Needy, Oscar Piastri.

can you do a ollie bearman x model reader x kimi antonelli smut?

“ HAVE YOU EVER TRIED THIS ONE? ” ( ollie bearman & kimi antonelli ! )

SUMMARY: after doing a lingerie walk on the runway, you barely have time to catch your breath before the boys make it clear—now, it’s their show.

word count: 1.8k

warnings: contains mature (18+) themes! threesome, unprotected sex, creampie, cunnilingus, eiffel tower, praising, degredation, pet names, nipple sucking, language, kind of ooc.

pairing: ollie bearman x model!reader x kimi antonelli

a/n: *clutches the holy water*

YOU JUST STEPPED off the runway, the lights still flashing behind your eyes like an image burned into your memory. Your heels clicked against the hallway floor, passing the quiet buzz of crew and models, all half-dressed and mid-prep, but your focus tunneled in on one thing: the presence behind you.

Two of them. You didn’t even have to look. You knew.

The soft click of the door behind you was followed by the unmistakable sound of the lock sliding shut.

“You looked incredible out there,” Ollie murmured, voice low and molten. “That last set you wore…” A slow exhale left his lips. “You were practically begging for trouble.”

“She always is,” Kimi added, voice rougher, darker. “Especially when she knows we’re watching.”

Still facing the mirror, you smiled to yourself, fingers running through your hair with practiced ease—like your skin wasn’t already humming for their touch.

“Trouble?” you said, lifting a brow.

Ollie stepped forward first, his hand brushing down your arm. “Irresistible,” he corrected, fingertips grazing over the sheer lingerie. “This is new, yeah?”

You nodded, your breath catching as Kimi closed the distance behind you, the room suddenly smaller, the air thick with something heavier than post-show adrenaline.

“You have no idea how hard we’re going to ruin you tonight,” Kimi whispered at your ear.

The moan slipped from your lips before you could stop it.

Ollie leaned in, lips brushing the curve of your shoulder. “Shh… you don't want people to know how much of a slut you are, do you?” His breath ghosted over your skin.

Kimi’s hands were already on your waist, bold and steady, his chest brushing yours from behind as Ollie stepped in closer. The press of their bodies against you made your knees falter.

“You looked like a fucking dream out there,” Ollie whispered, low and possessive. “But now you’re ours.”

They took their time. Every movement was intentional, reverent, teasing. Ollie slipped in behind you, brushing your hair to one side.

“This neck,” he murmured, lips dragging across your pulse. “Always so sensitive.”

His tongue flicked against the spot below your ear, and then his teeth grazed your skin—just enough to make your breath hitch and your thighs press together. “God,” you whispered.

Ollie caught your chin between his fingers, tilting your face to his. “Don’t you dare look away,” he growled. “I want to watch every second of you falling apart for us.”

Kimi was already kneeling, eyes locked on yours as his hands slid up your thighs. His mouth found the inside of one, kissing it slowly—hot, firm—lingering just beside where you needed him most. He didn’t move higher. Not yet.

“You’re already shaking,” he murmured.

Ollie’s hands moved to the straps of your lingerie, sliding them down your arms inch by agonizing inch. The fabric dropped, baring you to the cool air and the warmth of his gaze. He bent forward, lips brushing your collarbone, before descending—slow, careful—until his mouth closed around your breast.

A sharp gasp escaped you. His tongue circled your nipple before he sucked gently, hand cradling the other with careful pressure. You arched into him, completely at their mercy.

“Perfect,” Ollie murmured. “You always are.”

Meanwhile, the last bit of lace slipped from your hips, leaving you bare. Kimi groaned softly beneath his breath.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he whispered. His finger dragged slowly from your clit to your entrance, teasing the slickness there before pushing in just enough to make you whimper.

“So wet already?” His smirk was wicked.

You nodded, breathless. “Mhm.”

His tongue followed—first a flick, then a slow, deliberate stroke that had your knees buckling. His fingers kept working you open, his hot tongue locked onto your clit, licking and sucking it desperately, knowing the effect it has on you.

"I love the way you taste," Kimi praised against your cunt, "You taste so fucking sweet, sweetheart."

You reached behind you, trying to grip Ollie, ground yourself in something.

Ollie’s lips found yours again—hot, urgent, hungry. His hands held your waist steady as he kissed you deep, while Kimi devoured you merciless.

“You feel so fucking good,” Ollie murmured into your mouth.

You whimpered into the kiss, the coil in your stomach getting tighter but before it could snap, Kimi pulled back, licking his lips with a smirk.

“Close?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

You nodded, trembling. “Y-yeah…”

“Not yet,” Ollie whispered, biting your earlobe. “Not until you beg.”

“I need you,” you gasped, barely able to speak. “Both of you.”

“Good girl,” Kimi praised, voice molten.

Ollie turned you gently, guiding you forward onto the couch as Kimi rose to stand before you. Your back pressed against Ollie’s chest, his hands roaming over your waist as he bent you forward slightly.

“Trust us,” Ollie murmured into your ear, his breath sending another wave of heat through your body. “We’ve been thinking about this one for a while.”

Kimi’s bulge was level with your face, his expression dark and amused.

“Have you ever tried this one?” he asked, teasingly.

You shook your head, wide-eyed.

“Then you’re in for a fucking treat.”

Ollie’s hips pressed against your backside, his belt unbuckling behind you. You could hear the zip, feel the heat of him through his boxers, rubbing against you just enough to make you squirm.

“Feel this? It’s just for you.” He said in a low voice.

You were bent over before Kimi, hands sliding up his thighs with a quiet urgency, fingers curling around the waistband of his pants.

He smirked down at you, the corner of his mouth twitching with amusement at your neediness.

“Naughty, naughty girl,” he muttered, voice rich and low. “Impatient already?”

Your eyes met his, wide and wanting. “Please,” you whispered, breath hitching. “I want you, Kimi. I need you.”

His gaze burned into yours. “Begging suits you,” he said, letting the words drag. “But since our pretty girl asked so nicely…”

Kimi’s fingers moved to the button of his trousers, but before he could finish, your hands covered his, stopping him.

“Can I?” you said, voice soft—pleading.

His expression darkened with something deeper, something feral. “How could I say no to that, pretty?”

You eased the button open, pulling the zipper down with slow, hungry hands. His boxers strained against him, the dark fabric already wet where his arousal pressed against it.

You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the bulge—soft, teasing—your lips barely grazing the damp spot. Kimi groaned, hips twitching forward, the sound low and guttural.

“Fuck,” he hissed, head tipping back for a second. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Behind you, Ollie’s presence loomed—hot and electric. You felt the deliberate drag of his cock against your slick folds, slow and torturous. He coated himself in your arousal, teasing your entrance but not giving in.

“You ready, pretty girl?” Ollie’s voice was husky, threaded with restraint.

Your answer was a soft, desperate, “Mhm…”

The moment he began to push in, the stretch stole your breath. You gripped Kimi’s thighs for balance as a moan spilled from your lips.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” Ollie groaned against you, his voice shaking with restraint as he sunk in deeper, stretching you out, letting you feel all of him inside you.

Kimi’s fingers grabbed your hair, making a makeshift ponytail, guiding your mouth towards his cock. “Look at me,” he ordered, “Suck on it.”

You obeyed, wrapping your hand around his length, stroking him with a pace that matched Ollie’s behind you. Then your lips met the tip—soft, teasing licks that made his breath hitch.

“That’s it… fuck, that’s our good girl,” Kimi whispered, jaw clenched.

You took your time, teasingly circling your tongue around his cock, letting each movement build the tension.

Kimi’s breath grew heavier, losing his composure. He immediately grabbed your hair tighter and started bucking his hips in a quick pace, practically fucking your mouth.

"You like this, huh? You like being our little fucktoy? Like the whore you are." Kimi hissed.

Behind you, Ollie picked up the rhythm—each thrust pushing you closer to the edge, and every drag of his voice in your ear only spurred you further.

“You’re being so good for us,” he growled. “Taking both of us like this… like you were made for it.”

His thrusts went a deeper and harder now, pushing your hips forward, letting you go straight forward into Kimi, forcing his cock to go deeper down into your throat.

You couldn’t speak—your throat too tight, your mouth too full. Instead, your eyes fluttered up to meet Kimi’s, glassy and desperate.

Kimi’s thumb brushed your cheek, just barely gentle. “You’re doing so fucking good, baby,” he murmured, letting the praise slip through grit teeth.

"Want me to cum on your mouth, pretty girl?" Kimi’s voice was low, a teasing edge in his tone, while you only hummed in response.

"I'm going to cum on your throat until you choke, fuck—" He moaned as he covers your throat with his thick white cum, you swallowed all of them instantly moaning at the taste.

"Such a good girl," He praised, "Look at you, so fucking cock drunk, right now," He chuckled darkly.

“She’s close,” Ollie muttered to Kimi, voice hushed and reverent.

Kimi chuckled darkly. “Yeah? Let’s push her over, then.”

Ollie reached out his hand towards your clit and started circling it, sending shockwaves throughtout your body, feeling your knees getting weak with each second.

You whimpered, body tight and shaking. Every touch, every sound, every filthy, beautiful word was too much—but not enough.

Kimi stroked your cheek with the back of his hand, gentler now. “You can let go,” he said, voice dipping into something softer.

The world blurred. You clung to the edge, nails pressing into Kimi’s thighs, hips pushing back into Ollie like instinct. Pleasure coiled in your stomach, hot and dangerous, threatening to snap—

And then, in one breathless second, it did.

Your cry was muffled against Kimi's cock—while Ollie held you through it, murmuring soft praises against your skin as your body trembled between them.

"Fuck, you're so tight, princess…" Ollie groaned as he rattled himself inside of you, chasing his orgasm. You could feel the way he twitched deep inside.

The way you clenched around him in that moment—tight, pulsing, overwhelming—was all it took to send him spiraling after you, covering your walls with his cum, his breath stuttering as he buried himself deep.

You were trembling, the aftershocks rippling through you like waves—but they didn’t ease up. Not completely. Not yet.

Ollie hadn’t pulled out. His hands still held your hips with a bruising grip, thumbs dragging slow circles into your skin like he was calming you down and winding you back up at the same time.

You eased back, letting Kimi’s cock slip from your lips, a breathless murmur escaping you. “I feel so full…” you whispered, thighs trembling as you feel Ollie's cum slowly trickled down from your full pussy to your legs.

“You thought we were done?” Kimi rasped above you. “Not even close.”

