New Year’s Day

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)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This maybe the daddy issues talking but my god who gave these assholes the right to look this fine 😭😭

My favorite blonde twinks 😋🥸

save a horse . . . // callum ilott

summary: indycar is in texas, and you know what that means. or, callum looks so delicious in that cowboy hat and his girlfriend- who grew up on a dude ranch and knows full well what the cowboy hat rule means- can't keep her hands off of him

author's note: shout out to @magnummagnussen for encouraging this dumpster fire. also, it ends kind of abruptly because i ran out of steam

it all started one thursday afternoon in the juncos hollinger motorhome

callum was on his way back from his media duties with two paper cups of tea in his hands

and when she sees him, her breath catches in her throat

because her normally babygirl looking boyfriend is taking her breath away in his juncos polo and his straw cowboy hat

and it brings an old texas saying back to the forefront of her memory and an old rule about cowboy hats

and it’s enough to get her to choke on her water

“you alright, babe?” callum asks, in his sweet innocent british voice before he kisses the top of her head

“yeah, yeah. I’m good. just peachy.”

and once they’re alone, standing on the patio and drinking their paper cups of tea (something that y/n’s texan parents would have gawked at)

she turns to him, her voice low as she says “you know what they say about horses and cowboys?”

“no?” callum shook his head, an innocent and lovable kind of stupid “should I?”

she bounces her eyes around the motorhome before hooking a finger and beckoning him closer

“save a horse, ride a cowboy, babe.”

she winks at him before grabbing the hat and placing it on her head

“and she who wears the cowboys hat must ride him later.” she whispers, voice husky in callums ear

and he could have sworn that he was half hard in his jeans already

“is that a promise?”

“more than. but, you have to go finish your media duties first, sweetheart.”

fast forward three hours and all the media things are done, and they're back in callum's drivers room

and they simply cannot keep their hands off each other

like at all

shes taking her lacy panties off, hooking them on the doorknob

his polo is gone, thrown across the room somewhere (he never did find it)

she's reaching to take off her cowboy boots, but he stops her

"keep them on, pretty girl."

"that's kinda kinky, ilott. is there something you aren't telling me?"

"just that you are so fucking hot right now."

fingers scrabbling for callum's belt, his hands pushing up her cute little denim skirt

peasant blouse pushed up so her tits are right in callum's face.

"oh, yes, baby!" she whines. "just like that callum, right there."

"doing so good for me, my pretty girl." he hums against her skin, kissing all over her chest as he thrusts his cock deeper into her

"god, i fucking love your cock." she pants, hands on his face as she kisses him, grinding down just enough to wrench a moan from callum's throat

because callum is fucking VOCAL as hell

"yeah, i know you love this cock, sweetheart. you were so needy for it today."

"what can i say- oh! the cowboy hat did things to me."

she moans loudly as she throws her head back, the hat falling to the floor as callum presses his hand to her mouth.

"ssh, baby. we don't want anybody to hear us, do we? those pretty sounds are for my ears only."

Control! Your! Self! - James Wilson

Summary: House knows you (a frathouse’s sweetheart and his favourite patient) have been hooking up with Wilson, despite Wilson’s constant denying. But, he just knows a way to make his friend crack—your sororities fundraiser.

Includes: Readers Nickname is Aelia, (Reader is 28ish), FratSweetheart!Reader, FWB, Nearly Getting Caught, Workplace Sex, Car Wash, Wilson Gets Flustered, Hilson (If You Squint), House Sorts of Gets Off Watching Wilson Get Off? Wilson Pops a Boner!

The bi-weekly checkups (that were scheduled to end months ago) with House since your knee surgery, always ended up with you in James Wilson’s office, the blinds pulled tightly shut and a hefty armchair pressed up against the door.

Wilson’s warm and veiny hands caressed the smooth crescent of your waist, squeezing at the fat of your hips whilst his bucked into yours painfully (but pleasurably) slow as you sat on his desk.

