#oracle smut

[girlkisser13]

dating barbara gordon would include

• you discovered she was batgirl on accident, and it was well into your relationship. one night, she was hurt and lying on the floor of your apartment, and you ended up having to take care of her.

• she hated lying to you, so she confessed to everything right then and there.

• babs enjoys a mix of traditional and unconventional dates. a typical night might start with a cozy dinner at your favorite café, but it could easily end with a surprise trip to a tech convention or a rooftop to stargaze and discuss the latest gotham news.

• her dad absolutely ADORES you.

• she’s deeply invested in improving gotham. you often find yourselves volunteering together, attending local events, or participating in initiatives aimed at making a difference in the community.

• no matter how long you’ve been together, you can still make her blush just by smiling at her.

• she’ll kick your ass at paintball and laser tag and bowling— she’s extremely competitive when it comes to these things.

• when she gets shot by the joker, you're always by her side. she may never openly admit it— preferring to maintain her strong and independent façade— but she genuinely values your presence.

• you take care of her with a tenderness she has never experienced before. while she remains as determined and headstrong as ever, she appreciates the extra care and attention you give her.

• she LOVES to cuddle with you. she especially loves it when you play with her hair; it’s incredibly soothing for her. she gets completely lost in her own little world whenever you do it.

• she adores taking baths with you. for her, the best moments are when she can just unwind with you— no hero duties, villains, or criminals, just the two of you. she cherishes those quiet, peaceful times together.

• BIG SPOON BABS>>>

• she's definitely the big spoon, but she enjoys being the little spoon every now and then.

• while she’s grounded in her daily life, babs has a taste for adventure. you often find yourselves on impromptu missions to uncover local mysteries or exploring hidden corners of gotham.

• she’s incredibly supportive of your ambitions and personal goals. she's the kind of partner who encourages you to chase your dreams, offering practical advice and emotional support.

• babs is 100% a mother hen.

• she shows her love through thoughtful actions. from leaving you sweet notes to making sure you’re well-fed and taken care of, her way of expressing affection is often practical and heartfelt.

• although she might seem like someone who isn’t particularly into pda, she actually is.

• the two of you are attached at the hip and a part if her is always touching you.

• she alternates between being completely invested in you or being entirely absorbed in the latest case— there’s no in between. <33

[oracle-of-dream]

Just Listen

Minors DNI & Not Proofread

Summary: Sunghoon's been having a tough time at work. And now with you... If only he could get you to listen to him.

Warnings: Male Reader, Dom! Sunghoon, Creampie, No-prep, Obedience Kink

Sunghoon sighed as he looked at the sign on the elevator.

Out of Order in old red letters. He turned to start walking up the stairs. It was a long day at the law firm–especially training some new prosecutors. They were just so rebellious... If they'd listened to Sunghoon's instructions the first time, life wouldn't be nearly as difficult.

Finally, he reached the top of the stairs. He could see the door to his apartment slightly ajar down the hall. "I swear to god... I ask for the simplest things," he groaned as he pulled it open. As he stepped inside, trying but failing to suppress an icy demeanor. He saw you sprawled on the couch.

His tone was flat, and his eyebrows laid straight. "Y/n, you left the door unlocked and open. Again." Sunghoon pulled the door behind him, removed his suit jacket, and placed it neatly in the closet.

"Oh, well, I knew you'd be home soon..." You said, mumbling as you tried not to hold his glare.

"Did you?" His eyes drifted over your form, taking in the way your shirt rode up slightly, exposing a strip of smooth skin. "And me being near home convinced you to leave the door open, inviting strangers in?"

"I didn't invite anyone–"

"You know what I mean."

You looked over to the kitchen. "I-I just finished making dinner."

Sunghoon's head didn't turn away, but his eyes glanced over to the dish on the stove. "Oh, you cooked... So did you smoke up the place and need to air it out?"

"N-No!"

Sunghoon looked around, noticing the smoke alarm had its battery removed. "Next time, just open a fucking window."

You stood with a huff. "Hey, no cursing. I just wanted to welcome you home with something nice after a long day..." You walked to him, scooping his hand and playing with his fingers. "I thought we could relax together tonight."

Sunghoon stared at your hand as it laced with his. "So did you throw away your mess in the house or outside?"

"Outside."

"And the dish is from the restaurant down the street?"

"Actually it's two streets over."

Sunghoon couldn't help but crack a smile. "Well, fine. I'll let you off this time since you got us a meal... That I paid for." He knew he'd get a charge for tonight's dinner on this month's statement, but he left a second card to his account with you so he could spoil you even when he wasn't present. "Do you need help cleaning?"

You shook your head. "Don't worry about it! I'll take care of it, just relax."

Sunghoon nodded. "I'll let you handle it then. Let's watch a movie while we eat. I know there's a new sci-fi one you mentioned."

"I don't know... Last time we watched a movie I wanted, you couldn't even wait 5 minutes."

"I accidentally sat on the remote a few times."

"And then proceeded to make out with me?"

Your boyfriend's eyebrows wiggled slightly. "It's just to give you those special attention-grabbing moments. But don't worry. tonight, I promise–no interruptions, no distractions. Just us, the movie, and food." He flashed a smirk. "Unless, of course, you get a little bored during the movie."

"I won't get bored. I wanna watch it, so keep your hands to yourself."

"We can't cuddle?" Sunghoon's eyes peeked past his glasses, with a slight beg.

You ignored his request, sitting on the couch. He joined you, adjusting some pillows and piling some food onto a plate.

The movie started, and Sunghoon behaved as promised. You were a little sad he wasn't getting a little touchy... You leaned against him, and he shifted a bit.

"Come on," He patted his chest. "Lay here, I'll hold you. Just holding." You laid on his chest, his warmth pressing against yours. Your back against his chest as his hands wrapped around your waist in a gentle embrace. Sunghoon started watching you more than the movie. He loved your face when you focused. It was so fucking cute...

The movie reached the end. Sunghoon waited as he could see your brain digesting it.

"I can't believe she lived at the end... I thought she'd die."

Sunghoon nodded, encouraging you to share your theories. As you ran through the whole film, one part of your rant caught Sunghoon's attention.

"...And the male lead? The romantic interest, he was so handsome! How could they kill him? I was hoping he'd end up surviving with the woman."

Your boyfriend frowned at you calling another man handsome.

"B-But not as handsome as you!"

You tried to recover, but it was already done. Sunghoon always got dramatic when you complimented other men.

"Oh, I didn't realize that kind of guy was your type."

"Hoon, don't start–"

"Don't start? I'm not starting anything. I just thought I should try and look up that guy's phone number so I can connect you guys."

You squirmed out of his arms. "You're being so..."

"So, what?" Your boyfriend raised his eyebrows, taunting you.

Smirking, you stopped yourself from speaking. You stood and drifted away from the couch, making Sunghoon follow you.

"So, what!?" Sunghoon's voice raised a bit, his ears got warm, and could feel his heartbeat spike.

Your smirk faded and your head cocked to the side. "Sunghoon... Why are you so angry suddenly?"

He folded his arms. "I'm not angry."

"You're shouting."

"I'm just speaking loudly."

"That's shouting!"

"Well, don't talk about other guys in front of me!"

You blinked absent-mindedly. "It's a movie! He's an actor, I was just making a fucking comment."

Sunghoon surged toward you, with his index finger out. "Do not curse at me."

"I wasn't cursing AT you."

"Don't get technical with me either, y/n!" Sunghoon's hand rushed through his hair, pushing it back. "Why can't you just listen to me?"

"How am I not listening?"

Your partner held you by your shoulders. You felt small under his grasp as he loomed over you. He took a breath. "I–just mean... I want to be the only guy you think is handsome. Even if you have to let me be delusional a bit." He held you to his chest. "I can't stand the thought of you liking someone more than me."

"I never said I liked him more than you..."

"I know... I just get a bit... jealous."

You press yourself against his chest, listening to his racing heart. "You know you're the only one for me, Hoonie."

Sunghoon lifted your chin. "Just listen to me on this, okay?"

You nodded, earning a smile from him as he leaned in to pair your lips with his. Your hands cupped his face, pulling him deeper. Sunghoon's hands found your waist, and he pulled you together as the kiss got more intense. You pulled away for a breath. "I promise I'll listen a bit more... I'll follow whatever directions you give me."

You giggled as you let your hand slide down his body. When you find what you were looking for, you give it a soft squeeze. Sunghoon groaned in response, and his head threw back as he bucked his hips.

"Mmm, fuck yes... just like that," He groans again, his voice scratchy and desperate. "I need your hands around it."

You could feel his cock getting harder. Sunghoon's cock was big, which shocked you when you saw it the first time. Your favorite thing to do was to feel it get hard. Starting small and growing to almost ten inches... Just thinking about it would make your eyes roll.

Sunghoon guided your hand to palm the zipper, letting you feel the outline of it.

His head fell down to your shoulder as he whispered in your ear, "Y/n, I need it."

The way Sunghoon's voice peaked when he begged for your touch. It made a rush run up your spine. He made quick work of his clothes, shrugging out of his shirt and shoving his pants down enough to free his aching erection.

"Remember, our walls aren't too thick. Don't wake the neighbors."

Sunghoon didn't bother trying to take you to the bedroom. He dragged you to the couch and threw you on your back.

"Fuck, stay here," Sunghoon commanded as he rushed off, leaving you alone. "Get those pants off!" He shouts from the bedroom. You giggled as you started sliding your pants off. It wasn't often that Sunghoon was more dominant with you, he was usually more patient.

