Favorite Fics Part. 3

Its half past 4 am and i need to go to bed too but I’ll squeeze out a final brainrot for us to sleep to

A driver on the way to winning wdc, a ROOKIE no less and after actually winning you get absolutely HATE fucked by max. Thats all i really want in life. Imagine the sexual tension all throughout the season mixed with immense hatred and hes just kidnapping you back to the hotel and letting out all the anger and frustration towards you that build up over the year until you’re completely fucked out and unable to walk for the week. Im talking CRYING from overstimulation here.

That championship may not be his but that pussy sure is now.

🫀

oh my goood. i want her to he a redbull driver bc imagine the drama of them getting a fourth driver’s title in a row like seb did but it’s a rookie instead of max?? the drama. sorry i rambled for like an hr. oopsies i meant to be quick.

can so imagine she’s not expecting to win any races on her debut season but wins on debut and everyone is shocked when she overtakes max and the team allows it, knows they’ll still get the one two finish plus they’ll get the amazing publicity of another first time redbull driver winning on debut, making history as the first female driver winning on debut.

max is furious about it. they're not given team orders which makes it so much worse, she genuinely overtakes him and they warned him she'd be making a move on him but he didn't expect her to successfully pass him or to maintain the lead and fend him off for the rest of the race. he’s not a baby who would demand team orders in his favor, especially when he knows they wouldn’t listen because they want her to win. he’s angry they want her to win. he’s angry he wants her to win and make history like he did. he hates that he was so enthusiastic about having a rookie as a teammate, thinking he’d get to show someone the ropes and all that. but she’s beating him on debut?

it gets better with the next race because he wins and she comes in third, and he feels like everything is falling into place again. until the next race when she gets pole and wins from it, leading every lap with him stuck in third behind charles, a switch-up on the previous weeks podium lineup. it continues like that with them nearly taking each other out a few times fighting for the lead, but somehow they don’t crash out throughout the season.

i can so see them taunting each other behind closed doors, where media won't catch it. also them getting drunk and flirty and pretending it didn't happen the next day. and i can see her being happy no matter what because she's doing so well on her debut season but max is only happy and nice when he wins a race and is leading the championship, so on the nights he wins, they somehow end up together in the back of the vip area of some club, both internally debating if fucking your teammates a good idea.

she wins by a handful of points, only three, and when she’s on the first place podium she shoves that number in his face as she sprays her champagne down on him. he wants to bend her over the podium and make her swallow down his cock instead of the champagne she gulps down. he pushes the thought from his mind when she’s wiping it from her jaw as it drips down her neck and soaks her suit more than charles’s spray already had.

he doesn’t even plan on acting on his pent up fantasies until he bumps into her and charles on his way out and she has the audacity to congratulate him on second in the championship, as if he wasn’t less than half a second away from behind first. as if she wasn’t first. he’s grabbing her wrist and pulling her away from charles, ignoring her questions of where they’re going. she only asks twice before she falls into step next to him, her footsteps faster than his to keep up with his longer stride. she’s got her trophy, the first place race trophy in her hands and he wants to smash it thinking about how he’s going to have to give her his driver’s championship trophy. how they’re going to engrave her name and break the streak of max verstappen signatures crawling up the trophy.

she realizes what’s happening when they get in the car and he puts his hand on her knee once they’re driving then asks if it’s okay and she’s like, “are you asking if it’s okay to touch me or to kidnap me?” and he insists he’s not kidnapping her and she recounts how he grabbed her, led her to his car, opened the passenger door and pushed her inside. he blushes and apologizes, his hand still on her knee and she tells him it’s okay. they get to the hotel and she follows him to his room and neither of them speak until they’re inside and he’d tell her to say red if he needs to stop, and she asks why he would need to stop and he’s like, “well i don’t plan on stopping until you tell me to. so say red when you need me to stop.”

once she agrees he’s kissing her like she’s never been kissed and pushing her against the wall, his hand squeezing her throat and his knee pushing between her thighs. he holds her there until she’s turning away from the kiss for air, and then he steps back and tells her to strip and get on the bed. she’d stare at him for a moment and he grabs her and pushes her towards the bed and snaps at her to get on it. she strips to her underwear and starts getting on the bed and he’d tell her he didn’t say to leave them on and she turns back to him, fully dressed, and tells him to undress too. he tells her he doesn’t need to yet, and she doesn’t get why until she’s almost screaming from her third orgasm back to back. two from his fingers and one from his mouth, and he's still going. hands curled around her thighs to hold her in place.