Your connected lips stifled each of your desperate moans, having to keep quiet as Wilson’s doctors and interns walked past his office, unbeware of the Head of Oncology’s absence.

Gosh was it hard.

Ankles crossed around his waist, you’re gripping the hair at the back of Wilson’s neck, fingers coiling around the chocolate waves. You tug every so often, eliciting a hearty guttural groan from the man above you, setting your skin on fire.

Forcing his cock all the way inside of you, tightening your hold around his body, Wilson lets out a deep whine, letting his head drop to rest between your bare collarbones.

“You’ve got to give me some sort of warning… what if House were to walk by and hear that?” Wilson hisses, his index finger tracing below your belly button, it tickled.

“You’re always bringing up House, I’d rather you didn’t with your dick inside me.” You giggled, pecking his lips and shuffling your body closer to the desks edge.

Pressing down on your abdomen, Wilson can feel himself in your stomach, rearranging your insides. His balls tighten, knowing you can take all of him inside your heavenly tight pussy.

“He’s ever-consuming…” he whined as you bite a sensitive spot on his neck, lapping your tongue over it to soothe the bruise, “… just like your pussy, my god.”

Ogling down at where your hips lay flush, Wilson feels tears tickling at his waterline, the sight of your walls inviting his length in never gets old.

The desk begins to rattle, Wilson’s impending orgasm creeping up at him at the sight of you under him.

Your fingers rub at your clit in circles, bottom lip tugged between your teeth and your gorgeous eyes curtained through closed lids—you felt like you were ascending.

Like ecstasy was coursing through your veins, your supplier being Wilson’s raw and passionate thrusts.

“Fuck, James. I’m so close…” trembled past your parted lips, heavy breathes brushing against his bushy eyebrows that are pulled together in deep concentration.

Looking into your eyes, Wilson nods his head frantically, “Good girl, come undone for me.” He ordered and you did.

Your orgasm came in red hot, causing you to shudder and clench around Wilson—who was so close too.

He groaned like he was in psychical pain as you rolled your hips onto his, to be honest he was in pain, he needed the sweet relief of coming soon.

Lifting your hips up as pure bliss came over you like a thick blanket, sweat beads painting your hairline, your toes clenched and your spine tingled as you finally came down from your high.

“Such a gorgeous girl, I’m so lucky.” Wilson said, cradling your face in his large palms, thumb rubbing over the apple of your cheek.

“Fucking me so good I might just make you mine.” your fucked our mind spoke for you, gazing at the doctor under hooded lids.

“Yeah?” Your pussy seemed to tighten again (somehow) and Wilson’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he mumbled incoherent nonsense.

“Mhmm, take you back to the frat house, show you off to the boys.” Wilson whimpered as pre-cum drizzled inside of you. “They’ll be so jealous, they all want me but I’m devoted to you, only.

“Imagine House’s face when he walks in on us in your apartment, looking so innocent sat on your lap watching ‘Tivo’, not realising you’re balls deep in me.”

Your dirtiest fantasies tip Wilson over the age, he cums staring into your eyes. His eyes gloss over with pure pleasure, his lazy eye (that you absolutely adore) turns in slightly when he moans.

As his hips jerk, balls pressing against your ass trying to shove his cock as deep as possible, you smile at each other through the haze of your orgasms.

Pulling out, a mix of both of your fluids seep out onto the desk, “Look at that, got me cumming so hard, baby.” You purred.

“And a lot, I think you might need to get checked out.” He tutted, spreading your folds, ogling at your soppy pussy.

If you had been any less sensitive, his mouth would’ve been lapping at your wetness immediately; that was too cruel though, he’d barely touched you and you were already twitching,

“Really, that much? You know any good gyno’s?”

Running his tongue over his teeth, Wilson nodded, “I’d say I’m pretty seasoned in that area, you could always come to me. You might need daily check-up, sweetie.”

Laughing, you slapped his hands away from your core, “But I thought you were an oncologist?”

