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charlotteking23 · 1 month

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Jealousy

king Ben x reader

Warnings: Smut, praise, breeding kink, p in v sex, unprotected sex, uses the nickname 'daddy', not edited.

requested: yes

summary: Y/N and Ben are dating and a new kid shows up and start flirting with her so there's a bit of jealousy with it ending in smut! with praise, sir/daddy, and breeding.

You were by your locker looking at some of the photos that were inside showing you and Ben on your first date and some other cute pics, you were in so much of a dazed you didn't realize someone was behind.

"Hey, pretty girl", Ben said behind you, wrapping his hands around your waist.

"Ben you scared", you said startled putting a hand on top of your heart seeing how fast it's beating.

"Sorry, pretty girl...I couldn't help it you look so cute today, he smiled admiring you outfit.

"You like it", You smiled spinning around, showing off your outfit to Ben.

"Hmm, yeah I do...Hey I see you later okay after your class", Ben said kissing you neck while his hands tighten slightly on you waist.

"Okay", You giggled before pushing Ben a little heading to your class. Ben watched your every move admiring you, as you left laying his head on the locker in a dazed.

As you walked into class, you noticed your usual partner Lonnie wasn't here in class before remembering she had to skip today's class because there was a fencing tournament.

You sat in your seat before your teacher began the announcement.

"today, we have a new student joining us today, please make him feel welcome", the teacher said before signaling the student to come out.

"hmmm...you can sit next to Y/N for today since her partner is absent..Y/N raise your hand", the teacher said to the new student.

You raise your hand before smiling kindly at the new student. "Hey I'm Y/N" you smiled before putting your hand for a handshake.

"Hey, I'm Jake, He smiled back before taking your hand in his, holding it.

As you work silently on your work, you could feel Jake watching you closely making you uncomfortable.

Finally the class had ended, you quickly packed up your stuff bolting out of class as fast as possible.

"Hey Y/N", Jake called out to you making you stop before turning to him hesitantly.

"oh umm...Hi, Jake", You said trying to keep the conversation short without being mean.

You both talked briefly more like he was flirting with you but couldn't take the hint you were not interested.

"What's you next class", Jake said interrupting you from your thoughts.

"Oh, umm calculus", you fake smiled at him.

"hmm same..I guess fate wants us to be together", Jake said kissing your hand.

You pulled your hand out of his grip before wiping your hand on your back disgusted by his actions.

Before you could speak you felt someone presence behind, before you could turn around you heard a familiar dark voice.

"She's not interested", Ben coldly said from behind you before pulling you behind him standing in front of Jake.

"Who are you and why do you care"?, Jake angrily said, not realizing the trouble he's in.

"I am king Benjamin Beast of Auradon and she is my girlfriend so get away from her", Ben coldly said before pushing Jake away from us.

"I-I.." that's all Jake could say before running away scared.

Ben watched him run away before turning around to you, "Hmm..pretty girl I think you need to be taught a lesson", he whispered in your ear, kissing the shell before carrying you bridal style away to his room.

Ben laid you down on the bed before hovering on top of you kissing your neck.

His hand reached out to your legs rubbing them, spreading them apart. You felt his hands slightly rubbed against your cloths clit.

"You're like it", he whispered in your ear, leaning close enough into your ear until nothing but a breeze could separate his lips from your skin.

you could only moan in enjoyment as your head fogs at the sudden movement, knees landing roughly on the bed with a pained gasp as you stare into the wall, your back arched in a very, suggestive way towards the man.

"Your so wet pretty girl hmm" he chuckles.

his rough fingertips came in contact with the crotch of your elastic pants, rubbing across your slit through the fabric, rough enough for your growing wetness to seep towards the exterior.

“fuck— pretty girl” he is very much enjoying this, palming his already hard cock through the loose fabric of his own pants. “gonna take care of you, princess, fuck you nice and good til’ that pretty head of yours goes dumb”.

A moan escapes you lips, suddently losing balance until your cheek is pressed against the bed. a lewd sight of your willing body all pliant for him.

“Call me Daddy” he huffs, leaving a single sharp slap on your ass before shredding the cloth down along your drenched panties, enough for his thighs to come between yours and stretch them, leaving your pussy to his lustful gaze, “remember the name you’ll be screaming tonight”

Ben's words are remarked with a couple soft slaps on your throbbing clit with the tip of his cock, making your thighs twitch and whimpers escape at the sensation.

he’s big. incredibly big and stretching you so well your breath comes out unsteady and erratic, nails digging against his back to conceal the pleasure you’re currently feeling, something no one has ever made you feel before.