she's crying and begging him to fuck her, and he's moaning into her pussy that she tastes so good he doesn't want to stop tasting her yet. she loses count on how many orgasm she's had before he's done eating her out, she can't tap out before they've even fucked, but she's so sensitive his tongue lapping on her clit hurts.

when he finally gives in and lines up with her entrance the stretch of his cock in her sensitive cunt nearly makes her black out. he barely lets her adjust before he's fucking her like he won tonight, telling her she looks so pretty when she cries and how good she feels around him. asking her who's making her feel this good and stopping until she begs him to keep going and answers his question. he'd tease her between kisses and hickeys he leaves on her now that she's too fucked out to object, hopes they won't be able to find makeup good enough to cover the bruises he leaves on her throat.

he keeps pulling back from kisses and spitting on his dick fucking in and out of her, saying things she can't understand in dutch, or maybe it's english and she's too fucked out to make sense of his rambling. he'd grasp her jaw when she opens it in a loud moan and hold it open before spitting in it. he'd taunt her with all the passive aggressive remarks she made during the season and when she just moans in response he’d make fun of her for being too fucked out to respond.

and then they don’t see each other over break except for work stuff and nothing happens, she gets her trophy and the exchange goes normally. and then she wins the first race of the season and she gets a repeat of the last race of the last season. after that no matter who finishes the end up in bed together, if she wins he’s angry and takes his frustration out on her, but if he wins they just go at it like rabbits and right for dominance, he’s more playful and less commanding. he’d let her suck his cock for an hour while he tells her how good she’s making him feel, telling her that this is what he deserves; a race win and a cock drunk whore on her knees choking on his cock.

horny thoughts? okay, biting jacques. that’s it.

thank u bestie this is SO on brand for us. resident villeneuve fuckers. this bleach blonde bastard switch Absolutely has a biting kink and i WILL elaborate

damon hill's book is just "jacques was an ambitious little shit who liked to push the limit" and i cannot be convinced it was not the same Outside of racing

ik you said biting jacques but dear g-d this man bites as well. lots of marks anywhere he can put them, getting as close as possible to where he knows your shirt collar sits

and, well, if one pokes out above your collar then he just looks pleased with himself. asshole!!

however. he makes the Prettiest noises when you bite him

tilts his head back, tendons straining under that muscular neck

gasps when you dig your teeth in and whines when you run your tongue over the mark

mr "told off for bringing down the image of the sport" does not Care where you leave marks on HIM. he'll show them off!!

it's harder for you to bite him during a position like missionary

(that's when he tends to bite you, pressing his mouth to the junction between shoulder and neck as he hoists your legs higher up his waist to fuck into you Deeper)

(you do the same to him when you fuck him, whether that's with a strap or cock, so fair is fair. you probably made him cum untouched like that once by biting his nipple as you fucked him)

but when you're riding him? oh Yes

make him sit up so you're chest to chest, tangle your fingers in that bleached hair, and Pull as u bite his neck

honestly just make this man whimper. make him Fall Apart. he's such a smug little shit who probably looks at you like he's had a religious experience once you take him down a notch

insane thoughts hours but i really can't stop thinking about being in the middle of a lewis + fernando sandwich... what do you think

it's insanely competitive - the moment they get you back to a hotel room, though you're not sure whose of theirs it is, you get the sense this might be more about a silent set of mind games between the two of them, and less about you.

the position keeps changing and it's hard to keep up with who's where, with whose hands are doing what to you. you don't really understand what the goal of this is, until lewis takes you apart on his tongue and fingers, sucking on your clit as you orgasm with his name moaned around fernando's cock.

it's like a switch has been flicked, then. fernando manhandling you so you're on his lap, your back to lewis (and fernando grins at his glare), sliding three, even four fingers into you and setting a relentless pace until you're biting down a scream into the thick muscle of his neck and squirting all over his hand.

you don't get to recover before lewis is pulling you back towards him, positioning you on your hands and knees before burying himself to the hilt in your oversensitive cunt, telling you to keep looking at fernando, baby as you gasp for breath with how fucking deep he is inside you. that's what this game is -- one upping each other with your body, showing off who is better.

