Like Cherries In The Spring

tenderness // mick schumacher

summary: soft aftercare with mick <3

authors note: first post of 2023 :)) thanks for sticking with me !!

mick has known about his gfs anxiety and vulnerability around sex since the early days of the relationship and they promised to take things slow

he’s always been the sweetest and most attentive lover in and out of the bedroom

so when she starts crying after their bout in the sheets one afternoon, his first instinct is to panic

“what’s wrong, leibling?” he says softly, using his thumb to brush away the tears

“it’s been a weird week. my emotions have been all over the place.”

snuggling into micks side, resting her head on his chest as he kisses the top of her head softly

“and the adrenaline drop isn’t helping.” he said quietly, running his fingertips over her skin

“it’s okay, schatzi. i love you, y/n. and I’ve enjoyed every minute we spent in this bed today.”

he’s flicking in his mind through this little imaginary file deck of things that they usually do together after sex and he’s trying to decide what might relax or cheer her up the most

because he’s not always okay when she’s not okay, especially if there’s nothing he can do about it

“do you want a warm shower, maybe we’ll take angie for a walk afterwards?”

“I’d really like that.” she says, tangling her fingers with his. “if I join you in the shower, do I get a scalp massage?”

warm showers have always been one of micks favourite ways to reconnect after sex

just holding her close, standing skin to skin under the warm water, massaging the aches out of her body

✨scalp massages ✨

massages are one of her absolute favourite things

massages have started many a night of passionate sex, like the afternoon they’d just had, which started with warm massage oil and a stress relieving back massage and had ended with two orgasms

but his all time favourite form of aftercare is a romantic walk with angie and his girlfriend

to him it’s the most intimate thing in the world: something as mundane and normal as walking his dog with the woman that he loves

they dress after the shower, in comfortable clothes and stolen kisses as they let angie into the bedroom

“who’s a good girl?” y/ns face brightens instantly when she sees the dog, kneeling down to scratch angie behind the ears, tail wagging furiously

it’s a perfect way to end the afternoon

walking around genolier holding his lovers hand on one hand and Angie’s leash in the other

it’s so mundane and casual, breath fogging in the air as they buy hot chocolate from a street vendor

he wouldn’t have it any other way

so i'll take the nightshift

sebastian and his ex wife have a chat after the last weeks events

part one here

wc: 1.3k words

cw: absent father? again not intentional

It had been a week since you had admitted to both yourself and your daughter that you missed Sebastian. In that week, he had been at your apartment first thing on Monday morning to pick her up so that he could spend his week with her, since he had already missed her birthday - which was truly no fault of his own - he had vowed he would treat her like the princess you both knew she was for the whole week he was able to spend with her. You knew that Sebastian was a great father, in your daughter's eyes? The best - even if her mommy and daddy didn't live together, she knew that they both loved her with everything that they had. Your week without her had been peaceful enough, managing to get all the housework that needed done did before her arrival - But the silence that came with the lack of her had you deep in your thoughts, as you remembered your admittance of missing your ex-husband: You were hoping that she wouldn't relay what you had said to Sebastian.

You were sat on the couch, Sebastians throw blanket tucked around you - You couldn't bare to get rid of it after you had separated, everything else was fair game, but part of you didn't want Sebastian out of your life entirely, you still loved him and missed him dearly. Hearing the door knock, you paused the movie playing on the TV, your daughter had already walked in on you watching a horror movie before, and you would rather not want to go through that again. Keeping Sebastians blanket wrapped around you, you heaved yourself up off of the couch and shuffled to the front door, opening it and seeing your daughter asleep in her father's arms.

"Oh, hey," You greeted him, your heart stopping as you realised that this was really the first time you had come face to face with your ex since you had admitted missing him, the Monday past where he had picked her up, you had been too busy getting her ready to really have a minute to process your feelings.

"Hi, I don't know if she's pretending to be asleep or not but she's not waking up," He smiled at her and then you, and you returned the smile, remembering the days where she would be pretending to be asleep to get you or Sebastian to carry her into the house. "Can I come in?" Sebastian asked you, you nodded in response, stepping aside to let him come into your apartment.

"How was she?" You asked him, brushing her blonde curls out of her face as she slept peacefully in her father's arms. Sebastian smiled, he held so much love for the daughter that you and him had created and loved nothing more than getting to spend time with her - well, he loved one thing maybe a bit more.

"She was great, I'm sure she'll tell you all about it when she wakes up, she's really talkative now, huh?" You chuckled at Sebastians words and nodded, you knew all too well how chatty your daughter could be, especially when she was excited or had something fun to tell you.  You sighed as you realised that you couldn't deal with the conflict that you felt within you anymore, you needed to talk to Sebastian about how you were feeling, about how your daughter was feeling.

"Seb, can we talk?" You asked him, placing a hand on your daughter's small back and then looking up at Sebastian, who nodded in response to your question. "You can put her to bed if you want, her room is down the hall and to the left." He smiled and nodded, internally fighting the urge to place a small kiss on your lips like he would always do. You paced your living room as you thought of how to vocalise your feelings without bursting into tears.

"Is everything okay, Y/N?" Sebastian asked you, as he settled down on your couch and watched as you sat down beside him, playing with the bracelet that your daughter had made you. You sighed, knowing that if you didn't do this now, then you never would. 

"(Name) missed you last week, she was devastated when you didn't make it to her party," You started telling him, your heart breaking as you remembered the heart break of your daughter as she told you of her upset at the absence of her father at her party. "And I had to tell her the same thing that I used to tell myself, that it was because this was your job and that you couldn't help it and then she said that she missed you and then I said-"

"That you miss me too," Sebastian cut you off, frowning as he looked at you. "She told me, I was putting her to bed and she told me that you were upset because you missed me." Your heart stopped as you sighed, rubbing your face.

"The worst part is that I mean it, Sebastian," You told him. "I miss you, but I don't miss you being gone all of the time, not hearing your voice for days because of the time differences, but now I have to make the same excuses I made for myself for you being gone to our daughter, Sebastian." Your voice was wavering and you knew that at any point, you would burst into tears and his next words would determine the possibility of that. He reached forward to hold your hand as he always did when he could tell that you were getting worked up, even separated, he still knew you so well.

"If it makes you feel any better, I'm going to be retiring at the end of this season," He dropped the biggest bomb you had possibly ever heard. You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked at him, you didn't understand - Sebastian loved his career, so why is he giving it up.

"What? Sebastian, you love racing," You voiced. Sebastian chuckled as he shook his head, still holding your hand in his.

"I do, but I love you and (Name) more, and I don't want to miss out on any more of our girl growing up," He told you, you swallowed the lump in your throat as you gained some sort of inkling where this was going - were you ready for this again? Was he being genuine? Of course he was. Again, even separated, you knew your ex well. "And I'm not expecting you to take me back straight away, I know me being gone so often really hurt you in ways that I could never imagine, but I would really like for us to try again. I still love you, Y/N. I think I always will love you." 

You didn't even think over his offer of trying again before you threw yourself into his arms, craving the feelings of his touch after being starved of it for so long. You were getting your Sebastian back. 

"I don't think I ever stopped loving you, Seb," You cried, looking into his eyes which mirrored your daughters perfectly. He laughed as he looked into yours, finding nothing but the woman he had loved since their first meeting, the woman who was the mother of his beautiful daughter, the woman he loved.

