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Tummy Strokes - Max Verstappen

Y/N x Max Verstappen Theme: Smutish (light touching) the title says it all x word count: 1130+ taglist: @game-set-canet I love this picture so much, my handsome dutchy x open for requests :)

The hum of activity in the Red Bull Racing garage is almost soothing in its routine chaos. Mechanics buzz around you, fine-tuning every aspect of the car that will soon roar on the Monaco circuit. Despite the frenzy, this corner feels like your private oasis, hidden from the world.

Max stands in front of you, resplendent in his racing suit, every inch the epitome of a Formula 1 driver. With his suit slightly unzipped at the top, a tantalizing glimpse of the white fireproofs underneath is revealed.

Max looks every bit the champion in his snug racing suit. The fabric hugs his athletic frame, accentuating his physique with flawless precision. Every contour of his body is highlighted, from the broadness of his shoulders to the lean muscles of his arms and legs. As he moves, the suit moves with him, a second skin that seems tailor-made to showcase his strength and agility.

His confidence radiates from him, his stature commanding attention even in the bustling atmosphere of the Monaco Grand Prix. With his cap perched just on his head, he exudes a casual charm that belies the fierce competitor within.

But it is the way he carries himself with quiet determination and unwavering focus that truly makes him stand out.

You can't help but smile at how effortlessly handsome he looks, even amid the pre-race madness.

"You look amazing." You say, your voice barely above a whisper but filled with admiration.

Max blushed slightly, the faintest hint of pink coloring his cheeks. It is a rare sight, and it makes your heart swell. 

You reach out, your hand finding his stomach, and begin to stroke him gently. The fabric of the suit is smooth under your fingers, and you feel the tension in his muscles ease as you touch him. 

The small act of intimacy is something he cherishes, and you love being able to provide him with a moment of calm.

Max's gaze softens with a mixture of affection and vulnerability. It is a simple gesture, but it speaks volumes about the trust and comfort you find in each other's presence. At the same time, his tummy tenses slightly under your touch, a reaction that sends a thrill of warmth through you.

His blue eyes meet yours, a soft smile curving his lips. "That shirt suits you well," he says, his voice warm and genuine.

You glance down at the Red Bull shirt you are wearing, a mirror image of his usual style, paired with skinny jeans. 

"Thanks; it's my favorite," you reply, looking back up to see him watching you with an expression that is both tender and filled with a kind of unspoken pride.

You continue stroking his chest, and Max lets out a low growl, a sound that sends a thrill through me. His expression softens even more, his eyes closing briefly as he savors the delicate strokes. 

"That feels good." He hums, leaning into your touch, sighing contentedly as the firmness of his body relaxes beneath your hand. 

Max's hands at your waist pull you closer to him, and you steady yourself against his firm chest, feeling the warmth of his body radiating through the fabric of his racing suit. With a gentle touch, you slip one of your hands inside his suit, feeling the smooth texture of the fireproofs against your skin as you stroke his chest.

As your fingers trace along Max's taut muscles beneath his thin firerpoofs, eliciting a low growl from his throat, you can't help but feel a rush of excitement coursing through you.

Felling his hands along your waistline, exploring with a gentle yet possessive touch, only fuels the fire between you, but then a mechanic approaches you, breaking the spell.

"Max, time to gear up." He says, his tone respectful yet firm.

As the announcement for the third free practice echoes through the garage, Max straightens up, the professional racer taking over. 

"Duty calls," he murmurs, licking his lips in anticipation of the adrenaline-filled session.

With a smile, you take hold of the zipper on Max's racing suit, slowly pulling it up as he enjoys the sensation. His eyes close briefly, savoring the feeling of the sleek fabric sliding smoothly against his skin.

Once the suit is fully zipped up, you continue to stroke his chest a few more times, relishing the firmness of his muscles beneath the fabric.

Max's contented expression only spurs you on, and you indulge in a few more gentle strokes before playfully snatching his cap and placing it on your own head.

"Hey!" he protests, his eyes lighting up with amusement.

You give him a cheeky grin. "It suits me, don't you think?" Tilting your head teasingly, you shrug. "And you don't need it just now, do you?"

Max chuckles, shaking his head. "Alright, you can borrow it, but only because it looks so good on you." A final grin plays on his lips, and Max concedes defeat, allowing you to keep the cap for the time being.

He runs a hand through his hair, the gesture adding a touch of casual charm to his already magnetic presence. His tousled locks seem to dance beneath his fingertips.

With a final, lingering look, Max turns to join his team. You watch as he gears up, slipping on his gloves and helmet with practiced ease. The snug fit of his suit flatters every curve and contour of his body, accentuating the firm muscles and the tension building inside him as he prepares for the session.

After donning his helmet, Max takes a moment to make sure everything is in place. With a swift motion, he adjusts the straps and secures the helmet snugly against his head. 

Once satisfied with the fit, he runs his gloved hand over his chest, feeling the smooth fabric of his racing suit. It is a ritual, a final check to ensure everything is as it should be before hitting the track.

His touch is confident, familiar with the contours of his own body. He traces the lines of his muscles, feeling the tension beneath the fabric. A moment of silent concentration, a moment where the outside world fades away, and there is only him and the session ahead.

As he strokes his chest, a sense of determination washes over him. He is ready. Ready to push himself to the limit, ready to chase victory with every ounce of his being. With one last deep breath, he glances at you, a silent acknowledgement of the support you share.

Then, with a nod to his mechanics, he steps into the cockpit, his focus shifting entirely to the task at hand. The enhine roars to life, a symphony of power and precision. 

You watch him go, your heart swelling with pride and admiration for the incredible athlete he is.

Pink and Blue - Lewis Hamilton x reader

Lewis Hamilton x female!reader 

Requested? Yes/No: Anon: Hey…Can I request where both Lewis and the reader have baby fever and it gets a little (or maybe a lot)smutty ❤️‍🔥

Warnings: Smut, fluff, pregnancy, swearing, wrap it before you tap it girlies… 

Word Count: 4.2K

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Lewis couldn’t keep his eyes off you as you interacted with his niece and nephew. Sure you’d met them all before, but things just felt different this time. They’d come to support him at Silverstone and so had your nephew who only happened to be a few months old. You were currently holding your nephew whilst Lewis’s own nephew and niece looked on, smiling at the small boy in your arms.

Ever since he was born your brother spent more time with the two of you, wanting to give his partner a break after the birth which changed something in Lewis. He always knew he wanted children, especially with you but he wanted to wait until he’d finished racing so he could always be there throughout the entire pregnancy and birth but now he didn’t want to wait. 

He wanted one now. 

Lewis came up behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he looked down at your nephew, a smile playing on his lips as you looked back up at him. If anyone looked on to the two of you they would have thought your nephew was your own child. “He’s getting so big,” Lewis spoke. 

“He’ll be walking soon -” 

“When will he start to talk?” His niece asked. 

“When he’s a bit older,” Lewis replied as he moved to take her in his arms. She wrapped her arms around him, looking down at the small boy in your arms. 

“Will he come to all the races?” 

“No.” You smiled at the blonde girl. “He’s too small for that,” You looked down at Lewis’s nephew as you finished. “Just like the three of you.” 

“I’m big enough!” His nephew protested. 

“Not yet you aren’t.” He smiled just as their mother called them back over. 

Lewis was set to start the race in a few minutes so you and the rest of his family were heading towards the garage to watch him. When he raced in England everyone who could come to see him did. Even your family would come and watch his races, especially your brother and his wife and now your nephew joined them both. 

“You’re so good with them,” Lewis spoke as he placed a kiss on your cheek, wrapping his arms around your waist again. 

“So are you.” 

“Hmm…” He hummed against your skin. 

“You’ve been clingy recently.” Arching your brows you looked back at him. “Ever since he was born -”

“I’ve been thinking…” 

“Don’t do that it’ll hurt your head.” Smirking you turned around to face him, a small laugh escaping your lips at his reaction to your words. 

“And to think I was being nice to you.” He returned the small laughter. “But I was thinking about something.” 

“And what was that?” 

“I -”

“Lewis!” George was currently jogging over to his teammate, waving at the two of you as he grew closer. “Toto wants us un there now, we haven’t got long and he just needs to go over a few things with you.” 

Lewis huffed at the words of his teammate. He’d been plucking up the courage to ask you about having a child for a while now. He just needed the time to be right, the last thing he wanted to do was to scare you with talk of children, especially as the two of you never really talked about it in detail. Just then seemed like the perfect time but George clearly had other ideas.

“I’ll talk to you after.” Leaning up you and Lewis shared a short yet sweet kiss, the two of you wanting nothing more than to share a longer moment with one another but he needed to go and you needed to get Elijah back to his Dad. “Good luck and be safe.” You stressed that last word, with his entire family and the country watching you didn’t need him getting hurt. 

“I’m always safe for you.” He winked. “I promise I’ll come back to you.” 

Those were the words he’d always say as he left to get in the car and every single time he was right, he did in fact come back to you. When the two of you started to date it was the first thing you asked of him. This sport was a dangerous one and there were plenty of drivers that got into those cars and never made it out, knowing that could happen to Lewis made you sometimes wish he never got into this sport but thankfully he was smart on the track, unlike other drivers. 

“Sorry did I interrupt something?” George asked as Lewis spared one last glance back at you and Elijah. 

“No, don’t worry about it, man.” Lewis gave George a small smile but George knew something was wrong. 

“You sure? You don’t seem it… the pair of you aren’t breaking up are you?” 

Lewis snapped his head over at him, his brows furrowed at his words. “Absolutely not, far from it…” 

“Are you going to ask her to marry you?” George’s eyes widened. 

“The ring is in my bag but I was going to tell her something else…” 

He searched his head but George couldn’t work out what Lewis was trying to say. “Well what were you going to ask her?” 

Lewis gave him an uncertain look, debating whether or not to tell him what was really on his mind. George was the type of person that would constantly persist when asking questions, especially when it came to Lewis. He’d looked up to him since he was a child and now he drove for the same team as him. He and Lewis were friends and George knew you well too so if Lewis were to talk to anyone on the grid about what he thought it would be him. 

Lewis looked over at George, holding his gaze as he spoke. “I wanted to ask her if she wanted a baby with me. We’ve been together for a while now and she’s -”

“Is it a boy or a girl?” George suddenly blurted out as they reached the cars. 

“She’s not pregnant.” Lewis looked over at him, a smirk on his lips. “Yet…” He took a deep breath. “I want to tell her but she might not want a child right now. We’ve touched on the subject but never really spoken about it that much.” 

“Maybe now is the time to ask then, you said it yourself you have a ring in your bag. You clearly want her in your life forever -”

“Of course I do George, why wouldn’t I?” He and George shared another glance. “Do you think I should ask her to marry me first?” 

“Since when have you ever asked me for relationship advice?” George smirked. 

“There’s a first time for everything,” Lewis replied. 

“You know what I think you should do?” He grabbed his helmet. “Just talk to her. If you don’t want to be direct then just slip it into the conversation.” He shrugged.

“I planned on being direct and then someone decided to pull us apart.” Lewis followed his teammate's actions, grabbing his own helmet as the two of them headed towards Toto. 

Sending Lewis an apologetic look he and his teammate made their way to the rest of the team for the meeting before getting in the cars before the race started. Meanwhile, you had said goodbye to your family, who were sitting in the stands for the race whilst you stayed in the garage alongside Lewis’s Dad. Lewis was getting into his car when his niece waved and blew him a kiss as they headed to their seats. Lewis returned the gestures to the girl before he turned back to face you, sending you one last kiss before driving out to the track. 

You couldn’t lie to yourself that you hadn’t been thinking of him as a Dad recently. Lewis always made the world around him light up, he just seemed to have that effect on anyone he met so it’s no wonder that he was so good when it came to kids. Even other drivers' children on the grid would always run up to him with open arms and act like they’d known him all their lives. You couldn’t help but wanted that for yourself. 

You had to push that into the back of your mind for now as the race started. He’d been having a rough time on the track and needed all the support he could get, especially in front of his home crowd. The British fans always had his back and that was no different for today. Whatever talk Toto had given Lewis before getting into the car had clearly worked. At one point Lewis was running in P1 but it wasn’t meant to be. He eventually finished in P3, just behind Checo with Carlos winning his first-ever race in Formula 1. 

Throwing your headphones down you ran alongside the mechanics who were making their way over to the cars. Lewis got out, the biggest smile on his face as he threw himself at the mechanics. They cheered his name as he took his helmet off and met your eyes. You were convinced his smile could light up even the darkest of rooms. His hands cupped your cheeks, pulling your face into his. His lips connected with yours and just like that time stopped. Your hands went to his chest, tugging slightly on his race suit as he nipped down on your bottom lip, not wanting to get too carried away in front of the whole world he eventually had to pull away. 

“I’m so proud of you.” You muttered against his lips. 

“Thank you, my love.” He pecked your lips one last time before he headed off to the podiums. Your family and his made their way over to you, their faces mirroring your smile as he looked down at you. His niece held her arms out at you, wanting you to take her into your arms. She clung to your body as you lifted her off the ground to face Lewis. Lewis’s heart swelled with pride seeing the two of you, the thought if having children growing even more. 

As it was Silverstone Lewis had put together a meal for everyone so whilst he finished his interviews you were getting ready in your hotel room. You’d opt for a black dress which hung onto your body like a glove. You were touching up the last of your make-up when the door to your room clicked and a familiar figure walked into the room. Lewis smirked as he watched you never break focus from your make-up, even when he snuck his hands around your waist and pulled you into his hips. 

“You look beautiful…” His lips hovered their way across your neck as he spoke. His hand left your waist and slowly slipped the strap of your dress down your shoulder so he could start to place light kisses on your skin. The sensation made you jump slightly, causing you to lose focus of your makeup, making Lewis smirk. “So…” He kissed your shoulder, growing closer to your face with every word. “Beautiful…” Gripping your hips Lewis spun you around to face him, pushing you against the small table where your mirror sat. 

“We don’t have time…” You pouted, your hands cupping his face. 

“I want one.” Lewis suddenly blurted out, his confidence soaring after his race. His eyes scanned yours as he awaited your reply, hoping for an answer before you spoke. 

“Want what?” 

“I want a baby with you.” Lewis placed a small peck on your lips. “I know we haven’t spoken about it a lot but I’ve seen how you are with your Elijah, you’re so good with him and my niece and nephew. You’d be perfect as a Mum.” 

“You think so?” His hips pushed harder against yours as you replied. 

“I know you would be.” His hand grazed over your stomach, his eyes flickering down to imagine the bump. 

“You know if we had kids they’d have the best Dad.” You mirrored his previous actions and placed a kiss on his lips. “All the kids in the playground would be jealous when they find out their friend's Dad is Lewis Hamilton.” You smiled, imagining raising your child with Lewis. Your child would grow up alongside Formula 1 and deep down you knew there was also a  chance that child would have the bravery and heart of their father and follow in his footsteps, seeing Lewis teach them everything he knew was something you’d imagined for a while.

“Give yourself some credit.” He picked you up and sat you on the table, parting your legs and slowly moving the fabric of your dress to the top of your thighs. “I couldn’t have done it without you.” He dropped to his knees, his eyes meeting yours. “And they’ll know that.” He placed a kiss on your underwear, slowly letting one hand fall from your dress and tug at the lace material. 

“Lewis…” Your words were low as he slowly pulled the underwear down your thighs. His lips teased your skin, kissing and ghosting every inch of your thigh, fanning over where you needed him the most but you knew he wanted to hear you beg for him. 

“Use your words sweetheart… what do you want?” He teased. 

“You…”

“Be more specific.” 

“I want your mouth…” Your hands found their way to his braids, tugging on them slightly in the hopes he’d get the hint. Lewis planted a kiss on your clit, humming at the way you pushed your hips up into him, wanting more. “Please, Sir…” 

Lewis groaned at your words as he pushed your legs further apart before letting his tongue flick over your clit. Humming again he attached his lips around your clit, sucking whilst one hand held your hips down whilst the other started to tease your entrance. He started off slow, wanting to savour every single second of the moment. Lewis loved the way you reacted to his touch, he could feel every jump and hear every gasp that left your lips as his tongue worked its magic. 

He let his hands squeeze your thigh, making you jump further into his mouth as Lewis let his tongue explore your body. Throwing your head back you moaned at his actions just as one of his fingers slowly entered you. The cool sensation of his rings against your warm skin only added to your pleasure. 

“So wet already…” Lewis moaned against your skin. “And I’ve barely even touched you…” He started to speed up his actions, tugging and moaning against your clit which only made your buck your hips harder into his face. 

“Lewis please…” The grip you had on his braids tightened as you felt your orgasam approach. 

“Please what?” Lewis taunted you with his words, adding another finger and increasing his speed. “I want to hear you say it…” 

“Lewis…”

“Don’t act shy now baby, I’ve heard you beg before… say it…”

“Please, Sir…” Your hips bucked into his mouth as you felt that familiar feeling in your stomach. “Please Lewis let me cum, please…” 

“How badly do you want it?” He moaned as he felt how wet you continued to grow. 

“So badly, please Lewis I want to cum -” 

“You cum when I say…” He added another finger as his mouth went back to the clit, sucking on the bud which only brought you closer to your high. 

“Please -”

“How good does it feel?” 

“So good Lewis, please -” 

He cut you off with his words. “You can cum now, I want you to cum all over my tongue.” As he finished he latched onto your clit again, adding more pleasure as your high finally washed over you. Lewis moaned as he felt you finish on his tongue, his hands now wrapped around your thighs, pulling you closer to him so you couldn’t squirm away as you came. “You taste like heaven, my love.” He kissed your clit one last time as he rose back to his feet. 

Whilst he held eye contact he slipped his white t-shirt off, standing before you with a smirk. Raising your hands you traced his tattoos until you reached the waistband of his trousers. A playful smile sat on your lips as you let your hands wander, watching his every expression. Lewis grew tired of your light teasing as he grabbed the hem of your dress and pulled it above your head, throwing it across your hotel room. 

His hands grabbed your boobs, pulling on your nipples as he ground his hips into yours. You gasped at his actions, your nails gently marking his skin as you raked them down his chest. His lips attached to yours before tugging on your bottom lip, the action making you moan which just allowed Lewis to slip his tongue into your mouth. One hand left your boob and made its way to your jaw, pulling you close to him. Lewis would never tire of this feeling, it was like a drug to him. 

He pulled away from your lips reluctantly before he spoke. “I want you…” He took a deep breath before meeting your gaze. “I want a baby y/n… I want one with you… now…” 

Lewis didn’t know but you’d wanted him to speak those words to you for a long time. You couldn’t imagine being with anyone else let alone starting a family with anyone else but him. 

“Well, I guess we won’t be needed these.” You held up a condom, the sight made Lewis break into a low laugh as he took it from you and threw it towards the bin in the corner of the room. 

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that.” Lewis quickly undone his trousers and kicked them off to the floor along with boxers before he lined himself up with your entrance. “You sure you want this?” He asked, his eyes scanning yours for any hint of hesitance. 

“Yes… I do.” You placed a light kiss on his lips. “More than anything.” That was all the Mercedes driver needed. Lewis slowly entered you, moaning at the way you felt around him. 

His head fell on your shoulder as he pushed himself inside of you. Lewis stayed still for a second, allowing you to adjust to his size. Despite you and Lewis having been together for a few years you still always needed just a second. When you were ready you planted another kiss on his lips, a silent way of telling him you were ready. Lewis moved his head from the crook of your neck to look at you as he pulled out and thrust back inside of you. He always loved the way your eyes widened at the feel of him. 

Lewis started at a steady pace, slowly bringing your hips closer to his as he fucked you on the table. “You feel so good around me…” He moaned as his hands pulled your legs to wrap around his waist, allowing him to fuck you deeper. 

“God…” 

“God can’t help you now sweetheart.” He slowly picked up the pace as he spoke. 

“I wouldn’t want him to.” As you finished your words he suddenly picked you up with him still inside of you and carried you to the bed. Normally Lewis would throw you down and turn you over so he could fuck you from behind but this time things were different. This time the two of you weren’t fucking for fun but to start a family with one another. He set you down on the bed before he started moving again. One hand dipped to your clit, slowly circling it knowing he’d bring you to another high very quickly. 

His head fell to your chest, taking your right nipple into his mouth, tugging on the bud with every thrust. Your hands went to his back and struggling to find a grip you dragged your nails along his skin. Lewis twitched slightly at your actions, a low moan escaping his lips as he suddenly started to fuck you harder. He moved his mouth from your nipple to your neck, suppressing his moans he latched onto your skin which only made you dig your nails deeper into him. “Fuck…” You heard him groan as he sped up even more. His mouth soon left your neck, a smirk on his lips as he admired the new mark that would let the world know who you belonged to. 

Lewis moved his hands to your hips, thrusting yourself onto his cock. You knew he was close so you wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him closer to you whilst your hands now found his braids once again, tugging as your lips met but you struggled to keep up with his kisses as his cock hit you in places you never knew it could reach. “You’re so cute trying to compose yourself… when we both know all you want to do is scream my name.” 

“Lewis please…”

“Please what?” A wicked smile found its way to his lips as he started to play with your clit again. “Oh come on sweetheart you didn’t think I would let you cum again without begging for me, did you?” 

“Who says I’ll cum first?” You tried to sound confident but the sudden grip on your left thigh which was now being thrown over his shoulder told him another story. “Fuck Lewis!”

“Louder…” His gaze was stern on you as fucked you at the new angle. “And you will cum, just not yet. I want you to cum when I do… understand?”

Your eyes fluttered open as you spoke. “Yes -”

“Yes what?” He suddenly stopped thrusting but his fingers still worked on your clit, making you squirm. Lewis held your hips down with his free hand so you couldn’t move, his eyes still boring into yours as he spoke again. “I can’t hear you y/n…”

“Yes Sir -”

“Yes Sir what?”

“I won’t cum until you do Sir.” 

“Such a good girl.” He pecked your lips before he started to thrust inside of you again. Both of your moans filled the hotel room, not caring how loud the two of you were being as you inched closer to your high. Lewis had begun to slow his pace down ever so slightly, a small sign that you knew he was close. He set your leg down but made sure you kept your legs wrapped around his waist as he added more pressure on your clit.

“Lewis… I’m so close…”

“I know…” He moaned slightly. “So am I… cum when I tell you…”

“Yes Sir.” He always smiled at the use of the petname. 

“Good girl…” Your hands clung onto his back as he spoke again. “I want you to cum, now… I want you to cum all over my cock, you gonna do that for me?” 

“Fuck yes… Lewis…” You bit his shoulder to cover up your moans as he took one final thrust before he came inside of you. The feeling triggered your high, you came around him which only made him spill more inside of you. He fell onto your chest, not wanting to pull out. 

The pair of you lay there together, the only thing filling the air was your light breathless moans. Your nails traced his back tattoos as you kissed his forehead. “You’re amazing…” Lewis moaned into your shoulder, making you laugh as he slowly sat up. Still inside he planted a kiss on your lips as he moved your hair out of your face. He took in your features, grinning like the Cheshire cat. “You always look so beautiful after sex.” 

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” Your hand cupped his jaw. 

“Glad you noticed.” He winked before he slowly pulled out. He fell beside you on the bed, his hand now falling to your stomach. 

“You know I won’t be pregant yet.” You arched your brow at him. 

“Oh I know but I can still imagine when you will be.” His eyes met yours. “And I can’t wait.” 

“Neither can I.” You shared another kiss when his phone suddenly rang. Jumping apart he looked down at the bedside table to see his brother calling him. 

“Shit… what's the time?” He looked over at you with a panicked look. 

“Umm…” You glanced over to your phone. “Seven twenty-six… why?” 

“We’re twenty-six minutes late to that dinner…” His expression suddenly changed to a sly one. “Was worth it though.”

“Yeah?” You quickly got up to grab your clothes. “Try explaining that to not only your parents but mine.” Lewis smiled at your reaction before he sent you a wink. 

“They’ll work it out in nine months.” 

Rivals with Benefits - Mick Schumacher x reader - Part 2

Read Part One here

Mick Schumacher x female!reader

Summary: Mick and you were both set to drive for Ferarri. You were two best friends climbing through the ranks together (and through the sheets) but things turn sour. You join Red Bull and Mick is never the same. 

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, thigh riding, some overstimulation, Mick being cocky, fluff, swearing

Word Count: 5.3K

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Once more wouldn’t hurt, would it?

Every bone in your body told you to push him away but the slightest touch got you high, the addiction to his body came rushing back and you wanted nothing more than to scream his name whilst he ruined every inch of you. But this season was different, you needed to win this championship and falling into the hands of Mick wouldn’t aid you in any way.

“I’m not doing this.” You tried to shuffle way to the side but his hand pressed against the lift door, trapping you between the door and his body. 

“No one needs to know…”

“You think Max won’t find out?” Arching your brows, you attempted to puff your chest out in front of him, trying to assert some dominance between you, but that only made his ego grow. 

“Only because you’ll tell him.”

“He guessed last time -”

“And you think I’m going to lose sleep over Verstappen?”

“He’s a better driver than you -”

“Not until I win this year, then we’ll be even.”

“You aren’t winning this year Schumacher.”

“You want to bet on it?” A smirk danced on his lips as he straightened himself up, towering over you, his eyes raking over your body before speaking. “Every race you win, I’ll leave you alone but every race I win…” His head dipped down so his lips could meet your ear. “You’ll be in my room screaming my name…”

“And why would I agree to that?” 

“Because if Miss Redbull is so sure she’s going to win this season then you’ll surely win more races than I will, won’t you?”

He had a point… to an extent, if you were going to win this season then you would need to win most races in order to get the most points but falling back into his arms would start something the two of you knew would be hard to finish. 

Mick broke your thoughts as he spoke again. “But then again if you aren’t confident enough and you really are as slow as last season then I guess you’ll say -”

“You’ve got a deal, Schumacher.” You cut him off rather abruptly, getting fed up with his attitude. 

Was it a stupid idea? Yes. But would it get him to leave you alone? Yes. Although you knew it would take a lot for Mick to forget about your little deal you were adamant you could avoid him like the plague just to avoid his end of the deal. 

“Yeah?” He cocked his head to the side, his smirk growing with pride at your words. “You think you can handle that?”

“I drive a car around a track at speeds that could kill anyone in an instant, there’s not much I can’t handle.” Shoving Mick’s body away from you which he allowed. “And considering I won today that means you need to leave me alone.” 

Mick held his hands up in surrender as he moved back further to allow you out of the lift. “You win y/l/n… just wait until Saudi Arabia.” 

“We’ll see Schumacher.” Your gaze was fixated on him as you backed away from the lift and headed down the corridor to your room, your mind filled with the interaction with Mick. 

Max would kill you if he found out. 

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Mick was wrong about Saudi Arabia, he ended up getting caught up with Lando Norris and never finished the race, meanwhile, you and Max both finished on pole, you in P1 and himself in P2. It may only be the second race into the season but you and your Red Bull family always celebrated as if it was the last. Part of you happened to celebrate that little bit more knowing you wouldn’t be moaning Mick’s name that night but things didn’t stay plain sailing. 

You and the other drivers were in Australia, the Grand Prix taking place in a mere few minutes. Horner was giving you and Max a final small ted talk for the race ahead. After Mick’s dnf and yours and Max’s pole it set the pair of you off to a good start to the season, unlike a few seasons ago where you and Max failed to get on pole until a few races in. 

Whilst Christian spoke you felt eyes burning on your skin and as much as you tried to ignore the feeling of someone watching you couldn’t help but notice a bright red race suit looming just outside the garage. A quick glance over Christians' shoulder confirmed your thoughts, Mick was staring straight at you with the same expression he held during that night in the lift. When he felt you watching him for long enough he raised his hand and gave you a light wave. The fucked knew what he was doing. It was simple but effective, he wanted to get in your head, and distract you from winning with thoughts of himself.

“Ignore him.” Max had clearly caught on to your lingering eyes before anyone else could. 

“I’m trying.” Through gritted teeth, you spoke back. 

“Try harder.” Tough love was Max’s solution but it always proved worthy. “Don’t throw away your chance of a championship for a moment with Daddy's money.”

“Did you forget you also got here from Daddy's money?”

Max looked down at you, a smirk on his lips as he whispered back. “Bit different, my dad was shit at racing, his dad wasn’t… besides he was still richer than my dad.” 

“You two understand that?” Christian caught your attention, his eyes shifting between the two of you as he awaited a response. 

“Yes.” You both spoke in unison, sparing a glance at one another before shifting away to get into your cars. 

Despite Max’s words, your mind was swarmed with the thought of Mick. Even though you regretted the deal you’d agreed to you couldn’t help but remember those times you’d spent with Mick and how good it felt, the pair of you acted like a couple rather than two people who just slept together. Mick introduced you to his family, you spent time riding around his ranch with his sister and Mick even opened up to you about his dad to you. but happiness could never last. The day Mick broke everything off it left you heartbroken. But you weren’t the only one who felt like that. 

You were starting on pole, P2 to be exact. Mick was in front of you and Max was behind you. A good start was all that you needed, with that you’d be able to cut Mick off and with Red Bull’s tactics it would mean you would be able to keep a good distance between you both but Mick had other plans. After the deal was sealed he wanted nothing more than to win and watch the realisation on your face when you knew you’d be spending the night screaming his name like you used to. Even if he had to play dirty to get it, he would because he knew with his last name he could get away with it. 

The formation lap was completed and the familiar red car belonging to Mick was just inches before you. “And it’s lights out and away we go!” The lights changed and everyone set off. The perfect start you needed was the one you got. Before the first corner, the two of you were fighting for the spot of P1 and neither of you wanted to back down first. 

The first few laps were clean but it wasn’t going to stay that way. On the fifteenth lap; Mick edged forward slightly on the second turning but quickly turned on you ever so lightly, clipping your car just enough to send you off the track and into the wall. It wasn’t a heavy crash but it was enough to end your hopes of winning the Australian Grand Prix. 

“Fucks sake!” You screamed down the radio, slamming your hands on the wheel. 

“Are you okay?” The concerned voice of your engineer filled your ears. 

“I’m fine but the car isn’t.” He couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at your words before he continued the conversation. 

“We’re all glad you’re okay. The track is safe for you to leave the car-”

“What about Schumacher?” You spat. “The prick pushed me off the track on purpose!”

“Christian is filing a report now-” 

“How close is Max to him?”

“Few seconds behind-”

“Make sure he laps the twat.” You clambered out of the car, throwing your gloves down with a huff. You hated the idea of going back to the garages and having to talk to the media about what had happened. One thing Max taught you when you first joined was to be careful with the media. He’d landed himself in a fair few troubles in the past with the press and that’s something he never wanted you to fall into. 