(and, of course, if fernando makes you squirt, lewis needs to match it, beat it.)

fernando pulls you under him and hoists your legs to his shoulders after lewis makes you orgasm again, soaking the sheets one more, sobbing his name and digging your nails into his biceps. nando is equally merciless, slowly rolling his hips deep, your thighs pressed up to your chest, before setting a brutal pace.

when you cum again, you're limp on the bed, moaned names collapsing into incoherent moans and whines. when lewis slides his fingers into your cum-slicked pussy once again, you faintly register how deliciously, painfully long this night is going to be.

𝗔𝗔𝗥𝗢𝗡 𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗡𝗘𝗥 — 𝗣𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘

Hotch and his busy doctor girlfriend pregnant!you and Hotch have a spat Hotch comes home to a new pregnancy Hotch rescues you at low blood sugar Hotch takes care of you after a baby you cheer Hotch up with your bump you confess mutual love to a pining Hotch you, Jack, Hotch, and the baby go to bed you fail to mention a bad concussion Jack calls you mom, to your guilt you take your new baby to the store you have terrible morning sickness your daughter calls Hotch dad for the first time you get your wisdom teeth removed Hotch is flustered by your glasses Hotch rubs your back when you cry after a fight Hotch is the only one who can calm the baby Hotch pulls you aside when you’re sad you’re extremely new to dating you’re stressed about being pregnant Hotch saves you from torture Jack misses your attention you have a baby, and Jack comes to meet her you don’t notice Hotch’s crush on you Hotch meets Spencer’s older sister

Hotch flirts with Jack’s favourite teacher Hotch helps and flirts with teacher!you Hotch crosses a line with Jack’s teacher

Hotch and his bombshell in hot weather you faint, to Hotch’s horror you insist a hug is the only cure you and Hotch hide your relationship Hotch takes your makeup while you doze

We’re just friends — Kimi Raikkonen x reader

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Summary— five times where you and Kimi we’re just friends and one time where you weren’t…

We’re just friends

number one when Seb walked in on the two of you cuddling

Kimi was late meeting up with Sebastian. They were supposed to go to dinner after their media duties. Media duties that Kimi hated and if he was being honest with himself he forgot about going to dinner with Sebastian and it was your fault. You told him that if he made it through his media duties the two of you could cuddle together afterwards. And that’s how the blonde German found his friend.

Kimi's larger body lying on top of yours, his head in the crook of your neck arms tucked by your sides. Your leg hooked on the back of his knee so it wouldn’t touch the ground. Your left hand lying on his back and your right hand in his hair, both of you asleep.

‘Just friends my ass Seb thought as he grabbed your Polaroid camera taking a picture of the two of you, he waited for the picture to develop before putting the camera back and walking out of the room closing the door he was gonna tease you both about it later.

number two the time you got overwhelmed and broke down crying.

It was race day normally you didn’t have a problem with all the people but it was one of those days. You didn’t tell Kimi about how you were feeling because you didn’t want to distract him from the race which needed his undivided attention.

After wishing him good luck you went to his driver's room and turned on the TV. That's how you watched the race not wanting to be near all the people. You watched as he overtook everyone getting second place to Michael Schumacher getting up, you put on a smile and went to watch his podium celebration.

Kimi came off the podium and ran straight towards you, He picked up off the ground spinning around in a circle.

“What’s wrong kukka?”

“I’m a little overwhelmed”

“Come on”

Kimi grabbed your hand and took you to his driver's room. He turned on the light and closed the door behind him.

“How can I help you kukka?” He asked

“Can you read to me like you did last time?”

Kimi smiled at you before grabbing your book from the coffee table and sitting down on the couch. His back was up against the armrest and his legs were out in front of him. You walked over to him and laid against him, your back pressed against his chest. Kimi put his arms under your armpits, hands resting just below your chest as he held the book he began to read.

You eventually fell asleep when Kimi noticed he put the bookmark in its place, closing the book and putting it on the back of the couch resting his head as best as he could on yours before closing his eyes.

The third time when the guys realized that you practically live together.

It was summer break which meant Kimi didn’t have to leave for a race. You decided to have Sebastian, Mark, Fernando, and Jenson over for dinner and to hang out.

After dinner, everyone migrated to the living room to sit and talk. Every spot on the couch was taken so when you walked back into the living room Kimi grabbed your hand and pulled you into his lap. Your arm went around his neck while his arm went around your waist and over your leg free hand rubbing your thigh.

