#motogp oneshots

[djangari]

I have to deal with this and all I get is a headache and a silver medal

~ 1616 words

“Third place? Hmm, do you remember who finished third in 2018?”, Marc jokes to the reporter and laughs as she answers that she doesn’t. “Me neither! So that's it.”

Pecco freezes, while the reporter joins in, and the video eventually restarts. He won’t like that. Hopefully, he will never see this or at least when he is not present- “What are you watching?”

A familiar figure leans over his shoulder and slowly he turns his head to look at his mentor, who suddenly appeared behind him. Whose smug grin got wiped out of his face, as he watches the video. How stupid he was to assume the other would need longer to join him in the trailer, of course he will visit him first to see how he handles the championship fight stress.

Vale laughs too. However, it's more of a pressed, dry, forced sound that is coming out of his mouth. So different from Marquez cheerful, honest sounding laugh.  In this moment, Pecco doesn’t dare to mirror it. Instead, he observes Valentinos mimic, how his eyebrows are pulled together, the wrinkles around his mouth disappeared, his eyes don’t agree with the act he is trying to play.

He taps on the screen, pauses the loop. Silence spreads in the room, while Pecco is waiting for Vale to do something. To speak, to react.

A few seconds go by and Vale hums. “He isn’t wrong. Do you remember who was third in 2008?” Pecco knows that the factually correct answer would be Pedrosa, but in this situation he would never speak it out loud. He rather shakes his head.

“See? Nothing to speak about. Let’s get Bez and eat pasta or something. We need to calm your nerves before your great weekend.” Vale straightens up again, already turning towards the door. “Come on, come on, I’ll pay.” Impatient as always, he already left the room before Pecco could protest.

Pecco quickly gets up from the couch and follows the older man. From behind he can still see the tension in his otherwise relaxed and flowing movements, can see the firm grip he has on his phone.

________

Later, when they finally found Bez and Vale nearly dragged him with them, they are half finished with their meals as Vales phone, which lies next to him on the table, screen clearly visible to everyone nearby, buzzes and lights up with a pop up notice. Vale unlocks it easily with the hand that isn’t holding the fork loaded with pasta and clicks on the message. Another video starts playing, just as Vale puts the fork into his mouth, and Marc’s voice is audible.

“The third place doesn’t matter at all!’

Vale instantly chokes on the noodles and begins coughing. Pecco exchanges a look with Bez and leans over to his left to slap Vale on the back so their mentor maybe would not die because of a meal when he has lived through over twenty years of riding a death machine for fun. Bez reaches him a glass of water, although he mirrors Pecco’s expression of desperation and can absolutely relate to being fed up with his behavior.

Who can blame him? The two of them should be cheering him up, motivating him and giving him the extra power to win. Now he is robbing him of his nerves instead of helping him to concentrate.

 “Who remembers who finished third in 2022 or 2015? I finished third, but no one remembers.”

And it gets worse again… Why did he have to mention 2015 again? Sometimes it seems like he is doing this on purpose- wait no he does. Sadly Pecco, besides to Luca of course, is the one who is mostly present to see Vale‘s reaction. Not Marc. Maybe he would stop if he sees the impact he has on the old man.

… Who is he trying to fool. He would do it even more. Pecco has been around for too long to still denial the painful obvious existence of their weird exhibition kink.

With a small sigh, Pecco reaches over the table and again pauses the video, pauses the sound of Marc’s laughter. Slowly Vale recovers and is able to breathe like a normal human being again. “Nothing to worry about!”, is the first thing he gets out of his mouth.

 Sure. Pecco suppresses the urge to bang his head on the table until he falls into a coma. This would look weird, especially in public. Rumors spread fast in this paddock. The press he would have to face, the mocking he would have to endure from his engineers, it ruins the whole experience. They would eat him alive if he did that, even more if he did it on this particular weekend. So, all he does is to roll his eyes and beg some higher power that this moment would soon be over.

The door falls shut and the whole cafeteria goes silent for a second. Pecco throws a small look over his shoulder, only to freeze in fear.

Anyhow someone heard him up there and decided he needed to feel even more miserable. Loosing the title apparently isn‘t enough. Please, please, please, let him at least not-

„You‘re okay?“ No. No. No. Keep your head up, keep your head up.

„Ah. Of course, of course!“ Suddenly, the relaxed Vale is back again. He can hear the chair scraping on the floor as he leans back. „No need to worry about a guy like me.“ Ok, this has gone surprisingly well- „If you couldn‘t kill me, pasta will never make it.“

Pecco‘s head falls towards the table. God damn it.

A kick against his shin saves him. He tries to kick back, but Bez already caught his glare. With another deep breath, he turns around to face the situation like an adult.

„Ciao“, he greets his future teammate, who is standing on the right side behind his chair. Never in the existence of the universe would he ask how the fuck he got into the cafeteria of the VR46 team, so instead he stays silent and waits for Marc to speak again.

The Spaniard looks relatively comfortable in this situation, or so it seems for outstanders.  For them his bright smile blends them enough to not see the signs. Only if you get close enough you can see the tension in his shoulders, the way he holds his head high up and the inconspicuous foot tapping. Yet something… something in his eyes displays the same kind of hunger he often sees in Vales eyes after an especially good race. His smile just looks a little bit too sharp and too pleased.

„I wanted to come over and wish you luck for the weekend. You will need it.“, he says sweetish and blatantly ignores the indignant glare Vale shoots him. Pecco swallows what lies on his tongue and tries to put on a similar act. „Thanks. Good luck to you too, Enea won‘t give up that third place easily.“ Marc just laughs. „Don‘t know if you already heard it, I don‘t really care about that. Next week we will try out the bike together and that is what matters in the end.“ Pecco hears the threat that lies in those words, fights for his small smile to stay on his face. „Ah right, I am also curious how they have improved the machine for next year.“

He couldn’t have said clearer ˋThis bike was build for me and you need to look how you get along with her.´ A small twitch in his smile indicates Marc understood. „Ah I trust the engineers, I‘m sure it will be a great bike.“  They just stare at each other, playing the act of a friendly talk between soon to be coworkers. It's like time froze.

Someone somewhere in the cafeteria laughs loudly and the tension breaks. “Well, I should go and find Nadia, we need to meet up with Gigi.” Shortly he bowes down to mutter something over Valentinos shoulder, who flinces at the slight touch. “You wouldn’t dare to die before I get my ninth, would you?”

Pecco sees Bez's mouth falling open and how Valentino stiffens up. Marc also notices that and his smile gets even sharper. Lightly his fingertips run over the edges of Vale‘s collarbone, centimeters away from the soft skin of his neck. Out of the corner of his eye, Pecco observes the way Vale now holds the fork, knuckles bright red, fearing he will do something drastic. The question is, would he be able to stop him? Thankfully Marc leaves Vales personal space before something like that could happen.

With a tap on Pecco's shoulder, Marc signals his exit and turns around to walk away. None of them wants to torture themselves so they surely won’t stare after him, watching how he nearly hops out of the cafeteria. Instead, they stare at the table, everyone trying to recover in their own way. Bez continues eating, hoping to forget everything what he just witnessed. Vale damages the cutlery and mumbles some curses under his breath. Pecco, finally, gives in and slowly bangs his head against the table before resting it on the cold surface. Why can’t this weekend just end?

______

Sunday night, when Marc's speech is almost over, Pecco feels his phone vibrating. Quickly, he checks his messages and sees a new one from Bez.

ˋWe need to replace the tv downstairs. He threw a bottle against it and now he doesn’t talk ´

Pecco grabs Domi‘s hand and tries to relax. Someone has to remember him that he needs a soundproof room next year for the case Vale decides to visit Ducati.

[the-offside-rule]

Marc Marquez (Gresini) - I'm Back

Requested: yes

Prompt: 57) "I am loving the helmet hair."

Warnings: nope

The scorching asphalt of the MotoGP track still radiated heat as Marc Márquez guided his bike to a respectable second-place finish. The cheers of the crowd mingled with the ecstatic shouts of his team members as they greeted him in the pit lane. As he parked his bike, he ran towards his team, jumping into them as all Marc felt was numerous pats on the back.

Sweat glistened on his forehead as he removed his helmet, his adrenaline still surging from the intense race. Amidst the chaotic celebration, Marc's eyes sought out the one person who mattered most to him in that moment; his girlfriend, Y/n. He spotted her just to the left of him, a proud smile gracing her lips as she waved at him. With a grin, he made his way over, helmet in hand.

"There you are." He said, his voice slightly hoarse from the exertion of the race. "Did you see that?" He pressed a gebtle kiss onto her cheek as Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck. Y/n chuckled, her eyes sparkling with admiration. "Of course I did. I am so proud of you, babe." Marc's heart swelled with pride at her words. Leaning in, he pressed another quick kiss to her lips before pulling back, his grin widening. "I had to come over and celebrate with my favorite person." He said to her. Y/n playfully nudged him. "Flatterer. How's it feel to be back on the track?"

"Like I never left." Marc replied with a shrug, though a hint of nostalgia tinged his words. "But it's good to be here, I couldnt have done this without you." Y/She laughed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Oh, I know. I'm basically your lucky charm." He chuckled, the sound rich and warm. "You definitely are." Y/n's gaze shifted to his disheveled hair, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "And I must say, I'm loving the helmet hair." Marc ran a hand through his tousled locks, giving her a playful look. "You mean this masterpiece?" He laughed, knowing full well how ridiculous he must look. She nodded, still grinning. "Absolutely. You should wear it like that more often."

"Maybe I will." He teased, leaning in to whisper conspiratorially. "Just for you." Y/n laughed, swatting his arm playfully. "You're impossible." Marc's smile softened, his gaze lingering on her face. "I love you." He said, the words sincere and heartfelt. "I love you too." She replied, reaching out to squeeze his hand. "I should go," Marc said reluctantly, giving Y/n a quick squeeze. "But I'll see you up there, okay?" Y/n nodded, her eyes shining with pride. "I'll be cheering for you the loudest."

With one last smile, Marc turned and made his way towards the podium, his heart light with the knowledge that Y/n was waiting for him, her unwavering support a constant source of strength. And as he stood atop the podium, the roar of the crowd echoing around him, he couldn't help but feel like the luckiest man in the world.

[scrollonso]

On The Carpet — Pedroscar

“No.” 

Oscar's voice was firm as he said it, shaking his head side to side, but the pink that disappeared under the collar of his shirt felt like it was burning him alive. 

“Why?” Pedro whined, throwing his head back against the arm of the couch with a pout. His arms were crossed and Oscae scoffed at the display from his place on the carpeted floor. 

“Because you’ll die .” 

“I will not die ,” Pedro huffed, moving to meet Oscar's eyes all over again, “And even if I do, it’s quite literally the best way to go.” 

“You’re not instilling me with confidence.” 

“Okay look,” Pedro uncrossed his arms as he sat up properly and Oscar felt his spine automatically straighten at the suddenly serious tone in the other man’s voice, “If you're saying no because you actually don’t want to do it, I’d never pressure you into it,” He started, his eyes analysing Oscar's face as he spoke, “But if you're saying no because you're embarrassed or because you think you’ll hurt me, I feel inclined to tell you that you won't and also that I literally wake up hard dreaming about it so you have no reason to be embarrassed about it.” 

