It Was Supposed To Be An Innocent Meeting.

kinktober <3

phone sex

Oscar x reader

warning: masturbation, swearing

You had just walked in your shared apartment when your phone rang. You saw Oscars name pop up and you thought, how odd. It’s practically midnight in Qatar while it’s mid afternoon where you were. 

“Osc? Is everything alright?” You asked as you set your things down and tried to focus on the conversation. It was quiet for a minute, then you could hear Oscar breathing heavily. “H-hey yeah, I’m alright just..frustrated from the results today.”

You smiled as you heard his accent in certain words he said. “I know baby, I’m so sorry they did that to you. Mid interview too? Brutal. How are you though?” 

Oscar barely heard your question, to busy stroking his cock softly, whining queitly. “Ozzy? You don’t sound very good, are you okay?” He lifted up his shirt so he could see his torso and pants down to his knees, like you would. “Yeah love I’m alright just uhm, keep talking. I missed your voice.” 

You made a confused face behind the phone. Oscar isn’t usually a feelings kind of person, he showed affection quietly, always level headed, and rarely did he ever call you just to hear you talk. “Uhm yeah okay sure..” You launched into everything you did, the mall, the grocery store. All the things you got for him today, every small detail mattered.

Meanwhile, Oscar was trying to hold in every sound that wanted to escape. His big hand moved up and down slowly amongst his shaft, his thumb coming around to gently circle the head. His hips stuttered as he thought about your hands instead of his. How you’d praise him, tell him how good he looked, or how hard she made him. You’d also already have your mouth on him, licking a long stripe up his cock, sucking on the head, using your hands-

“Osc? You almost finished, or should I keep going?” 

He paused his hand, “W-what? I uhm what do you mean?” You giggled and he swore he almost came just from that. 

“Baby, you aren’t exactly subtle. I can hear your hand stroking yourself, and you aren’t doing much to conceal those adorable whimpers. Go ahead, keep going.”

He moaned and moved his hand a little faster. He could only hear some shuffling on the other end, “Y/N?” 

“Yeah baby? Sorry, I was just getting out of my clothes, can’t just let you have fun can I?”

“No right, absolutely, whatever you want love.” He couldn’t help but close his eyes and imagine you alone in bed, naked, fingers running over your body. “Tell me what to do Ozzy, guide me through it.” oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. You could not be saying things like that to him right now, in that low whisper and whiny voice that gets him going. 

“Run your hands down your chest, give those gorgeous tits a squeeze ah fuck-rub your nipple for me baby.” He listened closely to the small sounds you made, knowing exactly what you were doing by the pitch change of your moans. “That’s it, atta girl. Now take your hand and touch your pussy-just a finger, feel how wet you are. God I bet your soaking huh sweetheart?” He needed to slow down, take a deep breath so he doesn’t blow his lid. 

“Yeah Osc, fucking wet. Soaking my fingers-just for you, only you” His heart almost stopped. 

The way you spoke, the moans, the whines, he missed it all. He could almost smell you, feel you around his fingers, even a continent away. 

“Yeah? Couldn’t take it anymore huh love? Just needed a reason to touch yourself. Fuck I wish I was there, I miss your pussy, the smell the taste, everything.” He could hear you fucking yourself. He could hear your fingers plunging in and out of you. He could hear your hips moving along the bed, the neediness of it all. “Ozzy, baby, please come with me oh god please.” 

“Y-yeah, I’m here, I’m right there with you.” he squeezed himself tighter as he stroked himself a little faster. Listening to your moans and gasps of his name, he came. Not a second later he heard you still, and your hips drop back down to the bed. 

No one said anything for awhile, just heavy panting as you both came down. 

Just as he started to drift off, “Oscar?”

“Mmm yeah?”

You giggled and pulled the blankets over your naked body, “I love you but next time just tell me you need to get off.” 

He smiled, “yeah alright, seems fair.”