You could hear the sound of Sunghoon returning to the room, the wet sound of slicking himself up getting louder as he approached. He entered into the room, some lube dripping off his dick.

"Now, let's get you ready." Sunghoon lifted your legs onto his shoulders as he spread your cheeks gently. A finger teased your hole, pressing slightly. "Beg, baby. Let me hear you."

You held in a groan as he smiled at you. "Sunghoon, please. I need it, so bad. Just skip the fingers..."

"Skip the fingers? Are you sure?" Sunghoon's voice teased.

You nodded furiously. "Please, just the tip. Anything!"

"Jeez, you are cock hungry." He listened to the strangled gasp that slipped from your lips as the head of his cock breached your tight entrance. His hands held your hips, pressing into you. You could tell it was going to bruise, and Sunghoon was resisting the urge to split you open and thrust in. "F-Fuck, y/n!" He hissed, voice strained with effort. "You're tighter than I thought."

You struggled to reply as your eyes bulged from the rush. Your eyes bulged and rolled back as your mouth hung open. "If you want to stop, then pull out–"

Your sentence was cut off as Sunghoon pushed deeper. "Don't test me. I'm trying to be nice."

Sunghoon waited to feel you relax before moving in, inch by inch. He made it halfway before you flinched, making him stop.

"Sung, wait– It's too much. I can't..."

Sunghoon opened his eyes to look at you. Your back was arched and your body twitched, which only made you more sensitive. Your eyes were wet and looking into his.

"Can't?" He cocked his head to the side. "Too bad, you'll manage."

"I can't! It won't fit..."

"I'll make it fit." Sunghoon leaned over you, pressing your mouth to his collarbone. "Bite me if it's too tough." Even when he was being dominant, Sunghoon was taking care of you...

His eyes closed with focus. Took a deep breath. And slammed his hips into you as he hilts himself fully inside you, stretching you wide around him, he releases a low groan as he leans over you. Your teeth sank into Sunghoon's collarbone.

He stroked your head. "That's it... Take it all. Such a good slut," he growled. "You feel incredible... tight, hot, and wet. I can feel you twitching around me, begging me to fuck you."

You moaned into his neck as Sunghon started a deep, steady rhythm. Slowly pulling out and snapping back into you. Before long, your boyfriend was losing himself in it as he drove his cock into you. The sound of the couch creaked louder with each powerful thrust, slightly pounding the wall.

"Shhh, you can do it," he pants against your ear, and his hot breath sends shivers down your spine. "I don't want to let anyone else hear you being needy for me."

Sunghoon angled his hips, and he found your spot. A scream ripped out of your chest as you detach from his collar.

"Oh, fuck! Sunghoon, I can't breathe! You're so big, so deep!"

Sunghoon hits your prostate exactly with strength.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" You almost shout at him.

He smirked. "Untouched? You're so perfect. I'm close too, I swear, it'll be over soon."

Your body tensed and convulsed around him. Sunghoon felt your walls clamp down on his cock like a vice. The sensation was too insane to ignore. With a loud, guttural moan, he buried himself within you as he finished.

"Take it, every drop! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!!" He grunted, hips jerking as he emptied himself within you. Thick, hot streams of cum filled you. Some even leaked out as Sunghoon pumped in you through his orgasm.

Sunghoon lets out a weak sigh as he collapses against you, his weight pressing you into the couch.

You twitched and shook as your boyfriend's weight pressed on you. "Holy fuck..."

"You took it so well, baby. I'm so proud." He kissed your nose. "Such a good boy. You took it so good." Sunghoon cooed praises as you drifted into unconsciousness.

When you woke up from your fucked-out nap, Sunghoon had put you in a warm bath. He called in from work to care for you. Servicing you as much as you want...

He kissed your neck as he washed you. "By the way... Today's Friday. The office is closed on the weekend. So we'll have plenty of time to test how obedient you are."

[casedclosedbye]

Mirror Pic

Dick Grayson x fem!reader

Summary: sent dick grayson a naughty Pic while he's patrolling

wc: 1k

tw: minors dni !! 18+ getting dicked down by filthy mouthed Dick Grayson who is an absolutely horny slut

You had been feeling particularly naughty that night. You knew that Nightwing was out there, patrolling the streets of Gotham, keeping the city safe from the usual crop of villains. But you also knew he had a soft spot for you. So, with a devilish grin, you slipped into the silky lingerie set he had given you for your last anniversary. It was his favorite, the one that made his eyes darken with desire every time he saw it.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror, you took a deep breath, letting the fabric hug your curves in all the right places. You had picked out the perfect outfit for the occasion: a black, lace-trimmed bra that barely contained your ample breasts, and a matching thong that left little to the imagination. The garter belt and stockings added an extra touch of seduction, and the high heels made you feel powerful, like you could conquer the world—or at least the heart of the man you loved.

You took a selfie, making sure to angle the shot so that the mirror captured all of your curves and the way the lingerie hugged your body. With a wink and a cheeky smile, you hit send, the message flying through the night to the phone that Dick Grayson kept hidden in his utility belt. You couldn't resist adding a little caption: "Missing you, Nightwing. Wish you were here to unwrap me."

You barely had time to set your phone down before you heard the sound of glass shattering. Your heart raced as you turned to see Dick Grayson, a.k.a. Nightwing, standing in your bedroom window, his eyes blazing with a fiery intensity that could only be matched by the passion in your own soul.

"You little minx," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "Do you have any idea what you've done?"

You stepped closer to him, your hands running down your body in a deliberately seductive gesture. "I think I do," you murmured. "And I'd do it again in a heartbeat."

He stalked towards you, his eyes never leaving yours. "You know the rules," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "No distractions on patrol."

You licked your lips. "I'm not a distraction," you protested, even though you knew full well that you were. "I'm your girlfriend."

"And because you're my girlfriend," he said, closing the distance between you, "you know exactly what I need right now."

Before you could even blink, he had you pressed against the wall, his body a solid wall of muscle that you couldn't help but melt into. His hands were everywhere, his fingers tracing the lines of your lingerie, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

"You're going to be the death of me," he murmured, his mouth finding yours in a bruising kiss.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "Then take me," you whispered against his lips. "Take me like the villain I am."

With a groan, he hoisted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. He carried you to the bed, laying you down gently before stripping away the thin barriers between you. He kissed you again, his tongue dancing with yours, as he reached for the clasp of your bra.

You moaned as he bared your breasts, his mouth moving to capture one nipple, then the other. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin, making you arch your back in ecstasy. Your hands roamed over his chest, feeling the contours of his muscles beneath the fabric of his costume.

He sat back on his haunches, his eyes raking over your body. "You're so beautiful," he said, his voice filled with awe.

You reached up, pulling at his mask. "I want to see you," you demanded. "All of you."

With a sigh, he complied, revealing the handsome face that you knew so well. His eyes burned into yours as he slid the mask away, his gaze never leaving you as he removed the rest of his costume, revealing his bare chest, sculpted abs, and the erection that strained against his tight black pants.

You reached for him, but he stopped you with a firm grip on your wrists. "Not yet," he said. "First, I need to teach you a lesson about tempting me while I'm on duty."

He climbed onto the bed, his body covering yours. His cock pressed against your wet folds, making you whimper with need.

"You're going to get what you asked for," he warned, his voice gruff with desire. "And it's going to be rough."

You nodded, your heart racing in anticipation. You had always loved it when he took control, when he showed you just how much he wanted you.

With one swift movement, he pushed into you, filling you completely. You screamed out his name, your body clenching around him as he began to move. His thrusts were punishing, each one hitting you deep and hard, just like you liked it.

You met him stroke for stroke, your hips rising to meet his, your nails digging into his back. He kissed you again, his tongue claiming your mouth as he claimed your body.

You could feel your orgasm building, a storm gathering in your core. You knew that when it hit, it was going to be explosive.

"I'm going to come," you gasped out.

"Not yet," he said, his voice a command. He reached between your legs, his thumb finding your clit and applying just the right amount of pressure.

You whined, your body begging for release. But he held you there, on the edge, until you were panting and desperate.

"Now," he finally allowed, his voice a growl.

Your climax washed over you, a tidal wave of pleasure that had you screaming his name. He followed you over the edge, his body shuddering with his own orgasm, filling you completely.

As the aftershocks of pleasure subsided, he collapsed on top of you, his breathing ragged. "I can't believe you did that," he said, his voice muffled against your neck.

You giggled, feeling his heart hammer against your chest. "It got you here, didn't it?"

He raised his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "It did," he admitted. "And I'm never going to let you forget it."

You wrapped your arms around him, holding him tight. "I wouldn't want you to," you murmured. "I want you to remember every time you see me in this lingerie."

He kissed you again, his body still buried deep inside yours. "Trust me," he said, "I'll never forget."

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And so, your night continued, with passionate love-making that was both punishment and reward for your daring. Nightwing had arrived at your window, and he had indeed fucked your brains out. But as the sun began to rise, casting a soft glow over your tangled limbs, you both knew that it was a night that neither of you would ever forget.

[tpwk-formula1]

Biggest Fan - MV1

Max Verstappen x Dancer! Reader

AN: Sorry this took me so long! Literally been sitting in my drafts almost done but had a lack of motivation but it's a new year so we need to relive this blog!