Oscar's shoulders dropped as he let out a groan, “I don't… it not that I don't want to-” 

“Then let's do it!” 

“I just…” He continued, ignoring Pedro's interruption, “It’s my thighs.” 

“I love your thighs,” Pedro shrugged 

“It's not about that,” He huffed, dropping backwards to lay on the ground, staring up at the ceiling, “It’s… they’re big .” 

“I know,” Pedro grinned, his tongue tracing his bottom lip almost like a reflex, “They're really strong. It’s hot.”  

Oscar kicked at his leg from where it was hanging off the sofa and relished in the pained hiss the brunette let out, “What I mean is that… they’ll…" 

“They’ll?” Pedro urged, quirking an eyebrow as Oscar groaned, throwing an arm over his face. 

“They’ll crush your big stupid head.” 

Pedro let out a laugh, tilting his head to the side and pinning Oscar with his eyes, “Baby, if you think that isn't exactly what I’m looking for you’re fucking insane.” 

Oscar looked back up at the ceiling and felt himself squeeze his legs together entirely without his consent, his body moving to indulge, even minimally, in the pressure that was building there. Pedro noticed, because of course he fucking did . 

“Please amor,” Pedro murmured, sliding off the couch until he was kneeling on the floor before crawling towards Oscar. He moved closer, placing his hands on the Aussie's knees and spreading them slowly. When Oscar relented and dropped them apart Pedro leaned close and pressed a soft kiss to where he knew from memory exactly where Oscar's dick was. His lips lingered against the spot, gentle and barely there, but as he spoke Oscar still felt the rumble of his words directly against him, “Want you to sit on my face.” 

He was begging, which was something Oscar didn't have the pleasure to indulge in usually, as Pedro was normally the one making him plead to just touch him , but now, Pedro was here, quite literally on his knees, asking Oscar to just let him make the Spaniard feel good. Who was he to deny him? 

“Okay.”

Pedro's head shot up, eyes meeting his as a grin pulled at his lips, “Seriously?”

“If that’s what you want.” 

“Now.” 

Oscar rolled his eyes, “I’ve got to be in the sim in like thirty minutes.” 

“Skip it. Text Lando and ask him to send you his stats,” He whispered, moving forward to blanket his body over Oscar's and the older man's legs moving to automatically wrap around his waist. Pedro's lips brushed against his and he had to fight the urge to grind up against him, “Want you so bad, baby. Please let me make you feel good.” 

Oscar groaned, his eyes falling shut as Pedro's hand moved to pull him closer, pressing Pedro's erection against where Oscar was steadily dampening in his pyjama shorts. 

“Please let me taste you.”

Oscar's head dropped back against the carpet and sighed, “Get me my phone.”

Oscar didn't think he’d ever seen Pedro move so fast, — not even on his bike — barely gone ten seconds before he was back kneeling between Oscar's thighs and passing him his phone. 

He called Lando, listened to the ringing through the phone as Pedro moved to start pressing kisses and bite lightly at his neck, grinding down against Oscar and watching as the blonde squeezed his eyes shut. 

“Hi!” He said brightly through the phone, but Pedro could see the way his hand was clenched into a fist and he was trying to keep his hips still, “Yeah, no I’m not gonna be in today. I was wondering if you’d be able to send your results over after- ah! ”

Oscar cut himself off with a loud whine as Pexro bit down against his shoulder and pressed his thumb, that Oscar hadn't even noticed had moved, directly against his hole through his shorts.

“Sorry, no I just…” Oscar trailed off and choked out a laugh, “Fuck off, I’m sorry! Can you just… Yeah, okay, thanks.” 

He hung up and essentially threw his phone across the room, sinking his fingers into Pedro's hair and pulling him away from his neck, relishing in the pained yelp it drew.  

“You’re an asshole. He’s gonna bully me about this for months,” He gritted out, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as Pedro pressed his thumb down again.

“But you sound so pretty, mi amor,” He murmured, kissing down Oscar's chest as the blonde let out small gasped breaths, “Can we do it now? Please?”  

“Here?” 

“What?” Pedro scoffed, “Like we’ve never fucked in the living room?” 

“We have two perfectly comfortable beds down the hall,” He grumbled, sighing as Pedro reached between his legs again, this time not holding back as he pressed his tongue and his mouth against Oscar through the fabric. 

“Sure,” Pedro murmured, and Oscar's breath caught in his throat at the vibrations, “But you're dripping, baby. Can taste you through your shorts.” 

Oscar went to reply but was cut off as Pedro flipped them, moving to catch himself with his hands against the carpet and letting out a loud yelp. Oscar could feel Pedro grinning from where his mouth was directly under his crotch, arms hooked over his thighs and biceps pressing into the flesh. 

As Oscar found balance, he let out a loud moan, lifting himself slightly and letting out a breath, “I hate that that was really hot.” 

Pedro laughed and Oscar tried to get his breathing back to normal, “Should've waited till you got your shorts off for that, would've been so much hotter.” 

Oscar nodded, but suddenly he had no more fight left in him as he let Pedro tilt him backwards till he was sat on the other man’s chest, sliding his shorts from his hips and grinning as Oscar's breath caught in his throat when he pulled him back up to straddle Pedro's face. 

“Demon,” Oscar breathed, his chest heaving at being manhandled and Pedro's firm grip on his thighs, “Utter plague." 

“C'mon baby,” Pedro murmured, lifting his head up to press a kiss to Oscar's dick before dragging his tongue through the wetness that was gathering, “Take it. Make yourself feel good. Use me.” 

Oscar slid a hand into Pedro's hair, gripping it tight and shuddering at the moan Pedro let escape.  

“Okay just… If it’s too much you can… Make sure you push me off, okay?” 

Pedro nodded eagerly, his eyes shining as they took in Oscar's face. His tongue dragged across his bottom lip and Oscar finally relented, slowly lowering himself until Pedro pulled him the rest of the way down, the pair of them moaning at the contact.

It was like a switch had flipped, like all of a sudden if he didn't get this he would die , and Oscar was using his grip on Pedro's hair to grind against his mouth, letting out choked-off curses as the brunette’s tongue flattened and Oscar's dick smoothed across it. It was like Pedro was fucking starving for it, the way he was pulling Oscar down harder, lips moving and groaning out as the blonde’s hips moved faster.  

“Jesus Christ,” Oscar hissed, his eyes rolling back as Pedro let out a loud noise of agreement and his fingers dug into his hips harder, “That, do that again-”

Pedro curled his tongue, pressing it up against Oscar's dick and grinned at the whine the boy let out. Oscar was close almost embarrassingly quickly, just riding Pedro's face and letting out pathetic sounds, it was enough to ruin him.

He’d never thought about how good this would feel, just being allowed to take his pleasure, take what Pedro was willingly offering, and melt into it. That’s what he was doing. He was taking, and Pedro was letting him, was practically begging him to use him. He felt powerful, and simultaneously like Pedro was using him right back. This was what Pedro had wanted, for Oscar to let loose, for him to stop thinking about it and just take it , so okay… he would. He’d take it, just like Pedro asked. He could be good for Pedro. He wanted to be good for Pedro. Really, it's all he ever wanted to be.

The Spaniard moaned again, pressing up against Oscar where the older man was pressing down, and relishing in the way his thighs began to tremble.  

“Pedro, god- fuck ,” Oscar choked, pulling at the other man’s hair harder and letting his eyes roll back, “ 'M gonna come.”

Pedro moaned, egging him on as he pressed his tongue inside Oscar, letting out further muffled but equally pleased noises at the taste.  

That was enough, apparently, because all of a sudden the trembling of Oscar's thighs turned to full-on shaking and he was curling forward and- oh. 

Oscar tried to pull up slightly to not fucking waterboard Pedro entirely, but his orgasm was still racking his body so Pedro used his hands, just his hands, to pull the larger man up slightly, swallow whatever cum was left in his mouth, and gasp for air.

He was still letting out small sounds, hips moving against his will as Pedro stared up at him with wide eyes. 

“Sorry,” Oscar managed to choke, eyes unfocused and hand loosening in Pedro's hair as the other man kept holding him up.  

“Holy shit,” Pedro gasped, and Oscar finally looked down and winced. The carpet was stained, cum having landed around Pedro's head and, humiliatingly, even further. Pedro's face was covered in wetness, — whether it was his own spit or Oscar's cum — his chin glistening in the mid-morning light, and the collar of his shirt was sodden. Pedro, however, looked like he’d just met God, “Fucking… fuck .” 

“I’m really sorry,” Oscar murmured again, moving to dismount his face but being held in place by Pedro's hands, still keeping him up on his knees. 

In less than a second, Oscar was sprawled out on his back, Pedro's hand under his head to ensure he didn't hit it on the floor and his legs splayed open, now around Pedro's waist. 

“Can you go again?” Pedro asked immediately, voice rough and his tongue poking out to taste the wetness that covered his lips. He looked hungry. 

“I don't-” Oscar's mind was still foggy, but he was catching up enough to realise the extent of what had happened, "We've never done it this quick.” The we to it made Pedro throb, Oscar was right. This was a thing they'd never done together and asside from being intimate with Pedro, Oscar had never done anything.

“Fuck, that was…” He trailed off, and Oscar would feel totally self-conscious about the way Pedro was eyeing his dick if he had the brain capacity for it, “I wanna make you do it again.”  

“The carpet-”

“Fuck the carpet,” Pedro growled, and the tone made Oscar's eyes fall shut, “I’ll pay for it. I don't care. I need you to do that again. Please .” 

Oscar nodded, grimacing as Pedro shook his head violently and his, now damp, hair flicked droplets of sweat, cum, and saliva across the room. He pushed it back from his face and smirked, tongue peaking out over his lip again. Any words Oscar wanted to say died in his throat when Pedro shuffled down his body, led on his front as he pressed his middle and ring finger into where Oscar was wet and loose from Pedro's tongue. 

“Take me so well, baby,” Pedro murmured, pressing kisses to where Oscar's thighs were still shaking, “Are you sensitive?” 

Oscar nodded, his eyes squeezing shut as his fingers curved up and he used his thumb to press up against his dick, smoothing over the hot skin in small circles. Pedro began to suck bruises into the porcelain skin, relishing in the quiet noises Oscar let out and full-on grinning as they grew louder. When his mouth moved from Oscar's thighs to smooth his tongue over Oscar's dick, the boys thighs snapped closed around his head. 

“C’mon baby,” Pedro murmured, his fingers picking up speed as he pulled away for just a second, “You can do it for me, hmm? You can make a mess?” 

“I can!” Oscar yelped, his back arching slightly as he tried to push back against Pedro's fingers, “I promise, I can be good!” 

“I know,” Pedro whispered, pressing his tongue back against Oscar's dick and grinning as he cried out, “So close, hmm?”  

“Yeah-” Oscar panted, nodding violently as Pedro pressed into him harder, faster, and murmured praise, “Love your hands.” 

Pedro's laugh was strained, and Oscar looked down to see him grinding against the carpet, still fully clothed, and pressing his tongue against where Oscar was stretched around his fingers, “I know baby.”

“Your fingers are so big ,” He whined, back to grinding against Pedro's tongue as he flicked it over Oscar's dick, “Need another.” 