MDNI. luke castellan x fem!reader

just luke discovering he might have a praise kink with you. lord have mercy.

warnings: praise kink, dom!luke, pet names, unprotected p in v (don’t), oral s3x (m receiving)

reminder: english’s not my first language so I apologize for any spelling mistakes

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“Ah. Fuck, baby, do that again”

Luke let out another strangled moan when you gagged around his cock, your throat tightening. He couldn’t believe you would do anything he asked you to.

It happened every single time. You would literally say yes to anything, the only thing he was sure you were not gonna agree to, was to having sex with him.

Boy, was he wrong.

Now he had you on your knees in his cabin, gagging around him over and over again until he wanted to ask you to stop, but how could he? Everything about this was heavenly to him; your warm mouth, the tears in the corner of your eyes, your swollen lips, your nails digging into his thighs whenever you felt him too deep inside your mouth, his hand wrapping around your hair in a loose ponytail and push your head further into him.

But this wasn’t about him, as much as he wanted it to be. He had promised to fuck you earlier during a potent training session, a promise you would not let slip from your mouth until it happened. And it didn’t, yet.

And he didn’t know why he said it, he really didn’t know, but the way your eyes lit up as if he was a god you could worship, the way there was a sparkle held in them, so bright yet so appealing. You looked inviting to him, he wanted to eat you alive, but he knew that things had flipped the other way around when he said it. He had just gently asked you to stop sucking him off; that was it. But Gods, what came after…

“There you go” he cooed, gently pushing your head back. “Good girl”

It made your guts spin in a way it never happened before.

Luke didn’t know what got into you. You were suddenly out of breath, your chest pressed against your tight t-shirt suddenly stopping its movements and you just stared at him in awe.

He got scared.

“Are you okay?” he gently asked, attempting to place a stray of your hair behind your ear, but he only reached to cup your jaw before you spoke.

“Call me that again”

He tilted his head, confused.

“What?”

You sighed. “Call me that again” you repeated, voice thick with desperation. “Please?”

Luke hesitated, unsure or what to make of your request. His mind raced with questions, but deep down, he couldn´t deny the thrill that suddenly coursed through his body. He leaned in, elbows resting on his knees, as he raised one of his fingers to trail it down your jaw. “Good girl” he said.

The effect was instantaneous. Your breath hitched, and your eyes fluttered shut at his tender touch, a soft whimper escaping your lips.

A dark chuckle erupted from him, a mean action. A fucking praise kink, you had to be joking. He didn´t know how to feel about it, mainly because he didn´t expect you to be into this type of stuff. But as he started to dig into his mind; how your cheeks flustered red when someone complimented your skills, how you smiled sweetly whenever people praised your new techniques, or the way you styled your hair, or how good you dressed. He had it all in front of his nose and never saw it.

But he also realized, you didn´t want this from anyone. You wanted it from him; his words, his validation, his encouragement, his approval. You wanted him to tell you how good you were, you wanted him.

He brushed his thumb over your lip. “My beautiful baby” he whispered with desire. “All you want to be is good to me, right?”

You opened your eyes slowly, cheeks flushing red. Your heart raced with excitement when you nodded eagerly, unable to deny the truth on his words. All you wanted was to please him, to be everything he wanted and more. You saw his grin widened when he flickered his eyes into yours, then back to your lips. He leaned in more, brushing his pink and puffy lips against yours.

“You´re so needy for me” he murmured in a seductive tone. “But I like it. I like knowing that what you crave are my words. That you´ll do anything to please me”

Your body hummed in anticipation due to the intensity of his words. You tried to lean further into his touch, you wanted more. Luke´s finger trailed down the column of your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “Tell me what you want, baby” he whispered.