After a quick examination at the media tent, you headed back to the Red Bull garage to watch the rest of the race. Max had finished in P2 and much to your disgust, Mick had finished in P1. Knowing what was to come you didn’t dare watch him celebrate on the podium, at that point you’d rather be hounded by the media. 

“Marina? I’m going for interviews.” You called to Red Bull’s head of media. She was always there to make sure you and Max didn’t let anything stupid slip or in Max’s case, not punch the reporter. 

“You really want to head off there now?” She asked, grabbing her kit as you watched. “We can always avoid them for a few more hours.” 

“I’d rather get this done with so I can just eat my weight away in hotel food.” You replied. “Besides I’d rather not see Mick in the media pen.” 

“Understandable.” She pulled you into a side hug and she gave you a warm smile before leaving the garages. 

Meanwhile, Mick was basking in the glory of winning his first race of the season, not to mention he would receive his end of the deal. As the German national anthem took over his hearing he couldn’t help but scan the crowd below him in an attempt to find you but to now avail he couldn’t see you. He wasn’t sure why but his heart sank slightly at the lack of your presence at the podium but he had no time to mourn with the sudden cold sensation of champagne hitting his skin. 

“y/n firstly we hope you’re okay after that minor crash.” The interviewer for Sky spoke. 

“Thank you, I can assure you I’ve been checked over and I’m fine.”

“That’s all that we can hope for in this sport. Can you talk us through what happened?” 

You had to word things wisely but your anger for Mick was bubbling inside you. “He didn’t leave the space needed, he cut me off and I went into the wall. I think he should’ve received a penalty for what he did. I was lucky the two of us weren’t going at a faster speed which could have left me in a dire state but it’s amazing what you can get away with when you have a last name like his.” 

“Do you think you were treated unfairly by the FIA?”

“I guess we’ll see by the next race, there’s always time for a penalty.” 

“You’re still leading the driver's Championship, is that weighing on your mind?”

“It’s easy to jump the boat when things start to go well but you have to stay humble and not allow yourself to get too cocky.” 

“That’s a very strong mindset.” 

“You learn a lot when you drive alongside a World Champion.” You flashed a smile. 

“Thank you very much y/n, we’re glad you’re okay.” 

“Thank you.” Giving her one last nod you backed away, turning to face Marina. “How was that?”

“I would have avoided blaming the FIA for everything or calling Mick out but other than that it went better than expected.” Her smile matched yours. “You can head off to the hotel now, I’ll tell Max you weren’t feeling too well and just wanted to sleep.” 

“Thank you, I owe you one Marina.” If there was one person Max would listen to it was you and Marina, if she told him you didn’t want to see him then he wouldn’t dare knock on your door. All he’d do is send a simple text checking up on you and then he’d leave you be unless you asked for him. 

You lay on your bed, your race suit hanging off your waist as you scrolled through social media, the only sound filling your ears came from the hotel television. Your parents and a few friends of yours had messaged you about the race, always making sure you were okay. 

One thing that you always envied about the other drivers was how often their families would come and watch their races. Sure you had a good relationship with your parents but they were a humble couple and despite your success, they refused to give up their jobs, they always told you it was your success so you deserved to keep it but the truth was you wouldn’t be here without them. That was something you wish you’d never lost when it came to Mick. His family became yours, his mother and sister would always cheer your name when you finished your races and now the pair would just smile and send you a small wave. Sometimes Gina or his Mum would approach you for a short conversation, not caring about the rivalry you and Mick clearly had. 

Huffing you threw your phone to the side, deciding it was time to change and shower but a harsh knock at your door caused your head to snap towards the sound of the noise. “Max I told you I’m fine!” You called out to the door, thinking the brunette was trying his luck after you told him to leave you be but the knock didn’t stop. “Max I told you -” Swinging the door open you weren’t met with the kind eyes of Max Verstappen but the lustful ones of Mick Schumacher. 

“Y/n -”

“You fucking cheated today Schumacher!” Raising your hands you shoved his chest, pushing him lightly. 

“Cheated?” Scoffing he acted like he hadn’t done a thing. “That’s called driving love -”

Your voice raised as you cut him off. “Driving? You can’t even do that right! Did you get Mummy and Daddy to pay off the FIA again?” 

Mick lunged forward pushing his way into your hotel room enough that he could slam the door shut behind him, locking the two of you in. “You’ve still got a loud mouth on you y/n -”

“Shut -” Mick grabbed your waist and shoved you against the wall, one hand coming up to behind your head so you didn’t hurt yourself. You noticed his actions, a small warm glimmer of affection sprouted in your stomach but your face pushed that feeling away, never wanting Mick to have his ego blown up even more. 

“You need to be quiet, you know what’ll happen if someone hears.” 

“Oh god forbid someone was to find out we were together.”

“It’s not me I’m worried about.” His eyes bore into yours as he spoke. “You and I both know the media latch onto you more than me.” He had a point. The media always treated female drivers differently than men, always putting them down or jumping to write the most appalling headlines about them. 

“Fair point but why would you care?”

“Oh come on now y/l/n do you really think I still don’t look out for you?”

“Is that why you caused me to crash today?”

“It’s everyone for themselves out on that track, just because we have teammates doesn’t mean we play as a team. We work as a team to get points but do you think I’d just let Leclerc win a race because I want to be nice? Come on… would you let Max win just because he’s your teammate? We both know he wouldn’t just let you win because you two drive for the same team.” 

“Then you clearly don’t know Max.”

“Oh yeah? Then tell me,” He dipped his head lower, both his hands on either side of the wall. “When did Max Verstappen let you win?” 

“Last season Silverstone, when I won it put me miles ahead of you. He knew how much I wanted to win so we played as a team, I did the same for him the season before, holding off Leclerc so he could win in France.” Mick looked taken back a little at your words. “Anything to add to that Schumacher?” 

“Nope.” He popped the ‘p’ as the words left his mouth. 

Changing the subject you eyed the blonde boy before you. “Why are you here?”

“You know why I’m here.” 

“Oh did the FIA finally ban you?” 

Mick rolled his eyes, leaning down further so his lips ghosted yours. “I came for my end of the deal…”

“And here's me thinking you wanted to apologise for what you did.” 

“I’ll make it up to you but I am sorry…” His lips moved to your neck, as a light kiss met your skin. Instintacvily you allowed your head to fall back which allowed Mick to get as close as he wished. “But I know you want it…” 

“You don’t know shit, Schumacher…”

“Yeah?” He raised his head from your neck before letting his forehead rest on yours. “You know you could push me away but you haven’t.” 

“I’m aware.” Your voice came out as a whisper as Mick lowered his lips down to yours but he didn’t connect his lips with yours. 

“God I’ve missed you…” His lips ghosted yours as he whispered back. 

“You cut what we had off…” 

“Like I said… I have my regrets… now stop talking.”

“You can’t tell me what to -” Mick finally put his lips onto yours, kissing you for the first time in over a year. Everything felt like it did when the two of you last shared a moment together, it was almost like the two of you had never been apart. Mick’s hands trailed down to the back of your thighs as he continued to deepen the kiss. His hands gripped your skin, tugging your body closer to him. 

“Jump.” He instructed. Wrapping your arms around his neck you allowed him to lift your legs as you jumped and latched your legs around him. Mick pulled away from the wall and lightly stepped towards the bed, his lips never leaving yours as he did so. 

Every bone in your body told you this was a bad idea and that you should have never agreed to Mick’s deal. It was a stupid thing to do but in the moment you just wanted to enjoy your victory, never thinking of the consequences of your actions. But it was just a shitty deal that would last until the end of the season, right? You and Max would win far more races than Mick ever would… wouldn’t you?

Placing you on the bed Mick knelt between your legs, a smirk on his lips as he watched your flushed face connect the dots as to what the two of you were doing. “You look surprised -”

“Suprised I haven’t called Max -”

“I didn’t know you were into that.” He arched his brow before speaking. “But I’d prefer you to myself -”

“Shame Gasly fucks me better.”

“Does he now?” Mick’s hand slithered down your thermals, pushing the bottom half of your race suit down. You tried to shut your legs to stop his actions but Mick was already one step ahead. He pushed your legs apart with his knee before leaning down so his lips met yours. “You’re a bad liar y/n… I know he’s never fucked you… you wouldn’t stoop as low as him.”

“Stooped low and went for you didn’t I?”

“You’re such a brat.” Mick pulled your race suit clean off, leaving you in your fireproof thermals. His lips attached themself to your neck, tugging at the skin which made you let out a soft suppressed moan. One hand propped him up whilst the other moved under your shirt and past your bra. Mick pushed the fabric of your sports bra up towards your chest before dragging himself away from your neck and pulling your fireproofs and bra off. “God I’ve missed this…” Mick latched his lips onto your skin like it was the last thing he’d ever do. 

“Mick…” Your voice was low as his name fell from your mouth. 

“Louder…” He demanded as his mouth found your right nipple whilst his hand moved to your left boob, tugging and playing with the bud between his fingers. 

“You haven’t given me anything to be louder about.” You knew your words would anger him and you knew they’d have consequences but after all this time deep down you wanted to know if he’d still react the way he used to, needless to say, you were about to find out. 

Mick’s head snapped up from your chest, his eyes darkening at your suggestive words. “You never learn do you?” He knelt in between your legs, his hands now lingering at your waist as he slowly took a grip on the last of your fireproofs. “You never could keep your mouth shut.” As he spoke he pulled them down your legs and threw them onto your hotel floor, leaving you in just your bra and underwear. “And your words always had consequences, didn’t they?” As he finished talking Mick leaned down so his face was just inches away from yours. You could feel his breath against your face as you waited for him to lant his lips onto yours but he never did. He flipped the two of you around, his hands gripping your waist as you straddled him whilst your hands pressed into his shoulders to steady yourself. 

Mick pressed his clothed hips into your bare ones. You could feel his hard-on through his joggers as he slowly started to move his hand to your clit. Mick took his thumb and slowly started to tease you whilst his other hand gripped onto your hips, pulling you down onto his dick whilst he thrust up. 

“You want something to be loud about?” He added pressure to your clit, his eyes lighting up at the way pleasure slowly started to take over your body. You hated the way you fell back into Mick’s hands so easily. Every inch of you begged you not to let it get this far but he felt so good, if there was one thing you knew you and Mick could both agree on was that he knew your body better than anyone and no matter how many years passed, he always knew what he was doing. 

Your body reacted to his actions, slowly grinding on him as he continued to toy with your clit. Rubbing circles on your skin he started to speed up and added more pressure as he watched you quicken your pace on his dick. Light moans filled his ears as you felt the slow rise in the pit of your stomach as your orgasm approached. Mick knew you were close so he sped up his actions, keeping up a steady pace. 

“Mick… I’m gonna cum -” Just as you spoke those words Mick took his hand away from your clit, a sly smirk on his lips as the realisation on your face grew. “Why did you stop?”

“Make yourself cum.”

“What?”

“Make yourself cum.” He repeated. “You wanted something to be loud about so I’m giving you something, the last time you got yourself off on my thigh your moans filled the hotel room.”

“And?”

“And you were loud and since you want to be loud now then go ahead.” 

Your gaze narrowed at his words. “And who says I want to get off?” 

Mick grabbed your hips before grinding them into his. A surprised moan filled the room as you gripped his chest. “Don’t lie to me y/n we both know all you want to do right now is to cum over my thigh.” Mick unfortunately had a point. The last time you rode his thigh you came hard, leaving a stain on his jeans and now you wanted to do the same with his joggers. 

Sleeping with him once more wouldn’t hurt… would it?

Shifting in his lap you straddled his thigh, your hands still gripping his chest as you lower yourself down before slowly pressing your clit to his joggers. Your light actions teased him more than he wanted to let on. His hands ran up your skin before pushing your hair behind your ear. Mick’s eyes bored into yours as he raised his thigh to your core, his hand once pushing your hair behind your ear now cupping your jaw. Mick pulled your lips onto his as you began to move on his thigh. 

Moaning into his mouth your pace began to quicken as Mick deepened the kiss. His free hand would occasionally slap your ass which only made grind against his thigh harder. Tugging at your bottom lip the blonde pulled away for a second, looking down at the thigh you were currently riding. 

“Look at the mess you’ve made.” His hand now ran down to your boobs, pinching your nipple before he spoke again. “Such a good girl for me.”

“Please Mick…”

“Please what?” He acted oblivious to your begging. “Use your words…”

“Please can I cum?” 

A low laugh came from his lips. “After all this time you still ask me for permission… always so good for me.” He planted a light kiss on your lips. “You can cum.” 

A breath of relief filled the air before your moans started to take over. You started to speed up, your nails leaving light marks through Mick’s shirt as your high started to wash over you. Your head fell into the crook of his neck, moaning as you finished on his thigh. 

“Good girl…” He praised you as you came. He guided your head away from his neck, watching as you came down from your high. “Think you can handle one more?” His eyes searched yours. 

“Yes.” 

Mick kissed you again, slowly flipping the two of you before he started to discard his clothes. “You know I want nothing more than to feel your mouth around me,” You watched as his cock hit his stomach and as his words continued. “But that can wait till next time -”

“Bold of you to assume there’ll be a next time.”

“You think I won’t win more races?” He lined himself up with your entrance as he spoke, his dick teasing you with every second that passed. “We both know you’ll have another DNF this season.” 

“Is that you trying to say you’re going to cheat me out of another win?” 

Mick didn’t reply with words, only actions. He slammed himself into you, and he let out a low groan at the feeling of you wrapped around him. “Guess we’ll have to find out.” He finally replied before pulling out and slamming himself back into you. 

He kept a steady pace, one hand cupping your jaw as the other one played with your clit. His thumb swiped across your bottom lip before he parted your lips with it. You took the hit and took his thumb into your mouth, your gaze never breaking his as you did so. Mick moaned before slamming into you harder. “If you aren’t careful I’ll pull out and fuck your mouth.” 

“You wouldn’t.” 

“I’ll fuck your mouth next time, at least then you’ll keep quiet.” 

You went to retaliate to his words but Mick’s thumb started to speed up on your clit. The sensation of his hips slamming into yours and the pressure on your clit only made you moan louder. You tried to suppress your moans, knowing Max and a few other staff members had rooms nearby but Mick’s actions made it hard. 

“Fuck…” You moaned as the familiar sensation in your stomach started to grow. “Mick -”

“Don’t cum until I say.” Mick could feel you getting close but he wanted to cum with you. 

“Please…” Your head fell back against the pillows but Mick moved his hand behind your head, taking a fistful of your hair and forcing you to look at him. 

“Don’t you dare look away.” His thrusts started to slow as he felt himself growing close. “I want you to look at me when you cum, understand?” 

“Yes…” You hated how submissive you turned when he spoke to you but who wouldn’t crumble under Mick Schumacher? ‘

“That’s my girl.” His head fell back with a moan as he moved your leg to hook around his waist, giving him a new angle as he fucked you harder. “Cum with me.” 

Mick let his head fall forward, his face inches from yours as the two of you met one another gaze as you both reached your high. Mick came inside you, his body falling on top of yours as he felt you pulse around him. The room filled with your heavy breaths, the two of you coming down from something you thought would never happen. 

Eventually Mick propped himself up, and a thin layer of sweat glistened across his forehead as his eyes met yours again. Without a word being shared, he took your lips into his, unlike the start of your night together this kiss was slow and loving. He longed the kiss out for as long as he could before pulling away for air. 

You expected Mick to grab his clothes and leave, he’d gotten his end of the deal but his actions were the opposite of your thoughts. Mick walked towards your bathroom and grabbed a damp cloth before walking back over to you. Gently pulling your legs apart he cleaned the mess he’d made. “Sit up.” His words weren’t demanding but instead guiding. Discarding the cloth he grabbed his shirt and slowly put it over your body. He planted a kiss on your forehead, a small smile on his lips before he moved over to grab fresh underwear for you. “Can I?” He asked as he sat between your legs, waiting for your reply. 

“Yes.” You whispered to him. Mick treated you as if you were made of glass, taking care of every single inch of you as he helped you get dressed. When he knew you were comfortable he dressed himself in just his boxers and climbed back into bed with you. 

“Are you okay?” His voice was sweet as he spoke. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest. 

“I’m fine, are you?”

“Course I am. Just needed to make sure I didn’t go too hard.”

“I thought you were rather weak Schumacher.”

“Oh yeah?” He looked down at you. “I always told you that mouth of yours would get you in trouble.”

“It’s kept me out of it.”

“Just wait till I get you to myself again.”

But it was just a one-time thing… but would it be so bad if you fell into his arms again?

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Shared Happiness

summary: Everything that weekend pointed to a victory for Red Bull at home and aware of this, everyone expected it. But as nothing in F1 is predictable, his weekend, which had everything to be terrible — or average if he was optimistic — ended up being one of the best of his life.

cw: A little fluffy, mention of frustration, this is going to be short, and a little smutty too.

author note: I received this request last night and I was delighted with it, I couldn't help but develop it.

request: anon

The weather in Spielberg was favorable and would allow for an accident-free race, at least that was what everyone hoped. She placed the cap on Jack's head, the boy wasn't so excited either, racing in Austria inevitably meant seeing RBR on the podium and to be honest, no one could stand the Dutch anthem during the trophies presentation anymore.

Even though Lewis was on the podium in Barcelona, when it came to Spielberg, it was obvious that Reb Bull was determined to win at all costs, so shit, it wasn't going to be an easy race for Lewis and George. And that left Toto at the edge of his own mood, ready to throw his headphones against the table, the wall or any unsuspecting person who crossed his path; This prompted Bono to call Y/N, begging trying to convince her to watch the race in the garage, to perhaps contain Wolff's heated emotions during the circuit.

"You're stressed in advance, dear... Okay, we know that Red Bull has the favoritism of being at home and everything, but Mercedes has been running good races, we can score here r even compete for the podium." she said massaging his shoulders, Toto rested his head on his wife's shoulder and sighed.

"Things are predictable and we no longer have 'just' Red Bull to worry about... McLaren is coming with everything this year, we are competing for second place in the championship..." he huffed in frustration. "For second damn place, when we've been leading this shit for seven damn years!"

"You're going to have a heart attack, Torger, calm down! And stop swearing in front of Jack!"

Not that Jack was paying any attention, he was playing with Roscoe and Lewis outside the garage and didn't even hear his parents talking.

"Sorry honey, I'm so stressed about this... I just want it to be over."

"No one knows how this race could end, stop being so pessimistic Torger, Lew and Georgie are good drivers and are willing to give everything for the win. Be more grateful too!” Y/N pulled the strands from the back of his neck, hearing a low murmur coming from his throat. The sound reverberated throughout Y/N's body, making her breathe hard.

"Y/N, damn..." He grumbled and spun the chair until he was facing her, Toto's dark eyes twinkled. "Fuck, I need this" He swore, pulling his wife by the back of her head as he kissed her. "Regardless of the result of the race, we will have dinner today"

"Mhmm that sounds good, husband" she replied, wiping the lipstick off his face. "I'll let you get ready for the race" she gave an encouraging smile and went to get Jack.

"Do you think we're going to win today, mom?" Jack questioned, he also looked disbelieved and that made Y/N sigh, sometimes Wolff men were difficult to deal with.

"Well, I hope we can win today, dear, but let's wait, until the checkered flag appears, a lot can happen on the track." Y/N replied, taking Jack to the back of the garage, where both would not disturb the team and would still be able to watch the race.

Please, may we win this race, amen!

Jack had already given up on sitting still and was about to join the team, everything had become chaos on the circuit, Lewis had taken a five-second penalty, Max and Lando crashed. having the first DNF of the weekend and Max was in fifth place! Y/N saw how tense her husband was, Toto was digging his fingers into his own arms so hard that the joints were white. And of course, his hair was a mess, there were just a few laps left before the race ended and the surprise was in the first three positions, the second Mercedes driver was competing for first place with the second McLaren driver and lastly the second Ferrari driver defended his position with determination. George and Oscar fought fearlessly for dominance on the podium, and everyone's nerves were on edge, especially Toto who couldn't contain himself when he screamed, scaring the entire team.

"Holy crap!" Toto shouted, they were both about to cross the checkered flag and Oscar was pushing, hungry for the day's victory, but George was too and pushed the car to the limit. The screams in the German garage exceeded even those of the fans. As expected, Toto's headphones ended up shattering against the table, such was the team leader's happiness.

Everyone celebrated with Lewis' arrival in fourth place, guaranteeing even more points for the team in the constructors' championship. Y/N was still celebrating with Jack when she was approached by Toto, he kissed her so hungrily that she lost her breath, Toto left a trail of promises between them

Tonight, said the kisses and the way he held her.

She was panting when Toto walked away, picking Jack up and going to celebrate with the team, George and Lewis.

Her voice was lost between her own moans, Y/N had already lost count of the time or how many times her body had given in, but Toto seemed hungry for more, he wanted more and he was willing to get everything he could from her.

When Toto was frustrated, things between them were intense, but when he was euphoric about a victory, ah... She knew it would only end when there was no more strength in his body.

Even in paradise there are problems || last part

summary: When tiredness and exhaustion lead him to say things he doesn't mean to, Toto sees his marriage slip through his fingers without him seeing a solution. Y/N doesn't seem willing to forgive him and Toto has given up on apologizing, the end seems to be inevitable.

At least that's what they both think.

cw: conflict, communication failures, indirectness, withdrawal, defensive behavior. Reconciliation, apology, dirty talk, p in v, receiving oral, pet names, overstimulation.

a/n: WE FINALLY ENDED THIS HERE, and how did we finish? With dirty and hot sex with Toto Wolff that I know you like hehehe. I hope you enjoyed the series and you're the one who asked, I hope I met your expectations! Enough talking and let's read! Enjoy!

part one | part two | part three

You were burning.

The urgency of feeling his touch made you gasp, you needed that as much as you needed oxygen and Toto did things slowly. You wanted to scream and demand that this one fuck you immediately!

He started by kissing her ankle, where a thin silver chain rested, Toto left soft kisses as he climbed up her leg, marking her calf with love bites. Toto wouldn't leave any part of your skin neglected, he wanted to mark everything on you.

"Fuck... Toto please..." you asked, digging your nails into the mattress, but he ignored your pleas. He continued biting your thighs, leaving small bruises and bites, making you yearn in anticipation. "How I hate you, Torger!" You whimpered and he laughed, ignoring your needy folds. Toto kissed her belly and ended up getting under her nightgown, until the fabric gave way.

"Do you really hate me, mein liebe?" He finished tearing the delicate silk and licked a long stripe up her nipple, circling the sensitive spot until it was hard under his tongue. Toto laughed, pressing his teeth around the nipple, you moaned tearfully, he was pushing you to the limit with so little, it left you embarrassed; Toto spread your legs, leaving you exposed to him. "You say you hate me, but your body tells me something else..." He murmured, sliding his index and ring finger into your wet folds. You pressed your nails into his forearm, hard enough to leave marks on his skin. "Do you really hate me, love?"

You trembled as he spread his unit all over your pussy, until he stuck his fingers into the narrow channel. You groaned, arching your back off the bed, and Toto watched your reactions with pride, he moved his hand away enough to come back hard, slamming his fingers into you until they lightly hit a sensitive spot on you. The wet noise made your orgasm more imminent, you were so close it hurt.

"You hate me, but you're almost cumming for me" he laughed, rubbing your clit with his thumb, stimulating you even more. "You're a fucking little liar, a pretty little liar, doll."

"Toto, please... I-I n-need...-!" You asked and threw your hips against his hand, seeking more contact, urgently wanting to cum. "I-I need it so bad!"

"shhh I know, I know you need it" He said, taking his fingers out of you and licking them, like it was the best candy in the world. Tears burned in your eyes from the lack of contact. You whimpered, clenching around nothing. "Are you needy, baby?"

Toto growled tasting you, he missed you every day he was away. Toto tore the pieces off his nightgown, throwing the scraps away. Leaving you naked, exposed and needy.

He took off what was left of your ruined nightgown and watched you: panting, needy and submissive. He noticed the thin layer of sweat on your skin and the teardrops in your eyes. You were beautiful, fucking beautiful, the sight made all the blood in his body rush to his groin, making his dick even harder. "Such a beautiful, needy little slut, do you need me, love?" Toto asked, running his rough palms over your stomach and breasts, turning you around until you were resting on your knees. "Such a pretty little slut for me"

You were too absorbed in the sensation of your interrupted orgasm to notice anything else. Toto pulled you to the edge of the bed, making you even more malleable to his will. You were shamefully wet, your muffled ears only heard the noises of Toto kneeling on the floor behind you; he licked his lips seeing how wet you were, so much so that it dripped onto the bed. Toto grabbed her hips and pushed her pussy against his own face. You buried your face in the pillows, muffling your moans, but Toto wanted to hear and he pulled your hair, pulling you away from the pillows to moan freely.

"So fucking good!" You moaned, rolling your hips against Toto's face, rubbing your pussy against his mouth, who didn't act like he was asked and accepted everything you gave him. "Toto, fuck... Don't stop, please!"

He growled a moan, pressing his fingers into the flesh of your ass, pressing you more against him, Toto ate your pussy like he was going to die, sucking your clit and licking your folds until you lost the strength in your legs and fell onto the mattress, leaning even more towards him.

“That fucking good pussy” he said as he pulled away, sticking two fingers into you, listening to your moans full of whines and requests. "And it belongs to me, doesn't it love? That pretty, sweet pussy is mine, isn't it?"

"YES!" You screamed, pushing harder against him, chasing your own orgasm, you were so close, your whole body was shaking, but Toto would stop whenever he felt you too close to cumming. You were on the edge of stimulation. "yess, it's yours Toto."

“Good girl, maybe I’ll let you cum now” he replied and sucked on your clit, making you scream and shake again.

He himself already felt on edge, the pants pressed against his crotch increased the discomfort on his cock, he was euphoric to thrust himself into you and feel you tighten around him. But fuck, he could wait a little longer and make you even more sensitive.

Toto left you on the bed and you cursed him, why didn't he let you cum? You collapsed onto the bed, the apprehension of your orgasm receding again, leaving you frustrated. Toto hummed behind you and rummaged through the suitcase you had taken to his room; and he seemed to know what he was looking for, giving a suspicious smile at having found it.

"A vibrator? Honey did you really think it would make you cum like I do? Stupid little girl" he spread her legs again and set the toy to a modest frequency, and pressed the vibrator against her clit.

"Toto!" You jumped onto the bed, unprepared by the vibration in your pussy. The orgasm built again, you were sensitive, hyperstimulated and needy. "I fucking hate you so much!"

Toto slapped your ass hard and increased the intensity of the vibrator, making you cry. The tears finally receded from her face, wetting her cheeks. There was The vibrator, the slaps and a bite on the top of your ass.

Toto laughed, but he couldn't take it anymore either, you were dripping on his fingers, he could almost smell you. You were so fucking wet. He opened the zipper and pulled his dick out, hard and with the glans dripping with pre-cum, he couldn't take it anymore. Toto moved behind you and moved the vibrator far enough away so he could fill your wet hole.

Your eyes rolled back into their sockets and you gripped the sheets, Toto had barely pushed his dick halfway in and you already felt so fucking full. "Mhmmm so good!"

“So tight, shit…” He cursed, squeezing your ass cheeks, marking his fingers into the skin. You rolled your hips against him, pushing his cock even deeper and hummed. He started to thrust, pushing his dick even deeper into you, hitting that sensitive spot that made you tremble, you were almost there.

Your walls clenched around him, Toto bent down and pressed his hand to your abdomen, making you feel how deep he was. "Do you feel it, schatzi? Feel my dick deep in your greedy pussy? Squeezing me until I fill you with my cum?"

"Yes, yes yes please! I want!"

He pulled out of you completely and rubbed his fat head against your clit, making your moans come out in gasps. Toto wanted you ruined, and he was about to get it.

"Dirty little bitch" he said, thrusting again, making you scream. "wanting my baby in your belly, princess?" Toto growled, he was a hair's breadth away from giving in and cumming in you, but damn, he wanted you to come first. "This filthy pussy suffocating my dick, wanting me to cum in here?"

"I want it, Toto! Fill me please! I want!"

"Needy little bitch" Toto took the vibrator again and rubbed the toy on your clit, you exploded in an orgasm, squirting on your thighs and the bed, whimpering helplessly. But your orgasm only increased the pressure around Toto's cock, making him cum, his cum dripping onto your walls, making you moan even more. He thrust a few times, pushing the cum until it was safely inside you.

They both collapsed on the bed, exhausted and sweaty. Toto slowly pulled out, hearing you moan softly.

"It's okay, princess" he murmured, sliding his fingers into your folds and collecting the cum that came out, only to push it inside you again. "I won't let it out, love..." he kissed her temple "I'm going to give you a baby, schatzi"

You moaned as Toto pulled your hair, your throat vibrated around his dick, God knew how much you loved giving Toto a blowjob, especially when he was asleep. I loved watching him wake up in the middle of an orgasm.

"Holy shit" he grunted, pushing your head until your nose was close to his crotch, you moaned chokingly, feeling yourself getting even wetter. "Greedy little slut."

You played with his balls, licking the bulging vein at the base of his dick, Toto was about to cum and you wanted it all. He pulled your hair more, understanding what you wanted and He began to fuck her mouth, pushing until the glans touched her throat. You contracted your muscles around him and Toto came, moaning hoarsely as he left your mouth. You knelt on the bed and caught the cum that leaked from your mouth with your fingers, sucking up the traces until there was nothing left.

Toto pushed you onto the mattress and kissed you, grabbing your hips against him, making you grind against his slowly hardening cock.

"I haven't apologized enough yet, schatzi"

"Well, I still haven't forgiven you enough, love."

𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 | 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒

SUMMARY: Y/N always felt frustrated for being the only person in her group of friends who hadn't yet found her soulmate and as a result, still saw the world in black and white. At twenty-five, she should have already found it, but apparently she was looking in the wrong places.

An incident on the streets of London made her world turn upside down, or rather, take on new colors.

She loved her friends, God knew how much she loved them, but she hated that moment of the conversation. All eyes were on her and there was so much expectation in the air that it left her feeling suffocated. Y/N had no problem being the center of attention, her profession taught her that, but damn, she hated being the center of her friends' attention.

"How was the date? Can you see the colors yet?!" One of her closest friends asked, Kimberly placed her face in both hands and looked at Y/N anxiously.

Y/N let out an exhausted sigh, she hated that conversation, she hated her love life, she hated being the only one in her group of friends who was still single and seeing the world in black and white.

No one knew how, but humanity was born with a condition where they saw the world in black and white from birth, and could only see the world in color after meeting their soulmate. And Y/N still didn't know her soulmate, a fact that was always — and very inconveniently — remembered at brunches on Fridays.

"No, actually it was horrible, he only talked about himself and he still has a strange relationship with his mother. I was like? You're almost thirty-five and you still live with mom?" She spoke, the irritation clear in her tone. "I asked if his mom still made his cereal, and he said yes!"