“Who says a man can’t do both?” Grinning, he softly kissed your neck up to your jawline.

Scooping the mixture with your finger, you commanded Wilson to open up. Sticking your finger down his throat, Wilson suckles on your flesh before pulling off with a pop!

“You’re good, too good. Where’d you study?” You tease, leaning on your forearms against some of Wilson’s papers whilst he cleaned your wetness up with a tower (that he’d brought from home, knowing you had an appointment with House that day).

“I’m a Doctor, Aelia, I know all about anatomy.” He shrugged with a toothy grin, chucking the towel into an empty drawer.

Pulling his boxers over his hips and buttoning his slacks up (biting his tongue when the fabric brushed harshly against his worn out cock), he sat back in his leather chair, patting his thighs.

Eagerly dropping yourself into his lap after shuffling your tight shorts back on, you pressed a tender kiss to his Adam’s apple and then his cheek.

“I’m also a married man, twice divorced. I know how to please a woman.”

“You sure do, Peepaw.” Gasping, Wilson tickled your sides, ripping an almighty giggle from your throat.

Unbeknownst to you, a certain Head of Diagnostics, hobbled by. After trying to escape from Cuddy who was adamant on forcing clinic hours on the doctor.

He also was going to steal Wilson’s lunch, ergo why he stopped right outside.

House’s ears perked up at the sound of sweet giggles. Sure, Wilson had a nice laugh, but it was never that high-pitched.

And then, when he tried to burst in but was blocked by a heavy force pushing against the door, he knew something was up.

Eyes wide, you watched in shock as the handle to Wilson’s office rattled furiously. Facing the oncologist, he squeezed your hips and lifted you up onto your feet.

Passing you your little handbag and sweater you arrived in, he motioned towards the large windows adjacent to his desk.

Furrowing your eyebrows you shook your head rapidly, there was no way you were jumping out of that into the bushes below—you had dignity!

Tilting his head tentatively, Wilson clasped his hands together in a begging motion. “One minute House, the doorknobs going to fall off if you shake it any harder!”

“Another knobs going to be removed if you don’t let me in here, now!” House shouted, banging his fists on the wooden door.

Sighing deeply, running a shaky hand through his hair, Wilson rushed over to you and directed you towards the open window. He hushed you as you began to retaliate.

“Please just do it, I’ll stop by later and make it up to you.” Wilson promised, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, tracing the back of his finger along your cheek.

“You fucking better James Wilson. I’ll tell one of the frat boys to let you in.” Straddling the window ledge, Wilson gave you a pitied look and you rolled your eyes playfully.

Leaving him with a linger peck on the lips, you slid out of his office and landed on the soft grass—thank God he was situated on the bottom floor.

Otherwise you’d have no more legs for him to make weak.

Slicking his frizzy hair down, Wilson pushed the chair away from the door, allowing House to barge in like it was his own office.

He didn’t say a word as he leant on his cane, narrow his eyes, scanning the room for anything suspicious. He stopped when he reached the open window, the blinds fluttered in the Summer breeze, almost too much.

“Somethings fishy here…” House decides, plopping into Wilson’s chair and rifling through a draw pulling out a plastic container—his lunch.

Hiding his chuckle behind a cough, Wilson picked up the messy files that he was reading before you had strutted in. Legs for miles on full display, nipples perked that pierced through the hoodie—safe to say, he had gotten a little distracted.

“I’m not entirely sure Aelia would be too pleased with that statement…” he mumbled under his breath.

“What was that?”, “Nothing.”

“No, I mean what is that?” House’s nose scrunches up, not in disgust, but in confusion.

Jutting his bottom lip out, too confused, Wilson turns and is greeted to a discarded blue lace bra, hanging off a picture frame. Oh.

That must’ve been hanging there since your entrance. Flung off and forgotten about in the midst of a passionate make out session, before Wilson received a soul sucking blowjob that left his teeth chattering.

