So Cute!

So cute! 🥰❤️

‧˚⊹ 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗰 𝗱𝗶𝗲𝗱 ଓ :: 𝗠𝗩𝟭‧₊˚⤾

✧ pairing :: ( max verstappen x girlfriend! driver! reader ) ✧ summary :: ( you were close to wining your first world title, until you weren't ) ✧ genre :: ( angst ) ✧ warning :: ( — )

master list || part two - part three - part four →

The amount of concentration a formula one driver needed was beyond compare. Holding p1 against Lewis Hamilton and Max Verstappen was consuming every bit of energy strength and concentration you stocked up in your soul.

You were so close to the chequered flag, so close to your first world title. You could hear Arabic commentary over the loud speakers of Abu Dhabi, you could feel your heartbeat in your chest, the adrenaline flowing in your veins and very blood. This would've been it. Your childhood dream. Your life goal.

Highlight the word: would've.

You somehow found yourself upside down on turn 16. Saved by the halo, you watched as your rivals passed you. Your vision was doubled and your body was numb, you didn't even realise that the marshals had already taken you out.

you couldn't feel anymore, you couldn't hear anything, people were moving you around and you could barely stand on your feet, knees buckling several times. Your vision was blurry and disoriented. Your throat hurts.

And of course, everyone's favourite part, you were forgotten. Sitting on the floor of the Porsche garage, alone. You could see the colours and blurbs of people celebrating and hugging, you could hear the muffled and distant noise and music, the cheer and laughter.

From leading every lap to a DNF in less than 30 seconds, you watched Max hug his team and shake hands with other drivers. Even your parents congratulated him, shaking his hands with your father and sharing a quick hug from your mother.

You continued to sit, while everyone left the garage to watch the podium celebration. Wasn't this exactly why you were in this sport in the first place? To be on that very podium, on the highest pedestal, singing your country's anthem as you draped the flag on your shoulders, to hold the trophy up high.

Time passed as you held your head between your knees, sitting in the same spot. You only moved when someone gently took off your helmet gently, pulling off your balaclava.

Was he talking? His voice was muffled and you couldn't see well enough to read his lips. The man gently used his sleeve to wipe your eyes. Free of tears and no longer blurry, you looked at Max.

His lips were pursed as he looked into your eyes. Your hearing slowly came back as he cupped your cheek, pulling you in a hug. You were hesitant to hug back, but you did, finding yourself hugging him tight as sobs started escaping your lips.

Realisation hits you like a truck.

It was over . . .

You lost.

Max stood up, pulling you to your feet with him while he rocked you gently. He pressed your head into his shoulder, turning around so your back would be facing towards any cameras who would try to capture you in your weak moments.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." You repeated over and over. He didn't know why you were apologising but Max let you vent out your feelings. You have been wearing a cool face all weekend despite how nervous and frustrated he could tell you were, you deserved to be let free.

Two days passed and the FiA publicly apologised to you and your team. Marshals had failed to clear all derbies  off the track which caused your crash. Although some people were mad about it ( your brand and fans definitely were ), and filed complaints, even going to the extent of suing the FiA; you did not care.

You take a plane back to Monaco after receiving a lecture from your father and mother. And you've been laying in your bed with the blinds closed ever since.

The only time you got out of your bed was when there was a ring at your door. You ignored it at first, but it rang two more times ( building  up frustration because you were busy not watching your parents' disappointment on tv on loop ).

You slammed the door open, a dark glare being sent to the person who was about to ring the doorbell one more time. Max looked at you from the corner of his eye before lowering his hand away from the bell, looking at you sheepish smile on his face. "You're not wearing pants." He pointed out as he invited himself into your apartment. "I can tell, Max." You chuckled closing the door after him

part two →

FOUR BIG GUYS

or: John Price lets 141 fuck his girlfriend.

dubcon. gangbang. double penetration. daddy kink. breeding kink.

