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soangelbaby · 5 months ago

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thinking about giving clark the sloppiest head ever because i don’t see it enough on here ??

“you sure about this?” clark asks, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. you had offered your throat to him, for him to use and abuse for his own benefit, to make your mouth his own personal fleshlight. it’s not like you hadn’t thought about it—and you know he did, you knew he was afraid of hurting you, but you didn’t care, this was about what you wanted and what you were going to give.

“yes clark, i’ve never been more sure about anything. don’t hesitate now, you had all day to get ready for me.” you sink down to your knees in front of him, his back against the foot of your shared bed. his hands were making patterns on your chin and down your jaw, as if he was savoring how pretty you look before he completely ruins you. he doesn’t respond, he just tilts his chin up, eyes locked on yours and begins undoing his belt. and you can’t help but grin, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip. finally, you thought, he was finally going to fuck your face, ruin your pretty little mouth—you could already feel him, the sensation of his nut coating the back of your throat.

“if it’s too much—or i hurt you at all, at any moment, you let me know okay?” he says, his fingers looping into the waistband of his pants as he tugged them down along with his boxers. his dick sprung free, brushing against your lips as it hit his stomach. you immediately reached up to grab him, slowly taking his tip into your mouth. he hisses at the feeling of your soft, warm lips around him, shifting slightly against the bed, his eyes fluttering close and his head tipping back. you knew he was shy, wasn’t used to this, but needed to see how far you could push him, to see if he would completely crumble for you. “can you look at me?” you murmur, before taking all of him into your mouth. clark’s head shot up, his hands flying immediately to grip your hair that was falling in front of your face. “fuck, yeah—yeah baby, i can look at you, you know you look so pretty for me huh?” he pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail as he wraps it tightly around his fist, tugging slightly.

“mhm—” you moan against him, swirling your tongue around the underside of his dick, feeling the thick veins throbbing as you bob your head up and down. clark pulls your hair tighter, his eyes half lidded as he watches you suck him off with ease, too damn easy, he thought. now, he almost wanted to punish you for it, punish you for getting him here, for taking him so well, he wanted more. his hands slowly traveled to the back of your neck, still gripping your hair around his fist, slowly pressing your head further down onto him. his hips bucked instinctively into your throat and he moaned loudly, “just like that baby—fuuck” you gagged around him, his full length hitting the back of your throat, tears welled up in your eyes, your body heaving forward.

your hands shot up to grip his thighs, pulling back as you tried to catch your breath, “that’s what you wanted right?” clark pants, his hand moving down to wipe the spit pooling at your glossy lips, you nodded quickly—too quickly, although you were taken aback, you hadn’t expected him to just go for it—let alone without a warning, but it was what you wanted, needed from him, to throat fuck you like there’s no tomorrow, like it was his last chance to prove himself. he snickered leaning forward slightly, both of his hands tangling in your hair, “you should get back on there then.” he guides you back down onto him, your plump lips wrapping back around his glistening dick as you took in the sight of him. his crinkled white tee, his pink lips curled into a lazy smirk, his pretty eyes low, his fluffy hair disheveled—gosh, he looked too fucking good, you could feel the feel the wetness pooling between your thighs, soaking through your panties. clark stands up fully, his height insane as he looked down at you causing your breath to hitch in your throat, definitely enough for him to feel it, your throat clenching around him.

“not gonna hurt you baby, but i’m sure you’d love it if i did hm?” clark teases, brushing your hair back out your face. you could feel your lashes flutter at his towering frame over you, you almost looked away—his gaze so piercing and intense, “it’s tempting… you take my dick so well you know that?” he groans, his hips shifting slightly, you hum in response to him, your mouth still working, your head still bobbing, stifled sounds of spit gushing around him. “can’t help but to wanna shove it down your throat, see how much you can really handle…” you take that as a challenge, blinking a few times before taking his throbbing shaft completely down your throat again, but this time clark took control. he didn’t let you pull back immediately, instead he held you there, deep-throating him entirely as you gagged uncontrollably, “shit-shit-shit—” he hissed, his eyes squeezing shut, your nose grazed the hairs at the base of his hips, and you felt him twitch in your mouth, seconds later his cum shot down your throat. you couldn’t swallow—hell, you could barely breathe, you tapped his thigh hopefully hard enough to knock him out his haze, and he perked up like a dog, his eyes wide as he let you go. you immediately gasped, hand shooting up to catch the spit trailing your chin and chest.

