Warnings: Um Smut... Wrap It Before You Tap It, Piv, Fem!reader, Academical Rivals To Lovers, Probably

Warnings: um smut... wrap it before you tap it, piv, fem!reader, academical rivals to lovers, probably the filthiest thing I have ever written... if you know me, no you don't

Part 1 , Part 3

Things since last week haven't changed much. Remus and I still had our rivalry going stronger than ever. Especially after the hallway incident, which ended up with him having a large red handprint on his cheek, indicating a really strong slap. In my defense, he was getting close. Ever since we haven't stopped arguing with each other, until…

"I can't work with her."

"It's impossible to work with him."

As quickly as the words left our mouths, we sharply turned to glare at each other. Completely missing Professor's McGonagall proud look.

"You are working together on this project. And you will present to me the best project in the class because you are both Perfects and have to give the right example. I don't care about whether you like each other or not."

Seething I exit the room with a newfound speed, and Remus closely follows behind my heels.

"Can you just slow down a bit?" He asks, and I instantly stop walking, turning towards him, waiting impatiently to hear what he has to say. "She's right, you know. We have to make this fucking project as perfect as possible. So I think we should call a truce." He slowly proposes as if this will simply fix our problems. I stare at him blankly, and I see his nostrils flaring. "Look. I don't like this either, ok? But I need the grade, and if it were someone else, I would just make the project myself. But since it's you … if we work together we could… We are at the top of every class for a reason. Just…." His voice eventually gives up.

"Fine," I say, "meet me at the library at 7. We have a lot of research to do"

This was how I found myself meeting with my all-time rival every day in the library for two months. The insults never stopped flying from one to the other, but surprisingly, we made a good team, and the project was almost finished. We are now accustomed to each other and our habits. Like Remus… when he read something for a really long time, he would remove his glasses and rub his eyes and his nose, smoothing it out after being scrunched up. Or when we got tired, he would share his chocolates to boost our morals and energies.

Many comments have been floating around the halls."How long until they fuck it out?", "God, he could eat her alive, for what she said to him.","He must be really smitten with her for putting up with her." ... Well, you got the gist of it.

Now, as I was getting ready for bed, a thought occurred. We never looked in the secluded area for any useful information. So, I put on my slippers and headed towards the library once again.

I slowly walk down the hallways, trying to get past Flinch. The great mahogany walls of the library greet me with a loud groan. I grab one of the oil lanterns that rest on the librarian's desk and head towards the restricted section. I find books related to the project and start reading them. Keeping notes under the candlelit room.

I could be reading for hours or mere minutes when I hear footsteps. I quickly blow out the flame and hide in the darkest spot I can find between the bookcases. As the sound of footsteps comes closer my breathing turns faster and more panicky. Good God I am going to get caught? Am I going to get detention? What am I going to do?

That's when I feel a hand close around my mouth. Silencing me. Wait …what? Silencing me? A familiar scent fills my nostrils.

"Stay quiet or else we are going to get caught." He whispers in my ear. His Welsh accent dripped like honey, his voice raspy and almost deathly quiet. Heat pools in my core as a dream resurfaces in my brain. "Stay quiet or else we are going to get caught." He says as he pounds into me while he has my hips in a tight grip, guiding back and forth.

As I snap out of my trance, I push his hand harshly off me. "What the hell are you doing here?", I whisper-yell at him.

"What the hell are you doing here?", he fires back. We stare at each other with our eyes slitted as we both breath heavily.

"How did you even know I was here?", I ask him accusingly, even though I have been caught in the act.

"The marauders map." He answers back easily as if that answer would ring a bell and not cause more questions.

"The what ?"

"I think he is gone."

"Oh really?"

"Why do you like to test me, woman?"

"Possibly because of your super nice personality or better yet because you're a prick."

He just returned the favor with a wolfish grin, notice the irony.

"Why are you smiling?" I snap at him.