"look at 'er, cap'n. pretty thing, isn't she?" simon coos, amused, pressing the head of the pink vibrator against your puffy clit.

you spasm beneath his hold, head fuzzy and thrashing your legs in a desperate attempt to get away from another crashing wave of orgasm. "c-can't! no more, please! please!"

"shh, s'okay, pretty girl. doin' so good for us," johnny whispers, soothing soft circles on your ankle as he keeps you from squirming away.

"such a cute cunt.." he groans, a low sound straight from his throat before his eyes go to fixate on the kitten-themed buttplug buried inside of you.

"nearly there, puppy. gon' cum for us?" kyle peppers light kisses over your shoulders, chest pressed against your back. he tweaks a perky nipple with each hand, a soft grin overtaking his features as you try to get away from his touch.

"hafta' loosen you up a bit more and we can finally fuck you, yeah? sound good?"

you whine, a keening sound that quickly becomes a gasp when simon's leather-gloved hand slaps against your swollen pussy.

"he asked you something. better fuckin' answer it, princess."

"yes!" you cry out, "sounds so so good, kyle! w-wan' be stuffed full with your— a-ah fuck— cock! wan' to feel you in my belly!" your mindless babbles makes your boyfriend, john, curse, hands cuffed and tied to a chair.

("just a safety precaution, cap'n." soap had reassured him. "wouldn't want to be killed 'cause i was havan' mae way wit' yer girleen, eh?")

you stare at simon, teary-gazed and eyes blown wide with lust, soft hiccups leaving your lips as tear tracks run down your cheeks.

"think you can take the three of us, princess?" he turns the vibrator off, reaching to flick your clit, pinching the bud between gloved fingers. you yelp, throwing your head back to rest against kyle's shoulder.

"c-can't—"

"ya wanna be our good girl, yeah?" johnny whispers, cutting off your complaint, spreading your legs and placing them on his shoulder. "know you can do it, sweetheart."

"no, johnny, s'not gonna fit- you're too big, it's not-" he growls, a swift snap of his hips that has him burying his entire cock into your weeping cunt.

"jonhnny!" you squeal, hands slapping against his chest to try and push him away.

he doesn't let up, pressing his weight against you to pin you down. "there we go.." he groans, patting your clit. "told ya you could do it."

kyle's voice by your ear sends a shiver down your spine. "ready for one more, pup?"

".. o-okay.." you sniffle pathetically, feeling him press a kiss by the side of your neck as he whispers "thank you" against your skin.

kyle takes out the buttplug out of your stretched hole, wet with lube. when he pushes the tip of his length in, the burning stretch makes you mewl, toes curling.

your eyes flutter shut, a string of "pleasepleasepleaseplease—" when he finally sinks himself to the hilt, balls pressed snug between your ass.

"atta girl," he hums a stuttering breath. "fuck, you squeeze my cock so good, pup."

you feel a roughened palm cup your jaw. blearily, you blink back the tears and meet johnny's eyes. "still with us, pretty?"

"mhmmm—" your eyes stray for a moment, seeing a glimpse of simon grasping a tuft of john's hair to keep him from looking away.

you feel dirty for a quick second, two cocks stuffed inside of you, stretching you impossibly wide, as your boyfriend watches you get fucked by his men.

kyle follows your gaze and you're taken aback when you feel him snap his hips into you, choking on a wail.

"s-so fuckin' tight, captain," he chuckles. "trained her so, a-ah, well. fuckfuckfuck—!" his eyes roll back into his skull. "god, you feel so good, pup. sucking my cock in like a good whore. you were made for this, hm? made to be fucked by more than one cock in you."

johnny begins to move as well. thrusting inside when kyle is pulling out to make sure neither of your holes feel too lonely.

"doesn't it feel so good, baby?" he asks you between gasps, fucking his thick length into your dripping cunt. you can barely hear him with the sloppy and wet sounds your pussy is making. "you're gonna cream on my cock, yeah? be a good girl and cum for me?"

you nod, begging. "y-yes! wan' be your good girl, johnny! i'll do anything, just lemme be your good girl!" you're sobbing now, cute cries of pleasure that makes simon's dick throb in his pants.