“You sure?” Pedro asked, his own voice breathless as he pressed his hips into the carpet. It was true that Oscar never really asked for more than two fingers, two was more than enough given the fact they were Pedro's fingers and they were ridiculously big, but he needed… he needed to be full. 

“More,” He whined, pressing back and letting his hands move back to Pedro's hair, gripping the strands and pulling his face back to his pulsing hole, “ Please!  'm so close just- gimme another! Need it!” 

Pedro hummed, increasing his pace with his mouth as he slowly eased in another finger, grinning with his lips wrapped around Oscar as his heels scrabbled across the floor and his back arched. He was a sight to behold and Pedro had meant it when he said that if there was any place he was most willing to die, it was between Oscar's thighs. 

“Jesus, okay- fuck,”  Oscar could feel it, could feel the pressure building and his dick twitching and Pedro was everywhere , “Just need-” 

Pedro crooked his fingers up and sucked lightly on Oscar's dick, and then he was pulling his fingers out and rubbing all four of them over Oscar's dick as he came, side to side, extending his orgasm as his sounds pitched up into an almost-scream. 

When Oscar could breathe again, his legs were trying to shake, pinned apart by Pedro's bruising grip as his eyes tried to refocus. When they finally, finally, did, he watched as Pedro — beautiful, dirty, lewd Pedro — let his lips fall apart. It was just barely, but more than enough to let the fluid, Oscar's cum, his brain clarified, slip from between his lips and drip back down against the Aussie's dick with a horrifically lewd noise. What didn't make it to his tip dribbled down Pedro's chin, sliding down his neck and further wetting the collar of his t-shirt. Oscar let out a loud whine at the feeling, his legs trying to close but hissing at even that contact.

“Sensitive?” Pedro murmured as he pressed his lips to the inside of Oscar's knee, entirely comforting, all of the previous sexual energy drained from the room.  

“Very,” Oscar said shakily as he sighed, “Do you need…” 

“Already finished,” Pedro grinned, his eyes looking down at his crotch as he moved to kneel, “You make the prettiest sounds. Couldn't help it.”

“I actually can't get up,” Oscar gasped, his legs still shaking as Pedro stood and stretched out his back, groaning at the loud ‘pop’ it let out, “You're gonna have to let me rot on the carpet for a bit, love.”

“I’ll get a wash cloth and clean you down then we’ll see if we can get you into bed,” Pedro murmured, vanishing for a second and coming back with a damp cloth, a freshly washed face and in a change of clothes.

He began cleaning Oscar down, pressing light kisses to the skin in his wake and murmuring quiet apologies as he tried to clean down his dick when Oscar hissed and his legs shook slightly. 

“Doing so well for me baby,” He mumbled, finally tossing the cloth to the side, “We can shower later, hmm? Let's get to bed.” 

Oscar nodded, letting Pedro bear the majority of his weight as he struggled on shaky legs, “Jesus, I think you broke me.” 

“I literally came in my pants like a fucking teenager,” Pedro scoffed — as if he hadn't just turned twenty — as he helped Oscar down onto the bed, “I think you broke me.” 

“One of us can use their legs,” He deadpanned, watching as Pedro crawled in next to him and dragged the covers over them both, “And it's not me.” 

“We should do that more often. Was a big fan,” He grinned, pulling the older man in close and pressing their lips together for the first time in what felt like hours , “Can't believe you were holding out on me.”

“I didn't even know I could cum like that ,” Oscar huffed, but pressed another kiss to Pedro's lips and smiled at the content hum he let out at the action, “But yes , it was very nice.” 

“Nice, he says, like I didn't nut in my underwear just getting to make you do it.”  

“Piss off,” He huffed, but pulled him closer anyway, “I'm fucking exhausted.” 

“Mmm,” Pedro murmured in agreement, “Bedtime me thinks.”

Oscar snorted but snuggled down, “Shower sex when we wake up?” 

“Like it's even a question,” Pedro replied, and as Oscar felt himself pulled to sleep with a wide grin on his face and a pair of arms tight around his waist, he didn't think he’d ever been happier.

[nooripoori]

eat up

~a rosquez blurb

inspired by the posts of pregnant Marc i have seen on my fyp

post-reconciliation rosquez, it’s summer break and they’re at the ranch and Marc has been eating good and just enjoying his life. He gained a little fat on his stomach, where there was originally tight skin due to rigorous training there was now plush fat, and he doesn’t even realise it but one time during sex Vale is kissing down marc chest to his stomach and feels the soft, plush fat and it’s safe to say Vale gets obsessed with it. Starts acting like Marc is pregnant and keeps feeding him more stuff and always keeps a possessive hand on his stomach to feel the fat. Marc can tell Vale’s acting weirdly more possesive but doesn’t say anything and goes along with him cuz tbh no one really knows what goes on in the mind of Valentino Rossi and Marc has long given up trying to understand him.

[formulapookie]

Pllsss I want Vale to see Arcmarc pet play, he would have an aneurysm

sorry if it took long, had been submerged with uni work

SO

How would he find out? I'd say during a race weekend, after the race, Bezz is extremely sad by how his race went, he's ended up barely inside the points, his teammate once again doing better than him, Vale not helping at all, listing all the magnificent things Pecco did and how he won like that, and in general not feeling appreciated/good enough for the team.

He goes to Marc's motorhome to find some peace of mind, but almost regrets it because when he sneaks in he can smell the champagne, he can see the trophy shining on the table and just doesn't wanna ruin Marc's mood, who is smiling bright and buzzing with energy.

Bezz tries to fake being happy but Marc reads him like an open book and sits him down on the bed, stroking his hair and telling him he's been really good, the bike just isn't the one he needs or knows right now, but that he'll get it figured out soon enough for sure, because he really is good at it.

then Bezz just looks at Marc and asks him "Please can you make my brain quiet? I just need you" and he nods, slowly undressing himself and then Bezz, who doesn't oppose in any way.

He gets on his lap, plays with his hair, then with his piercing, "Want me to take care of you my good boy yes?" and Bezz is already moaning, his brain getting foggy as the seconds pass, the only clear thing present in his mind being Marc.

IN THAT MOMENT

Vale goes to look for Bezz in his own motorhome but doesn't find him, asks around a bit and then stumbles upon Dani, he asks if he's seen Bezz and the only thing Dani says it's "Like father, like son" before pulling away.

Vale pales because he knows where Bezz is now, he sprints to Marc's motorhome and tries to peak from one of the high windows he so stupidly has on his walls, and when he does oh well

he's met with a sight he doesn't think will be able to remove, Marc is bouncing up and down Bezz's cock eyes hungry and lust-filled, Bezz has both his hands on the bed, gripping the sheets and obviously moaning. But the one thing that strucks him the most is the fucking collar with a leash Bezz is wearing, its of a dark black, very thight on the boy's neck, and it's got the name Marco written in front in big bold silver letters.

The chain is silver as well, shining and reflecting the light coming from the lamp on top of the room, and oh my god is he shocked

MEANWHILE

inside the motorhome Bezz is at fucking cloud nine, he can't think straight, the only things he can say, actually moan, out loud are Marc, more and please He's completely gone, he'd been like that the second Marc got off of him to go grab lube and the collar, hearing the soft tingling of metal against metal, and he was about to die when Marc takes off both their underwear and starts to touch Bezz's dick with a lube-covered hand, coating him completely and sinking down on him immediately after. As he reached the base he'd clasped the collar around the boy's neck and began tugging on it, forcing their faces to be closer

He began moving, his thighs not giving any sign of giving up, and looked deep into Bezz's eyes.

"You fill me up so nicely Marco, I can feel you here" and Marc honest to god takes the boy's hand and presses it against his stomach were his cock is, making his feel the bulge inside of him, and Bezz tries to get a bit of control on the situation by gripping Marc's hips to move them as he wants, but he's interrupted by him "Only good boys are getting the reward bonito, but you're lucky and you've been the best boy out there, you deserve to cum in me today, you like that?"

Bezz practically mewls, throwing his head back with his eyes closed, but Marc pulls him back against his chest using the leash, telling him he has to keep being good or he's going to take away his prize.

Bezz nods, trying to keep as still as possible while Marc keeps on riding him so good he's sure he could cum on the spot.

"Such a good boy Marco, following all the orders I give you like a good puppy, all collared for me, so good" Bezz dies. He ascends to heaven and then falls to hell all in three spilt seconds, he's coming inside Marc, filling him up completely and collapsing on his back, getting his hand on Marc's dick and making him cum all over his chest and stomach.

"You were so good for me Marco, really really good boy" Bezz can't even answer anymore, he smiles weakly and blissed out, he can only feel his collar being unclasped and restored wherever Marc keeps it.

He can feel a soft kiss pressed on his temples and Marc laying beside him, still chanting praises to him like a prayer, falling asleep at the sound of it.

OUTSIDE THE MOTORHOME

Vale is having a heart attack, a stroke, every fucking fulminating disease who can end his life right that second.

He had just seen, and worst of all heard cause those two were everything but quiet, Marc and Bezz fucking each other, petplay involved and he could feel the life abandoning him quickly, he had to get away otherwise he would've thrown up, then killed both of them and then thrown up again.

He runs away before getting spotted, he could handle anything BUT getting spotted near that turquoise monstrosity of a garage. Well, that was now second to seeing his disciple fuck his ex.

[rosie-posie1313]

Oscar Piastri Fic Recs 🏎️

Masterlist 

Master list  by adventuringblind

Social Media AUs

OVER THE YEARS by goldsainz

CRUSH  by f1version

𝐯𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐯𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 by lxclerc

cherry lip balm by astonmartinii (motogp!verstappen!reader)

Nonsense by piastri-lover

BOOK QUOTES  by f1version

Oneshots

opposites attract  by piastrisslut

Grid Encounters by adventuringblind (Autistic!reader)

If You Don’t Want the Truth, then Don’t Ask by ^ (Autistic!reader)

Offense is the best Defense by ^ (Verstappen!Reader)

dirty streets  by lipringlrh

 … 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐄, by yourstrqly (ferrari!pr!reader)

ALL OF THE GIRLS YOU LOVED BEFORE. By folkloresthings

A shoey  by thatsdemko

Helping hands  by jackpiastri

Zzzzzz by httpiastri

sweetener  by userlando

grumpy x sunshine by zcorners120

[hotmessmaxpress]

Masterlist

Links are under the cut because this is too long!

You can find the chapters, asks, and extras of the a/b/o au under the tag "rosquez a/b/o au" and the chapters, asks, and extras of the onlyfans au under "OnlyFans au". Any of my asks are tagged "motogp asks."

Always feel free to slide into the ask box with questions or inspiration!

A/B/O AU: Asks are tagged: rosquez a/b/o au

Part 1: Vale/Luca/pack finds out about the bite

Part 2: Bez has a meltdown about Marc joining the pack

Part 3: Bez thinks Luca is still mad (he’s not)

Part 3.5: The porny sequel to part 3 (Luca/Bez)

Part 4: Marc becomes the Pack Mom

Bonus parts/ asks/ one shots:

Marc's nightmares

How the pack fuck Bez (nsfw)

Thoughts on how much Vale loves Bez and Marc

Vale is obsessed with Marc

Marc x Bez omega bonding

My Marc x Bez friendship thesis

Alex visits the ranch

What happens when alphas try to hit on Marc?