"Oh because you are so nicely close to me and you haven't uttered a word about that." Just as the words leave his mouth I feel my cheeks heat. Jesus why am I blushing? At least he can't see it. "And yes I can see you blushing"

How did he…? Is he a mind reader?

"Also I am no mind reader, i just know you that well." His face is dangerously close now. The empty, now, library is ominously quiet and I can almost feel our breaths echo in the room. There is no escape, is there? His mouth is almost atop of mine, his breath fanning my face.

"Gosh why are you like this? Why must you test me until I snap? Why do I love it so much?" He says as his lips crush into mine in a bruising kiss that steals my breath away. He manhandles me so that our chests are pressed together and I am promptly sitting in his lap, feeling a long hard cock press against my clad yet soaking wet pussy. Insults fly out of our mouths in-between every heated kiss.

"Punk"

"Jerk"

"Dickhead"

"Oh you are going to feel that soon."

"Bite me, Lupin."

"If you insist."

We discard our clothes as fast as possible until he grabs hold of my thighs and he slams me on the flat surface of the bookcase.

Right opposite the window, it's so dark outside that our reflections fill my eyesight. His scarred, white freckled back in contrast with my tanned legs, due to all the sun exposure, that are wrapped around his waist and my arms in his shoulders. One of my hands is buried deep in his brown curled hair that is now buried in my neck leaving bites and hickeys as he bites, laps and sucks, leaving permanent marks behind his trail. While the other scratches his back, as my legs draw back and my back arches.

Horrified gasps sound in the room, mixing with my moans and his groans. My eyes open immediately, leaving their half hooded state, searching the room for intruders but not finding anyone until…. Of course, the portraits. Great I am about to get royally fucked by Remus Lupin and not only will I have to live with the memory of it but now the portraits saw what we were doing, I was catastrophically doomed, I laugh at the thought.

And Remus leaves his task and draws slightly back, enough for him to keep impossibly close but still be able to see my face.

"I love your laugh. And I absolutely hate the fact that I am not the one causing it. But that is going to change. Everything is going to change from now on, you bellend." The breath is being knocked out of my lungs. "And now I am going to fuck you. I reckon you are wet enough so as not to hurt." He says as his fingers play with my clit. "I would say you are quite drenched actually. You know I have been thinking of this, dreaming it even. Fucking you hard and deep, until you are nothing more that a brainless brat." Gasps and moans are his only answers.

"Thank God you seem to like that because I don't think I can hold back any more." He seals these words with a kiss as he enters me in one fluid motion until he is balls deep. Our mouths are open now as we try to catch our breaths and I stare at his eyes, trying to find the familiar mischievous dark green that haunted my every thought. His forehead dropped to mine as he started to move inside me at an insane pace. His balls are slapping against my clit as he hits all the right spots.

My back arches and my head falls back as my eyes close. I feel one of his hands slide up my back and rest somewhere between my ribs, commanding me to stay in place as I feel…. No this can't be right. My gaze moves to the window and what I see almost brings me right over the edge right there and then. His head is buried in my chest hiding all the toying he is doing at my breasts, paying extra attention to my nipples. Marking them up too.

"God I wish I could mark up our thighs and pussy too but that will have to wait."

"Remus, you prick, how dare you…" I say in a breathless voice my insult is lost in all the pleasure I am feeling.

"Yes, how dare I make you feel all this pleasure. Huh?" He mouths in my chest as he has his lips wrapped around one of my tits.

"I am close" I whimper

"I know, sweetheart. Let go for me. I've gotcha."

I don't know what actually sent me over the edge. The nickname, the command, reassurance, a mixture of all of them? Well whatever it was it rocked my world. I never thought an orgasm could last that long or be so powerful. It was literally dripping down my thighs to his and then falling to the ground. Embarrassingly so. He had finished too. His face was buried in my chest trying to catch our breaths.

He turns to look at me, smirking. Oh no. I already know what he is going to say. And I won't be able to say no.