"Urgh, that's horrible girl, I'm glad he wasn't chosen, can you imagine having to share him with your mother-in-law? Uh, that would be terrible." Kim said, making a disgusted face, the other girls agreed. "And how are you with this, my dear?"

Y/N took a deeper breath, in recent years she had been a little obsessed with the idea of finding her soulmate, especially after witnessing her friends find their ideal matches and her remaining single.

"I'm entering the acceptance phase, maybe this soulmate thing isn't for me? I'm going to focus on my career from now on, I'll be changing positions in a few days, so I'm going to leave this soulmate thing on the back burner" Y/N replied, playing with her wine in her glass. Seeing the world in black and white wasn't so bad anymore.

"And you intend to spend the rest of your life alone?" Jessie questioned in a sad tone, as much as you hated this type of conversation, you appreciated your friends' concern. "We will be with you always, but baby you can't be alone."

"Jes, I promise I'm okay with this, maybe it'll show up when I'm not expecting it, I'll just let things flow however they want. Don't worry about me, really" she gave a reassuring smile. "Tell us how your couple's vacation was"

Y/N's tactic of changing the subject worked and Jessie seemed to glow while talking about her fiancé. She was really happy for her friends, most of them had been through bad relationships, filled with toxicity, abusive behavior and everything bad. It was good to see friends happy in healthy, loving relationships.

By the time brunch was over, it was long past 5pm and she still had almost five boxes to organize. Y/N's love life was horrible, but the rest seemed to be going perfectly, she had just been promoted at work, with managed to buy a new, larger apartment in a good residential area of London. If it weren't for the absence of her soulmate, Y/N's life would be perfect.

Y/N didn't care if she didn't have a soulmate, her life was perfect, everything was fine.

The week wasn't turning out as Lewis expected,the training had not been good, the car was not performing as he wanted and to improve, there was a hydraulic leak in his house, forcing him to move to a nearby hotel. Lewis was stressed about the move and Roscoe was still sick. Everything that week culminated in chaos.

He strapped the belt into Roscoe's carrier in the back seat, worried about the dog, who was sniffling tiredly.

"We're already going to the vet, buddy. You're going to get better, I promise" he said, stroking the lower part of his jaw before closed the car and got into the driver's seat, exchanging messages with the veterinarian, explaining Roscoe's symptoms. The path to the veterinary clinic was relatively close to the hotel, but Lewis didn't trust walking with Roscoe sick, and the possibility of being approached by fans on the street would end up slowing him down.

It wasn't a habit and Lewis was a conscious urban driver, he was cautious in traffic, but that was an atypical day, he was worried about Roscoe and paying little attention to traffic, the to the point of crossing a closed sign and hitting a car at the intersection. Lewis cursed before getting out of the car and saw that it was his fault for the crash, he checked the condition of the car's bumper, nothing had been done to his car, but there was a medium crack in the bumper of the other car.

"Are you crazy?! You don't know how to drive?! It was closed to you!" Lewis sighed and looked at the girl.

A strange itch made his skin crawl and a strange pain appeared in his head. Little by little, the gray faded from his vision, It was strange to see things coloring in front of your eyes, and as the colors appeared, a small headache spread. Lewis didn't even listen to the angry girl in front of him. She was angry about the damage to her car and apparently hadn't laid eyes on it yet.

Y/N rested her hands on the pictures looking at the damage to her car, that was all she needed to crown the week as bad. She took a deep breath and faced the person who caused the accident. Her eyes burned as the black and white was replaced by strange colors, and the headache that people always cited also grew at the base of her skull.

Of course she would meet her soulmate in a situation as strange as that!

a/n: I was ready to write something about soulmates weeks ago, or about hananaki, but this theme won over me, and this one came to celebrate Lewis' victory in the home race. I hope to be able to post the oneshot that is in drafts today, cheer for me girls!

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𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 | 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒 🔸𝑨 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅

SUMMARY: Y/N always felt frustrated for being the only person in her group of friends who hadn't yet found her soulmate and as a result, still saw the world in black and white. At twenty-five, she should have already found it, but apparently she was looking in the wrong places.

An incident on the streets of London made her world turn upside down, or rather, take on new colors.

intro

The first thing Lewis thought was that he would have to inform his entire team about this, there would be new training sessions, he would have to study the FIA rules for drivers who could see colors. As if his life wasn't already tumultuous enough.

"Uh, you're Lewis Hamilton..." The woman murmured, taking in the whole thing. "I collided with Lewis Fucking Hamilton"

"Well, yes, that's what happened..." He said and his mind clicked, Roscoe was still in the car, sick and in need of care. "Can you take my phone number? I have to take Roscoe to the vet, but we'll need to discuss the crash and the soulmate thing..."

"Mhm yes, of course" she captured the cell phone in the back pocket of her jeans shorts and and waited for his action, Lewis brought his device closer to hers and shared his contact.

"Call me, please. I will pay for the damage." He said, returning to the driver's seat.

"Yes, yes I'll call... But I think that's the least of our problems."

"Really... But don't forget to call me, I insist." He said, waving as he entered. Y/N sighed and got into her car quickly, as a traffic cop was already approaching and she didn't need a ticket to end that week.

The journey to the new apartment was made in a few minutes, but her mind was still in a trance. She had crashed a car with Lewis Hamilton and discovered he was her fucking soulmate. She was the soulmate of the seven-time Formula One champion, a top star in the sport. How ironic could fate be? Less than four days ago, she went on a terrible date with a terrible guy, hoping to finally find her perfect match — thank the universe it wasn't him! — and today she almost accidentally collided with her predestined one.

She felt like she was in a romance movie script, or a fanfic, at the very least.

She didn't even know what to expect when her friends found out... And what would her family say?

"You're getting ahead of yourself, girl. You met today, take it easy" she murmured to herself, pressing her fingers on the steering wheel, already stopped in front of her new condominium. "Things will happen as they have to, relax!”

She tried to ignore the new event in her life as she entered the building's garage, focusing on Lewis Hamilton at that moment wouldn't organize her apartment.

Far away, Lewis accompanied Roscoe on a series of exams, his mind was divided between concern for the pet and the unexpected meeting with his soulmate, Lewis didn't even ask her name, his mother would lecture him if she knew how rude he had been.

"The tests didn't show anything big, Mr. Hamilton, he just has a cold, combined with the jet leg, in a few days, with plenty of hydration and proper nutrition, Roscoe will be fine again" the veterinarian said, handing over a box of canine vitamins and supplements, which would help the dog's recovery. "But call me if something goes wrong"

Lewis felt instantly more relieved, Roscoe had taken the medication and was already showing significant improvement, and this made the pilot's heart much lighter. While stroking Roscoe's short fur, Lewis finally realized how confusing everything was: he was seeing the real colors of the world and there was a huge headache growing in his brain, i.e, he really had no idea how he managed to get to the clinic. Maybe he was on autopilot mode, however, with his adrenaline dropping, Lewis had no idea how he would get back to the hotel, okay, he knew the streets of London like no one else, but things changed and the colors left him confused.

He had a little trouble identifying his bank's app on his cell phone, the screen was surprisingly bright and colorful, he had no idea that everything had so much color. He placed Roscoe in the carrier and called whoever could save him at that moment.

"Nick, I need help, man."

Her head was pounding with a headache that was difficult to deal with, she had trouble getting things out of the boxes, everything was shining in bright colors that she had no idea how to deal with. Seeing colors was something she had longed for since she was fifteen, but damn she didn't expect it to be this bad! He collapsed on the sofa, feeling the world spinning around him and a part of his skull throbbing, by God that was horrible!

The world was extremely colorful, she didn't know how to discern anything, the letters were lost among the colors and she thought she had returned to the literacy period. Uh, there was so much to be done, she would have to go to some medical appointments to check if everything was ok with her new condition, she would have to learn the name of each color, and wow, there were so many! She was already tired.

"I found my soulmate" she said softly, staring at the blissfully white wall. "My soulmate is none other than Lewis Hamilton... God, I don't know if I'm ready..."

She needed to tell someone and grabbed her cell phone, cursing her choice as the bright colors flickered on the screen, causing discomfort in her eyes and increasing her headache. Jessie was his immediate contact.

"I love you, but fuck, it better be important, I was about to have a wonderful afternoon of intense sex and-..."

"I found him.

The silence grew between the two and it didn't take long for it to be replaced by a genuine scream of happiness.

"OH MY GOD Y/N! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Jessie exclaimed, it was easy to see that she was smiling while shouting into the phone. "When was it? Tell me everything!"

Y/N massaged her forehead, trying to ease the headache, but she knew it was worth it, Jessie was her closest friend, her most loyal and she deserved to be the first to know. And Kimberly too, the two of them have always been very firm pillars throughout her life, Y/N needed to tell both of them.

"I thought you were about to have an afternoon of intense sex..."

"Lan knows that I love him, but he also knows that you're my girl and have priority in my life, so he can accept... Actually he is playing now, so tell me everything, don’t hide absolutely ANYTHING from me!”

"Okay, I'll add Kimberly to the call, she deserves to know too."

"Great, perfect!"

It didn't take long for the third girl to appear on the call, from the residual noise, Kimberly was in the middle of work. The keyboard clicked non-stop.

"Is important? I'm trying to finish some spreadsheets here."

"She found him!" Jessie stepped forward, and they heard Kimberly freeze, with no keyboard sound in the background.

"Are you guys serious?"

"Absolutely yes, Kim! She found him today!"

"I would scream if I could! I'm so, so happy you found your perfect match, Y/N! You deserve so much!" She said sincerely, making his heart warm again, Y/N had amazing friends. "Tell us how it went, we need the details."

"Today was such a strange day that it deserves a podium" she said and giggled at the joke, which would only make sense when telling who her soulmate was. "I was in the process of moving boxes from one apartment to another and when I was carrying the last two, I got involved in a car crash near the center.

"Are you well? Did you have any injuries? Did the idiot cover the insurance deductible?"

"We didn't get to discuss it because the guy who hit me is my soulmate."

"Oh, that changes things, but he still has to pay for his car."

"Jes, love.. he can buy me a new car, no problem" Y/N laughed, still in disbelief about it.

“You’re not telling me something, Y/N, you can spill the details, girl.”

"Yeah, I'm feeling it too, tell me everything"

"Are you sitting?"

"I didn't even get out of bed, tell me soon"

"Yes, yes, now speak!"

"I collided with Lewis fucking Hamilton"

Again silence appeared in the conversation before a scream echoed through the device.

"FUCK, I DON'T BELIEVE! I'M FREAKING OUT HERE Y/N!" Jessie couldn't contain herself, and Y/N laughed a little, she would have screamed too if it weren't for her head hurting.

"Jes, please calm down, you're going to blow out my headphones, or worse, my eardrums!" Kim scolded.

"Okay, I'm calm now, I promise! But tell me, how are you? Does your head hurt? How is the color reception in your eyes?"

"Regarding him? I don't know, I know him through the media and I've seen him several times on TV, so that left me confused" she confessed, playing with the ring on her finger. "I have a terrible headache and looking at everything makes me even more sore."

"Uh and I'm screaming like crazy, I'm sorry baby"

"The colors are strange, I didn't imagine they would be so... Vibrant" She said, letting her head fall onto the couch and closing her eyes. The headache eased a little and she breathed a sigh of relief. "And surprising everyone, I don't know what to expect from this."

"I would be surprised if you knew how to deal, you are the soulmate of Lewis Hamilton, the national hero in Formula One" Jessie said. "And for the rest we will be there tomorrow to help you"

"We definitely will, you're not going to go through this alone" Kimberly reaffirmed "and have you spoken to him yet?"

"Not yet, I'm scared"

"Fair enough, I would be too, in fact I was too, so it's normal to be scared, how about we eat pizza tonight? I think this conversation needs to be in person, and we can still help you talk to him" Kim suggested.

"Kim, you're a damn angel! I'll take the wine and chocolate!" Jessie said before taking her leave.

"I'll bring ice cream, God knows how much we'll need it today" Kim pointed out. "And please Y/N, take a painkiller for your headache, it won't go away because you had only brief contact with him, but it will help make it bearable, if that's possible... So get some sleep until tonight, we'll be there at 8pm.

"Don't worry, I'll be asleep in minutes, I'm exhausted. See you later, Kim"

Y/N crawled into the bed, which luckily she had already left tidy, with clean sheets and pillowcases, as well as new blankets, she fell asleep before she could cover herself properly.

At the hotel, Lewis had a hot water bottle on his forehead and Roscoe rested calmly on his lap. Nicolas paced back and forth inside the room.

"Your headache won't go away until you talk to her properly," Nicolas said, looking at his brother. "Do you have her phone number?

Lewis took the thermal bag off his head and checked his phone begrudgingly, he was hating the phone with all his might, "No call log, I won't force her space, she will call me when she is comfortable"

"Lew, right now she has as much of a headache as you do, so I don't think she's comfortable."

Lewis knew, he was aware of all the processes since he was thirteen, and he always thought he was prepared, but the reality was different from the theory. No one had said that the headache was unbearable and the colors would be uncomfortable at first.

"I know, I know, but we were taken by surprise and I don't want to pressure anything"

Nicolas sat next to his brother.

"How are you with all this?"

"I don't know? I always thought the soulmate thing was overrated, people 'destined' to love each other? A beautiful film script"

"And you still think that after you found her?"

"I don't really know... I think something clicked, but it's weird."

"Of course it is, you've found the person of your life, it's not a normal thing, after all and whoever runs this soulmate business, has no flaws."

Lewis sighed, Nick was right. Destined relationships were not included in the statistics of toxic relationships. Only couples formed by people who were not destined ended badly. There were hundreds of news stories talking about people not destined for toxic and abusive relationships and marriages. Lewis rolled his eyes - and then regretted it, it clicked painfully in his brain, soulmates were perfect halves destined to find each other. A meeting of souls, literally.

No relationship was one hundred percent perfect, but when it came to soulmates, things were less likely to fail, as there was natural complicity, love and everything that Lewis thought was nonsense. He never believed he would find his destiny, but there he was, feeling terrible headaches from a slightly reactive and unknown woman.

Fuck, everything was a fucking mess.

a/n: I'm really enjoying writing this series, everything is a mess, there's still a lot of things to happen and I'm VERY EXCITED HERE. My mind is working at 100km/h! This theme of soulmates really got me, I'm surrendered here (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)♡

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Endless Summer Nights | LH44

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader

summary: A sleepy afternoon, music from the eighties playing on the radio and the memories made Lewis wonder why they couldn't have it all again.

cw: Angst, abrupt ending, obscenity, oral f!receiving, nostalgia, a little resentment and pain. Possibility of reconciliation

a/n: I've been listening to this song non-stop for days and I knew I needed to write something about it and it would be with Lewis, my slight obsession with him has been a bit high since he won. The music is extremely nostalgic and the story needed to revolve around some memories, so this is going to be a little sad. Enjoy!!

soundtrack: Endless Summer Nights – Richard Marx

❝We can have it all again

Say that you'll be with me❞

He rarely allowed himself to enjoy his day off without worrying about what day it was or what he should do. That morning, he decided that he would have a lazy day, without obligations, without spending time at the gym, Lewis wanted to read a little, maybe practice a little piano or enjoy a few hours of sun on the balcony of your house, looking out over the Monte Carlo harbor.

He left some books on the porch bench, made a pitcher of iced tea and sweet cookies and turned on the radio, he hated being without music. Lewis lay down on the porch chaise and chose one of the books. He had been trying to finish One Hundred Years of Solitude for a few weeks, but he never had the time or mental energy to continue. But that day he was willing to read, even if it was just a few chapters; he felt Roscoe lie down under his foot, where where conveniently the bulldog would get a cuddle every now and then. Lewis adjusted his cap, poured a large glass of iced tea, and opened the book.

Pink paper fell from the pages of the book, Richard Marx started singing on the radio, and Lewis thought it was all a strange coincidence.

“Summer came and left without a warning

All at once I looked and you were gone

And now you're looking back at me

Searching for a way that we can be like we were before„

He took the post-it, recognizing Y/N's simple and elegant handwriting, Lewis remembered that the book had been her book and that Y/N had a habit of putting little notes in unexpected places.

'A bad pick-up line to start the day, how about that? Lew, the day is good, but it will never be as good as you. Okaay, that was pretty bad *laughs* But it's the intention that matters, isn't it? Have a great workout, my champion and show everyone why you're the best in this sport, bae ♡'

Lewis read the note with a sinking heart, a year ago, these notes were part of Lewis' routine, he used to find them in the most unexpected places, like on the milk carton, in his suitcase or on Roscoe's collar, Y/N kept one rule: pink for cute notes, yellow for reminding him of appointments like doctor's appointments and dates and blue for something he had already forgotten. A year ago he was having a terrible performance on the tracks, but he still had Y/N with him. Now his performance was improving and Lewis no longer had Y/N around.

Realizing that there were no more post-its stuck around the house or finding one of her lipsticks among her toiletry bags was strangely uncomfortable.

Months ago:

"You need to be quiet, I don't want to cut you" Y/N said holding the razor, Lewis laughed but obeyed her, heYou need to be quiet, I don't want to cut you" Y/N said holding the razor, Lewis laughed but obeyed her, the pilot rested his hands on her waist and began to trace small circles on her soft skin, humming as she held his jaw to slide the razor over his skin.

Lewis watched her face closely, there was a wrinkle of concentration between her eyebrows and Y/N bit the tip of her tongue, looking at the place where she carefully removed shaving foam. A few minutes later, she would wipe off the remaining foam with a hot towel and evaluate her work.

"It was good for someone who did it for the first time." She said, turning Lewis' face to get all the product off.

"Once again I'm taking your virginity here, darling" Lewis said and laughed as she threw the towel in his face. "You can't say I lied here."

"If someone had told me you were that arrogant, I wouldn't have gone to that restaurant." Y/N rolled her eyes and washed her hands, seeing Lewis approaching in the mirror's reflection.

"You hurt my heart like that, bae" Lewis spoke, resting his hand on his chest theatrically, unable to convince the girl with his drama. "Why do you want to break my heart?"

She laughed and turned to kiss him quickly "we both know I can't break your heart, bae."

And with that said, she pushed Lewis into the bedroom, where they both fell onto the bed and were met with licks from Roscoe.

At the moment.

Lewis sighed, still holding the note, Y/N had said no, but she had managed to break his heart.

Roscoe sniffed, tucking his nose under Lewis's chin, making him even more sure that Roscoe was thinking about her too.

"I know, I know, I miss her too..." He confessed, after months. The book was forgotten and Lewis stared at the horizon, seeing the water shining with sunlight, leaving Monte Carlo golden like a dream. He wondered where Y/N was at that moment, he thought if she had gotten that job at the publisher of her dreams, and that made his mind click, Lewis didn't know anything about Y/N anymore.

And that was so strange, because before, he knew everything Y/N did, nothing in her life went unnoticed by the pilot and Lewis had Y/N's calendar shared on his cell phone and today he didn't even know where she lived.

“And I remember how you loved me

Time was all we had until the day we said goodbye

I remember every moment of those endless summer nights„

Months ago:

A loud moan overcame the noise of the shower and she felt like she was about to collapse, Lewis was squeezing her thighs so hard that there would be lilac bruises on her skin the next day.

Sweat mixed with water, she was tired and her body could no longer take Lewis's advances, but he was willing to leave her exhausted.

"Lew- love.. I don't... I can't take it anymore" she said, trying to push him away, but Lewis held her in place, keeping his tongue on Y/N's sensitive clit. "Lewis, fuck... Please!"

“Just one more, bae” he said, kissing the spot of nerves, Y/N almost fell if he wasn’t holding her, she was on the edge. "I know you can give me one more, huh?"

She whimpered, pulling her hips away, trying to get Lewis away from her hypersensitive pussy, but he pulled her back and sucked her clit, making her scream.

"I'm... I-" her voice was lost in her own moan, she sank her nails into Lewis' muscular shoulders and rubbed herself against him, chasing her own orgasm. "Fucking God!"

Lewis moaned in appreciation as he sucked out every drop of her orgasm, savoring the taste of her on your tongue . He climbed her trembling body with kisses and sweet hickeys until he actually kissed her, Y/N clung to him eagerly and responded to the kiss, still tired.

"I knew you could give me one more," he said arrogantly. He kissed the curve of her neck as he caressed Y/N's body, holding her against him, enjoying the way the curves of the girl's body fit his. "Can we get out of here now?"

"But and you?" She mumbled the question, holding the hard penis in her hand, Lewis moaned softly but pulled away.

"I'm fine, this was about you and your success in the final exams" he assured, leaving a sweet kiss on her mouth. "You taking pleasure is my pleasure, bae."

"But Lew..." She stammered between his kisses. "I want to make you cum too."

"We're going to miss our reservation at the restaurant, Y/N..." He warned, but didn't step back, he let her continue pumping his cock slowly.

"No maître d' would refuse Sir Lewis Hamilton in his restaurant" she said with a small smile and jumped into his lap."

At the moment.

He stood up, overwhelmed with memories, he and Y/N had it all, damn it. Things were perfect until... Until the moment they stopped being and Lewis couldn't understand where the breaking point was. One morning he woke up with a note stuck to his pillow, the cupboards empty and Roscoe lying sadly next to the door. Just one morning to turn your world upside down, leaving everything in a mess and bringing chaos into your life.

He kept the last post-it, along with all the others, he still remembered what was written and how few words sank his heart into an endless hole.

'I'm sorry Lewis, I can't do it anymore... I'm not enough for your world, I'm sorry it took me so long to understand that the space between us was too big.'

He wanted to understand where he hinted that she wasn't enough, he wanted to understand when his world started to suffocate her. Lewis wanted to go back in time and stop this from ending them both, from destroying them.

By God, he loved that woman, even when she left, even when she blocked him on all social media and avoided him like he was the devil.

Roscoe whimpered and Liverpool Express came on the radio, Monaco shone less and his heart broke even more.

Lewis wanted to know about her, where she was, if she was okay. Only God and Roscoe knew how miserable he was, and it became even more so when he remembered the moments they had. He took out his cell phone and searched for her contact, hoping that Y/N had unlocked it, something.

The cell phone rang once, twice, three times until she answered, Lewis didn't let her speak, the question escaped his mouth before he could think.

"Why?"

"Lewis...?" Silence reverberated between the two, opening some old wounds, causing some new ones. "I-I thought I deleted my contact."

He laughed wryly, still staring at a spot in the city below him.

"I didn't even throw your post-its away, let alone your number..." He confessed, waiting. "How are you now, bae?"

"No.. don't call me that, please."

He swallowed hard, maybe Y/N had someone else and he was messing up her life, chasing a past that wouldn't come back. He thought about hanging up and was about to do so when she said:

"I-I'm fine... As far as possible of course... Congratulations on Silverstone, I know how much you deserved this podium."

He clicked his tongue.

"Are you working at that publishing company you wanted?" He asked, playing with the post-it, trying to dispel his anxiety. "I hope so, you're a damn good publisher, they couldn't turn down your talent"

"Oh Lewis..." Hearing that broke Y/N in half, she started crying immediately and Lewis tried to patch things up.

"Holy shit, I'm sorry Y/N, I didn't mean to... You're right, I need to delete your contact and leave all this behind."

She asked Lewis between sobs not to hang up and he waited until she finally calmed down, the crying ended and small sobs appeared, creating more cracks in his heart. Lewis didn't even understand how he could hurt her, how he had ruined things between them.

"I got some messages about... About how different we are, I wasn't in a good place and I didn't want to burden you, so I let it go, tried to ignore it." Y/N said her voice was brittle and filled with pain. "But my friends got all the spam too, my family said they were getting letters about us... It wasn't the right thing, but I couldn't let it fall on you, things were bad in Formula One and it would only make you more stressed."

"And how exactly did breaking my heart help me? How did leaving out of the blue without giving me an explanation make me better at racing?" He couldn't stop the bitterness from emerging in every word, burning like poison in his and Y/N's veins.

"I know, I know! I tried to tell you everything, clarify things, but I was embarrassed... Lewis, I was anonymous, some girl who bumped into you at a university lecture. I would hear comments about how I used your image to get my internships, or how I could stop working, since I had found my 'golden duck', I-..."

She choked, giving in to tears again.

"leaving you wasn't fair, and it was the hardest thing I've ever done, but I didn't have the courage to come back, to disturb you even more, to be a nuisance to you."

The two fell silent, letting the words sink in properly. Lewis didn't know what to think.

"I should have said, I know that... But I was embarrassed."

"Yeah, you really should have explained things," he replied, giving Roscoe a pat between the ears, still absorbing what she had said. "We would have found a way, resolved this whole mess..."

"I'm so sorry, Lew... I never wanted to hurt you or Roscoe" she laughed, still sobbing.

"You owe him a big apology, and some cookies too."

"He'll have a lifetime supply of cookies if it's up to me..."

"I can accept your apology if you go back and fix the mess you made me" he said, his heart pounding, making him even more anxious. He heard her breathing sound loudly over the phone.

"Do you... Do you want me again?"

"I would have never let you go, bae, so I guess so, I want you back, post-its and all." He assured, hearing her exhale.

"Lewis...

"I deserve to hear these apologies in person, and I deserve to be more than a memory."

"Yes, you deserve more than that..."

He was still hurt, there was a lot to be said, a lot to be resolved, but Lewis couldn't focus on these minutiae. He knew he was being hasty, forgiving her so quickly, giving his life back to her, Lewis was perfectly aware of that, but he wanted her back so bad, because fuck, Y/N had been missed so much! No one could judge him for missing the woman who shook all the pillars of his life and grabbed his heart with her fingernails.

"She's coming back, Ros... We need to maintain our posture, we're tough guys and we're not going to forgive her so easily, are we?" He said, patting the bulldog's fluffy folds firmly. "We are tough guys, she needs to fight for our forgiveness."

The doorbell rang, distracting him from his speech; Lewis took a deep breath and opened the door, and everything he had said before fell apart, because Roscoe jumped at Y/N in a euphoric manner, licking her face happily.

"Oh hi baby! I'm back" she laughed, trying to sit up while Roscoe showed all his happiness at having her back. "I missed it too, sweetheart! I swear."

"You completely ignored what I said, didn't you Roscoe?" Lewis crossed his arms, looking at the dog that snuggled into Y/N's lap and barked happily.

"And what did you say?" Y/N asked, still staring at Roscoe, smelling the dog's fragrant fur.

"That he needed to be tough and not forgive you so easily."

"Ah, I see..." She stood up, finally facing Lewis, there was so much regret and pain written on Y/N's face that it left him disconcerted. "But what about you? How's your tough guy attitude?"

"Strongly shaken, but I expected that" He confessed and pulled her into a hug, feeling things fall into place again. "I'll never let you go again"

"I don't plan on going anywhere, bae."

“Time was all we had until the day we said goodbye

I remember every moment of those endless summer nights„

I know what you want, but I want to hear you say || TW

summary: To Toto, you and your intentions are as transparent as glass, but that doesn't matter, he wants to hear you say it.

cw: Pure filth, mild smut, softdom!Toto, sub!reader, brat!reader, teasing on both sides, mild degradation.

a/n: nothing too long, just dirty daydreams of a Saturday morning.

You've been hovering around him all morning, giving him cute little smiles, bringing him coffee, massaging his shoulders randomly. You were restless and it was noticeable from miles away, he loved seeing your attempts to disguise, to keep a low profile, but Toto saw what you were implying between the lines, he knew you wanted to be bent over his desk, interfering with his work, being taken like a brat.

Honey, you were so transparent to him, Toto would realize your intentions in the dark, with a blindfold on.

He took off his glasses as he rubbed the bridge of his nose, not knowing exactly how long he had been in front of the computer, he looked up to catch a glimpse of you lying on the couch, watching your favorite TV show. Conveniently facing away from him, who would have guessed, right? You wore a flowery summer dress, made of light fabric and thin straps, the hem of the dress dangerously above the line between your thighs and your ass.

Toto tilted his head, seeing how the dress did little to cover her black lingerie, Toto felt his pants get tight in his crotch. He knew what you were up to, handing him cups of coffee, leaving her breasts very "absentmindedly" close to his face, giving a limitless view of her cleavage, or how her hips swayed in a hypnotic manner when you left the office. Wearing that far from innocent dress, the hints were there, and he would have to be blind not to see them; Toto tried to ease the discomfort of the pants over his cock, but apparently only you could solve that.

"Schatzi, can you come here"? He called you and seeing you look at him over your shoulder made his pants feel even tighter. Damn.

You jumped up from the sofa and walked quickly to the office, without asking for permission, you sat on his lap, available in a very convenient way. Toto kept his hand strategically placed on your thighs, caressing the soft skin, without breaking the limit of the dress, for now, you swung your feet, adjusting herself on his lap until she was comfortable — right on top of his hard cock, and heard him take a deep breath, you were reaching your limit and you knew it, like the provocative brat you were.

"What were you watching, schatzi?" He questioned, slowly spreading your thighs, exploring the warm skin slowly. You smiled, crossing your arms under your breasts, making your cleavage more evident. He put away the papers, closed the notebook, leaving the table clean and unoccupied for now.

"I wanted to watch Supernatural, but I ended up leaving it on Masterchef" you murmured, moving a little, making the hardened penis fit between your legs, exactly where you wanted it, drawing a harsher breath from the older man.

"I see... And was it good?" his fingers traced lines on your inner thigh, creating goosebumps on your skin, making you gasp.

"Too much!

Toto reached the soaked fabric of your panties, and you were literally dripping wet, the wet spot on your thighs didn't lie. You moaned and thrust your hips against his hand, leaning on the arm of the armchair and holding onto the oak table. Toto massaged your clitoris, very sensitive and swollen with need, he drew spirals on the delicate spot until leaving you on the edge of your orgasm, and then he stopped, listening to your moans.

"You're very easy to read, baby, such a sweet and transparent little thing, I can see all your desires, but..." he pressed his thumb again on her panties, rubbing the delicate lace against your clit, making you bite your lip and moan, unable to keep your eyes open "what do you want, baby?"

He stopped and you whimpered loudly, pushing your pelvis against him, wanting more contact, your legs were shaking and you lost strength in every second of torture.

"Baby- fuck! Please!" you moaned, pressing your nails into your palms, Toto was such a cruel son of a bitch...

"What? Sorry Schatzi, I don't understand, can you repeat that?" he snapped, but the response he got was your ass rubbing circles over his dick, making everything more exciting for both of you. He grunted, pushing his fingers into you, pressing against the wet lace, you rolled your eyes, it felt so good, wow, you could pass out right there. "What happened dear?" Toto questioned cynically.

He laughed, starting a crazy game, he stimulated your clit until he felt you tremble with the imminent orgasm and then he stopped, letting all the tension dissipate to start again, teasing you again.