Your head was spinning, leaving you breathless for a moment. “I want you” you confessed in a tiny voice. “I want you to take me, to show me that I´m yours”

“Show you that you´re mine?” he repeated, the mockery evident in his voice. But your eyes glistened, shining with tiny tears due to the previous work he had put you through, and because of the sudden fear that you might have taken it too far. It wasn´t your fault though, it was what you felt. The need to please Luke in any way you could was always there, always with you, and now that you had the chance to do it, you and only you, you didn´t wanna miss it. So, as you looked up at him in awe, mesmerized by his features and figure, like a god, he pressed his thumb over the tiny bit of mascara that had escaped your eyes, removing it, he said; “I can do that”

And he did.

It was not hard to fall into Luke Castellan´s arms and have the need to stay there forever. He was poison, intoxicating in the best possible way. His scent, his touch, his presence —, everything about him had you under his spell, captivated by his allure, by the need to belong to him completely.

With one hand pressed on the back of your head and the other holding a tight grip on your hip, Luke moved with a primal, almost animalistic intensity that left you gasping for air in between the pillows. He sent waves through your body with each thrust, along with a tight feeling on your belly every time the tip of his cock hit that sweet spot.

And his words never seemed to stop.

“You´re doing so good, doll. Behaving like the good little girl you are” he murmured under his breath, loud enough for you to hear.

He had gotten rid of your clothes long ago, after giving you the most intense orgasm thanks to his skilled tongue and fingers, now the only piece of clothing covering your body being your panties, messily pulled to the side, growing damp at scratching Luke´s cock with every snap of his hips.

He was growing his praise to you unconsciously, he had to close his eyes many times to prevent himself from exploding into you. You were just so fucking beautiful, he could just cum due to the sight of you; your hair messily flying over your sweaty back, your hands gripping the sheets, the way your flesh squished together when you squirmed or when his hand would grip tighter.

He had to let you know, eventually. “This fucking body is a crime, baby” he cooed. “It´s so perfect. You´re perfect, taking my cock so fucking well”

Luke´s words sent a cold jolt through your body, electrifying every nerve and sending you further into ecstasy. You felt his words dripping down your spine, flames burning like the intense desire in between you two.

“God, Luke” you managed to choke out. “Don´t stop, please”

He responded with a low growl, his movements becoming more urgent as he began to chase down his own release. Your cunt tightened around him more every time, gripping on his cock inside you in a wet and warm embrace that dripped down your thighs. Each thrust was more intense than the last, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

As your bodies moved In perfect synchrony, the room filled with the sound of skin to skin, punctuated by the symphony of your moans and Luke´s ragged breaths.

“I can´t hold back much longer” Luke confessed, his voice strained with effort. “You feel too damn good”

You clung to him desperately, nails digging into the flesh of one of his thighs as you urged him on. And then, with a final, desperate cry, you tumbled over the edge, body twitching momentarily. Luke followed close behind, his own climax crashing over him like a wave, and inside you.

As your pleasure subsided, you collapsed into each other´s arms, and for a moment, there was nothing but the sound of your ragged breaths as you lay there, bodies still sweaty and shaky due to the aftershock of such an electric moment.

You laughed then, a hand covering your face. “What?” Luke asked, a confused smile painted on his face.

“Nothing” you shrugged off, turning your neck towards him, a shy smile in your mouth. “You´re too good at this”

i'm giving myself an emoji by the way hehe it's 🦢

also girl you hooked us on jenson and little leclerc & seb and little leclerc i fear paddock bunnies will have meltdown after meltdown at this rate...

also i just read the previous asks and yikes 😐 it's not a kink it's disgusting i hope they were joking but i have a feeling they weren't...