BUNNY, OSCAR PIASTRI.

cw: SMUT, oral, biting n more . . .

you lie in the hotel bed, tangled in each other's embrace, the warmth of oscar's body pressing against you.

the room is dimly lit with the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting gentle shadows across the walls. the sheets are a disheveled mess around you and it's almost impossible to fall asleep with oscar's lips persistently on your shoulder.

"mmh, osc.." you moan tiredly, voice barely above a whisper as your eyes flutter shut.

he hums in response, the vibration against your skin sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.

pulling away from your shoulder, oscar tilts his head to look at you, his eyes soft and filled with adoration. with gentle care, he cups your face, thumb stroking your cheek in a soothing rhythm.

oscar resumes his attacks on your shoulder, leaving a trail of love bites on your delicate skin. his free hand moves to explore your body, following the curves of your form.

"sshh, just relax, baby. lemme take care of you," he whispers, his breath warm against your ear.

you nod weakly, surrendering to his touch. as you do, oscar sinks his teeth into your skin, nibbling softly which sends a jolt of pleasure through you.

you adore his little bunny teeth. the way they leave distinct imprints in your skin that make you feel claimed.

he moves to shower your neck with kisses, enjoying the way your body reacts to his touch. "you're so sensitive, sweetheart," he murmurs, his hand tracing a teasing path up and down your thigh.

you wince slightly at his comment, thighs instinctively clamping together as his hand inches lower. his fingers are cool against your heated skin, and his nails leave faint trails that only heighten your arousal.

"now, now, darling. none of that," oscar gently scolds, his hand firmly grips your inner thigh to keep your legs open.

"jus' wanna play with you." he adds before dipping beneath the covers, the fabric enveloping him as he positions himself between your legs. a place he seems to find himself fairly often.

however, instead of going straight for your pussy, oscar starts by nipping gently at your inner thighs and his beloved bunny teeth graze your skin occasionally.

"hurry up, pleasepleaseplease!" you moan desperately, your body arching in response to his touch.

"where are your manners?" oscar's eyes narrow with a predatory intensity, and you can feel yourself almost tremble under the weight of his gaze.

finally, his mouth reaches your core, and the sensation is overwhelming to say the least.

with deliberate slowness, he takes the tender flesh of your cunt into his mouth, starting with frustratingly gentle laps of his tongue. the soft strokes quickly evolve into something more animalistic.

"gonna behave f'me, okay?" oscar quickly murmurs before reattaching his tongue to your puffy clit, finding all the right spots to make you writhe in pleasure.

© kissedsuns

missed me this much? - op81 (18+)

oscar piastri x ex!gf!reader

in which y/n’s new boyfriend doesn’t please her in ways oscar did.

warnings: read at ur own risk. y/n is a cheater (don’t cheat 🙅🏻‍♀️), cussing, porn w very small plot, mirror sex, unprotected p in v (be safe🫡), oral (fem), degrading names, spanking, big O denial. kinda happy ending???

smutty smut

word count: 2.4k

a/n: this has been in my drafts for agesss and the ending is kinda crappy my baddd

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this was wrong. so so so wrong.

i shouldn’t be here. i shouldn’t be standing at the door of my ex boyfriend’s apartment, a place that is extremely well known to me.

but i was so so so desperate.

my hand trembles as i raised it to knock.

a series of three light taps, followed by a brief pause, and then two slightly firmer knocks.

a distinctive rhythm that echoes through the door, a subtle yet intentional pattern that announces my presence.

it was oscar and i’s signature knock. something we made up when we first met, years ago. it was just a silly little thing at first, but we always used it throughout our relationship… and i guess now that things have ended.

i hear a quick shuffle coming from the other side of the door, then the locks being unlocked before i’m greeted by his pretty face, sleepy-eyed and a tangle mess of hair framing his face. his upper body was bare, revealing the perfectly sculptured lines tracing his abdomen, broad shoulders on full display. grey sweatpants hung loosely on his hips, doing things to my stomach.

his eyes narrowed as he stared at me. well, a tight black dress and red lipstick doesn’t seem very ideal at two in the morning.

“what you doing here, sweetheart?” his voice is laced with sleep, yet the way he says it almost sounds mocking. “upset at your new boy toy?”

“how’d you know?” my confidence slightly falters, hating the fact that he knows me so well.

“wild guess.” he shrugs his shoulders, opening the door wider to let me in.

without a second thought, i walked inside. seeing the familiar apartment again felt nostalgic, even if it’s only been eight months.

“so…” oscar says lowly as he closes the front door. “how’ve you been?”

“good.” i nod my head awkwardly.

“what’s up, y/n? don’t you literally have a new boyfriend waiting for you at home?” oscar says as he begins getting closer and closer to me.

“i…” my voice suddenly gets lost in my throat, i quickly clear it. “i’m so desperate, osc. i can’t keep faking orgasms and my fucking vibrator is getting tired of me.” i confess.

i walk up to him and wrap my arms around his neck, feeling comfort from the warmth coming from his body. “please, give me something, osc.” i beg, my nails gently running across the back of his neck.

oscar’s hands come to rest right above my hips and for a few seconds he couldn’t look me in the eye, seeming like he was contemplating something.

“you know where my room is at,” he finally speaks up. “i want you ready for me on the bed, take this dress off and keep the heels on.” he demands, moving his hands down lower and giving my ass a firm squeeze.

i smile, feeling giddy at the fact that i would be getting what i want.

i hurriedly walk to his bedroom, knowing the apartment like the back of my hand. as i walk, i can’t control the excitement coursing through my body like electricity, and the arousal beginning to build with each step i take.

once i finally reach the bedroom, i take in my surroundings. the comforter had only been pulled back on his side of the bed, the other my side was left untouched. his room wasn’t extremely messy, just a few pieces of clothing in a pile in the corner of the bedroom, something that i always scolded him for, but it was good to know he hasn’t changed.

his cologne lingers in the air, the same cologne i used to spray on his pillows when he was away for races and i would lay lonely in bed. him being gone all of the time was the number one reason why i broke up with him in the first place.

i quickly slip off the black dress, leaving it on the hardwood floor. i take a deep breath to prepare myself as i climb onto the familiar bed, memories of the nights of pleasure, giggling and cuddling we shared when we were dating begin to creep back into my mind while i lay back on my forearms.

i hear oscar’s footsteps begin to get closer and closer, my entire being vibrated with anticipation, my hands itching to be tangled in his hair, my arousal almost seeping through my underwear.

“fuck, baby,” oscar throws his head back once he steps into the room, noticing the orange lingerie i had put on, just for him.

he gets on the bed, hovering over me, his hands running up and down my sides, “you prepared for this, didn’t you? wearing my team color.”

my mouth doesn’t seem to work as quick as my brain, i don’t realize this until oscar lays a heavy hand down on the side of my thigh, the sound echoing throughout the room. i let out a surprised squeak, not expecting him to do that.

“answer me when i speak to you, y/n.” he says sternly, running a soothing hand over the part of my thigh that he slapped.

“fuck, yes, i prepared for this, i’ve been planning on coming here for a while.” i whine, not being able to stop the embarrassing confession coming out of my mouth.

“dirty, dirty girl, aren’t you?” his index finger and thumb squeeze my nipples through the thin material, the pleasure that shoots throughout my body causes me to forgot to answer his question, again.

“strike two, y/n.” oscar flips me over, now i lie on my stomach, my ass on full display for him now. “count each one, mess up and you won’t get anything tonight.” with his hands resting on my ass, i immediately know what’s coming.

his hand comes striking down, i cry out, both in pleasure and pain. “one,” my shaky voice is muffled by the sheets.

oscar continues going, until we reach 10. i let out a sigh of relief once i feel him rubbing the raw and red skin. “good girl, you managed to count correctly.” he begins slipping my panties down my legs slowly, the cool air hitting my cunt causes shivers to go down my spine.

“look at you…” oscar mused. “missed me this much, y/n? just look at just how wet you are. you like getting treated like a slut, isn’t that right, y/n?” he says as he runs two fingers through my slit, collecting my arousal on his fingertips before pushing them straight into me.

i cry out, gripping his sheets, my knuckles turning white. “yes, fuck osc, i love getting treated like this.” i make sure to answer this time, not wanting any more punishments.

his fingers start working in and out of me at a slow pace, i already feel my orgasm rising in my stomach. i was finally receiving the pleasure i’ve been yearning for, obviously my new boyfriend wasn’t providing it for me and my vibrator gets boring after a while.

“fuck, osc, i’m gonna come,” i instantly regret saying those words because it causes oscar to remove his fingers, denying me from an orgasm.

“no, no, no,” i whine, my feet kicking around slightly. “please, i need it so badly.” the begging is embarrassing but in this moment, i really don’t care.

“don’t be a fucking brat, y/n.” another harsh slap on my ass, i saw that one coming.

oscar turns me back around, i was laying on my back once again. he removes my bra, throwing it across the room.

his mouth quickly envelopes one of my nipples, one hand tweaking with the other nipple. i throw my head back on his pillows, soft moans coming from my mouth.

once he’s finished with that nipple, he puts his mouth on the other one, sucking and gently biting down. he leaves marks all over my breasts and on my chest, something that i’ll definitely need to be covering up.

oscar trails down my stomach, kissing all around my abdomen and right under my belly button. he goes farther down, placing my legs over his shoulders, his bunny teeth sinking into the flesh of my inner thighs.

“please, oscar, do something!” my hand tangle in his hair, pushing his head closer to where i needed him the most. however, he doesn’t budge, stupid me thinking that would work on a formula one driver.

“be as quiet as you can, don’t wanna wake the neighbors, do we?” he says before placing his lips on my clit, his tongue flicking against it. his left hand kneads my thigh as the other one comes closer to my cunt, inserting two fingers into my hole. my high heels dig into his back, he groans in pleasure into my heat, the vibrations feeling extraordinary.

my loud moans are muffled by my hand covering my mouth, my other hand tweaking with my nipples. it feels like years since i’ve felt pleasure like this. goosebumps rise on my skin, my orgasm getting closer and closer. oscar’s fingers hitting the spongy part inside of my cunt along with his tongue on my clit has me seeing stars.

“oscar, i’m gonna come.” i say as quietly as possible.

to my dismay, oscar pulls away. he doesn’t allow me to come, again.

tears of frustration begin pouring from my eyes. “osc, please!” i whine.

“you gotta be patient, y/n.” he presses kisses to my thighs, i was hoping he’d continue eating me out, but he doesn’t.