Kimi noticed you were getting cold. He asked one of the guys to go into your room and grab the small throw blanket that you left in the bedroom.

When Jensen went into your bedroom to grab the blanket that Kimi told him to get he noticed that Kimi had a bunch of stuff in your room curious he opened up the closet door and saw a bunch of Kimi's clothes in there. Then he walked into your bathroom and saw Kimi's toothbrush, shampoo, and other things.

Walking back into the living room, Jenson covered the two of you up.

“Is there something wrong with your apartment?” Jenson asked.

“No, why?”

“Just curious that’s all,” Jenson said looking at the others knowing damn well that the two of you weren’t just friends even if you didn’t want to admit it.

Time number four the time the boys cornered you.

The guys were sick of you and Kimi saying that you were just friends so they decided to kidnap you into realizing your true feelings for the Finnish blonde.

Seb came running up to you out of breath saying that Kimi was looking for you and that it was urgent he took you to an empty conference room in Ferraris hospitality closing the door behind you so you couldn’t escape turning around you saw Mark, Michael, Jenson, Fernando and of course, Sebastian bit no Kimi.

“I thought you said Kimi was looking for me?”

“Obviously Sebastian guys, what are you doing?”

“What are you scared of y/n?” Jenson asked

“Huh what are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb with us chica. Just admit you like him and be done with it” Fernando groaned.

“He’s right, you know Corinna and I were the same way before we got married. We did the same things you and Kimi do now. There’s no shame in it, just tell him.”

“Guys were just friends” you say frustrated

“Friends don’t look at each other the way you two do” mark said

“Yeah and friends don’t have cute pet names, they don’t snuggle and read to each other and they sleep in the same bed together without being in love with each other nor do they take up half of your closet with their clothes”

Again you're being ridiculous” you said walking out of the room. You thought about what they were saying and you couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe just maybe they were right.

Number five the time Michael walked in on you cutting Kimi's hair.

Kimi wanted his hair cut as it was getting too long for his liking so he asked you to cut it for him. Kimi was late for a team meeting so Michael volunteered to go get him. Knocking on the door he waited as you yelled out a come in. Stepping in the room he saw that you were cutting Kimi's hair.

“As much as this is adorable Kimi you’re needed in the conference room,” Michael said smiling before walking out of the room.

Number six when you got caught dancing in the rain and finally admitted your feelings.

Kimi just won his first world championship and you were proud of him. Kimi parked the car in the #1 spot taking out the steering wheel and climbing out of the car he stood on top of fist pumping the air. You watched as Kimi jumped out of the car and ran to the barrier celebrating with his team. When he finally saw you Kimi leaned over the barrier Hugging you.

Later that night you and Kimi left the party that was being thrown in Kimi's honor. The two of you were halfway back to the hotel when it started raining. Smiling, you turned to Kimi and grabbed his hand, pulling him out in the rain. The both of you were too distracted by each other to notice your friends watching you dance in the rain.

You and Kimi both worked up the nerve to finally admit your feelings for each other.

“Kukka, I have something to say to you” Kimi whispered in your ear.

“What is it?” You asked looking up into his eyes

“I love you,” Kimi said, kissing you.

“I love you too,” you confessed.

Your friends stood there in shock smiling at you both happy that they didn’t have to watch the two of you dance around each other anymore.

Sd! Jenson and sd! Seb getting thanked after they spoiled you all day long?!?? Like holy, they may go rough now but the aftercare is so nice, they would probably give you massages and some hot chocolate, pepper you with kisses, next morning they’d probably still thank you by eating you out 🤭 (if you don’t do threesomes feel free to just do either one of them!) I’m also sending this as a request but I’m not too sure whether it’s still open.. feel free to ignore it if you’re too busy though!

-jenson anon ❤️ (have a great day!)

hi love! hope you're having a good day too! gonna do sd!seb cause I never get to write him :) -- all consent given prior to anything happening!

It had been a long night.

Sebastian arrived home from his race earlier than expected and he decided that he want to take you out for dinner and do a little shopping since we haven't seen you in a while.

And of course, an afternoon together ended with you two in bed. All different positions, all different locations, the two of you giggling and touching and sweet whispers in between. You knew you two had an arrangement; he took care of you and you gave him your time in return but it was moments like these that made you never want to let him leave.

The sun peeks through the thick curtains in his bedroom, you're laying on your back and your head turned to the side, but he can hear the little snores slipping past your lips.