Heart dropping to his stomach, Wilson reaches out to snatch at the bra, shoving it down his trousers, “There are the sneaky things.”

“Have you started wearing ladies lingerie, Wilson? Was part of the special dessert you were making for us tonight?”

Running a stress hand over his face, Wilson had to think fast, “No, those are my wife’s. Well they were until they went missing. Don’t know how they’ve ended up… there…”

“Can’t of been your wife’s, wayyy too big to be hers.” Wilson glares at House, whose face scrunched up in a devious beam.

Dropping the smile immediately, House began to poke at a cupboard with his cane.

“Aelia, I know you’re in there, come out. You’re busted.”

Scratching his head awkwardly, Wilson stuck his bottom lip up and shrugged, “She’s not in there, I haven’t seen her since her last checkup.”

Huffing, House shook his head and rolled his eyes sassily—like a deranged teenage girl—tutting at his best friend’s serious expression as he opened the cupboard door.

“I can assure you. Why would she be in my cupboard anyway?”

“Because, my dear friend… I have eyes and ears. You’re hooking up with my patient!” chewing on his lip, Wilson placed his hands on his hips and whispered.

“You’re right…”

Eyes widening, lips curling upwards ever so slightly, House’s voice dropped an octave, “You are?”

“No.” Wilson deadpanned, shuffling through his files and placing them neatly on his desk, grabbing a pen to sign off some patients further-going treatment.

“That’s it.” House banged his stick on the carpeted floor (for dramatic effect), Wilson raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “If you’re not going to tell me, I’m going to weasel it out of you.”

Pulling a rumpled flyer out of his blazer pocket, slamming it down in front of Wilson on the desk. Grumbling (because he now actually had work to do), Wilson unenthusiastically pickled the paper up, pinching the corners with his thumb and index finger.

“Sorority Fundraiser?” Wilson questioned, flicking the leaflet over, he was greeted with a group photo of a nearby sorority.

His eyes immediately gravitated to you, you were so much prettier than the others, a large cheesy smile gracing your features, sticking your tongue out cheekily, long hair cascading down your back as you leant your head against a friend’s.

The throbbing in his trousers he was so familiar with that day returned too, scoping your outfit; a bralette with tiny denim shorts.

“No… House, please.” Wilson pleaded, folding the leaflet over and shoving it into a drawer (the one with the sticky towel hidden in) for later use. “How’d you even get this, because I know Aelia wouldn’t invite you to this.”

“‘Course not, that’s like inviting your uncle to your strip show. I nabbed it off the Aussie Ken-doll, Aelia had slipped it to him before her check-up.”

Heat stirred in Wilson’s belly at the revelation, he was fired up with jealousy; why would you invite Chase and not him?

He must’ve been speaking his thoughts aloud as House tsked. “Maybe she needs someone less pre-historic?”

Chomping into (what was Wilson’s lunch) the bell-pepper with spicy rice and cherry tomatoes, House crunched onto a tomato, purposefully sending seeds flying all over Wilson’s clean shirt

Pulling into the car-park outside the sorority house, a crowd of girls circled House’s beaten down Dodge Dynasty.

Their tits squished together and pushed up through their tight bra’s, skin partially covered in soapy bubbles that overflowed from nearby buckets.

Hair tied back with multi-coloured scrunchies, lips pouty as they seductively rinsed sponges off over their collarbones—it was like a scene straight out of a 80’s porno.

Wilson had never seen his best friend’s grin so wide as a college student knocked on the window, House’s fingers trembled, placing a crisp 20 dollar bill in the girl’s palm.

“Girls look! It’s that hot doctor.” A close friend of yours, Estella; a bubbly girl whose wild curls matched her personality; shrieked from across the parking lot.

Pointing a manicured finger in Wilson’s direction, House swivelled to face the oncologist incredulously, who was slowly sinking further into the passenger seat, hands pressed firmly over his eyes.

“My, my would you look at that! You’re like a ol’ regular around here, you perv.” House nudged Wilson’s side.