"Me neither, my love."

Maybe this time, things wouldn't be the same, but better. 

note: idk whether I love or hate this pls give me some feedback to work with

Mercedes really said 'you have to be hot if you want to work for us'.

harmony

{lewis hamilton x fem!reader}; {feat. toto wolff}

in which lewis persuades you to skip work for sexy times.

warnings: smut - woken up with oral, hold the moan vibes + having to keep quiet, oral sex (fem!receiving) while on a phone call, fingering, orgasm denial / build up, dom/sub controlling vibes if you squint with a tiny bit of light choking, semi-exhibitionism, dirty talk and fantasizing, unprotected sex, blatant lying to one’s boss + poor grasp of how f1 engines work on this author’s part (please suspend disbelief)

written for the kink bingo challenge - noise control

You wake up to the feel of his tongue against the flat expanse of skin below your belly button, tracing sinuous circles lower and lower, until he reaches the part of you he’s dying to taste. His fingers are pressed against your thighs, pushing them apart as he wriggles under the duvet, and even though you can’t see him, you can feel him - the scrape of his rough stubble, the heat of his mouth all over you, making you whimper at the sensation of his soft, wet lips touching your skin. You pull down the covers, exposing his braided hair before his wide, brown eyes peek out at you, and he’s smiling, flashing his white teeth at you as he strokes the insides of your thigh with his soft cheek.

“Good morning, beautiful.” His voice is always gruff in the morning, and the sound instantly prickles your skin with awareness and want, and you start to reply when his fingers gently part through your pussy, his thumb gently rubbing at the bead of your clit lazily, teasing you. “I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.” It’s barely dawn and you’re groggy from sleep, but the instant he dips his head to lick a wet stripe up the parts of you he’s touched, your eyes widen and suddenly, the rush of adrenaline and the promise of sex makes your body shiver awake.

“I’ve got to get ready for work in twenty minutes,” you protest, weakly, as his tongue traces erotic shapes between your legs, alternating with gentle little kisses that make you want to whimper and moan his name. His warm hand curls around your hip as he practically worships the softest, sweetest parts of you, lapping with his tongue at the altar of your thighs. “Mmmm,” he whispers, hot breath teasing you, making your body grow hot with desire. “Can’t you call in late? I need to taste all of your sweet, wet cunt. Now.”

You shudder as he seals his mouth over your clit, the suction of it driving you crazy, making you want more, more of anything and everything he’s got. You reach down to stroke his shoulders and cup the back of his head, tight with his braids, and he hums with affection, his eyes watching you with a glint in his eyes - desire inscribed all over his face. His hand trails down the outsides of your thighs, stroking you there, softly, rubbing little circles that make your breathing hitch. “Gonna fuck you with my tongue, love,” he says, and when he makes good on his raspy promise, your hips leap off the bed, feeling the slick, flexible shape of his tongue press deep inside you, curling deliciously into parts of you that’s almost too good to bear. You slide fingers into his tightly wound braids, undulating and gasping that it’s too much and not enough at the same time - wanting roughness, tenderness all at once. He pulls away, breathing heavily - and you relish the sight of his mouth and chin, glistening with your wetness, his saliva.

“So good for me, baby.” His smile is so wide, and it squeezes at your heart to be at the receiving end of such open praise. “You can take more, can’t you?”

You’re barely coherent when you tell him, “please, holy fucking shit - please, more?” He grins, leans down for a final kiss along your soft lips.

“I’ll give you everything you need, baby,” he pauses, like the most evil, opportunistic man alive, “if you call up work now and tell them you’re not coming in today.”

Your eyes widen when you register the thing he’s asking you to do. “Lewis. I can’t - I have so many things to clear today. We’re working on the engine-”

He gives you a faintly pitying look. “You work too fucking hard, my love. Don’t you deserve just one day off?” He lets a slow smile cross his face, his voice dipping into dangerously low territory. “One day where you get to spend all day in bed with my mouth between your thighs and my cock deep inside you.”

You can’t repress the shiver that runs through your whole body, with the erotic timbre of his voice, the sultry way he looks at you - hands wide on your thigh, thumb stroking absently as if to remind you constantly of his touch, to whet your appetite for more.

“Lew.” You chew on your bottom lip, as he raises his eyebrows in a playful challenge. “The boss would kill me.”

“Toto is very understanding.” Lewis assures, his fingers growing restless, sliding to the inside of your thigh and up its slope. “He won’t suspect a thing.” The soft pad of his index finger traces along the juncture of your legs, his feather-light touch along the seam of your pussy somehow more erotic than it has any right to be. You shiver, and Lewis ups the ante, making slow, sinful circles around your clit. “Promise.”

The assurance in his eyes is enough to make you grow bold, and when he tips his face in an unspoken, deliberate order to get your phone from the bedside table, it’s pure instinctive desire that drives you to do so - wanting to please him and only him. You start to look for the number for HR, ready to be done with this call in under a minute, when Lewis taps your thigh and makes you look up.

“Don’t call the admin office. Call Toto himself.” His smile turns almost devious. “I want him to hear it straight from you - that you’re not coming in today.”

As far as requests go, it’s still fairly innocent. You swallow against the intimidating thought of calling Toto, knowing that his displeasure will certainly come through the call, and you really hate making him upset. You think about the way his arms would look in rolled up sleeves, crossed over his broad chest and his mouth turning sullen as he stands to his height above you, and the thought is…

Well… it’s something.

Lewis grins at your face, as if reading your thoughts almost telepathically. “Are you blushing, babe? You down bad for Toto, huh?”

“No!” You hurry to defend yourself, but Lewis just smirks knowingly, the picture of cocky confidence, and it’s kind of hot, actually, that he’s not at all threatened by the way you might just have a tiny little bit of a crush on your boss. “I just… he scares me sometimes, and I hate disappointing him.”

Lewis kisses your hip in assurance. ‘You couldn’t ever disappoint him. He likes you, even if his face doesn’t always show it.’

You shake your head, doubtful and not at all reassured, and your fingers are shaky when you pull up his number and press call. Lewis beams, the pleasure on his handsome face making him even more unfairly gorgeous than you can bear. “Such a good girl,” his voice drops a register, as he bends down and lets his tongue trace a line down your hip and over the mound of your pussy.

Your mouth drops open, and you squirm against him, even as the phone continues to ring in your ear. “Lew! Stop that.”

He chuckles, but doesn’t pay attention, holding you tightly in position for his mouth to explore. “Keep perfectly still for me. And be perfectly professional with Toto, yeah?” You watch with unfolding worry as his fingers spread your legs wide and he dips for for another taste…

You grow frantic. “Lewis! I’m going to cut off this call and-“

“No.” He orders, between swipes of his tongue at your sweetness. “Stay on the line, sweetheart.”

Your stomach drops when Toto answers curtly, voice deep, reminding you of a headmaster that’s ready to dish out punishment. It’s too late to back out of the call now, and Lewis’ eyes sparkle when he realises this. His tongue licks gentle, teasing strokes up your cunt, and you shudder, on the precipice of moaning.

“Hello? Yes?” Toto’s always straight to the point. “Is there a problem with the-”

“No. Toto, I’m sorry to call.” You clear your throat, watching helplessly as Lewis smirks to himself and continues to busy his mouth with your cunt, lapping torturous, zig-zagging motions through your wet centre, letting his tongue tease sinful circles around your clit. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to steady your breathing. “I… I won’t be coming in today.”