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hi 🦢 anon!! 💖💖💖💖

imagine being in that dilf wdc sandwich 😩😩 little leclerc would be worshipped every day and night. literally the most spoilt rotten little princess when it comes to these two 😩 they're literally coaching the bratiness out of her methinks, just that unreasonable side from her because she's incredibly composed and understanding all the time, just kinda teasing too.

the paddock bunnies would be pissed from their displays of affection. cause you know once they're grouped together or left somewhere (as a collective or even by pair) they're unable to keep their hands off her so their presence are mostly ignored 😩😩

just going all, "sit on my lap baby" and kissing her shoulder, and kissing her on that certain spot on her eyes (love mark kinda)

they don't gaf so they're making everybody else just seethe in jealousy, just squinting at them sweet talking and whispering some kinda incantations (so they think, because hey, sorcery must be the answer)

in another universe, you chose me.

head full of pillow princess lover james, who cums in his pants just from eating you out or fingering you and has absolutely no shame in it 😵‍💫

fr tho bc making you feel good makes him feel good. hearing your moans and pleads for him to make you cum, and watching you fall apart beneath him, knowing that it’s because HE’S making it happen, just sends him over the edge. also heavily believe that that man could cum from the taste of his girl’s cunt alone and he’s never shy to remind you of it <3

Soft ~ Fernando Alonso

♡ Fernando Alonso x Reader

Description: Fernando tries to surprise you.

~fluff~

You stretch as you wake up, reaching over for Fernando.

He's not there.

You mooch over and cling to his pillow as you wonder where he's gone to this early on his day off.

Then you hear a clatter from downstairs.

You idly wonder what your boyfriend is doing as you get out of bed and lazily get dressed in leggings and one of his t-shirts as the clattering is joined by some banging.

"Baby?" You call as you descend the stairs and make your way to the kitchen.

It's there you find a shirtless Fernando cursing in Spanish, his hair dishevelled and what seems like half the contents of the kitchen strew on the countertops.

"Cariño, no you can't see, it's a surprise." He tells you just before whatever he's accidently burning in the frying pan causes the fire alarm to wail.

More curse words fall from his mouth as he moves the frying pan aside and swiftly places a good morning kiss on your lips before turning off the alarm.

He sighs and looks around, "I did not mean to make such a mess."

"What is all this for?" You ask, closing the space between you two and trailing your hands over his tense shoulders and around to the nape of his neck.

He deflates into your touch, "Can I not do something nice for the love of my life without a reason huh?" He places a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

You practically beam at him, "Of course you can." You are rewarded with sweet kisses peppered over your cheeks, your forehead, any part of your face he could reach while he pulled your body flush to his.

"But you, Fernando..." You say, placing your own kiss on his jawline to get his attention, "...are a meticulous planner, so there is a reason."

"It's our anniversary." He admits.

"Our anniversary isn't for another two months." You argue.

He grins, "Not our first date. Of the first time I saw you."

You worried for the state of your heart as it melted at his words.

"And you mentioned last week that none of your exes had ever made you breakfast in bed." His eyes darken as if he wanted to hurt anyone who had ever hurt you, "And I wanted to prove to you, you deserve to be taken care of, you deserve to be spoiled. You are wonderful, you need to be treated right." He says with passion.

Panic overtakes his features when you tear up at his words.

"Happy tears." You whisper in reassurance, "I love you."

"I love you more." He says and lights up when you laugh at his trademark competitive streak.

"You are a big softie underneath that hard exterior Baby." You grin at him, after he places his forehead against yours.

He pulls away as if puffing up his chest and huffs, "I am not soft."

He sounds so affronted, it makes you laugh. "Yes you are. And I love it."

He jokingly looks around as if not wanting anyone else to hear, "Fine, but only for you."

"Of course. You're all mine." You say proudly, running your hand through his messed up hair.

"And you are mine." He confirms with a playful growl and one of his heated kisses that never fails to make you weak at the knees.

"But I think I should stick to driving and not cooking." He contemplates as he practically holds you up as you recover.

"Probably for the best." You nod. "It was the thought that counts anyway, so thank you."