Resting his forearm on the windowsill, House whispered something to one of your sorority sisters, handing them another 20 bucks before they hurried off towards another car.

“W-what did you do? 40 bucks, House that’s insane!” Wilson babbled, loosening his tie from around his neck that seemed to be suffocating him.

Dismissing him with a wave of his hand, House leaned back in his seat, slowly raising his sunglasses over his eyes.

“Paid a little extra for a select cleaner, and what’s the harm? It’s for the greater good of society.”

“I’m not sure practically prostituting these sorority girls for your sick entertainment is for the ‘greater good’, House.” Wilson scoffed.

“Hah, don’t lie. You’ll love it!”

That’s when you come skipping over, sporting a string bikini, tied loosely in bows at your hip, and… god does Wilson hate when House is right.

“Woah…” House voices Wilson’s thoughts, eyes trained on you as wiggle your hips in excitement at Tina (who was now wafting herself with the 2 20 dollar bills), beaming at the hot doctor’s special request.

Winking at your friends, they all wiggle their eyebrows towards each other, going back to cleaning the other cars to keep the other men waiting patiently with their tongues hanging out entertained.

Wrapping your finger against Wilson’s window, chewing on your bottom lip to hide your knowing smile, he smiled back weakly.

“Well morning, James.” You giggle after House rolled the window down, leaning into the car and purposefully pushing your tits together into the doctors face.

He can House stifle a snort beside him, “Ah! Aelia, fancy see you here.”

“Likewise, doctor and… other doctor.” You wave at House who waves back, body shuddering with laughter at Wilson, who was not-so discreetly averting his gaze from your breasts to your face every micro-second.

“We’re just in great need of a thorough wash, nice and soapy.” House drawls.

Quirking an eyebrow at Wilson, his face is steaming hot and you can tell he’s mortified. He’s sweating through his t-shirt and sporting a growing bulge in his trousers, something you’re now all so familiar with.

“I see, anything for my favourite doctors.”

As you move with purpose over to a discarded bucket of water and soap, Wilson slams the window switch and groans at House’s laughter.

“I get this is a whole thing to stitch me up, but this is plain humiliating, House!” He seethes, chest rising and falling dramatically as he catches a glimpse of you.

Leaning over to pick a sponge up, giving him a perfect outline of your sodden bikini bottoms, he lets out a shaky breathe.

“See, this is what happens when you don’t tell your old man things.” House shrugs, “I could get used to this you know.”

He adds, leaning against his hands, leaning into the drivers seat, watching his favourite client begin to scrub at the bonnet of his car.

Wilson grits his teeth in frustration, but his jaw falls slack when you make eye contact. When you tilt your head tentatively at him, flicking your braids sending them cascading over your shoulder, careful not to graze them with the soapy water, Wilson knows he’s a goner.

Pulling his right leg to his chest, he tries to hide his impossibly hard erection from his best friend, who stares at him like he’s insane.

“What are you doing?” House questions, fussing with Wilson’s knee to push it back down but he’s met with a whole body’s worth of force.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” Wilson responds, squinting as he tries to find your blurry figure through the windshield, now covered in soapy water that you’d thrown onto the car.

“So you admit it?”

“Admit what?” Wilson sighs deeply, carefully palming himself through his trousers, praying House can’t see his desperate actions.

“That’s you two are… hooking up, having sexual intercourse, riding the flagpole? Fucking, shagging, doing the devil’s tango, indulging in a bit of hanky panky—“

“God, alright! Jesus House.” Wilson covers his ears with his hands, face scrunching up in disgust at his friend’s words, “We’re hooking up.”

Placing his foot back down on the mat, exposing his covered erection, House whistled lowly and scoffs. “My goodness, you hiding one of my canes down there?”

Groaning, tugging at the roots of his hair, Wilson pleads, “Not now, what am I supposed to do?”