Wholesome self-indulgent pack time

Pecco/Bez/Marc

OnlyFans AU: (entire series NSFW) Asks are tagged: onlyfans au

Part 1: Vale is a porn addict

Part 2: Vale and Marc are bikefuckers

Part 3: More bike porn (with a side of obsession)

Part 4: Marc is hot, Vale is fucking stupid

Part 5: Marc is stupid (endearing), Vale is stupid (horny), and Uccio is stupid (evil)

Part 6: Marc and Alex go on an adventure

Part 7: Alexa play ‘mastermind’

Part 8: Spoiler alert: they fuck! (vale's bike makes a cameo)

Part 9: they’re nasty freaks. also they ride bikes, meet luca, and talk

Bonus parts/ asks/ oneshots:

Will Vale be Marc’s sugar daddy? (Vale wishes)

Marc has a boundary (and they talk about it like adults!)

CeleBez gay porn crisis

Tiny Shorts Interlude (Vale POV)

Fake Dating Au (Bezz x Mig)

Part 1: The Plan

Part 2: Bez Didn't Think This Through

Horror Au (Rosquez)

Part 1: Void Creature

Interlude: Void Creature at the Ranch

Part 2: cavities

Part 3: shadows

Part 3.5: shadows part 2

Bez/Marc/Vale

Part 1

MarcMarc

Fluff

Mechanic!Bez AU (Cele/Bez)

Part 1

Oneshots

Soulmate goose au

Bez x Pecco trash talking and in love

Luca x Bezz post-Jerez

First time back at the ranch

[formulaisa]

General Rules

☾⋆⁺₊✧ Some content on this blog is NSFW/18+, so if you're a minor, please avoid interacting with those posts or following this account.

₊✩‧₊˚⋆✧ I will never write smut or create content involving anyone that’s underage. This is non-negotiable and you will be blocked for requesting this.

I'm always open to hearing your thoughts, scenarios, or discussing races! Feel free to send me a message anytime—I'm happy to chat.

☾⋆⁺₊✧ I have my share of drivers I’m not fond of, and you might see posts about it occasionally. However, I don’t spend much time dwelling on hating other drivers/riders. Just know that not every driver/rider is one I enjoy.

₊✩‧₊˚⋆✧ I’m a full-time student, so my posting times and reply speeds can vary. Some answers will be quick, while others might take a little longer—please be patient!

♡˚‧｡⁺₊⋆ I read every ask I receive. Sometimes I’ll answer certain questions faster than others, but it’s never personal. I just tend to be more motivated to talk about specific topics at times.

☾⋆⁺₊✧ This blog is my personal, welcoming space. Any hateful, derogatory, or rude messages will result in a block. Be respectful, and we’ll all get along just fine!

₊✩‧₊˚⋆✧ I'm also interested in talking racing outside of just writing and reading fics. If you have thoughts and would like to discuss that would be great! Please reach out!

requesting rules

— who i write for (f1/f2/f3): oscar piastri, franco colapinto, pepe marti, paul aron, oliver bearman kimi antonelli, jack doohan, alex albon, carlos sainz, liam lawson, dino beganovic, arvid lindblad, zane maloney, jak crawford, and zak o’sullivan

drivers in italics are who i mainly write for, and who i'll give priority to for requests.

— Who i write for (motogp): pedro acosta, jorge martin, marc marquez, pecco bagnaia, marco bezzecchi, enea bastianini, and fabio quartararo

riders in italics are who i mainly write for, and who i'll give priority to for requests.

— who i won't write for: any non-listed f2/f3 drivers, any non-listed  motogp/moto2/moto3 riders, esteban ocon, isack hadjar, yuki tsunoda, pierre gasly, lando norris, george russell, nico hulkenberg, lance stroll, lewis hamilton, charles leclerc

This is flexible, especially with newer drivers/riders entering the grid. If I haven’t explicitly stated that I will or won’t write for  a certain driver/rider and you are unsure, please feel free to reach out and double check with me.

— what i write: fluff, angst, smut, oneshots, blurbs, headcanons, smaus, fem!reader, and most tropes. if you aren't sure about something, feel free to send an ask about it!

— what i won't write: there are a few things I won’t write, and that includes male!reader, pedophilia, suicide, self-harm, physical abuse, rape, any type of assault, eating disorders, homophobia, racism, ableism, non-con, age play, incest, or any other extreme or uncomfortable kinks.

— while i love getting requests, i cannot assure you that i will write what you have asked for. if a request doesn't spark any inspiration, or makes me uncomfortable, it will be deleted from my inbox.

[schumi-nadal]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you @yoellglia, @shambolicchaos and @rafasbiscuits for tagging me (I'm very late, but you're used to it), I love reading your answers and more, I love reading your works, please go on with writing sweeties ♥

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I have eight works but two of them are just translations of two so my works.

Ce que la vie nous prend/What life takes from us (Titanic 1997 & Titanic 2012)

Not just a game (FR)/Not just a game (ENG) (Formula 1 RPF)

I will always believe in you (Tennis RPF)

Caught in the storm (Tennis RPF)

And baby makes three (Tennis RPF)

It's just a bad day, not a bad life (Tennis RPF)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

Wait, I need to do maths? 😫

114859 words if I'm correct and if my phone works 🧐

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I wrote a Titanic fic and a Formula 1 RPF fic an eternity ago (I really need to post the next chapters btw), some Tennis RPF too and I just started writing a MotoGP RPF oneshot.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Not just a game (ENG) - 80 kudos

Caught in the storm - 37 kudos

Not just a game (FR) - 29 kudos

I will always believe in you - 25 kudos

And baby makes three - 18 kudos

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, I always do! I write fics in small fandoms, we are a family so of course i'm answering to everyone! ❤

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Didn't finish it yet but probably: Ce que la vie nous prend/What life takes from us.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I don't know... maybe Caught in the storm. 🤔

8. Do you get hate on fics?

The only hate I get is from me Never, my readers are the best! ❤

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I tried, but I just can't, even if I'm the first one to read smut. 😂

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Well, Ce que la vie nous prend/What life takes from us is a crossover with the Titanic 1997 movie and the Titanic 2012 minseries. But it was not crazy I guess.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope, who would want to steal my garbage? 😂

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes. By myselft. That's it.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but I would love to if someone wants! 👀

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Well, I wrote a lot about Casper and Matteo (Ruudettini) power and at the moment everything is about Fabio and Marc (Mabio supremacy) BUT my all time favorite ship will always be Drarry (yeah, nothing to do with what I'm writing 😭).

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I WILL FINISH MY WORKS IN PROGRESS, IT'S A PROMISE!

16. What are your writing strengths?

Knowing that people enjoy what I'm writing is my biggest strenght 🥰

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I am unpredictable and irregular: a day, I can write 6-7 pages in a row in a few hours and the day after, I'm just staring at a blank page. 🥴

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I love it, I do it in English when I translate my works haha.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

First since I start writing for myself in middle school was a Bleach think. 🤣

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I don't really know, I love my writing for Ce que la vie nous prend/What life takes from us but Not just a game holds a special place in my heart too and I need to finish those works fr. 🤩

Tagging: Nobody, i'm so late doing it so I don't even remember who already did it 😂 but if you want to do it, feel free to tag me!

[djangari]

Oh I have so much things for you... And I need to know what I need to work on to publish first

I'll present you the story/update/ideas and you vote for what you want to see first :3

(1) Magic Au!! Long update too!

(2) Marc slut inspired by the Song Sinner by The last dinnerparty (Yes, it's smut full of dicksucking)

(3) Hitman Au (its the prequel in the style of Mr& Mrs Smith)

(4) gladiator oneshot (cannibalism and very ouch)

(5) Obsession oneshot

(6) Tattoo AU update (little bit of smut)

[the-offside-rule]

25 Days Of Christmas 2024 Masterlist

"In the countdown to Christmas, let joy be our guide,

With tales of your favourites, we’ll share far and wide.

Each day brings a story, a glimpse of their heart,

From races to goals, where passion plays a part.

With hearts full of hope and dreams on the line,

These stories unfold, their spirits entwined.

So join in the fun as we write and we cheer,

For 25 days of magic, the season is here!"

Day 1 Pedro Acosta (KTM) - Sweet Tooth

Day 2 Pau Cubarsí (FCBarcelona) - Sorpresa

Day 3 Lando Norris (McLaren) - Paddock Pup

Day 4 Alonso Lopez (Speed Up) - Lights

Day 5 Jude Bellingham (Real Madrid) - Baking Challenge

Day 6 Franco Colapinto (Williams) - Surprise?

Day 7 Fermín Aldeguer (Ducati) - Na'tree'al Selection

Day 8 - Mason Mount (Manchester United) - Drunken Dancing

Day 9 - Liam Lawson (VCARB) - Secret Santa

Day 10 - Fabio Quartararo (Yamaha) - Blizzard

Day 11 - Leandro Trossard (Arsenal) - Inconvenience

Day 12 - Pato O'Ward (Arrow McLaren) - The Skater and the Indycar Driver

Day 13 - Marc Marquez (Gresini) - Santa Tell Me

Day 14 - Marc Guiu (Chelsea) - Battleground

Day 15 - Jack Doohan (Alpine) - Timezone

Day 16 - Enea Bastianini (Ducati) - Just You & I

Day 17 - Ruben Dias (Manchester City) - Wrap It Up

Day 18 - Max Verstappen (Red Bull Racing) - Turbo

Day 19 - Paul Aron (Alpine) - Under The Lights With You

Day 20 - Trent Alexander - Arnold (Liverpool) - Interrupted

Day 21 - Carlos Sainz jr (Williams) - That Stupid Elf

Day 22 - Charles Leclerc (Scuderia Ferrari) - Assignments

Day 23 - Oscar Piastri (McLaren) - Hot Whiskey

Day 24 - Lance Stroll (Aston Martin) - Happy Hanukkah

Day 25 - Pablo Gavi (FCBarcelona) - Ugly Sweater

Christmas: From The Vault

Sam & Dean Winchester (Supernatural) - Merry Christmas, Kid

Marcello Hernandez (SNL) - 12 Grapes

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[scrollonso]

Untitled 2 — Marcmarc

Logically speaking, it doesn't make much sense. Marc is literally his boyfriend.

But there's still that nagging voice, that feeling in his stomach that has persisted since the time he was old enough to know about the pleasures that come with touching oneself. There's that desperate need for self preservation. There's still that guilt.

“I'm going to the bathroom,” Marco says, trying his best not to sound suspicious as he stands from the living room couch.

Marc playfully kicks at the back of Marco's shin as he passes in front of him. “Want me to pause it?” he asks.

Marco shakes his head. “Nah, I think that ice cream I had earlier is catching up to me. I might be gone for a while.”

Marc makes a funny face. “Gross.”

Marco forces a laugh before he's down the hall, locking himself in the bathroom.