“I know what you want, but I want to hear you ask for it” he held your chin as he pushed your panties to the side, inserting two fingers into your needy hole, making you scream. "What could my dirty, needy brat want now?" He moved his fingers, brushing your G-spot very superficially, making you tremble all over.

"Shit Toto-...!" You said between moans, squeezing the fingers moving in and out of you, controlling your orgasm.

"Huh? What?" He teased, removing his fingers, you almost collapsed, pissed that he had interrupted your orgasm again.

"Please, fuck... Fuck me soon, I want to cum so bad!" You exclaimed, grabbing the lapel of his shirt.

He smiled, placing you on the table, sitting with your legs open to him, you could barely support yourself with your arms and then you lay down as best you could on the furniture, Toto groaned at your surrender.

"I hope you don't like this pair" and with that said, he tore off your panties, licking a generous stripe across your pussy. "That's my fucking good girl, you just wanted to get fucked, didn't you, pretty girl? Being thrown onto this table and being fucked until you pass out was in your plans from an early age..

You rubbed your wet folds against his mouth, letting him fuck you however he pleased. You lost your breath.

"if that's what you wanted, then I'll give it to you, brat" and with that, he fell on top of you, fucking your pussy insanely.

Eight Seconds || LH44

summary: it was just a celebration, nothing big. Just some tequila, the vibe of victory and an eight-second challenge on the mechanical bull.

cw: use of alcoholic beverages, obscenity, p in v, thigh riding, fingering, masc!oral, hidden quickie, semi-public, dirty talk, light degradation, worship. Even though I'm mentioning a Lewis win, the season isn't relevant, so take that as an au(?)

a/n: this time I was listening to Beyonce (her new album is perfect) and I thought about writing something with Levii' Jeans and Lewis Hamilton, don't judge me, I think it makes sense. Just read, you will understand. I was having thoughts about riding this man like a mechanical bull, sorry

Every time I see you, I just wanna grab you (you, you) / And I let you touch it and you can't let it loose (oh, oh)

The bar was identical to those seen in American movies, with swinging doors, solid wood floors, a bar with a huge wall of bottles and country music playing at full volume, Lewis noticed how Y/N loved the place, clicking the heels of his cowboy boots in time with the music, Lewis ordered a beer for himself and a shot of tequila for Y/N, she smiled wide when she saw the golden shot in front of her.

"Oh Lew, you really know how to please a girl" Y/N said, downing the shot of tequila at once, humming at the spicy taste of the drink. "Can I have one more, please?" She asked the waiter.

"Take it easy little one, we don't want to get drunk today, do we?" He said, resting his right hand on her arm, Y/N gave a suspicious smile and took the second shot, without taking her eyes off her boyfriend.

"If I can't get drunk when my boyfriend wins a race, when can I?" Y/N kissed him, mixing the taste of tequila in her mouth with the taste of beer and Lewis's mints, enough to make her anxious under her skin.

The two had hidden away, the team planned to celebrate his victory in a fancy restaurant in the city, George's plan, but Y/N preferred to make plans with Bottas, Zhou, Logan and Alex.

"As much as I love George, I miss drinking with Valtteri, so we're going to the bar, celebrating your victory" she said when they were still in the room, without giving Lewis a chance to retort, not that he would do it, he also preferred drinking with Bottas to going to a three-star restaurant, beer was better than wine, sometimes.

It didn't take long for the group to arrive, Y/N squealed excitedly when she found Lily, and Lewis knew that at some point in the night, he would be exchanged for Alex's girlfriend.

"So she really dragged you" Bottas commented, stopping next to Lewis, also ordering a beer.

"You know, Y/N is a force of nature, sometimes going against her is more lethal than a cyclone" he murmured, watching his girlfriend talk to Alex and the Williams drivers, Zhou was lost in the bar, looking for the jukebox. Lewis got into an animated conversation with Valtteri about vacation plans, agreeing something about spending the weekend in the Alps, but the Brit's eyes never left Y/N. She looked like an Austin girl, short denim shorts, thigh-high cowboy boots, suggestive slogan shirt and hat, Y/N loved Austin and made a point of attending the Circuit of the Americas GP. "I know how to choose my battles"

He raised the beer bottle and Valtteri did the same, both toasting. Lewis kept his eyes on Y/N, admiring how the denim shorts made her thighs look sensational, Y/N was getting strong reactions from the pilot and maybe going to the bar wasn't a good idea, for him at least.

––

Lewis was having a darts match with Logan and Zhou while Y/N, Alex, Lily and Valtteri were arguing about which song would play on the jukebox. The four of them were already high on alcohol, laughing and talking loudly, but no one there seemed to care, everyone in the bar was drinking and dancing, the drunken group on the jukebox was the smallest detail there. Hamilton didn't let Y/N out of his sight for a second, she was next to Lily as they insisted that Beyoncé play, the two beat the pilots out of exhaustion, Lily and Y/N touched hands in celebration when the first tracks from Cowboy Carter started playing in the bar, making the crowd scream excitedly to the songs.

In a corner of the bar, the mechanical bull was activated and Y/N took out some notes, A mix of dollars and euros, even some British coins, she giggled as she pointed to the mechanical bull.

"I bet no one can stay on the mechanical bull for..." She made a confused face and turned to Lew "Baby, what was your advantage over Verstappen today?!"

"Eight seconds, doll, why?"

"Nothing, don't worry" she turned to the group again "no one can stay on the mechanical bull without falling for eight seconds"

"But what's the prize if someone succeeds?" Lily questioned, taking out the little cash she had in her pocket, already accepting the bet.

"Besides this drunken change?" He indicated the money that was supplemented by Valtteri and Alex. "Mhmmm... I'll pay the bill here, and considering the amount of glasses and bottles on our table, it won't be a cheap bill..."

“But what if you win, Y/N?”

"You decide on the mechanical bull, whoever stays the shortest, pays"

"seems fair to me, let's go!" Bottas took initiative, adjusting his cap while one of the waiters activated the toy. Y/N laughed when she saw Bottas adjust his pants, just like the cowboys that Hollywood films satirized Bottas chose one of the tequila glasses and swallowed the dose without making a face, Lily activated the timer and the bull started to spin, the Finn shouted excitedly, raising raising his hands as if he were in a rodeo, but fell as soon as he did so. "And then?!"

"Five seconds, Bottas, you were quite a pawn" Lily said, taking the lead to climb onto the ride "look and learn, pilot!”

Y/N and Alex shouted encouragement, clapping while Alex timed it, but Lily didn't last long, in the first three seconds she fell to the mat, laughing thrown onto the canvas. Her boyfriend helped her get out.

"I think you're the one who needs to learn, baby" he said and drank his shot of tequila, kissing her cheek before mounting, the bull spun insanely, but Alex held on, keeping one hand in the air but when there was a second left, he was thrown to the canvas too, Bottas, Lily and Y/N clapped, saying that he had gone further.

"Seven seconds Albono, you did well, can I top it?" Y/N said, flicking the brim of her hat to lift it, she took a shot of tequila and rubbed her hands together as she walked on the canvas. Up until that moment, Lewis hadn't been paying much attention to the group, but he left the darts competition there, focusing on Y/N, watching the girl ride the mechanical bull masterfully. Causing more reactions from him. The bull began to spin, jumping furiously to try and knock her down, but Y/N laughed loudly, raising her hand as she spun around and around. Lewis watched the movement, seeing how her body followed the toy, undulating with each lurch of the bull and Lewis couldn't help but wonder if Y/N would ride him like that.

Baby, you know I'm on my bullshit (bullshit), I'll let you ride it / Rodeo in your room, that shoot breaks loose with perfect timin' (timin')

His pants suddenly became uncomfortable.

Lily screamed when the timer beeped at eight seconds, the exact moment Y/N was thrown onto the canvas, laughing at the joke. Lewis watched his girlfriend get up on her knees, looking for the hat on the mat, her hair was messy, her shirt was slightly wrinkled and her thighs — those damn thighs — looked even more sensual. A pretty torment for him.

"Fucking eight seconds" Bottas swore laughing, as he helped her out "what are you, a cowgirl? The rodeo queen?"

"That's pure luck, Valtteri" she laughed. Other people crowded around the toy, the four returned to the table, seeing the rest of the people gather in the middle of the bar to dance, while Lily took Alex to the dance floor, Zhou and Logan went to try their luck on the mechanical bull and Valtteri found himself talking to the waitress, Y/N took the opportunity to go to the bathroom, she needed to rub some water on the back of her neck, to try to ward off the dizziness from the alcohol and the game. The cold water helped bring sobriety, but not complete sobriety, she was still laughing idly and her cheeks were red.

"Hey pretty girl, you put on a great show out there" she was approached by Lewis, who was waiting for her in the bathroom hallway, he threw her hat on the floor, loving seeing the glow on Y/N's face. "I didn't know you rode like that, doll"

Lewis cornered her between him and the wall, leaving little space between the two, he could smell her perfume mixed with the smell of tequila, which became even more exciting for the pilot. She gasped, Lewis was close enough for her to feel his heat emanate to her, penetrating the layers of clothing and warming her own skin, the alcohol amplifying the sensations.

"Ah, it was just luck, baby" she murmured, resting her hands on his chest, feeling Lewis' muscles contract under her fingers. "If a person sits the right way and holds on firmly, the eight seconds will be a breeze"

"Really? Maybe you can show me how..." He suggested, tucking his thigh between hers, pressing his leg into Y/N's core, Y/N bit the inside of her cheek and moaned softly, they were in the middle of a bar hallway, with so much sexual tension between them that could be cut with a knife, running the risk of being caught, but all she could think about was Lewis's hands on her hips, making her rub against his thigh. Her jean shorts rubbed against her clit, making her shiver.

"D-Do you want to learn?" He stammered, licking his suddenly dry lips.

"Oh yeah, you can't even imagine, doll" he replied breathlessly, Lewis felt the heat of her folds through his jeans, creating a stain on his pants, fuck, she was so wet, so ready for him. "You were so good on that mechanical bull, riding it like a real cowgirl, and fuck, I wondered if you could ride me too, like that."

"Lewis..." Y/N grabbed his shoulders, moving her hips against his thigh, increasing the delicious friction of the jeans against her pussy.

"Yes, doll?" He asked cynically, taking his hands off his hips and continuing to ride the pilot's muscular thigh. Lewis unbuttoned his shorts and stuck his hand between his legs, Y/N moaned loudly when she felt his fingers digging into her clit, swirling with just the right pressure to make her roll her eyes, Y/N began to ride his hand, wiggling every second he played with the sensitive nerve. But the provocation wasn't just cruel to her. His erection ached inside his boxers, throbbing with every moan she made, every moment he felt her wetter around his fingers; Lewis spread her lubrication across her folds, teasing her needy entrance, which clenched around nothing, eager for the filling he promised.

"You're so fucking wet, doll... Dripping on my fingers like a needy little girl" he mocked, penetrating his index finger, feeling her squeeze his finger, making him growl. "Riding on my fingers, so needy of my cock, aren't you baby?

He nibbled on his girlfriend's jaw, drawing whimpers from her, Y/N dug her nails into his shirt, seeking firm support as she rode his hand.

"But we're in public, doll..." He lamented in a hoarse voice, watching S/N close her eyes and frown, concentrating on building your orgasm, increasing the lust that commanded your boyfriend "imagine if we are caught here, while I fuck you like a little whore?" Lewis said with a growl, because Y/N clenched her inner walls around his index finger, "Oh baby... Are you turned on by the idea of getting caught? What a filthy girl you are, getting all wet at the idea of being seen riding me, riding my dick until she cums, such a dirty doll"

The music in the bar increased, drowning out her moans as Y/N approached her peak, ready to cum on Lewis' fingers, but he stopped. Y/N opened her eyes, stunned by the interruption, but Lewis saw her eyes light up at the sight of his exposed erection, the subtle sheen of precum on the red head of his cock made Y/N lick her lips.

Y/N lost her breath as Lewis pumped his dick, loving her reaction.

"Do you want it, baby?" She nodded without even noticing what she was responding to, Y/N got on her knees, opening her mouth to take in the entire length. "Fuck shit, such a good girl for me, taking all my dick so good" He threaded his fingers into her hair, guiding the way she should suck him. Y/N moaned in delight as he pushed her head in, the soft head of his cock hitting the top of her throat, Lewis growled praise when he heard the sound of her gagging, shaking at the vibration of her throat around him. Drool ran down her lips, dripping onto her trembling thighs, and for Lewis, that was too beautiful a sight. He was about to cum.

"Fuck baby, so good..." He groaned, but pulled Y/N away from him, the girl whimpered, her tongue still sticking out of her saliva-glossy mouth. "So fucking perfect.

Lewis lifted her up, quickly ripping off her shorts as he hung her around his waist, Y/N pressed her thighs against his torso and rubbed herself against him, dragging the soaked panties over the pilot's aching erection. He set her panties aside and slid the head of his cock against her clit, Y/N pressed her fingers into his neck, grinding her hips against Lewis, seeking contact.

"Baby" Y/N gasped begging "please, I need it... I need it so much" she hissed in pleasure when she felt Lewis' cock stretching her. It fit so well it made her want to cry. "That's baby, so good"

"Fuck baby, you look so good..." He buried his face in her neck, slamming his hips hard. Lewis had been on edge all night and watching her ride the mechanical bull made him tense, looking forward to her. "I wanted to" he lost his breath when she rotated her hips, squeezing him in the process, he was so close to orgasm it was shameful "I wanted to take longer, but damn"

Her moan was soothing, giving him goosebumps.

"But we can't get caught, I don't want any idiots ogling my dirty little girl". The strength and speed of Lewis's pounding against her lost its way, and Y/N's legs vibrated around him. "with me doll, come with me will you?"

"Yes, yes yes please I'm so... So close, love" Y/N moaned, giving him an open-mouthed kiss, incoherent and eager. "I-I'm going Lew... Fuck I'm going to cum!"

He rotated his hips, hitting her sensitive spot, making her roll her eyes and moan "come on doll, make your mess on my dick, cum for me, love"

Like an automatic command, you fell from the top, wetting Lewis' cock all over as he released his load inside her.

"My beautiful girl" he cupped her face and kissed her. "My beautiful, dirty girl"

When they both returned to the common area of the bar, their friends might have suspected their absence if they hadn't been so drunk. Lewis kissed her cheek, adjusting the hat on Y/N's head, taking the opportunity to murmur:

"When we get home, you're going to ride me, like that mechanical cap, cowgirl"

She laughed eagerly and took off her hat like cowboys did "you bet on that, farm hand"

De todo corazón, para toda mi vida. || CS55

Summary: You were sure of two things in your life, the first is that Carlos loved you and the children with devotion and the second is that he would set the world on fire for you.

cw: Criminal behavior, violence, mention of tantrums. Established relationship, marriage of convenience (?). Mild smut, mild degradation, and filth — if you squint. Poorly translated Spanish, blame Google. Kidnapping, threats, mention of death. Stalking, obsessive behavior, mention of fire

a/n: I admit, this might be my favorite since I started on Tumblr, I loved it. Pay attention to the triggers, thank you 🫶🏼 I don't intend to use any other pilots as antagonists, so no names will be said here.

Previously...

You waited until the school gates closed and there were no more students there, you were on your way to your car when you felt a painful blow to the back of your head and the before falling, you thought about how much blood Carlos would rain down on Madrid until he found you.

Now

The first time you woke up, you were in the trunk of a car, and from the way the vehicle was moving, you assumed they were on one of the country's many highways; even with your feet and hands tied, you crashed until the car driver stopped, probably on the shoulder of the road. You take advantage of the opportunity to put your foot in the face of the man who opened the trunk, he cursed in Spanish and slapped you a few times, not without ensuring that the black bag over your head continued to prevent you from seeing where they were or who they were. You only felt the sting on your neck and it didn't take long for you to be hit by the induced sleep.

The second time you woke up, you were hanging by your wrists in an abandoned warehouse, the lack of light in the place prevented you from trying to know what time it was. You looked at your situation, the chains around your wrists hurt, and you understood that trying to free yourself would only make the injuries worse, your shoulders and arms hurt and you felt the back of your neck — the place of the first blow — throb painfully. However, despite everything you remained calm, you knew that Carlos would find you, he would always find you.

You were staring at the nearest column, thinking about who picked your kids up from school and when exactly Carlos noticed you missing. You looked for your jewelry, there were no signs of your wedding ring, engagement ring or earrings, your turquoise necklace was also missing from your neck, i.e., all the locators that Carlos had given you had been discarded and their location was a mystery. You sighed, this would drive Carlos crazy. These thoughts left you distracted enough not to notice the entry of four men, all masked, not that that would stop Carlos from killing each one of them, whether he knew their identities or not, You looked at the group and despite being perfectly aware that Carlos would save you, you didn't stop feeling afraid, until he found you, a lot could happen.

One of them approached you and grabbed your chin, making your head turn to the left, where there was the mark of the slaps you received in the car and blood from your bruised lip. The man clicked his tongue negatively and moved away, but not enough to make you feel comfortable.

"Mrs. Sainz, I apologize for my men's behavior, I was clear that you should not suffer harm, or rather" he sniffed an amused laugh "more harm than necessary, We don’t want to cause any more commotion for your husband.”

"I appreciate your concern, but it's not that necessary, since they'll be dead soon" you said, moving your shoulders to try to lessen the pain.

The sound of the chains being pulled made you alert and you grunted in pain as you were hoisted higher. Fuck if that didn't hurt.

"You have a pretty smart mouth, don't you, Mrs. Sainz?" He teased, indicating for the chains to rise further, to the point where you no longer felt the ground beneath your feet, and that made you desperate. If your arms weren't already hurting, being lifted without contact with the ground would make things worse.

You huffed, trying to ease the pain in your limbs, but it wasn't enough, the pain was increasing considerably "you know, I needed to win my husband over somehow" you replied.

“I see how…” he replied, and you deliberately ignored his derogatory tone. "Well, now we just have to wait for your esteemed husband to do what we're talking about, or he won't hear that smart mouth teasing him anymore" he chuckled "if that was ever an option"

And you were left alone in the warehouse, hoisted almost a meter above the ground, in pain and very thirsty, if hell were like that, you were starting to rethink your actions in life. Then, very ironically, you began to pray that Carlos would be quick.

He was in the middle of a meeting, Carlos was about to acquire shares in the largest private bank in Spain, a clean deal to keep justice away, expenses declared in the federal revenue, real employees and everything a legitimate business needed. Negotiations were moving slowly, the shareholder was trying to extract more advantages over Carlos, and this was pushing him to the limit. So receiving images of his wife chained to a beam didn't make his mood any more malleable.

He looked at the photos desperately, trying to see how you were or identify the warehouse, and as if Carlos wasn't already on the verge of exploding at the photos, the message below the photos did the job of igniting the bombshell that Carlos Sainz was.

‘I was confused for a moment, what was it about this dull girl that caught your attention? Well, it doesn't matter, you know what we want, increase the payment term or or you will receive pieces of your girl in gift boxes.’

That made Carlos literally growl with hatred, they had messed with one of the few things Carlos cared about, making the monster inside him demand retaliation, demand his wife back and he would be damned if he didn't bring you home safe and sound. He tried to speak to his security guards, but there were no answers, no one answered him and this only made him even angrier. While he was activating the elevator, Carlos made some calls, moving all the men he had at his disposal, sending them to his children's school, Carlos called his father, asking the Sainz patriarch to pick up the twins from school and take care of them, without exposing what had happened to you.

Caco, was next to him, trying to find out what had happened to his security guards, why weren't any of them answering? Why didn't they stop the kidnapping? He made calls to the school where the twins studied, the day's recordings could clarify the doubts that were emerging.

"Did you get anything?" He asked his cousin when they entered the car, Caco He gave a frustrated sigh as he started the SUV's engine and headed to the mansion, where Carlos had already given instructions to some of his most loyal men to wait for him.

"The school's cameras were undergoing maintenance, I had the buildings next door checked, one of my men said that there were several bodies spread out on the school's avenue, that is, no eyewitnesses" he explained, driving without caring about the traffic or the red light at the traffic lights, Carlos violently slapped the dashboard, to vent some of his anger and despair; Carlos couldn't distance himself from the guilt he felt, it was his fault, none of this would have happened to you if he had been more careful, and he was paying for his mistake, dealing with the possibility of losing you once and for all.

But he would bring hell to Earth before he lost you, and may God have mercy on whoever hurt you.

When he arrived home, Carlos had more news, his bodyguards had been executed at the north exit of the city and one of the hackers working for Carlos warned that the tracker signals in the jewelry you wore had disappeared. He roared in anger.

"I search all the holes in this city, talk to all the rats, beat and kill whoever is necessary, someone must know who took my wife. Make it clear that I will turn this city into hell if anyone is covering for the bastard who took Y/N from me" he ordered, seeing the men disperse. "Caco, talk to the security secretary, bribe him, threaten, do the devil, but make him cooperate, he owes us so let's demand it."

The lieutenant nodded, it was a job to do personally "I spoke to Charles and he said that Pierre closed the borders with Spain, if anyone tries to cross with his wife, he will know"

"Eso está bien, bien"¹ Carlos stammered, calling the hacker to the office while his cousin went on a mission. "Where was the car found, exactly?"

Ollie Bearman was a phenomenal hacker who was in Spain as a favor from Lewis to Carlos a few weeks ago, and Sainz was trying to convince the boy to stay and command the family's cyber operations. "It's an exit to the interior of the state, they could have gone anywhere there, I managed to move some soldiers to check the nearby cities, I'll bring news in a few hours"

Carlos sank into the chair, he knew that every second was valuable and the chances of finding you alive were decreasing, increasing the anger and fear within him

Later, the news reported the chaos that the Spanish capital was in, a frightening trail of blood and bodies through the city streets, a warning to whoever was with you. The population was afraid of going out into the street and ending up being involved in this frightening wave of brutal violence that Carlos was inciting; the government had directed its army to calm the situation, but it was very effective, the military did not know the city's alleys and alleys like Carlos' people did. The mafioso successfully conveyed his message, people gave clues, told the rumors they heard. In one day, Carlos managed to exterminate more than half of the city's petty criminals.

Caco returned hours later, the bloodstains on the lieutenant's white shirt made it clear that the conversation had been a little more energetic than it should have been "the secretary sent some agents to meet Y/N and tried to negotiate some terms of the agreement, but I managed to convince him that it was an act of solidarity"

At that moment, Carlos was nothing more than a beast, he himself had gone to the place where his jewelry had been discarded, very far from where his security guards' car was found. Nothing useful had been found.

He was listening to what his cousin had gotten from the secretary when his cell phone vibrated with the arrival of a new message, which contained only one attachment: a photo where you were chained to a beam, there was blood staining your pink t-shirt, your face was covered with a black bag, and there was a small stain of blood on the floor below you.

Carlos swallowed his anger and analyzed the photo, you were in an abandoned warehouse, but nothing revealed what the warehouse's previous activities had been, there was no one near you either, no one he could recognize. He checked you and noticed a subtle detail, your necklaces, rings and bracelets were indeed gone, but your delicate silver anklet rested forgotten on your left foot, and that gave him hope. Carlos was a careful man, few of your jewelry did not have trackers, just as the twins also wore bracelets with trackers. Carlos went straight to the suite he shared with you, he thought all of your jewelry had been discarded but the anklet was still there so he could track you; Carlos took the tablet and opened the location program, activating the small sensor on your ankle bracelet, seeing the red dot glow in the industrial district, northeast of Madrid. Hope shook his heart, he would have you back.

Ollie managed to unravel the encryption that hid the sender of the message. A cocaine dealer who had open debts and thought that kidnapping and attacking you would make Carlos extend the deadline. He only managed to hasten his own death.

Carlos was a strategic man, he didn't let his emotions take control of his decisions, so he left the photo with Ollie, in case of any eventuality and took a shower, called his children and organized the weapons; he liked practical weapons, namely pistols and semiautomatics, that could be attached to his holsters and hips. He didn't like carrying weapons in slings, it wasn't elegant.

"You will stay, if I die, you are my successor until Santi grows up and decides if this is what he wants to do" he ordered the lieutenant before getting into the car, a small group would follow with him. "As for that mouse's family... Kill them all"

The McLaren left the property at speed, roaring like a monster, declaring the immeasurable and cold fury that consumed the head of the Sainz family.

You no longer felt your arms, the pain was so intense that it numbed your limbs, you had been attacked again, because Carlos set the city on fire after you, and he had not extended the time, as demands had been made; you were breathing hard as you were thirsty and your ribs hurt. You were so tired, but feared sleeping, your captor made it clear that the attacks had stopped, but that he would not contain his men if they tried anything against you. Any noise made you alert, rats scurried under your feet and by God, you could smell the horrible smell of cockroaches, you hated to think that your faith and determination were breaking they broke as time passed. Speaking of time, you didn't even know how long you had been there, hours or days, the notion of time was so nebulous.

To distract yourself from the panic that was growing without stopping, you wondered who picked Elena and Santiago up from school, if they had lunch, or if they knew what had happened. You hoped no one had said it, Elena was sensitive and would cry non-stop and Santiago would be catatonic. It was better to prevent your twins from suffering this stress, because you would be saved.

I needed to believe that until the last second.

The chains shook hard, making your arms and hands vibrate with pain, and then you fell, twisting your ankle; you were being dragged across the filthy floor in a hurry, the cracks of gunfire kept you alert, your husband had arrived, Carlos hadn't left you. Even though you were weak and in pain, you struggled, trying to loosen the chains, but a strong slap made you slower and more docile, making it easier to drag you along the ground.

You felt something press against your temple and you were suddenly lifted up.

"I expected nothing less than El Matador" The kidnapper said, and you heard the security lock being deactivated, a cold shiver made you whimper, there was no more pride, vanity or anything left, you were afraid of dying there, there was still so much you wanted to do with your family. "Don't come any closer or I'll blow her brains out."

"You can try" Carlos said, there was so much anger in his voice, so much hate that you barely recognized his voice. "Te llevaré a casa, cariño, lo prometo"

You cried, trying to free yourself, but you received a butt against the back of the head, and then passed out. You didn't hear Carlos' frightening scream, nor did you see him jump at you and the kidnapper. He managed to get the drug dealer away from you and landed a series of powerful punches on the man's face, seeing you get hit with a butt was the final point to let everything bad out. Minutes later, he left with you on his lap, carrying you with such care that he was afraid you would break. You woke up just when the warehouse exploded, ending the life of whoever had kidnapped you once and for all

"I knew you would come..." you said tiredly, snuggling against his chest, ignoring the jolts of pain that made your body shake "I never doubted it"

"I would never leave you, mi amor, I will always come for you, always." He promised, looking at you, trying to wipe the dried blood from your face. "I'm sorry about that, I should have been more careful, put more men in your security."

"it's not your fault-..." You coughed and tried to sleep, but he stopped you. "We're coming home, hermosa, do not sleep"

Despite everything, you felt safe, you were finally with Carlos and you were going home, you would see your children, you would be grateful for the new chance you had gained. A doctor was waiting when you got home, you were inspected completely, several tests were done and you just wanted to get some rest before seeing the twins, Carlos didn't allow you to sleep until the doctor approved, he gave you a bath, dressed you and let you sleep to talk to the doctor.

"There are no fractures, fortunately, just more serious abrasions and bruises. She will be fine in a few weeks, let her rest fully, keep her hydrated" the doctor explained, delivering the prescription with pain medication. He let his cousin take the doctor to the door and went to see you, Carlos found you hugging his pillow, a wrinkle of pain present on your face, but the relief of being home was almost an aura around him.

Carlos sat on the bed, brushing the hair that fell into his face, watching you sleep peacefully. He had killed every man in that warehouse with his bare hands, your husband made your name become a threat to Spain, the neighboring countries prepared for a civil war that could spread, he would lead the country to ashes for you and let everyone know that.

"I will take care of you, our family forever, mi amor, with all my heart, for all my life.

Glossary

I'll take you home love, I promise.

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Sweet As Cherry || CS55

Summary: Where Carlos is obsessed with the smell of cherries that his girlfriend emanates.

cw: pure obscenity, Carlos!dom, reader!sub, dominant behavior, teasing, smut, p in v, receiving oral, fingering, choking, overstimulation, alternate universe, omegaverse

a/n: Where did this come from? Only God and the voices in my head know. This is dirty, low, filthy and I don't regret anything here, so accept it and enjoy 🫶🏼 Can someone teach me how to stop obsessing over Carlos Sainz? Thaaaanks

"Carlos, love... I need to study" she moaned, trying to close her legs while Carlos held her thighs tightly, he hadn't lifted his head for even a second. "B-Baby p-please" Y/N stuttered, digging her fingers into his hair, trying to push him away, but Carlos responded by sucking her clit more eagerly.

It was a normal morning, he was sorting out some things with the sponsors, Y/N was catching up on her study schedule, but then the sweet, soft smell of cherries and honey began to emanate. Carlos knew, S/N's heat was coming.

His little omega was going into heat, making Carlos respond to the unconscious stimuli she gave him, and Carlos was 100% sure that if he put his fingers in her pussy, he would find her wet. And the certainty of that made his mouth water, increasing his desire for the little rabbit sprawled on the couch. Unpretentiously, Carlos made his own pheromones emanate as well, seeing S/N wave her hand in the air like a fan, her skin glistened with a thin layer of sweat; Y/N tied her hair up and decided to sit on the floor, trying to stay cool, but the heat grew.

When Carlos noticed her nipples poking through the thin fabric of the summer dress she was wearing, he pounced. Y/N didn't even notice when she was placed back on the couch. Carlos growled when he saw the wet spot on her panties.

Carlos didn't even think before ripping off her delicate lingerie and diving into her pussy, he growled when her taste stopped on his tongue, the smell of cherries and honey increased, leaving Carlos hungrier, more in need of her.

He licked her like the hungry lion he was, sliding his warm tongue through Y/N's sensitive folds, she arched until her back was off the couch, moaning loud and sweet as he sucked on the sensitive bud. He was willing to devour his little rabbit, make her melt on his tongue, go stupid around his cock, he wanted her, fuck.

"Your smell, that honey and cherry smell of yours is driving me crazy," he murmured, biting the inside of her thighs.

He went back to licking her, smearing himself in her juices, S/N's breathing was shallow and became even more rarefied when Carlos's large hand pressed against her throat, This resulted in a cherry and honey bomb, she whimpered, grinding herself into Carlos' face. He groaned with surrender, with Y/N's need.

She gasped loudly as the orgasm built in her stomach, shaking all of Y/N's muscles, then Carlos pulled away, hearing his girlfriend cry out in agony at the interruption of her orgasm.

"No, no bunny, you're not going to cum now" he said, shoving two fingers into her tight hole, enjoying the tightness of the plush walls around his ring and index fingers. "You can hold it for me, won't you, baby?"