"Anything for you, Cariño, always."

summary: [ cs55, cl16, mv1, lh44, fa14, sv5, dr3, mwebber, jb22 x fem!reader ] three major kinks + a couple minor kinks for each driver

word count: 1.8k

content warnings: smut under the cut (minors dni pls!), pwp; i’m not going to tag all of these bc that would take 5ever BUT 1) everything is consensual & in the setting of a happy, healthy relationship & 2) dm me if you are needing any specific tw’s/cw’s & i’ll be happy to share those!

a/n: it’s been a hot, hot minute since i’ve had the energy to write (i was busy surviving my surgery core rotation at a level 1 trauma center & pediatrics at a major children’s hospital), but i’ve been brewing up a lil something for awhile now! i was stalling out on writing the last part of corsica, so i figured i’d at least give you this to get the juices flowing again! i started this blog about six months ago, & i’m nearly at 500 followers & i wanted to take a moment to thank you all! i love you so much and i hope you enjoy this! these are the kinks i think each of these drivers has! what proof do i have, you ask? absolute fuck-all! enjoy, loves! xx

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OKAY dilf filthy thots: Seb spending the night at little Leclerc's flat. Charles walking in her room early in the morning, and true to gossip girl style... seb is giving her head under the duvet

APCXJPCFKC SEB IS A BETCH

"chérie!" charles slams the door closed, dropping the paper bags of breakfast he was carrying along to the counter. his eyes roamed around your pristine flat, finding no sight of you anywhere; so he figured you were still very much asleep.

charles was practically skipping on the way to your bedroom. it's been a while since he last saw you, and he arrived late last night. and after much deliberation, wether he'd bother you with his presence, or crash at the guest bedroom, his conscience won out.

if he was exhausted, you must be aswell... he just didn't know to what extent.

charles knocked twice, and as he hears your faint mumble of come in, he turned the knob and peaked inside your bedroom. he was welcomed by the sight of you in black rimmed glasses, and a white oversized tshirt, sitting up on the bed.

"goodmorning chérie," charles grins. "i bought you breakfast— well, brunch."

"mhmm," you nod rapidly, blinking. "let me just fix myself up." you inclined your head.

"alright, but hurry. the food's gonna be cold!" he reminds you, evidently in a cheery mood. you were craning your head as you awaited his footsteps to retreat— and you practically kicked sebastian in his back.

"i hate you," sebastian peels back the cover over his head, blue eyes sparkling with so much mirth, in his lips were the glistening evidence of your wetness and his cheeky smile. "i hate you so much." you utter as you sag against the headboard, weakened by the sudden interruption and willing yourself to stop trembling from his earlier ministrations.

"imagine if i didn't make you see stars, then huh." he purrs, "you'd be kicking me off the bed."

"so witty in the morning." you squint, laughing under your breath as his stubbled kisses tickled your skin. you ran your hands on his tussled hair as he gave you a breathtaking kiss.

"my pretty girl," he whispers against your lips, trailing his kisses on your cheeks. your heart fluttered, every single urge in your body was screaming at you to just throw caution in the wind, lock the door and orchestrate a repeat of last night's events— regardless of a potential meltdown charles would do.

"seb," you utter in protest, against your will. "charles is going to get suspicious."

sebastian groans under his breath, "why are your brothers a bunch of walking cock blocks?"

"they're barely here, chéri." you lean away from him, lashes fluttering as you try to sway his scandalous ire. he could be temperemental if he wishes to be. petty freaking german.

sebastian made a noise of disagreement, but he was silenced by the raised eyebrow you gave him. "i don't like sharing." he purses his lips.

"evidently." you chuff, "never knew how to share your toys as a child huh?"

"no." he says seriously.

"me too," you giggle, and he finally smiles again. "but if you behave now, i'll—" you lean in to whisper some filthy promises to the pouty german, so he'll finally let you placate the other big baby in the other room.

andddddd he's patiently waiting in your bed, all smug and pretty after charles left.

Won’t You?

Summary: On the way to a formal event, Toto finds himself a little preoccupied. 

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Vaguely Dubious Consent, Choking, Oral (male receiving) 

Author’s Notes: I might still have the touch y’all. Theres a chance, a sliver of hope. This is foul of me, honestly, but what’s a girl to do but be horny on main? The rest can be found here.