"Ready for round two?"

words: 1.741

This is my first ever fic so...my English are not that good ,since they are not my native language

Warnings: minors do not interact, female reader, no use of y/n, smut, CAR SEX, oral sex (f receiving),teasing, thigh thumping, pussy slapping, p in v, WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT ... aftercare <3

The mentioned song:

My favorite song is blaring in Remus' car radio and we sing our hearts out as we return from our movie date. We took a detour on our way home and now we are heading to the Cliff Park and overlook the city as every light shuts down as its inhabitants fall asleep.

We arrive at our destination and he turns off the lights. We look at each other and start giggling like crazy people.

"That had to be the worst movie we ever watched." I say laughingly.

"Really because if i remember correctly you couldn't stop laughing over those horrible jokes." He says as he fixes me with a horrified look. "Remind me why I want to be in a relationship with you?"

"Because you love me and will treasure me until the end of time. And the only reason I was laughing was your horrible jokes. Seriously I have gotten so used to them that now this awkward laughing has become a coping mechanism." I say back at him and smirk triumphantly.

"From all those absurd words that left your mouth only few are true." He answers without stopping and reaches over and draws me closer for a kiss. One long and rough kiss that leaves me breathless when I lean back. "I do love you and I will treasure you until the end of time. And I will worship you, as I have done multiple times already, and will continue doing so." He continues without missing a bit and sounding as normal as ever.

His words knock the breath out of my lungs more effectively than his previous kiss. I rest against my seat, firing a look his way and wiggle my eyebrows as I lower my car seat. He unbuckles his seat belt and grabs me to cover his body with mine. He starts kissing me again and I open my mouth practically demanding him to make out with me. He complies happily and sucks harshly at my bottom lip as if saying I'm in charge here, just before he breaks our kiss.

He places his hands on my hips and starts grinding them against his. A satisfied sigh leaves me as he repositions me on his thigh and he starts bouncing me and marks my neck. My forehead glues to his as I open my mouth in a silent scream and let him guide me to my high. My pleasure though is short lived as I accidentally hit the steering wheel and the horn echoes. We look at each other and we burst out laughing.

He wraps his hands around me and lays me in the backseat. He hooks his fingers in my trousers and throws them somewhere near my feet. He spreads my legs and starts running a finger on top of my panties, teasing me, pulling them even higher, giving me a minimum friction of what is going to follow in a few minutes. After he is done torturing me, he rests on his knees and throws my feet on his shoulders as he lowers his head on my heat and starts sucking my clit on top of my panties along with licking and wetting them even more. I whine and whimper as it starts becoming too much, though he doesn't stop and tightens his grip on my hips and fondles my ass, having only one goal, making me come undone as many times as possible. And he does just that. I scream as I reach my high and he circles my clit in the very clear shape of a heart as I calm down.

"Meanie" I whisper to him. He gloats as he answers "Yeah, but you like it that way. Your body responses betray you my love." I hum agreeing with his retort and make grubby hands at him and pouting my lips. He gets the message and leans down to kiss me sweetly on the lips, but I startle as I feel a hand slapping my sensitive cunt. An involuntary moan slips out of my mouth and I look up at him as he stares at me innocently and rips my panties.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?" Sounds out just before he brings his hand down on my cunt, overstimulating my nerves and filling me with pleasuring pain. One, two, three… ten times and stops as I beg him. "Please what, my dove?" He asks mockingly, just to spite me even though he knows exactly what I am asking for.

I stare daggers at him and thankfully he doesn't give me a hard time. He removes my shirt and my bra along with his clothes and enters me without a single warning or changing our position. He fills me to the hilt and I fill his tip nudging my stomach, watching as it reforms my skin in that area. He draws back a few centimeters and slams back into me, his balls hitting my ass. He rests on his elbows, right above me and continues slamming into me at a brutal pace. My hands try to find something steady to hold onto and and travel towards the window, where I leave a very prominent handprint, in its fogged surface from our rapid breaths.

The only things I can hear is Remus' and mine labored breathing, accompanied with moans and grunts and a lovely melody.

The world was on fire; nobody can save me but you.