"if you fuckin' cum in her, you're all dead, you hear me, muppets?" john growls, feeling the rope dig into his skin.

it's almost too much, being bounced on their laps and letting them have their way with you. toyed like a fleshlight, making a mess on their thighs as they chase their release, searing breaths against your skin as your walls spasm around them.

your eyes are dazed when you open them, head tilted to the side as simon's pierced dick pats your cheek. "open up, princess. make your mouth useful for me."

your lips part for him, peeking up at him from behind your fluttering lashes, and he's quick to find out how well the captain has taught you.

the grin he sports is hidden by the mask but he can't stop the flicker of amusement in his words.

"what a good slut. gonna let me cum down your throat? let captain watch gaz and soap fill you up, hm?"

your try to search for your boyfriend's eyes but simon holds a fistful of your hair and forces you to take in more of his length.

"you're doin' so well for us, pretty girl," johhny says and you try to ignore the fact that you can feel him pressed against your cervix. a little more and he'd be right in your womb. "look so pretty with our cocks in you." he grunts out.

"fuck- nearly there! shitshitshit, baby, lemme come inside you, please," kyle nearly sobs, lost in the pleasure of your tight heat, fastening his pace even as he feels you clench around him. "fuckkkk, 'm so close, so close, hunnie!"

you end up coming with him, gasping out the syllables of his name even as simon pistons his hips at a speed that has you gagging. kyle freezes, cock buried balls deep inside of you as he fills you with the hot white spurts of his cum.

johnny grunts as you clamp down on him, creaming around him, squeezing his cock so tight that he decides to just grind into you till you come down from your high.

you can't stop the way your hips try to eagerly meet every one of his thrusts when he finally starts moving again, try to take him deeper even if your womb is the only other place he can go.

when he cums, hips stuttering and pace faltering, he makes sure you cum with him. wants to feel you squeeze his release from his balls, circling the sensitive bud of your clit. your moan is muffled by simon's cock.

his cum oozes out of your spasming little cunt and he grins at the pretty sight of your used hole stuffed full of him.

simon doesn't let up, not even when you push against his thighs to make him slow down.

"too much for you, princess?" he coos, mocking. "make me feel good, yeah? be a good little girl and help me cum." and you nod and let him use your throat however he wants.

you wanna be their good girl.

wanna be their best girl.

when they're done with you, three holes leaking with their release and covered in their marks, they're surprised when you still cry out a weak, "daddy, need you..."

and oh, all the blood rushes to john's cock.

there you were, overstimulated, skin painted with squirts of cum still dribbling down your spent cunt, voice hoarse and still looking for him.

still needing daddy's cock.

couldn't be satiated without him filling you up, your stomach bulging with the outline of his length as he molded your walls back to the shape of him.

how could he keep his needy baby waiting?

the sound of rope tearing has kyle and simon's heads shoot up from where they were catching their breaths.

"oh, fuck me.." johnny whispers just as the captain goes to stand up, twisting his sore wrists, knowing that the promise earlier held some weight to it.

"oh, my poor girl.." he whispers, kissing your forehead, letting your sloppy little cunt drool over his fingers as he fucks your poor pussy even if his wrists ache.

"daddy's here, love. daddy's right here. gonna take care of you, alright? gonna fill you up nice and warm."

— and i don't really have enough motivation to finish this. so it's gonna end here.

My monthly reminder that Jules Kounde is hot

Sometimes I fall off but I always come back...

Rating: Mature.

Words: 2.7k

If you had been counting the seconds you were certain would be into the thousands before you noticed the text that was so subtly placed at the bottom of his latest gym selfie. 

‘Sometimes I fall off but I always come back.’

Yes you do, Lewis, yes you fucking do. Somehow you ALWAYS come back. 