“I say just rub one out here, no one will notice. It’ll match in with the soap Aelias using anyway.” House shrugs, the outside world would never know considering the car was covered in a thick layer of bubbles.

“Anyways, I’d dig it.”

I wrote the entire end of this in one go and Tumblr didn’t save it, so it’s extremely rushed I apologise 😭

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Day one

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Your parents were going out on vacation without you which you were fine with because it gave you an excuse to stay with your older boyfriend who just coincidentally happened to be your father's best friend.

“OK, so what’s your idea?” I asked Jenson, leaning forward over the kitchen counter.

“Well, you see I was thinking that we should spend Christmas together this year,

Just you and I”

“I like that idea,” I say biting my bottom lip suggestively

He smiles seductively back

“Maybe I could give you a gift that you could remember me by”

“Uh huh, what kind of gift?” You asked teasingly

He begins to inch closer to you “Maybe a gift that I won’t have to leave your side, to remember our time together” Jenson says walking around the counter to stand behind you. You stood there as Jenson grabbed you by the waist pushing himself against you pressing his crotch against your ass.

“I think that sounds lovely,” you said, turning your head to look at Jenson from over your shoulder.

He smirks seductively back

He continues to inch closer and closer

He wraps his hand around you

Brushes the hair off of your face

And in a swift motion, he turns you towards him

And then slowly moves his face forward

And he kisses you on the lips.

He leans into the kiss

His body against yours

His face still pressed against you

One arm still wrapped around your waist

And he whispers into your ear

“Merry Christmas darling”

“Merry Christmas Jenson”

“I have the perfect gift for our special Christmas together darling” Jenson smiles seductively again

He then begins to unbutton his shirt

And removes it from his body to reveal his torso underneath

“Do you like what you see darling”

He grins seductively.

“Yes I do actually”

His smile fades as he pulls away

He looks into your eyes

And he caresses your face

He slowly traces his finger along your cheek,

Across your lips,

Down you to the chin, and your neck

His fingers travel down to your chest,

He traces your collarbone,

He takes his fingers under your shirt and runs his fingers along your skin,

Then his hand travels back up again,

You feel a gentle touch along your leg, He leans into you again and his mouth meets yours

He slowly wraps his other arm around you

He pulls you against him

He pulls you in close

One hand still runs along your cheek

And the other holds you under the chin

He softly moves his hand around to your back

And he caresses your back up to your shoulders

You close your eyes and take in his warmth

And you can feel his heart pounding

He leans his head forward

And he slowly moves his lips along your neck

He runs his lips over your neck down to your collarbone again and he begins to kiss it lightly

His hand still caresses your back

And he leans into you

He looks into your eyes

And you notice the passion in his eyes

He moves his hands down to your hips

And he gently pulls you closer

He moves his hands down your hips

And down your thighs

He moves one hand to the inside of your thigh

And he softly kisses your neck again

“Maybe we should go to the bedroom,” you said, tugging on the strands of hair at the base of Jenson's neck, arching into him.

He smiles seductively

“I think that’s a fantastic idea darling” he whispers

He pulls away from you and then gently takes your hand

And he walks you to the bedroom

He gently closes the door behind you

And he turns you so you’re facing him

He wraps his hands around your waist

And he pulls you close once again

He gently pushes you against the bed frame

And he leans into your ear

“I want you to know just how much I need you”

He whispers in your ear

“Just how much I want you”

“Just how much I desire you”

“Just how much you make me feel so wanted”

He looks into your eyes

His eyes filled with passion and lust

He slowly leans into you

And his mouth meets yours

His tongue gently explores your lips

He wraps his arms around your body, one hand holding the back of your head, and the other wrapped around your waist, pulling you close.

He kisses you passionately, his hands stroking your hair as he explores your mouth with his tongue

He pushes you to the bed

And he climbs on top of you

His hands still caressing your hair

His one hand still wrapped around your waist

He learns more of his weight on you by taking off your shirt And he whispers in your ear

“Just how much I crave you, just how much I want this” He begins to kiss your neck again

Slowly kissing his way down to your collarbone

He pulls down your shirt and begins to kiss and nibble at your chest. Jenson grabs one of your hands and binds them to the bedpost with a string of colorful Christmas lights repeating the same thing with your other hand.