My favorite song still plays in the background and as we both reach our peak, we whisper these lyrics, adorned with love and confessing one again our feelings for each other.

My eyes roll back and my mind fogs. A nose nudges mine and I slowly open my eyes and see those beautiful green eyes staring back at me full with devotion. We lay on our sides and stay tangled as we study each other and talk hoarsely after our little adventure.

word count: 1.022

Warnings: the usual, Jealous Remus™️ and Full Moon Remus™️ (aka my favorite type of Remus), I feel like I went crazy with this one, definitely better than pt.2

Also huge shout out to @some-insomniac-writes and especially one fic that I have been reading all day and night. I feel like I might have copied some parts of the story but I also feel like I kind of engraved it to my brain so 🤷 who knows?

Part 1 , Part 2

"Ready for round two?"

Well.. it hasn't been just this one round. There was also the time. I was shoved into broomclosets, fucked like it was our last time and exited said broomclisets looking as if I had dealt with a hurricane which left purple marks adorning my body like a canvas. Or the time we met at the Perfects bathroom at midnight and stayed in the water until I couldn't walk. Or all the times he sneaked into my room putting in good use not only my bed, but my shower, my desk, my mirror, pretty much all my furniture if I am being honest. Or when.... well you got the gist of it.

All this was a fun experience, but still there was a gaping hole in my heart. Sure he said he loved my laugh, the sounds I made, the way I tasted and he did stay with me every single time, taking care of me. But that didn't sooth my aching heart. The way it stung when all the girls not just flirted with him but threw themselves at him. He was mine ... wasn't he?

I dismissed all these thoughts trying to focus on Alfred, my potions partner, a Hufflepuff boy that was struggling with the lesson. He was sitting way too close to me and was trying to have some kind of physical contact with me. But that didn't affect me. He wasn't the one that with a single touch he could drive me crazy. Or just his mere presence, his scent, his body heat... Remus on the other hand, was something.

He was also watching me. His gaze digging holes on the poor boy's head. Soon all this will be over. I will go back to my room, take a nice hot shower. And that was exactly what happened. Until the clock struck 1:23, that was when a thud sounded outside the dorm and a low swearing voice. Remus, he was here.

He entered the dorm easily, picking the lock. Without missing a beat, he walked confidently towards my bed, getting atop of me and kissing me senseless. Discarding my clothes and letting them fly in every possible direction. Kissing and marking up every inch of my skin, paying special attention to my breasts. And then kissing a straight line across my collarbones

"You smell like him. His cologne is all over you." Every single one of his movements is done to precision. His hand startles me as he starts, rubbing my clit with his thumb. "You're mine. Only mine. If that bastard ever comes close to you ..." I didn't know he could be so territorial. So jealous. So ... committed.

He is teasing me now. Playing with my folds, using only one of his fingers, enough to drive me wild and over the brink of insanity, enough to hit all the right spots. Enough to delay the oncoming orgasm and make this as painful as possible.

"Who makes you feel good?"

"You"

"Scream my name, sweetheart. Let the world know who you belong to." He says as a hand comes hard down my pussy. Making a startled yelp leave my lips.

"Remus"

"What is it, love?" Says the taunting son of a bitch. "Say what I want to hear. And you will get the special treatment tonight."

"I'm yours. Only yours. Please."

"Atta girl. Now let the fun begin." With this he stands up and walks back towards the edge of the bed, whilst holding my calves, dragging me too, until only half of my ass is touching the bed. He gets down on his knees and starts kissing my thighs. That was how I found myself like this.

My body was desperately trying to get away from his mouth, a squeal ripping from my lungs as his hands kept a firm hold on my thighs. Keeping my legs spread open for him, giving him easier access to my cunt from what felt like endless hours of orgasm after orgasm. Cum after cum, Remus wetting his lips just so he could delve back in with his tongue and open mouth, lapping up as much of me as possible. He was insatiable, all low moans and growls against me. His eyes scrunched so tight that a crease was forming between his brows. Mumbling every few minutes statements of ‘right there?’ and ‘aw, poor thing.’ when I squealed and kicked in overstimulation, taunting me as usual.