“turn to look at the mirror,” oscar gestures to the mirror angled to his bed, a mirror him and i have very good memories with. “get on all fours.”

i quickly do what i’m told, knowing that if i obeyed him, i’d get an orgasm soon.

i look at my reflection in the mirror, seeing how fucked over i looked, my makeup extremely runny. it’s almost embarrassing to see the desperation in my eyes and how fast oscar can make me lose my self-respect.

i watch as oscar comes behind me, sliding his sweatpants and boxers down his legs, throwing them to the floor. he leans down and presses sweet kisses down my spine before grabbing his cock, sliding it across my cunt, teasing my clit with the tip.

i slightly push my body backwards, shaking my hips to get him to do something, anything. “c’mon, osc.” i encourage him.

he pushes himself fully inside of me, both of us gasping at the feeling. “fuck, y/n, what are you doing to me?” he grips onto my hips, using them as leverage as he begins to slide in and out of me. he didn’t give me any time to adjust, immediately setting a very quick pace.

my pussy is perfectly molded for his cock, the way it fits amazingly and hits every spot correctly is just an incredible feeling.

“yes, oscar, feels so good!” i cry out as i look at myself in the mirror, seeing how oscar’s eyebrows are furrowed as he stares down to where our bodies meet, the sweat coating his body glistens in the dimly lit room, a single strand of hair sticks to his sweaty forehead.

i shove my face into the mattress, wanting to keep my moans as concealed as possible. however, i feel oscar’s big hand grab onto the hair at the back of my head, pulling me up and forcing myself to look in the mirror.

“look at yourself in the mirror, y/n.” he demands. “look at what a dirty slut you are, cheating on your boyfriend with your ex. he’ll never be able to fuck you this good.” i feel humiliated, but the feeling of an orgasm bubbling inside of me overcomes the humiliation.

“please, osc, i’m so close, please don’t stop!” i beg, hoping that he wouldn’t deny me from an orgasm for the third time.

he reaches around my body, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing quick circles on it.

“come, y/n. show me how well only i can make you come, baby.” the pet name only intensifies the feeling and i gush all over his cock, the liquid coating mine and his thighs and his sheets.

i bury my face into the sheets, feeling as oscar thrusts into me a couple more times before coming inside of me, groaning as he does.

he stays like that for a few moments before he pulls out, i look in the mirror and see him walk to his bathroom, hearing the sink run for some seconds.

oscar comes back with a wet washcloth, running it gently over my thighs and my cunt, cleaning up the mess that we made. i quiver slightly, still feeling extremely sensitive. he reaches down and unclasps the heels, pulling them off of my feet, a massive wave of relief washes over me.

he hands me a clean t-shirt, he had already put on a new pair of boxers.

i take it and slip it on, watching him as he sits on the edge of the bed, opposite to where it was wet.

“why did you come here, y/n?” his head is in his hands.

i stare at his back, not knowing what to answer.

“you’re the one who broke up with me, never giving me a reason why and now you’re here again.” he rubs his face. “i don’t know why i just let you in like it was nothing when you truly hurt me.”

“i still love you, oscar.” i speak quietly. “i broke up with you because you traveled so much and i just felt lonely.” i get closer to where he sits. “i thought i would find someone better out there but i never did. there’s no other you, osc. i’m sorry i hurt you, i don’t know what i was thinking.”

“are you being genuine or is it just because of the sex?” his harsh tone takes me aback, but i honestly deserve it.

“i promise, it’s not just the sex. there’s no one that get me like you do, no one that gets my humor or just treats me incredibly like you do.”

“break up with your boyfriend?” he turns to look at me, an eyebrow raised.

i chuckle softly, “i was planning on it either way.”

oscar leans in to kiss me, the first time we’ve kissed since the breakup, and i knew that i was getting my oscar back, i knew that there was no one out there like him. this was a massive hardship in our relationship, but at least we came out of it together.

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remember this is purely fiction! i don’t know what any of these people are truly like in real life!

TAKE IT, OSCAR PIASTRI

cw: SMUT, oral, biting, overstimulation, hair pulling n more . . .

"oscar! 's too much—i’m—" you hiccup, trying to push his head away, your legs trembling so much it feels like they might give out.

"sshh, it's okay," he murmurs, pulling you in closer and not letting up. "don't fight it, just let yourself go," his fingers digging into your hips, holding you in place as he continues to devour you.

his tongue glides along your inner thigh before he gently sinks his bunny teeth into your skin.

you're like a drug to him—the more he tastes you, the more he needs you.

you almost scream from the sensation and tug on his hair so hard it feels like it might rip off. "i can't—oscar, i’m—i can't take it!" you sob, overwhelmed as the pleasure edges into pain.

"shh baby, it's alright, shh," he shushes you as he senses your struggle. "just relax, relax,"

"can't take it—osc, please!" your thighs instinctivally tighten around his head, a desperate attempt to get him to stop.

"don't you dare try to squeeze me out," he growls. "i know it's a lot, princess, i know," he says softly, but the look he's giving you tells you he has no intention of stopping quite yet.

"just try to be a good girl for me, okay?" he teases the inside of your thigh with his finger, barely even grazing the skin. "can you do that for me?"

you struggle to form a coherent response as oscar's head lowers once again, making an absolute mess as he swirls his tongue against your throbbing clit.

your chest heaves, "osc—osc, oscar! i’m—oh my god, oh my go—oscar! oscar, oscar please! s’too much, s’too much!"

he presses down on your stomach to keep you still. "stop fidgeting," he warns, as his fingers dig into your flesh, leaving little indents.

"i know you think it's too much, but trust me. you've got at least one more in you," he smiles against you, "c'mon, be a good girl f'me," he looks up at you, taking in your flushed cheeks.

"just don't close your legs, baby."

© kissedsuns

Secrets Unveiled - Charles LeClerc

↳pairing: Charles LeClerc x SainzTwin!Reader ↳summary: The one where you find yourself in love with your brother’s teammate, who also happens to be your best friend. After years of pining and flirting, fyour feelings finally lead to action ↳warnings: sexual content (minors dni), oral (male!receiving), smut, p in v, 18+ content! ↳word count: 6K

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The soft, distant sound of the music in the background entered your ears as you took a sip of your wine, swaying along to the music while sitting on a bar stool. You were currently at the bar in the hotel y'all were staying after a pretty enjoyable race day.

The interviews you had done with the drivers were done quite soon, so after it you and a few drivers had decided to meet up in the hotel bar so you guys could go clubbing afterwards. Quite a few of the drivers were joining, including your twin and a few of the drivers that have become good friends of yours.

One of them being Lando Norris, your ex boyfriend. You guys broke up on friendly terms and actually stayed pretty good friends. The both of you have dated for about 6 months, but both came to the conclusion that you were more friend material to eachother and split up around a year ago. After that you just went back to being friends, joking around all the time.

The other that was joing was Charles, your best friend... which you might have been having feelings for a long time. You were never gonna admit that to him tho, because you were absolutely sure that he would never reciprocate those feelings. Yes, your friendship was really flirty and Charles always called you nicknames, but that's just how Charles is, you always tell yourself. You honestly believe he's just very flirty, since you don't wanna get your hopes up.

It was a hand on your shoulder that pulled you out of your thoughts "Ready to go?" you heard Carlos say to you as you turned your head towards your brother.

You gave him a nod, stood up from your seat and pulled your skirt down a little, since it rode up a bit due to you sitting. You were wearing a wearing a rather fancy outfit. You were wearing a black body with a v neck to show off some cleavage, a short black leather dress, paired with a pair of black heels. It was a bit more extravagant than you were normally going for, but you decided you wanted to feel secure about yourself and this outfit definitely had that effect on yourself.

The other reason for the revealing outfit was the fact that it was currently mid summer and it was still very warm in the evenings "Are you really gonna wear that tonight?" Carlos said to you as he checked out your outfit. Then something clicked in his brain. Charles, he was coming too. You never admitted it to him in words, but you were his twin, he saw right through you "You're wearing it for him, aren't you?" he smirked, putting the emphasis on the word him.

You rolled your eyes and scoffed, nice.. protective twin in the building. If you were honest with yourself, it was short. But you didn't really get why it was that big of a problem, since you also modelled and that meant a lot less clothing, but Carlos' excuse to that was that that was a different setting and atmosphere, not a club filled with men "Por Dios, Carlos... first of all I'm 28, I'm allowed to wear what I want. Second of all, it's not even that short. And third, why would I dress up for Charles?" you replied, accidentally outing yourself, causing the man in front of you to smirk "Ha! I knew it! You're in love with him"

"Huh? What are you talking about? You were the one asking about... oh fuck me.." you said, realizing midway that Carlos very clearly said 'him' and not said person in question, Charles LeClerc.

You shot a look over your brother's shoulder and spotted Charles and Pierre standing in the opening of the door, the monegasque boy's eyes already locked onto your figure. You shot him a cheeky smile and waved at him "Let's go, the others are waiting" you told your twin, trying to move on from the subject, pretending that you didn't hear what Carlos said.

Charles swallowed hard as he saw you wave at him. He saw what you were wearing and it made him feel things he couldn't control. The outfit was accentuating your curves in all the right ways. Charles has had feelings for you for as long as he can remember. Back in 2018 when he first joined the formula 1 was the first time he layed eyes on you. It started out as an innocent crush, but eventually turned out into something way deeper, more complicated. It broke his heart back when you started seeing Lando. He tried to get over you then, it only being backfired because of that. He was happy for you, but he could also say he was exceptionally delighted when you broke up. He was utterly in love with you, as well as extremely sexually attracted to you. It didn't help his case that you had a very touchy friendship, making the monasques skin feel on fire every second he was around you. The other issue why he didn't dare to act on his feelings was your brother, because he was pretty sure he wouldn't really be delighted by the idea of Charles dating you.

He was currently staring at you while you were talking to his teammate, stuck in a daze. He felt his blood rush to a particular part of his body, a breath he didn't notice he was holding leaving his lips. He heard Pierre clear his throat next to him "Stop undressing her with your eyes" the french guy said with a laugh "I know she's hot, but you're being too obvious.. Or have you finally found the courage to kiss her tonight?"

Charles shot him a glare and gave him a punch in the shoulder "How often do I have to remind you that she doesn't feel the same way?" he said a little frustrated.

"Charles... have you not seen the way she looks at you?"