Summary: Just Max being madly in love with his dancer girlfriend

Face Claim: Rylee Arnold

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user1 I love being able to watch you every week!

user2 you two better win this year or I will riot

maxverstappen1 I can't wait to see you two perform

youruser I'm so glad you're coming!

user3 I love knowing that those 2 are both dominating in their respective field... power couple of the century

user4 I love how max posts Y/N like he's there with her. Like we KNOW he's sitting down every week to watch Y/N and Stephen dance

landonorris yes... and most of the time he ropes everyone else into watch youruser Lando... don't act like you didn't make Max facetime to last week to tell me how amazing I did.... landonorris damn... catching strays user4 lmao... I didn't realize my comment would create such discourse

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user6 I'm sobbing at the fact that Y/N watching races so intently she can bring in references

user7 I still can't believe he's a 4x world champion

youruser I am so beyond proud of you love! My Champion <3

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sinful sentences (seven)

max verstappen - "i don't think you've had enough already."

tags: smut/pwp, mad!max, crybaby!reader, norris!reader, lying & manipulation, drinking/intoxication, dubious consent, unprotected sex, dark themes, this fic is insane don't look at me, doggy style, baby trapping/breeding kink

sinful sentences catalogue

hunger. that was all max could think of when he saw you. he knew that lando norris had a sister, he had even seen photos of you while scrolling aimlessly throughout instagram. but in the photos with your brother, you were often in baggier clothes. while they were trendy pieces, you liked hiding your figure rather than showing it off. so imagine the surprise that max had when during a sunny weekend at silverstone, there was you in a lovely sundress.

who would've thought you'd make mclaren orange look good. but when he saw you in that colour, he wasn't thinking of mclaren. he was thinking of home, thinking of himself.

and whatever higher power was out there happened to put you right where he needed you.

partying after a dizzying weekend felt good. and you were at the same bar he was at, without your brother however. he noticed you were with some other women, but you stayed behind once they left for their ubers. you were happy to be there, even as you got a little more wobbly as the night progressed. max watched you from his seat, you were too drunk to catch him staring. you weren't in that sundress anymore, but max couldn't help but still eye you.

and then like a siren's call, he was pulled from his seat and into the empty one next to you. you looked up from your phone and looked at him and jumped a little. there was a certain haziness in your eyes as you tried to process.

"max verstappen? what are you doing here?" then broke into a big, silly (drunk) grin before you put your phone down and had another sip of your rather strong cocktail.

"enjoying the night before the next flight to the next race. what are you doing here still?"

you finished the drink, "i was with my friends, but they left early. i was supposed to be picked up by lando... but i think he's either asleep or with that girl he's been into. some model, don't know her." you replied as you looked at your phone that you left on the shiny wood of the bar.

"a brother shouldn't leave his sister all alone at a place like this. someone could hurt you, and that would be on lando's head." he placed a hand over top of yours and said, "i guess i'll just have to look after you tonight." he smiled softly, the kind of smile that pulled drunk you in.

you giggled and tried to pull your hand away, "i can look after myself, max." but he tightened his grip on your hand on the bar, "after all, lando is your top rival right now." you tried to sound a little cheeky.

"then let me buy you another drink. i don't think you've had enough already." he said with what you thought was humor in his tone, but as the bartender made another sweet alcoholic drink, max had other intentions with you.

you ended up in max's car after one drink became two. you weren't paying attention when max asked for the drinks to have two shots in them instead of one. so sugar plus four shots of vodka in your already drunk system made you one tipsy little angel. by then you were a little more agreeable to max's offer of protection.

you wobbled a little more and clung to the front of max's t-shirt. you pressed your nose into the fabric of it and gave it a deep inhale. then giggled, "you smell good."

max held you by the back and guided you towards his car, "well, i can't be smelling bad, can i?"

you looked at him and pouted, "nuh-uh." then rubbed your soft cheek up against the softer fabric and exhaled deeply. except that exhale sounded a little like a moan and max felt his cock twitch in his jeans. you were just perfect, huh? max loved it, he loved the feeling of you up against him. it was hard to depart when he had to get you into the car.

and by the time he was in the driver's seat, you were looking at him with a frown and tears in your ears. max raised his eyebrows at you and you sniffled pathetically, "i thought you weren't coming back." and max near had to bite his fist to keep it together. holy fuck.

he reached over and cupped your face and wiped your tears with his thumbs, "aw, don't cry. don't cry. i'll make it all better." he said with a hint of love in his tone. but he wouldn't call the feelings for you loving. rather he carnally needed you. the way a hawk needed a rabbit. or a wolf craved the flesh of a deer. he tested the waters by kissing you and when you didn't recoil. he knew he had you.

it was only a matter of time before he had you in his hotel room. the skirt of your dress was pushed up and you were barely focused enough to get your heels off. when you bent over, you were uneasy as you tried to get the straps undone and max was rubbing up against your slightly exposed ass like a hungry animal.

"i should text my brother." you said.

"after, after." he wrapped a strong arm around you, "like you said, he is either asleep or busy. you don't want to bother him do you?" when he could, he kissed behind your ear and then said softly, "plus, i can protect you better. i won't leave you out to dry." his grip on you tightened, "you'll be good for me tonight, right?"

you asked, "what are you going to do to me?" your voice was uneasy.

"if your brother wants to take my title. then i guess i'm just going to have to take his sister." he felt you hold onto his arms around you and he kissed you warm, sweet flesh once more.

it was dizzying getting into max's bed. his large hands on you. you didn't realize how large they were until he slid one up the skirt of your dress and grope your ass. basically the whole cheek in his grasp as he pressed himself up against you. you both in bed together, his lips on yours as he slowly got your panties off. your brain was too muddled with liquor to properly consent, but you knew the feeling was electric.

all rationale was out of the window once he tossed the cotton panties over his shoulder then worked the dress off of you, it ended up around your waist. he then bit at your breasts through your bra. he said to you with a heated tone, "fat tits." he rubbed his clothed cock up against your bare thigh, "see, i know how to take care of you. bad, bad men out there." but not him, never him. even as he groped you until you whined.

"bad men?"

"yeah. those who wouldn't treat a woman like you correctly. take advantage of you." he said as he took the dress off of you fully off from around your hips. and it ended up on the floor. his hands were back on your breasts, "men who are more animal than human. monsters." he peppered kisses across your tits and rubbed against you further, "i'll take care of you. protect you. no one else can have you."

you were trapped under him but as he toyed with your clit, the thoughts couldn't fully form. the consent of all of this felt complicated, but as he teased you, your body seemed to submit to the dutchman. you couldn't tell that his obsession for you grew deeper as he bit heavy bruises onto your chest.

"do you think i can keep you safe? protect you, keep you safe from all those monsters." he rubbed his cock up against you for a moment long before he stripped out of his clothes, "i want to hear you say it." then pressed a hand around your throat, "tell me, i'm the best."

you looked at him with wide eyes for a moment and when he loosened the grip you said, "you're the best, max." your tone wavered due to the liquor in your system, "are you going to use protection?"

max just smiled after he got his shirt off. the kind of smile that made front pages, a winner's smile. he patted your cheek a little rougher and said, "of course. i said i'd take care of you, no? can't have little norris' running around." little verstappens were a different story though. the rustle of his belt and the zip of his jeans. he stripped of his clothes.

he got you onto your stomach and raised your hips to be leveled with his erect cock.

"condom?" you squeaked.

he looked at your wet cunt for a moment and replied, "already on." a bold faced lie as he sank into you, completely unprotected. call it a sick obsession, call it a need for claim. a small voice in max's head told him to back out now, before he got in too deep. but it was overshadowed by the larger urge to keep going. to bruise your poor little cervix with his cock, to finish right up into your womb and make sure it all took.

you were so out of it, your noises loud as he fucked you. his pace was quick and his movements were fluid. you felt like heaven, just as he expected. your cunt seemed to pull him in deeper. even in your inebriated state, your body knew what it wanted. five-eleven blond dutch driver with a cock that could ruin you.

his movements felt good to you, your noises weren't restrained thanks to high blood alcohol level you had. he took you from behind and made sure that your head was pressed into the covers. just in case you found out max's little white lie. he held you down by the back of your neck with his other hand on your hip. he pressed into you, as deep as he'd go.

his cock hit all the right places, slammed against your sweet spot that made you sputter out a sweet moan. you felt almost degraded, that he fucked you like an animal. on you knees he rammed into you and it left your brain feeling dizzy. the pleasure and the burn of liquor left your head cloudy and your words jumbled.

he was fucking you, as filth poured from his mouth. you could find little to react with. his breath hot against your warmed skin as he thrusted in and out of you. you couldn't process what he was saying, but the word pregnancy made your cunt clench at instinct. that only made him chuckle as he kept moving. you prayed that the condom would protect any mishaps.

when he spoke dutch to you, the confusion only grew. you didn't know a lick of the language. you learned french and italian, not dutch. so max's words went over your head, "you drive me crazy, little rabbit. the way you look, the way you move around the paddock. your stupid brother made a big mistake not picking you up tonight. letting me have you all to myself. maybe i'll send him a bottle of something expensive when i get his sister knocked up. how does that sound? out of mclaren orange and into proper dutch orange. would be fitting because when i'm done with you, you'll be at least nine percent dutch with how much i'll finish inside of you." his mouth ran and he sounded insane.

you sniffled as the flood of emotion made you cry a little. and max only shuddered from the feeling. he kissed your cheek as he rocked into you. you whimpered as you felt his cock just invade every inch of you. he fit perfectly, didn't stretch you too much that it would make you cry more. he fit in a way that made it hard to focus on much else. hence why your little cry-baby self was brought to tears from the feeling. when max asked what was wrong, you replied, "what are you saying to me?"