“Daddy...” you whine pitifully loving how the name felt on you lips.

“that’s right” he grunts, slowly but steadily feeding your cunt the rest of his fat cock, his own breathing coming in stuttered huffs with how tight you felt, “you’re squeezing me so fuckin’ much, you just needed a fat cock to satisfy you, isn’t that right, pretty girl?”

“ha— ngh!” you sob, toes curling in your shoes when his heavy balls kiss your clit, and then he’s fucking you with abandon, holding onto one of your shoulders to pull your upper body up, forcing you to meet his thrusts that almost knock the air out of your lungs.

“good fuckin’ girl” Ben laugh resonates through the empty room, mingling alongside the wet sound your slapping flesh, it’s dark and dangerous, but still makes your cunt flutter, “do you like how I ruin your pussy?”

for a second, your eyes cross, brain shuts and opts not to reply, due to Ben's cock continuously slamming against your sweet spot, forcing waves of slick to drool out of your slit and stain your thighs and bed, mixed with the creamy precum coating your sensitive walls.

“answer me, pretty girl” a rough hand comes to cup your jaw, forcing your head up until his lips ghost over the skin of your cheek, hips rutting into your slit and forcing his length a bit deeper into your abused pussy.

"y-yes!, feels so good daddy" you stutter, eyes rolled back and hair clinging to every corner of your forehead, aware of the movement of your own hips in an attempt to fuck yourself back on him.

“good girl” Ben leaves a single chaste kiss on your cheek, taking his previous position, although this time he forces your waist to arch deeper, almost mounting you before resuming his thrusts, “gonna breed you pretty girl, put a baby in you, you want that".

you whimper his name in approval, completely gone while letting him use you, positively drooling onto the bed and making a mess like he’s doing with your cunt.

with a choked out sob, you cream all over his length, shaking and crying while clinging to the bed sheets, yet he didn’t stop, fucking the white ring of cum back into your drenched pussy.

he leaves a sharp slap on your overflowing pussy, loud and wet enough for your mixed fluids to splatter, and then he’s quick on his feet, untangling your hands from his while chuckling at the yelp and beautiful sight of his cum oozing from your hole.

"that feel good pretty girl", Ben said before taking his thumb wiping the drool from you mouth.

You only nodded to fucked out to answer, you felt Ben get up before he wiped you with a towel.

"Let's get you in the bath", Ben said carrying you bridal style to his bathroom, drawing you a warm bath.

"Thank you", but your voice was all hoarse from the screaming.

He carried you before dressing you in his shirt, before bringing you to his mirror gently rubbing you stomach, "I can't wait to see your stomach swollen with our baby".

He whispered in your ear, kissing the space behind your ear trailing down to you neck wrapping one of his hands around your waist and the other on your stomach.

He carried you to his bed again dropping you gently on it before pulling back the covers for you to get in. You felt his hands rub against your stomach luring you into a peaceful slumber.

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justjams2003 · 6 months

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Hiii! Super loved your recent work (fast pace) 🩷 I was really hooked and now it's one of my favorite Carlos fics here!

I was wondering if I could request a special part of it? Anything like their life with their kids, their life after carlos' retirement, or something domestic! Thank you 🫶🏻

Hi! I just want to apologize for making you wait for so long. I took a bit of a writing break after finishing Fast Pace. But I got inspired after Carlos won last weekend! Please enjoy:

Summary: Some domestic bliss as you and Carlos pick up your three eldest children after their first day of Grade 1 and kindergarten.

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Carlos Sainz x Sugar Baby!Reader

Husband!Father!Carlos Sainz x Wife!Mother!Reader

Warnings: Carlos is aged up and is in this request now 41. Age difference. A cute happy family. Even still, manipulation, control, obsession. Carlos tampers with your birth control. Kissing. A very slight mention of alcohol.

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Word count: 2k

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The first year of marriage was amazing. You spent almost every hour with Carlos. Jumping from airplane to airplane, country to country. You were attached at the hip. The media either loved it or hated it...you actually didn’t know. At some point, a PR team took over your Instagram and it was rare for you to ever actually read the comments or news. Any information you’d receive would come from Carlos and his team, after all, they’re all you really can trust.

That was, of course, until, mysteriously, your birth control pills stopped working. It feels like so long ago, the day Carlos picked you up in his arms, celebrating the news of a child. Now, you wait outside the school gates, seven years later, with a much older Carlos but just as excited. His eyes now crinkle up and he has a few grey steaks at the temples of his hair. But he’s not any less handsome.