"Carlos" she pleaded, Carlos loved seeing the tears shining in her eyes, damn she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen and knowing that Y/N was his made the alpha's chest rumble with satisfaction. "I n-need it so much"

"Shh, I know, I know," he said, pulling his fingers in and out without stopping, enjoying how she trembled and grabbed the pillows, with nothing more than desperation and hunger. "You're my good girl, aren't you? My obedient bunny, you're not going to cum now"

Carlos allowed his hand to grow sharp claws and carefully, he tore open Y/N's delicate dress, leaving her naked for him. He slid his sharp claws across her skin, making Y/N shiver. Carlos leaned over her, leaving bite marks on her shoulders, breasts and neck — which unfortunately for him, wouldn't stay for long.

"P-Please" she whimpered, hitting him with more omega perfume, getting Carlos drunk on cherry and honey, Carlos' dick was so hard it hurt, he was dying to get inside Y/N, being smothered by her heat, fucking her until they were both senseless.

"Not yet baby" he increased the pressure in her throat, making her roll her eyes and push her hips against his hand, wanting him to go deeper. "Just a little longer, bunny"

She cried, digging her nails into his forearm, Carlos knew, Y/N wouldn't do anything he wouldn't let her, even if she really needed to cum, that was the alpha-omega dynamic, only Y/N could give Carlos the satisfaction he wanted and only Carlos would give Y/N everything she needed.

Sainz moved away from her, listening to his girlfriend's pleading cries, Carlos took off his own clothes in desperation and pulled them by the legs, until Y/N felt the head of his cock rubbing against her clit, making her even more sensitive. Carlos growled as he thrust inch by inch of his cock into her warm and soft girlfriend, he himself rolled his eyes when his entire length was suffocated by her, the beast scratched the walls of his chest, wanting to take over, wanting to dominate S/N completely.He pressed his fingers against Y/N's pelvic bones, keeping her still as he felt himself warm.

"Kiss me, please," she begged tearfully and moaned gratefully when he granted her request, feeling her taste on Carlos' tongue and everything went to space when she felt him pull away and penetrate her again with force, causing an explosion in her body.

"Just a little more, bunny, just a little more" he murmured, nibbling on her lips and chin, Carlos thrust without mercy, hitting the sensitive spot inside her so many times that Y/N didn't even know how hadn't come yet.

She scratched his back, wrapping her legs around his waist, the two of them were a sweaty, dirty mess, the limit was near. His thrusts became sloppy, the kiss became slow and S/N more impatient.

"Now baby, give it to me now" he growled and she moaned softly, Carlos pressed his fingers tighter into her, loving how her face relaxed and took on features of pure ecstasy. "That's right baby, my good girl, fuck" he said as he came, staining her soft walls with his cum. "My good bunny"

He kissed her, wrapping his arms around her body as he carefully pulled out of her, Carlos took her to the bedroom, Y/N needed a bath and care and he would be damned if he didn't take good care of her.

What it's like to date them || F1 Grid

cw: cuteness, display of affection, obscenity (?), a little dirty and degrading, love in its purest form.

starring: LH44, CS55, CL16, LN4, OP81, MV1 x latina!fem reader

a/n: after days without posting anything, I'm back, before you ask, I have the draft of Underworld Sun started, I have a Toto oneshot halfway through and something else in the draft, however,I wanted to write this because I know you like it and I like to make my readers happy, so enjoy!

he is a complete gentleman, he opens doors for you, pulls out chairs for you to sit down;

LEWIS HAMILTON:

even though he is very discreet, he makes sure everyone knows that you are his;

he loves it when you wear his clothes publicly or clothes with his name and/or number on them;

flowers, gifts, even a car, he loves to spoil you with anything you want;

jealous? Absolutely not, he knows that no one is good enough to attract his attention;

he loves your legs, completely in love with them and loves them even more when they are around his waist or head;

kisses on the hand and forehead are common things in your daily lives;

he loves it when you speak to him in his native language, he pretends he doesn't understand anything just to see you blush when he asks what it means;

there are many photos of you on his Instagram, without any further comments;

he likes privacy, so no quick sex in risky places;

in fact, he hates quick sex because he likes to fuck you in his own time, without rushing;

'Mrs. Hamilton's, 'my love', 'my life', 'darling', that's all he talks to you about.

but it's not because you're not going to have sex in some risky place that he won't tease you, he fucking loves seeing you trying to control yourself, keeping your composure;

fetish for compliments? Yes;

even if they are degrading compliments;

“You're so beautiful, baby, how can someone so beautiful be so depraved?”

you are the paddock's favorite couple;

CARLOS SAINZ:

he carries your bag or anything you have in your hand;

'mi reina', 'corazón', 'mi tesoro', 'mi cielo' is what he always calls you;

he takes you to Mallorca whenever he can;

sex in the car, sex in the driver's lounge, sex after the races, sex anywhere;

if there is an argument, his father is on his side;

you hate that he pays for things for you, but he doesn't care, he will pay for anything you want;

he is always, always touching you;

he always takes you to parties where he knows Latin music will be playing, because he loves to see you dance;

he loves to fuck you in your old bedroom at your parents' house, with your family downstairs;

long, overstimulating foreplay;

cute declarations of love in spanish and italian because yes;

he loves dancing reggaeton, salsa, samba or bachata with you;

yours, completely yours. He dedicates victories to you, you are the one he turns to in bad times, it is always about you;

sometimes he doesn't pay attention to what you say because he's obsessed with the movements of your mouth, he loves your mouth, kisses you whenever he can and loves the feeling of your lips around his cock;

kink size, kink size, kink, size, kink size, kink size;

"Don't make noise, corazón, we don't want your parents to hear you moaning, right?"

you are always holding hands, in any situation, anywhere;

CHARLES LECLERC:

he himself took his things to his house, clothes, cosmetics, books...;

he records TikTok trends with you;

he loves kissing you, from little pecks, cute kisses, to those that take your breath away and leave you anxious;

he understands a little Spanish and no Portuguese, but he loves to hear you speak and tries to use Google Translate (and fails miserably);

dance with him, dance for him, for God's sake just dance;

he loves your home country, loves knowing that you come from a different culture than his and wants to learn everything;

you are always traveling around your country, he loves dating a Latin girl;

it takes you to the best places in Monaco;

and fucks you in all of them;

'mon amour', mon cœur, 'mon ange', 'mon bébé', 'douceur', are some of the nicknames he calls you;

even if it is risky;

he installed The Sims on his computer for you to play;

He always wants you, his desire for you knows no bounds;

call him to fuck anytime, he will want to. Always;

he prepares movie sessions for you in the living room;

he cooks for you (and he's good at it);

Leo likes you more than you like him, and he loves it;

he always takes you to the Paddock, but keeps you away from Max Verstappen (for safety);

he loves (a lot) your hips, he's always touching them, holding them tightly, he's in love with that part of your body and loves it when you wear clothes that highlight this area;

"S'il te plaît, mon amour, sit on my face"

he's a complete sucker for you;

LANDO NORRIS:

there are few things he loves more than you;

he is literally the guy who likes to get hit by beautiful women;

especially if it's you;

he loves (so fucking much) when you speak Spanish or Portuguese to him;

and is learning the language;

wear his clothes and have him on his knees for you;

he buys you many, many books, just so you read to him;

always posts photos of yourself on Instagram stories;

quality time, absolutely, he loves spending time with you;

he is completely versatile, he has no problem letting you take charge sometimes;

he actually loves it when you boss him around;

unexpected trips, gifts, he loves to spoil you;

he likes to leave marks on you, nothing too rude, just something that reminds you of him at random times;

no problem teasing you in public, seeing you blushing and breathless without being able to react is his guilty pleasure;

very much in favor of caresses on the back of the neck or chin;

you can interrupt when he is playing, but only you;

he looks for you at the end of races, before anyone else;

'my dear', 'sweetie', 'bae' are the ways he likes to call you;

he loves it when you sit on his lap voluntarily;

he loves your eyes, but he doesn't deny that your breasts are his favorite part;

he sleeps with his hand on his chest, always;

"Five minutes, I just need five minutes with you, sweetie."

he likes to keep things low-key, call him low profile if you want;

OSCAR PIASTRI:

literally the kind of guy who only smiles with his girlfriend;

he is the good guy, he buys you flowers, drops you off at home, sends you letters, buys you chocolates;

the guy your parents would like you to marry;

the guy who always makes you cum before him (multiple times);

makes a point of leaving a discreet reference to you on the helmets;

buy food and things that remind you of your country;

as much as he love to see you speaking your native language, he feel embarrassed to ask you to speak;

he always does what you want because he knows you will do what he wants in bed;

words of affirmation, but always by letter or text message;

he has a sweet face, angelic even, but he's the kind of guy who takes you to the limit, makes you cum multiple times, leaves you overstimulated;

take him to see your country, he will love seeing the place where you grew up;

a little basic? Yes, he just calls you 'love' or 'angel' and you love it;

He will make a point of participating in your hobbies or reading your favorite books so he can talk to you;

he is a fan of soap operas, he watches them all with you;

he listens to his favorite playlists;

he loves your hands, his hand is always intertwined with yours;

but he also loves your legs, he wastes a lot of minutes of his life looking at them when you wear skirts, shorts and dresses;

"Can you give me one more, honey? I know you can"

MAX VERSTAPPEN:

he's crazy about you, completely and utterly in love with you;

that's why he's your number one fan, he follows everything you do, he roots for you and he doesn't try to hide it;

yes, he's jealous and hates other people wanting you, after all you are his;

but he loves it when you wear clothes that flatter you and insists that you wear them, after all anyone who tries something against you will have to fight with him;

He is intense, and he makes sure you know, the kisses, the touches, all his demonstrations towards you carry this intensity;

he loves to do what you want, spoiling you is the least he does;

be a spoiled brat, he will love it;

he will fight anyone for you;

he loves the fact that you are Latina, he loves it when you speak to him in Spanish or Portuguese;

he loves when you cook for him;

he always gives you tulips, he knows you don't like roses;

he doesn't care about the place or who is listening, he will want to fuck you anywhere, as long as they don't see you;

speaking of which, he prefers to see you from above, or any other position that sees your face;

breeding kink? yes. brat behavior? yes!

he loves to dominate you, make you needy and anxious for him;

'mijn liefde', 'mijn engel', 'mijn meisje', he prefers these nicknames to refer to you;

he likes to text you;

or when you wear his clothes;

whatever you want, it's yours;

root for him and you'll have the best night of your life (until he gives you another one)

"Don't be spoiled, dear, I always give you what you want"

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Moon Spell || CS55

summary: They were fated to love someone they hated. There was no spell, no grudge, no curse that could break the bond that united them, doomed to die in the feelings they fiercely nurtured. The Moon had determined it and there was nothing they could do to stop it.

“These violent pleasures have violent ends, and die in their triumph, like fire and gunpowder, which, when they kiss, consume each other. The sweetest honey is disgusting in its own sweetness, and its taste confuses the palate.”

cw: Violence, conflict, soulmates, blood, magic, alternate universe, obscenity, pure filth, chaos, fighting, swearing, intense hatred, love, mention of death, blood.

a/n: This came to celebrate Carlos' birthday and to open the new phase of my profile. This is supposed to have five chapters, no more, no less. I don't know what else to say, so read on!

starring: werewolf!Carlos x witch!Fem reader

Part One: We Were Born To Die

”Choose your last words, this is the last time 'Cause you and I, we were born to die”

Europe, 1498.

She packed all her belongings into a deep leather bag, threw in crystals, grimoires, a few candles, and other magical items; she couldn't stay there long, her hiding place had been discovered and soon crazy fanatics would be there to drag her to the stake. She couldn't waste her family's sacrifice in keeping her alive.

“Let's go, Spix, let's not wait for those madmen to take us to the fire or the gallows” she said, picking up the cat and putting it in the basket. Toledo was no longer a safe place, in fact there was no safe place, with the frightening religious fanaticism that the kings of Spain were feeding, everyone was suspected of witchcraft and heresy, women were dragged to the catacombs of churches and were never seen again.

S/N saw husbands hand over their wives, fathers hand over their daughters, everyone wanted the silver coins that the Church was offering. She needed to get away from this, S/N knew that her neighbors were suspicious of her, a woman living alone on the outskirts of the village attracted attention. She couldn't leave any room for bad luck.

She threw a black cape over her simple dress, tightened her boots, and left the house, saying goodbye silently. That house where her parents lived their entire lives, where she herself spent her life, would soon be burned down, so many memories would be turned into ashes; He didn't look back, he clutched the bag under his arm and ran into the woods, listening to Spix's meows, nestled in the bag.

The moonlight illuminated her steps, ensuring that she managed to avoid roots and holes in the ground and it wasn't long before she heard the angry shouts of the villagers, She hid behind a thick trunk and saw the torches shining in the darkness, they cried out the name of God, calling her a witch and accusing her of heresy. S/N heard her door being broken down.

It wouldn't be long before they noticed her absence and went hunting for her in the forest. She needed to run far away, get away from poor fanatics after a few dozen silver coins. Her life wasn't worth that.

She made her way to a remote part of the forest, where wolves and other wild animals hid. No villager would dare to go there, after all, no one wanted to become wolf food.

When she passed through the oak arch, a shiver shook her insides, S/N looked at the sky and the Moon shone so brightly that it illuminated small patches of darkness in the forest, and a thought made her stop: It was a full moon night and the werewolves would go out to hunt.

She was vulnerable in the middle of the woods, with only a small dagger in the pocket of her cloak and her magic. Anyway, she hoped that no werewolves would cross her path, or she would have a lot of problems besides angry Catholics.

She went deeper into the forest, even Spix's meows fell silent. In fact, there was no sound at all, the wind did not cut through the trees, the leaves did not rustle, not even the nocturnal animals screeched in their hiding places. Until a deep sound echoed, an angry growl that betrayed hunger.

Y/N gripped the dagger with trembling fingers, witches and werewolves had hated each other since the first dawn, if it really was a hungry werewolf there, she would love to devour her, just for the pleasure of destroying her; he took a deep breath and ran between the trees, whatever it was, he wasn't going to risk staying there, even though turning his back was already a high risk.

She ended up in a clearing completely lit by the moon, the exact same clearing where she and her mother used to perform rituals to thank the goddess for the harvest and the coven celebrated.

But that was before Ferdinand and Isabella began their persecution. Before she saw her friends burn at the stake, her parents die on the gallows.

A dark bark stopped her in the middle of the clearing, Y/N heard the branches being broken and the frightening sound of teeth chattering. Her heart accelerated painfully, she was terrified, maybe she could make the roots hold him, but her magic wasn't strong enough for that.

Her magic core was weak and did not have enough strength to channel forces of nature. She would have to make do with an iron dagger and the help of the goddess.

— ☽ —

It was the night of the full moon and he could feel the effects surging through his body since early on, and there was a strange feeling present in his chest. Carlos felt that something was going to happen that night, and it wouldn't just be the milestone of his thirty years of age.

He saw his father cross the small village with a group of refugees, religious madness had arrived in those parts and was terrorizing his people, there was no one who did not fear being dragged into the church basement. No one wanted to be tortured and killed.

“Stop daydreaming and go help your sister, that roof is still going to fall on her head” he heard his mother order.

“Where is her husband? That’s that lazy bastard’s responsibility,” he questioned, but received a click of his tongue in return. He growled in irritation, Carlos would beat up his brother-in-law as soon as he could. And he wouldn't care about his sister's crying or his father's lecture.

He trudged over to his sister's shack, seeing Blanca hanging from the roof, hammering some nails into the central beam. This only made him growl even more, he really was going to punch his brother-in-law in the face as soon as he got the chance.

“Blanca, what the hell are you doing there?" He stopped far enough away to see his sister, Blanca wiped the sweat on her forehead and glared at him mockingly.

“I think I'm baking bread, what do you think?” she retorted sarcastically.

“And where is your useless husband? He must be sleeping…”

“Don't talk about him like that, you know his health is fragile” She tries to defend her husband, but this only increases Carlos' irritation.

“He's a werewolf, Blanca, the only fragile thing about him is his will to work” Carlos growled “Get down from there, I'll take care of this, since your husband is as useless as a leaky bucket!”

The woman came down from the roof, and Carlos took her place, still complaining about his sister's husband and insisting on hammering the boards hard, not caring if it would wake the sleeping man. Work distracted him from the strange feeling in his chest, he didn't know how the full moon night would end, but he knew something would happen.

Only when the sun began to set on the horizon did Carlos finish repairs to his sister's house — not without landing two hard punches in the face of his brother-in-law who dared to complain about the noise. He needed to prepare, As it was the first night of the full moon, the effects would be more intense, and he needed to prepare his body and mind to allow the beast to command him.

As night fell, Carlos felt the involuntary spasms and his gums itched, the bones in his legs and arms cracked painfully, anticipating the metamorphosis.

And of course, the sensation increased along with the discomfort, the beast inside him scratched the walls, howling as if it was foretelling something. Maybe it was the villagers appearing on the edge of their land, maybe it was the witches who had returned, it could be anything.

Any damn thing.

When the transformation, he began to run between the trees, smelling the wet grass, the animals nestled in their dens, Carlos felt the wet earth under his feet and when he realized it, he was running on four legs, his peripheral vision was greater and his sense of smell could perceive things dozens of meters away.

He stopped abruptly and howled at the full moon, announcing the arrival of his birthday. That morning Carlos had turned thirty and there was nothing like fresh venison to celebrate.

He sniffed the air, searching for his prey and licked his sharp teeth when he caught the scent of a fox lurking in the bushes. The huge wolf followed the scent into the clearing, his eyes fixed on the distracted fox, he was about to pounce when a different scent filled the air.

The sweet scent of lavender and lemon hit his nose like a blow, disorienting the lycanthrope and he turned his skull, searching for the source of the smell and It wasn't long before the leaves on the far edge of the clearing parted and revealed a girl. Up close, her scent was more striking, more mystical.

Witch.

He growled, angry that she had disrupted his hunt and stirred his senses. His heart was pounding and he studied the girl, she was running away and looked terrified, the witch was sweating under her thick cloak and breathing quickly, her eyes scanning the trees and the wolf knew she was aware of his presence.

He could hear her heart beating and the wind started to blow again, carrying her scent to him and he growled, torn between wanting to smell her up close and killing her.

Werewolves had been killing witches since the beginning of time and his nature insisted that he rip out the girl's little neck. She pulled out a small metal dagger and he grunted with laughter, the little witch really thought an iron dagger would stop him.

He was eager to see her try.

With a powerful leap, the werewolf stopped in front of her, seeing her gasp in fright, her heartbeat increasing to the point of occupying all of the creature's sensitive hearing.

That was his feeling, somehow someone would die that night, either him or the little witch, after all that was the final outcome — regardless of how many ages his existence could drag on, at some point he would die. And the little witch too.

After all, all creatures are born to die.

But fate changed its course along with the path of the wind as soon as the wolf met the witch's eyes.

That could only be a bad joke from the Moon.

Moon Spell || CS55

summary: They were fated to love someone they hated. There was no spell, no grudge, no curse that could break the bond that united them, doomed to die in the feelings they fiercely nurtured. The Moon had determined it and there was nothing they could do to stop it.

“These violent pleasures have violent ends, and die in their triumph, like fire and gunpowder, which, when they kiss, consume each other. The sweetest honey is disgusting in its own sweetness, and its taste confuses the palate.”

cw: Violence, conflict, soulmates, blood, magic, alternate universe, obscenity, pure filth, chaos, fighting, swearing, intense hatred, love, mention of death, blood.

a/n: I'm excited about this story because I love werewolves and witches so I can't stop reading it. This will be the last one posted until I update Underworld Sun, because I've been owing this update for a few days.

starring: werewolf!Carlos x witch!Fem reader

1. we were born to die;

Part Two: Monsters

One misstep, you're mine And you better stay clever if you wanna survive

Her breath caught in her chest as she saw the massive beast emerging from the bushes, its fangs as big as the blade of her dagger, its eyes gleaming like molten gold and stared at him with nothing but murderous fury. Being the first night of the full moon, Y/N could feel the deep magic of lycanthropy within him, vibrating the beast's solid muscles and teasing his senses, making it tastier prey than any animal in the forest.

It was a bad day to be with your magic so weak.

The werewolf began to surround her and Y/N did the same, she couldn't give him a chance to attack from behind, dying wasn't in her plans. Whether from angry villagers or from that hungry werewolf. Her eyes remained glued to the massive creature in front of her, she couldn't take her eyes off the wolf's dangerous fangs; her fingers pressed the dagger and she took a deep breath, asking for wisdom and strength to get out of that situation.

“I’m not going to die tonight, beast, so I hope you don’t mind when I use your fur as a blanket,” she said. Y/N knew how to poke a mindless beast with twice her strength and huge teeth were dangerous, but she had never been a sensible witch, and now was not the time to start being one.

The moon shone even brighter in the sky and an ancient shiver ran down her spine. At that moment, the wind carried whispers in an ancient voice to her. Whispers that she didn't like to hear and Before she could think, her magic core was gone and her body lost its strength. She fainted, dropping her dagger, dropping her bag; the black kitten purred, ignoring the werewolf standing there, much more concerned about his owner. Spix pressed his feline snout to the witch's face, waiting for her to wake up.

Trapped in her subconscious, Y/N looked around, recognizing the tiny kitchen of the cottage she shared with her parents, the smell of her mother's familiar herbal tea made the girl whimper. She missed her mother so much, her advice and love, and that smell made things less unbearable to deal with.

She heard light, rhythmic footsteps and saw her mother enter the room, wearing the raw cotton dress and white stone necklace, so characteristic that they made her eyes burn.

“Would you like some tea, dear? You look hungry,” she heard her mother say. “The rye bread is fresh, have a piece, will you?”

"Mommy?” She spoke softly, approaching fearfully and touching the woman's face, and when she felt the soft texture of the older woman's cheek, Y/N finally gave in to tears. “I missed you, mommy!”

The older one hugged her before Y/N fell to her knees on the floor, the younger witch felt herself being dragged to a chair.

“I missed you too my little sunshine, don't cry anymore, your dad and I are fine, glad you're safe”

“This is so unfair, you didn't deserve to die like this, I w-wanted to help...” she sobbed, her face hidden in her mother's shoulder.

“Shhhh it's okay, there's nothing you could do dear, and I honestly don't regret saving your life, I didn't give birth to you to watch you die, dear, stop crying over things that are beyond your reach,” she said, making the girl look at her and wiped her tears. “Let's not waste this precious time we have with complaints and tears, I need to tell you something... Something important that will change your future”

The young witch's still tearful face contorted in confusion and she saw her mother smile, stroking her damp cheeks.

“W-what do you mean?”

Y/N saw her mother sigh loudly “After tonight, nothing will be the same, my love, it's time to stop the killing between our people and the lycanthropes”

“M-Me?” she laughed in disbelief “I can barely keep my magic core stable, how can I stop something that has been going on for centuries?!”

“You young people are so impatient, let me explain, we don’t have much time, so be quiet,” her mother scolded. “There are few things in the world that are truly unbreakable, the bond of partnership between a werewolf and his destined one is one of those things and you are on the other end of the cord, my dear.”

S/N stood up, her mother couldn't be serious, it could only be a joke in bad taste.

“I can’t mate with a werewolf! I’m a witch.”

“But you are, and that will change the history of our people, S/N,” the older witch said seriously. “We are being persecuted and killed by madmen who use the name of God to justify their sins” She paused for a few seconds, reinforcing her speech “We cannot protect ourselves on both fronts, my little sun, we need to choose our battles and it is time to stop fighting with the wolves”

“But why me?! I’m not the best option to negotiate peace in a thousand-year-old war!”

“But you will, I can't give you any more details, I know you will do the right thing, just follow your heart, it always knows the right direction” the woman said, getting up to get some tea.

“Then I will have to kill him, because that is where my heart is going.”

Y/N grumbled in disbelief. As if her life wasn't already busy enough.

“Don’t be petulant, girl, and accept the goddess’s designs, she knows what she’s doing and I know you’ll be happy.”

Y/N sighed, feeling like she was waking up, so her time with her mother was close to ending.

“I don’t want to say goodbye, take me with you”

“I would never do that to you, my love... You have a beautiful life ahead of you and I know you will be happy, trust me, okay?”

The little witch sniffed and nodded.

“You are never alone, and live your life the best way you can, your father and I love you, dear.” Y/N felt a kiss on her forehead and saw everything fade before her eyes.

— ☽ —

The werewolf watched the witch fall to the ground unconscious. It was a strange thing, because he hadn't even intended to attack her—yet. In other times he would have taken advantage and satisfied his hunger, but his instincts told him otherwise. The werewolf approached slowly, but stopped when he saw the cat bristle and growl in his direction. That cat was a totem linked to the unconscious witch, and if he tried to attack her, he would probably have to deal with that stupid cat.

The wolf licked his teeth, he couldn't kill the witch, but he couldn't retreat either, his paws kept moving forward even though the cat was ready to scratch his snout. The moon grew brighter and a bit of rationality came to the werewolf's mind, the creature poked the witch's cheek, receiving no response.

As delicately as he could, he gathered the belongings that had fallen out of the bag with his nose and teeth and thought of a way to put it on his back. The cat watched the whole process and He gave a meow that, to the werewolf's ears, sounded like mockery, and before he could grab the kitten, the werewolf saw the cat digging in the ground near the witch and understood what the little animal wanted. Within minutes a large hole next to the witch's unconscious body was opened, the werewolf entered the hole and pulled the witch by the cape with his teeth, making her fall onto her back. With the girl unconscious, the wolf jumped until he was out of the hole, being careful not to knock her over and shouted carefully, being closely followed by the black cat, the moonlight flickered slightly before hiding behind a cloud.

The werewolf kept his pace short until he reached his small village, only children, some pregnant women and elderly people were present, all the rest spread out into the forest to hunt and give in to instincts. He entered the furthest cabin from the village, and laid the witch on the bed, she remained unconscious and he left, leaving the cat at the door. He wasn't happy about having a witch so close to his people, but his instincts screamed to catch her and keep her close.

He left the unconscious witch there and ran back into the woods, he needed to eat and he needed to stay away from her, or he would end up killing the girl and something in his bones told him to keep her alive.

— ☽ —

The sun was rising when she finally woke up. She knew that experiences like this were possible, but she never expected to experience one in person. Y/N she felt the fluffy weight on her abdomen and ran her fingers through Spix's silky fur, the kitten purred, rubbing his little face against her hand, clearly relieved that she had woken up; Y/N blinked slowly, catching glimpses of a wooden and straw roof above her, only to snap up, she was no longer in the forest, she was in an unfamiliar cabin. Alone with her cat.

She looked around, finding her things thrown in a corner, stained with diluted blood.

“By the grace of the Goddess, what happened last night?” she muttered to herself, looking at her things, the candles were broken, but the rest seemed intact thankfully. None of her grimoires had been lost. Little by little, memories of last night came back to her mind, the escape from her home, the search for shelter in the woods, the werewolf in her path and the strange conversation with her mother... Y/N rubbed the back of her neck, feeling strangely tired, even though she slept through the night. She looked around, trying to figure out where she was, but nothing gave away who the cabin belonged to or who had brought her there. but if Spix was cool with it, it must be a good sign.

She avoided thinking as much as she could about the conversation with her mother as she rummaged through her belongings in the cabin, she could never be a werewolf's mate. They had been enemy races for so many years that she didn't even know the reason for the enmity, and she didn't even mention that her insides were turning over at the idea, no, her mother was delirious. She was sure of it.

She found some still-good bread and a canteen of beer, it wasn't the best breakfast, but she was starving and couldn't afford to refuse food; S/N devoured the bread in three bites and She downed her beer in one gulp. Maybe now she could leave, pretending her mother hadn't said anything as absurd as that. It would never work, she was a witch, that bond was unnatural, it couldn't happen.

Quickly, she gathered her things and picked up Spix, but the cat jumped off her lap and remained on the bed.

“Let’s go, Spix, we don’t know whose house this is, we’re not going to stay to find out” she said as she reached out her hands to grab the feline, but Spix jumped away, making Y/N frown in confusion. “Now, don’t be like that, Spix! I know this bed is comfortable, but we’re not staying here! It’s dangerous!”

The kitten meowed in protest and Y/N asked the heavens for patience, or she would take the cat by the tail. “Come on Spix, I'm in charge!”

She couldn't be ignored any more than that, the black cat raised his own magic and became invisible, making Y/N curse. Y/N felt around on the bed, finding the cat among the woolen blankets and before it could get loose, she put it in the leather bag and ran out of the cabin, she couldn't stay there, he didn't know who might arrive and he wouldn't risk himself like that and it wouldn't be a cat that would dictate her actions.

As morning arrived, Carlos breathed a sigh of relief when the beast allowed him to control his body again, he had few memories of last night, but he knew there was a girl lying in his bed, a girl who was probably his companion.

A witch.

He could feel her scent impregnated on his body, it was a cruel joke of fate, the Moon could not unite him with a witch. It was absurd that he wanted to laugh, as if his life wasn't troubled enough, he still had to deal with a damn witch in his house, a witch who was his predestined. He was on his way home when the scent of lavender and lemon reached his nose and it wasn't long before he heard quick footsteps breaking branches on the ground. Before he could understand, Carlos ran in the direction of the scent, his body transforming mid-run, he could see the witch's thick cloak fluttering in the air as she walked away; It wasn't as if the little witch could run faster than him and in a short time, Carlos was just a few meters away from her. His muscles tensed and he leapt at her, knocking her to the muddy ground until they ended up rolling down a local ravine. She screamed in fright, trying to pull away from him, but she was trapped between him and the ground.

Carlos growled, holding the witch under his body, was she leaving? How dare she?!

She began to punch and kick the wolf above her, but he growled, leaving his teeth exposed, making the smaller girl retreat as far as she could on the ground.

“Get off me, help! Help, someone help me!” she screamed, but all she heard was the birds squawking and the trees crashing against each other. The werewolf got off her and grabbed the witch's ankle, dragging her back to the cabin. "Let go of me!" she tried to kick the creature, but it sank its teeth into her skin, making her scream.

Behind them, Spix trotted along leisurely, dragging his leather bag carefully as he followed.

Carlos wondered if it was really the right thing to drag that witch back to his house, she was a witch, she could kill his entire family, he gave up.He didn't understand why the Moon had chosen a witch to be her companion, this couldn't be serious, it had to be a joke.

She kept struggling and kicking, trying to get free, which made Carlos grunt with laughter, her efforts were laughable and it was clear she didn't have enough magic to break free, otherwise he would have already been thrown against a tree.

It wasn't enough to be a witch, she was also useless.

As soon as they arrived at the cabin, Carlos let go of her ankle and walked around the house, the girl didn't need to see him naked, he transformed and picked up a pair of pants hanging on the clothesline next door, listening to her whine about the bruises on her ankle. When he came back inside, the witch was rubbing her ankle, muttering a strange chant that he didn't understand.