“fuck baby, i’m sorry—you know how i get when i—” clark started but you cut him off, “no, it’s okay, i…like it..” you murmur, sniffling a bit, smirking up at him as you sat back on your heels. clark’s cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red at your words and he scoffed shaking his head, reaching down to cup your face, giving you a deep kiss, “then round two?” he grinned mischievously, a dark glint in his eyes. and you didn’t know if you’d regret this in the morning, but you had a feeling it’d be worth it…

★ rini’s note ; this took me unnecessarily long to finish so the endings a bit rushed HA but grrrr need his dick down my throat bad AND NOT ON NO GENTLE SHIT like damn kill me boy 😒 anyway hope yall luv itt likes + reblogs are so sexy btww

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moonlight-records · 8 months ago

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Because I Liked A Boy | LN4 (PSDE)

pairing: reader x LN4

summary: You were known as the one who tamed Mr. Playboy of the paddock and for a moment, you thought you had. Then everything goes sideways and suddenly you regret what you've done all because you liked a boy.

warning: angst. so much angst. break-up, player!lando, OOC Oscar?? it's based off the song, sorry not sorry

a/n: welcome to the playlist series, deluxe edition! i put my stim playlist on shuffle and picked the first 12 songs that was played (last two songs are bonus songs!). yes the titles are the songs, whoops

wc: 1.9K

song 1 out 12: because i liked a boy by Sabrina Carpenter

You and Lando had “broken up” right before Baku. Aka, Lando had dumped you right before Singapore which was horrible because he had given you tickets to the race. He let you keep the tickets, thank god, but you would’ve easily sold them if your flight was refundable but the asshole had done it quite literally 24 hours after they hit the non-refundable mark so you decided to go.

That was the first mistake you made. The news broke right after qualifiers when Lando was spotted with another girl at a club.Then the rumors spread that night about how Lando and this girl were a thing first. That you were nothing more but a psycho. Obsessed. A “proud mistress.” A homewrecker. A slut. You decided that it wasn’t worth the energy because you knew the truth and that things would blow over within a week or two.

That was mistake number two because by the second week (and the first week into summer break), you were still getting hate and death threats directed at you or about you and it was too late to attempt to clear your name. You were thankful for the handful of fans who defended you and found it really odd Lando decided to just let himself be seen with another girl instead of announcing his split beforehand since clearly this girl came after you but there was nothing to do now to change the public’s view of you.

Clearly, it showed that Lando really did not care for you as much as you thought so you decided to do yourself the favor and just disappear. You deactivated all your socials and only told your close friends you were going on a social media detox. Your family were going on a mini vacation when in reality you found yourself waltzing into

Plopping down on the couch, you run your fingers through your hair before letting your head hang. Your fingernails dig into your scalp and suddenly your sweats are wet from the tears falling onto them before dragging your hands down and silently crying into a mix of your hands and hair. You tried to figure out what had happened.

What has gone wrong?

You swore that you and Lando were happy. Sure, the long distance at times was rough and the time zones felt killer but you had held strong. You were convinced that you two could make it to the postseason and the few month or two that you two had together would help immensely. Still, you had been warned to keep him at a distance. That Lando was nothing more but a player and a heartthrob that moved on when he was bored but you swore that you were the one and for a bit, you were fooled into believing it along with everyone else.

It was almost a year. A fucking year basically you spent with Lando before he decided to dump you. A year of fucked up sleep schedules and sleepless nights. A year of traveling to go see these races. A year of meeting his friends and slowly being integrated into his world just for it to come crashing down. God, how stupid were you? You had poured so much energy into this boy just to be the one that got hurt in the end. What you would’ve give to punch him in his stupid fa—

“Here.”

You look up to be greeted with a carton of ice cream. You take the carton without a second thought, top flung off, and spoon diving in. You grunts slightly as you struggle but you manage to be victorious as you get a spoonful. The couch shifts next to you and tears immediately swell again when there’s a gentle comforting hand rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“…I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” you mumble while shaking your head before shoving another mouthful of ice-cream into your mouth, “you tried to warn me. I didn’t listen. This is the consequence of my action.” You laugh bitterly, “God maybe I really am nothing more than a naive hopeless romantic who can’t pick a good guy to save my own life.”

“Don’t say that, y/n.” You can hear the frown as you look over, “you aren’t naive. You see the good in everyone and I admire that about you greatly. You saw the best in him,” gently brushing some hair out of your face. “But he’s never going to change unless he wants to. Sadly, he doesn’t and you got burned in the end because he’s too busy being a player.”

Wrapping his arm around your shoulder, he pulls you into his side. “You’re too good for him.” Pressing a gentle kiss to your temple, “Now. Do you want a trashy movie or trashy TV?”

“Trashy TV. Maybe that new mom documentary about those Mormon moms from tiktok?”

You snicker slightly at the . “The what documentary?”

“Do you seriously not keep up with these things?”

“No.”

“We really have to change that.”

Summer break had come and gone. You had done a lot of crying and snacking but you had also done a lot of healing. You think you’ve done a lot of healing anyway but today would be the deciding factor.