Sebastian tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, kissing your jaw softly. You mumble something and stir but you were still fast asleep. He kisses down your neck, along your shoulder to your chest and down your torso.

You shift a bit, Seb glances up at you to check if you were still asleep.

The lack of clothes from last night's activities only made it easier for him. His hand snaking up your thigh, rubbing over your hip. Sebastian’s holding your legs apart when you feel his  tongue against you. Thighs on either side of his head, you weren't fully against his face but Sebastian’s hands grip the back of your thighs, pulling you closer to him. 

He can feel your thighs close enough him, a signal that you were now awake. If that wasn't enough, the hand tangled in his hair was.

The blonde is smooth under your fingers, little tangled curls hook on your fingers as you pull on it, his name falling from your lips a million times over; as sweet as a prayer but the context was down right sinful. 

Sebastian’s tongue curled upwards, brushing against your clit and you tug on his hair, something incoherent meets his ears.

“That- oh.” Your chest heaves, head falling back into the couch cushions. 

He smiles, your legs shaking as he pulls away from you. Your cheeks go red when you see his face glistening, nose to chin. Seb’s tongue slides across his lips, a satisfied smile on his face. 

"Good morning," his cheek rests on your inner thigh, looking up at you. "Mhm, no more racing," you hook your leg over him. "You can stay here and do that."

Seb laughs, "whatever you want, pretty girl."

Do you know anyone else who writes for the older drivers? Wanting to find new reading material

i know a few :/ but here’s a list of some works for the older drivers that i’ve been reading by some very talented people! i’ll try to keep this list updated :)

@norrisleclercf1 has some mafia works withh older drivers that are amazing!!

death of a bachelor series by @astonmartingf

the kids are going to be alright by ^

fernando alonso

complicated by @unsolvedjarin

sebastian vettel

about you series by @drvscarlett

history series by @vettelsvee

grid kids series by @pucksandpower

mrsvettelsgarden by @vivwritesfics

padawan learner by ^

the race that mattered by @lorarri

glory days by @uluvjay

a shared history by @lucyrose191

jenson button

do i wanna know? by @formulafics

tis the dilf season by @beiasluv

tell it to my heart by @lovelytsunoda

mile high club by @bellewintersroe

only way by @starlost97

sweet sugar by @natailiatulls07

something devoured by @agendabymooner

you can’t disappoint a picture by @angsthology

i’ll always want you by @vinvantae

promiscuous boy by @libraryofloveletters

corny by @unsolvedjarin

womaniser by @sv5hive

mark webber

early mornings by @loonylupinblack3

light by @maxillness

vacay by @sweeterlovers

a new term by @whorekneecentral

the problem with following orders by @agendabymooner

brand new by @embrosegraves

nico rosberg

lost in the moment by @mynicosensesaretingling

lewis hamilton

do you remember it all too well by @leclercsainzz

bedtime stories by @alwayschoppedtaco

kimi räikkönen

thawed by @pucksandpower

don’t beat yourself up by @faithshouseofchaos

SUNDAY PRE RACE, 2022 US GP | by andy hone

baby trapper wilson... oh i'm unwell, oh take me to the hospital

you're wilson's pretty young thing. you're the arm candy he carries around, the kind of girl that gets stared at wherever she goes. and he's him, he's the sweetest man ever, the most caring, gentle, kind man you've ever dated. you're young and naive and he's divorced thrice, that's not lost on him. or you. but you like it, you like that he's older. but for how much longer? how much longer will you let him subliminally make all your decisions? even when you think you want something, you scarcely realize that he's the one who put the idea there in the first place. you're so fucking naive, so fucking stupid, he thinks sometimes. and he loves it. you don't talk taxes or bills or medicine or divorces. he likes that. you talk about inconsequential things that you'll grow out of a month or two later. he's always afraid he's one of them. he's so afraid of you growing up or changing or anything because he knows deep down that he's alone at his big age and you've got the whole world wanting you, if only you stopped seeing him, if only you stepped outside to the world he's shielding you from.

it starts that way. it starts with that fear.