Marc's has always been attractive, that's a fact that's completely undeniable. Marco isn't even usually a love-at-first-sight kind of guy, but he remembers the very moment he first laid eyes on Marc. Not to be dramatic, but the feeling could only be akin to staring directly at a sun parting gray clouds. Or maybe the feeling of finally surfacing from beneath an oppressive wave in the deep ocean. After dating for a year and a half, and now finally living together, one might think the shattering infatuation would eventually simmer down. But it's been quite the opposite if one were to ask Marco how he feels about the whole ordeal. If anything, the infatuation has become worse.

The guilt burns beneath his skin as he loosens the drawstring of his shorts, pushing the waistband down to his mid-thighs. He can still hear the muffled sounds of the corny action flick playing in the background. Good, Marco thinks, it'll serve as the perfect distraction.

Marco knows feeling horny is normal. It's taken a good amount of years to rewire his brain in terms of not feeling completely guilty about wanting to touch himself. But his history with the church obviously must still have some form of hold over him, because he still can't bring himself to tell Marc about when he gets this way. Or rather, all the times he gets this way. Which seems to be damn near every day at this point.

Being horny for your boyfriend when you live apart is one thing. But living under the same roof has Marco feeling like his skin is constantly on fire. All thoughts that consume his mind is just how badly he wants Marc's hands on him, everywhere, at all times of day. Is he becoming some sick sex addict? Or maybe it's his brain making up for all the years of being sexually stunted. Whatever the case, he just can't bring himself to tell Marc about every single time he has sexually depraved thoughts about the man. So he makes up for it like this, hiding in the bathroom to get himself off.

He bites the hem of his shirt to keep himself quiet as he slips two fingers inside. He's already so wet that he doesn't need to wait. It's quite pathetic, actually, the way this has become so easy for him.

He closes his eyes and imagines that it's Marc's fingers stretching him full. He imagines that it's Marc's thumb grazing his clit, driving him insane.

He moans quietly around the hem of his t-shirt, spit beginning to soak the fabric as he desperately rolls his hips to the image in his mind.

And on the other side of the bathroom door, just a few feet away is Marc, none the wiser, dressed in a simple pair of loose-fitting shorts and a white tank top. The outfit had been so unassuming, something completely normal to wear on a hot summer day. Yet here Marco is fingering himself in the guest bathroom of their shared apartment because he can't get his brain to stop thinking like a horny teenager.

He picks up the pace, adjusting his stance as he plunges his fingers into his drooling cunt. He pictures Marc fucking him from behind, he can almost feel Marc's hands gripping against his waist, and the tickle of Marc's stubble against the back of his neck.

He should probably just walk out of the bathroom and let Marc know he wants his dick right now. But how ridiculous would that sound?

“Hey, Marc. I know we're in the middle of watching cars explode and bad guys getting their heads blown off, but I'm really turned on right now. Let's fuck.”

No way, there has to be some level of decorum.

When he finally cums a few minutes later, the post-nut clarity is enough to humiliate him even without the haunting echoes of some past preacher going on about the sanctity of sex. Yikes.

It's gotten bad. It's gotten really bad. They're in the middle of having dinner with Marc's parents when the sudden need overcomes him again. It's ridiculous, really. Not a single thing about the situation is sexy in the slightest, but Marc's parents are going on about the antics Marc would get himself into when he was a teenager and suddenly Marco has this deep feeling of 'wow, this is the man I'm in love with and I'm learning about this part of him that existed before I knew him and I really want to keep him in my life and I really need him inside of me.'

That's the thought that has Marco awkwardly excusing himself to the bathroom, yet again.

He closes the door quickly, doubly making sure the door is locked behind him before he's fumbling with the buckle of his belt.

He doesn't even need to slide his fingers inside this time, that's how bothered he is. He coats his fingers good and well with saliva before rubbing against his clit in fast circular motions, mindful of the noises he makes.

If God hasn't judged him before, He's for sure judging him now. Your boyfriend's parents are down the hall and you can't keep yourself together for just one night?

He cums ridiculously fast to the point that it almost startles him, leaking over the palm of his hand and into the lining of his briefs. He can only laugh at himself when he struggles to quickly wipe the cum from the fabric of his clothes.

When he finally flushes the toilet paper and washes his hands as thoroughly as he can, he can only hope the timing of it all hadn't been too suspicious.

He should've anticipated this. Four months of living under the same roof, he was bound to eventually get caught.

The thing is, neither of them are really that fond of the kitchen. As much as it strains their wallets, eating out is usually the go-to. Especially when they're both exhausted from long days of work.

But for whatever reason, today Marc had wanted to pretend he was some gourmet chef cooking up the finest steak meal he could muster. And really, who was Marco to say no? It's not like he was any good in the kitchen.

He'd been watching Marc throw down from the bar of their kitchen counter, and there had just been something about the image of it all – the concentration set between Marc's brows, the flex of his arms under his black tee, the way his fingers moved with a sense of skill that Marco just never could gather when it came to cooking – it was all too much. Something primal pooled in Marc's stomach, a flame flickering beneath his skin. A sense of deep possession overcame him. My man, my man, he's really all mine.

But Marc was setting the plates after so much work that he'd put in. And Marco wasn't going to make this nasty. At least not in front of the man.

“I'll be right back,” Marc said.

Before Marc could ask where he's going, Marco was already down the hall, locking the bathroom door behind himself.

He really couldn't get his pants down fast enough. His fingers fumbled with the buckle of his belt, struggling to pull it free of the loop. When he finally managed to get his pants down to his ankles, he awkwardly stumbled out of them, nearly tripping as he kneeled down to reach beneath the cabinet sink in search of something secret he'd hidden there about a week ago.

He found it right where he'd stashed it, behind a basket of spare toilet paper and tucked between miscellaneous cleaners. It was packed in a small box, small enough to blend in with the bathroom supplies and go unnoticed by his boyfriend in the event that he'd ever go exploring for something beneath their guest bathroom sink.

The hidden item in question? A vibrator.

Yes, that's how ridiculous this has gotten. Like some sort of nicotine fiend who hides their pack of smokes behind a windowsill so as not to get caught by their parents, Marco is hiding his vibrator.

It's pretty unassuming, small enough to fit into the palm of his hand with a satisfactory, pink bulbous head. He rinsed it off quickly before putting it to his mouth to generously coat the thing with saliva.

When it was soaked well enough, he wasted no time bringing it to his pussy, spreading his legs and sliding the head of the vibrator between his slit. His cunt was already clenching, wetting itself from the contact of the vibrator, and Marco could only imagine it as Marc's cock that got him this way. He closed his eyes, breath growing deep and rapid as he worked to get himself off quickly, pushing the vibrator through his folds and teasing against his clit.

Heat coiled in his stomach. His thighs shook as he balanced himself, leaning back against the sink. When he finally pushed the vibrator inside, he pictured Marc sliding into him. He pictured Marc fucking him on the kitchen counter, not caring to knock over the delicious meal he'd just slaved away making. He pictured Marc kissing him hungrily, one fist tight in his hair and the other gripping Marco's thigh, holding him open and taking whatever he needed from Marco regardless of how prepared Marco was for the size of his cock.

Marco gasped, trying his best to stay quiet as he rolled his hips, plunging the vibrator into himself at a fast, even pace.

He felt himself getting so close already. So close to reaching the edge that he began to feel dizzy. He sunk down further, widening his legs even more. The angle allowed the toy to push into him further, not as deep as he knew Marc could get but deep enough to have Marco's stomach tightening in pleasure nonetheless.

“Marc,” he cried, head leaning back and knocking against the sink's cabinet door. He was far too lost to even care.

He pressed the vibrator all the way in, to the hilt. With his thumb, he found the switch to turn it on, setting it to a medium speed and holding it there, pressing it up at an angle that set his nerves on fire. With his free hand, he drew lazy circles against his clit, making his jaw drop in a silent moan.

This was it, he was really nearing his end now. He imagined Marc ruining him on the counter. He imagined Marc's thick fingers working over his clit, making Marco's cunt drool over the linoleum and pool onto the wood flooring beneath them.

“Like that?” Marc would ask, voice tight and strained with pleasure.

“Yes, yes... fuck. Right there, perfect. Right there!”

Marco's walls tightened, his head swam with pleasure. His thumb slides the vibrator up to high, and he's right there, right on the edge. So close. So, so close. And–

Presently, a loud thud bangs against the bathroom wall.

Marco's eyes shoot open to find the bathroom door wide open and Marc standing before him, eyes blown wide in shock. Marco yelps in embarrassment, almost crying as he quickly pulls his legs shut. The vibrator slips from his cunt, falling heavy to the bathroom floor and tumbling across the dark wood towards Marc's feet.

“Marc!” The fear has Marco speaking before his brain can catch up to what's happening.

He'd been caught. How could he have forgotten to lock the bathroom door? That was so damn stupid.

“Shit, sorry,” Marc stutters. He steps back awkwardly. “I thought– I heard you making noises. Sorry, I thought you were hurt in here or…”

Marco stands up fully on shaking legs, trying to step back into his pants. Slick is dribbling down his inner thighs but he feels far too humiliated to do anything about how uncomfortable it feels. The vibrator is still buzzing at Marc's feet. Marc's face looks pale.

So this is how it ends, huh? Marc finding out that his boyfriend has become nothing but a sex addict who can't keep himself in check long enough to even have a simple dinner? God had warned about lust, the potential ruin it could have on people's lives. Marco had tried to put that all behind himself, but maybe he was finally facing his damnation.

“I'm sorry,” Marco cries.

He makes for the door, ready to run off and hide himself in their bedroom because, really, he doesn't think he can face this right now. But before he can get past Marc's position outside the bathroom door, Marc's hand is grabbing him and holding him in place.

“Woah, hold up,” Marc says.

And thankfully, he doesn't sound angry. Despite the wave of prickly heat beneath Marco's skin, he can at least feel okay that Marc doesn't seem upset. But is the look of confusion he holds on his face completely better?

“What's this all about?” Marc asks. He picks the vibe off the floor. Marco cringes internally as the thing keeps buzzing resiliently, covered in the sheen of his slick.

“I'm–” Truthfully, Marco isn't even sure what to say.

“Your cooking made me horny,” didn't exactly sound like a reasonable answer.

“I didn't know you were into toys. Were you hiding this from me? I wouldn't judge, you know?”

Oh, that's what he thinks this is about? Hiding toys?

To be fair, Marc has never used toys with him in the bedroom before. Most of their sex has been pretty vanilla, and really it's never bothered Marco. Quite the opposite, even. Marc has always made him feel good. And that's the issue. Maybe it's all too good. Too good to the point that all his body craves is sex. It was almost terrifying when Marco finally ordered that vibrator online after having it sit in his cart for weeks debating on buying it. And the fact that he'd had the package delivered to his personal P.O. Box instead of letting it show up at their apartment's doorstep? It's gotta be considered some level of deranged at this point.

Marco stammers, “No, it's not the toy… it's me.”

He takes the vibrator from Marc's hand, wondering if maybe he should just throw the thing away.

“What do you mean?” Marc asks. “Are you okay?”

Marco is silent as he turns back to the bathroom sink. The vibrator's box is sitting on the counter, open and mocking. Marco fumbles to put the toy back inside.

“Marco, what's going on?”

Marc places a hand over Marco's. It stays there, and Marco isn't sure if he should run or stay still until Marc lets him go.

“Talk to me,” Marc says, voice soothing. “If somethings wrong, let me help you. I'm just kind of lost here.”