“What the hell? Christmas lights, that's a new one” you said.

“Just trying to get into the holiday spirit” Jenson says, kissing down your chest.

“Trust me I’m definitely feeling the holiday spirit”

“Well then I hope you’ve been a good girl all year because after I’m done with you we’ll both be on the naughty list” Jenson says pulling down your pants and underwear looking back up at you.

“Bring it on old man” you say smiling.

Jensen's eyes darkened with lust “oh trust me princess I will” he says pulling your thighs apart.

You knew one thing and this had to be the Best Christmas ever….

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Man-Flu ~ Fernando Alonso

♡ Fernando Alonso x Reader

Description: Fernando has a cold but you're there to comfort him.

~fluff~

"Cariño, I think I may be dying."

"Fernando." You say softly, running a hand through his hair. "Darling, you have a cold."

Nobody could ever say your boyfriend wasn't dramatic.

The team doctor had even been around earlier in the day to check on him. All there was to it was plenty of fluids and rest.

He sniffles, "It feels worse than a cold."

You try not to smile but he's too darn cute.

"It is not funny." He says with a pout, his Spanish accent heavily lacing his words.

"You're adorable when you have the man flu." You argue as you pull the covers closer around him. "You'll be fine I promise."

"I hate being sick."

You did feel for him. Usually he was the one in control, the one whose body dictated his profession, his life.

"I know. But how about you just let me take care of you?" You suggest. "Get some rest."

He makes an affirmative noise before an attack of sneezing starts.

You make sure he's comfortable in your bed before you get downstairs to make him some chicken soup and refill his water bottle.

You're rewarded by one of Fernando's smiles when you reenter you bedroom a while later with a tray.

"Still can't sleep?" You ask.

His chest rattles with a cough, "No. Not without you beside me."

Even sick in bed, the man is still a flirt.

You climb onto the bed beside him and cajole him into drinking some soup and more water.

You go to clear the things up and leave him to get some rest.

"Don't go. Stay here with me."

You only have to take one look at him to know you can't say no to the wounded puppy look he's giving you.

So you put the tray away and lie down next to him. It doesn't take long for him to wrap himself around you like a giant koala bear.

You lie on your back and his curls up on his side and slings an arm across your torso and hitches his hip over your legs and his face resting near your neck.

It doesn't take long for his breathing to even out and you can practically feel him drifting off to sleep.

You smile at the feeling, it took a long time before Fernando had been comfortable with the notion of being vulnerable with you. He had built his entire racing persona on being tough and harsh and unreasonable.

To eveyone else he was Fernando Alonso. But with you he was just Fernando.

You must have drifted off to sleep because its dark outside when you open your eyes.

You accidently rouse Fernando from his sleep as you stretch.

He mumbles something in Spanish you don't understand and places a kiss on your neck.

You place a hand on his forehead to make sure he hasn't got a temperature and is hallucinating. But you breathe a sigh of relief when you feel his skin and its not burning up like that morning.

"What was that?" You ask

Your sigh turns to something between a moan and a laugh as he trails his kisses up your neck to behind your ear.

"I said, how did I get so lucky to have you Corazón?"

You turned your head so you can look in his eyes.

"I'm the lucky one." You argue with a pout you know is his weakness.

He shakes his head and gently takes the hand you had checked his temperature with and places a kiss on the back of it. "I love you."

"I love you too."

Fernando smiles as if he's just been told he's won another world championship.

"Now, time for you to eat something and get a good night's sleep, you will feel better tomorrow." You tell him.

He shrugs, seemingly having forgotten his self pity party, "I already feel better with you here."

"Well, it's a good thing I'm not going anywhere." You tell him and seal your promise with a kiss