Especially when his big strong arms holds your daughter in his arms. Your little girl sits perched on his hip. The only other girl in his life, besides you. She looks so much like him. Dark toughs of hair that you’ve combed this morning with the same wavy texture as his hair. Her big brown eyes gleam up with such love at him.

And at the same time, he carries your son in his car seat with the other arm. He’s sleeping soundly, his dummy bobbing up and down as he suckles in his sleep. You’re so glad Carlos is here to help. You were sad three years ago when he decided to retire at the end of the season. But now, you’re so grateful. You don’t think you could do this with him on the other side of the world.

You feel like you’ve been pregnant forever now. Totally accidently five months after giving birth, now you’re 2 months pregnant again. You groan, everything hurts. Your breasts are engorged from breastfeeding and now being pregnant again. You’ve got constant heartburn and nausea. Your hair has thinned and your nails feel brittle. And yet, including all that, Carlos still believes wholeheartedly that you are the most gorgeous girl in the whole world.

Carlos steps closer to you and places a kiss on your temples. “¿Cómo te sientes, mi amor?” When was the last time that you spoke English? You can’t really remember, because now Spanish also sounds like English. “Tired, mostly, I’ve missed the boys all day, it feels so strange without them home.” He chuckles and nods, “It’s strange for the house to be quiet... You think everything went well?”

You smile and turn to the gates, you know Carlos is worried his children might be bullied or used for his name. That they won’t be able to make proper friends, that all the kids would just use them to get into the celebrity world. You had a meeting with the twins and Junior’s schools to handle this with grace.

You can feel the other parents whisper, talking with each other. You feel someone tap your shoulder. You turn, it’s a woman who looks to be your age, 31. Where has the time gone? She smiles and speaks in Spanish, like everyone else where you live. “Is this your first time?” She asks with a kind smile. You return the expression, “No, not at kindergarten. But it’s still as nerve wracking.”

She laughs with you as you begin your small talk. “But, after this we have to pick up our son at first grade, which makes our stomachs turn.” You laugh and lightly graze Carlos’ arm to show who ‘we’ are. “Is this your husband?” She asks and Carlos nods. “Hi, I’m Carlos. I would shake your hand but my hands are a little full.” He says, referring to the children in his hands. He refuses to let you carry anything while pregnant.

“And I’m Y/N.” You shake her hand and she also introduces herself. Then your ear catches the sound of excited children screaming as the first classroom door opens. Your head snaps to the noise and then you see the teacher you had met with walking to the gate with a trail of kids behind her.

You can see your twin boys anxiously scanning the parents trying to find you. And when the eldest of the two do see you, he grabs his brother’s arm and quickly runs over. “Mama! Papa!” They yell and excitedly run over into your arms. They wrap their arms around you, as you bend down and hug them close.

“Hello, my loves, how was it?” You ask, combing the hair out of their eyes. They look a lot more like you than the other kids. “It was fun, but missed you mama.” Dario, the youngest of the two says. Your girl babbles and makes grabbing hands at Antonio, the oldest of the twins. “Papa, wanna hold sis.” Antonio says, Carlos smiles and puts Bianca down on her little feet. Your kids hug each other, Carlos has raised his sons to have the same protectiveness as he has over their mother and sister.

“Come on, hold my hand.” You say taking each of their hands in your own. Carlos crosses the road first and then you. He opens the car door for you. It’s almost ironic for this retired championship formula one driver to now be the one driving a mini-van. It is his fault, he just can’t keep his hands off his wife. Carlos wouldn’t have it any other way.

He buckles each of the kids into their car seat. The twins next to each other in the back and the two youngest in the front. Your youngest, seven month old is the best behaved. He sleeps in his car seat, that is until the twins start arguing, like always. Who had the best lunchbox, who is tallest, who mom and dad like most. Even though, you made sure they had the same lunchbox, they’re twins and thus the same height and like all parents, you don’t have a favourite.

“Oi! Stop arguing, you’ll wake up your brother.” Carlos commands, his tongue moving fast in his home language. It still gets you all warm when he speaks Spanish. “Sorry, papa,” they say in unison. You just sigh and shake your head. “Papa?” Your daughter, Bianca calls out. “Yes, my princess?” Carlos replies. “Ice-cream?” The little girl asks, your heart melts and you’re certain that your husband is also a puddle. “After we pick up Junior, we’ll go out for ice-cream.”