“Oh.” He pauses, and you hear the shuffling of papers. He sounds distracted. “Why not?”

Lewis squeezes your thigh, and you open your eyes to look right down at him, those gorgeous warm eyes laced with a sensual streak, and the smirk you can only feel against your softest parts. He sucks against your clit, his fingers teasing at your wet entrance now, and your cheeks grow hot as pleasure grows. “I’m sick.” You barely get out, trying to keep your voice as neutral as possible.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Toto says, as heat coils low in your belly to the tune of Lewis’ hot, wet suction, building you up towards a sensation that’s so ridiculously good, you’re dying to cry out. You bite down on your bottom lip, a hand reaching down to fist into his neat braids as your hips rise to press more firmly against his mouth. He moans appreciatively, and you release a shaky breath. Toto’s voice continues, assertive in your ear. “Have you gone to see a doctor?”

“Soon,” you clear your throat again, overriding the impulse to cry out. “But I have enough medication to cover me, I think.”

“Mm.” More papers, and in the background, someone’s talking to him, which takes his attention away for a couple of seconds. Meanwhile, Lewis is unrelenting, devious, his cheeks flushed and now wet with your slick, with the thrill of getting you off in such a precariously sexy way. You pull the phone away from your face to let out the tiniest little whimper, and Lewis makes a low, appreciative sound, a renewed desire to chase that noise all the way until you explode.

“Well you better be getting some rest.” Toto’s voice is measured and even when he speaks again. “Is Lewis there with you?”

Your eyes widen, and Lewis, who can faintly overhear the exchange, pulls away for a second to chuckle. “Yes,” you tell Toto truthfully, because there’s never been any reason to hide your relationship. “He’s uhm… he’s here.”

There’s a fondness that enters his voice when he replies. “Well I hope he takes good care of you.”

You didn’t think you could blush any hotter than right now. Lewis winks at you, and you swallow down a shudder when he returns back to the sacred space between your legs for a long, indulgent lick. “Y-yes. He’s being so very good to me.” You can’t help the little hitch in your breath that escapes, as Lewis rubs the bridge of his nose against your clit, his flexible tongue dipping inside you so he can taste inside. He ventures inside you so deep that your back arches against the mattress, and you struggle to contain yourself and the noises that threaten to spill forth. Lewis looks at you, eyes lust-drenched and irresistible and you moan.

That sound you make doesn’t go unnoticed by Toto, and you hear him get up to close his office door, before sitting back in the chair that creaks a little. When he speaks again, his voice drops a register. “What’s he doing for you, hm?”

Your cheeks burn as you look away from Lewis. “N-nothing.”

“Oh. That’s disappointing,” Toto says, and you can almost imagine the tiniest grin curve up on his face, his forearms with rolled up sleeves now on his desk. “He really ought to be a better boyfriend…”

“H-he is,” you splutter, half caught between embarrassment and worry that he’ll fire you in an instant - or worse, that he’ll stay and listen. The image of Toto listening in, privy to your most secret and sacred intimacies with Lewis, makes you want to hang up instantly. Lewis doesn’t care - he revels in your discomfort, your struggle to maintain your professional facade, your composure. He slides two fingers inside you, curling upwards to rub against the sensitive spot inside you that he has grown accustomed to touching, and your whole body squirms, growing molten-hot, dripping with unfulfilled yearning. You exhale roughly when you manage to tamper down the tide of pleasure, and Lewis smirks when you say, weakly, “He’s… he’s just taking care of me.”

“I bet he is.” Toto’s voice grows almost unbearably low, and this time, there’s an unmistakable gruffness that underscores his words. Your eyes grow wide with realisation when Toto says, “I think I can hear him taking such good care of you.”

Fuck. You definitely should hang up, now.

Lewis murmurs, “put him on loudspeaker, babe.” When you give him the most horrified look of indignation, he strokes your thigh reassuringly. “Trust me. I know you’ll love it.”

There’s nothing - nothing more thrilling than this: the mischievous, cocky arch of his brows when you lose all sense of self and comply with his wishes. Whatever Toto’s thinking about, what he’s able to hear from you two on the other side, you don’t trust yourself to imagine, but you hear the rough edge of his voice that comes through clearly from the loudspeaker, “Please don’t let me interrupt. I just have a couple of questions about the engine if you’re not going to be coming in today…”

Toto’s mean, keeping you on the phone line like that - it’s punishment, surely, for faking an illness. He grills you about the pneumatic valves, and you’re fighting against the way your brain melts from the torture Lewis enacts between your legs, trying to piece together information for Toto that’s at least vaguely professional. You gasp when Lewis’ mouth closes over your entrance, tongue reaching out to lick you there, wet and hot and flexible, making soft little moans. “You taste so good,” he whispers, almost too-loud, “so sweet and good for me.” His tongue pushes right inside you again, and you jerk against the bed, whimpering, on the cusp of begging him to stop - or worse - to let you cum.

“Shhhh,” Lewis warns, eyes crinkling at the sides - gleaming. “Gotta be so quiet, baby.”

So instead of moaning his name like you’re dying to, you rattle off to Toto about the new design of the valves in your shakiest voice, how they’re guaranteed to be more efficient without compromising the speed of the car, the fuel/oxygen conversion, the balancing act you’ve struck between efficacy and the weight of the engine. Between your legs, you’re walking that tightrope sensation of staving off your orgasm and getting so fucking close you just might scream.

Toto clears his throat, and you can hear the impatient shuffle of papers again. “Right. Remains to be seen if it’ll actually work, but I think we can give it a try.”

Lewis smiles - Toto’s tough, but fair and realistic. You twist in the sheets, impatient to be let off. “I’ll send an email about the inner workings-”

“That won’t be necessary,” you can almost hear the smirk Toto gives. “Make sure you rest. I’ll leave you in the excellent hands of Lewis, and please remind him to return you back to us when he’s all done with you.”

“Yes, Toto,” Lewis’ calls out, eyes gleaming with sensual promise even as his thumb rubs over your clit now, keeping you on the edge. You let out a shivery breath and tell Toto, “I’ll be back tomorrow.”

“Take care, you two.” Toto chuckles, then clicks off.

“Fuck you,” you start to scold, but then Lewis dips back down at your pussy again and does this illicit thing with his mouth that has the protest dying right in your throat. “Fuck. Lewis.”

“Look at you, being all professional on the phone. God, you know what your technical vocabulary does to me, don’t you? My girl’s so competent,” Lewis says, tenderly, pride filling his voice. All you can manage is a nod, already on the edge of something quite explosive, already beyond mindless from the sweet suction of his pretty mouth. He laps his tongue flat against your clit now, feeling your wetness grow as he builds you up again. You shudder audibly, the sounds of your exhales matching his own ragged breathing. You know Lewis hears it too - and there’s this flash of a smugness he gives you, as if he loves this game so much - the adrenaline of putting you on display, not letting Toto know while he’s tuning you up, still running through him even after Toto’s hung up.

A little part of you wonders what would have happened if he hadn’t hung up.

“Lewis, oh my god,” your voice is too desperate, too full of shame and need - as profane thoughts start to infiltrate your mind that don’t just centre around your boyfriend. In response, Lewis moans, and does this filthy thing with his tongue that’s the very definition of mindfuck. Your heels dig into the sheets bunching around his body, hips twisting in the agonised-pleasure of an almost orgasm, and he fights to keep his mouth on your pussy, but he’s strong and good at what he does.