“This wouldn’t have happened if you had stayed here until I got back,” he said, surprising the girl, the witch screamed in fright, throwing a broken candle at him, which he dodged without any further problems.

“I have no reason to stay here!” she scolded, trying to stand, ignoring her sore ankle.

“You have nowhere to go, girl, or you wouldn’t be running through the woods in the middle of the night.” He landed a wound on the witch, who took a deep breath, trying not to think about what she had lost in such a short time.

“That’s none of your business, mutt,” she retorted rudely and Carlos clenched his jaw, irritated by the insult.

“That became my business from the moment you became my companion!”

“I AM NOT YOUR MATE!” she screamed and the rafters of the hut shook, her magic gradually returning.

Carlos looked at her even more stressed, this really shouldn't be happening, he should be connected to a wolf from his pack, following the natural course of things. But no, he was there, destined for a witch.

"You can scream all you want, little witch, you are my companion, whether you like it or not, and you will stay here.”

“Never! I’d rather die!” She marched towards him so determinedly that she didn't even groan in pain and stared at him without fear. “You'll have to tie me up!”

He tilted his head back, laughing deeply at the girl in front of him. “That’s not a problem, little witch, I’m very good with ropes.”

She screamed in anger and backed away from him, feeling her body tremble, abruptly her magical core had completely restored itself and she refused to believe that this was due to the bond with the werewolf.

“Even though I haven’t marked you yet, we’re united, little witch,” he said mockingly, “there’s no way you can leave here, because listen carefully...” he approached her, feeling the angry vibration that the witch emanated so strongly. “I don't care if our races have hated each other for centuries, I don't care if you want to disembowel me now, the Moon has decided that you would be mine, and that's what you are from now on, so don't even think about running away from me, witch, because I'll hunt you down to the end of the world”

Neither of them even realized that they were inches away from each other, Carlos only noticed when the scent of lavender and lemon disoriented his senses.

“There’s no point in running away, you’re mine now and you’re going to stay here”

“I don’t belong to anyone! Much less to a mutt like you!”

In one quick movement, Carlos wrapped his arms around the witch's throat and they both fell onto the bed.

“Don’t call me a mutt, you filthy little witch.”

He felt her swallow hard and take a deep breath, struggling to get away from him, but Carlos pressed harder on the girl's throat, seeing her choke a little, but that didn't last long, because he was thrown against the wall, knocking over some shelves.

“I’ll kill you!” they shouted together.

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Moon Spell || CS55

summary: They were fated to love someone they hated. There was no spell, no grudge, no curse that could break the bond that united them, doomed to die in the feelings they fiercely nurtured. The Moon had determined it and there was nothing they could do to stop it.

“These violent pleasures have violent ends, and die in their triumph, like fire and gunpowder, which, when they kiss, consume each other. The sweetest honey is disgusting in its own sweetness, and its taste confuses the palate.”

cw: Violence, conflict, soulmates, blood, magic, alternate universe, obscenity, pure filth, chaos, fighting, swearing, intense hatred, love, mention of death, blood.

a/n: This is moving so fast, I spend all day thinking about MS, this story became my favorite before I could think.

starring: werewolf!Carlos x witch!Fem reader

1. we were born to die; | 2. monsters;

Part Three: War of Hearts

I can't help but be wrong in the dark

Cause I'm overcome in this war of hearts.

The noise of their fight reached the small village and attracted the people around Carlos's cabin, including his family. His father stepped between the people and stood in the doorway, watching the two of them fighting on the floor like two animals.

“What the hell is a witch doing in your house, Carlos?!”

The buzz made the two stop rolling on the floor and stand up, Y/N felt her magic tingling in her fingertips, ready to attack anyone and unconsciously, Carlos placed himself in front of her, hiding the witch from the eyes of his father and his people.

“You’re giving shelter to a witch?! A damn witch?!”

“She’s my mate, father,” he said simply, watching his father growl in pure hatred. “That’s why she’s here.”

Carlos clenched his hands into fists, he found himself in an uncomfortable situation, he agreed with his father, witches were treacherous and evil creatures, however he was there, protecting a witch who could burn down the entire village and kill everyone. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, a part of him wanted to kill the witch, the other wanted to kiss her and mark her.

“You can’t be serious!” his father shouted furiously, he knew it was unacceptable for a wolf to take a witch as his mate and if it were up to Carlos, none of this would be happening. But none of that depended on him, the Moon had determined it and there was nothing he could do.

Carlos and the witch were soul mates and it was decided.

He thought of a way to make the situation less complicated, but before he could come up with a plan, his hut was invaded by other villagers, ready to lynch the witch; his stomach twisted in pure horror and he growled loudly, keeping everyone away while keeping the witch behind him.

“Get out of the way, Carlos,” his father ordered, but Carlos grabbed the witch’s wrist, keeping her close to him, he could feel her heartbeat, he could smell her fear and it made the beast inside him scratch at the walls, wanting to get out and eliminate any threat to his chosen one.

“No one will lay a finger on her, she is mine” his voice was dubious, affirming the presence of the man and the werewolf at that moment. The human part of Carlos wanted to die at that moment, he could feel the disappointment and fear of his peers at his decision, but the feral part didn't care. The witch was his mate and anyone who tried to harm her would be dead before they could breathe again. “You can’t kill her without killing me too, and I’ll send anyone who tries to go to hell.”

The murmur grew inside the small cabin, until Carlos's father raised his hand, there was pain, disappointment and fear in the older man's features and his voice was filled with regret.

“You should have bonded with a woman of our people, not that filthy witch, Carlos!”

The werewolf swallowed the huge lump in his throat and his voice still carried the presence of the beast there “The Moon decided it would be her, there is nothing to be done about it”

The buzz grew, Carlos knew he only had two options, to deny — and consequently, kill his partner — or to continue with her, living with the possibility of being an outcast to his people. Both options were horrible and he would rather die right there, but the Moon would not grant him such a gift.

Carlos heard his father take a deep breath, extremely tired, as if that conversation had added another hundred years to the leader's back.

“If the Moon truly brought you two together, we can do nothing but accept it,” her father said reluctantly, “but don’t think I won’t kill you if you try anything against my people, girl, I regardless of who your partner is.”

Little by little, the cabin emptied until Carlos and the witch were left, she was still standing there, with her eyes wide open, Carlos only realized he was holding her when he felt the tingling in his arm. Carlos let go of her as if he had been shocked and took a step away from her, everything was confusing and they needed to clarify a couple of things.

“No one needs to go through this,” she said softly, very different from the angry witch from moments before. “I’ll leave and we can avoid a lot of headaches,” she concluded, picking up her bag.

“I already told you that you're not going anywhere, little witch, you're mine and you'll stay here.”

She rolled her eyes and patted her dress, brushing the dust off her clothes. “Don’t be ignorant, neither of us want this partnership, there’s no reason for us to stay together.”

Carlos approached her again, keeping a few centimeters away, they were so close that they could feel their breaths mixing.

“You know we wouldn’t be together if it wasn’t meant to be, witch,” he clicked his tongue and gave her a stern look, “We’re mates and you will be, because I’ve already warned you, there is not a hole on this Earth that I wouldn't dig up looking for you, even if I have to tie you to the bed, you're not leaving”

She stomped her foot and growled in irritation, making Carlos laugh, after so much animosity and stress, he could better notice the witch in front of him. She was beautiful, that was obvious to anyone with good eyesight, she had sharp features and messy hair, which seemed to match her mystical aura. The witch's eyes also lived up to her magical nature, regardless of their color, her eyes were as clear as a lake of clear waters, so expressive that Carlos could understand all her repressed feelings.

Anger, fear, perhaps a bit of killing intent, and calmness. It was confusing to see why he himself also felt such feelings within himself.

“This is your home now, no one is going to take you away from here and in return you are not leaving either, unless I go too”

“Why the hell do you insist on this? We hate each other!”

“Yes, I know that,” he agreed, running a hand through his hair, making it even more disheveled. “But you were mine the moment I laid eyes on you, just as I am yours, whether we like it or not.”

She let out a frustrated breath and let her bag fall to the floor.

“I won't sleep with you”

“Then sleep on the floor, I will not give my bed to a filthy witch.”

“Flea-bitten mutt!”

“Filthy witch!”

— ☽ —

Her mother's words were echoing in her mind, repeating over and over, she was a werewolf's mate, she was in a village full of werewolves and she couldn't leave, both because of the werewolf — that she discovered was called Carlos — and by something keeping her there. No matter how much she insisted on her desire to leave, her feet no longer followed the path to the exit. Resigned that she would not leave, she decided to exercise her magic, organizing the shack that she and Carlos — it was still strange to call it or think of it with a name, in fact — destroyed during the fight.

With just a few nods, she put the shelves back in place, fixed the table, and remade some clay pots. She wiped off all the dust and made the bed, making everything presentable again; When it was over, Y/N looked at her own state, she was filthy, her dress was a rag and there were leaves, twigs and mud stuck in her hair. She needed to clean herself urgently.

She searched the cabin for something she could wear, since she had only one dress and nothing to wash in. Y/N decided to dress in Carlos' clothes, which she found in a nearby trunk. It would be enough until she had fabric to sew a decent dress, muttering about her bad luck, she searched her bag for something that could wash her skin, but to her misfortune, she had left the herbal paste she used in the bath at her house, which must have been on fire at this moment. Thinking about his home made his heart tighten, in less than a day his life had turned upside down and he couldn't do anything to go back to the way it was.

“The Goddess couldn’t have done this to me,” she whimpered, leaving the cabin. During her escape, she had seen a nearby stream, which would be enough for a bath and she should take advantage of the fact that the sun was warm. She felt Spix's presence following her silently, the cat exuded satisfaction and Y/N rolled her eyes, thinking that if she hadn't wasted time trying to convince Spix, both would be far away at that moment. The sound of running water helped to dispel her conflicting thoughts and she allowed herself to relax, even if only for a few moments; looking around to make sure no one was there, Y/N got rid of her dirty dress and stepped into the cold water, hissing at the temperature.

She sank until she was submerged, hoping the water would wash away the dirt and troubles from her body. Y/N rubbed her body with her bare hands to try to clean herself. Since last night, she had been in the middle of the woods, rolling in the mud, on the beaten earth. She was the very picture of dirt.

Spix sat on a rock near the river, watching his owner wash herself, the fury with which she began to scrub her own body was giving way to sadness, nothing that was happening in her life had been planned, she didn't know what to do, she was completely alone in the middle of werewolves who wouldn't hesitate to try to kill her, was unwillingly joined to an annoying werewolf with stalker tendencies. Sadness turned to melancholy as she began to hum the lullaby she had heard her mother sing since she was a little girl.

When she was satisfied with the cleanliness of her body, Y/N decided to enjoy the water, which was much more pleasant after being submerged for so long. The current slowed down, allowing the witch to float on the water, looking at the blue sky between the treetops; she was almost asleep when a snap of a branch breaking made her alert, Y/N stopped floating and let the water cover her naked body again and it wasn't long before Carlos appeared in the middle of the bushes, his dark eyes seemed to be blazing with anger.

“What the hell! You shouldn't have gone out alone!”

“I needed a shower! I couldn’t wait for you to come back!” he shouted back. “Would you please stop staring?!”

Carlos growled and turned his face away “it’s not like I want to see anything there”

“Splendid! Then stop looking, flea-bitten!”

Y/N took advantage of the fact that Carlos wasn't looking and got out of the river as fast as she could and got dressed, or tried to, since she got confused with her clothes, which were too big for her, Carlos wasn't that tall, but he was a well-built man, with broad muscles and big bones.

"Let me help you, silly little witch" he said, pulling her shirt, Y/N only had time to cover her breasts with her arms. Carlos pushed the shirt over her head and helped her put on the sleeves. “Now let’s go,” he grabbed her hand and pulled her back into the cabin. He walked in front of her, oblivious to Y/N's inquisitive gaze, she assessed Carlos' broad back, only there did she see that Carlos was wearing only raw cotton pants, his broad back exposed to the witch's eyes, dozens of scars permeated his skin. All the scars looked old, but considering how fast the wolf metabolism was, they could have been made the day before and would have the same scarred appearance.

“As much as I don’t mind calling you a filthy witch, I need to know your name,” he said, both of them still far from the cabin.

“Y/N,” she said simply, keeping her eyes on him, but quickly looked away when Carlos looked at her over his shoulder. “What is it?”

“Aren't you going to ask my name?”

She clicked her tongue and shrugged, “I heard your father say, your name is Carlos.”

They continued the rest of the way in silence, she heard children's giggles, some children were going into the woods and laughing at them as they passed. She couldn't judge them, she sure looked ridiculous in Carlos's oversized clothes. Y/N saw Spix stop near the children and purred as she received strokes between the ears and on the belly.

The children ended up forgetting about her and Carlos, playing with Spix who used his magic to change the color of his fur, which made the children laugh out loud.

When they arrived home, she found a woman near the wood stove, stirring the huge cauldron.

“I said I didn't need it, Blanca,” Carlos said, resting his hand on Y/N's lower back and pushing her into the house. “We still have some bread here…”

“Oh, shut up Carlos, I didn’t make this for you, I’m cooking for my new and permanent sister-in-law” the woman, Blanca, stepped away from the pot and wiped her hands on a cloth hanging over her shoulder. She was pretty, similar to Carlos, but there were laugh lines all over her face, she must have smiled a lot more than her brother.

“Are you the little witch everyone is talking about?” she said, wrapping Y/N in a firm, warm hug.

“I guess so,” she gave an awkward chuckle, “I’m Y/N, I’m glad to meet you.”

“I'm glad to meet you, Y/N! But I have to wish you good luck, my brother is terrible!”

The two heard the wolf behind them snort and laughed in response. Blanca seemed kind and welcoming, probably the natural hatred wasn't strong in her. This made Y/N a little calmer.

“Oh, I’ve already had a glimpse of his mood, but I’m not worried,” she said, drawing a laugh from Blanca.

“Anyway! I didn't just come to meet you, you must be hungry, I used the rest of the meat in the pantry and some vegetables and made some soup, come eat” Blanca pulled her to the table and Y/N saw the woman serving a deep bowl of soup, with a generous piece of bread and a mug of wine. “No need to be shy, eat, I can hear your stomach growling”

The little witch felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment, but Blanca didn't seem affected, she just encouraged her to eat, not that she needed to, the food smelled wonderful and she was really hungry. When she took her first spoonful of soup, she moaned with satisfaction, it tasted as good as it smelled and before she knew it, had already devoured everything.

“It was delicious, Blanca, thank you,” he said, placing the mug of wine on the table. “How can I repay you?”

“Don't think about it, Y/N, it was just a welcome treat, the people of the village might be scared by your arrival, but I'm happy, this might mean that we'll put an end to this stupid fight.”

Y/N remembered her mother's words, apparently there was a way to escape what the Goddess had designated for her life. So I could only pray for wisdom and patience, as I knew I would need it.

She felt Carlos's gaze on her back, she hoped the Goddess knew what she was doing, because that partnership bond was perfect chaos.

Weeks later.

She ran into the house, placing her hand on her chest. Y/N felt her heart beating so hard she thought it would burst out of her chest. She blinked repeatedly and shook her head, trying to dispel the vision he had had minutes before. By the Goddess, she just wanted to get some herbs from the riverbank, she didn't expect to find the werewolf swimming naked in the river. She still took a good look at the werewolf's entire body before turning around and hurrying back to the hut.

Y/N had never seen a naked man before, and embarrassment made her neck and cheeks heat up.The sight of Carlos swimming vigorously against the current made her blood run faster in her veins.

She slapped her palm against her forehead “Don’t focus on that, Y/N, think about something else, you hate him, remember?”

She decided to focus on the bath paste he was making, he would have to use the flowers that surrounded the cabin instead of the herbs he liked, but he refused to go back to the river. Spix meowed, jumping onto the table next to her, and Y/N squeaked, shaking her finger at him.

“Don’t say anything! That shouldn’t have happened, it was an accident!” she scolded the cat, but Spix meowed again, lying down on the table and resting his head on his paws. “I shouldn’t have seen anything!”

Y/N mixed the ingredients of the bath paste with more force than necessary, trying to keep the memory of Carlos away, even though her cheeks were hot, even though his heart was racing.

“You're going to end up breaking that bowl, little witch” she screamed in fright when she heard Carlos enter the cabin, the spoon she was using flew away when she screamed. “Wow, I didn’t know you were scalded, little witch.”

Y/N rested her hand on her chest again and turned to Carlos, who was only wearing wool pants and his hair was damp from the shower. Carlos was distracted looking for a shirt in the trunk while Y/N scrutinized his entire body, remembering the unexpected encounter in the river. Her cheeks, which were already hot, became scalding hot.

She could hate him all she wanted, but she had to admit, Carlos was gorgeous and he seemed oblivious to that fact. She couldn't even answer him, her eyes losing sight of Carlos' half-naked body, he seemed more concerned with finding a shirt than figuring out why she hadn't answered. Her mind traveled to places she'd never known and she was surprised by the things she thought.

You hate him, keep that in mind, it doesn't matter that the Goddess decided we would be soulmates, she thought, returning to his task, the bath paste was almost ready, fortunately the flowers worked, but it was nothing like the herbs that liked.

For weeks now, the animosity between her and Carlos had diminished, the provocations still existed, they continued to fight, but the hatred itself had long since disappeared.

She shook her head, pushing the memory away, Y/N decided to think about something else, remembering that the Full Moon would arrive in a few days and he needed to get some things out in the open.

“The Full Moon is coming, do I need to worry about you stalking me again?” she asked, transferring the paste to a clay pot, trying to remain calm.

“Of course, we haven’t completed the link yet, until the link is finalized, you will need to stay at Blanca’s house” He said, taking a piece of cake, which Y/N had made the previous morning.

She hummed in agreement, Blanca had explained in detail how the marking ritual worked, not that she didn't know, her parents had explained it before, not in as much detail as Blanca, but she knew what it was, and her thoughts turned to the rite, with the details Blanca had given and with the fresh memory of Carlos naked in the river, she couldn't help but imagine herself with him.

“Perverse mind, foolish heart” she muttered.

“What did you say, little witch?” Carlos asked, ridiculously close to her. Y/N should be used to Carlos’s heated presence, he insisted on tucking her into bed every night, and both woke up so intertwined that it was hard to tell where one began and the other ended, the proximity of the Moon made Carlos feel strange. He seemed needy, chasing her scent like a puppy, keeping her close to him as much as he could every morning.

She was at war with her own heart, trying to avoid the feelings that arose so naturally.

“I-I didn’t say anything, you’re hearing things… It wouldn’t be a surprise since you have such keen hearing.”

He slid his nose into the crook of her neck, making the girl shiver and grip the edges of the table before she pulled away.

“I already told you not to do that, fleabag!” she scolded, but it didn’t affect Carlos at all, he remained standing where he was, listening to her heart accelerate even more.

“Keep calling me a flea, and I'll do worse than that, little witch.”

Moon Spell || CS55

summary: They were fated to love someone they hated. There was no spell, no grudge, no curse that could break the bond that united them, doomed to die in the feelings they fiercely nurtured. The Moon had determined it and there was nothing they could do to stop it.

“These violent pleasures have violent ends, and die in their triumph, like fire and gunpowder, which, when they kiss, consume each other. The sweetest honey is disgusting in its own sweetness, and its taste confuses the palate.”

cw: Violence, conflict, soulmates, blood, magic, alternate universe, obscenity, pure filth, chaos, fighting, swearing, intense hatred, love, mention of death, blood.

a/n: I can't believe how long this chapter turned out, I wrote it all after work (in fact I'm posting it while I'm going to work hehehe) I'm not sure if what I wrote turned out well, So be honest when commenting, okay? Okay. Happy reading and enjoy!

starring: werewolf!Carlos x witch!Fem reader

1. we were born to die; | 2. monsters; | 3. war of hearts;

So lift up my body

And lose all control

I'm giving you all

She didn't have time to watch where she was running, her only concern was to keep a large distance between herself and the gigantic wolf that was chasing her. She could almost feel the werewolf's hot breath on the back of her neck and his growls were close enough to make her heart pound in her chest, she jumped over the root of a large chestnut tree before rolling down the cliff, but that didn't stop her from running when she found ground. Y/N didn't even waste time looking back, she didn't want or need to know where the werewolf was, she knew he was still on her trail, there was no place where the witch could hide.

Not with Carlos gripped by a strange frenzy that seemed to cloud all his senses.

She heard his howl, the moon at that moment shone high in the sky, illuminating the gaps between the trees, making the forest even darker and prone to an insane chase.

This wasn't what I was planning for my night, she thought in frustration, holding the hem of her skirts to help her run better. Her dress was filthy — this seemed to be very common when it came to her and Carlos — the branches made tiny cuts on her face and arms, and there was mud drying on her face. Y/N was a mess.

She tripped over a fallen branch and almost fell to the ground. It was by the grace of the Goddess that she managed to regain her balance and continue running.

“I can't let him catch me, I can't" she huffed, trying to keep up the courage and stamina to keep running, the adrenaline strengthening the witch's legs, propelling her forward.

Keep running, little witch, keep running, her instincts said.

— ☽ —

His plans for that full moon night were simple: leave Y/N at Blanca's house and spend the night in the forest, as far away from the little witch as he could. There was no way it could go wrong.

But the way his skin felt itchy, the discomfort growing in his chest and the distance from Y/N made him fall into ruin.

And for that reason, when the Moon rose in the sky, Carlos found himself taking the opposite path through the forest, he followed the trail that led to his sister's house, the distinctive scent of lavender and lemon filled his lungs, further stirring the raging beast within him. It didn't matter if Carlos didn't agree, so what if he and Y/N hated each other? The wolf inside the man wanted the witch and he would have her that night. Even if he had to subdue Carlos' body to do so.

Carlos literally knocked down the door of Blanca's house and the woman understood that it was no longer her brother there, the golden eyes revealed that the wolf was in command and nothing could stop the beast from getting what he wanted.

Blanca knew that Y/N wasn't ready yet for whatever she and Carlos had, but there was no physical way to stop her brother's wolf from invading the small room where she was.

“Run Y/N!” She screamed, but it was useless because at that point, the witch was already deep in the forest, running desperately. That only encouraged the werewolf even more, he abandoned the hut and transformed into the air, running after his sweet prey between the trees. If the brightness of the moon combined with Carlos's wide vision didn't make it clear where she was running, her smell mixed with the aroma of fear would tell which direction she was taking. Her scent made the werewolf salivate to the point that it ran between his sharp canines, dripping down his jaw, the wolf wanted to drown in the witch's sweet perfume, he wanted to mark the silky skin, bite the soft flesh and make Y/N what she was born to be: his mate.

The werewolf could reach Y/N at any moment, but he wanted to see the witch run, he wanted to hear her heartbeat, the smell of the witch's adrenaline and fear perfuming the air. He heard her rasping breathing, her running footsteps, she could barely see where she was running, minutes before she rolled down an entire cliff, but that didn't stop her from continuing to run.

Meters later, she tripped over a root and almost fell, and this persistence made the wolf even more eager for her. Y/N ran until she stopped in a cave hidden under a handful of trees that few knew about.

So convenient…

Her heart echoed in the cave, the wolf licked its teeth, hungry as it trotted towards where its prey was trying to escape. The cave was large and there were several chambers inside it, an opening in the cave's high ceiling allowed the moon to illuminate the cyan-colored waters of the natural pool there. The cave had two exits, one of which was blocked by the werewolf and the other, which led to the stream, was submerged.

There was no way Y/N could run away from him and that drew a deep growl from the wolf. She walked backwards until she hit the rough stone wall, she was alert, the witch thought of ways to escape from there, to escape the werewolf's dominant and persecuting energy, she scanned the entire cave, looking for exits. Y/N was too nervous to summon her own magic and defend herself.

Only the golden glow of the werewolf's eyes could be seen from where he was, Y/N would not see the werewolf taking control of the man's body, at most you could hear the sound of bones breaking before they were rebuilt again.

“You can't run away from me, little witch” he said, walking towards her, Y/N pushed herself further against the rocks, but nothing changed, she remained in the same place. Carlos' naturally deep voice took on a huskier, more animalistic and open tone, he wanted his voice to echo.

“S-Stay away from me!” She shouted, warning him. “D-Don’t come any closer!”

He laughed, a deep laugh that seemed to come from deep within his chest.

“You'll never keep me away from you, little witch...” he replied, crossing the moonlight, making Y/N sure that Carlos wasn't in control of his own body, not completely. “You are mine and I like to keep what belongs to me close to me... Even if I have to hold it between my teeth”

And with that, he smiled, showing his large fangs, the result of divided dominance, the witch's heartbeat increased and the damp smell of her sweat was present.

“You won't get what you want from me," she said, her trembling voice and wide eyes conveying no firmness, the wolf hummed in contentment.

“You will gladly give me whatever I ask of you, little witch” and suddenly he was glued to her, Y/N screamed in fright as she felt him so close. Close enough that they could both feel each other's heat, close enough for the werewolf to grab her jaw and lift Y/N's chin, making room so he could slide his nose over the delicate skin of her neck, sending strong shivers down the girl's spine. “Fucking good” Y/N whimpered when she heard him growl and gasped in fright as she felt his tongue lick a stripe from the base of her neck to her chin.

She tried to pull away, but the werewolf held her waist, keeping her trapped between him and the wall.

“Shh, quiet,” he growled, nibbling on her ear.

“Let me go!” She tried to pull away, struggling in his grip. The wolf smiled fiercely as she lost the rhythm of her own breathing.

“I’m starting to think you like running away from me, little witch...” the man retorted “Always running, running away... Do you like me chasing you, little witch?” he grabbed her hips and made her ride his thigh, which Y/N didn't even feel was between her legs. She bit her lip until she tasted blood on her tongue, feeling a strange tremor shake her insides. She had never felt this before, it was strange and warm. Her whole body heated with it.

Y/N heard the growl close to her ear, and moved her hips as per his command.

“Holy hell” his husky voice made her shiver even more “your smell is driving me crazy, little witch”

A shred of consciousness cleared the witch's clouded mind and she took advantage of the moment to run away from him, However, it was not even able to reach the edge of the natural pool, because it was knocked down aggressively, but did not reach the ground. The wolf made sure she fell on his body.

“I told you, little witch, I won’t let you get away, ever,” he said before pushing his mouth against Y/N’s, swallowing her complaints, her frightened little scream. He devoured her mouth hungrily, a growl grew in his chest as he tasted her, still sweet and mystical like her own owner; he bit and sucked her lips until Y/N moaned, resting her hands on his bare chest. The werewolf devoured every breath she had and when they pulled away, she was flushed, her lips swollen and her eyes fluttering, completely surrendered. The sight made the wolf even more eager to take her entirely, he wanted her badly, he was hungry for her and needed more.

I needed to devour her as soon as possible.

“Too perfect, little witch” he slid his thumb over Y/N’s swollen lip, before kissing her again, and this time, he made sure to slide his hands over her body, undoing the fragile seams of the coarse dress. She had never been kissed and didn't expect her first kiss to be like that, intense, feral and wild. She was being swallowed by her own sensations, she felt his sharp nails tearing the fabric of her clothes, his mouth kissing her with such passion, she didn't know what to focus on, everything was extremely overwhelming.

Her back arched spontaneously as she felt his fingers trail up her spine, and the wolf stopped kissing her, nibbling on her shoulder and the skin of her collarbone, leaving sweet bite marks, making her gasp. Her body responded so well, so easily.

“I’m going to devour you, love,” he growled, “I’m going to eat you whole, and when I’m done, there won’t be a single piece of you left that I haven’t enjoyed.”

He laid her down beneath him, stretched out on her torn clothes. Her chest rose and fell so fast he could barely keep up. Y/N tried to cover her naked body, but her hands were held by him, high above her head, firmly against the floor. Shame heated her cheeks, for the creature who controlled Carlos' body looked at her as if she were… Divine, a goddess, a sacred woman he wanted to worship in every way.

“I don’t care if you run away, because I will always find you, little witch, but I won’t allow you to hide from me, don’t hide from me what belongs to me, ever again.” the deep and dominant voice sounded double in her ears, giving Y/N the certainty that Carlos seemed to share control of the body with his beast. There was no biologically possible way for his heart to be beating faster than it was at that moment.

He scraped his nails across her skin, gently enough that she let out a soft little moan, and her voice rose in pitch as his thumb circled her sensitive nipple.

“See how well your body responds to me, little witch? Why do you insist on denying us this, huh?” he questioned, seeing the sensitive spot harden under his touch, and taking her by surprise, he covered the girl's nipple with his mouth, sucking until she screamed, so loud and sweet that it shook his body with satisfaction. Y/N felt like she was on fire, Carlos sucked like a baby as he made his calloused fingers slide down her torso, making gentle circles as he went down, she grabbed his hair and whimpered, her body moving without control, an unexpected chill shook the muscles of her belly when she felt his fingers below her navel.

Carlos groaned in delight as he sniffed the air and felt the scent of her arousal hit him like a punch. He licked and bit her nipple one last time.

“So sweet, I’m going to love devouring you, my little witch,” he cooed and growled loudly as he touched her between her thighs and felt her wet folds soak his fingers. “Oh love…you're dripping on my fingers, hell”

Y/N could barely understand what happened, when she realized she was kneeling and Carlos was under her, digging his fingers into her thighs and making the witch sit on his mouth.

Whatever she had felt before was nothing compared to the sensation of having Carlos' mouth in such a forbidden place. He licked her, sucked that sensitive spot that not even she knew about, Y/N trembled so much that she rested her hands on his hard chest and moved her hips involuntarily.

“By a thousand demons” he grunted, moving as little away from her as possible, still eating her pussy hungrily. “Keep it up, little witch,” he ordered, tightening his fingers on her legs.

She lost her stability and fell when Carlos scraped his teeth on that same previously unknown spot, causing a stronger tremor than before, she felt a knot forming in her stomach.

Carlos didn't stop until she was completely dismantled, she was shaking and moaning in such a delicious, attractive way, Carlos felt his cock hard to the point of hurting. He licked her a few more times until Y/N felt the knot violently come undone. Her moans diminished until they became mere whimpers; Carlos licked every drop of her essence.

From the moment he had tasted her, seen Y/N fall apart for him, he couldn't let her go, not when he found himself addicted to her annoying little witch.

She breathed deeply, tired and sleepy, but her conscience was very awake, throwing in her face that all that hatred was nothing more than incubated desire. She wanted Carlos, maybe she had wanted him since before the incident at the creek, maybe she had started to love him when she saw him come between her and her father, her people. There was no point in denying it.

Carlos handled her body with care and a certain amount of brutality, he continued biting and marking her skin, he wanted everyone to know that Y/N was his, even if she screamed that she wasn't.

She slowly opened her eyes, finding the golden irises in front of her, she hadn't even noticed that she was lying down again.