"Whatever you say... now shut up! She's coming over" he hushed his friend, combing a hand through his messy hair, the other resting in the pockets of his trousers. A moment later you gave Pierre a quick hug, greeting him with a small smile. You moved over to Charles, engulfing him in a hug, your arms draped around his neck. The boy relaxed instantly in your hold, his hands resting on your hips "Hi" you whispered. Your breath tickling the skin of his neck, sending shivers down his spine. He inhaled the scent of your sweet perfume as he buried his head in the crook of your neck. To you both the hug seemed to last as long as any other hug with a friend, but to the outside world it was as if the hug between the two of you lasted longer that was normal for best friends. You pulled away when you heard the chuckle of your brother behind you, awarding him with a light smack on his chest "Cállate!" (shut up!) you whispered to him in spanish. sending him a deathly glare. If Carlos was gonna tease you about Charles the entire evening, it was gonna be a long long night.

You walked through the door, making your between Charles and Pierre "Let's go boys!" you said happily as you looked back at them over your shoulder. The boys did as you said and joined you on the way to the nightclub. Charles looked let out a deep breath and fidgeted with the collar of his dress shirt as he looked at Pierre "Cette femme va causer ma mort" (This woman is gonna be the death of me) he said in french to Pierre, earning a chuckle from his friend.

••••

The nightclub you were at was filled to the brim, people bumping into eachother everywhere. The music blasting through the speakers was giving you just the right amount of serotonin. It was Måneskin playing, which has become your absolute favorite band. You knew every piece of lyrics to their songs. Including the Italian ones, since you were fluent in Italian as well. You were currently dancing to one of their songs with George and Pierre, raising your glass filled with your cocktail in the air. You were swaying your hips to the music, every once in a while shooting a look over at Charles. He was sitting on a barstool with a drink in his hand, talking to your brother. You send him a smile as you continued dance to the song, the three of you all pretty close together. You were all quite drunk already and you knew it wouldn't be long until it would be a wise decision to go back to the hotel. The italian words of the lyrics from Morirò da Re leaving your lips effortless as you sang along to the song. Pierre places his hand on your lower back, moving his ear closer to your ear whispering "Don't let Charles hear you sing in Italian, because I'm pretty sure he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of you" ending with a smirk "We both know he has a thing for the Italian language"

You scoff "Nice one, Gasly. We both know Charles doesn't see me that way" you reply to him with a soft chuckle, causing him to shake his head. Both you and Charles were the most oblivious people on earth. He found it amusing to see how the both of you were convinced of being just friends, when the sexual tension between the both of you was visible to anyone else. George, who was still dancing with you from behind you, laughed at the interaction between you and Pierre "Sainz.. haven't you seen him looking at us dancing the entire time?" he chuckled at you.

George grabbed your forearm and spun you around, hands finding your waist "Play along and check out Charles' reaction" he whispered as he lowered his hands to your hips. He helped you move, both dancing along to the rythm of the music as he placed his head in the crook of your neck. George knew you wouldn't mind him doing this, because you were always a bit of a flirty person with some people when you were single.

George turned the both of you around a little so you had your vision directed towards Charles. You looked directly into his eyes, just to see that he indeed was already looking at you. He looked frustrated, a little on edge. You could see him downing his drink in one go "You see it now, Sainz?" he whispered in your ear. Pierre laughed at the sight, now positioned behind you due to George turning you around. You on the other hand, were still not convinced about it "Just drag him out of his seat and onto the dancefloor. So you can experience it for yourself"

"I don't think he'll try anything, even if it was the case..." you said as you finished the last bit of your drink "Carlos is here, so I don't think he even dares to" you chuckle.

Pierre laughs again at your innocence "I dont think you know how much of a sucker he is for girls speaking Italian" he said with a laugh. Honestly, he wanted to say that Charles would probably be a sucker for you speaking Italian. But he wasn't about to do all the work for his friends, he had to leave a little bit of work left for them "Now, quick, before the song is finished"

You roll your eyes at them both, removing yourself from George's hold to make your way over to Charles "I'm sorry hermano, but I'm stealing this one from you" you giggled to Carlos as you took Charles' glass out of his hand and put both your and his glass on the bar. You took him hand in yours and dragged him with you towards the dancefloor "Dance with me, LeClerc" you said as you took him with you to where you were before with the boys.

Charles protested at first, but quickly let it go once he felt your arms wrap around his neck. He let his arms rest on your waist, not daring to let them go lower. He felt extremely nervous and on edge around you today. Normally he was pretty loose and smooth, even considered quite a flirt, but today it was different. Multiple things where the cause of that. First of all the tight, body hugging, revealing dress you wore, the other him seeing George and you dancing way to close and sensually... but also one other thing. Something that Carlos said, it gave him a little hope. Carlos admitted, probably because of the alcohol, that you've called Charles astonishingly sexy once when Carlos and you were discussing your opinion about the fellow drivers.

You took a step closer to Charles while you let your hands travel over the expanse of his back, feeling his toned muscles through his dress shirt. You smiled at him, swaying your hips again to the beat of the music. You sang along to the lyrics while looking directly into his eyes "Amore accanto a te, baby accanto a te, Io morirò da re" (Love beside you, baby beside you, I'll die as a king)

Charles felt his breath hitch in his throat, shivers running down his spine as he tried to keep his composure. He had to try everything in his power to not to just kiss you then and there "How come I never knew your Italian was this good while I'm your best friend that is fluent in Italian?" he asked you to distract himself, a smile on his face.

You smiled at him, tracing random patterns on his back with your fingers "Don't know actually. Never came up apparently. I'm fluent in it, just as Carlos is" you replied casually "We've always talked English together, so I never really thought about it"

Charles smiled back at you and moved his hand to cup your cheek and carress the skin with his thumb "Well, you should talk more Italian to me, amore"

Your feel a blush creep upon your cheeks, hoping that Charles only concludes it's from the amount of alcohol you had. You send him a cute smile which makes his heart skip a beat as you smile at him "I always keep forgetting you're trilingual" you whisper as you moved your hands from his back towards his chest. He felt them moving towards the buttons of his dress shirt, fiddling with the button to open it "Gotta keep this one open Charles.. the girls like that better. It looks more sexy" you spoke softly, sounding way more sensual than you intended to. You said the girls, but were actually referring to yourself. You saw something in his eyes that you couldn't quite place, was it lust? Was it something else? It couldn't be, you were just best friends, right?

The monegasque driver in front of you licked his lip and spun you around in your arms in once smooth motion, pressing your ass flush against his front, his arms now on your hips. He lowered his lips to your ear, the soft skin brushing against it "Does this feel better than when George did it, mon amour?" He whispered, his accent thicker than usual tbecause of the alcohol.

You were at a complete loss of words and felt your body burn. You bit your lip to hold back a moan and let your head fall backwards on his shoulder. Once you got yourself together again, you grinded your ass against his front again, feeling Charles getting harder "Are you jealous, LeClerc?" you whispered in his ear "Because it seems like you are"

Charles couldn't hold back a groan and grabbed your hips tighter "So, you think you can have me?" he asks you in a smug tone, a smirk on his face.

A surge of confidence dawned on you and the only reason you dared to do this was the fact that you had way too much alcohol and were pretty drunk. You turned yourself back around in his arms, guiding his hands to your ass. Quickly you moved your own to the front of his jeans, trying to not make it too obvious to the public eye, giving his hard on a light squeeze through the fabric of his jeans "I mean... Couldn't I?" you whispered, the arousal coating your tone.

"Oh.. merde" charles spoke in a hoarse whisper as he felt himeslf harden even more, feeling like he could just come then and there because of the tension.

"Yes...?" you started, moving your lips to his neck as they ever so gently grazed over the exposed skin "or no?"

To Charles it seemed like everyone in the room had left, because you were the only one that he could see. He felt your lips against his neck and tried to supress the groans he wanted to let out. He was aroused to the point that it physically hurt. If he was being honest with himself, he had no clue if you were only saying this because you were drunk, because you wanted to hook up with him or if you had feelings for him. It confused him greatly, but he was enjoying this moment nonetheless. He tried to savor this moment for as long as he could, so Charles lets out a sigh and whispers "Yes.."

'There is that hoarse whisper again' you thought to yourself and you felt the heat pool between your legs. You pulled away and looked Charles directly in his eyes and felt yourself lean in. Charles' hands moved up to your face, cupping your cheeks in the most gentle way, wondering if you were actually gonna kiss him? If it actually was happening.

Right when your lips were about to touch, you felt Lando pull your arm and pull you away from Charles, much to your displeasure "Lando, what the fuck?" you groaned in a frustrated tone. Charles cleared his throat, scratching the back of his neck, shooting a questioning look to the McLaren driver in front of them.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your moment, I really am... But I really need your help. Carlos is wasted and he can't even walk anymore... we need to get him back to the hotel and he literally refuses to go, unless we take you with us" he sighs, sounding tired from the effort.

A groan left your lips "Ugh... estúpido" (idiot) you whisper yelled as you rolled your eyes at the thought of your brothers state "Where is he?"

"Outside" Lando replies, pleading you to come with him.

You redirected your gaze to Charles and shot him an apologetic look "I'm sorry" you said as you pursed your lips "I understand if you wanna stay here with Pierre and George, but I gotta help him out" you softly spoke as you pointed at the two other driver that were still drinking at the bar.

Thankfully he answered it with a small smile and shook his head "No need to, I'll join you. Let's get my jacket first tho, not gonna let you walk outside in the cold wearing only that" he said, pointing to your dress.

••••

Once you were back at the hotel Lando and you told Charles and Alex that you could take it from there and lead him back to his hotelroom from there. Quickly giving them both of hug before going to the right floor. The both of you dropped Carlos in his bed, seeing your brother fall asleep immediately once his head hit his pillow. You let out a huff, bending down to take of your brothers shoes. You felt Lando's eyes bore into you and you looked over your shoulder "What?" you asked him innocently.

Lando chuckled "Well, aren't you mad I interrupted your intimate moment with Charles?" he asked, honestly wondering what your answer was.

You sighed a little as you slid the covers over your twinbrother "Of course I am, but I think it's for the better" you softly said, hurt lacing your voice "Charles was pretty drunk and so was I, it was probably just the alcohol. I don't think he'd ever wanna kiss me when he's sober"

Lando knew you were lying about the first part of your remark. He knew you too good for that, perks of being your ex boyfriend. He was totally okay with you having feeling to other boys, because you were better off as friends, but it hurt him to see you like this. He placed a hand on your shoulder "You really like him, don't you?" he said carefully.