“Please, please,” you beg, tears in your eyes, and just as you think you cannot take it anymore, he spreads your legs even wider and truly buries his face there, groaning as if he’s half-starved and you’re the last, delicious thing he wants to feast on.

“Lewis… fuck, Lewis!” You thrash against the sheets as an orgasm crashes into you with an intensity that floors you, and he rides the wave with you, eyes blazing, mouth relentlessly dragging out every bit of your pleasure. When the last tremors fade, he laughs with pure, heady pleasure as he kisses your belly with his dirty, slick mouth, smearing your juices on your skin. You’re panting like you just ran a marathon. Lewis’ eyes are so sparkly, so pretty, when he’s this turned on and looking straight up at you.

“Pass me the lube,” he whispers, motioning to the side of the bed that’s just within reach. You comply, and he holds out his hand for you to shakily squeeze a generous dollop of it onto his palm. He reaches down to you, spreading your legs wide, before letting two fingers gently graze over your entrance, touching the sensitive skin there and guiding his fingers in little teasing strokes, making you even slicker for him.

“So pretty,” he says, and you want to protest, because he’s the pretty one when he’s above you like this, glowing with a ethereal aura around him as he looks down at you, full of confidence. Angelic is the word that comes to mind. You watch, captivated by the stretch of the tattooed fingers that wrap around his cock, his eyes at once hungry and so full of tenderness and trust, and your heart can’t stop racing when he leans over you, his thighs bracketing yours.

“Please…” you beg, wrapping arms around his shoulders as you get him right atop you, and he smiles down indulgently, in a look that promises you anything you ask for. “Want you, Lew.”

“Just me?” He teases, and you roll your eyes at his jibe. You know he will never let you live this down - now that he knows about your little crush on Toto.

All teasing aside, you press a kiss to his nose, his Cupid’s bow, and tell him, “You know I want you.” His eyes soften at your admission, growing serious now. “I want you in all the ways a person can want another.”

He looks almost bashful at that - like he’s not expecting such a confession in the midst of a playful morning fuck. “You have me,” he says, taking your hand in his and pressing it to his lips. “All of me. Always.”

Something in your chest melts at his words.

“Relax for me,” he whispers as he runs his cock along your wet, sensitive folds, pressing gently against you, wet with lube and with precum. His cock is so hot and throbbing that it makes you tighten your grip over his shoulders. He brushes his lips over yours, kissing you from the distracting stretch of himself in you, going slow, careful to let you adjust. Lewis is so gentle, and the way he fills you up with such care makes you fall in love with him just a little bit more. “That’s it…” he says, voice husky and slow, “that’s my good girl.”

You kiss him as his fingers wind around the curve of your hip, giving him leverage to move inside you with a rhythm that comes so instinctively to you both, until you melt into the sheets - into him entirely. The haze that surrounds you, heady, dizzying, makes you whimper almost brokenly, unable to form coherent sentences any longer. Dimly you register his fingers sliding up from your hip to your waist, coasting over the curve of your breasts before he slides it over the column of your neck for a gentle squeeze at the sides. He likes these little reminders that you’re his to use - to play with - to tease into mindless ecstasy.

“More, Lewis,” you beg, and he presses his fingers into the gentlest chokehold, before easing up on you, fingers light around your neck, with a grin that tells you he likes it when you sound whimpery, desperate. He fucks you faster now, hissing at the way your fingernails dig into his back, moaning when you drag them down. He whispers your name against your lips between wet, open-mouthed kisses, and you tighten around his cock at how full it feels, having him inside you.

“Bet Toto would’ve loved to hear this,” he says, and you swear at him, because he’s dragging out this fantasy, making you crazy, getting you close as his fingers reach down to rub your aching clit now. He’s close, too, you can tell, from the way his breathing goes ragged, his eyes dark and wide with lust. “You’d let him hear me fuck you, wouldn’t you?”

You only cry out, bucking against his touch, his thrusts. You don’t trust yourself to answer.

“Yeah I know you would. You couldn’t be quiet because you’d want him to hear you get filthy for me, wouldn’t you?” His voice is still so smug but there’s the tiniest tremble there that you can hear. It’s so sexy, knowing he’s getting off on it too.

You thrash against him, whining now with the shame of loving what he’s saying, feeling so hot you feel like you might combust. “That’s too dirty, Lew.”

“You love me saying slutty things to you.” He groans, his hips snapping against yours erratically now. He’s so close. “Especially if Toto’s just near enough to hear it, huh? Bet your moans would get us both in trouble.”

You groan, and clench around him at the thought.

“Fuck, I need to come,” Lewis says with a urgency that lights up something primal in you, as all tension breaks apart inside you, and suddenly you’re coming, pulling him closer to you as you shudder uncontrollably, crying out his name, the thought of Toto listening to this at the back of your mind, spurring you on.

Lewis buries his face in your neck and comes inside you deep, and you can feel the spurt of his cum in you - hot, messy and reckless, as he shivers and makes sounds that are better than any dirty fantasy you’ve ever had. He collapses beside you, arms still wrapped around your body as his lips press to your neck, your skin pebbling under the hot brush of his breath. You curl your arms around his back, thoughts of work all forgotten as you kiss the parts of him that are just within your reach. This is all you need, right now. Just him, and no one else.

“I need a shower,” Lewis murmurs, sounding exhausted. You reach behind his neck and massage the line of muscles that connect from the base of his scalp to his shoulders and he hums in gratitude. He always aches there when he eats you out for extended periods of time.

“Thought you were going to stay in bed with me all day,” you half-complain, as he turns his neck to allow your fingers to massage a new spot.

He flashes a bright grin at you, going limp under the touch of your hands. “That depends… are we going to have to make more phone calls to get you going again?”

Your bright blush and squeak of indignation makes him burst into laughter that echoes off your bedroom walls. He’s so terrible - but he’s yours.

All yours.

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I started on this way back in august of 2022, when i was deranged and decided i wanted to explore more ‘hold the moan’ type of scenarios. There might have been an earlier draft of this story where Toto actually joins in (askjhdakjsdhs) but it was too much for my brain to handle and I didn’t want it to detract from Lewis in any way. So maybe we’ll do a Toto one another time (maaaaaybe).

I really struggled to write this for months but eventually I just needed to finish it and let it be. It spiralled past 4K territory and I was slowly but surely losing my mind. Thank fuck it’s done and I don’t have to think about it any more. Also i seem to love writing stories about skipping work to fuck… it’s clearly a kink that resonates.

I’m a bit nervous to have this out cause i haven’t written for him in so long, but I loved writing Lewis in this so much - he’s a really cool mix of sexy, sweet, playful to me, and i def want to write more for him (so send inspo?). Inspiration from this was taken from ‘every kind of way’ by H.E.R.