“One more, dovey. One more.” He spoke into the my cunt, what was the biggest lie ever. It was always ‘one more’ with him. One more turned into two, and then after that, I’d likely pass out cold from exhaustion. But it was worth it. He was feral. Mixing Jealous Remus and Full Moon Remus could never have a good result.

“I can’t!” I sobbed out, a sharp gasp falling from my lips as he pushed his face and nose even further against me, something I didn’t believe was even possible, despite all my pathetic attempts to keep him away. His knees dug harshly into the floor to keep him steady. He was almost lifting my hips from the mattress as he ate me out like I was his last meal. Drank me in like he was a man that wandered the desert for days on end.

It was obvious from the start that Remus had a particular liking when it came to eating me out, in fact, he was often rather enthusiastic about it. If anything he begged to go down on me whenever we had sex. He was just so obsessed with how I tasted; better than any Butterbeer or chocolate no matter the price, a finer meal than anything else on earth, according to him. So when I tried to push him away, tried to make a feeble attempt to interrupt him, trying to take away his favourite thing in the world, it was no wonder he was acting like a madman.

Overstimulation wasn’t rare with Remus, in fact, it was pretty common. As he nuzzled his nose against my clit he said "There's no running from this dove you're at my mercy now."

At this point, tears are streaming down my face, and my throat feels so sore. Everything is just too much. But that doesn't make him stop. So when I cross that euphoric blurred line, he is there and he doesn't stop, claiming everything my body offers him. Next thing I know I am face down duried into a pillow and my ass is up in the air. He is already inside of me, his hand placed on my shoulder blades as it moves towards the back of my throat, keeping me immobile. Not that I would have any energy left to do anything.

He sets a relentless pace, driving out one orgasm after the other for both of us. And yet his movements never stop, it seems almost impossible. How could someone do such a thing?

Him, apparently. Because all our previous releases are coating not only my cunt and his cock but they are also ruining the sheets. He is getting sloppy now, his stamina is running thin as he pulls my hair and brings me right to his lap.

That's how tomorrow finds me. The first light of the sun illuminates the room. Finally giving Remus the perfect view. Seeing how he enters me again and again as his hips move upwards with enough force to make my tits bounce painfully, while he uses my hips as leverage moving them up and down bouncing them. My voice is long lost as I cum for the last time and we both collapse to the bed. His cock was still inside me, keeping every last drop of our releases in place.

There is no way I will be walking any time soon.

words: 1.319

Ok, first of all, I would like to apologise for not posting something for almost a month, bit it was exam season so... and I know I let you my fans down *que laughing bcuz it's not true*. Secondly, I would like to say that this is a bit different, it's not smut but I think it is quite funny and represents my character a little bit... also mean!Remus cuz he rules... so enjoy ig!!!

Part 2 , Part 3

I woke up, gasping for air, sweat making my shirt cling to my body like a second skin. I must look downright crazy, with flushed cheeks, hair a wild mess, and rubbing my thighs together without a stop. My mind drifted back to the dream that caused the state of my reaction.

His hands were roaming my body like I was the only thing he had ever wanted. And finally gripping my hips and making them move backwards until they hit his, and he was balls deep inside of me. Again. And again. And again.

The dream itself wasn't the problem. Sure, a sex dream wasn't that bad, and she had several over the years, but what she moaned and who was supposedly giving her all that pleasure was. Remus.

How? How had this happened to her? Not him. Not the one boy she never got along with. Not the one person who drove her up against the wall. Not the one that-

No, it actually made perfect sense. He was the only one who made her feel something. Sure, said "something" was regularly negative feelings. Like irritation, deep-rooted hate. But it certainly was more than anyone has ever made her feel. She looked at her alarm clock. And… great, only fifteen more minutes before it was time to get ready for breakfast. How was she supposed to pull herself together after that? It was going to be a long day.