You gave him a little nod as you hid your mouth in the collar of the jacket that you borrowed from Charles. You inhaled the scent of his perfume that was still lingering on there and smiled a little, quickly wearing off to the realisation of him may not reciprocating his feelings. You looked back at Lando "I don't know what to do with it. The moment we had in the club wasn't really something to give me clarity. For all it could have been just out of lust, he could've seen it as a one night stand kind of thing"

The McLaren driver raked a hand through his curly hair and shook his head "I see the way he looks at you, y/n.. I think you should go talk to him"

••••

You made your way over to Charles hotelroom, intending to return his jacket to him. Once you arrived at his door, you paused for a little, thinking about Lando's words. Maybe it would be a good time to bring it up when you're there. You still had the spare keycard to his hotelroom from a few days earlier, so you used that to open the door.

As you pushed down the handle and entered the hallway of his room, you heard the sound of running water and loud ragged breathing coming from the bathroom.

You directed your gaze towards there and saw the door ajar, giving you the abilty to peek through the opening and saw the silhouette of Charles in the shower behind the curtain. You didn't really comprehend what was happening, but it was the moment that you heard a soft moan coming from the monegasque driver, that you realized he was pleasuring himself. It send arousal straight to your lower regions.

The arousal made it impossible for you to think straight and made you unable to make the wise decision to leave, so you stayed were you were glued in place, listening to the sounds he made. He was very, very vocal and you enjoyed it every second of it. You had to stay as silent as you could, but it was difficult. All you could look at was the silhouette of Charles behind the curtain, how his hand was moving up and down. Even only a shadow was enough to make the heat pool between your legs. It was a private occasion and you knew you shouldn't be standing there and keep watching. You knew that walking away would be the right thing to do, but you simply couldn't get yourself to move.

You couldn't help but wonder what or who he was thinking about. There was this tiny spark of hope that it was you, after all the both of you did share quite a moment back at the club. But it couldn't be you, could it? It should be someone else then.. Could it be about anyone you knew? The thought of it caused a spark of jealousy to course through you.

That particular question was answered quickly when you suddenly heard him moan "Oh.. merde.. y/n" It was then when you were not able to supress your moans anymore and it just slipped from your lips, causing you to cover your mouth with your hands, hoping he didn't notice.

•••

-15 minutes ealier-

Charles entered his hotelroom and almost immediately made his way to the bathroom to splash water in his own face. He looked at himself in the mirror, seeing his face still flushed. He could't stop his brain from replaying the memories of what happened between the two of you at the nightclub and it made him go insane. Half of Charles was extremely frustrated at Lando for interupting the moment you two shared, because the monegasque driver was feeling estatic about the fact that he finally was gonna kiss you. The other half was extremely sexually frustrated and painfully hard. His dick straining against the fabric of his jeans.

He tried to think of something else to take his mind off of you, but nothing was succesful. This was something that was quite usual for him actually. Eversince he started developing feelings for you, you always unintentionally turned him on. Charles always tried to make it go away, because he knew it was inappropriate to have these kind of feelings about his best friend, who also happens to be his teammate's twinsister. Normally he was able to find a distraction or just wait for it to go away, but today was not in his favor.  Charles opted for a cold shower, to see if that could help him get rid of it, but that didn't work either. Today was different, so Charles gave up trying and slid his hand down towards his member, wrapping his hand around is, letting out a whimper at the touch.

The images of your beautiful body flash through his mind as he started working harder on his dick, precum already leaking from the tip. Charles breathing got ragged quickly from the arousal that was rising even more and more. The racing driver closed his eyes and threw his head back, the back of his head leaning against the tiles as he moaned out loud "Oh.. merde.. y/n"

-Present time-

Charles' body shuddered in pleasure as he tried to imagine it was you touching him, instead of his own hand. Your delicate hands wrapping itself around his cock, working on him in just the perfect tempo. He imagined you wearing the most beautiful lace lingerie, just for him "fuck.." he groaned.

The Monegasque driver was so engulfed in his own fantasy, that he didn't even notice that someone walked into his hotelroom, until he heard the shower curtain ruffling.

Charles opened his eyes and saw none other than you standing in front of him, the dress you were wearing slowly soaking in the water from the shower. Charles eyes widened and coughed awkwardly as he tried to cover himself up, a little embarrassed about what you've just witnessed.

He really wanted to say something, but no words were leaving his mouth, so he ownly swallowed thickly. Your dress was so soaked by now, that it was even tighter than it was before and hugged your curves in all the right ways. He could feel his cock twitching against his hand due to it. Charles didn't what to do, he couldn't read your intentions. He didn't dare to do a thing.

You on the other hand were suddenly feeling very confident "Hi" you whispered as you closed the distance between the two of you. Your lips ghosted over Charles' lips, causing his breath to hitch.

The monegaqsue felt his heartbeat quicken as the tension between the two of you rose. Charles wanted to pin you against the wall and fuck you until you could do nothing else than moan out his name. He didn't dare to make a move tho, afraid he wouldn't be able to hold himself back. He didn't want to ruin the chance he had with you.

You on the other hand had absolutely no trouble with your confidence today and within a few seconds you dropped yourself down on your knees and looked up at Charles through your lashes "Fuck..." he groaned, a moan escaping his lips. Charles found the sight in front of him absolutely stunning. The way you looked up at him was almost enough to make him cum from the sight alone "Y/n.. what are you...." he tried to say, but was quickly cut short by your words

"Shh, let me make you feel good" you whispered softly. You brought your hands towards his legs, one around the back for support, the other went up to his throbbing member. He was big... you weren't sure how that was supposed to fit, but you would definitely figure something out. You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock and moved up and down a few times in gentle strokes, eliciting a shaky breath from Charles "Oh merde... yes... y/n.." he whispered between breaths "So good.."

His reaction gave you enough motivation, so you moved your head closer towards him and licked a stripe up the underside of his cock, making Charles a panting, moaning mess. His hands went straight to your hair, tangling his fingers through your locks. Waves of electricity shooting through his body as he felt your lips wrap around him, sucking on his tip "Cherie.. you're doing so wonderful"

The brunette monegasuqe driver was vocal and you absolutey loved it. It made you wanna test him more, see how far you could take him before he lost his self control. So you took him in as deep as you could, your eyes watering from how deep it was. Charles gasped from it, a loud and gutteral moan escaping his lips as he gripped onto your soaked locks tighter "Mon amour.. fuck.. I'm close... if you want me to last, you gotta stop" he panted, trying to keep himself from tipping over the edge.

You removed your mouth from him and looked up at him "Well, you better try your best then, because im not planning on stopping this anytime soon" you smirked, before quickly taking him back in your mouth to suck even harder "Putain.. you're such a tease, Sainz" he laughed, releasing another moan afterwards.

Charles pulled back and let his cock slip out of your mouth. Eventhough he really wanted to keep this going, he wanted to last this a little longer. The brunette pulled you up on your feet again and flipped the both of you around so that your back was against the tiles and he was leaning against you "That was an interesting turn of events" he whispered, his lips only millimeters away from yours.

"Well, I only came here to return your jacket..." you replied in a sassy tone, tightening your legs around his body, your hands moving to wrap around his neck.

Charles chuckled "Yet here you are, in my bathroom, sucking me off" he said, moving his hands to the zipper of your dress, making your breath hitch in your throat "Charles, fuck me" your words came out as a plea. Begging him to do something.

That plea was exactly what did it for Charles. He snapped. His confidence came back to him and he crashed his lips onto yours, kissing you with all the passion he had. He completely ignored the zipper he was working on and just ripped the dress off of you as if it was made of paper. He was immediately greeted with your lingerie, a stunning ferrari red color.

Charles gulped at the sight "You are so hot, mon amour" slipped from his lips, while he watched you remove your bra and panties.

Charles moved his hands to the back of your thighs and lifted you up and hoisted you up against the wall, pressing his naked body against yours.

A moan left your lips as he started kissing your neck, making goosebumps appear along the way. No boy ever had the effect on you that Charles has. Ever.

Your moans get louder as you feel Charles slightly rocking his hips against you "Are you okay with this?" He asks you softly while pulling his face away from your neck to look you in the eyes, not wanting to make you do anything you didnt want to.

You nodded as you reciprocated the action by rocking your hips over his member "Words, cherie, I need your words" he asked despretalely, panting from all the adrenaline.

“Charles.. F-Fuck me.. please" you begged him. You tightened your arms around his neck to bring his face closer to yours, kissing him again. Charles groaned at the feeling and slipped his tongue between your lips to deepen the kiss, while at the same time slowly entering you with his throbbing member.

You were wet, soaking wet, so his member slipped in easily, making you huff out an incoherent string of pleas and moans. Charles thrusted into you, fingers curling into the flesh of your thighs, moaning into your kiss. The kiss was filthy and wild, but also full of passion and love.

He pulled away to catch his breath, letting his head rest on your shoulder while peppering it with kisses, his thrusts slowly picking up the pace 'God.. y/n,  I've waited so long for this" Charles breathed, his cheeks flushed red by now. He was shuddering, trying to keep himself in check. He was dangerously close already, which he knew was very quick, but he couldn't help it.

You threw your head back, the gasp of pleasure leaving your lips "Me too" you replied, tightening around his member, feeling his cock twitch inside of you.

Charles was kissing you everywhere. On your neck, your shoulders, your breasts. All the while he strings of moans and groans were escaping his lips. The mere idea of you doing all that to him, made you shudder with pleasure. Your orgasm coming closer, almost there already. Charles could feel it, he knew you were close, His hands around your thighs tightened and his pace quickened, fucking you harder "God.. Charles.. You're so good.. I want you so bad"

"Oh merde, y/n, I'm so close...'' he whispered, his forehead resting against yours. He lifted you off his cock, before slamming himself right back into you, hitting all the right spots

“So am I, Charles.." you moaned out, gripping on his hair with your fingers. The feeling of that making him feel even closer than before. Charles tried to pull out of you, not knowing if you were okay with him cumming inside of you, but you pulled him back. You clenched your muscles around him and looked him in the eyes "Charles, cum for me" you whispered, the pleasure visible due to your blown pupils.

That did it for him. His orgasm came crashing over him like a waterfall and he spilled into you with full force, tumbling you over the edge as well. Your body overrides with pleasure as you reach your high. You press your lips against Charles' one last time, before resting your head against his forehead "Damn.. that was amazing" you panted.

Charles smiled at you as he slips out of you, letting you slide on your feet again and pull you into his arms to hug you tight. He moves his lips towards your ear "Please be my girlfriend" he pleads in a whisper. You chuckle at him and place your hand on his cheek to turn his face towards yours "There's nothing I would love more that being your girlfriend, Charles" you said, sealing your words with a loving kiss.