Your stomach twisted and turned as you watched the destination time get lower and lower the closer you arrived to the Austin track. You glance out the window anxious before looking back at your phone. When you arrive, you thank the driver as you climb out, holding your purse just a bit tighter before making your way to one of the back entrances you knew existed. Nobody in the media knew about it so you got into the paddock undetected from the media as you started your journey to a certain garage.

You’re so close to your destination before you’re finally spotted. “Y/N?”

You freeze hearing the familiar British accent behind you. His voice sounded surprised. You should just keep walking, you’re so close to your destination but your body betrays you as you turn. You study those stormy green eyes that seem to grow a bit colder seeing you here. You ball your hands into fists, nails digging into your pal to keep from crying. He didn’t deserve that from you.

You silently stare at Lando, who was in his cream sweatshirt from his new academic merch drop and some joggers along with that stupidly beautiful mullet. God, you swore that Aphrodite herself had hand sculptured Lando which would explain why you could not find it in you to hate his looks. Instead, you clear your throat, “can I help you?”

Lando decides to save both of you the trouble and cuts right through the bullshit. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to support my friend.”

“Friend? Seriously?” Lando looks around then back at you, “last time I checked we weren’t even acquaintances. Hell, are we talking again?”

Anger simmered in your stomach but you kept it at bay, “Why would you think I was talking about you?”

Lando seemed a bit surprised by that, “Well, you aren’t really close with anyone else here,” he let out a small chuckle. “The boys might’ve liked you but I’ve known them longer.”

“Well, maybe some of them weren’t happy with how you let things end. I mean, with your new fling starting rumors about me being a homewrecker and such even though when all that went down we’d already broke up. Yet you didn’t have the balls to say that to the media, did you?”

Lando grits his teeth, “I never told her to—”

“Doesn’t matter,” you cut in. “You let the rumors spread. You let the fire grow. You never denied the rumors or told her it was wrong. You didn’t even tell the media we broke up before that night. Now I’m just the homewrecking slut when she came into the picture after me. Seemed like she was doing a lot of projecting and yet, here we are.”

You cross your arms over your chest staring the Brit down. Silence falls upon the two of you and you’re ready to leave before an arm is slung over your shoulder startling you and Lando. “There you are.”

“Oscar!” You exclaim and smile, “hey.”

“What the fuck are you doing?” Lando interjects.

“Excuse me?” Oscar asks, “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Spare me, Oscar. Why the hell are you inviting Y/N knowing damn well we broke up just a little over a month ago.”

You can feel your heart twist as Lando speaks. His words were like a knife that would stop at nothing until you were nothing more than a shell of yourself wallowing in pain occasionally through the numbness.

“Well, Y/N and I are friends and I invited her as my guest this weekend so…” he lets his words trail off for a moment.

“When did you and Y/N become friends?”

“When you decided to treat her like trash and tossed her to the side for some random girl probably after you just for your fame and money.”

The silence that followed Oscar’s comment was suffocating. Your jaw was opened a little while you stared at the Aussie in pure awe while Lando’s jaw had dropped to the floor. He quickly regained some of his composure, still unsure how to respond to his teammate and friend (maybe?) remark but Oscar wasn’t done.

“I mean, come on. Y/N is great. Everyone loves her. Everyone looked forward to seeing her. She stayed up countless nights for you. Rearranged her schedules to visit. Hell, she didn’t know anything about F1 until you and worked her ass off to learn your profession. What’s the thank you gave her for almost a year of your life? Some random girl at the club? Seriously?” Oscar shakes his head, “Mate, I love you but I’m not gonna side with you. You fucked up. You picked a girl who’s known to be a celebrity hopper over someone who gave you everything and you want me to side with you and the celebrity hopper? Who has to slander other girls and put them down so nobody focuses on how fast she moves on?? No thanks.”

You stare up at Oscar in awe for coming to your defense. You feel tears starting to swell because this has probably been the worst month in your life and here was Oscar, reminding you first hand that there were people in your corner. That there were people who saw you for you. Who knew the kind hearted person you were. The one who gave it their all until they couldn’t give anymore. The one who saw the good in everyone and loved way too much and never got the same energy in return. You avert your eyes quickly when Oscar’s gaze meets your and you clear your throat. “You should head back to your garage before they look for you. I’ll meet you there.”

“You sure?” Oscar asks.

“Yeah!”

Oscar nods, “Okay,” he glances at Lando but doesn’t bother saying goodbye. They’d see each other soon enough.

You watch Oscar leave before turning to look at Lando, unsure what to say. It seems he was in the same boat as you both stood there awkwardly.

“Well.” You start finally.

“I didn’t mean—”

“Save it.” You hold a hand up, looking away from him, “please. I don’t. The damage has been done, Lando. It’s over. You’ve already told me who I am from your actions. Just…have a good weekend,” You turn and head to Oscar’s garage without a second glance back at the man who was once your everything.

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