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i am the worst person to sit beside watching the brawn documentary because they’ll be talking about something very interesting and important and then the camera pans to baby seb for a split second and i have to shout SEB!!!!! and point at the tv

pls reblog for sample size!

idk man, that vid of seb doing pushups in the am plank video makes my mouth water and pussy clench

giving gamer!james head while he is on the headset 🤭🤭

this post is 18+, minors dni.

You can't hear what James's friends are saying over his mic, but you catch staticky murmurs here and there. You think you hear the word 'headshot', which you allow yourself a little chuckle at considering your current situation.

James's cock, stiff and already smeared with a mixture of saliva and precum, is sitting heavy on your tongue, drool pooling by your teeth. You're stretching your jaw to take him in full, nose nestled into the patch of wiry hair at the base. It smells musky, makes you groan, and elicits a hair tug from James.

You're not sure how he's playing the game with only one hand, the other knotted in your hair, but you presume it's poorly. You hear his annoyed groan and then his hand leaves your hair, reluctantly returning to his controller. As consolation, you bob backwards to kitten lick the head of his cock, hoping to make him feel better.

If it doesn't make him feel better, at least it makes him feel good. His dick twitches on your tongue and you reach a red, raw hand up to cup his balls, massaging at them gently. The other hand aches as it holds you up on the hardwood floor, but you don't complain, choosing to give your all into the blowjob in hopes that you don't notice the pain. Instead you notice the deep, musky smell between James's thighs, a glistening mark still present on his skin from where you'd sucked a bruise only moments before. The more you fondle his balls the more worked up he gets, and he conveniently dies the second you trail the tip of your tongue along the underside of his cock, slipping it through his slit and smearing away the bead of precum that had accumulated there.

It does him in. He lets out a gruff, resounding fuck!' into his mic, and he's lucky that his friends all think he's just upset from dying. Cum spurts into your mouth in globs that paint the back of your throat, and you almost choke on it as your cheeks bulge. Some drips down your chin and you catch James's eye when you swallow, tilting your head up to let him wipe away the stain on your face.

"Better luck next time, Potter," Sirius gloats, "Keep practicing, I'm sure you'll get lucky someday."

I got lucky, James thinks, watching as you eagerly lick at the pad of his thumb to rid it of his cum, licking your lips soon after and leaving them shiny, Sirius doesn't know what he's missing.

You are on a very important dinner and you are sitting right in front of him, you take off one heel and start rubbing him (maybe angry him afterwards?) + Seb

okay this - I was gonna do RBR Seb but maybe AM Seb cause he’s got more patience and is more fun to fuck with it :) 

Tonight was the big dinner with the sponsors. The last of the pre season events before the car launch. You were sat across from your husband, Sebastian, watching as he spoke to the man next to him - he was there on behalf of Oakley from what you gathered. 

Your heels were squeezing your feet so you slipped a foot out of the shoe, the feeling of relief on your face. Your leg stretched out, heel of your foot resting on Seb’s chair, between his legs. 

Seb glances over at you, smiling at you before turning back to the man. You started talking to the woman next to you, she was telling you about her children - what an exciting topic, you thought to yourself, hint the sarcasm. 

Boredom was hitting, your foot shifts and presses against his dick. Seb shifts in his seat, his hand dropping under the table to wrap around your ankle as you moved your foot slowly. 

You weren’t looking at him but you knew he was throwing glares at you - if looks could kill.

Your husband was a man of patience, you see it everyday.

He was level headed, he’s cooled down since his RedBull days but sometimes you missed it, missed the aggressive side of him, the side of Seb that would do anything and do whatever he wanted and put his everything in racing no matter what it took or who it hurt in the end. 

You knew it was selfish of you to want that back but you loved that side of him - the excitement of watching him fight his way to P1 drove you up the wall, not the mention the mind blowing sex you’d have after he won or got pole position.

Seb’s hand squeezes your ankle, harshly pushing your foot away from him. Your brows furrow, biting back a smile as you look over at your husband.

He didn’t say much to you for the rest of the night, mingling amongst the sponsors while you were off saving Lance from a boring conversation. 

The two of you were at the bar when Seb comes over. “Can I borrow her?” He asks Lance, already taking the glass from you and setting it on the counter. 

“Sure,” Lance’s brows furrow as he lets Seb pulls you off. 

You and Sebastian were outside, the man walking you over to the car. “You think that’s funny?” He asks, you were confused. 

“What?” you look at your husband, pinned between him and the car. 

“Your foot- you think it’s funny to get me hard in the middle of dinner?” 

“No, but I was bored.” You smile sweetly at him. Seb’s patience running thin- maybe he'd finally break. 

“Is that so?” He asks, turning you around so you were laying over the hood of the car. “Should I fuck you in the middle of the parking lot because I'm bored?” He asks you, your dress bunched over your hips. 

“Sebastian!” you scold him, looking over your shoulder at the man undoing his belt. 

“What ?” He asks, already lining himself up with you.

Before you could complain about anyone seeing you two, Seb pushes into you, your body flat against the hood of his Aston Martin. 