“I'm really sorry,” Marco apologizes yet again, to Marc, to himself. The whole situation makes Marco feel dizzy and off kilter.

Marc looks at him, eyes softening. He slides the box from Marco's grip, placing it gently on the bathroom counter. He takes a step closer to Marco, still holding his hand.

“What are you saying sorry for?” Marc asks. “Seriously, what's going on?”

Marco takes a deep breath, trying to find the right words. If this is going to be his demise, he may as well get it over with now. "I... I can't stop thinking about you. About us. All the time.” Marco sinks down to the floor, legs nearly giving out from the anxiety of it all.

“What do you mean?” Marc lowers after him.

“I don't know, it's like I'm constantly on fire, and I feel so guilty about it. I guess I grew up being told that these feelings were wrong, and now... living with you... constantly feeling turned on, it's overwhelming."

Marc's expression softens even more as he listens. “You're saying you feel guilty about sex?” He asks.

Marco rakes a nervous hand through his sweaty curls, feeling frustrated at how ridiculous it sounds to hear himself say all of this out loud.

“Yes… and no. Not exactly about sex. I guess, the constant need for it? Like, it just feels wrong,” he tries to explain, but even he feels like it makes very little sense.

Marc pulls Marco into a gentle hug, holding him close. "Marco, it's okay to want to have sex. We're together, I think it's natural to have feelings like that. I mean, trust me,” Marc laughs. “I think about having sex with you too. There's absolutely nothing wrong with you. And I don't want you to feel like you have to hide anything from me. Ever."

Marco leans against Marc's shoulder, feeling the weight of his guilt start to lift, slightly.

"Sorry,” Marco mutters. “I guess I'm just scared you'll think I'm some kind of sex addict or... or that you'll get tired of me."

Marc pulls back slightly, just enough to look into Marco's eyes. "I love you, Marco. All of you. I promise if there's anything that's upsetting you, I want to work through it together. And I hope you'd want the same for me too, right? We shouldn't hide things like this from each other.”

Marco stays silent for a moment, taking in what Marc has to say. It should be that simple. Maybe he's overthinking it. If Marc had come to him with a “Hey, Marco, I constantly think about you when I jack off,” Marco knows wouldn't have judged Marc for it, so why is it so hard to give himself the same level of grace?

He lets out a shuddered breath, trying to get the tightness in his chest to go away completely. With Marc's hand in his, it helps.

“Thank you, Marc. I love you too.”

“Of course.” Marco slightly nudges Marco's rib with his elbow, his face easing into a smile. “I mean, how could you resist someone as cool and sexy as me?”

Marco laughs, pulling his hand from Marc'd to playfully swat at him. “Shut up,” he says, not an ounce of malice in his voice.

Marc pulls him closer again, kissing his cheek before standing, holding out a hand to help Marco up off the bathroom floor. “I guess the dinner I made is going to have to go cold for a while,” he says.

He grabs the vibrator box from the counter, turning the thing in his hand as looks over the label.

“What do you mean?” Marco asks.

Marc looks at him with a mischievous grin. “Well, aren't you interested in finishing up what you started here?”

Oh!

It takes Marc's fingers only a few strokes to get Marco ready again. And Marco, who's still grossly wet from previous endeavors, has very little time to feel embarrassed about it before Marc's tongue is already where he needs it most.

“Oh my god,” Marco gasps, head lolling back against the pillow beneath him.

His hand finds the crown of Marc's head, gripping tight in his hair to ground himself as he angles his hips upwards. His breath goes shaky as Marc's tongue teases at his entrance, dipping in only slightly, enough to have Marco's hole drooling in anticipation.

“Please,” Marco begs.

Marc squeezes his clit gently, catching it again and again as Marco's body trembles with oversensitivity. When Marc's tongue slides up to warm his clit, Marco's body is reacting all on its own, fist clenching in Marc's hair and knee jerking up against his side. Marc groans into his cunt, using one hand to push Marco's leg aside and hold him open at full display.

“Sorry,” Marco breathes.

Marc hums in return, the heat of his breath melting Marco to his core. It's moments like this when Marco really feels insane, letting go of all his convictions and letting Marc take control of his body. It's nice to let his mind slip, muddled in a fog of pleasure. It makes him feel hot all over and wonderfully weightless.

“Feels good,” Marco says, shutting his eyes.

Marc's lips wrap around his clit, sucking softly and kissing against it, longingly and desperately like it's his long-lost lover. It brings tears to Marco's eyes. He feels them rolling down his cheeks, but he's too lost in how good it all feels to wipe them away.

Marco loses the ability to control his moans completely when Marc's fingers push inside. He works them expertly, sliding them with a satisfying ease from Marco's wetness. The vibrator had felt great, but this feeling is unmatched. The way Marc eats him is akin to devout worship. Marvo can feel him in a way that a toy couldn't replicate, fingers crooked in at just the right angle, exactly where Marco needs them to be.

Marco bites his lip, trying to control himself not to come too quickly, but he doesn't really have to because Marc knows him all too well. As Marco nearly reaches his climax, Marc's tongue slightly pulls away, lapping against Marco's clit at a slower pace. Unhurriedly, like he has all the time in the world.

Marco finally swallows the spit that had built up, opening his eyes to protest, meeting Marc's heated gaze from between his thighs.

“Don't tease me,” Marco begs.

Marc fully pulls away with a grin. “Oh, don't like that?”

“Not when I'm so close.”

Marc licks his lips before moving up to sit on his knees. From this angle, Marco can see just how hard Marc is. The full mast of his cock standing at attention making Marco's cunt throbs at the image.

“Marc, I really need you inside,” Marco says.

Possession overcomes him again, that same feeling he had watching Marc cook for him in the kitchen earlier. He pulls Marc into a kiss, uncoordinated and full of teeth. Marc moans into his mouth, gripping Marco's waist to pull him down and flip them over.

Marco renegotiates himself, pushing his legs up to straddle Marc's waist as their mouths move together hungrily. Marco doesn't even care that he can hardly breathe.

Marc's cock slides against Marco's ass, streaking his skin in wet, sticky precum. He wiggles his hips, pushing his ass against Marc's stiffness, finding satisfaction in the way Marc seems to be losing it too, his breath becoming more labored, mouth falling open and saliva spilling down his chin.

“Now you're the one teasing me,” Marc murmurs.

Marco smiles against Marc's lips, but doesn't break their sloppy kiss.

Marc's hands slide down his sides. He grips Marco's ass, kneading harshly into the meat of it, holding Marco in place as he adjusts his hips. His cock slides between Marco's cheeks as he cants his hips upwards, in long fluid strokes. Then he's lifting Marco up higher before settling him down over his cock slowly, pushing himself up to breach Marco's hole.

The fit of it has Marco groaning, drooling over Marc's lips.

“Fuck, you're not wearing a condom,” Marco notes, but doesn't make a move to stop anything from going forward.

Marc forces Marco down to the base, where they finally become fully connected. They both pant in unison, unmoving. Giving themselves a moment to adjust to their new position.

Marco sits up, balancing himself by placing his hands on Marc's chest. Marc's cheeks are flushed red and he has this misty, half-lidded gaze that's got Marco feeling butterflies deep in his stomach. Along with Marc's dick.

“You're so beautiful,” Marco says.

Marc's lips ease into a grin and he laughs, reaching up to cup Marco's face. “You're one to talk, sweet boy,” he says, low and breathless.

Marco pulls Marc's hand away from his cheek to kiss the inside of his palm.

“I love you,” Marco says.

“C'mere.”

Marc pulls him down to bring their lips together again, and this time it's less rushed. A soft peck leading into a nice, languid kiss. Marc's hand slides up to the nape of Marco's neck, guiding Marco deeper into the kiss. It makes Marco's thoughts slow. Marc hums softly when Marco nibbles at his lower lip.

Slowly, Marco begins rocking himself in Marc's lap, rolling his hips and lightly lifting himself on Marc's cock. He feels so full this way, he almost wishes Marc could stay inside of him like this forever.

Marc grips Marco's waist with both hands to help him balance, allowing Marco to take what he wants.

Marco sits up, leaning his head back to give himself more leverage to fully move his hips. He rises higher, beginning to ease into a faster pace. And Marc watches him ride, eyes soft with affection.

Heat coils in Marco's lower abdomen, and he feels his cunt tighten around Marc's cock inside of him. The heat spreads over him, then through his limbs. It's like his body is melting all at once.

“Ah– ahh,” Marco moans, bringing his fingers to his clit as he rocks himself in Marc's lap.

“That's it, baby,” Marc says. His hand slides up to thumb against Marco's pierced nipple, rolling the bud and metal beneath his fingertip. “Keep going like that. You feel so good.”

The speed increases, the wet between them becomes disgustingly loud. The room becomes hot with the labor of their panting bodies, moving in tandem, skin slapping against skin.

“God, I'm so close,” Marco gasps, closing his eyes and massaging his clit faster.

“Cum for me. You're so pretty, baby. Make yourself cum on my cock,” Marc says, voice sending a pleasant wave of heat though Marco's tired muscles.

The heat makes Marco's cunt tighten then relax as a wave of intense, white pleasure washes through him. He chokes through a sob on his release, thighs trembling and nearly giving out.

“Marc, Fuck,” he cries, body going rigid as he finally cums.

Marc fucks into him, fast, chasing his own orgasm soon after. The heat of Marc's cum fills him and it's the first time in a long while that he and Marc have fucked without a condom. The feeling of being coated on the inside with Marc's fluids makes Marco feel wonderfully euphoric. He sighs happily, riding out the rest of Marc's orgasm before he falls forward against Marc's chest. He buries his face against Marco's neck, kissing there and rolling his hips lazily to milk Marc's cock for all he can.

After a while, Marc's moans turn into overstimulated grunts.

“Fuck, that's enough, baby” Marc breathes, rolling them over and letting his cock slide from Marco's hole.

He feels Marc's cum spilling between his legs, soaking the sheets beneath them. It's not exactly comfortable, but Marc's lips are on his again and that's enough of a distraction.

Their kissing goes on and on until Marco is genuinely feeling lightheaded, like he just might pass out. He pulls away with an airy laugh, cupping Marc's cheek to look at him.

Marc looks just as fucked out as Marco feels, but he too has a smile on his face.

“What's so funny?” Marc asks.

“Nothing,” Marco says. “I just remembered our food is going cold.”

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[marquez-junky8920]

You know me I’m gonna request it. Riding Marc’s bike with him leading to making love on the bike 😉😏your awesome btw!! When is new content to be expected?🥰

Alright alright ladies and gents... In honor of Marc getting second place last weekend, behold

✨My Comeback✨

Bike Love

'Amore!' Marc shouted from the closet upstairs.

'Yes?' You hummed out from the kitchen. Just as you turned around from the sink you saw him jogging down the stairs in his armor jacket and gloves, helmet in hand.

'Wanna be my backpack today? It's been a while since we've taken a ride together.' He set his helmet on the counter and wrapped his gloved hand around your waist to pull you closer to him. You smiled and kissed his lips.

'I'd love to. Do you know where my jacket and boots are?'

'I think they're still in the closet. Near where my jacket was.'

'I'll be right back. Don't run off without me.'