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Charles jealous and possessive please! Smut 🔥

no mercy.

CL x fem!reader - 4k celebration ✨

in which lunch with friends turns into charles reminding you that you’re all his

first 4k request up! thank you so much for this, wrote this whole thing in like half an hour bc damn this took me back to my charlie roots. i hope u love this anon, and all my lovely readers - lemme know what you think

warnings: 18+!! minors GO AWAY! smut, swearing, slight breeding kink, use of “slut” (in the sexy way tho!), lando causing his usual chaos (feat. shit stirrer alex), dom!charles/sub!reader, minor hints of corruption kink, slapping like once, fluffy ending

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interesting.

the word you’d choose to describe this lunch is interesting.

charles’ hand seems to grow tighter on your thigh with every passing minute, or, to be more precise, every time lando speaks.

“so am i, ahem, are we gonna be seeing you at any races soon?” lando teases, raising an eyebrow, gesturing to alex sat beside him to cover up his slip of the tongue.

“i’ll be there whenever charles wants me there. maybe i’ll even get to see you win a race.” you laugh. you’re enjoying the company, but the impromptu lunch with the other two drivers seems to be riling your boyfriend up to new heights.

you know the brit is teasing him, and alex is lapping up the drama, stirring the pot. you certainly don’t mind if it keeps charles’ hand wandering higher up your leg. you’re just being polite, lando knows that, charles definitely knows that, but his tight smile and clenched jaw paints a different picture.

“i think we need to get going.” charles pipes up suddenly, after what feels like an eternity of silence from the monegasque man, and he throws a few hundred euros down of the table. “see you in bahrain.” he glares at lando pointedly, and extends his hand to you.

you take it, grinning apologetically at lando and alex, who both wear the same shit-eating grins. they know exactly what they’ve done and they’re lapping up the visible irritation they’ve concocted in their friend.

charles opens your door when you reach his ferrari, silently closing it and walking around to the drivers side.


“not a word.” he grunts.

his hand slips into your panties as he starts the car, and your head tips back against the headrest.

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he throws you onto the bed, no mercy, nothing forgiving behind his rage filled eyes. you wriggle up onto your elbows, watching the way his shirt sleeves are haphazardly rolled up, the way his hands rub together. your thighs clench. his jaw is ticking, and you can see the cogs turning in his mind, ideas brewing.

there’s no warning before pounces, shoving your floral dress up your thighs. he’s met with white lace, intricately textured, gone sheer with your arousal from the way he’d toyed with you in the car, and he sighs deeply, pained.

“this is what you wear out under this slutty fucking dress?” charles glares down at you, yanking at the fabric. the band snaps back against your belly and you gulp, hard. “nothing to say?” he tuts. “you didn’t seem to have a problem talking to my friends.”

“wore it for you, promise.” you whisper, eyes wide, pupils blown. charles scoffs.

“did you really? because it seems like you’ve forgotten who you fucking belong to.”

you don’t get a chance to reply because you’re stunned into silence when a tear sounds from between your thighs. you see a flash of white when he discards your underwear, throwing them to the floor. charles forces your legs apart, settling onto his belly as if he wants to examine you.

“still soaked.” he hums, impressed. “question is, cherie, for who?” he tilts his head condescendingly and your squirm.

as if to torture you, his nimble fingers trace your folds, spreading the wetness he’s created. you buck your hips at the pressure, it’s not nearly enough, and a low whine sounds from the back of your throat.

“all for you, baby.” you promise. “please, charlie.” you beg.

“is my precious girl getting desperate? hm?” he finds your clit, circling it with the pad of his calloused thumb. you nod profusely, and he’s obsessed with your compliance. “now you know how i felt watching him want you.” he spits.

charles plunges two fingers inside of you suddenly, and you cry out, grinding your hips to his rhythm. the stretch is so delicious that you barely register the burn, not that it matters with the way he’s slicked you up already.