“You like this hm?” He calls to you, a hand pressed to the middle of your back, “knowing anyone can walk out and see you like this?” 

being passed around between jenson and mark 😮‍💨 i’m thinking thoughts rn

McLaren and Red Bull Era them? Top fucking tier

Mark whose pissed about something Sebastian did and Jenson because he was so close to another podium

They'd be so soft and lure you into this false comfort only to absolutely fuck you stupid. Mark who is always touching you with his hands a form of dominance for him and Jenson with his words whispering praise about how much of a slut you are for them and only them

Mark smirking laying his lips everywhere and Jenson taking photos to always remember this night

Excuse me I need to go drink holy water 🏃🏻‍♀️

college art and patrick giving you oral at the same time ; mdni

when you first suggested the idea after a night out at a pub, art and patrick thought you were insane. there’s always been tension looming between the three of you, although the idea of acting on it never seemed like a possibility.

the next day, however, when the two boys were sitting on the bleachers and watching you stretch before your tennis match, they turned to face each other with knowing looks on their faces.

now, you’re sitting on the edge of your small dorm bed, your legs spread as far as possible.

“are you sure this is okay?” you breathe out, asking the two boys as they kneel between your legs, their shoulders pressed together.

“yes.” they reply in unison, their eyes lighting up with a sense of eagerness.

you place your right hand in art’s hair and your left hand in patrick’s hair, wordlessly signalling for them to continue.

art makes the first move, gently kissing up your thigh before sticking out his tongue and flattening it, licking a stripe along the folds of your wet cunt.

“fuck.” you gasp, your eyes rolling back in pleasure as art moves his tongue to your clit, tracing circles on the sensitive bud.

“art, move over a little.” patrick interrupts your moans with his sharp tone. “play nice, share with me.”

art keeps his tongue on your clit but moves over slightly, following patrick’s demands. unlike the blonde boy, patrick doesn’t bother slowly making his way towards your cunt. instead, he immediately darts his tongue out, flicking it along your clit, making contact with art’s tongue.

it takes the two boys a moment to work out a rhythm and get used to their tongues so close together, but once they do, it feels like paradise for you.

your back arches and you can’t hold back your desperate moans. “oh my, fuck! yes.” you swear you sound like a porn star, but the pleasure takes over any common sense you have about being too vocal.

art opens his eyes and shifts his gaze to sneak a look at patrick, who’s flicking his tongue on your clit even faster. the blonde was already hard as he licked your pussy, but now he feels like a teenager again, as if he could cum just from the sight of patrick devouring you like it’s his last meal on death row.

as if patrick could feel the blonde eye fucking him, he glances at art, still working on getting you to climax.

you look down at them, curiosity taking over your facial expression as art stops his movements on your cunt, simply panting while staring at patrick, his shallow breaths hitting your cunt and sending shivers down your spine. “what’s wrong?” you breathe out, your eyes glazing over as a knot tightens in your stomach.

just as you’re about to cum, patrick and art lock their mouths together, their tongues clashing on your clit as they start making out, eliciting even more pleasure from your body.

“patrick, art…fuck, i’m so close.” your words seem to only motivate the two of them as they pick up the pace of their tongues in desperation. “you’re both so fucking hot.” you moan.

the knot in your stomach gets even tighter and after a few seconds, your thighs shake and your mouth parts as the knot releases and you cum on their tongues.

patrick and art pull away from in between your thighs, still kneeling beside each other, a mixture of their spit and your cum left over on their lips and chins.

“i think we should do this again, hm?” you give them a small smirk.

they look up at you intensely, then they turn their heads to look at each other, “yeah.”

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mick and the song “so it goes” by taylor! 🫶

okay hopefully I did this justice? just going off the vibe I got from the song

He reaches behind the turn the lock, your hands on his face as you kissed him, the two of you stumbling back until you hit the counter. It was another boring FIA gala, the two of you stuck there after your parents dragged you along. 

At least this way it’s more enjoyable. 

You and Mick had been best friends since childhood, your fathers raced together.

It was destined to be. 

The red lipstick left marks on his pale skin; from his lips to his cheek, trailing down his neck as you undid his tie. 

“We can’t be doing this,” Mick mumbles, reaching to lift you onto the counter. 

You ignore him, undoing the buttons of his shirt. 

“We’re not..” he breathes, pausing for a moment before looking at you. There was something unspoken between the two of you, you both knew that somehow, in someway, that you were going to end up together. 

It was just a matter of time. 

You get what he meant, your hand on his face again. “I’m yours, Mick. Always.” 

He sigh, pulling you back for a kiss. “Yours since the day I met you,” he smiles at your words. The white fabric drops to the floor, your dress pushed up and your panties halfway shoved into Mick’s pocket when you were pulled to the edge of the counter. 

His blue eyes meet yours; “You’re sure?” you kiss him and that was an answer enough for him.

The perfectly manicured nails dig into his back, dragging down his back and surely there's scratches along his pale skin. “God, I've been waiting for this for so long,” he whispers against your neck, hands resting on your hips to hold you in place. 

“Took you long enough.” You quip, pulling him back the chin for another kiss.