BE MEAN TO ME

★ oscar piastri x reader !

cw: SMUT, cockwarming, orgasm denial, degrading, crying, swearing, dom!oscar, sub!reader

"oscar, please," you whine, shifting restlessly in his lap. the two of you had gotten into a slight disagreement after his race, and now you're being subjected to the ultimate punishment: cockwarming.

"what is it now, baby?" he teases, fully aware of the torment he's putting you through.

oscar remains composed, his cock still buried snug inside your warm cunt. you can feel every inch of him, and the way he's filling you completely but remaining motionless is torture.

"please, move. please," you whine, body aching for his touch. "this is so frustrating!" you cry out, hands clutching at his shoulders as you try to roll your hips.

oscar watches you drop your head to his shoulder in defeat, too exhausted and annoyed to continue grinding on his lap without receiving any attention.

he's mesmerised by the way his fat tip prods at your cervix with each slight roll of your hips that has your eyes welling with tears.

you can't help but pout, lower lip trembling as you try to hold back the whimpers that escape your throat.

"made me lose, babe," there's a teasing edge to oscar's tone, but underneath it, you can sense the genuine disappointment. "don't cry—'s your fault," he brings a hand up to wipe away a tear that runs down your cheek.

the way your body responds to him, the way you clench around him with every breath, drives him fucking crazy.

"you need to learn, love," his voice drips with mock sympathy. "next time, maybe you'll think twice before running that smart mouth of yours."

the underlying message is clear in his words. he wants you to behave, simple as that.

you grip his shoulders tightly as you roll your hips. your movements are clumsy and each attempt to fuck yourself on his cock is met with resistance as oscar's strong hands remain firmly on your waist.

"uh-uh," he tuts. "we're not gonna do that, 'kay?"

tears of frustration prick at your eyes. "oscar, please. ngh, need more."

suddenly, his hips buck up into you, causing you to let out a high-pitched yelp. "oscar!" you gasp, but just as quickly as the movement comes, it stops. he sits there with his cock still stuffed inside you.

you repeat his name, this time sounding more upset. "oscar."

"something wrong, sweetheart?" he asks innocently. "use your words, baby. can't promise i'll listen, though."

"i'm sorry—so sorry, osc. jus' need you to fuck me. can't take it anymore, hurts so bad." you blabber, the words spilling from your lips without a second thought.

oscar rolls his eyes. "you sound so pathetic that it almost makes me wanna give you what you want."

your breath hitches when you feel him pick up his pace ever so slightly, each movement sending waves of pleasure through your body. "osc—keep going, please, keep going!"

but just as you feel the tension building to a breaking point, he stops again. the loss of movement makes you sob.

"just hurry up and fuck me!" you complain, but instantly regret your choice of words when oscar responds with a firm, "right, that's it."

oscar lifts you from the chair, keeping his cock buried inside of you. before you can fully process what's happening, he slams you down onto the mattress.

"there you go again, always with that mouth of yours," he grunts. "when are you going to learn that it gets you in trouble?"

oscar hisses sharply as he pulls his dick out of your warm, slick cunt, the sudden loss of contact making you gasp.

he takes a moment to look down at you before sliding back into you with a forceful, deliberate thrust. your body instinctively pulls him back in, greedily welcoming him with a sweet grip.

oscar groans as he begins to fuck you with a rough rhythm. his cock stretches you to your limits that has you arching your back, lips parted and everything.

"don't get all dumb on me now," he swats at your thigh. "this is what you wanted, yeah?"

you want to say something, anything, but the words won't come. all you can do is moan and whimper, your mind too fogged with pleasure to form coherent sentences. oscar's relentless pace leaves you no room to think.

oscar continues to piston in and out of you, each thrust driving the thick head of his cock deep against your cervix. your nails dig into his back, treating it like a chalkboard as you cling to him for support. it only seems to spur him on.

"you've gone all quiet, baby. all that attitude gone, huh?" he taunts. "m'gonna fuck some manners into you."

his cock almost forces an answer out of you with a particularly harsh snap of his hips. you can feel every ridge and vein of his cock as it drags against your inner walls.

"look at that pretty face, you're loving this, aren't ya? don't need that smart mouth to tell me that."

© kissedsuns

Kimi Antonelli. I would like to have my pizza with coliflower crust(grumpy reader) with Alfredo sauce. Now for the toppings, maybe with basil, broccoli and Gouda cheese. And for my drink sprite and truly. Maybe mt dew (sub reader) and yes aftercare. THANK U MY LOVE❤️❤️❤️

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

cauliflower crust sunshine x grumpy Alfredo sweet sex basil "I love to watch my cum leak from your pretty pussy" broccoli "Made just for me huh?" gouda “Slow down? You just told me to speed up, make up your mind silly girl” sprite size kink truly belly bulge mt dew dom/sub dessert yes served by Kimi Antonelli

Kimi x Grumpy! reader

TW - riding cock, belly bulge, size kink, missionary, unprotected sex, creampie

WC 1400+

Y/N POV

"Why are you so moody today," Kimi whispered into my ear while pinching my thigh is a "behave yourself" manner.

"I'm not," I snapped whispering back getting more annoyed with my boyfriend. He just rolls his eyes at me before turning his attention back to the rest of the table and joining in on their conversation leaving me to wallow in my own annoyance at my boyfriend.

"Are you good?" Ollie asks keeping his volume down so only I can hear him.

"I'm fine, why does everyone think I'm not," I whisper back at him letting him be on the receiving end of a verbal lashing. I cringe slightly when I realize Kimi had heard me snap at Ollie making him pinch my thigh a little harder.

"I mean you're normally pretty "grumpy" but today you have this look in your eye like you wanna destroy the world," Ollie whispers softly. I just shrug and we leave the conversation there.

He was right though, Kimi had always been the golden retriever boyfriend and I was the typical "black cat" girlfriend, which wasn't necessarily false but Kimi knew the truth. It was just a way to protect myself not wanting too many people getting too close to me, but Kimi spent years working on breaking my walls down, and here we are years later still going as strong as ever. As for the modd I'm in today, it's everyone else's comments on Kimi's F1 announcement that has me wanting to "destroy the world" or whatever Ollie said.

When the dinner wrapped up Kimi and I go back to his hotel room where he finally gets the answers he was looking for.

"It's just unfair Kimi! I mean they barely even watch you in Formula 2 and then the one time they watch you, you crash and while that is embarrassing I'm gonna be real with you BUT that doesn't mean you need to wait," I continue ranting laying in bed with Kimi making him smile but start kissing at my jaw and neck during my rant starting to distract me.

"Watching you get so mad on my behalf, it fucking hot," Kimi mumbles into my neck rutting his hips into my side letting me feel his hard cock through his briefs. I just roll my eyes and laugh.

"I can't believe my very serious rant about hating the fans of Formula 1 has you so horny you're grinding into me," I joke before turning onto my side so I'm facing him and pulling him in for a quick kiss.

Kimi refused to pull away so what was supposed to be a quick peck turned into us fighting for dominance with our tongues. Finally Kimi is pushing me on my back before climbing on top of me pinning my hands above my head all the while keeping his mouth on top of mine.

"Kimi, I need you," I whine against his mouth making him let out a breathy laugh making my pussy throb just at the noise.

"Hm. I wanna watch you bounce on my cock," Kimi said with a smirk before letting me use my strength to turn us over so I was the one on top now.

I start grinding my hips into Kimi's large cock making both of us whimper at the stimulation. I pull my sleep shirt off my body leaivng me in the lacey black panties I was going to sleep in before Im shuffling my body down slightly before pulling Kimi's briefs off letting his hard cock rest against his torso showing just how large he truly is. The tip is barely touching the bottom of his bellybutton.

I instantly start jerking his cock off dwarfing the size of my hand.

"Miracle I can walk in the mornings," I mumble softly making Kimi laugh at my little comment. Losing my virginity to Kimi was terrible and he refused to touch me for weeks after but as time went on we learned how to pleasure each other taking everything slow before I finally got my redo which was amazing.

"I can make it to where you can't walk tomorrow," Kimi said with a smirk written all over his face making my cheek heat at the suggestion. I just shook my head no, knowing tomorrow wasn't a good day for that.

I release Kimi's cock and make quick work of pulling my panties down before I'm climbing back into Kimi's lap. When I grip Kimi's cock I softly tease my clit making me whimper due to how sentive I was, but I needed to collect as much moisture on his cock as possible which wasn't very difficult.

Once Kimi's cock is drenched in my essence I slowly start sinking down making both of us gasp. Once I'm fully seated on Kimi's cock I give myself a few seconds to adjust before I start rocking my hips making both Kimi and I groan at the pleasure.

I start bouncing on Kimi's cock making both of us gasp and moan at the intense pleasure.

"Fuck, so fucking tight," Kimi groans making me speed up my actions slightly but still not going fast enough to bring either of us to an orgasm.

Kimi finally takes over and flips up back so he's on top and he slowly starts pounding into me making me gasp and moan feeling Kimi all over.

"Made just for me huh?" Kimi says with a smirk making me look at him noticing that he was staring at my tummy making me look down to notice the bulge from Kimi's cock.

I moan at the sight of Kimi's cock going in and out of my body slightly stunned at how noticeable it is.

"Fuck, faster please," I whimper while pulling Kimi's neck down to me so I can kiss him while he speeds up his actions making me whimper at the intensity.

Kimi pulls back slightly and starts fucking into me faster than he was previously making me gasp and feel my orgasm start to approach. Kimi knowing my body so well picked up on this and started pushing down on the bulge in my stomach making me feel Kimi so much more than before, it was starting to get almost too intense.

"Too much, slower," I moan and gasp out through a stuttered breath.

“Slow down? You just told me to speed up, make up your mind silly girl” Kimi says with a smirk all over his face. While he kept up the pace he let up just slightly on my stomach.

"I can tell you wanna cum," Kimi says before moving his hand from my stomach to my clit and rubbing it in soft circles bringing me over the edge.

"Fuck," I whimper while arching my back and cumming all over Kimi's cock sending him over the edge with one final thrust before unloading a massive load of his cum deep into my pussy making sure to fill me before slowly slipping his cock out not wanting to hurt my overstimulated pussy.

When Kimi slipped out of my pussy he just sits back on his knees and watches as some of his cum starts leaking out of my pussy.

"I love to watch my cum leak from your pretty pussy" Kimi mumbles softly leaning down to kiss my lips making me blush at the dirty praise.

"Do you feel better?" Kimi jokes with a smirk all over his face making me roll my eyes and nod softly making Kimi laugh.