“Open your eyes, little witch,” he commanded, spreading her legs until she was exposed to him, spreading her soaked folds with his fingers, grunting at how wet she was.“I want you to watch me eat you, as I fuck you until you accept that you are mine... And you will, love... I will make you scream it”

He slowly inserted his fingers into her tight hole, enjoying her resistance to receiving his fingers.

“Relax, little witch,” he ordered, bringing his other hand to her clitoris. Y/N opened her eyes desperately and grabbed his hands. He sank his fingers even deeper, making her sigh. “That's right love, relax for me” he kissed her.

Deep down, she had actually expected more violence, more brutality from the werewolf, but she was willing to worship it completely.

“Carlos...” Y/N moaned, and moved her hips against his hand, wanting more than he was willing to give and well, he would give her everything. “Please.”

“Alright, alright little witch.” He pushed her fingers in again, and she cried out, digging her nails into him. “What do you want, my witch?”

She felt the tears burning at her eye line, that knotted feeling was growing again and Carlos didn't stop, the werewolf accelerated, her inner walls squeezing him in the best way possible.

He trembled just thinking that in a few minutes, his cock would be crushed there. He leaned over her, licking Y/N's tears. "Tell me how you feel, love, tell me.”

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out, her eyes closed tightly and she tried to think, but all her mind could think about were those fingers going in and out of her, the thumb massaging her. By the Goddess, she was about to explode, Carlos handled her body like dough, drawing out reactions from her that he never thought he would know.

He continued licking her skin, trying to absorb more of her taste, smelling her, Carlos felt the scent of lavender and lemon gain darker, more intense hues. Slowly his scent seeped into Y/N's skin, marking her as his.

“Carlos!”

“Yes, little witch?”

“P-Please”

“Of course, little witch,” he said, slowly opening his fingers inside her, her untouched muscles clenching against him. Her knot came undone again, and if she hadn’t been on the floor, Y/N would have collapsed hard. He gave her a few more kisses on the mouth, humming at how slowly she responded to the kiss. “Open your eyes and look at me, little witch, I want to see those pretty eyes while I fuck you, while I watch you come undone on my cock...”

The werewolf's eyes flickered between brown and gold, his nails grew a little, sinking into her flesh, drawing a hiss of pain that didn't move him. Carlos held his cock by the base, His hard cock was completely slick with precum, he pumped it a few times, panting roughly before rubbing the irritated head against her wet folds. “Quiet, very quiet.” he ordered hoarsely, man and creature interconnected by the intention of venerating their companion's body as if she were a saint, a sacred presence. “I'll make it hurt just once, little witch, and then...” he licked her mouth with desire, staring into the witch's cloudy eyes "then I will make you explode with pleasure, my witch"

He pushed himself against her, hitting the bottom of Y/N's pussy. She screamed, bursting into tears, it felt like Carlos was ripping her apart, he held still until she stopped whimpering and dig your nails into his shoulders.

“F-Fucking perfect,” he grunted, holding her waist. “So good.”

When her body got used to that invasion, Y/N undulated her hips, moaning at the act, because she could feel Carlos completely inside her. Very slowly, Carlos moved away from her until only his fat head remained, embraced by the girl's pussy. She tried to make him come back, but he remained still, enjoying the spasms and the grip she had around him. And then he pushed back in hard, making her scream.

“Carlos!”

So he began a punishing rhythm against her, slow enough to make her eager and hard enough to draw out those cute little screams. The wet sound of their hips slapping together, of her moans, of his grunts was obscene, dirty and tempting, dragging the young girl into the limbo of her own pleasure. It looked the same as the ones Carlos had given him before, but it was so different.

She scratched the back of his neck hard enough to make him groan in pleasure. Y/N was squeezing him like a fist, and he knew he would cum soon. He couldn't take it anymore, not when she was better than any wet dream he'd ever had.

When his orgasm was about to happen, he licked the junction of her shoulder and her neck, so that at the height of her orgasm, Carlos sank his fangs in that very place, in that way, sealing the bond between the two. Carlos was the companion of a witch, and no force on Earth, in Heaven and even in hell could undo. Never.

Her eyes rolled back and Y/N's magic exploded like a supernova, the feel of Carlos' fangs on her skin making her orgasm stronger, more intense. She swore she could die right there and would accept death as a friend, but Carlos would never allow it.

Her emotions simplified and still in the lethargy of her orgasm, she felt another wave rising, drowning her senses and taking her deep, Carlos was about to cum too. His orgasm driving hers, taking her back to that limbo once again.

Thick strands of cum painted her insides, which still clenched around him. Carlos rested his forehead on hers, watching his little witch's eyes shine with her magic, Y/N shone and she noticed how the brown and gold mixed so well in his irises.

“I still hate you” she said tiredly.

“Well,” he kissed the corner of her mouth, that deep voice making it clear that the werewolf had not given in, “then I have no choice but to fuck that hate out of you, little witch… We still have a whole night ahead of us” he smiled evilly, slowly withdrawing inside her, watching his sperm leak out.

The witch gave an arrogant smile “you can try, mutt”

— ☽ —

He threaded his fingers through her hair, pulling her until she was bent over, there was no more gentleness and care, only wild need and raw desire. She had bite marks on her shoulders, belly, waist, breasts and even her ass. She had moaned sweetly every time Carlos had pressed his teeth into her flesh. She moaned louder and louder every time his big palm hit her buttocks. The pure and untouched girl from hours ago was lost somewhere, giving way to the scandalous little witch; the werewolf loved every moan, every plea, he wanted her as addicted to him as he was to her.

"I-I c-can't take it anymore" she cried, resting her head on his shoulder, moaning when she felt Carlos kiss his mark on her shoulder.

“I said you would give me one more, and you will... You will give me everything I ask of you, little witch.”

She dug her nails into his thigh, enjoying every stroke his cock made inside her.

— ☽ —

He leaned against the edge of the natural pool, keeping himself close to his chest, since they finally got tired, Y/N remained quiet, receptive to his touch, of course, but introspective. And that wasn't the reaction he wanted from her after what they did.

“What's bothering you, little witch?”

“You're a werewolf. I'm a witch…”

He pinched her cheeks, turning her lips into an adorable pout “Yes, and we belong to each other now, I will kill anyone who threatens you, whoever it is” and kissed her, releasing her cheeks.

He didn't need to hear it, he knew she thought the same. Not even the reflected feelings needed to show him that.

“I think I have no choice but to accept it, from what I'm seeing.”

“Smart little witch, she understood things correctly” he said and began to wash her body, appreciating the marks spread across Y/N, everyone would know that they were definitely together and there was nothing to do.

And from that moment on, the pleasant silence that surrounded them was replaced by shouts calling for justice and Catholic prayers.

Villagers.

Neither of them were quite fit for it, her clothes were ruined and Carlos had none. But that wasn't important, one look between them was enough to understand what needed to be done. Carlos morphed into the big dark brown wolf and ran out of the cave, Y/N placed her hands on the ground, evoking the old magic that allowed her to access the powers of her ancestors, she needed to protect that land, protect the people who lived in the forest and mainly, protect Carlos.

It didn't take long for the souls of those who had died lost among the trees to respond to his call. It didn't take long, Y/N just pointed and the wandering specters headed towards the invaders. The smell of grass and burning flesh reached her nose, making her mourn for the fauna that was dying due to human ignorance, The screams of hatred were replaced by dread and fear. If the humans wanted to fear her, Y/N decided to give them a reason.

A little over half an hour later, Carlos returned to the cave, there was blood on his fur and a piece of arm in his mouth, he looked fearsome like a hellhound, ready to drag any unfortunate soul to the depths of the underworld.

Not caring about her nakedness or the blood on him, Y/N hugged the wolf, grateful that he had returned safe and sound; it wasn't long before she felt strong, possessive arms around her.

“I almost didn't have to kill them, you managed to scare them to death with those specters" he laughed.

“Well... It was just a little trick...” she shrugged.

“They’ll be back,” Carlos said and she knew it.

“Then let's kill them before that, they call us monsters and demons, it's time we do justice to the name” she said, looking at him seriously, but received a smile from him, a cruelly excited smile.

“You are a cunning, wicked little thing, little witch,” he cupped her face in his hands, “and that makes me want you again and again.”

She didn't even respond, she just offered her lips to him, which he gladly accepted.

Night Reveries || F1 Dilfs

cw: vulgarity, pure obscenity, consensual somnophilia, soft approach, fetish for compliments, body worship — reader receiving —, use of pet names, dirty language, fingering, eating p-, p in v.

requested ( x ) yes ( ) no

by: anon

a/n: Unfortunately the epilogue of Moon Spell isn't coming out the way I want and I'm very, very angry about it nothing is going the way I want and I can't finish Moon Spell just any way, so I'm going to move up the requests I have, After all, an empty mind is the devil's workshop and I'm not going to let the devil work in my head.. I hope it met your expectations, it's been a while since I've taken orders.

p.s.: suggestions on how to finish Moon Spell?? Plsss

starring: Toto Wolff, Sebastian Vettel, Fernando Alonso, Jenson Button, Mark Webber, Kimi Raikkonen.

TOTO WOLFF:

The day was dawning when he resolved all the pending work issues, he was so focused on getting everything organized that he didn't even notice the tiredness in his body, but when he finally finished, could feel how tense and sore his shoulders were. He closed his laptop and left his eyes on the desk. Toto wouldn't be available to anyone for the next few days, except his wife, who was sleeping peacefully at the end of the hallway.

Lazily, he dragged himself to the guest room's bathroom, where you and Toto usually left a few pieces of clothing for situations like this, where they ended up working late and didn't want to disturb each other's sleep. Toto put on some light pants and went to the suite he shared with you, and there he found you, sprawled on his side of the bed, wrapped in his pillows. He felt his heart warm at the sight and decided to lie down on your side of the bed and wrapped his arms around your waist, you gave a satisfied sigh and snuggled into him, making Toto feel all your soft curves, he breathed into your neck, feeling your perfume and He ended up grunting when you pressed your ass against his hip, without interrupting your sleep.

He buried his face in her neck, feeling filthy from the thoughts he was having, he couldn't stain the innocence of her rest with his perverse desires, but it didn't make it any easier to have her ass against his dick. God, it made it seem like you hadn't had sex in weeks, when he had made you cum just the morning before.

You moved completely in his arms, and turned to lie facing Toto, wrapping your leg around his waist, fitting yourself as best you could into the larger man's body, making Toto growl softly. Just when he thought it was going to get better, you made it worse, because now Toto's cock was right under you, hardening even more in your heat.

“mein gott” He groaned, pressing you tighter against him. How selfish would he be to wake you up just to fuck you?

It was better to try to sleep, to ignore the stinging heat building in her stomach and the moisture that escaped from your panties and stained his pants. What the hell had he done to be tortured like that?

But his ramblings were thrown into space when he felt you mount him, moving your pelvis against Toto, he took advantage of the consent you had given him and He pulled the lace of your panties aside, he couldn't see, but he would give you all his money if you weren't glistening with wetness.

“It’s almost a sin to waste such a feast, schatz,” he said, licking his lips. Toto got rid of his cotton pants and rubbed his cock against your pussy, drawing cute moans from you, he held you by the waist, high enough to reach your breasts so you could ride him. “You’re dripping in me, fuck,” and with that, he entered you slowly, stretching you around him, his grip making him bite his lip until it bled. In slow, gentle thrusts, he managed to hit her cervix over and over again.

“Toto? What are you-” you fell silent as you felt the thrust harder, hitting sensitive spots on you. “Toto...” you moaned, grinding yourself into him.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, love, I’ll take care of you,” he assured, letting you enjoy what he wanted to give you. You moaned again, digging your nails into him.

It wasn't selfish if you wanted it too, right?

SEBASTIAN VETTEL:

Six weeks, three days, nine hours, twelve minutes and thirty-one seconds.

This was the time that you and Sebastian had not seen each other, the racing season was in full swing, Seb was still at the top with an impeccable performance, and your job didn't allow you to accompany him on his trips. All this distance was driving you both crazy, he couldn't wait to be home again, enjoying the two weeks of summer vacation allowed. He couldn't even think about anything other than you, nothing else was occupying the pilot's mind as he parked in the garage of the house you shared.

But since nothing was perfect, he had only managed to return in the middle of the night, it was around four in the morning and he would find you sleeping soundly. With that in mind, he went straight to the bathroom, since sleeping with you was all he had left. Sebastian took a quick shower and returned to the room wearing only a towel, to see you in nothing but his shirt, his heart clenched with the longing he felt for everything about you: your loud, spontaneous laugh, the way you frowned when you read, your unique habits. He missed the way you hugged him or ran your nails down his back. Of everything.

He put on a pair of sweatpants and lay down with you, at the same time you literally trapped him between your legs, thinking he was his pillow. Sebastian's hips fitted into yours, exactly where he needed them.

You sighed sleepily and moved your pelvis, rubbing yourself against him. He muffled his heavy breathing, wrapping his arm around your waist as you buried your face in his neck, as if the scent of his soap — that you wore every day he was away — would be different on his skin. He pressed you tighter against him, feeling you grind your pussy against his half-pumped cock.

“scheiße, puppe” (fuck, doll) he swore in German, biting her lip hard. “you’re not making this easy for me, love,” he murmured, holding you.

He took a deep breath, trying not to let it affect him any more than it already did, but feeling the familiar heat of your pussy against his cock was melting his neurons.

That was something common between you, you and Sebastian had already woken each other up several times with sex, and he considered waking you up this way.

But shit, it was too early for him to wake you up and there he was, hard as a rock and you were rubbing yourself against him without knowing it.

He tried to distract himself, not to think about you grinding against him, the wet spot spreading across his pants as you moved against him, your heat radiating off him, as if the sweatshirt was nothing between the two of you. Sebastian drew circles on her thigh, not even close to feeling as sleepy as he should, and slowly he slid his fingers across her skin until he reached the elastic of her panties and without much difficulty, Sebastian tore the seam of her panties, giving him easier access to her folds.

And by God, you were dripping.

He slid his fingers between your labia, groaning at how slippery you felt, accepting his touch so well.

“oh my god, baby, you’re killing me,” he said, playing with your clit, feeling you thrust your hips into him. “okay, okay, I got you, puppe.”

He gave up on maintaining his composure — if ripping your panties and fingering you wasn't already inelegant — and pulled down the waistband of the sweatpants he was wearing, he used it as a relief when freed from the restraint of the clothing, he let you rub yourself against him, letting your soaking wet pussy lick his cock. You breathed heavily, moaning sweetly as she ground your clit against the glans of his penis. Sebastian helped you mount his cock, sniffing in your ear as you slid down his shaft until your hips were joined.

“like this, love” he slid until only the head of his cock was inside you, smiling evilly as you wiggled, still fast asleep. He thrust slowly, feeling you slowly open around him. “your sweet pussy already has the shape of my cock, doesn’t it puppe?” he asked rhetorically, increasing his thrusts as her moans became more frequent. You whimpered, digging your nails into his back, rubbing yourself against him, feeling the friction of his hips against your clit making you even more horny. You tightened around him and Sebastian literally growled in your ear.

“Seb” now you were wide awake, wanting him to go faster, harder. “Seb, mhmm, please”

“whatever you want, puppe, anything” Sebastian growled, this time the sound of the clash between you echoed through the room. “i missed you so much, baby.”

“me too, me too,” you stuttered, wiggling your hips.

You two didn't stop, not even when the sun came up in the sky, after all, you had weeks of longing to appease.

FERNANDO ALONSO:

He sat up in bed, in disbelief at what had just happened. At forty-something, Fernando had come in his sleep, just like a teenager going through puberty. If he wasn't so pissed off, he would have certainly laughed at how absurd the situation was, he looked at the state of his underwear, completely wet with cum; he could blame himself, mainly because his last thoughts before going to sleep involved you, in situations that couldn't be talked about at family lunch. So it was your fault.

You were the one who made him have a wet dream and made him cum while he was still asleep. He got up, furious with rage, and went to take a cold shower, to try to get rid of the heat that had taken hold of him, and even under the cold jet of water, nothing could lower his extremely hard cock. Quite the opposite, it only left him cold and angrier. “i don't have fifteen fucking years left to masturbate in the shower, shit” he complained to himself, feeling his cock throb and resting his head on the cold bathroom tile. Fresh memories of the dream came back to him, your soft mouth welcoming him so well as he fucked your throat until he heard you choke.

“Fuck” he complained, getting out of the shower, the cold water didn’t help at all, the only thing that would calm him down was you, sitting on him until you both came. He barely dried himself and went to the bedroom, finding you asleep between the blankets, you hated pajamas and any nightwear, so you slept almost naked, if it weren't for your panties. Fernando grunted as he climbed onto the bed, not caring about wetting the bed, he wanted to eat you, so that's what he would do, after all he had your consent since you started dating.

Somnophilia was your favorite fetish, much to his surprise.

He kissed your body sloppily, leaving small marks on your belly, thighs and breasts, but none of this interrupted your sleep, you remained asleep as if nothing was happening. Fernando bit and sucked your nipples until you spoke, nothing he could understand, then he continued, moving his hands down your waist until he got rid of your panties, the Spaniard opened his legs a little to look at your sex, slightly wet and that could get soaked in a few minutes with his mere touch. He dragged you to the edge of the bed and literally buried his face between your thighs, growling at the scent of you. No other woman had such an effect on him as you did, you could make Fernando excited just with your doe-like gaze, your scent then, drove him crazy.

He wasn't gentle, so what if you woke up? Then he would have an opportunity to fuck you hard, just like he did in the dream. Fernando grabbed her legs tightly, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of her thighs and in the roughest way possible, he ate your pussy. Licks, sucks and even light bites were given, making you writhe in your sleep, he could hear your confused moans, but that didn't stop him, the pilot kept eating you until you were grinding on his face, wanting more kisses, more bites. You didn't care much about the pain, quite the opposite, you loved it when he was rougher.

“Nando?” you woke up confused, finding your boyfriend between your legs, his mouth still glued to your pussy. Your eyes rolled back in your head and you fell back onto the bed. “w-what hap-happened?”

“nothing,” he grunted without pulling away, you wiggled in his mouth, sighing in pleasure as you felt his tongue on you, where you needed it most. “I'm enjoying my privileges of being able to fuck my little whore whenever I want”

You trembled, about to cum, but he pulled away and pulled you to your knees in front of him, your face level with his hard cock. You looked at his hard penis and then at Fernando, he traced the outline of your lips with his thumb and stuck his finger in your mouth “suck”

And you obeyed, wrapping his thumb with his tongue, as if it were his cock in his mouth. Fernando got even harder, if that was possible.

“good girl” he praised before slamming his cock into her lips, “open your mouth for me, tesoro”

JENSON BUTTON:

Once again, you obeyed, and damn, who said dreams don't come true?

As he had done for years, Jenson woke up in the early hours of the morning to get some exercise, he liked to spend his time on the treadmill or hitting the sandbag in the small gym you kept at home. He lost count of how many times he called you to train with him, but you were not a morning person and you would never trade a few extra hours of sleep for morning workouts.

It was close to nine in the morning when he returned to the suite you shared, his plans were simple: set out some clothes, take a shower and let you sleep as much as you wanted, but when he entered the room, nothing went according to his plans.

Because, you see, Jenson had just had an intense workout and He was bursting with endorphins and serotonin, but none of that compared to the way his body reacted to seeing you sleeping. Clinging to his pillow, with the sheets piled up on her hips, wearing nothing but socks. Nothing special, right? Not for Jenson, fuck it, he didn't need much to get hard and ready for you, just like a boy in puberty.

He tried to push away the dirty thoughts that permeated his mind, not that the two of you were against somnophilia, but you had never actually tried it. He remembered an old conversation between you about achievable fetishes.

“being woken up with sex” he said simply and your eyes widened as you bit the straw of your gin and tonic, that made you think. You never stopped to think about that and the prospect of waking up to Jenson fucking you made you squirm in your seat. “what does that look like to you?”

“interesting, we can try it someday... but we need to establish signals so we can understand when this will be well received by the other person”

“fair, what do you suggest?”

Having a good night's sleep was the main point, and the absence of clothes, since you were both fans of pajamas. He took two long steps towards the bed and confirmed his theory by lifting the sheet, except for your socks (because you hated sleeping with cold feet), you were completely naked. He cursed in a grunt and Jenson felt his erection throb.

“fuck, peach” he cursed and kicked his sneakers away, and his workout clothes followed suit, he also threw the sheets away and gazed at his sleeping figure, your breasts crushed against his pillow, your pussy exposed by the position you were in. “and one more time i’m going to take your first time, peach” he murmured, wetting his fingers in his mouth before sliding them into your folds. you grunted but didn’t wake up. “relax baby, I’ll take care of you,” he murmured, and carefully, He made you lie on your back and spread your legs.

He rubbed your folds again, cursing as he felt your juices wet his fingers, making it easier for him to move against your clit. You were so responsive, responding so well to him. Jenson saw your chest fill with more oxygen, you gave a loud and long sigh at his touch on you, but none of that shook your sleep, on the contrary, you seemed to be far from waking up; he caressed your thighs before leaving small kisses down your breasts, abdomen and groin, no matter how many times Jenson saw you naked, you were still the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. And he never seemed to get tired of watching, ever.

He lay down on the bed, feeling the sheets rub against his erection, eliciting a hoarse moan from him, all he wanted was to get inside you right away, but fuck, he'd be damned if he didn't taste you. He rubbed his hips against the bed and before everything became torment, he kissed your pussy and placed your legs over his shoulders. Jenson hummed at the taste of you on his tongue, and it seemed to fuel his hunger for you, he spread you open with his fingers and licked your clit until you whimpered in your sleep. Like an addicted man, he suckled your clit until the bud was swollen and shiny with saliva and stimulation, Jenson made sure to rub his mouth all over you, just like you did when you rode his face, using him to bring yourself to orgasm; his fingers played with your needy entrance, feeling you throb around his digits, eager for anything he could give you.

“holy shit, peach,” he cursed, licking you with increasing need, Jenson felt you wet his chin to the point of dripping onto the mattress. You were about to wake up, because your grumbling increased and all your attempts to close your legs were useless, Jenson was holding them as if his life depended on it. “you’re so fucking wet, can you feel how easily my fingers enter you? Imagine what it will be like when it’s my dick instead of my fingers.”

He spread his fingers inside you, making you arch your back and thrust your hips against him, your eyes flew open and you whimpered. Not that he would complain about being strangled by your thighs.

“Jense, fuck I-I was-” your voice trailed off as he licked his fingers from your still-filled hole to your aching clit. “Oh my God, shit!” you swore, grabbing his hair and pushing him further against your pussy.

“was what, peach?” he whispered, kissing your folds as if they were his mouth, making you roll your eyes and grind against his mouth. “Huh?”

“i-it doesn’t matter” you breathed between moans “please Jense, please let me ride you” you begged him, shaking “I-I want to cum in you”

Jenson gave you one last lick before pulling his fingers out of you and giving your pussy a light slap, making you scream. He still took his time, fingering your folds, letting your pleasure completely cover his fingers. He pushed his fingers against your lips and you sucked every drop of your juices, moaning at the taste of you, making him groan at the sight.

“come ride me, peach” he pulled your thighs until you were on his lap, the pink head of his cock pressed against your clit, which made you both moan. You were close to cumming, He then, no need to say anything. “ride me until you cum, princess” he pushed his thick member against her throbbing hole. You moaned and he grunted, thrusting in until you felt the swollen head of his cock hitting your g-spot.

MARK WEBBER:

You wouldn't mind waking up early if that's how Jenson was going to wake you up.

He woke up with sudden movements in bed and it and it wouldn't be a surprise if you were in the middle of a nightmare, with your thesis approaching the final stage, you rarely had a peaceful night's sleep. But not that night, Mark caught a glimpse of the time on the clock radio, six thirty in the morning; he rubbed his eyes and prepared to wake you before you woke up in tears, however, a plaintive moan made him freeze in place, just looking at you sleeping.

“Mark... Please” you begged, still asleep. He watched your fingers twist the comforter and your legs close tightly. “Please!”

Your pleading voice made his hackles stand on end, he blinked in astonishment a few times until he came to the conclusion that you were having a wet dream. About him. This certainty made his blood run thicker through his veins, warming his entire body; you and Mark had an unspoken agreement, if one of you woke up with the other having this kind of dream, could and should move forward. Have you ever had the chance to wake Mark up with a blowjob or literally sitting on him sometimes, but the Australian has never had the chance to have you in his sleep.

If hearing you moan his name in your sleep hadn't already turned him on, the knowledge that he could fuck you while you were asleep did.

Fuck, if he wasn't feeling like a teenager there.

He carefully pulled back the duvet so as not to wake you and settled between your legs. The wet spot on your pajama shorts made him smile; Mark lay in the space between your thighs and pulled the delicate fabric away from its glossy folds.

“what do you need, doll?” he asked, sliding his fingers slowly into her pussy. A fun fact about people who talk in their sleep: will answer anything they are asked.

He saw your face scrunch up and he circled your swollen clit with his thumb, chuckling softly as he saw you jump.

“i-i want you,” he replied softly, still sleeping soundly.

“really?” he continued to tease the sensitive little spot, you trembled even more

“yes yes please” she begged him

“okay baby, anything you want” he ripped her shorts and covered her pussy with his mouth. He himself couldn’t contain the moan of satisfaction as he felt his taste flood his mouth. You were incredibly wet and his fingers slid easily inside you. You cried out at the suction on your clit and melted completely when he let his teeth roll lightly over the swollen bud. Mark watched as tears wet your closed eyes and you squirmed more, letting go of the comforter to grab his hair.

“Mark!” you exclaimed, your back coming off the mattress and your eyes flying open, but they didn’t stay open for long. “f-fuck, so good!”

He hummed, letting go of your thigh to grab your breast over your shirt, you placed your hand over his, tightening the grip. You were close, your cloudy mind couldn't identify anything other than his mouth eating you with such desire and your orgasm growing in your stomach.

Whimpering whimpers escaped her throat as he pulled away, his chin soaked with her juices and his dark eyes shining.

“come sit on my face, doll” he lies down on the bed and you crawl on top of him. He hugged your hips and made you sit on his mouth, hitting exactly where you needed it, you held on to the headboard so you wouldn't fall on him, your legs went weak with each stroke of his soft tongue on your clit. You wouldn't last much longer.

He made you move, riding his tongue like it was his cock.

“Mark- baby, I-I’m g-gonna-” you stuttered, biting the inside of your cheek.

"come on doll, cum for me, go" he asked without taking his mouth off you and you gave in, your body shaking violently as you came in his mouth. It took all of Mark's self-control not to cum in his pants like a teenager. He felt rock hard and his balls ached with the urge to cum, but this moment was about you.

Always about you.

He carefully placed you on the bed and saw you smile, tired, the thin layer of sweat made you shine and he brushed away the strands of hair that stuck to your forehead.

“was it good?” he asked, watching the white t-shirt stick to her breasts, outlining the hard nipples.

“fucking very good, love” you replied breathlessly, but your tiredness seemed to evaporate when you saw the bulging mark of his cock against his pajama pants. “but it might be better” and you pushed him on the bed, sitting down exactly where he wanted you.

KIMI RAIKKONEN:

That was one way to wake up.

“i want you to fuck me while I sleep,” you had blurted out as he read the newspaper over breakfast. Few things could surprise Kimi Raikkonen, and you were certainly one of them.

He choked on the tea he was drinking and put down the newspaper, you were too focused on your own magazine to notice his incredulous look. How did you say things like that so naturally?

“what the fuck, Y/N?!” he said a little exasperated.

“why the surprise? I didn’t say anything out of the ordinary, Raikkonen,” you said, still focused on your magazine. He dropped the paper for good and ruffled his blond hair, becoming even more exasperated. “i really want you to fuck me while I sleep, I’ve always wanted to, but I’ve never trusted anyone enough,” you confessed, finally looking at him, “but I trust you and I want you to do this, as rudely as you can.”

Ever since then, your request has been plaguing his mind (both of them, to be honest), he couldn't distract himself from your words and whenever he actually stopped to think about it, he ended up excited. You really were a surprising little thing.

At night, you put on your cute pajamas, kissed him and didn't let him forget your request, giving him your best puppy dog look “please, Kimi, I want it so bad” and your lip trembled, making the request even more believable. “you have my consent to be as hard as you want, I will love it”

And with that, you rolled over and fell asleep almost instantly, leaving him awake with a hundred questions and an aching erection between his legs. Kimi watched the first few hours of your sleep, her mind still spinning around your request, if you wanted it, there was nothing wrong, right? You had assured him that you wanted it. But Kimi was still reluctant.

He never considered the idea of having sex with you while you were sleeping, nor did he expect you to want it. Who would have thought that behind her cute baby face was hiding a little whore who likes hard sex? He rested his head on the headboard, the clock indicated that it was past two in the morning.

He looked at you, your fluffy silk pajamas that hid nothing from his imagination, your soft curves, your sleeping face. You were driving him crazy.

“fuck” he cursed and kicked the covers away, watching you try to snuggle against him. Kimi saw your nipples harden from the cold, marking the delicate silk of the babydoll.

i want you to fuck me while I sleep

i want you to fuck me while I sleep

i want you to fuck me while I sleep

Your request reverberated in his mind as he watched you until the moment all fear left him and Kimi ripped your pajamas, dividing the silk into two pieces. Kimi made you turn over in bed, with your chest against the bed and your ass in the air, high enough for him to be able to fuck you in your favorite position.

He should have picked up on the signs that you weren't so innocent, that you didn't want to be treated like a princess. His beautiful little girl wanted to be treated like a prostitute, how could he refuse? Kimi grabbed your hips and brought your wet pussy against his mouth, humming with your taste, you let out a cute little moan, without waking up, Kimi loved your taste, loved knowing that no one else left you dripping like he did and all he had to do was give you a few kitten licks and you would lick his chin. He took his time, eating you out until your lube dripped. He ran his fingers through you, taking what he could and slid your juices onto the tip of his member, and without any shame, he thrust into you until there was no space between you both, his moan mixed with yours as you slowly woke up, with each raw beat of his hips against yours, your naughty smile grew. Kimi took your hands and pinned them behind your back, holding you while his cock hit all the right places inside you, you would wake up sore, used and happy. With his other hand, he landed a hard slap on your ass that would leave marks the next day and grabbed your hair, leaving you on your knees on the bed.

“is this what you wanted, pretty girl? to be used like a dirty little whore? just for my pleasure?”

Yeah, yeah, yeah Kimi!” She exclaimed, writhing for him to go deeper, but Kimi held her back.

“No, no, quiet”

“But Kimi-” she cooed, wanting more. And in response he landed a slap on her clit, which made her moan louder and roll her eyes.