Would love to know what you thought, or if you’d like to just scream about how mindlessly hot Lewis is at me <3

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all my love, ivy

prize

{toto wolff x fem!reader x lewis hamilton}

in which toto gifts lewis his most prized possession

warnings: smut with no plot in sight, threesome sex, free-use/sharing, blowjobs/intense deep throating with some references to light gagging + choking / hand over throat and swallowing, voyeurism/exhibitionism with m!masturbation, fingering, unprotected + risky/irresponsible sex, some vague dom/sub controlling dynamics with use of “sir” + “good girl”, some dirty talk, possessive behaviour and ownership talk that is concerning to feminism.

a/n: sometime last year, I was writing something that was so dirty I wanted to create an entirely new blog so I wouldn’t be associated with it. This is the fic that spurred that impulse. i promise I don’t usually write filth like this, but I was possessed by the need to get this out of my system.

They got you splayed out flat on the huge bed that sits in the middle of the hotel room, your tight skirt hiked up to your hips, legs spread. The taller man stands in front of you, a balled fist under his chin as he contemplates how delicious you look, naked and wet for him and his prized, 7-time (or 8, depending on who you ask) world champion who’s still in disbelief, having come straight from his most recent podium finish.

“See, Lewis,” Toto’s deep voice reverberates through the room, making your skin pebble with awareness of its sensual timbre, “I told you I’d get you a fitting prize for your win today.”

Lewis’ eyes glint with amusement, tongue flicking out to swipe over his bottom lip that’s still sticky with champagne. “She’s so pretty, Toto. She yours?”

“Mmmm.” He nods in agreement, reaching over to slide his hand up the soft curve of your inner thigh, making you shiver with want. His hands are so big and warm as they inch up to cup your pussy between your legs, pressing into you with skilful, familiar hands that have you bucking up into his sensual touch. Those long, elegant fingers stroke between your folds, teasing you until you cry out and beg, “please, Toto!”

He withdraws instantly, and you groan from the loss of his touch. When he speaks, it’s unbearably deep and authoritative. “What did you just call me?”

“I’m s-sorry,” you whimper, feeling the shame burn in your cheeks, “p-please… sir.”

He crooks a grin at you, voice still holding traces of his stern discipline. “That’s much better.”

And with that admission, he licks his fingers, already wet with you, so that they’re even slicker so he can push them into you, curling up and rubbing that perfect spot inside you that’s got you arching, undulating against his hand. Toto’s smile widens when he feels your walls clenching around his fingers, endeavouring to slide a third finger inside the tight squeeze of you. He darts a look at Lewis, as if ready to issue orders over a team radio, and Lewis is so quick on the uptake, understandingly perfectly what Toto wants and starts stripping himself from fashionably loose top. He’s beautiful - so muscular and taut everywhere, and deliciously hard where it matters most. You can’t tear your eyes away from the way his fingers - tattooed, long, elegant - peel his clothes away with such a finesse.

“Make him feel so good with your mouth,” comes Toto’s order, his fingers still working you, and you twist up into the pleasurable rhythm of his touch, and the prospect of obeying him, of getting to taste his champion whom you’ve had your eye on for longer than you cared to admit.

Lewis steps forward, not shy in the very least, but you sense his apprehension in crossing this line with you tonight. That, you think, won’t do at all. He needs to know you want this - you’re eager to show him how happy everyone is after his victory - how pleased Toto in particular is.

Toto can be very generous with his gifts when he wants to be. And you never want to disappoint.

Your tongue licks Lewis’ dick from the base all the way to the tip, tracing the vein that runs across his cock so beautifully. He makes such encouraging sounds as you worship him with your mouth, with kisses and long sweeps of your tongue, until he’s fully hard, and he’s got his hands cupped at the back of your head with gentle persuasion.

“Such a good girl. Showing him what your mouth can do, hm?” Toto slides his thumb over your clit, rubbing a sinister, torturous little pattern that makes you moan as you gaze up at Lewis, watching his eyes go half-lidded with desire as you take his cock further into your mouth, swallowing around him. “That’s it, sweetheart,” Toto praises, fuelling your desire to please him and Lewis even more. “That’s my good girl.”

You suck Lewis in your mouth so deep that you have to concentrate to suppress your gag reflex. His lips part, eyes darkening as you reach for his hip and pull him even further inside you, until he’s past the tight squeeze of your throat and you choke slightly, eyes watering from the sensation of him buried in you fully. This blowjob, coupled with Toto’s relentless fingers fucking you, teasing you until you’re mindless, makes you gasp out, making rough noises of struggle as you grow overwhelmed with the sensations they’re building inside you.

Lewis brushes away the stray tears that fall from your eyes, pulling back slightly to ease your discomfort. “You look so fucking pretty like this…” he says, flicking his tongue over his lower lip.

You whimper, pushing back to find that satisfying girth of his cock, the pressing it to the back of your throat again, and this time it makes his dick throb. You gag slightly, the sound making Toto hum encouragingly, and so you take more and hold back the reflex that’s pushing his cock out. You keep Lewis in the squeeze of your throat for long seconds, until he’s swearing, pulling out desperately because it feels too good, and you’ll make him want to come too quickly. You can taste the musky sweetness of his precum all over your tongue when he slides out, his cock a mess with your saliva.

“Fuck.” He says, eyes shiny, staring at you with an incredulity that feels like the best form of flattery.

“Got her all ready for you, Lewis.” Toto withdraws his fingers and, with a wry little smile on his face, draws P1 in your own wetness in the blank canvas of your inner thigh, and Lewis traces it with his own fingers, his face aglow with pride at the memory of his victory.

“On your back, pretty girl,” Lewis says, and you hurry to comply. He gets on top of you, his warmth engulfing you. You tip your head back to watch Toto press his palm over the bulge at his pants, as if to ease the ache there, and you whimper, reaching out for him.

Toto shakes his head, settling into the chair he pulls up next to the bed to watch you two. “You’re all his tonight, do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” you whisper, flushing at the thought of Toto sharing you so freely, especially when he’s ordinarily so possessive. You turn back to look at Lewis, who’s so handsome especially up close, and you wind your arms around his neck to pull him down for a kiss that’s tentative, sweet - showing Toto exactly what he’s missing out on tonight. Lewis deepens the kiss with a hand cupped to your jaw, and you moan when his tongue slides against yours - you know he can taste himself on your tongue.

At the side of the room, you hear Toto unzip his pants, and when you turn to look, Lewis pulls your face back to him. “Eyes on me,” he says, a tad sharply, and you shiver at the authority you hear in his voice, “you’re mine tonight, remember?”

You swallow, feeling heat rush to your cheeks at the thought of fully surrendering to him. He rubs his nose against yours, and you exhale at the feel of his soft lips coming to kiss you again - this time, it’s this intoxicating, drug-like thing that makes you dizzy with want. “Lewis,” you beg, stroking your hands down his smooth back, feeling the shift of his muscles underneath your touch. “Yes. All yours.”

Lewis pulls back from the kiss - raises his eyebrows. And you bite down on your bottom lip, knowing exactly what he wants.

You take a steadying breath, before telling him, “I’m all yours - sir.”

At the side, you can hear Toto’s hitched breath, as if he finds this transgressive act of you calling Lewis the name you reserve only for Toto so unbearably, ridiculously arousing. Behind that, the sound of his hand coming to stroke his cock with teasing slowness - as if he wants to savour this - to prolong this.

Lewis smiles into your kiss, his hands now gliding across your thigh, guiding you to wrap around his hips so that he can be so close to you - his prize. His cock is so hard against your belly, but he seems content to grind up slowly against you - letting the heat build in torturous laps. You whimper in frustration, pushing back into him, the ache between your legs too much to ignore any longer. “So impatient,” he teases, “are you this whiny with Toto?”