"You take me so well," Kimi says while getting out of bed and pulling me into his arms where he carries me into the bathroom where he puts me on the toilet to do my business while he turns his back and turns the shower on.

After Kimi and I shower together he helps me get dressed into a new shirt to sleep in before helping me step into my panties before laying us both of us on the bed for a cuddle.

"Did I really look like I wanted to destroy the world?" I question feeling back for snapping at everyone today. Kimi just nodded his head softly making me groan while he laughed at me slightly.

"I yelled at Ollie," I state softly making Kimi pull me into his side and place a soft kiss on my cheek.

"I know, I heard. But, if you feel that bad you can apologize tomorrow on the flight back," Kimi tells me softly knowing I won't feel better until I do apologize to Ollie. I just nod my head softly before melting into Kimi's embrace and falling asleep in his arms.

𝐡𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝟏 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥

𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗱 𝟵: 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝗲𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗿𝗰 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 | 𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗮𝘀𝗺 𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘆/𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗮𝗹

📖𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: the 2023 season has had a despicable effect on charles’ self-worth. it pains you to see how he attributes ferrari’s failure to deliver to himself. you can’t stand to see him berate himself for things that are out of his control. when the emilia-romagna grand prix is understandably canceled, you start forming a plan. if charles doesn’t believe he’s as good as you say he is, you’ll make him internalize it–using any means necessary. 📖𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 18+ only. explicit. orgasm delay/denial. handjobs. no penetrative sex. dom/sub undertones. sub!charles. mild praise kink. not beta read. orgasm control. charles’ self deprecation. 📖𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1k words. 📖𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: charles leclerc x fem!black!reader 📖𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: drabble. 📖𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸: get you daniel • caesar ft. kali uchis

𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲: not going to lie to you, after charles told xavi “let’s talk after the race” in austin, this upload automatically came to mind. in my delusional mind this whole fic convinced him to finally speak up for himself, even though it wasn’t posted before that (he hacked into my google docs or smith idk). i love when men whimper. haha, lol, who said that. a small drabble to satiate my soft!charles urge. hope y’all enjoy !!!

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your hand is dripping lube on charles’ thigh as you brush a featherlight touch of a finger on his cock. he’s been rock hard since you’ve pulled his clothes off, even though he complained that this is the worst idea you’ve ever had. his head is turned to the side, buried in the pillow, already muffling his whimpers at your barely there touch. the red flush of his cheeks is already spreading down his chest and you haven’t even started touching him properly; this may be easier than you thought.

you shift forward, situating yourself comfortably between his legs, and you speak quietly but firmly, “tell me when you’re close.” charles hums, nodding his head jerkily, and bucks his hips upwards searching for more friction. you laugh at his desperation and push his hips down with your free hand, pressing him firmly into the bed—he doesn’t attempt to fight your grasp. power rushes to your head; he’s completely capable of pushing you off him with little to no effort; and he’s lying beneath you willingly. you loosely wrap your fist around him, and slowly drag your hand up and down. the amount of pressure you’re applying is incredibly light, but charles reacts as if you’re roughly squeezing. his back arches off the bed, thighs twitching sensitively, and his hand flies down to grasp at your wrist.

you pinch his thigh in warning, a sharp gasp at the fleeting pain escapes his lips, and you chastise him gently, “hey, i thought you were going to be good for me? hands off—put them by your head.” he squirms at the sound of your disappointment, and in his haste to be perfect for you, he takes your command a step further. he places his hands above his head, and tangles them together—he strives to be good for you.

you stare at him, unmoving, and watch as his eyes flutter across your face desperately trying to read your emotions. his eyes are wet with unshed tears, and his tongue flicks out to wet his dry lips anxiously. you break, it’s so hard to be mean to him when he looks so pretty. resuming the sweet stroke of your hand, you keep you motions calm and controlled—you want his orgasm to come to him calmly. however, no matter how gently you handle him, it doesn’t seem like your preferred outcome will play out. charles’ abs flutter, undulating at the effort he’s using to refrain from pushing up into the wet grasp of your fist, and his nails are digging into hands. on your next upward stroke, you twist your hand around the head of his cock, and his shocked moan echoes around the room. his face flushes a deeper red, humiliated at how easy he is, and he whimpers at the smirk that rises to your lips. you pick up the pace immediately, and wrap your other hand around him at his base. you sync the twist of both your hands, and hyperfocus on teasing the head of his cock. you lightly press your thumb across his slit randomly forcing a pitchy squeal from him, sometimes you trace the underside vein with a nail and a pained whine is muffled into the pillow.

it’s mortifying—not even three minutes after you started touching him, and he’s going to cum. you see him struggle to fight the coiling knot in his tummy, it’s useless, this is another race he always loses. charles’ chest heaves with his stuttered, rushed breaths and he whines in shame, “s’il te plaît—‘m close—sorry, i can’t help it!”

you coo at him, pouting your lips at his apology, “oh, charlie, don’t feel bad. you’re supposed to be close” you rub the palm of your hand roughly across his sensitive tip, and his body tenses at the switch in treatment, eyes rolling back under the intense pleasure, and you confidently reassure him, “thank you for telling me you’re about to cum. you’re always my good boy.” and, you pull your hands away from him, ceasing all motions.

charles crumbles. he sobs forcefully at the feeling of his release being pulled from him at the last second, tears streaming down his face, no longer having the will to hold them back. he thrashes his head against the pillow, and pistons his hips upwards into the air like it will convince you to touch him again. he flexes his cramped hands before he pulls them down to hide his face from your view. you let the monegasque cry out his emotions, knowing that his tears are from the shock of you denying his orgasm rather than pain. he unintelligibly pleads in french, brokenly whining about how close he was, his mouth running uncontrollably. when his tears slow, and his shoulders stop shaking, you tenderly pull his hands away from his eyes, and whisper at him sweetly to open his eyes.

he opens his pretty green eyes, and you lean down gently pecking his lips a few times before you speak, “there’s something you forgot to tell me. if you wanted my permission to cum, baby.” charles drops his eyes away, refusing to meet your gaze. 

“you were supposed to tell me how good you are,” you see his lips part as he rushes to do so, but you smack your teeth, silencing him before he begins, “not how you’re good for me, charles—how you’re a good driver. how you’re one of the best, most talented formula one pilots we’ve seen. how you’re ferrari’s youngest driver since 1961. how you’re capable of winning a championship,” charles scoffs disbelievingly, “how you’ll no longer blame yourself for things out of your control. how you’ll realize that the team’s mistakes aren’t your fault. how you’ll stop allowing yourself to be the scapegoat for their shortcomings. how you’ll stop accepting their excuses for constantly disappointing you.” you stare at charles with earnest eyes, letting him absorb your words.

“you’re one of the best charles. you’re loved. everyone wants to see you succeed. everyone wants to see you become confident in yourself again. everyone knows that if ferrari gave you the car you needed, you’d be racing towards your championship. you’re skilled, charles. you’re wonderful.”

charles shakes his head, doubtful, and whispers timidly, “i’m not.”

your heart shatters, and you shakily respond, “oh,” you sniff, gathering your composure, “so, you’re saying i’m lying to you? are you calling me a liar, charles?”

charles wiggles against the bed, fighting the double-edged sword he turned on himself, and whimpers in frustration. he sobs, but shakes his head furiously at your question—you’d never lie to him, you wouldn’t hurt him. you halt the vigorous shake of his head, grasping at his chin with one hand and turning him to face you, “then…i must be telling you the truth, hm?” charles swallows, and murmurs out a soft oui. 

“good,” you clear your throat and drop your hold, bringing that same hand down to wrap around his cock again. charles tenses at the moist warmth of your palm.  “since we’re on the same page, if you want me to let you cum, all you have to do is convince me that you believe the same things i just said. i have all night to make you accept the truth, charlie. don’t make this any harder than it has to be.”

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home race

summary: it was the dutch gp that your boyfriend max verstappen won. After he saw you in his driver's room he couldn't resist you

pairing: max verstappen x gf!reader

content: fluff, smut!

warning: penetrative sex, riding, blowjob, finger sucking, no protection

word count: idk sorryyy

It was the Dutch GP, and you watched your boyfriend Max cross the checkered flag first. You knew he would win this. He's dominating the whole sport right now. He's also dominating you almost every minute in your life, but that's just him.

After he jumped out of the car, he ran to his team. They patted his back, and he looked so happy. But something was missing; he was searching for you. He quickly made his way to you and kissed you in front of the camera.

"Wait for me in the driver's room," he whispered into my ear with a smirk on his face.

I didn't even wait for the podium celebrations. I quickly walked to his driver's room and closed the door with a loud bang behind me. I was nervous and also so excited because every time he won his home grand prix, he made love to me so passionately. So it was a win for both of us. I waited for him for a long time. I forgot that he needed to do the press before he was free from all the media and work stuff. But the time finally came when the door opened and closed immediately. He locked it quickly and threw me a disappointed look.

"I thought it was clear that I wanted you naked and on your knees as soon as I arrived," he shook his head, clearly getting impatient.

"Are you deaf? Get to work," I started to undress. I didn't want him to be mad because then he would not let me climax.

After I was completely naked, he gestured for me to crawl to the couch. Max was already naked, and he looked so attractive. "Come on, baby. You're going to use that tongue of yours for something more useful," I nodded and sat between his legs. His erection was already hard and leaking.

Firstly, I teased him with gentle licks, but then I took him fully into my mouth. He started thrusting his hips into my mouth. Tears appeared in my eyes, and he seemed to enjoy it. After some time, he gripped my hair and pushed me onto his dick. My throat had never felt worse.

"Ugh, schatje, you're going to make me cum," he moaned and then pulled me off. "Open up," he said, and I opened my mouth for him to cum straight into it.

I needed release too, so I started touching myself and grinding onto the ground. Max immediately noticed. Of course, he did.

"Is my poor little baby getting all worked up?" He pulled me into his lap and thrust his fingers into me. I cried out from the unexpected stimulation on my clit. "You're going to cum on my fingers, and then I'm going to give you my cock, okay?" He asked, even though it wasn't even a question. I was his to do whatever he wanted with me.

I came pretty quickly when he even started sucking hickeys into my chest and pinching my nipples until they were all red and sensitive.

"I want your dick," I whined.

"What do we say when we want something? Where are your manners, liefje?" He stroked his dick and teased my entrance with his tip.

"Please, Maxie, I need it so badly," I cried out. My thighs were still trembling from the previous orgasm.

"There's my good girl again," he slammed me down onto his cock, holding me down. The burning sensation was so pleasurable.

"Come on, make yourself feel good on my cock and make yourself cum," he drew circles into my thighs as I started riding him.

