting for you, something about shots. "Excuse me," you smiled at Lance, picking up the bottle of tequila and the pack of shot glasses before heading over.

As much as Lance wanted to be sorry about your relationship ending, he couldn't be. This must be some sort of gift from god, for you two to be in the same place while you're single and he had enough liquor in him to tell you the truth.

--

The hours go by and it's inching closer to midnight with each passing second and you were dancing around the kitchen as you got a snack. A slice of pizza held between your teeth as you poured yourself a drink.

"Hey," you mumble, mouth full as you take the bite and hold the pizza. Lance smiles at you as he gets himself another drink. "Hey."

"You good?" You asked, setting your pizza on the counter. Lance nods, "perfect, you?"

"Yeah," you smiled, shimmying your shoulders as you danced your way over to the Canadian driver. He smiles, watching you. The many tequila shots added up over the night and the fact that the tiles were sticky from what seemed like spilled soda, caused you to slip and fall right into Lance.

His drink spills all over your very cute top. "Oh damn," you tsked, looking down at yourself. "Oh shoot, are you okay?" you asked, looking at him to see if anything got on him.

"I'm okay, are you?" His hands held your forearms, steadying you. "Do you need to change?"

"I probably should," you tell him and Lance nods for you to walk, his hand holding onto your arm to keep you steady. He knew the layout of the house, he had come over for dinner many times before and he had spent the night after one too many glasses of wine.

Lance walks you up the stairs, hands on your waist as you two head up. You walk into the guest room and Lance shuts the door, "are you okay ? Do you need help finding anything?" He looks at you as you sit on the bed.

You shook your head, "all good, Lance. Thank you."

He nods, taking that as his cue to leave so you could change. As he turns towards the door, you grab his hand. "Can you.. undo the knot?" You turned your back to him, pulling your hair up.

It was two single knots done up with a bow behind your neck and your mid back that kept your top up. Lance carefully undid the knot on your back, letting the strings fall to the sides and your bare back left exposed.

"The.. the other one too?" He asks and you nod, "please."

Lance is hesitant, but he reaches forward and pulls the string, undoing the knot. The silver fabric falls to the floor, the beading on it clings when it hits the floor.

Your back is still facing the driver, you've dropped your hair back down but it's abundantly obvious to Lance that he's stood in the room with you, while you were.. well, topless.

"I should.." he starts but you turn to face him, his eyes shifting down to steal a glance at your tits and he looks back up at your face - it took all but a second and he was but a man.

You smile, holding his jaw with your hand. "Stay."

"I really shouldn't." He whispers and you step closer, my chest pressed to his. "Why not?" You asked, standing on your tiptoes, lips ghosting over his.

He doesn't answer but he lets you kiss him, his cold hand rests on your lower back, pulling you flush against him. "You're drunk," he whispers against your neck and you shake your head, "I'm not."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" His eyes find yours when he pulls back and you nod. "I do."

"Okay," he says, kissing you again.

Your hands make quick work of his shirt, undone the buttons as he kisses down your neck to your chest. Lance has got an arm around you, his lips moving down towards your tits, his lips wrapping around your nipple.

The sound that leans your mouth was like heaven on earth to him; he can't wait to find out what other filthy sounds you could make.

It was much too loud downstairs for anyone to have a clue what was happening upstairs. The door was locked and he knew you had at least 40 minutes to midnight.

You push him away for a minute, the man looks at you confused as you scoot him back to the bed, letting him fall onto the soft mattress. Lance expects you to get on top of him, not sink to your knees in front of him.

"Baby-" "Shut up," you tell him, undoing his pants.

He smiles, carefully pulling your hair out of your face as your hand wraps around his cock. Lance bites back a groan, watching as your hand moves up and down slowly, your lips brushing over the tip.

"Please," he whispers and you smile, looking up at him through your lashes as you take him in your mouth. This time, he does groan out loud. "Fuck," he sighed, your hair into a make shift pony tail in his hand.

Your cheeks hallowed, head moving up and down. Lance watches your every movement, eyes fixed on you and everything you did; had he known, he would have spoken to you much sooner.

The stifled gag comes when the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, eyes watering as you pull back a bit. Lance pulls you up, "as much as I want you to keep going, I wanna cum somewhere else."

"My mouth is just as good, Lance," you tell him, wiping the side of your lips with your thumb, sucking your finger. You don't miss the way his cock twitches at the action.

He smiles, "I'm sure it is, but c'mere."

You let him pull you up before you get on his lap, straddling him.

There was enough liquor in your systems to give you the courage to do things you wouldn't normally do but that you’d definitely remember. 

Thighs squished on either side of him and your arms over his shoulders. His hand slides down from your hip to your ass, giving it a little squeeze. He smiles at you, admiring you. "Now, are you gonna stare at me all night or fuck me like I know you've been wanting too?"

For the second time that night, Lance had been caught off guard by your words. "You.. knew?"

"Of course I did, your staring wasn't exactly discreet, babe." You smile, pinching his cheek before you kiss him.

Your skirt bunched up on your hips, panties pulled to the side as you sank down onto his cock.

His hand on your hip guiding you, letting you bounce on his lap, his name falling from your lips.

Lance 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 your neck.

Your hand tangles in his hair, pulling his head back so you can kiss him. You kiss all over his face, Lance's cheeks red not just from the lipstick you had on but from the blush forming on his cheeks; though if you asked him, he’d blame it on the liquor. 

"Fuck," you mumble, Lance's arms around you to keep you steady as you bounced on his lap, back arched slightly.

His hands squeeze at your hips, fingers digging in hard enough to leave behind fingerprints. 

“Mmm there,” you breathe, chest pressed to his. 

Lance's lips find your shoulder, he bites down softly when he feels you clench around him. “Gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” He whispers into your shoulder, peppering kisses over where he had just bitten. 

Humming, your arms are wrapped around him, over his shoulders when you cum, wetness covering his cock. It takes only a few more thrusts and Lance follows behind you, the two of you holding onto each other for a while. Your legs are like jelly when Lance helps you up, letting you fix yourself.

He too get redressed and you change into a different top, fixing your skirt and your makeup before turning to him.

"11:58, we can make the ball drop." You grab his hand, pulling him out of the room with you.

Everyone was in the living room, watching the TV and chatting as they awaited the count down. Your brother notices your return, as well as Lances, who stood behind you.

"Outfit change?" Seb asks, handing you a glass.

You nod, "spilled soda on my other top." You tell him, watching as he passed a glass to Lance.

Seb hums, nodding. "And you required Lance's assistance to change?" His brow raises and your cheeks go red. "I.. I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yeah," Seb laughs, "whatever, y/n."

Lance smiles, his arm over your shoulder as the countdown plays; 10, 9, 8.

Your fingers interlock with his; 7, 6.

His cheek presses to yours; 4, 5.

"3, 2, 1, Happy New Year!" The people in the room cheer, friends hugging and lovers kiss. Lance leans over and you turn a bit, your lips pressing to his for a new years kiss.

"Happy New Year, Lance." You smiled, wiping the lipstick from his lips. "Happy New Year, Y/n."

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