“Worse,” Toto says, the low rumble of his voice an erotic reminder that he’s relinquished you tonight. “She’s always so fucking eager for it.”

Lewis chuckles, letting his hand wander past the slope of your thigh, up to your slick folds that part easily for his fingers. You gasp when he finds your clit, making messy circles as his free hand finds the curve of your breast to cup its weight, tease your nipple into an even stiffer point. You arch your back, bucking into his touch. “So good for me,” he murmurs, glancing over at Toto now, and you follow his gaze, meeting your boyfriend’s eyes and seeing them glazed over with affection, with yearning, with an arousal that you’ve never quite seen before. Toto’s hand’s gripping his cock in twisting, deft strokes. Your belly tightens, jaw going slack as you watch, hypnotised, feeling yourself tip past the point of no return, having Lewis’ fingers on your clit, watching Toto touch himself to this - you come all too easily, melting into the sheets with endless shudders and a wet rush over Lewis’ fingers. You can’t help the mess you make, and judging from the look on Toto and Lewis’s face - they can’t help admiring it.

“Don’t keep her waiting, Lewis,” Toto says, an order that’s clearly for his own benefit too. From the way his breathing’s gone ragged, a flush spreading down the open collar of his button down shirt, you know he wants to come, too.

Lewis nods, keeping his eyes on his boss as he whispers into your ear, “he likes to watch, huh?”

You grin at him. “Turn me over and fuck me, and you’ll find out just how much he likes it.”

Lewis laughs. He’s left the skin along your belly sticky with precum, from where his cock’s been grinding against you, and you feel an answering pull to have him make more of a sticky mess all over you. Inside you.

He turns you over gently in his hands, until you’re on your belly, in direct view of Toto. Facing him.

Toto winks at you, and stills his hand. You lick your lips and gaze at the erection in his lap, already beaded with moisture from the tip. Fuck, you mouth to him, and from the way he smirks, you know he feels the exact way you do now.

Lewis slides a hand in your hair and tugs, making you cry out in surprise. He kisses your cheek, and you wriggle back into his cock, sliding it along the cleft of your ass. Back and forth. Toto spits into his hand and you watch him drag the shiny smear across his cock with fascination. “Need you, sir,” you say, unable to distinguish exactly who you’re talking about - because maybe it’s not just Toto or Lewis - but somehow both, fulfilling exactly what you want. What you need.

Lewis tightens his grip in your hair, guiding his cock with his free hand to the slippery heat he finds between your legs now. You spread your legs for him, unable to keep at bay the shameless wanting you feel - intensified only by the fact that Toto’s watching you two, touching himself to this.

Lewis gazes at Toto with a keen eye, as if needing that final push towards the finish line, an extra injection of assurance and confidence, and all Toto does is to give the most subtle of nods, and to tell him, “go on, Lewis.” He grins in a way that befits his name - teasingly wolfish. “Push, push.”

Lewis hums, “understood.” And he does. Oh he fucking does - pressing thick and hot into you, with a grunt that you echo as well. He feels so solid inside you, and it almost aches to have him fill you up. Your face scrunches up with that ecstasy of feeling all of him and you grip the sheets while you breathe through this new sensation.

Above you, Lewis is pressed against your back, practically vibrating with energy. You clench around him when Toto groans softly, squeezing at the head of his cock until a tantalising drip of precum leaks out. You want to lick it all up, and the look in Toto’s eyes promises you that you can - later.

Lewis sucks in a breath, and starts to move inside you, using the grip he has in your hair as leverage to fuck you deeper, rougher. You cry out with each thrust he makes, keeping your eyes on Toto the whole time, the lines of his face becoming more pronounced when he’s this turned on. “Such a good girl,” he says, and you bask in his praise, tightening around Lewis in a way that makes him groan.

Lewis rewards you with kisses littered along your shoulders, your neck, finding a particularly sensitive spot that makes you melt into the bed as you exhale a trembly breath for him.

“You can bite, too,” Toto chimes in, and your whole body goes taut - he looks so smug, being so thoroughly in tune with your body that he knows what you need even before you need it. You could come like this, to Toto’s open adoration of you and Lewis together, to his orders, to the way Lewis fucks into you with the perfect balance of roughness and tender care. Lewis is no fool - he’ll take every advantage that’s offered by his boss. He snaps up the instruction with ease, sinking his teeth into your nape and sucking at the soreness he leaves. You moan, desperate now because your body feels like it doesn’t belong to you any longer, it’s so molten-hot - pure liquid desire fissioning through you. Toto’s fingers speed up now, and you want him and the rewards he’ll give you later, when Lewis is gone.

“You know he saved it all up for you,” Toto’s voice turns conspiratorial, “he doesn’t fuck before a race.”

You turn to look up at Lewis - his sparkly, pretty eyes, the determination underscored in them, and lean up to kiss him. He deserves this so much - his patience paying off incredibly well. “Don’t stop…” you whisper between the kiss, and Lewis nods, chasing your mouth with his, sucking on your bottom lip. “Don’t stop until you get what you want. What you deserve, sir.”

He pulls back, eyes bright and eager with possibility. He uses that hand in your hair to turn you back to Toto, leaning in to echo the same words Toto issued just moments earlier. “Go on baby,” Lewis whispers, mischievous now, “show him what your mouth can do.”

You gasp. “Holy fuck - yes.”

Toto grins with delight, like Lewis’d just overtaken two cars in a tight corner. He gets up and you don’t waste time obeying - getting what you’d been wanting all evening - taking his cock between your lips now, sucking him in a way that you know he likes. He fills your mouth like no other, and you swallow around him, wanting nothing more than his cum on your tongue, on your face. Lewis doesn’t stop fucking you, hips snapping into yours eagerly, purposefully, and it’s delicious, the dual sensation of being filled at two ends.

Lewis gently eases your head down into Toto’s cock, and you relax your throat, swallowing and breathing slowly until he’s lodged firmly in the tight column. Toto grunts - he likes this, and ordinarily you can’t hold it for too long, but you’re eager to please, to keep this pleasurable for him. For Lewis.

But then Lewis moves his hand from your hair to your throat, and your eyes widen as you realise what he’s doing - trailing fingers along the bulge that Toto’s cock makes in your neck, as if he’s fascinated by how hot it is, how tight your throat must feel, and you start to shake - it’s too much to be touched like this. You pull back instantly, catching your breath, feeling an answering wet rush between your legs.

Your face feels hot when Toto tenderly strokes it, wiping away some of the spit that gathers along your chin, and you nuzzle into his large hand, feeling so comforted. “You liked that,” he observes, and you readily nod.

Lewis grins, wrapping a hand lightly around your throat now. “Can you do it again, sweetheart?”

You make a rough little noise and nod, and this time when you take Toto down your throat again, you know Lewis feels it go in, the same bulge that has you swallowing around, struggling to contain all of Toto’s cock inside you. This feels so hot to you, a challenge that you’re willing to conquer because it gets Toto flustered, that icy control he always has seeming to fracture at the edges when you’re this dirty for him.

Lewis moans, and you tighten around him. He’s going to come. You’re going to come. And Toto… he’s losing control. Fast. Pulling back the slightest before thrusting once into your open mouth now, and-

He swears, and shudders.