"nothing to worry about." he said, "you felt so good that i got my languages mixed up." he knew you didn't know the language, so it allowed him to speak more freely. his want for you. his intentions with your sweet body. he kissed your pulse point as leaned into you further. bodies flushed together like two halves of a whole. "you'll never need to worry about anything again." his words like a promise as he continued to fuck you.

"no more dutch." you whined drunkenly, "not fair!"

he let go of your neck and kissed you on the lips with your cheek against the pillow. the kiss was at an awkward angle, but it established dominance in a certain way. you were under him, taking his pleasure after he basically poured liquor down your throat.

he was mad for you. insane in a way that would shock most. max was a nice guy off the track. but tonight was fucking a fellow driver's sister raw. bad behavior, verstappen. that could land him a slap on the wrist! more community service for flooding your cunt with his cum. a penalty for getting you drunk. hell, even disqualification for touching what wasn't his. he should know better, but with a cunt like yours, the fia could throw the book at him! lando norris could choke his lights out, but that wouldn't make you un-pregnant. and max wasn't letting you raise the next best without him.

the pace quickened. his want for you grew with each heavy thrust. he could taste the pleasure like blood in his mouth. while he couldn't spew out filth, he thought about it as the sounds of your fucking filled the room. the scent and heat of sex was apparent as he ruined your sweet cunt.

a good pussy for him, keep his satisfied. he licked his lips as he kissed your back once more as his pace staggered. his want was apparent and his climax was near. you choked out more moans and even let out a few more tears. he shushed you and said, "don't cry, don't cry. doesn't it feel good? see, this is what being protected feels like. to be taken care of. am i the best?"

you nodded, "yes, max." your cheeks stung with heat and you could feel the twist in his stomach. you swallowed and asked, "is the condom on right?"

"it's on perfectly, now stop worrying." he thrusted all the way in and held his cock pressed up against your cervix for a moment. the pressure made you moan and your mind go blank for a moment. someone like you shouldn't be asking so many questions, it wasn't an endearing quality.

pleasure became all consuming quickly. your pussy could only take so much before you clutched onto the hotel sheets and arched your back as much as you could. your slick cunt held onto his cock, like it knew what it wanted and climaxed around him.

"that's it." he cooed, "perfect." his words were more intoxicating than the liquor. you felt in a haze as he continued to fuck you. you stopped asking about the condom so he let go of your neck and held onto your hips with both hands.

he moved quickly, he moved with a fever in his blood. and he tensed up for a moment before he relaxed as he finished inside of you. the damage was done and whatever happened next he'd stand by you. bright smile on his face and a protective hand on your swollen middle.

just as you should be. knocked up and tied to max in every way he could get you.

he got you onto your back with his cock only out of you for a second. but you weren't focusing on anything. your eyes were hazy and completely unfocused. perfect for him to sink back in, another round for extra measure.

-

the thing about hunger is that it always returned. and despite a night of unprotected passion with you, max wanted more. he wanted to feel the tight wetness of your cunt. so when you were shown tickets to the next race, you were more than happy to go see your brother.

and while max smiled when you said that, he only cupped your cheek and tapped your face gently with your thumb. soon enough, he thought, you'd be cheering him on in redbull's colours with a firmer slope in your middle. maybe it didn't work in silverstone, but there was more than enough season left to fully claim lando norris' sister. because once the hunger set in, max wanted nothing more than to keep sinking his teeth into your soft skin.

marked, claimed and owned by max verstappen. <3

[love44lew]

just like him . max verstappen

彡driver max verstappen

彡genre drunk!max verstappen x gn!reader, angst to fluff

彡summary max comes home drunk after a long night of partying and celebrating another wdc

၊၊||၊ this story has been haunting me for weeks now and im always busy with school or just dont have motivation to write but im glad to finally get the last of it on this sunday evening. enjoy and ty for reading!! ၊၊||၊

彡warnings alcohol, mentions of child abuse

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max stumbles into the door after too damn long trying to get that stupid lock. why was the damn door locked anyway? he roughly plops down on the floor, kicking his shoes off and tossing them to the side without any second thought about them. he’s woozy and his head feels like its full of water and he can barely stand up straight—it was a long night of drinking and celebrating securing the drivers championship.

you would’ve went, but you weren’t feeling too well and even though max had insisted to stay home with you, you refused to let him miss out on celebrating such an achievement; hesitantly he went.

after a long 3 hours of drinking, dancing, partying him and his father had a long talk. a deep one, about his childhood. once again he’d taken credit for max’s achievements, once again telling max he should be grateful for the years of ‘tough parenting’. still the same stupid ass excuse he had to brag about how beating your kids made them world champions, what a way to ruin a night.

max stumbled into the kitchen, the house being left dimly lit since you’d expected him to come home late.

his head—the pounding became unbearable. ever since that talk with him the effects of the alcohol we’re hitting him harder then they should’ve for the amount he drank. he wasn’t drugged, was he? maybe his fathers words is what drugged him—but instead of sending him into a high, they sent him into a deep dysphoria.

he bent over, resting his temple on the cold marble of the island—the sensation easing his dizziness.

water, he needs water. but he couldn’t move from the position he was now.

��max..?” you called from up the stairs.

he just groaned in response

you smiled to yourself as you scurried down the stairs, knowing how he gets when he’s drunk. you were feeling much better than you were before, after throwing up and taking a nap, of course. “maxie,” the nickname rolled sweetly off your tongue, your tone much more comforting and soft. you turned the corner, spotting his tall figure hunched over the countertop his leg bouncing uncontrollably.

“hey, lets get you upstairs, hm?” you rubbed circles on his back as you picked up his arm and swung it over your shoulders. he’s heavy to say the least, so it wasn’t easy getting him up.

“y/n” max mumbled, stopping you at the base of the steps and using your shoulders to help him sit on them.

“yes max”

in your head, you celebrated being able to rest your shoulders for a couple minutes before helping him upstairs

“can you just be honest with me for one second here” his voice was hoarse and low, he could barely make eye contact with you. you can already understand this was a bad trip.

“always, love” your brows furrowed, his tone rising concern within you. there was a pause before he cleared his throat and his ocean blue orbs, that now appeared an almost dark grey in this lighting.

“do you think i’ll turn out like him” he almost whispered, just enough so you can hear him semi-clearly. the words stabbed you in the chest, where could he be getting these thoughts from. and whose ‘him’?

“him..?” you repeated, tilting your head to the side “max what are you talking about?”

“my dad” his eyes finally locked with yours “do you think im gonna turn out like him? what if the day comes where i would try to hurt you, if its by words or trying to put my hands on you? i never want to do that, i dont want that—thats not love. what we have, i feel this is love, but what if it wont be anymore, because of me?..” his eyes became sad, desperate and ashamed with himself, disappointed in himself for something he’s never done but the thought that he could possibly even try to hurt you makes him want to just curl up in a ball and cry.

“max-“ you reached a comforting hand out to him, just for him to reject it.

“no— i dont want to hurt you. you should go and find another guy who wouldn’t ever do that to you. im just like my fuckin dad, i even see his face in the mirror just to remind me of the doom im destined to” he hunches over, buring his face in his hands.

at this point you didnt even know what to say. you obviously are aware of the complex relationship max has with his father but he never never voiced these thoughts to you before, especially when hes drunk. hes all silly and quiet and sleepy usually, something must’ve happened to make him like this. everyone has their fears of inheriting their parents bad characteristics, max has told you about stuff he tries to do differently than him, but you never imagined it being this bad.

max is such a kind soul, he couldn’t even kill a spider. he has no reason to rage if he’s already taking all his frustrations out on track. outside the car he’s a calm dude, you’ve never heard him yell or be nasty to his engineers when he wasn’t on track. of course he has his occasional attitude towards the authority but never further than that. every time he acted out, hes worked hard to fix whatever caused him to do so.

the best thing you could do is just wait for him to finish talking so you could voice your thoughts, which you did so. you sat next to him, resting your head on his shoulder until he calmed town and flushed out all the words he had pent up in his brain. the two of you sat as his sobs filled the silence between you. saying something right away didnt feel like the right move anyway.

“you dont have to be him. youre not gonna be him because youre already better than him. max, youre still in your 20s and look all that you’ve accomplished—stuff he couldn’t dream to do in his entire life. you dont have a reason to end up like him because youre not a fuckin failure.” it might have been a little too much to talk so harshly about his dad, because its his dad. but whatever he did or said to him before he arrived home has caused the love of your life hysterical and paranoid for the future, so right now, he didn’t deserve the babying he receives from everyone around him and max. his sobs had calmed down at this point, the pause was enough for you to continue.

“and about me— i dont want anyone else. of course we’ll have our disagreements, we’ll piss each other off eventually. we’ll exchange words we dont mean and then we’ll immediately regret it after, thats just how things are. but id rather do that with you than another person because i’ll only ever want you. we’re in this together baby—and as long as i have you, theres always something to fight for because you’re worth fighting for. i made that decision the day i fell in love with you, and i never looked back since.” your heart, chest, and throat burned with every word that left your mouth. like confessing your love wasn’t hard enough the first time, here you are pouring it all out again. you keep your heart so sacred, all the world can fight for it and you’d still be stuck on that person you gave it all to. that person being max.