that's why he doesn't let you take birth control. he strictly advises against it, purely his medical opinion of course. he'll wear a condom, he doesn't want your hormones to be so imbalanced, that's dangerous. and god forbid your taste in men changes and suddenly you feel stupid for wanting this old man as much as you do. so you shouldn't take pills. and iuds are too scary. he pledges to always wear a rubber, for your sake and his. you don't doubt him once. why would you? james wilson, doctor james wilson, is the most responsible, sensible and well adjusted man you've met. you trust him, always, to be good to you and only want the best for you. so you agree, and he tells you that he loves you. because he does, the guilt is caught like rheum in the back of his throat.

you're all over him, giddy at his touch and so wet and pliable under him and he knows you're ovulating. even if he wasn't tracking your cycle, he saw you were in your best mood. so hungry for him, and he intended to give you exactly what you wanted. but to break the promise he made, the one he never intended to keep, he had to make you cum as many times as possible. till you became a weak puddle of desire and need. till you became incapable of responsibility. he devours you. his tongue and fingers work tirelessly to bring his plan into fruition. he's fucking you like he knows he'll be missing out on nine months of this. and you're begging him to be inside you, fill you up. it's till you're tugging at his hair and pleading inside, please james, inside... me till he thinks you're ready. or he is.

he kisses you, tasting of you, smelling like you. you taste like nothing, just yourself; clean, pure, just the way he likes you. his tip ghosts your entrance and you're quick to buck your hips to meet his. that is, until god knows who reminds you to be responsible. you gesture at the drawer next to the king sized bed. you don't trust yourself to be coherent. wilson sighs, it's the silent kind of sigh he does when he knows his patient is dying or house is going to do something stupid and reckless. for a moment there he really hoped it would've been that easy.

he began rubbing circles on your clit. you looked away teary eyes, overstimulated, overwhelmed. you pleaded, you begged. he shushed you, he shushed you like a crying child. he placed small, soft kisses on your body, almost as if he was afraid. he opened the drawer, took out a condom. he tore the wrapper and watched you exhale, relieved. you spread your legs instinctively at the sound.

wilson enters you, bare. and fast. so you don't dwell on the feeling of his tip for too long. his hands run along your sides to soothe you, as him. his head falls forward at the sensation of your tight, spasming cunt and he sees reason in doing this all over again. his forehead touches yours. it's all so tender, you think, all so sweet and beautiful like james himself. you open your eyes to look at him. his graying hair sticks to his forehead, glued by the sweat. there's a sheen around his mouth from where it once was. he has these fine wrinkles that seem more prominent in the low light. he has those rough, experienced hands that hold you in place, because you need to be held in place. you need to be pinned down where you belong because you're restless and young and hungry for more more more. you touched his hair, his cheeks, his face, his lips. all of it.

"i love you," you told him, your voice small.

and that fear dissipated into the steamy, sex-smelling air. it was his fucked up way of thinking you wanted this. his strokes were deep, hard and punctuated with grunts, just the way you liked. he took things slow, promising to make you feel every inch of him. you clenched around him in that painfully delicious way that made him cum in minutes. he muttered a string of profanities.

he looked down at your messy, glistening cunt and thought, this is what it will look like. this is the sight he'll see in a few seconds when he fills you up and lets it drip out of you. he lets his eyes rake over the rest of you, all changed and plump in due time. and then he'll have you, he'll have baby wilson and all the people in the hospital to brag to. he'll take you wherever he goes, conferences, talks, medical stuff you never had to attended before. he imagines being seen with you and your creation in the hotel lobbies. "doctor james wilson," he'll introduce "and my wife." he'll say with a loving, doting smile. it could all be so perfect and sappy and comforting.

his hand now pressed your thighs into a gruelling mating press. he had to go as deep as he could. he was close, he could feel it. his paced switched from slow caresses to hard smacks. your body pained in this new position for a while, but you liked it so very much. you arched your back, you moaned so loud the walls reverberated them back to you. god, he fucked so good when he wanted to. you wonder why he never pushed you this far before.

"i'm gonna cum. baby, i'm gonna cum." he left inside you unspoken.

you nodded, feeling yourself close for the hundredth time today. his cusses turned into i love you's. he threw his head back, his hot, white seed spurred inside you. comfortably. like that was where it belonged anyway. you came seconds later, on the verge of passing out. he stayed perfectly still inside you. he exhaled, almost like a sigh. he couldn't pull out of you, not until he's sure you're going to get pregnant.

your lips utter a silent thank you, almost like a prayer. wilson shakes his head, telling you there's no need. he kisses you on the cheek before finally pulling out. you fall asleep in seconds. so peaceful, so oblivious.