Max whispered all sorts of dirty things into my ear. After I slowed down, he flipped me onto my stomach and started thrusting into me while stimulating my clit. I came with a shout of his name.

"That's it, y/n. You're literally milking me, baby. Look at that hole of yours taking me like a champ. I'm going to cum inside you," he mumbled, and then he came inside me with a loud groan.

"I'm pulling out, baby," he kissed my shoulder blade and pulled out. I felt his and my cum leaking out of me. He pushed one finger into my entrance and then sucked it clean.

"Do you want to taste yourself?" He did the same but put the finger into my mouth. I sucked his finger clean. Then I let myself collapse on the couch.

I heard some rustling behind me, so I turned onto my back and saw Max walking with a wet towel.

"I'm going to clean you," he kissed me and then cleaned me. "You need to go pee, baby." I stood up and walked into the small bathroom in his driver's room. I peed, washed my hands, and returned.

Max has already made the couch more comfortable. He walked towards me and picked me up. Then he laid me down and lay next to me. He put a cover on us.

"What about post-sex cuddles?" He asked with a smirk.

"Mhm, that sounds amazing," I giggled and snuggled into his warm skin.

"By the way, you did so well, Maxie. I didn't have time to tell you that," he laughs and kisses me on the head. "Thank you, schatje. I did it for you. And for my family. And for the fans." We laugh together, and then the room falls into peaceful quiet.

Practice

Oscar Piastri x Fem!Reader x Paul Aron

A/N: I really wasn't going to post anything on Tumblr for a while and to just use the anger and betrayal I feel inside of me to write as a form of an outlet. I've had this request done for a while but with everything going on I didn't want to post it but I already feel bad to the person that requested it for keeping them waiting for so long and since Oscar won today, I feel like this is an appropriate time.

After posting this, I do not know how long until I post again but know whenever I do decide it is the right time for me (mentally) to come back, I will have lots of stories to post along with writing more.

Again, thank you to everyone who has reached out to me and wishing me well and reblogging that post along with sending requests to other writers asking them to spread the word and to block and report that person, I do see them and I do really appreciate all the support.

Farewell, for now. I will see you all again soon.

Requested (idk where the actual ask went but I did write it in my notes app where I do rough drafts): Please could you do a story Oscar piastri x y/n x paul aron smut I'm dying for the two of them 🔥 @deepestrunawaykitty

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It was a hot July Saturday night, and I felt my heart race as I entered the club with my boyfriend, Oscar. The bass pumped through my body, setting the tone for a night of pure, unadulterated pleasure. I wore a tight, black dress that hugged my body in all the right places. my long hair fell loosely and my eyes sparkled with anticipation. Oscar looked dashing as always, his brown hair tussled, and that seductive smirk playing on his lips. He was a Formula 1 driver, and his bad-boy charm had me hooked from the start.

As we made our way through the crowd, hands brushing against each other, the familiar lyrics of Drake's "Practice" filled the room. This was our song, the one that played on repeat during our steamy make-out sessions. Oscar leaned in close, his hot breath tickling my ear as he whispered, "You know what this song does to me, babe. It makes me want to take you right here on the dance floor and show everyone what you're mine."

I felt my core clench at his words, my nipples hardening against the soft fabric of my dress. I loved it when Oscar talked dirty, and tonight, I wanted to give myself completely to him. "Then take me," I purred, pressing my body against his, feeling the hard length of his cock straining against his pants. "I'm yours to do with as you please."

Oscar's hand slid down my back, pulling my body tight against his. With his other hand, he reached under my dress, his fingers teasing the soaked fabric of my panties. "You're so wet already, baby. Who knows, maybe I'll let one of my friends have a taste of this tight pussy tonight." I moaned, my eyes fluttering closed as his fingers found my clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles. "Oh, yes, Oscar," I gasped. "I'm yours to share. Do whatever you want with me."

As if on cue, Oscar's friend, Formula 2 driver Paul Aron, joined us on the dance floor. He was tall and muscular, with a mischievous smile that sent shivers down my spine. "Well, well, well," he said, his eyes roaming over my body. "Looks like someone's ready to play."

"She certainly is," Oscar replied, his hand still working its magic between my thighs. "Why don't you say hello, Paul?"

Paul didn't need to be asked twice. He pulled me against him, his lips crashing down on mine in a passionate kiss. I melted into the kiss, my hands exploring Paul's body as his tongue dueled with mine. I could feel both of their erections pressing into me, and it drove me wild.

Breaking the kiss, Oscar guided me to turn around, pressing my body against the hard planes of Paul's chest. "Such a beautiful view," Oscar murmured, nuzzling my neck. "Seeing your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock while Paul fucks that tight pussy from behind." I moaned, my eyes rolling back as Paul's hands slid up my thighs, lifting my dress. "Mmm, yes, Oscar," I breathed. "I want you both. Please, fuck me. Make me yours."

Without warning, Oscar spun me around and pressed my against the nearby wall, his mouth claiming mine in a voracious kiss. my senses spun out of control as I felt Paul's hands on my waist, lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pressed the length of his hard cock against my aching pussy. "You ready for me, baby?" he growled, grinding his hips against her.

"Please," I begged, my head falling back as Oscar kissed and nibbled on my neck. "Fuck me, Paul. Give it to me hard."

With one swift thrust, Paul impaled me on his thick shaft, burying himself balls-deep inside me. I cried out, my nails digging into Oscar's shoulders as I felt myself stretched around his cock. Paul began to move, his hips snapping as he pounded into me, each thrust hitting me deep and hard.

Oscar's hands roamed over my body, cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples. He kissed and sucked on my neck, marking me as his. "You like that, baby? You like being fucked by my friend while I watch?"

"Yes," I moaned, my head tossing back and forth as pleasure washed over me. "Oh, God, yes. It feels so good, Oscar. Don't stop."

Paul's hands gripped my thighs, holding me in place as he thrust faster and harder, his grunts filling the air. I felt her orgasm building, a coil of pleasure tightening in my belly. "I'm gonna cum," I panted, my fingers tangling in Oscar's hair. "Don't stop, please, don't stop."

As if sensing my impending release, Oscar reached between our bodies, his fingers finding my swollen clit. He rubbed me in slow, firm circles, sending shocks of pleasure coursing through me. "That's it, baby, cum for us. Let me taste that sweet pussy."

And cum I did. With a strangled cry, my body shook as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. My juices flowed around Paul's cock, making his thrusts even more delicious. "That's it, take it," Paul grunted, his hips slapping against my ass. "Cum all over my cock, you dirty girl."

As my orgasm began to subside, Paul quickened his pace, chasing his own release. I felt his cock twitch inside her, and with a final, powerful thrust, he filled me with his hot cum. "Fuck, yes," he groaned, his body trembling as he emptied himself inside me.

But the night was far from over.

After a brief respite, Oscar led us to a more secluded area of the club. His eyes were dark with desire as he pushed me against a nearby couch, his lips capturing mine in a fierce kiss. Paul stood beside us, his eyes burning with lust as he watched his friend take what he wanted from my willing body.

Oscar broke the kiss, his breath hot on my face as he said, "Get on your knees, baby. I want your mouth."

I obeyed without hesitation, my heart pounding with anticipation. I knew Oscar loved deepthroating, and the thought of taking him all the way down my throat made my pussy drip. I looked up at him with hooded eyes, my lips parted, as I reached for the belt of his pants.

Oscar undid his belt, freeing his hard length. my eyes widened at the sight of his thick, veined cock, the head already glistening with pre-cum. I licked my lips, leaning forward to flick my tongue over the sensitive tip. "Mmm," I moaned, tasting the salty sweetness of him. "I've been waiting all night for this."

I took him into my mouth, sucking slowly, bobbing my head up and down as my hands stroked his length. Oscar's hands tangled in my hair, guiding my pace as he moaned above me. "That's it, baby, just like that. Take it all."

my lips slid down his shaft, my tongue swirling as I hollowed my cheeks, taking him deeper with each stroke. I could feel his cock hit the back of my throat, and I relaxed, allowing him to slide down my throat. Oscar groaned, his hips bucking as he held me still, his cock buried deep. "Fuck, yes, that's it, take it all," he panted.

Pulling back, I sucked hard, hollowing my cheeks as I swirled my tongue. Oscar's hands tightened in my hair, guiding me in a fast, hard rhythm as he used my mouth for his pleasure. "You love that cock, don't you, baby?" he growled. "You're such a dirty little cock slut."

"Mmm-hmm," I hummed around his shaft, my eyes flashing with desire. "I love it, Oscar. I love sucking your big cock."

Paul stood beside them, stroking his hardening cock as he watched the erotic display. "Damn, that's fucking hot," he muttered. "Seeing her mouth wrapped around your cock is making me hard again, Oscar."

A wicked smile curved Oscar's lips as he pulled me off his cock, a strand of saliva connecting our mouths. "I think it's time for that double penetration I've been craving, don't you?"

my pussy clenched at his words, the thought of being filled by both men at once sending a thrill through my body. I nodded eagerly, my eyes shining with anticipation. "Please, yes. Fuck me, both of you. I want it so bad."

Oscar positioned me on my hands and knees on the couch, my ass raised in the air, my pussy exposed and glistening with my juices. "Ride that cock, Paul," he instructed, his eyes sparkling with lust. "I'm gonna stretch her throat while you pound that tight pussy."

Paul lined himself up, sliding into my wet heat with ease. I moaned, my eyes fluttering closed as I felt myself stretched around his thickness once again. Oscar guided my head down onto his cock, holding me still as he thrust his hips, fucking my mouth hard and fast.

The sensation of being filled at both ends pushed me closer to the edge. I felt Paul's hands grip my hips, setting a brutal pace as he slammed into me. Oscar's cock pumped in and out of my mouth, his balls slapping against my chin. "That's it," Oscar grunted. "Take it, you dirty slut. Take both our cocks."

The sounds of their grunts and my muffled moans filled the room. “So dirty for us, such a slut” Oscar grunted. His words sent me over the edge. I cried out around Oscar's cock as my orgasm ripped through me, my body shaking with the force of it. Paul roared his release, his cum shooting deep inside me as he rode out his orgasm.

With a final, hard thrust, Oscar held my head down on his shaft, his hips bucking as he filled my mouth with his hot load. I swallowed, milking him with my mouth as he groaned my name.

Collapsing onto the couch, all three of us panted, a tangle of sweaty, satisfied bodies. I smiled, my body buzzing with satisfaction. This was definitely a night I would never forget.

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