“I told you to be quiet, or you won’t cum today.”

a/n¹: oh jeezz, this was 🔥

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One, Two, Three || LH44 & FA14

summary: her plans were to study for her midterms, theirs were to hinder her in any way they could..

cw: bullying, stalking, toxic behavior, jealousy, one, two, three, double p-, name-calling, dubcon(?), degradation, use of nicknames (cutie, little mouse, sweetie, slut, etc.), p in v, fingering, choking, overstimulation, eating p-,provocation, semi public, poorly translated Spanish and other lowlifes that I can't remember right now.

a/n: I changed the plot three times and if this one doesn't come out right, I'm going to f, I'm warning you all. Maybe I've written worse things than this? Yes, but is anyone complaining?

The library was empty at that time, the overwhelming majority of students must have been at the Gamma Kappa Eta party. And that was great for her, because she could study without interruptions. Y/N played the recording of the class and began to redo her notes, picking up points that had gone unnoticed in class.

“Don’t forget to lock everything when you leave, dear,” Margareth, the librarian said as she left, leaving Y/N truly alone in the library. The girl frequented the place so much that she had already become friends with the employees and almost always had lunch with them — or spent hours there, hiding from Lewis and Fernando.

The two mechanical engineering students had been trying to make her life miserable since the first day they laid eyes on her. She long ago abandoned her ambition to understand why she was being persecuted and began trying to protect herself because Alonso and Hamilton could be very, very creative when it came to stalking their favorite victim. Staying out of their sight was his best option most of the time, especially since no campus “authority” would take any action against the university’s model students. There was no way Oxford was going to embarrass the heirs of two of Europe's most influential families in favor of the daughter of a metalworker and a modest lawyer from Liverpool. Damn capitalism, she cursed in a moment of distraction.

“Yes, I’ll lock it, relax Maggie! Have a good rest and see you on Monday!” he replied, waving to the woman. Finally she started studying and wanted to die at the first topic, she loved/hated organic chemistry with all her strength.

Hours later, Y/N was halfway through the audio when she heard the chair next to her being carefully dragged out and a brown bag being placed on the table, She found the worried face of Heikki Kovaleinen, he was still wearing his team jacket and smelled of beer. He had obviously left the Gama Kappa Eta party.

“Cheese pizza, vanilla cupcake and lemon soda, your favorite study menu,” the Finn said kindly.

“Thanks Kova, but you didn't need to, I brought food” and showed the transparent compartmentalized bag, full of pieces of apples, baby carrots, celery and something else that he couldn't even identify.

“God forgive me, but that sounds awful, you literally live up to your nickname bunny sometimes,” he grimaced and snatched the bag from her hands. “If you’re going to study the chemistry of whatever, you need carbohydrates and sugar, otherwise by the time you’re done, you’re going to be growling at people.”

“What do you have against healthy eating?”

“Nothing, usually, but when it comes to you studying, I have a lot of things against you because they all involve you growling at me like an angry chihuahua.” he retorted, shaking in a dramatic way that made her roll her eyes

“Are you sure you want to do physical education and not theater? Because you would make a great dramatic actor,” she commented, pushing her books and notes away so as not to march with fat. “I can’t believe you left the party just to bring me food”

“It's what best friends do, you would do the same for me” he said as if it wasn't important and he was right, Y/N would do the same for him, without thinking twice. “Now that I’ve secured your dinner in a decent manner, I’ll head back to the party, I’ve left some cheerleaders waiting for me, and you know I'm a gentleman, I hate to keep a lady waiting,” he said suggestively, receiving a slap in the chest in response.

“Get the hell out of here, Kovaleinen,” she said. Heikki stood up, straightening his football jacket, and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before leaving. Anyone who saw the scene from the outside would think that they both had something beyond their years-long friendship, but just the mention of a relationship between them made them vomit.

However, not everyone knew this.

She listened to the recording of the class again while eating one of the slices of pizza that Heikki brought, smiling at her best friend's attitude.

Y/N was definitely not a popular person in college, she went unnoticed by most people most of the time and she loved it. But that was before and it wasn't long before a photo of her and Heikki was sent to Fernando Alonso and Lewis Hamilton only to be taken out of context and further fuel their need to torment her.

The party was in full swing and Fernando had one of the cheerleaders on his lap and was inches away from reaching under her pleated skirt when the photo arrived on his cell phone. Y/N was sitting at one of the furthest tables in the library and Kovaleinen was standing, both looking at each other romantically. How did he not know that his little mouse was dating the soccer idiot?

Immediately, he looked for Lewis and the Brit looked at him, both of them were thinking the same thing.

“Get out,” he pushed the cheerleader off his lap and straightened his clothes, checking to make sure there was no smell of beer or the girl’s cloying perfume.

“You’re an idiot!” the cheerleader yelled, rubbing her sore butt from the fall.

“And yet you’re dying to sit on me, aren’t you, bonita?” He gave an arrogant smile and left, meeting Lewis in front of the mansion.

“Did you know that?” he asked Lewis and received a snap in response.

“Do you really think I would have allowed this idiocy if I had known? Especially with that idiot Kovaleinen?”

They both literally marched to the library, finding Y/N at one of the tables in the back, focused on her notebook and holding a huge glass of soda. She was completely disconnected from the rest of the world and that was great for them.

“Get her, I'll lock the door” he instructed his friend. Y/N wore a vintage Oxford sweatshirt and gym shorts, shorter than morals and good manners allowed, fortunately Lewis didn't care much about morals and good manners.

“Little mouse” he said, sitting in the place Heikki was previously and ripped off her headphones, Y/N gripped the pen in apprehension and aimed at one of her bullies, aware that his night of studying had been permanently ruined. “we discovered something interesting today, you know?” he said, looking at the various notes scattered across the table.

Before she could answer, Fernando sat down on the other side, she definitely wouldn't study anymore that night.

“Just imagine, cutie, we were enjoying the party at GKE when we received an interesting photo of a dumb little mouse and that son of a bitch Kovaleinen in the library” Fernando said, as if he were telling a story. “I thought I told you not to let anyone but Lew and me touch you, sweetie, didn’t I, Lew?”

Her eyes widened, not believing they were watching her.

Y/N bit her lip, thinking about what she would say, she wasn't afraid of Alonso or Hamilton, for her they were both nothing more than rich, snobbish and unemployed people who thought they were really badass, but they were nothing more than two toxic idiots.

In one swift motion, Lewis grabbed her jaw firmly enough to hold her still “since you are stupid enough not to understand what we command, we will make sure to reinforce that no one else will touch you, no one.”

Y/N felt her breathing hitch as another hand wrapped around her neck, she wanted to scream and struggle, but she knew no one would hear her and she couldn't fight against the two of them, who were much stronger than her.

Fernando exerted enough pressure on her throat to feel Y/N's heartbeat accelerate against his fingers and her breath catch, the Spaniard smiled, sliding his nose over the small patch of exposed skin, making Y/N jump in her chair. “We think you need to understand what will happen if someone else touches you, especially if it’s Kovaleinen.”

Y/N licked her dry lips and tried to calm herself down, there was nothing nearby that she could use to get rid of the two, not even a pen or something like that. “You are idiots if you think you have any power over this, I will be touched, kissed or fucked by whoever I want” she said petulantly and her nervousness increased when she noticed the cruel smile on Lewis's face, Y/N was no fool, she knew Fernando was smiling the same way.

“Oh, really, love?” Fernando said, slipping his free hand inside her sweatshirt, finding no resistance between his fingers and her breasts, squeezing the soft flesh tightly. “Do you see, Lew? We’re going to have to tame this little slut.”

Y/N clenched her fists even tighter when she felt Fernando's firm grip on one of her breasts. That had been a bad night to go out without a bra. She swallowed any noise she could make and tried to free himself from both of them, but Lewis tightened his grip on his chin and took his left hand in the opposite direction to Fernando's hand, Y/N tried to keep her legs closed, but Lewis held her left thigh with his own legs and without difficulty, he put his left hand inside her shorts.

“We'll have to tame this little mouse again, Nando, because she's too dumb to understand who she belongs to,” Lewis said, pushing his fingers against her clit and Y/N did her best to stay away, that wouldn't happen again. Fucking hell no. “no, no sweetie, don’t even think about running away or screaming, no one will hear you or come to save you.”

Her breath hitched again as Lewis swirled his fingers over the sensitive spot and Y/N cursed her own body because she could feel herself getting wet with each press of his fingers on her clit. Stupid fucking girl, she cursed herself.

She gripped his wrist tightly, trying to push Lewis's hand away from her, but he didn't move an inch away. He spread her juices all over her folds until he slid both fingers inside her, Y/N's hips shook and she groaned, closing her eyes, hating being so surrendered to the two. Without much difficulty, Fernando lifted her coat until Y/N's torso was exposed, he made her bite the hem of the sweatshirt.

“I don't want to hear any sound from you, cutie, or I'll spank you” and with that, he landed a quick slap on one of her nipples, making the tip harden even more. Y/N sank her teeth into the soft fabric, she was angry that she had been subjugated so easily, that they had disrupted her studies, that they thought she belonged to them and mainly with herself for enjoying that shitty situation, again.

She was lost, the feeling of Lewis's fingers moving in and out of her so slowly, combined with Fernando's mouth and hand on her breasts was suffocating; the girl closed her eyes tightly, trying to stop the wave of pleasure from sweeping through her body, She didn't want to feel surrendered, used by them again. Fernando and Lewis loved to criticize, mock and embarrass her at any opportunity they had. Y/N lost count of how many times she had been the butt of jokes in the college hallways or when she had to hide to avoid hearing the malicious laughter of other students. Alonso and Hamilton stole her books several times, she lost count of how many locks they broke on her dorm room or how they liked to point out that she had come from a poor neighborhood. They loved making her life a living hell, turning her academic period into a nightmare she couldn't wait to get out of.

Even the few romantic relationships she did manage to have, the two of them were willing to destroy. No one else at Oxford dared to try anything with her, either because Y/N was an outcast from the university or because Lewis and Fernando would never allow it. She hated them, deeply.

And she hated it even more when the two of them managed to make her as meek and malleable as she was at that moment.

Fernando made her take off her coat for good and used the rope from the hood to tie her hands behind her back, he appreciated every bit of bare skin.Y/N was beautiful, fucking perfect and he hated the thought of anyone other than him and Lewis touching her, making her gasp and moan as sweetly as they did, Alonso was shaking with rage.

But apparently, the little mouse seemed to ignore this and let any other filthy sucker dirty the body that belonged to them.

“Who else can touch you, Y/N?” Lewis asked, pressing his thumb against her clit as he continued to slowly insert his fingers into her tight hole. She wanted to close her thighs, but with Lewis's legs holding her back, it was impossible.

“Whoever the fuck I want,” she growled, clenching around his fingers, making Lewis lick his lips hungrily and irritated by her stubbornness, he pulled his fingers out of her and slapped her swollen bud, Y/N's response was to scream and tremble, pure pleasure spread through her body, making her forget her convictions. “Oh my God, fuck.”

Not allowing her to get used to the sensation, Lewis gave another one in the same place, enjoying her trembling body and weak voice.

“Who, Y/N?”

“Whoever I want, damn it” she insisted, with his voice wavering.

Fernando, who was just watching the two, grabbed her jaw and brought the girl's face towards him, seeing how red her cheeks were and how cloudy Y/N's eyes looked.Her mouth said something her body didn't agree with, so he gave Lewis a quick glance. Sloppily, he scraped the pad of his thumb across her parted lips, watching her breathe harder, no matter what she wanted to say, how many lies she tried to tell, her body would always give away the truth. He and Hamilton just had to know how to handle it.

She let her head fall back as Lewis' fingers entered her pussy again, and everything got more intense when Fernando decided to play with her clit and breasts.

“Alright, alright little mouse, anyone can touch you, Lew and I understand that” he said condescendingly and if Y/N wasn’t intoxicated with pleasure, she would certainly have already sent his condescension to hell. “But do you really think someone will be able to leave you like this? Trembling and moaning so deliciously with just a few touches?”

Her mind melted when she felt Fernando pinch her clit. He stuck his free hand in her hair, forcing her to look at what the two of them were doing to her, how they had total control over her body.

“Do you think anyone is going to make you this wet? Oh little mouse, you’re dumber than we thought, so” he said gently, watching as she trembled, about to cum, her moans escaped and she jumped when she felt another slap on her chest. “I told you not to moan, slut, understand?”

Another slap landed on her breast and Y/N nodded.

“Good girl, now answer Lewis's question, or you won't cum, little mouse" he threatened seeing her eyes water, this made his cock throb under his clothes. He didn't think he would have any fixation on dacryphilia, but damn, he would get addicted to anything Y/N gave him.

She bit her tongue, pissed off at the situation, she knew that if she said what they wanted to hear, she would be fucked beyond belief, but holy shit, she wanted to cum so bad, the pain of a denied orgasm was horrible and she was so close...

“J-Just you, guys, I-I swear” she whimpered. Lewis kissed her damp cheek, Y/N hadn’t even noticed she was crying, in agony from her orgasm. He hated how beautiful Y/N was, how sweet and responsive she was, because no one else could get him as hard as she could. He hated knowing that the only woman he wanted was her. But that hatred wasn't enough to stop him from kneeling in front of her every time and putting his face between the girl's silky legs, didn't stop him from wanting to devour her, from wanting everything she had to give.

“Smart girl,” and with that said, he sped up the thrusts of his fingers, the wet sound echoing obscenely through the library, leaving the trio even more anxious, more needy than they could have. Y/N pushed her hips against his and Fernando's hand, wanting to cum as soon as possible. “Do you want to cum, love?”

“Yes, yes I-I want to” he replied quickly, she rolled her eyes, overcome by maddening lust.

“Ask for it, tesoro” Fernando whispered in her ear before nibbling on her earlobe and the skin of her neck. “Use your pretty words, will you?”

Y/N dug her nails into her palms and tried to stop her body from pushing against their hands, but she was already beyond her control. Lewis and Fernando had managed to break her again. More tears welled up in her eyes, but they didn't even reach beyond her cheekbones because Lewis kissed each one of them.

“Please, please, I-I need it so-so much,” she begged, opening his eyes in time to see the expressions of adoration his two bullies had on their faces. “N-No one else is going to t-touch m-me” she promised and Lewis accelerated even more, hitting her g-spot superficially, Y/N felt her body weaken completely, she was sure she had never come as hard as she did at that moment.

Lewis removed his fingers from her, and moaned when he noticed how sticky they were, he made sure to taste her, literally growling. Fuck, she was so hot, that even hating her seemed impossible.

“So fucking hot, love,” he said, leaving his own fingers clean, and then kissing her hard. Y/N responded to the kiss lazily, still lethargic from the violent orgasm. “You should try it, Nando,” he said after pulling away from her.

“I will,” the Spaniard assured, without much care he knocked all the papers off the table and carefully placed it on the wooden top. Y/N hissed at the contact of the cold wood on her scalding body, she knew that this had been just the first orgasm of many, the two engineering students wouldn't stop until she passed out from cumming so much and even though she hated it, she couldn't wait for it. Only her torso and hips were supported by the furniture, her head hung a little off the table, which made Lewis smile before turning around and facing her, at the same moment that Fernando ripped off her shorts and panties. He groaned deeply as he saw how wet her sensitive folds were, Y/N was glowing with lust in every way; in order to make her more eager, he slid his nose over her groin and inner thighs, enjoying her scent, feeling more hungry for her. Y/N bit her lip to stop herself from moaning, but it was in vain when Fernando literally devoured her pussy, he seemed desperate to taste every bit of her.

“Fuck-” she choked, “so goood” she whimpered and felt Lewis’s hand wrap around her throat.

“Open your mouth wide, sweetie,” he ordered and even without meaning to — who was she trying to fool, Y/N really wanted to, so fucking much — she opened her mouth. She watched as Lewis unzipped his jeans and let them fall around his ankles along with his underwear. She licked her lips as she saw his erection throb in front of her and she moaned in delight as Lewis pushed the head of his cock against her mouth, slowly entering the girl's warm, soft mouth. It took him a few seconds to get used to his size and when he felt her tongue try to wrap around his cock, he decided to start fucking her mouth. He held her throat with more pressure, feeling the exact spot where his cock reached her mouth, his thrusts gained more force, making Y/N choke and salivate around him, making each thrust into her mouth easier, Lewis watched with pleasure as his cock disappeared inside her lips. That was a view no one else should fucking have. “fuck baby, such a good little mouth, taking my cock so well, oh my god” he grunted.

Fernando grabbed her thighs, keeping them away from his head, because even though he didn't mind being suffocated by Y/N's thighs, at that moment it was all about eating that pussy without interruption. He pressed his fingers into the fat on her legs until they created small red spots, not that any of them would mind, and licked her folds again, collecting every last bit of her pleasure, that flowed like a fountain; Alonso let his fingers play with her clit, making her arch up on the table and he stuck his tongue in the little hole that tightened around nothing. He groaned, she moaned, Lewis moaned. Fernando unzipped his pants and released his aching penis, it was hard to the point of pain.

Fernando pumped his own cock, lost between thoughts of continuing to eat that sweet pussy or burying his cock as deep as he could. He moaned more as she wiggled on his face, wanting to cum again, and Fernando increased the pressure on her clit, licking her entire pussy, without stopping to fuck his cock in his own fist. But just to get her on the edge of cumming, he wanted to be inside her when Y/N came, he wanted her to get his cock all wet and he wanted to fill her up, Who knows, maybe she would end the night with a baby in her belly? The idea made him throb even more and with that in mind, he walked away, listening to her whimper.

“I think she’s ready, Lew,” he said huskily, licking the traces of her juices from his mouth. Lewis struggled to pull away too, appreciating how the girl was a mess of tears and saliva, beautiful as hell. He helped her sit up and she almost collapsed, she was limp and numb from the sensations that shook her body, Lewis's cock fucking her mouth, Fernando's tongue fucking her pussy, where anyone could see. But that wasn't important, she wanted to feel it all again, more intensely.

Fernando sat back down on the chair where he was and made Y/N slide onto his lap, the girl moved uncomfortably because of her trapped hands.

“L-Let go of my hands, please,” she begged, her lower lip trembling and tears welling up again. “I-I want to t-touch both of you.”

“What do you think, Lew?” he asked, stroking her thighs, doing his best to ignore that Y/N was sitting right on top of his cock.

“She behaved well, Nando... I think our little slut deserves a treat,” he said, releasing the rope around her wrists. Immediately, Y/N grabbed Fernando's shoulders and ground her pelvis against his hips, feeling the head of his cock poke her clit. She bit her lip and moaned softly, sounding sweet as only heaven could sound. The two boys grunted hoarsely. Hamilton literally jumped over the table until he was behind her, watching with pleasure as sweat bathed her back, leaving Y/N glowing in the dim light of the library.

Lewis pushed two fingers against her mouth, enjoying how quick Y/N was to wrap her warm tongue around the two digits, and he wished it was his cock there again. “like that, baby, make them nice and wet for me” he groaned in approval, she whimpered as she pulled his fingers away from her mouth, but Y/N didn't have enough time to miss it as Lewis rubbed his saliva-wet fingers against her anus, feeling her twitch “relax baby, i know you can handle it”

She felt Fernando's fingers rub circles on her thigh before lifting her, just enough to fit his cock at her entrance, making Y/N slide down his length. She rested her head on Fernando's shoulder, loving the sensation of widening that his thick cock caused her. He kissed the curve of her neck, feeling her shiver, both of them feeling each other throb with each other. He gave a nod to Lewis who took the signal and pressed the swollen glans against her anus. The girl scratched Fernando's back hard, just because they had done it before doesn't mean it was easy, Lewis was fucking big, damn.

“Fuck, tesoro, "You're strangling my cock," he said, panting. "Relax, baby, or Lew won't be able to get in," he chuckled hoarsely, placing his mouth on one of her breasts. Little by little, her grip on Fernando's cock loosens and she allows Lewis to enter completely.

Lewis breathed as if he was relieved “damn sweetie, you’re still tight” he said almost breathlessly and gave a slow thrust, making her sigh. “That’s right baby, relax and let me fuck that pretty ass.”

“I-I’m so full, damn” she moaned softly and moved her hips against both of them, feeling them go deeper. Fernando tangled his fingers in her hair and kissed her, letting her move as she wanted. Y/N kissed him back without stopping to bounce on him, moaning as his tongue moved against hers; Lewis gripped her hips tightly without stopping his thrusts and her tightness around him made things even more pleasurable. The moans of the three mixed with the sounds of their bodies colliding.

“No one will leave you like this again, little mouse,” Lewis said, wrapping his arms around her neck, speaking softly in her ear.

“No one else can make you moan so good and no one else will,” Fernando added, supporting her thighs to thrust deeper, moaning at the tightness around his cock. “Lew is right, shit, you're still tight... Even with all the times we fucked you”

Safely between the two, Y/N wiggled faster, she was so close to cumming, but there was still something missing... She needed something.

“H-Harder, p-please,” she stuttered, bouncing faster, rolling her eyes each time they entered her.

They didn't even respond, they just followed her request, holding her tightly as the dicks went in and out without stopping, Y/N held Fernando's face between both hands to kiss him sloppily, not caring about her teeth chattering against Fernando's or the bites on her lips, the kiss was interrupted by Lewis, who took her mouth eagerly, in a kiss as intense as the previous one.

A knot formed in her belly, announcing the orgasm that was to come.

“I-I w-will” She whimpered, fat tears streaming down her cheeks in abundance, she felt so much, it felt like she would collapse at any moment.

“Is that so, little mouse?” Lewis asked, pulling out of her completely, making her moan needily.

“Mhmmm yes yes” she said, trying to hurry her orgasm by pressing her clit, but Fernando held her hand, making her lean even more on him. “please”

“Fuck, sweetie,” they said together as they felt her tighten around them. “Cum, baby, cum now,” Fernando murmured, leaving more marks on her body, in addition to the ones he and Lewis had already made. Y/N gasped breathlessly as her orgasm exploded, shaking her body until she collapsed completely on top of the Spaniard, completely powerless. It wasn't long before she was joined by them, the warm heat of their cum inside her made her gasp. She was so full, so hot.

“I hope that was enough, little mouse,” Fernando said, still holding her. “No one will leave you like this again, tesoro”

“Mhmmm” was just what Y/N ‘said’.

“She needs a bath, Nando, and rest”

In no time, the two organized the mess they had made, Lewis wrapped the jacket around her body, Y/N just mumbled sleepily, snuggling into Hamilton's chest. Maybe sleeping in their dorm would finally make her understand that there would be no one else in her life.

She woke up suffocating from the heat, which was strange because it was the height of the English winter, she tried to push the blankets away, but it was no use when the source of her heat was nothing more, nothing less than Lewis and Fernando flanking her. She rubbed her eyes and looked around, seeing that he wasn't in her room, as the curtains were too dark and the walls didn't have her posters.

“What the fuck?” She grumbled, trying to sit up, but the arms wrapped around her waist prevented her.

“It’s still too early, little mouse,” Lewis murmured sleepily, holding her in place. She sighed when she felt him bury his face in her hair. “Rest.”

“B-But-” she stammered in confusion.

“That’s it, go to sleep or we’ll wake you up for good,” it was Fernando’s turn to speak, with his face buried in the valley of her breasts.

She sank back into the mattress, the memories slowly returning, the sex in the library, all the other times they had repeated it in the room they shared. Her cheeks turned a deep shade of red, no matter how many times they did this, she would never stop feeling embarrassed.

“I told you to rest, Y/N,” she heard Lewis’s muffled voice, and his grip on her waist reinforced the warning.

“I can’t sleep anymore”

“And apparently you won’t let anyone else sleep...” Fernando said, letting go of her so he could stretch, yawning still very sleepy.

The three of them settled into the king-size bed and Y/N crossed her arms “So? How are we going to solve this?”

“This? This what, little mouse?”

“Come on Lewis, the three of us! How is this going to play out from here? Or do you intend to continue acting like idiots to me in public? If so, I will leave and never speak to you again.”

“Cálmate, cálmate, no tienes que irte, ¿vale?” (Calm, calm, don't have to go, okay?) “You're with us now, little mouse, as you should have been a long time ago,” Fernando assured.

“But people will comment, I will be called a slut,” she said.

“Nobody will say anything, baby, you're with us now and nobody is stupid enough to cross any of us,” Lewis said. “And if they call you a slut, it’s because of envy, after all, people would like to be you or have you.”

She bit her lip thoughtfully. Not that she really cared about what others were saying, she had been hearing atrocities since her first day at Oxford, but this time it felt different.

“Don’t think about it, tesoro, We'll take care of it if it happens, since now you have two fucking rich idiots willing to solve any shit for you” Fernando kissed her shoulder. “Don’t worry about it, little mouse.”

“It looks like we’ll have to fuck those silly thoughts out of you, sweetie,” Lewis suggested, kissing her as Fernando made her take off the shirt she had put on earlier in the morning. She didn't care about the pain in her body, or how sensitive she was, she wanted to feel all the insane pleasure they were willing to give her.

"Feels good to me" she moaned before having her lips kissed by Alonso, Lewis was busy retracing the marks on her body, listening to the small muffled moans that escaped between her kiss and Fernando. It wasn't long before the Brit was between her legs, the shock of his mouth against her clitoris made her bite Fernando's mouth. “Holy God, Lewis!”

“No honey, no calling God’s name now,” Fernando murmured. “I think we’d better keep that pretty little mouth busy, huh?”

She held the tray, looking around the crowded cafeteria. There was no empty seat and with Heikki traveling to Finland, she was alone there. Y/N was about to turn around to go have lunch in the library with Maggie when a hand gently grabbed her arm.

“Where are you going, little mouse? We’ve been waiting for you,” Lewis said, taking the tray from her.

Her cheeks glowed red and she stammered, “B-But there are no empty seats here.”

“You can always sit on my lap, baby.” He gave her a mischievous smile. “And don’t be modest, little mouse, I know how much you like it.”

“So rude!”

He placed her in front of him as they crossed the cafeteria, oblivious to the stares of the other students. “I'll keep being rude because you like it.”

They finally reached the table where Fernando was and the Spaniard didn't hesitate, he grabbed her hand and made her sit on his lap, making the girl blush even more.

“Hey tesoro, where were you going?” he said, kissing her intensely.

“She was going to have lunch at the library, she said there was no place to have lunch.” Lewis placed her tray on the table and turned to his friends. “What is it?”

“Do you have her? The rat?”

Without thinking much, Lewis threw the apple at the forehead of the person who had said it, with enough force to shatter the fruit.

“Say that again, and the next thing to hit your face will be my fist,” he threatened. “And anyone else who says anything about Y/N, in front of me or not.”

“Eat, I know you didn’t have coffee today, there’s no point in lying” Fernando said.

Y/N rolled her eyes, but ate, she was really hungry, so she didn't even think about the irony of the situation. Weeks ago, she was having lunch anywhere to avoid the wickedness of the same men who seemed so concerned about her. The girl felt Fernando's fingers move up her waist unpretentiously, while talking to someone about the start of the Euro Cup, the subject soon became a mess, due to the variety of foreign students. Soon, Lewis's hand was on his thigh, squeezing gently.

“Very well, little mouse,” the Spaniard whispered only for her to hear. “You better be fed, because you’re going to need it.” The unspoken promises made her shiver and squirm in his lap. “Quiet, dulzura, wriggling around on my lap isn’t going to help us any now.”

Lewis's grip tightened, making her restless and anxious.

“Later, love, later,” he said quietly.

She let herself relax in Alonso's arms, listening to him discuss with some friend about the Spanish team's performance, She knew it would take a long time for the three of them to resolve the issues they had. But the weeks they spent together were giving her the certainty that things would finally work out.

Maybe life in Oxford wouldn't be so bad anymore. She held Hamilton's hand and rested her head on Alonso's shoulder, laughing at how his life literally became the popular expression ‘one is too few, two is good and three is perfect’.

a/n: Man, I spent the whole day writing this, but it finally came out the way I wanted and my God it was SO GOOD, my goodness I loved writing this, I hope you liked it too!

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Natural Enemies || FC43

summary: maybe Franco and Y/N don't hate each other as much as they think.

cw: fights, some swearing, and obscenity.unprotected sex (don't be reckless kids, don't follow suit here), p in v, hair pulling, slapping and maybe reader!sub(?)

a/n: I wanted to write something this afternoon, but I didn't want anything too long. So here's a drabble with baby-Franco (I think he's a baby, people, judge me)

starring: Franco Colapinto x Brazilian!Reader

Only God and the saints in heaven knew how much she hated Franco Colapinto, and that went beyond him being Argentinian — well, everyone knew about the historical rivalry between Brazilians and Argentinians — Franco was insufferable beyond belief and seemed to love testing her limits.

She really hated him, even at that moment when his hips were slamming into hers with savagery and desire. Y/N hated him, but she still fucked him because one thing had nothing to do with the other.

“Porra Franco” (fuck Franco) Y/N moaned, feeling his cock hit all the right places inside her, she shouldn't be there, and she certainly shouldn't be fucking him without a condom, but fuck, she was senseless when she was with Franco, whether it was fighting or fucking. “Don't stop, don't stop, damn it”

He smirked, rolling Y/N’s denim skirt up her hips before landing a slap on her ass. “I won’t stop, muñequita, I won't stop” he growled, leaving another mark on the girl's buttocks.

She arched her back more, leaving her hips more up against Franco, she was lost in the sensations of his cock going in and out nonstop, the slaps on her ass and of his hand tangled in her hair.

“You don’t hate me that much, isn't it, ¿amorcito?” He scoffed, pulling her face down to kiss her, a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss.

Y/N brought one of her hands to the back of his neck, pulling his curls between her fingers, making him grunt. The wet sound of their bodies slamming together only made her even more excited and if Franco kept fucking her like he hated her (and he did), she would cum in seconds.

“I fucking hate you, idiota” She said, hearing his chuckle in her ear, she rolled her eyes when Franco released her hips and began circling her sensitive clit. “Porra sim, não para, Franco” (Fuck yes, don't stop, Franco) she begged, feeling her whole body tremble in an intense orgasm, the pilot moaned hoarsely as Y/N tightened around him, making him cum inside her, staining her soft walls with his sperm.

They both took a deep breath, trying to calm down. Franco pulled out of her slowly, grunting as he watched his cum leak from Y/N's folds.

“Eso es tan jodidamente hermoso, muñequita” (This is so fucking beautiful, baby doll) he said, pushing everything inside her again. “Don't let anything slip, you don't want anyone to know that I fucked you in the equipment room, do you?”

Y/N moaned softly as she felt the fingers “For the love of God, man, shut up and give me my panties back.”

Franco got ready, wiping the sweat from his forehead before stuffing her panties into the pocket of his overalls. “No, it’ll be my lucky charm today.”

He said and left the room, leaving a furious Y/N behind.

Damn, she fucking hated him!