She dressed in her uniform, only leaving her blue-silver striped tie, loosely knotted around her neck, her top two buttons open, exposing her collarbones. Her trousers, replacing the usual skirt, hugged her waist and hips nicely. Thank God, if there is one, but she had single-handedly managed to convince the professors in the monthly Perfects meeting, that the female population of this school, formal and fancy vocabulary had definitely been a strong part of her remarks, should be allowed to wear trousers whenever they wanted and felt like it.

She walked towards the Ravenclaw table and quickly filled her plate with pancakes doused in chocolate because well… who doesn't love chocolate? Her eyes roamed the blurry Dining Hall. Man, she really should start using her wire-framed glasses, the ones that were an identical pair to his. They had bought them so as to match when they were still friends. Before he ruined everything.

There he was. The beautiful, arrogant blurry bastard. She would recognise his curly hair and mischievous dark green eyes paired with his scarred face glory. Damn him and his annoying good looks. And when the hell did her eyesight get that bad? Maybe it was the sleep deprivation, which was again his fault. She could proudly say, though, that she was still squinting and glaring at the world as she always did. And everything was right. Until…

"My God, you are so tight. And so perfectly marked up. Everyone should know who you belong to, don't you think?" He said as his hand travelled upwards, one of her thighs. Moving easily as all her previous orgasms slid down her legs. All courtesy of his mouth, of course. "I love seeing you like this. I never thought that fucking your brains out until you are senseless would be such an easy way to shut you up."

… she remembered that and choked on her treacherous hot chocolate.

"Well, well, the she-devil just choked on her hot chocolate? Is it because your body detests anything sweet? " his voice called out. That deep, still slightly raspy and sleepy voice that made his Welsh accent stand out more prominently. She hated that voice, she thought, yet her body betrayed her and shivered, as if it was somehow remembering all that fantastic, imaginary, things it supposedly whispered in her skin.

Oohs and aahs echoed in the room, accompanied by chuckles and whispers, praising his "sick burn."

"You know what, Lupin? I always thought you were a pretentious piece of shit, but I never thought you were so self-centered to actually call yourself indirectly sweet. Is it one of those days of the month where you need a little confidence boost?", I called back as I finished eating and stood up from my seat.

A fuming Remus was the last thing I saw as I exited the room. Now, every member of the school faculty was laughing because of my comeback.

Lost in thought I walked towards the Ravenclaw Tower, and then felt an arm grasping my wrist and pining me into the wall, despite driving my elbow into said attacker in his nose, stomach (were those abs? Who was she kidding of course her attacker would have abs) and well … dick. But they didn't react at all as if those blows, who should have winded the air out of someone. Except- right lycanthropy super strength bullshit.

"You think that was funny?" He said in a deathly quiet tone, as if he wanted to murder me on the spot… or fuck me against the wall? Okay, now she was just self projecting.

"I think it was hilarious."

"Sometime you are going to learn to respect me, foxy?"

"Sure, when Hell freezes over."

"You know, you remind me of those foxes and black cats. They consider themselves so smart and mean, yet they are unaware of the danger they will face because of it. "

"And you are the danger? Climb off your high horse Lupin." I whisper in his face. Our lips only mere centimeters apart.

words: 900 (should I continue this?)

Warnings: fem!reader, established relationship

Requested by @swvaxq

12:00. Midnight.

Charlie waits patiently for her in the cave. The Dead Poets cave. If his friends knew what he was doing they were going to kill him. But she was worth it. A ruffle of trees reached his ears that was accompanied by her swearing under her breath. He laughed fondly. God that girl was something else. He laid his coat down and drew the picnic basket closer as she entered the small place.

The smell of her hit him first. Roses and faint jasmine here and there. The sight of her came second. She had slightly curled her hair and had tried to pin them in place so as to not tangle in tree branches, being kept away from her beautiful face allowing him to admire it without a hint of resend. Leaves adorned them as long as her clothes and a large puddle of mud where in her left leg, staining her trousers.