Usually you were so careful to not be caught viewing his Insta stories, it was so important to you that you made it seem like you cared nothing at all for him anymore, even if that wasn’t entirely true. Most of the time it was fine but this instance you were carelessly tapping across stories when his freshly posted story popped up on your screen. 

It was too late the second it appeared on your screen, he would know you saw it, he would know that you knew he was in the city, he would also know, somehow, that every fibre of your being would be tempted by that revelation, and it was. 

It was 30 degrees outside, you were sitting around a table at your favourite rooftop bar in the cutest two piece with your friends but you were pretty sure in that moment that the short breaths, the beads of sweat and the tingle you felt in between your closed thighs were all down to him, in fact you knew they were. There wasn’t a temperature on earth, nor was there an amount of alcohol that you could consume that would make you feel just as he had always made you feel, even when you hadn’t seen him for some time. 

He was in the city, Lewis was in your city, in fact he was only a 15 minute car ride from where you were right now, you knew that because you had done the trip many times before - many many times before. 

Lewis was in his gym, most of it still familiar from the last time you were there, you could even see the bench he sat on as you rode him in front of the mirror just so he could watch the way your ass rolled on him. You thought often of that moment, of the way he was fawning over every little dimple in your skin, tracing the lines of your stretch marks as he growled so deeply, unashamed of the sounds he made as you brought him to the depths of pleasure whilst he showered a body you had often been so cruel to, with love. 

“I have to…I have to go, sorry.” 

You sank the rest of your cocktail in quick succession, avoiding eye contact with your annoyed but not surprised friends, this had happened so many times before, they need not even ask where you were going, they already knew. 

“He will only hurt you again…” 

The logical tone of your best friend was the last thing you heard before you were out of there, having already called an Uber to meet you outside before you had left the table, you were on your way to his before you could even finish tracing the bead of sweat that fell down his abs in the picture, the bead of sweat you salivated at the thought of licking off of him in a matter of minutes time. 

-

It was bold of you to presume that he wouldn’t have changed the code to his gate, it had been a long time since you were last there, yet he hadn’t, it was still exactly the same, almost as if he was daring you to come back to him, leaving the door metaphorically and physically open for you to do just that. 

One knock turned into three, using the reflection of his door knocker you checked yourself out one last time before the door was unlocked remotely, granting you permission into his world once more and you knew just how to find him. 

His house was quiet, you could be mistaken for thinking he wasn’t even home but you knew he was waiting for you, and you knew exactly where too. 

Pushing open the door of the gym, it took your eyes no longer than a millisecond to lock onto the man who was doing bicep curls in the mirror. He didn’t turn to greet you at first, locking eyes with you through the reflection, he waited for you to speak first. 

“Hi Lewis…” 

There was a nervous energy to your tone, he could sense it too, putting down the weights he finally turned to you. 

“Hello, you.” 

-

Sat on the very bench he last fucked you on, clad only in the thinest black shorts, Lewis stared at you as if he was daring you to make the first move with him. 

“Are you going to just stand there or are you going to tell me why you are here?” 

The smirk on his face was so self assured it irritated you, yet he had every right to be so confident, both of you knew what had brought you there, and both of you knew exactly why, he just needed to hear you say it. 

“I…I was at the bar and…Well, I missed you.” 

His smirk dissipated slightly, his eyebrow raised, a look that told you he knew you weren’t being entirely honest. 

“You missed me or you missed…it?” 

You felt your mouth salivate with excitement as he freed his dick from the restraint of his shorts, allowing it to spring to attention, attention that had captivated you from the moment you saw his hand reach into his shorts. 

“Both...shit, both…” 

It was impossible to hide the excitement on your face, not once had you stopped looking at the hardness that tempted you, not that he seemed to care. He let you linger there in that moment for a while, just to watch the torture on your face.

“Come here.” 

The command in his voice only served to turn you on more, of course you obliged. Walking over to him you finally met his eyes once more, his intense soul piercing gaze burned dark with lust, a look you were oh so familiar with. 