'I would never.' He laughed at the playful glare you shot at him as he smacked your ass while you walked away. Getting to the closet, you quickly located your jacket, boots, helmet, and gloves. You got dressed as quickly as you could and made your way down the stairs and into the garage where Marc was waiting for you. His helmet was already on and when he turned his head to look at you, you felt your knees buckle. Something about him in a helmet just made you absolutely melt. Especially when he nodded his head at you like he did just now.

'Wanna take a ride?' He asked cheekily.

'What's it cost pretty boy?'

'Free of charge. Although we can negotiate favors when we get home.' He winked at you and threw his leg over the bike before revving the engine to life.

'You got yourself a deal. This better not be a cheap ride though.'

'I promise I'll make it worth your while.'

You put your foot on the back peg and swung yourself to be perched behind him. Your arms naturally went around his waist as he moved the kickstand up and pulled out of the garage and onto the road. You missed the feeling of the wind and the quiet of a bike ride with him. Life had been getting in the way so much recently between work, family, and bills that you'd sort of lost touch with the simple things in life. Starting with a couples bike ride.

'Having fun?' You heard in your ear suddenly and jumped slightly.

'Jesus... You scared me. I forgot that we have these things now.' You spoke back, laughing when you heard his laugh fill your helmet. He'd invested in some 2-way communication sets to install in your helmets so that you could talk to each other. It was probably one of the best purchases he'd made.

'Yes, I am having fun. I missed this. Just us two and the road.' You sighed, looking at the sudden wide open spaces around you. Mountains, blue skies, sun shining, and perfect temperatures.

'It has been a while. I missed you.' He admitted, letting go of one of the handlebars and grabbing hold of your hand wrapped around him. You squeezed his fingers lightly before his hand went to rest on your knee for a moment.

'Where are we even going?'

'I figured we could grab a late breakfast and just go home afterwards. Nothing too fancy.'

'God... I get a ride free of charge AND breakfast? You're spoiling me.'

'You're paying me back later, little lady. Don't think you're getting off easy.' You could practically hear the smirk in his voice. It was almost like his dirty mind was playing out right in front of you.

'I see how it is. You only like me for my blowjobs.' His helmet nodded and his shoulders shrugged before he retorted.

'Among many other things, yes. Absolutely. No questions asked.'

'You are so unbelievable.' You chuckled to yourself before just holding on for the rest of the ride.

Breakfast was fairly quiet. It was just the 2 of you in the small diner and you'd been sat next to a window with a perfect view of the mountains. He held your hand across the table the entire time and you caught him every now and then just staring at you. Like he was doing right now.

'Why do you keep staring at me? Do I have something on my face?' You asked.

'Not at all. I just like looking at my woman. Is that a crime?' He raised a playful eyebrow as he brought your hand up to kiss it. You felt your cheeks start to flush slightly.

'I suppose not.' You smiled shyly at him.

'I love you.' He said softly, still rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand.

'I love you.'

'You ready to go?' He asked.

'Yeah. Although I think I may need to unbutton my pants when I sit on the bike. I have a food baby.' You groaned, getting up from the table and patting your stomach.

'Boy or girl?' He laughed.

'We're keeping it a secret until the birth. I think it's a girl though.' You rubbed your stomach before his hand followed suit.

'Congratulations.' He smiled a smile that reached his eyes before he put his helmet back on. You got on the back of the bike and held on as he drove you home. Believe it or not, you were so full and so comfortable leaning onto his back that you began to fall asleep a little bit.

'Wake up love. You gotta hang on.' You heard Marc's voice through the comms.

'Mm... I'm so sleepy. How much longer?'

'Like 3 more minutes. You can make it.' He coaxed, rubbing his hand on your knee again. What seemed like an eternity later, he pulled up into the garage and closed the door before turning the bike off. He put the kickstand out and allowed you to get off first before he did the same. You both took your helmets, jackets, and gloves off and just as you went to turn around and walk inside to put everything away, Marc grabbed your arm and pulled you back to him. You giggled and suddenly didn't feel so tired anymore...

'Hey there gorgeous.' He bit his lip as his rough hand wandered down to grip at your ass. He was closely in tune to how your body pushed further into his touch and you craned your neck up to kiss him.

'Payment so early? I thought I'd have some time to get some lingerie on to give you a double payment.' You were so close to his mouth that you were sure he could feel your breath fanning his face as he smirked. He looked like a tiger hunting its prey with the look he was giving you.

'What's the point of that if I'm just going to rip it off of you anyway?' He lilted, going down to kiss your neck as he leaned back on his bike and taking you with him.

'I-it's fun, that's the point.' You sighed, leaning your head back to give him more access as your fingers gripped the backs of his arms.

'Mm... This is better though.' He whispered, unzipping your jeans and slowly teasing the line of your panties. He snaked his fingers inside your lace panties and rubbed light circles onto your clit. 'Don't you think?' He chuckled. You couldn't form a response as your knees buckled underneath you and a moan caught in your throat.

'I think you agree princess.' He said in a low voice that made the puddle between your legs that much worse. A moan was finally drawn from your lips when his long fingers entered inside of you and curled repeatedly. Before you could say anything, Marc had you both turned around where you were leaning back on the bike and he was pinning you between him and the leather seat that you used to support yourself.

'Oh god... I love your fingers so much.' You moaned, bringing your leg up to wrap around his waist. This was oddly attractive what he was doing - taking you over his bike like this. Never in a million years would you have thought that you'd be turned on by such a minute thing, but here you were, legs spread, his hand in your jeans, and your fingers unzipping his jeans to find his already hard cock. You gripped him and slowly began stroking him underneath his boxers, enjoying the way that his lip made its way between his perfect teeth.

'Faster.' He growled in your ear, speeding up his fingers on your clit just as your hand increased its pace. His hips began to thrust in time with your hand before he took his hand from in your jeans and grabbed your throat to bring you into a searing kiss.

'Turn around for me.' he whispered just loud enough for you to hear even though it was only the two of you in the entire house. You obeyed of course. Who wouldn't say yes to Marc Marquez telling them to turn around? You would've been stupid not to.

Marc's hands were quick in their efforts to pull your jeans just enough down your legs to where he had full access to what he wanted most. You heard him pull down his jeans as well before you jolted forward lightly at the feel of his tip running through your soaked folds.

'You look so fucking beautiful.' He sighed out, running a hand up your back and to your hair before grabbing a fistful and pulling you back just as he slammed himself inside you. He wasted no time in thrusting inside of you and setting the pace as hard and fast.

'Oh fuck! Right there right there!' You chanted, reaching behind you to grab at his hip as he continued to pound into you. His grunts and your moans filled the garage and to be quite honest, neither of you cared if the neighbors heard.

'Yeah? You like my dick, don't you?' He smirked into your ear and bit your neck lightly as a moan squeaked out from you. 'Say it. Tell me you love my dick.' He said, spanking you to emphasis his point.

'Ah! Yes I love y-you dick, oh my god yes!' You whined out as his fingers roughly played with your clit again. He was a man on a mission right now and he would stop at nothing until you were falling apart for him.

'I want you to cum. Can you do that for me amore, hm? Be daddy's little girl?' He hummed into your ear, his hot breath sending the best kinds of chills down your spine.

'Mmm yes!'

'Good girl. Now cum for daddy.' He groaned, feeling you tighten around him and your legs begin to shake as his fingers never stopped their relentless circles on your clit. 'Fuck you're so tight...' He grunted, hips stuttering and slamming into you one last time before he pulled out and got you on your knees to cum in your mouth. Seeing you on your knees and waiting for him to cum in your mouth was one of his favorite views ever. He didn't even have to do anything since your mouth took control and you hollowed out your cheeks as he released inside your mouth. Swallowing everything he had to offer, you tenderly sucked him for a few more seconds before placing one last kiss on his tip and taking his hand that he offered to help you stand up. Your arms went around his shoulders and he cocked his head sideways a little bit as if he was thinking.

'Hey, question... Is that lingerie option still on the table? I had dinner, now I want my dessert.' He said, that predatory gaze right back in his eyes.

'Give me 5 minutes and dessert will be served in bed.' You winked, kissing his lips before pulling your jeans back up and walking inside. Before you closed the garage door behind you, you looked over your shoulder to tell him something that you knew would make him crazy.

'And baby?'

'Hm?'

'Make sure to grab the whipped cream from the fridge. I'd hate to see a good dessert go to waste without a little whipped cream.'

END

[wolfinakut0]

CHAMPAGNE AND PAPARAZZI -

Marc Márquez

friends to lovers where you run into some shower problems and have to use Marc’s

3k words

warnings: NSFW, slight choking, terribly written smut, oral (m receiving), bad Spanish, dirty talk

You had known Marc for quite some time, the both of you really close friends, there was this unspoken bond you two had. You were each others partners in crime, going along with every stupid idea the other had and getting yourselves in trouble one time or the other.

Like that time the two of you were caught, instead of being at the mandatory press conference, “borrowing” the team scooters and conducting a very serious race on track, going a whopping 30 mph top speed down the straights.

Or the time the two of you snuck out of physical training for an early morning swim at the seaside in Qatar. Wherever the two of you’d be, there’d be trouble. And the media loved it. Not only because of the constant rumours that you two had something going on, which the both of you, unbeknownst to the other, secretly wished were true, but also because of the stupid things you two’d start.

There had obviously been some tension going on between the two of you neither could deny, stolen glances across the paddock, a bit of flirting during press events or lingering touches when no one was looking. But there wasn’t anything serious going on, although you were close neither of you would admit anything or make a move. Scared you might misinterpret anything or just think too much into it. However to the others it was painfully obvious, you both had been pining for each other but were too dense to notice.

Today that wasn’t really one of your concerns though, the race day in Jerez taking up all of your concentration. You weren’t in the GP just to fuck around and cause trouble, you were there to win. You were sure the only reason you didn’t get house arrest for your ridiculous PR stunts was because you were still giving results and the press went wild over it.

The heat was almost unbearable, you tried to keep your focus on what was ahead, winning in Jerez to get ahead in the championship. Your standings were already great, but being able to get ahead and build a bit of distance would cement your position. The race was an adrenaline filled endeavour, after the riders in Moto3 were penalised to take one long lap after the other, and the Moto2 couldn’t really keep their bikes on track either, it was obvious this race needed you to be on top of your game. Being in Motogp you and the others obviously still were way ahead skill wise and their results couldn’t compare to you guys’, however with how fast you’d lose grip with this heat on the tires you still had to be careful. Lap after lap the race went good, some people going down due to a loss of grip or some cocky overtake resulting in contact between two riders and thus a crash, but that didn’t really concern you, your pace was really good so far. You were way ahead, building more distance each time you passed the finish line - This time however you weren’t all alone, a tussle between the podium so to speak, Marc and Fabio close behind. While the other two were constantly battling for dominance, you stayed focused on your line. There was no margin for error, a small mistake could cost you your standing, but despite that you kept your cool, taking each corner as precise and close as possible, no mistakes, no track limits or cocky miscalculations. The race stayed exciting till the very second you guys crossed the checkered line. “Y/n P1, P1!!”