“i can only tell you how i feel, i cant convince you to think otherwise. but remember, i gave YOU my everything because thats the only thing i have to offer. i chose you because i see something in you that nobody else saw before, or sometimes dont even see now—“ not even your own father

“and now its my job to help you see those things within yourself.” your soft hands cupped his face so the two of you could fix on one another once again.

“just think about that”

his saddened eyes widened, like you had planted something in his mind. he melted into your touch, his eyes closing and his cheeks growing a deeper rose than before.

“i love you so much, i dont deserve you” he kissed your hands while mumbling his love for you.

“i love you too, but i disagree” you leaned in closer and kissed the bridge of his nose. he just sighed softly, he didnt feel like staring another debate on who loves who more. maybe in the morning.

max wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer and resting his head on your chest. you wrapped your arms around him, planting a soft kiss on the top of his head. the two of you sat in silence, enveloping in one anothers warmth. his home was right here, with you.

“im thirsty” max mumbles, breaking the silence between you two. you chuckled silently. “okay baby” you helped him stand up and up the stairs, leading him to your room. max threw himself onto the bed. you turned around to fetch some water but a tired hand tugged your wrist.

“dont go” he nuzzled into your palm, his lips brushing over your fingers. “im not going anywhere honey, im just getting water for you” max whined in protest, his face was flushed into your hand like it was his only source of warmth— tingles fluttered your heart at the sight.

“you need water, do you want to be hungover tomorrow?” you leaned on your hip and narrowed your eyes curiously.

“no i need you, now come here im cold” he pouts, tugging your hand harder causing you to fall onto the bed with a cushioned thud. before you could even react, a needy, pouty max had already latched his body onto yours tightly, nuzzling into your shoulder and allowing the scent of his lover consume his senses.

you sighed softly, the messiness of his hair and the way his arms hug your body made you not want to move. your body relaxed in his arms as max’s soft snores muffled into the cloth of your (his) sweater. you raked your fingers through his soft blonde locks until you too eventually fell into your own sleep. the two of you tangled in each other, sleeping peacefully knowing that you both will always have a shoulder to lean on.

[formulakracing]

cat & mouse - s.p.

pairing: female driver!reader x red bull!sergio pérez

word count: 2.4k

warnings: mentions of divorce, murky areas of morality, freshly divorced checo, smut, sex in a public place (oopsies!), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it y'all!), penetration (p in the v guys), creampie, cursing, allusions to infidelity (mainly checo thinking about you), mutual yearning & pining (that good shit), angst, yadayadayada

sergio was a virtuous man.

well, more like he considered himself a virtuous man.

he was a husband, a father of four children, a popular and prominent figure among his home country, and got along with just about anyone he met. he was an established driver in the world of formula one over the course of thirteen years, spending time with approximately five differing teams.

he considered himself to be kind, honest, and flexible. several qualities that you would consider to be appealing or excellent qualities.

that all changed the second you signed your contract to drive for scuderia alphatauri for the 2024 season as their second driver.

although daniel ricciardo was considering one last season of racing for the team, he opted out, pursuing a simple life of retirement from the racing world. however, he still hung around, joining various media teams for racing commentary and analysis.

actually, daniel was the one who advocated for your position within the team, presenting a lengthy powerpoint slideshow to christian horner and laurent mekies. as the latest f2 champion, daniel stated that you were the perfect candidate for the team. additionally, the press and publicity surrounding your win was nothing but positive, so it would not only bring a stream of publicity to the team, but potential sponsors.

as the first female driver for the alphatauri team, christian harbored his reservations. however, laurent was all for it, stating that as long as you proved yourself to be an asset, he would happily take you in.

and that is exactly what you did, scoring points at the first grand prix of the season in bahrain.

when you were first introduced to yuki tsunoda, he was not entirely over the moon, but he was civil enough. however, over the course of the first few weeks, the two of you got to know one another more, quickly becoming inseparable.

not only did you establish a close friendship with yuki, you were able to become more acquainted with the other drivers on the grid. a few of them had hesitations at the thought of competing with a woman, but yuki was quick to remedy that.

after calling a few of them misogynists, they quickly shaped up, becoming more friendly and encouraging over the course of the season.

yet, there was one driver in particular who caught your eye.

sergio pérez, lovingly referred to as checo by fellow drivers, the formula one community, and his team, oracle red bull racing.

sure, he was attractive with his fluffy dark hair, his radiant, bright smile, five o'clock shadow, and the freckles that dotted his cheeks and nose.

yet, it was his demeanor that really drew you in.

he was far more reserved than the other drivers, often remaining quiet during press conferences, only speaking when directly asked a question. he was not one to hog the spotlight, as he often praised his fellow driver, max verstappen often. his comedic timing was unmatched, the punchlines of his jokes hitting exactly when they needed to.

he was thoughtful, often giving you advice when the other drivers didn't, providing you with insight that you needed. he stuck around after races, often congratulating you on your position or complimenting your qualifying time.

to you, he was the perfect man. a wonderful combination of devastatingly handsome features and great personal qualities.

there was one thing though. there's was always a catch when it came to things that were too good to be true.

he was married. happily married, at that.

and the father of four children.

the thought of pursuing a married man? shameful, tasteless, and absolutely classless.

yet, there were a few things that you were blissfully unaware of.

sergio wanted you.

actually, he yearned for you.

nearly every second of every day, his thoughts were filled of ridiculously lewd and filthy images of ruining you. pounding that pussy until you reached that peak. devouring absolutely every inch of you until you were a weeping, whimpering mess beneath him. coating your body with his cum, claiming you as his and only his.

your presence was enough to send him spiraling, his cock throbbing in his pants or suit, aching for your touch.

to him, you were an angel that happened to walk this earth, gracing everyone with your wondrous and pure light.

another thing that you were unaware of was the fact that he was divorced, signing the papers merely months ago.

he just happened to wear that band on his left finger for the sake of preserving his personal life.

which, is part of the reason why he felt so fucking guilty.

although he was a single man, he still had a family and an amicable relationship with his ex-wife. he needed to focus on maintaining those relationships rather than fantasizing about a fellow driver.

yet, he couldn't control the fantasies. they just happened to appear. you were constantly on his mind, whether he was conscious of it or not.

he could be seconds away from the finish line on the track, and the only thing he could picture was how your lips looked wrapped around his cock.

to say that he wanted you was an understatement at this point.

he craved you.

and that satisfaction of finally getting you where he wanted you?

fuck.

that was going to glorious, euphoric even.

ever since max let it slip one intoxicated evening that you mentioned having a little crush on him. he even went into detail, describing how you admitted that if you were going to fuck one driver, it would be checo. the confession only confirmed that he wasn't the only one driving himself insane over this. you were in the same boat, pining after the driver for months now.

so, he was going to have to tread lightly, though. find that perfect window of time and somehow get you alone long enough to fulfill that ravenous hunger.

almost like a game of cat and mouse.

he was the predator, poised and eager to pounce on his prey.

there were moments in which he almost had you.

like last week, when you were on your way to your motorhome, with no one beside you. no yuki or daniel, just lost in your own little world on your phone.

sergio had to fight every voice in his head screaming at him to catch up to you, ask if you wanted to go out for some drinks or some food. if things went according to plan, you would accompany him to his own place.

however, he didn't.

and fuck, did he regret that.

yet, here you were beside him, sitting so delicately on the plush cushion of the couch, flipping through a random magazine, the pages fluttering. the silence was not necessarily comfortable, but it wasn't awkward either.

which, would hopefully work in his favor.

"how do you think this weekend is going to go?"

his voice, so soft you almost didn't hear it, fills your ears. you glance up, clearing your throat as you shrug, "i'm not sure. the weather conditions aren't looking too hot. do you know where everyone is? are we too early?"

sergio's gaze falls on the clock resting a few inches above the doorframe, brows furrowing, "i'm not too sure. i thought the email said 3:00 p.m. maybe there was a typo?"

the four red bull drivers were supposed to meet with a potential new sponsor, promising a hefty sum if all went well. it was for some type of new energy drink. you didn't really pay too much attention to the email, you just happened to remember the location and time you were supposed to meet.

the meeting was located in a tiny office in the red bull paddock, tucked away in one of the corners. it was not the most brightly lit space, as there was only one overhead light. there were no windows, almost reminding you of a detention space or solitary confinement due to the lack of posters or decor on the walls.

the only places to sit were two quaint couches, along with a tiny table situated between them. you were the first one to arrive at 2:15 p.m., figuring you could just mess around on your phone. not like you had any other plans anyway.

checo was about five minutes behind you, flashing you that beautiful grin the second he noticed you were already there.

as you flip to a new page, you can't help but feel a sort of tension hanging in the air, almost clouding the two of you. he's on his phone, his knee bouncing, almost as if he was anticipating something.

but what? you weren't quite sure.

"okay," he exhales, "ican'tfuckingtakethisanymoreandsincewe'realoneithinkit'sjustbestitellyouwhati'vebeenmeaningtosayforthelastfewmonths."

the words come tumbling out of his mouth so rapidly you can barely distinguish them. tossing the magazine on the table, you turn, facing him.

"checo, what the fuck did you just say?"

he straightens his posture, leaning in so that his mouth is merely centimeters from yours, "i'm very fucking attracted to you, okay? i can't fucking think straight right now because all i can think about is fucking the shit out of you."

you blink, heat billowing into your cheeks, flourishing down your neck as he licks his lips, his eyes fixated on one thing.

your mouth.