Lewis drew you down to his level, brushing his nose over yours, allowing his breath to tickle your cheek as he teased your lips with his own, never quite granting you a kiss but threatening it nonetheless. 

Cupping your chin in between his thumb and his forefinger he caught your gaze once more, placing the softest of kisses on your lips finally, so soft you could be convinced it never happened, before he parted his lips once more. 

“Show me how much you missed it.” 

You fell to your knees so quickly the skin of your knees stung, not caring for your own comfort you were hungry for the dick that was now just inches from your lips, wrapping a hand around the base you kissed the tip as Lewis held the back of your head. 

“No hands yet baby, let me feel all of that pretty little throat first.” 

Your skirt rose up around your waist as you took him further into your mouth, slowly you took every single inch of him, nuzzling the tip of your nose into his still neatly trimmed tufts of curly hair at his base. Lewis held you there, a groan escaping his lips every time he felt you fight your gag reflex around him, he got off on the sounds of you struggling to hold him there, not because he wanted to torture you, he just loved how much you wanted to please him. 

“Mmm, good girl…such a very good girl.” 

-

Lewis smiled as he watched you catch your breath, your mouth dripping with saliva that he was happy to help wipe away for you with his thumb. 

“Need more?” 

He knew just how hungry you always were for more of him, a hunger that never seemed to be satisfied no matter how many times you had him, and you had him many times. 

You wasted no time in answering him with the best way you knew how, taking him back into your mouth, this time you were allowed to work him with your hands too, making him fall back a little with pleasure and he moaned out curse word after curse word, fighting the urge to close his eyes with the want to watch what he had often told you, was his favourite girl suck his dick. 

Breathing was secondary, an inconvenience in that moment, when you wanted to do nothing but satisfy the man above you. Time after time you let him hit the back of your throat, moment after moment you fought back against your need to breathe, if you could have negated need for anything else and to just stay in that moment, Lewis’ dick buried in your throat as every little groan left his lips to praise you, the strokes of your hair, of your face, the jolts of his body, told you of all the ways you made him feel good, you would have. 

-

It was quite the contradiction how gentle he was with you as he urged you off of him, guiding your lips back to his so he could kiss you deeper this time, before he pulled away a little. 

“Stand up.” 

You wondered for a moment, if he even knew how hot he sounded as he commanded you, you wondered if he played to it on purpose or if it just came naturally, either way nothing was sexier to you in that moment. 

The very moment you did just as you were told, Lewis let his hands find the outside of your thighs, being so careful to not break eye contact he let his fingers trace up your skin until he found just what he was looking for, your panties. 

So expertly he pulled them off of you, allowing them to gather at your feet, he guided you out of them without you even noticing, still looking into your eyes his tongue fell to your clit with little effort, a smile drew across his lips as he felt you tremble with pleasure. His tongue drew careful circles on your clit, holding you up as he felt you grow weaker and weaker under his control, waves of intense pleasure rippled through your body before it came to an abrupt halt as Lewis turned you around. 

“Sit down baby, it’s time I showed you how much I missed you.” 

He led you down onto him so gently, yet he didn’t give you a moment to adjust to him, letting the entirety of his thickness stretch you immediately, revelling in the gasp you let out as he filled you whole. 

His lips danced violent kisses along your neck, nibbling on the skin as he enjoyed the hug of your walls for a moment, one hand cupping your breast, the other placed at the top of your thigh, his fingers dancing over your nub, teasing the throbbing more and more until he decided it was time to remind you of exactly what you were missing out on. 

Placing one of your feet on his knees, he commanded the other to do the same, laying you back into the support of his body.

“Look in the mirror…” 

You did as you were told, shocked by how explicit the sight was at first, it looked like a scene from something that belonged on the Hub yet knowing that it was his dick that was inside of you, his thighs that held all of your weight, his lips that seemed to never quite be able to pull away from the skin of your neck for very long, made you find a confidence you didn't know you had. 