The hot spurt of him comes so quick, you’re caught off guard. But you hold him deep inside as much as you can, only pulling back slightly as his cock throbs and he makes this erotically-charged moan when he coats the back of your throat, his eyes never leaving yours as you swallow, suppressing the reflex to gag. He looks so wrecked with ecstasy that you can’t wait to do this again.

Lewis continues to fuck into you, biting your shoulder as if needing to find a distraction, reaching between your legs to drag some of your shared wetness over your clit so he can rub it in messy, desperate circles. You thrash against him as you pull off from Toto’s cock with a satisfying gasp of breath, filling with relief from the ache in your throat and jaw. Lewis murmurs hotly into your skin, “so pretty, fuck… so incredibly good for us,” and you’re shivering now, wanting to having him spill into you with such a savage desire that you push back urgently into him.

“Gonna come,” you warn him, and he groans in return, not stopping for a goddamn moment, letting you ride the momentum you need, that he needs.

Toto cups your face, panting, letting you peer up at him. “God, you’re going to come so hard for him, aren’t you?”

You whine almost pathetically. He’s right. He’s so fucking right.

The orgasm crashes into you with thunderous force, and you cry out hoarsely into Toto’s hands, tears and agonised pleasure written all over your face. The room echoes with your mingled scream of Toto’s name, of Lewis’, with a “sir” and “holy fucking shit” thrown in for good measure. You come and don’t stop coming until Lewis himself is moaning, shoving into you erratically and spilling himself into you. Risky. Reckless. Fucking hot.

You wonder if Toto will make him clean you up, and the thought makes you shiver. You collapse against each other - breathlessly satiated.

The exhaustion that sets in after is profound, but there’s something inherently satisfying in having Lewis pull you over to the centre of the bed, while Toto climbs in at the side, sandwiching you between him and Lewis while he hands you water that you sip at, gratefully, before passing it over to Lewis.

Toto looks so fucking proud of the two of you, as if it’s a shared podium, and he tells you this in the soft kisses he makes at the sore points of your throat and jaw, licking tenderly as if to soothe over the ache. “You did so well,” he murmurs, but there’s no telling if he’s talking only to you, or to Lewis as well. There’s a faint rumble in his chest when you make appreciative noises for his gentle aftercare. His hands stroke over your bare hip, the curve of your waist, and you whimper softly, curling into him. Lewis snuggles in too, spooning you into Toto, sleepily nuzzling his face into your hair, dreaming, you imagine, of future podiums with you and Toto.

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so happy to purge this fic from my system!! quite a different vibe from the last Lewis & Toto fic I wrote. also yes, I know this wasn’t the threesome that was promised but my Charlos one will be up as soon as I can manage it!

been thinking a lot about threesomes these days if I’m honest. That threesome poll really got me thinking 👀

would love to hear what you thought of this, if you’d be so kind 💛

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putting the 'bi' in bitch

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venus in leo ;)

F1 alignment chart 2 📈

Hii! Can you do something with Redbull Seb and these 46, 49, 52, 95, 4, 75? You don't need to use all of them, I just put some of them so you could see my vision. Thank you <3

First time writing Seb but the wheel of fics has spoken and so today is the day, praying this goes well

Translation: Biene = Bee in German

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"I'm not going to touch you unless you beg," Seb hums in your ear, smirking at the groan of frustration that bubbles from your throat. "Come on Seb, I've been waiting all night, please just touch me." You whine, bucking your hips towards his face in impatience. His hands force your hips back down, "Good girl, that wasn't so hard was it?" He smiles, his fingers wiping through your folds. "So wet for me biene, do you want to cum?" He asks, running the tip of his finger over your clit, making your walls clench around nothing.

"Please Seb, want to cum for you so bad, please do something." You moan out, patience wearing even thinner as he takes his time exploring you with just one finger. "Maybe I'd rather take my time, let you wait for it even longer." He hums, clicking his tongue in disappointment at the way you roll your eyes in annoyance. When his fingers still don't slip inside you, you let out a groan of annoyance. You hoist yourself up onto your elbow, the other arm tugging on Seb's hair to force him to look up at you.

"Yes schatze? What can I do for you?" He asks, coy smile playing on his lips.

"Put that snarky mouth to work Sebastian or I swear to god I won't have sex with you for a month." You threaten, the tone of your voice making Seb's cock twitch in its confines. "Okay okay, jeez." He huffs, cheesy grin taking over his face at the way you let his hair go as you lie back down. He starts by placing kisses around your pussy, avoiding the one place you ache for him most. Once you dig your heels into his shoulder he gets the hint, enveloping your clit in his mouth. The warmth from his mouth makes you clench, your thighs tightening slightly around his head. His tongue flicks out as he sucks, sending vibrations through your body as his spit drips down your pussy. You moan out his name, this time threading your fingers in his hair to hold his heavenly tongue against you.

His tongue darts everywhere, tasting every inch of you. He sucks and nibbles at your clit, the movement of his jaw causing his chin to brush against your entrance. His hand joins his mouth, slipping a finger inside you. Your walls clamp around his finger as he groans at your wetness. His finger feels around your walls, pushing against the spongy spot located on the front wall, curling his finger as he continues to suck your clit. He feels the way you clench around him, your moans increasing in volume. Removing his head from you he requests, "Tell me when you're about to cum biene." You nod in response, urging his head to resume its original position.

It doesn't take long for the pit in your stomach to spread, warmth feeling your bones as you feel yourself getting closer to your peak. "Gonna cum Seb." You whine, tugging at his hair. He pulls back once more, removing his finger too this time. You look down at him in shock, his hair wild, pink lips swollen with your juices. "You're not allowed to cum without my permission." He tells you, crawling over the top of you to place a kiss on your lips. "Payback for being bossy." He whispers against your lips. You just groan, smashing your lips together and tasting yourself on his tongue.

Sebastian continues to kiss you as he slides two fingers inside you, scissoring them against your walls. You moan his name into his mouth, your nails scratching the back of his neck in pleasure as he plunges them deeper inside you. His fingers have always felt much better than yours, their length allowing them to reach places you could only dream of. He could read your body like a book, finding the moment he hooks his fingers against your g-spot, your breath hitching and stomach contracting. He continues to press his fingers against the spot, enjoying the way you squirm against him.

His mouth travels down your collarbone, reaching your breasts. Your pebbled nipples lean toward his mouth as your arch your back at his actions between your legs. He captures one in his mouth, swirling his tongue and enjoying the way your nipple seems to get impossibly harder. He will always love the way you react to him, the way he seems to be able to draw things out of you when anybody else would assume you have nothing left to give. Seb can feel the way you're tightening around his fingers and removes them once more, watching your hole clench around the emptiness.

"Don't cum yet." He murmurs as he guides himself inside you. The stretch of your walls around his cock making you mewl. You claw at his shoulders as he seats himself inside you, your walls pulsing around his thick cock. Sliding himself out he moans at the way your jaw drops when he slams himself back inside, whispering praises in your ear at the way you take him.

"Seb, please, I'm so close." You mewl, "I don't know if I can hold it any longer." Tears well in your ears at the pleasure beginning to overcome you, Seb's thumb wiping one away as it drips down your cheek. "You can cum whenever you'd like biene, been so good for me, want to feel it." He groans, his head dropping to your shoulder as he pounds into you. His words were all you needed, letting go and soaking his cock in your cum. He whimpers at the way your walls clamp around him, biting down onto your shoulder lightly as his orgasm hits him, hips stuttering against your own.