“baby, ‘m all yours.” you’re getting desperate now, pleading with your eyes as much as you can between squeezing them shut every time your tummy tightens.

“i’m not so sure, think you need reminding still.” charles smirks, and his pace increases tenfold.

all you can hear is the wet slap of his fingers slamming into your pussy, his other hand teasing at your clit, just barely touching it. it riles you up endlessly, and your belly aches from how tight you’re clamping down around his hand.

“wanna cum.” you slur, dizzy from the shockwaves washing over you.

“ask nicely.” charles quips sternly, slapping your thigh. it sends a jolt through you and you can’t help it, spilling around his long digits.

you expect him to stop, to punish you for disobeying him, but he fucks you through your orgasm until you’re spent. he’s grinning when you manage to open your eyes.

“so that’s how you’re gonna be, hm? you wanna act like a slut, cherie? because believe me, i’ll treat you like one.” he speaks concisely, slowly, his voice low and threatening.

he points to your dress. “off. now.”

you scramble to peel it off, throwing it off of the bed, and your bra follows suit. you lay there bare, studying him. if you didn’t know him, love him, you’d think he’s his normal self, but you can see the way he’s digging his nails into his palm, can see the way his neck is flushed red. he unclenches his hands to undo his jeans, just enough so that his cock is on display, red and aggressively hard. you wonder how long he’s been like that.

charles kneels at the end of the bed, shifting until he’s hovering over you. the head of his cock nudges your clit, spreading the remnants of your orgasm over himself and your cunt, watching the way it flutters at the pressure. and then he’s sinking in, slow, deep. he’s heavy on top of you and you revel in the weight of him, his scent.

he grins when he bottoms out, letting out a low groan. he stills for a moment, looks at you, brushes a few strands of hair away from your pink flushed face.

“apologise.” charles coos, mockingly. your eyes well with tears, so much pressure swelling in your belly.

“charles.” you whimper, attempting to thread your fingers through his hair, but he catches your hand, sweeping up the other, and pins both of your wrists above your head.

“apologise.”

and you can’t help but ramble pathetically.

“i’m sorry, charlie, love you so much, ‘m so sorry.”

the feeling of his hips hitting yours is like water in the desert: luxurious, essential. the pace he sets is brutal, utterly fantastic, a stark contrast to anything he’s ever given to you before.

this entire experience is surreal, he usually dotes, whispers lovingly into your ear as he gently coaxes orgasms out of you. this could not be anymore different.

the power he exudes, fully clothed, rocking into your quivering, naked body turns you on endlessly, unlocking a part of yourself that you’d never let anyone else see before.

“you like it better like this, don’t you, cherie? when i fuck you hard like this?” you nod frantically. “pretending to be the sweetest little angel when really, you’re nothing but a dirty fucking girl, letting him gawk at you. bet you loved it, all that attention.” charles grunts.

you arch into him, the elastic band in your core growing that bit too tight.

“maybe i need to fuck a baby into you, make sure everyone knows you’re all mine.” he whispers.

that’s all it takes. you reach your high instantly, spurred on by the filth he spouts. the tight, hot hold you have on him makes him see stars, and then he’s cumming, too, spilling warm and white into you.

it’s quiet for a moment, the air still, the smell of sex settling over the space. you relax into the bed, and gently, he pulls out of you. he smiles softly, fingers grazing your sweat dampened face. he unbuttons his shirt as he walks to the en-suite, returning to you shirtless and with a warm, damp cloth.

you smile sleepily as he cleans you up, wiping away the mess he’s made between your legs - as best as he can, anyways - and then he strips off his jeans, and clambers into bed beside you, pulling you into his arms so that your back is flush to his chest.

“was that okay?” he asks quietly. you roll over in his arms, raising your head to peck his jaw.

“more than okay.”

“i didn’t take it too far?”

“baby, it was perfect.” you giggle.

“you know i’m not mad at you, right? but i swear, if lando ever looks at you like that again, he won’t be having kids.”

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