Your kids scream in excitement, causing your baby to start whimpering and then soon crying. “Ai, mi amour.” Carlos sighs and shakes his head, his eyes meet yours in the rear-view mirror while you sit next to your youngest children. You slightly lean over your seat and give him a kiss on his greying temples. “It’s okay, my love.”

You’ve got Raúl, your youngest, strapped into your sling. Bianca sits high on Carlos’ shoulders, daddy’s little girl. Her fingers gripped into his salt and pepper hair. You can’t help but reach up and untangle her fingers. “My love, when did you start going grey?” You ask Carlos, staring into his warm brown eyes. He just laughs and shakes his head.

“Must you point it out? I feel so old compared to the other parents...” He mutters, the other parents are around your age, some even younger. “I like it though...a silver fox.” He once again laughs and sighs. “No, mi amor.” You grin wildly at his reaction. “41 Isn’t that old...” He mumbles and again you just smirk. “I mean, Alonso was still racing at 41...”

That really does get him, he bursts out laughing. “Yeah, you’re not wrong...” Then you feel Dario tug on your hand. “Look, Mama!” You see kids, with backpacks looking far too big for their tiny bodies, come pouring out of classroom. Then your eldest son, you can’t help but smile seeing he’s chatting with other kids. And then his big brown eyes look up and see Carlos, he begins running.

The little boy runs up and hugs Carlos around the legs. Your twins greet their oldest brother. Bianca waves down to her brother from above. Junior gleams up, you remember when you gave birth to Bianca, Junior wanted to do everything for her. He’d carry her around every chance he got.

“Come, papa said we can have ice-cream.” You tell Junior after he hugs you. “Really?” He asks, his eyes beaming up. Carlos winks and then nods.

Ding! Your phone has a notification. You grab your phone on the nightstand. “Who is it?” Carlos asks, coming out of the shower. All five of your kids are fast asleep. You read the text. “It’s Alex.” She and Charles had married 3 years ago, no kids yet. “What does she say?” Carlos asks, lying down in the bed next to you, taking your phone and reading the text.

“Hey Y/N, we miss you, why don’t we go out and party tonight? Leave the kids with Carlos.” She texted in the group chat, and Kika added. “We haven’t seen you in like years now that Carlos isn’t racing anymore.” Carlos just laughs at their antics. He hands your phone back to you. “Do you want to go?” He asks, raising his brow.

When was the last time you went out alone? When was the last time that you weren’t with Carlos? Since he retired...there hasn’t really been a second alone? It would be kind of nice, to talk about something other than the kids... “I’d prefer if you didn’t...” Carlos mutters, he crawls down to your stomach. He gently lifts your pyjama short and kisses your stomach. “Pregnant and all...”

You just smile, combing your fingers through his salt and pepper hair. You pick up your phone and text your friends in the groupchat. “Sorry, girls, can’t have alcohol...🙈” You get a quick reply back. “Again?!” “Didn’t you like just give birth???” Your cheeks go red at their comments. You feel the urge to send them a photo of Carlos kissing your stomach, but don’t. You do, however, take a photo, saving it for later and then put the phone down.

“I hope it’s another girl.” He mutters, placing small kisses on your stomach. You can’t help but smirk. “I hope it’s the last one.” You mutter, playing with his hair. He pouts, placing his chin gently on your stomach. “Why? You look so fucking good pregnant.” He says, lust in his gaze. You just laugh and roll your eyes. “To you, maybe. But I’m telling you, my love, I don��t want to have to drive a limousine to their schools.”

You can see him think for a moment. “You mean it? No more kids?” He says, jutting out his bottom lip and making his eyes gleam. It’s hard to say no to him, but you stay firm, for once in your life. You actually wanted to stop after the twins. Not that you love Bianca and Raúl any less.

But this number six is the most difficult so far. You’re taking both pre-and-postnatals at the same time. “Yes, I mean it.” You say, stern. You’d like your body to be yours again...“Alright, I’ll get the snip. I don’t want you on those damn pills. I can’t fucking stand them, they’re unnatural.” He mutters, his jaw locking...

Huh...Always thinking about your well-being...

“You look so fucking good as a mom. Seeing how much they adore you. It’s hard to keep my hands off you.” He snarls, his kisses on your stomach becoming more sloppy. He trails up to your lips. Capturing your lips in his. So furious and desperate on your lips. “I love you, mi amor. You’re mine. Only mine.”

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