Seb manages to hold himself above you long enough to pull out before rolling over and collapsing next to you. He pulls you into his side, stroking your hair as your eyes start to close. "Did so good for me biene, want a bath now?" He questions, smiling as you nod into his neck. "Cuddle me for a bit longer first though, please." You whisper out, curling into his body further and enjoying the way his arms feel around you.

hello might i ask for sassy badass reckless reader who is the #1 leading cause of aaron's gray hairs pls 🤞🏻 he is SO exasperated with her like he is TIRED™ but also tweaking bcs he's horrendously down bad for her he's gna throw up

Good morning. I hope you slept well, honey. Can you come to work early, say 6.10AM? I’d like to see you and talk about something in person. 

You squint at the text that’s just come through. Another follows as you’re finishing, lighting the dark of your room.

I love you. Sorry, I know you don’t like when I forget to tell you in the mornings. 

Your own response is sent without propriety. I love you too handsome. 6.10 is not gonna work.

Can you make an effort for me? he asks. 

You do your very best. 

“It’s almost seven,” Hotch says when you finally get there that morning, his frown audible and plain to see. 

You hold up the bag of sugar donuts you’d purchased from the truck on the square just outside of Quantico’s endless parking lots. “Necessary delay.” 

“Unnecessary. I asked you nicely to come early and you’re barely on time,” he grumbles. 

How adorable. You put the bag of donuts on the desk and ignore the paperwork laid out waiting for you in favour of his side of the desk. He smells like cedar, his suit sleeve starched under your hand. You lean back against the lip of his desk and pretend you hadn’t been thinking about climbing into his lap —he’s formidable and lovely and that’s the best combination for lounging about atop someone, especially when that someone is very good at pressing you backwards, and better at kissing your neck. 

He knows what you’re thinking. “You’ve woken up in a mood,” he murmurs. 

“A good one,” you promise. 

You take his coffee and steal a sip. Hotch, resigned, lays a hand on your thigh. “I have important things to talk about, you know? I thought I made that clear this morning.” 

“You made a couple of things clear.” 

“Don’t say it like that.” 

“Like what?” 

“Like I…” He tilts his head to the side. “Like I’ve been sending you dirty texts or photos.” 

“Is that an option? I don’t think I’ve subscribed to those emails.” 

“You make me out to be this salacious lark–”

“Aaron, I don’t do anything of the sort.” You can hardly hold back a laugh. “I’m sorry I implied you were sexting me, okay? I wish you had been.” He sighs a long-suffering sigh as you carry on. “But you were very formal. I’ll be sure to tell HR the same thing.” 

His hand slips between your thighs. Nowhere it shouldn’t be, just trapped between soft flesh. “Don’t tell HR anything.” 

His coffee is lukewarm and unsweetened on your tongue. Would it kill your uptight love to add just a dash of cream and sugar? Wrinkling your nose, you set aside the mug and press your mildly heated hand to his cheek. Just quickly, brushing a thumb up to the skin below his eye before you let it fall. “Tell me what you wanted me to come in early for. And, for the record, I’m sorry for not trying to get here before, just I didn’t sleep well, and my neck hurt too much to rush.” 

He looks like he wants to ignore your apology. He doesn’t ask you for much, and showing up when he’d wanted you to would’ve been the kinder thing to do —he can be annoyed as both boss or boyfriend. 

But he doesn’t have it in him. 

“Why didn’t you sleep?” he asks softly. 

“Thinking too much about my nice boyfriend.” 

“Really?” 

You slouch a little. Cover his hand where it rests between your legs. “I don’t know. It was really hot, and my mattress is getting old, probably.” 

He ushers you down for a sympathetic kiss. He’s always so sorry to hear about your minor ailments, he must like you too much. 

You attempt to crawl into his lap, curling an arm behind his head. He, disgruntled and yet far from reluctant, lets you take a seat. 

SOMETHING DEVOURED !!! JENSON B. X FEM!READER (18+)

summary: oh it’s just— you know… jenson was a starved man after their date.

content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni!), did not proofread this, made this thirty minutes ago, use of explicit language, pwp, pussy drunk!jenson (!!!), oral sex (f receiving), fingering, squirting + overstimulation, little praise kink, terms of endearment, blurb

note: y’all wrong asf for pushing me back into the jenson button rabbit hole 😭 now i’m here (s)creaming. enjoy xx

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to some, stripping the other person off while you remain dressed was considered unfair. 

it was a good thing that jenson button wasn’t just “some” person. in fact, he couldn’t care enough whether he was dressed or if his shirt’s buttons were half done. 

he couldn’t find himself to care about the state of his greying blonde hair. he couldn’t care less about the liquid that trickled down his stubbles. 

not when he was on his stomach, lapping up on her throbbing cunt as he moaned incoherently. her hand grabbing onto the back of his head as if she was trying to pull away. he wasn’t about to have that. 

she looked so good on their date, he could admit. but after she played footsies with him while she whispered the filthiest words in his ear about not wearing any knickers under her dress, he couldn’t stop himself from paying the check and pulling her out of the restaurant. 

he just had to have her. he wanted to devour her. he wanted to taste her after they both played cat and mouse for months.

she merely welcomed his lust with open arms— or well, with open legs. 

now here she was, crying with tears falling as she babbled about feeling too much.

too much orgasms had passed by and he still wouldn’t stop lapping up at her clit and tongue fucking her entrance. she felt overstimulated— all from his mouth. 

“god you taste so good, darling,” he murmured as he continued eating her out, his cock stiff in his pants as his hips rutted against the mattress. 

“jenson, ‘m gonna—“ she sobbed. “fuck~ ‘s too much!” 

he hummed around her clit, vibration sending her mind to spiral as he praised her, “you’re doin’ so good f’me, baby. stay still.” 

“m— hm, ah,” she cried out, her legs shaking and wanting to close around jenson’s head. yet she persisted, not wanting to suffocate the man as her heels dug against the mattress. “fuck! jenson, i’m cumming again—“

“yeah? you’re cumming again, baby?” he growled against her mound, his fingers sliding up and down against the lips of her cunt before he began fucking her with them.

he curled his fingers and massaged the sensitive spot inside her, his lips wrapped around her clit as he continued to massage it with his tongue. 

“so good, so good,” she mumbled as her eyes rolled back, her body convulsing as she whined loudly. “jenson, ‘m cumming! fuck! hah~ fuck~”

“let go for me, baby,” the sounds of squelching filled the room as he began to finger fuck her faster, his head pulling away from her cunt as his eyes brightened at the sight of liquid shooting out of her. she just squirted again. for the third time. 

he let out a deep chuckle as she eased off her orgasm, her body calming down as he finally pulled his fingers out of her. 

liquid dripped down his fingers as he sucked them dry, letting out a sigh of satisfaction as his lust blown pupils peered down at her.

he kissed her hard, tongue tangling with hers as she moaned quietly. “d’ya taste yourself, sweetheart?” he smiled, “so good, no?” 

“mhm,” she murmured. “so good.” she wasn’t referring to herself, but rather the euphoria that she felt from being devoured for three hours straight.

“don’t worry sweetheart,” he chuckled again before his hand slid down to unbuckle his pants, “gonna make sure you’re gonna cum in my cock too. i’m pretty sure you can handle it, my darling.”