You felt euphoric, you did it, and now it would be time to celebrate. After taking your victory lap, standing on the pegs, your country's flag loosely tied around your shoulders, you went to take the podium. You went to celebrate with your team, them patting your helmet and whatever else they could reach as the other two rolled in beside you and got off their bikes too. You felt Marc's arms sneak around you in celebration, lifting you up so you sat on his shoulder, your hands up in the air.

Now you guys were quickly hurried to the podium, Marc coming in close second to you. Your fingers still tingling from the bike's vibrations, your whole body feeling as if you were on fire. You stepped on the balcony, watching as the third and second place took their podium, finally it was your turn to step up onto the podium, walking on stage, after the other two, as you made your way to the middle step, first place. You could barely contain your excitement, looking over the equally excited crowd beneath. You were beaming as your national anthem boomed through the speakers and you knew what was to come next. Along with the Spanish summer came this incredible heat and the champagne you were about to get was just the right solution to that. Glancing to you left and right you noticed the two next to you had the top part of their leathers hanging from their hips, Marc wearing his base layer underneath - what a shame. Still, you were finally allowed to celebrate with the champagne. You popped the cork and began spraying the other two, them covering you in champagne as well, with everyone now covered in it, hair dripping and all it was a nice cool sensation.

You took the comically large bottle up to your head and decided to take a nice sip, distracted, Marc however took the opportunity to get back at you for soaking him completely, swiftly pulling open the zipper of your leathers and draining his champagne inside, you now soaked to the bone. “You asshole!” You shout-laughed and tried pushing him off of his step.

-

After your little tussle on the podium all you wanted was to get out of your leathers and take a nice, relaxing shower. Back in your Motorhome you quickly peeled yourself out of the soaked leather, already feeling 10 pounds lighter and turned on your shower. However, much to your dismay, although there seemed to at least be some water coming out if it, it was ice cold and definitely not really fit to shower in - shit. What now? Getting to the hotel to shower wasn’t really an option so you had to think of something else.

In a panic you wrapped yourself in a towel and grabbed your phone, desperately trying to reach the one guy you'd ask to use his shower. After frantically texting him you stared at your screen, your heart pounding in your chest.

You couldn’t just quickly put on something, still sticky and wet from the champagne, standing there in just a towel and Marc wouldn’t answer. What now? You had seen Marc get into his trailer earlier so you were sure he must still be in there, maybe he had his phone on silent?

“Ah fuck it” You huffed, deciding to push your luck today, his traler wasn’t too far from yours so you were sure no one would see you sneaking over to hopefully be able to take a quick shower there. Since it also wasn’t the first time you'd have snuck out you were fairly certain this would go well. Just wearing your tower you peeked outside, no one around, the coast clear, you snuck out and hurriedly rushed to his trailer, banging on his door frantically. “Marc, open up, It’s kinda urgent!”

You felt really stupid right now, standing in front of Marc’s trailer, half naked and not even sure he was actually there. But just as you were about to make the sprint back to yours, not sure what you’d do next, the door creaked open just a bit as Marc pushed his head out. His hair still wet, the dark curls sticking to his forehead as his expression changed from a worried one to an amused one, a slight red tint dusting his cheeks. “What even…?” Quickly he grabbed your wrist and pulled you inside to shut the door behind you. Now you realise why he didn’t answer. Marc was wearing about as little as you, a towel loosely wrapped around his hip and him dripping wet, did he just shower? Upon further investigation you noticed some foam still in his hair, did you interrupt his shower? “Why, for fucks sake, did you come to my trailer half naked in broad daylight? Did something happen? And did anyone see you?” He had this soft grin on his face, the one you grew to love so dearly.

Although it wasn’t the first time you’d seen him in this little clothing you still hadn’t gotten used to it. Realizing you burst into his trailer half naked, him also not really wearing anything you noticed the implications of this moment and in an embarrassed fashion you quickly covered your eyes with your hands, behaving like a teenager while your cheeks heated up, your face feeling on fire. After a moment you finally managed to speak, “I uh… my shower’s not working and uh… I was hoping I could use yours…?” Marc chuckled a bit, unholy thoughts entering his mind.

“Well I wasn’t quite done showering yet, but…” He inched closer to you, your back almost against his door as he slowly took your wrists to uncover your eyes. You stared up at him, his eyes dark with lust as he glanced at your lips, he was feeling especially bold after taking the podium next to you today. You looked up at him innocently, biting at your lower lip as Marc continued, “If you wouldn’t mind, you could join me? After all,” Your eyes never leaving him as he moved his head next to your ear, his breath tickling your skin. “I am the one responsible for soaking you like this, getting you all wet.” You were totally caught off guard, this being exactly what you had fantasised about so many nights.

As soon as Marc let go of your wrists your hands found themselves within his curls, his lips connecting with your neck you let out a soft moan. He began sucking and softly biting at your sweet spot, no doubt leaving a hickey in the process. “Mhh… You still taste of champagne.”

The Honda rider went to cup your cheek, pouring his eyes into yours as your hands began trailing down his toned body, touching the hem of his towel while the other stayed resting against his chest. His calloused hand leaving goosebumps as he slips one behind your neck and pulls you into a passionate kiss. A soft whimper leaving your lips as you hungrily kiss him back. You could feel his length pushing up against the towel as you made quick work of the tuck holding it onto his hips. Surprised by his size as it sprung flush against his abdomen, anticipating what's to come.

In the heat of passion your towel found its way to the floor as well as you were stumbling towards his bathroom, the shower still running. He made sure to never let his hands leave your skin, intoxicated by the feeling underneath his fingertips. Breaking free to catch some air your eyes lingered on him, his scarred skin still covered in some water droplets.

“After you” Marc spoke huskily, motioning you to step into the shower before him, to which you happily obliged. The moment you felt the water hit your skin felt like electricity running through your body, the smell of his body wash and champagne filling the room. Following suit he spared no time in pressing you against the wall, his hand resting next to your head as you made out again.

Marc's hand slowly trailed down your soft skin, enjoying every curve and imperfection as his fingers tenderly slid between your folds, earning a high pitched moan. You sounded even better than he imagined, a cocky grin playing on his lips. Marc slowly pushed one of his digits inside, earning another breathy moan, it drove him wild. Quickly Marc began moving his finger in and out, curling it to hit that one particular spot that made you clench around him. Soon he added another finger and sped up his movements, drawing you closer to your high.

Your nails buried themselves deep within his back, leaving red trails and a painfully pleasurable sensation. You felt your knees grow weak as your heavy legs twitch beneath you. Marc's other hand slowly gained a rough grip on your hip, keeping you from losing balance and leaving yet another mark on you. His big hands fit nicely against your small frame, his long slender fingers burning themselves into your skin.

The moment his thumb started drawing rough circles on your clit tipped you over the edge, throwing your head back in ecstasy and arching your back off the wall you came all over his fingers, riding out your high as his hand never eases the movement. His name leaving your lips again and again, desperate for him.

“Good girl” Marc grumbles against your skin, sending butterflies to your stomach. In contrast to the constant teasing between you two his praise made you feel like jelly.

Catching your breath again your eyes raked over his figure, water running down his chest with his wet stands hanging low in his face, a side of him you only dared dreaming of.

Drinking in the site your eyes began to wander downwards, beginning to sink to your knees with your hands trailing along his hip, steadying yourself with your hand against his prominent v-line. Eager to please you glance up at him, shooting him another innocent look.

A low groan left his lips as his hand tangled itself in your hair, guiding your already hungrily parted lips to his cock. In a slow fashion you proceeded to run your tongue over his head, getting to finally taste his cock earning a low moan. The bass in his voice going straight to your core. Swirling your tongue around his tip you teased him a bit.

Before you knew it, Marc uses the hand he has on your head to push his length inside your mouth fully, his patience for having you growing thin. A bit caught off guard you moan against him and push your thighs together in response to which the Spaniard threw back his head, one hand covering his face in pleasure.

You began bobbing your head in a steady manner, getting off of the pleasure you gave him. Much to your surprise you felt his grip on your hair loosen as you felt a cool sensation on your head. You stopped mid stroke, mouth still full of him, and glanced up, humming in question against him.

“I thought you came here to shower?” There it was again, that grin of his, as he held a bottle of shampoo in his hand. You chuckled lightly against his cock and resumed pleasuring him, feeling him wash your still somewhat campaign covered hair for you.

Although he began roughly thrusting his hips against you, essentially facefucking you, his hands on your head were very tender, holding you still while washing your head. You could feel him twitch in your mouth, guessing his climax must be close just as he pulled out and quickly moved you up to your feet, once again pushing you against the wall, his chest flush against yours.

His lips hungrily crash into yours as he takes ahold of your thigh and rested it against his waist, keeping your leg in a tight grip as he carefully slid his length into you. Resting your head on his shoulder, you bit down harshly in pleasure, hoping to be able to suppress your loud moans of his name.

“I want to hear your beautiful moans, mi amor” The sound of his voice alone drove you crazy. Marc kept a steady pace, his stamina as an athlete really coming in clutch.

“Estás haciendo tan buena para mi” (You are doing so good for me) You didn’t really know any spanish but something about him talking to you like that. “córrete para mí, princesa” (cum for me princess), Marc huskily growled, thrusting deeper as he rose your one leg a bit higher, bottoming out inside you.

Having no idea what he just said to you, you were in a haze, drunk on his body and the power he held over you, you didn’t care, his voice doing things to you he’d never imagined. As Marc's hand moved from next to your head to your throat you couldn’t hold yourself anymore. “Good girl, y/n” Repeatedly moaning his name as you clenched around him you came again, him still hitting that spot repeatedly as you rode out your orgasm, seeing stars.

Having you clench around him and whimper your name like that had him tip over the edge as well, cumming still buried inside you.

Both of you still out of breath and you slightly dizzy from everything that just happened found yourselves in a passionate, but his time more loving kiss. “You have no idea how long I've wanted this, wanted you…” You confessed, voice barely above a whisper against Marc's lips. “Mi amor, I’ve wanted you since I first laid eyes upon you.”

You shared a tender make out while washing each other with Marc's shower gel, leaving you smelling almost exactly like him and actually getting cleaned up like you originally planned before all this happened.

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After grabbing some of Marc’s clothes, as you kind of forgot taking anything with you as you rushed over to his trailer in a panic you went to get some stuff from your trailer and gotten back to Marc to spend the night.

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In the morning there was a small surprise waiting for the two of you. Originally just wanting to check your schedule for the day you saw your phone filled with messages, opening the you had gotten from your media manager first - in it was an article roughly stating what happened yesterday, as in some sneaky paparazzi shots of you standing in front of Marcs trailer in just a towel, him pulling you in dressed in about as little clothing and some of you, covered in hickeys wearing his clothes leaving his motorhome.

A/N: Second one since idk how long, kinda bad but idc. Hope you guys still like it :) Might make a second part, idk maybe fluff or angst idk - lmk if you’d like that

leave some feedback or ideas you have and enjoy

Also Marc is my fav so yeah 🥵

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See you at the finish line… : Chapter 1

summary: Y/N is a record breaking, world champion in MotoGP. She’s practically the prettiest girl in the school, if school was the MotoGP and the Formula 1 world. Drivers crushing over her left and right, but only one really catches her eye…

warnings: swearing, talks about the reader being hot (i don’t know)

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