"i-i-," you stammer, scrambling for formulate some sort of response, "i mean, i'm very flattered that you-"

"and i know your little secret," his lips curl into a smug smirk, "max told me about your crush."

"oh fuck," you groan, burying your face in your hands, "when did he-"

"it doesn't matter."

his hands envelop yours, pulling them away from your face, "i have an idea of how we can pass the time before this meeting."

"sergio, there are literally people who could walk in at any minute-"

"i know," he nods, "and that's why i locked the door after i came in."

"you're ridiculous," you roll your eyes, folding your arms across your chest, you cock your head, "how exactly are we going to pass the time then?"

"well," he begins, "i want you. you want me. there's a few things we could do."

"how about you demonstrate?"

"oh?" he tilts his head, "you want me to?"

"i do."

"that's all i need to hear princesa," he leans in, so close that the tip of his nose brushes yours, "we'll have to be quick, though."

"i'm sure you could be quick-"

his mouth crashes into yours, both hands grasping your face as he sucks the air out of your lungs, kissing you with such a fiery intensity that it left you reeling, your mind struggling to process any coherent thought.

"usually i take my time," he pulls away, nearly panting, "but i need to be inside of you."

he prompts you to lay down, hovering above you as he fumbles with the drawstrings of his sweats, your fingers hooking the hem of your leggings. you pull them down, just enough so that the fabric is bunched up around your ankles.

at the sight of you spread open beneath him, sergio nearly comes undone.

your pussy was far more perfect than any of his fantasies, glistening in the light as his fingers trace along your folds. he's breathless, deeply entranced by the way your hands wrap around his base and shaft, feeling the entirety of his length.

this was all too much. too much for his mind to process.

yet, he was fueled by that burning lust, desperate to quench that flame.

desperate for you.

he situates himself between your thighs, wetting his fingers with spit. his hand glides along his cock before pressing against your entrance. you arch your back, in a vain attempt to get closer.

the moment he's inside, your walls stretching so wonderfully to fit him, his hand covers your mouth, the driver fighting to suppress a moan himself.

picking up the pace, his hips roll, ensuring that not too much noise is made as he pounds into you, bliss rippling in his chest.

the way your head rolls back, eyes squeezing shut with pure pleasure. the way your figure was so breathtaking under him. the way your tight walls squeezed around him, nearly gripping him, coaxing him in even further.

this was heaven.

it had to be.

and fuck, if he had more time?

oh god.

sergio could feel the accumulation of pressure in his abdomen, the way the euphoria was building by the second. fuck, he wasn't even in you that long and he was already on the verge of cumming.

as flustered as he was, perhaps it would be a blessing.

after all, the clock on that wall now read 2:42 p.m.

max and yuki would be there any minute now.

"sergio," your voice is a whisper, "y-you're going to make me-"

"cum princesa," he coos, a hand reaching out to caress your gorgeous face, "cum for me. i want to feel you cum."

he can barely finish his sentence before you're tensing up, inner thighs spasming as you orgasm, your plush lips parted every so slightly.

the sight is enough to bring him over that edge, his chest heaving as he releases inside of you, coating your walls with his cum. as he pulls out, the two of you exchange a shared glance, untangling yourselves from one another.

"fuck," you suck in a breath, pulling your leggings up, "fuck, fuck, fuck."

"i am so sorry," sergio pulls up his sweats, "i can buy you a morning after pill if you-"

"we'll talk about it later," you swiftly cut him off, "sergio, you need to get the door."

"oh fuck," the realization washes over him, "right."

as he crosses over to the door, you carefully fix your hair, ensuring that there were no strands out of place. the driver glances over his shoulder, tutting.

"you don't need to fix anything. you already look insanely beautiful."

"thank you," you murmur, fighting a wide smile as his mouth places a tender kiss on your temple, "we need to look like we didn't just-"

"i'll try my best to act normal," a chuckle bubbles up in his throat, "i don't think i will be able to focus on this meeting though."

"and why's that?"

"because i just fucked the-"

that's when the door handle wiggles, max popping in his head in.

"oh hallo! i didn't know you guys were already in here! how long have you been-"

"only a few minutes," you respond, absentmindedly scrolling through your phone.

"okay," he shrugs, strolling over to the couch, "hey checo?"

"yeah?" the driver's head swivels towards max, his brow arched.

"why are your pants on backwards?"

[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

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Maybe You're Enough

Richard Grayson x Insecure! Reader

Angst with some fluff and comforting because Im feeling nice today<3

Leaned against the railing of the rooftop and staring out over the city as the cool night air bit at your skin felt just a little bit more cold tonight. The glow of Gotham's lights flickered below, but they couldn't chase away the dark thoughts that clouded your mind. You had tried to shake it off, but every time Richard was around Barbara, you felt a pang in your chest, a familiar ache that had only grown stronger with each passing day.

It had been months since you and Dick started dating, and while everything had seemed perfect at first, things had started to shift in subtle, unsettling ways. He had always been close to Barbara — that was something you knew when you first met him. But recently, it felt like the bond between them had deepened. They had been through so much together, fighting side by side, and the way they interacted, the way they spoke to each other... it made you feel like you were just a distraction. Like you were the one who didn’t belong.

You weren’t jealous, or at least you didn’t want to be. You trusted Dick. You knew he cared about you. But the quiet moments where he would zone out while talking to Barbara, or the long hours they spent alone training together in the cave, left you feeling more like an afterthought.

Sighing, you pushed yourself away from the railing and walked toward the stairs, your mind racing with thoughts you couldn’t quite control. You needed space. You needed to clear your head.

But before you could reach the door, you heard his voice.

“Hey, you alright?”

Dick was standing at the top of the stairs, his eyes soft but concerned. The moment you saw him, the weight in your chest doubled. How could you explain how you were feeling without sounding irrational? Without making him feel guilty for something you weren’t sure he even realized?

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you lied, giving him a small smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “You’re a terrible liar, you know that?”

You sighed, finally looking at him. His hair was tousled from the wind, and he wore that soft, caring expression that always made your heart skip. You knew he loved you. You knew he would never intentionally hurt you. But sometimes, you couldn’t help but wonder if your presence in his life was just... temporary. He had so many other people who understood him in ways you couldn’t. People like Barbara.

“It’s just…” you hesitated, the words hard to form, “I can’t help but feel like... maybe you care about Babs more. I mean, you two have history. And I’m just... I’m just here. I’m not a part of all of that. And I don’t know... it just makes me feel like I’m not enough.”

The moment the words left your mouth, you regretted them. Dick's expression faltered, and you could see the guilt in his eyes. You wanted to take it all back, but you couldn’t. The feeling had been building inside you for so long.

Dick closed the distance between you, gently cupping your face in his hands. His touch was soft, grounding. “Hey, look at me,” he whispered. You met his gaze, eyes shining with unshed tears you refused to let fall. “I care about Babs, I always will. But that doesn’t change how I feel about you. You’re not a replacement, and you’re not just a distraction. I’m with you because I want to be. I’m here with you because you make me feel whole. I don’t want anyone else, not like I want you.”

You felt the lump in your throat tighten, your breath shaky as you struggled to hold it together. “But what if I’m not enough? What if...”

“Stop,” he interrupted, his voice firm but kind. “You are more than enough. You’ve always been more than enough for me. I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel otherwise. I’m not perfect, and I mess up sometimes. But I’m here, with you. And I’m not going anywhere.”

For a moment, you just stared at him, feeling his words sink in. The weight on your chest slowly started to lift as the sincerity in his eyes calmed your restless heart. He was right. Maybe you had been overthinking things. Dick Grayson, the man who had seen and done so much, was here, with you, wanting you.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, shaking your head. “I shouldn’t have... I shouldn’t have doubted you.”

Dick smiled gently, pulling you into his arms. “No, don’t apologize. I get it. I’ll do better to show you how much you mean to me, okay?”

You nodded against his chest, feeling safe in his embrace. The night seemed a little less dark now. The weight of your insecurities had lifted, if only for the moment. With him by your side, it felt just a little bit warmer during the cold Gotham night.

“You mean the world to me,” he murmured, his voice a soothing whisper in the night.

Masterlist

[norizz-nation]

Some smut were the reader gave birth to a boy a few months ago and is needy for Max but they have to stay quiet

Show Me How | M.V1

Summary: Your husband wants to know how much you missed his touch.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Breeding Kink, Lactation Kink

"I'm glad he has your eyes," you said, letting out a tired sigh. Max then looked down at you and you looked up at him, resting your chin on his chest, "What?" you asked, confused.

"I mean, our boy would look good with your brown eyes as well," he assured, looking at your baby again. "Aww baby, really?" you smiled at him as you hugged him tightly.

"Yeah, poopy brown is beautiful too," he snickered as you pulled away and slapped his chest jokingly making him giggle more.

He then pulled you in for a kiss, his lips feeling so tempting around yours. His light beard burns your soft skin. His hands traveled their way all over your body, lifting your skirt once in a while, flashing your ass cheeks. You let out a faded moan in between the kiss making him squeeze your ass roughly. You whined when he pulled away from the kiss, "We're just kissing and you're already being loud, Schatz?"