"Rough journey?" He asked jokingly as she approached him.

"Yes," she said proudly matching his wit with her own, slightly raising her chin and answering " I had to cross the dens of Hell, just to see you".

"Well then, you must really love me."

"That I do," she said as she kissed him softly on the lips.

"For what it's worth I love you too."

"True, but you are obsessed too because what logical person on this planet would beg for forty minutes to meet him in the cave just because he missed me? You and possibly a serial killer."

He laughed at her. And drew her closer. Kissing her lips, making her lose her breath then her cheeks, her nose as it scrunched in distaste, hating being kissed there and then her forehead.

They stayed quiet, enjoying the peace and tranquillity they had as she tucked her head under his chin and buried her face in the corner of his neck. When he darted drawing his hands up and down in her sides she started squirming.

Ticklish, he presumed, a nice fact to keep in mind for later, he thought.

"Are you hungry, my dear?"

"Starving, should we go out and haunt deer or rabbits? But be aware I could eat one me you should multiply everything you thought we should catch with two." She said not missing a bit.

He opened his picnic basket which was filled to the brim with all kinds of food. And asked her.

"This seems enough?"

She threw a questioning glance there, calculating and mumbling "Should be enough"

She grabbed one of the sandwiches that were filled with cucumber and some kind of cream cheese that she loved, and practically inhaled it.

She wasn't kidding when she said she was starving, he thought.

When they were done with the sandwiches and they downed over two glasses of water and then found the small taper that contained crème brûlée. Her favourite dessert in the world. He really knew her better than the back of his hand. And he had missed her. Hellton had arranged them so many term exams the last two weeks and he couldn't care less about them or his grades but his friends were adamant about trying and so he did just that. But now he was here, with her and that seemed to be the only thing that mattered at the moment.

The look of happiness on her face was the only thing that somewhat brightened his heels days and weeks. He knew they didn't have enough time and he would have to return soon back to his dorm. Just five more minutes, he kept saying to himself over and over, like a little child that did not want to separate from his friends yet.

Drabble No.1 F1 driver as your bf

OK but imagine you are dating a f1 driver, whichever you want, and they come home in a really bad mood because it was a shitty race and usually this results in two outcomes :

-> Comfort: Just a big grumpy baby that wants cuddles and kisses. Enjoying the peace and quiet in each other's arms as soothing words and sweet nothings are whispered. Nice hot shower (maybe?) to relieve all the emotional pressure and a nice dinner in bed while watching a movie <3

-> Fucking your brains out : Picture this ...

Him walking fast towards the apartment/house/whatever and letting the door slam shut. Him stalking towards you still in the racing suit, being sweaty and all. Easily picking you up and placing you in kitchen counter. Removing swiftly all your clothes and unzipping the suit letting it fall snuggly at his hips.

From then on being at his mercy. Because he has to let out all the frustration and what better way to do so than teasing his girl to the brink of insanity.

Or a more possible scenario .... Making you suck him off. Knowing that it will boost the much lowered self esteem. So you drop on your knees in front of him as he places a hand to you head, following our body. Teasing him in return. Starting by kissing the tip and licking him from the base to the tip. Slowly fitting him in your mouth and placing your hands underneath the low hanging racing suit, grabbing his ass and burying your nails there, leaving ten moonshaped marks. Moving your head even further, taking more of him in your mouth every single time. Until your nose is grazing his groin. And then letting his cock with a satisfying pop and switching to his balls. Sucking them as moans and groans leave him because he was so impossibly close and now you are purely torturing him in the best possible way.

But then when he has enough, the hand that was simply resting on your head, will grab a handful of your hair. Guiding you back to his cock, past your open lips. And setting a new pace by moving your face back and forth in a speed you could never move while fitting his cock in your mouth. His hips jerking and his ass clenching, trying to prolong the on coming orgasm but to no avail. And then he comes in your mouth, admiring your tear-stained face, as drool falls to your chin and your eyes are shining with lust, love and admiration. Officially losing himself to you.