He stole your breath from you the very moment he began to fuck up into you with little care, deep hard thrusts that meant there was not a moment for you to catch it again, especially not with his hand wrapped around your throat so he could growl into your ear as his other hand tapped on your clit just enough to make you feel its presence, careful he was to not push you over the edge so quickly, so selfish he was for control. 

“This pussy…baby, fuck…this pussy, who owns it?” 

His breath hitched in his throat, each word was a struggle as he fucked you, a mixture of pleasure and exhaustion washed over him, yet he had to ask you, he always had to ask you. 

“Yours…it is always yours, Lewis.” 

He never doubted it, it wasn’t confirmation he needed nor was it reassurance, Lewis knew it belonged to him, he had always known, but every part of him loved to hear you moan exactly that. 

“You watching how I’m fucking you?” 

Lewis growled the words into your ear as he nibbled on it. You nodded a response, that was about all you could manage as your mouth was too busy moaning. 

“You see how your pussy was made to take me, baby?” 

Again you nodded, you saw it, of course you saw it, you believed no one looked as good together as the both of you did, the mirror only confirmed it. 

“Now watch how I make this pussy purr for me.” 

The strokes were somehow deeper now, his tapping on your clit became circling so rapidly that you felt yourself quickly lose control. How was it possible that a man who hadn’t had you in so long, still knew exactly how to work your body? 

“Mmm don’t hold back, baby…I can feel how close you are.” 

You could tell from the husk of his voice that he was right there with you too, waiting patiently for you to reach your peak before he would ever entertain his own. 

“Lewis…please…” 

You were begging him for a release he was working hard to give you, yet you needed to beg him, you needed him to know that only he could give you exactly what your body, and your mind,  needed at that moment. 

“I know, baby, I know…give it to me, I’ve got you…I promise, I’ve got you…let go…” 

As the last syllables of his words left his lips you felt the explosion happen, a knot had built so tightly inside of you that the moment it released you lost all control, rendering all of your senses paralysed you could feel nothing but the man that was beginning to crumble under you too. 

His soothing words had turned quickly into moans, hisses in your ear as he felt you squeeze him until you drew out his explosion too. Lewis thrust into you quickly, sloppily, until every last drop of his cum was laced over your walls, his cock throbbing as his high lessened, your pussy doing just the same. 

-

He didn’t rush to lift you off of him, nor did he try to take himself out of you, instead he allowed you to rotate your hips every so slightly, an exhausted movement yet a movement you always did, Lewis knew how much you loved to keep him inside of you, how even in your most sensitive state, feeling him against your walls felt too good to lose. 

It felt like hours passed when really it was only minutes, still sat in the same position, his dick never quite softening inside of you, you kissed passionately, both of you sweaty, both of you overwhelmed, yet nothing you had done until that moment had really shown how much you missed each other. 

You began to stir first, as Lewis felt you attempt to stand up he held you down with his fingertips against your upper thighs just to kiss you some more. 

“You have somewhere to be?” 

Both of you knew that no matter how you answered this question, it would be the same response from him. You shook your head. 

“Good, because I’m not quite done with you yet. Let me get you all cleaned up.” 

He lifted you up with ease, finally slipping out of you with a dick that still was semi hard. You couldn’t help it, you wanted to touch it and so you wrapped your hand around his dick once more. 

“Already? Damn baby, you really did miss it…” 

“I missed you too, Lewis.” 

You stroked his ego to the same rhythm you stroked his dick. 

“But maybe I missed this just a little more.” 

You giggled as you felt the sting of his hand slapped against your ass cheek as he commanded you to the next room he was going to make you fall apart in.

golfing with lando

just a short blurb about you joining lando while he golfs

“Hey honey, pass me the driver.”

“Okay!” You hop out of the golf cart and head to the back, looking at Lando’s array of clubs. “Um…” “The big one to the right.” Lando says, and you nod, grabbing it and handing it to him, happy to be useful.

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