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A/N: Breeding kink with Max goes brrr. Anyway, I'll be posting on my Patreon actively, so join me there and some of my exclusive fics. Requests are open. I love you.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson Characters: Barbara Gordon, Dick Grayson Additional Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Massage, Barbara Gordon in a Wheelchair, POV Barbara Gordon, Fluff and Smut, Coming Untouched, Coming In Pants, Multiple Orgasms, Light Dom/sub, Canon Disabled Character, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, Established Relationship, no beta we die like jason todd Summary:

It was the kind of massage that would leave bruises on a normal person. But Dick Grayson wasn’t a normal person -- and he liked bruises.

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barbara gordon masterlist

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drabbles

[oracle-of-dream]

On the Job

Summary: Soobin’s been getting busier and busier with comeback preparations, tours, and more. Sometimes, you only have to be together while he’s actively working…

Notes: Male reader, Slight Exhibitionism, Idol! Soobin, Blowjob, Cum in Mouth, Deepthroating, 6th Member! Reader

Wordcount: 1.3k

“Soobie~ I’m here!” You cheered as you walked in the door. You knew the others would be out for a while and were more than excited to have the house to yourself.

Soobin ran out of his room to greet you, his large form overtook yours as he pulled you into his embrace. “Hey, babe! How was practice?”

You groaned. “It was so long… But the choreographer is keeping the others busy for a while. Which means…”

Soobin smiled, already knowing what you wanted from him. “Where do you wanna go?”

“Bathroom? I could use a shower.” You tugged on the edge of his shirt, “There’s room for two if someone wants to join me.”

“When have I ever refused to take a shower with you, especially one that sounds so promising?”

You and Soobin weren’t roommates; the members knew you were dating. They tried to respect your privacy as much as possible, but it was hard being in a door with four other guys and trying to have an active sex life. So if there were moments like these, you’d try not to use each other’s rooms unless it was unavoidable. The bathroom was the best place for you two to enjoy each other’s bodies without worrying about others seeing.

Rushing into your room, you tossed aside your bags and snatched up a change of clothes. Soobin was waiting for you in the bathroom. As soon as the door closed, you kissed him. His large hands cupped your ass, squeezing it firmly before lifting you onto the counter. He slotted himself between your hips, holding your waist as he pulled you close. His lips danced across yours. He tasted like mint, the cool freshness stung your eyes. 

“Mint?” You tilted your head.

“Toothpaste.” 

You raised your eyebrows. “Ah, of course.”

Just as you were about to slide off the counter and dive into the cost pressed against your thigh, Soobin’s phone went off. He scooped it out of his pocket and read a message.

“Fuck! I forgot the anniversary message for MOAs.”

You rolled your eyes. “Are you serious? Can’t you take yours after the shower?”

Soobin sighed as he pecked your lips. “No. I’ve still got my makeup on. If I wash it off, I’ll have to put more back on. I’ll be quick.”

You palmed his cock, making it jump. “But… what about this?”

“It’ll take a few minutes.”

You deflated into a pout. “Someone could come home by then…”

“Babe–”

“Just… take the photo above your waist. I’m getting it now.” You started pulling Soobin’s pants down, but he stopped you.

“We can’t take the photo in the bathroom!” You grunted in defiance. “Okay! I’ll let you suck it, but let’s just move to the living room. And then… I’ll get to have my way in the shower.”

You knew that Soobin meant to fuck you so hard you’d be louder than the shower but at this point, you weren’t thinking straight. You hadn’t had any action in weeks, and you weren’t going to let it slip away so easily.

“Fine. I get to suck now, and you can break my back later. Whatever!”

Soobin’s eyes softly widened as he realized how much of a sex fiend his boyfriend had become. You pulled off Soobin’s pants and he led you to the living room couch. The taller boy had a habit of taking a billion photos before selecting one to be posted. Maybe you’d get some of his orgasm if you were lucky. As soon as he sat down, you forced his legs apart.

“You’re seriously this thirsty?” He asked as he opened his camera, trying to find his angle. “Getting on your knees in the middle of the living room like it’s normal?” He talked down to you like that, meanwhile, Soobin’s dick was twitching and leaking before you even touched it. You rolled your eyes and started kissing his balls, pressing on them gently. Your hand wrapped around him and pumped so slowly, enough to earn a whine from him.

“Do it right.” He commanded. He moved his hips forward, needing both hands for the photo. 

You smirked as you opened wider to let his tip slide into your mouth. His cock was thick and pretty long too. You knew it would hurt every time you tried to take it, but the pain was more than worth it. You slipped a bit deeper but stayed above half of his cock. With hollowed cheeks, the pressure on his cock was just right.

Soobin was pent up too. His balls were heavy and he softly moaned at every motion as he tried to focus on his picture. Eventually, he stopped trying. A hand landed on your head.

He looked down at you as he set his phone down. “Fuck, I’m sorry…”

Before you could inquire about why, Soobin gripped your hair and pushed his length deep into your throat. You gagged at the suddenness and tried to pull back, but Soobin wouldn’t let you go. You looked up at him with an annoyed face, your eyes wet and irritated.

He chuckled. “I couldn’t help it… You’re so tight.”

You hummed as you bobbed your head, using your hand to try and cover the base that you couldn’t reach. You used your other hand to push the camera back to Soobin, encouraging him to take the photo.

“What a good boy,” He tapped on the screen a few times. You didn’t notice the smile on his face behind his phone, or that it was pointed at you. You pushed yourself deeper because of the encouragement. His tip brushed the back of your throat, making you flinch but you held it in. “Oh~ That’s it… You’re working so hard for me. I’m so proud of you.”

You poked his cock to one side of your mouth, letting your cheek protrude as it flexed to the shape pressing against it. You went back to deepthroating while using another hand to roll his balls between your fingers, making his head roll back. His legs started to tremble. He was getting close already… You relaxed your jaw and let Soobin have control. His hips came up to meet your face as he pushed your head down, fucking your throat. You let your hands stimulate you too. You deserved it for working so hard.

“F-Fuck–Cumming!” Soobin’s cock twitched in your mouth as he pressed you down on him, forcing you to swallow. His hips bucked weakly before he lost the energy to hold you in place anymore. You were so focused on swallowing until you saw a flash above you. You looked up to see Soobin holding his phone, camera pointed right at you.

“Oops… The camera was flipped.”

“Delete that!” You groaned, trying to take it from him.

He raised it higher than you could reach. “Please, let me keep it. Just this once!”

You sighed, knowing that you couldn’t match his height. You’d have to try and delete it when he wasn’t paying attention… 

“Fine. Whatever. I’m going to the bathroom, hurry and take your photo.” You stormed to the bathroom as Soobin went back to his picture. His cock was hard and dripped with a shiny glaze of your spit coating it.

After a few minutes of scrolling to Tiktok, waiting for Soobin to finish. You heard the front door open. There was silence, and then Soobin started yelling as the door slammed shut. Footsteps approached the door in a rush. Soobin entered the bathroom with cheeks redder than a tomato.

“What the hell happened?”

“Beomgyu came home… And he saw me. Taking the photo.”

You looked down to see his still-hard cock wilting. “Ahh, baby~ There’s no way you could’ve known. It’s okay…”

“He’s going to make fun of me! And tell the others!”

“Well, he didn’t see everything…” You smiled.

“That would’ve scared him.”

You kissed your boyfriend. “Well… I still haven’t finished yet. And, I know you can keep going.” 

Soobin smiled as his cock started growing back to life, poking at you again. “You’ll have to stay quiet.”

“Then just don’t do it too hard…”

[wondeurwall]

Idk if u've seen rafayel's new oracle story BUT IT HAS BEEN PLAGUING MY MIND

"What if i make it up to you like this yeah?"

MAKE UP SEX WITH RAFAYEL.

TELL ME DO YOU THINK THEY'LL HAVE IT OFTEN?? But ones in a more playful sort of way not really full on arguments if you get what i mean 😩💗💗

oh my god please, nonnie, rafayel's oracle story is literally the only thing on my mind. i've been so unwell

i went in with one dream and spent everything i had because my luck is abysmal. and, the worst part?? I CAN'T EVEN BE UPSET ABOUT IT 😭🫵🏻 it wasn't what i expected. it's kind of funny ASKDDJKD!! i thought it'd be myth related. instead, i was blessed with rafayel.... kisses... 🥰

itty bitty nsfw 🔞 mdni.

rafayel would 100% down for playful makeup sex 😵‍💫💕 honestly, he'd pull any kind of excuse just to get you undressed and fucked out in bliss. he loves how pretty you look when you cum 💕 even more when he and you can get a good laugh in between because he'd appreciate lightheartedness in intimacy. after all, he wouldn't have sex with anyone else! he needs trust to do those sweet, silly things too, and he can only ever do that with you.

because i think he'd find a lot of fun with it, he'd do it often, but the sex doesn't necessarily need to be absolutely mind-blowing once initiated. banter is fun, even better when it leads to sex, but he just loves being close like that: naked and a tangled mess of limbs with the warmth coming from your body to his.

he's a night owl, so he's unintentionally ignoring your texts. maybe, even misses a few phone calls or immediately ends an incoming one, thinking it's an alarm he set up before. part of the day goes by and you're coming into his home to make sure he's doing alright. there's no use in pretending that you aren't upset. because you are upset! you didn't hear from him 💔 but, you find that he's just now out of bed after finishing a new piece of art.

"were you asleep this whole time?" you ask.

he rambles on about a sudden inspiration he had and that, "it'd be wrong to rest when the idea was too good."

you listen, nod, but truthfully some of his words go in and out the other ear. you frown at him. and, when he asks why you have that look on your face, you're quick to say, "i'm sure you can figure out why."

he knows. of course, he knows. he reads you well, just like you do him. then, his shoulders are a little hunched over, and he's laughing!

"i've really spoiled you," he says softly. his hands are on your hips the next second, pulling you close. "mm, why not let me make it up to you? i'm awake now, and we have the rest of the day to ourselves."

he lifts you and lays you on the couch. kisses you while he thinks about how many times he can get you gushing on his fingers and tongue before his cock.

OR, if you're the one making it up to him 🥹

accidentally spilling paint on a good shirt of his? you're panicking as soon as it happens. your hands move faster than your mouth, and you're halfway with unbuttoning his shirt before telling him he needs to take it off.

his laughter is what stops you. it dawns on you! but, to be fair, your thoughts don't have anything else besides: the shirt must be washed before it really stains.

"someone's being bold," he chuckles as your eyes meet. "did you plan this?"

"what?" and, the fabric drops from between your fingers. rafayel doesn't miss the way your gaze falls briefly, catching the sight of his bare chest, last 2 or 3 buttons barely laying over his abdomen. "me, ruining a piece of clothing that's probably over three times my budget? i don't think that's planning. it's called being clumsy."

your face feels warm. you take a deep breath, reach out to him, "c'mon. i'll wash it. take it off before the paint makes it unsalvageable."

rafayel clasps your wrist with his hand, steps into your space, voice deepening with a tinge of playfulness, "no, i can think of a better idea. how about me and you have matching clothes?"

he embraces you, gets you wearing blotches of paint too, and you want to argue. but, you can't find the energy to when one hand is guiding your head back and the other is tugging on your neckline. rafayel's lips move to your throat first. then, trails open-mouthed kisses along the rest of your neck, jaw, the base of your shoulder, before whispering, "it's a good idea, yeah?"

since you're the one to make a mess of his shirt first, he wants you riding him as compensation. to make him feel good? yes, sure, he loves that. though, the reason for it, most of all: he wants you using his cock like you own it. wants you aching and desperate for him. cum all over him, feel good because of him. nothing gets him going more than watching you bounce on top and moan his name so sweetly 🥰

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hii could i have a pizza with sicilian crust and alfredo sauce. for the toppings : Oregano, Sun dried tomatoes and roasted artichokes with water and a dessert with max verstappen please <3

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this! I will write another championship fic soon but I wanted to get something small out there!

TW: unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, really short! MDNI 18+

WC: 800+

sicilian crust dating alfredo sweet sex oregano "Please, let me cum in you" sun dried tomatoes "Gonna look so pretty pregnant" roasted artichokes “im gonna put a baby in you” water breeding kink dessert yes served by Max Verstappen

Y/N POV

"You did it!" I scream pulling Max into my chest for a fourth year in a row of him winning the World Driver's Championship! A part of me can't believe it but seeing Max be lifted by his team while they celebrate him tells me everything is real.

The following hour is filled with Max and I passing Gin and Tonics between us while he gets ushered around the Vegas strip for different interviews but once we finally can leave Max and I make quick work of making it to the night club where we planned to dance and celebrate the night away.

By the time we stumbled our way into the hotel room Max makes quickly work of stripping me out of my tight dress while he pulls off his clothes shortly after.

Max and I might be drunk but we both know what we want. Max has spent the better part of the night in the club between grabbing my hips and pulling me into his front so I know exactly how I'm effecting him and making sure I have a drink in my hand at all times I can't get to Max fast enough.

"I'm gonna put a baby in you," Max mumbles while pulling my naked body into his while leaning down and placing a soft kiss on my lips and pulling me down onto the bed with him.

"I still can't believe you're a 4 time champion," I mumble against Max's lips making a small giggle escape through his lips.

"I can't either but this is my favorite championship to win. I felt like I actually fought for this one," Max mumbles back making me smile and nod softly which quickly turns into a moan when Max's wondering hand finds my throbbing clit and rubs a few small circles on it.

"Fuck," I gasp as I can feel my wetness start to spread due to Max's wandering fingers.

"Been soaked for me all night?" Max asks with a smirk while pushing 2 fingers deep into my pussy successfully getting a moan to fall from my lips.

"Yes, all for you Maxie, more please" I moan when I feel his fingers graze against my throbbing G-spot.

"Fuck, I love to know I can have you begging for more within just a few fingers," Max smirks while slowly starting to speed up his actions with his fingers.

"Oh God," I moan out rather loudly while arching my back off the bed.

"Fuck, please let me cum in you tonight! I need to see my cum dripping from your pussy," Max groans before pressing his lips against mine not letting me answer.

"Please Maxie, fuck me," I whimper out when he pulls away from my lips.

"Are you sure?" Max groans while staring down at my soaked pussy.

"Yes Max, I want you to fill me up with your cum please!" I moan back making Max groans before slowly lining his large cock up with my soaked pussy before slowly pushing in making me gasp while I feel my tight walls give way to Max's intrusion.

"Oh fuck, Max!" I moan loudly when Max starts pumping his cock into me.

"You're gonna look so pretty pregnant," Max says while continuing to fuck into me making me moan.

"Max, fuck it feels so good," I moan when I feel Max pick up the pace once again making me arch my back and scream out as I feel my orgasm start to build.

"Fuck, I can feel the way you're squeezing me, are you gonna cum for me pretty girl?" Max groans through gritted teeth making me whimper and nod my head.

"Yes, please Max," I moan clenching tighter to bring Max closer to the edge as well.

"FUck, cum for me," Max groans while throwing his head back.

"Oh fuck," I cry out as I start cumming around Max's cock pulling Max over the edge with me.

"Fuck," Max groans while throwing his head back and cumming deep into my pussy.

When Max and I both come down from our orgasms he slowly slides out of my pussy before getting out of bed and getting a clean rag to wet with warm water before coming back into the bedroom area and wiping me down lightly before discarding it somewhere in the room.

"If we get a championship baby after tonight the fans will know how much of a slut you are," I tease while turning on my side while Max laughs and pulls me closer.

"All I'm saying is a baby is so much better than any trophy," Max says before placing a soft kiss on my lips.

"I love you, and I am so beyond proud of you and everything you've done this season," I tell him softly. Max just pulls me in a bit tighter not saying anything else. It doesn't take us long to fall asleep for the night.

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overstimulation

max verstappen (mv33)

tags: smut/pwp, university student!reader, stress relief, facetime, mutual masturbation, dirty talk/degrading language, established relationship, loving!max

a/n: you ever played god with your caffeine consumption. i have, and it sucks!

you could hear the ticking of the clock in your room as you sat there hunched over your textbooks. why did a class need so many textbooks? the ticking of the clock was like like your racing heart, everything felt so loud in your head. like shouting in an empty room.

you were over-caffeinated, horribly stressed and yet no information was getting through your thick skull! which only added to the frustration. you needed to pass this exam, you needed to graduate!

but even the words on the page felt smudged in your mind as you tried to wipe the restlessness out of your vision.

maybe it was time for rest. you looked at the time on your computer screen, it was well past midnight. you rubbed your eyes with the heels of your hands. you exhaled deeply and dropped your arms onto the desk.

your phone pinged and you sadly looked over to it and saw the name flash on the screen "maxie". he felt like he was a million miles away right now, you didn't want to bother him with your currently conundrum. he had a race to win this weekend, he didn't need to worry about you having a panic attack over an exam.

you looked away from your messy notes and picked up the phone. you unlocked it and saw the text from him, "hope the studying is going well, i am free in about half an hour if you wanted to facetime before you went to bed. remember i love you and i'm cheering you on for your exam just as much as you're cheering me on."

you frowned at the text message, not because it was upsetting you. but, because he was cheering you on. as the girlfriend, you were supposed to cheer him on. you sighed and leaned back against your chair and looked at your phone for a moment. nothing was going to change the state of your exhaustion and stress, for sure not another coffee. max already gave you looks from your enjoyment of the drink, you could only imagine how he'd look when he found out how many cups you've had in just this night.

"sounds good, just give me five mins before you wanna call. love you." you replied before you turned off the lamp by your desk and closed your laptop. at the very least you could enjoy a brief call with your boyfriend. you got up and stretched your arms over your head. you heard your back crack from the shrimp position you were in most of the evening. you could feel the bags under your eyes.

you rubbed your eyes once more before you got into bed. you laid out across the queen sized bed with your phone near your head. you yawned loudly and waited. it felt nice lying in the quiet of your room. you felt a small excitement however, when your phone rang. you grabbed it and saw it was max calling you. you answered the phone and saw a good look at max's face.

he smiled when he saw you, but then it dropped as he said, "you look tired. have you been sleeping? tell me you've been sleeping." he looked comfortable on the hotel room bed, it made you partially wish that you were there beside him. curled up under his arm and kissing at his face. and him kissing more intimate areas.

"i have been... trying to sleep. you know i want to do well. i've just been so stressed out."

he sighed, "my treasure." he shifted on the bed a little, "if i was there right now, you know i'd make it all better." his tone was inviting, it drew you in as you caught a brief glimpse of the bulge in his sweatpants. ah, he needed some stress relief too.

"i know." you said, "you kept asking if i'd go with you this weekend. you know i'll be with you next weekend, after the exam is over." you shifted in your spot on the bed, "but, maybe.... you could tell me exactly how you'd make me feel better."

max chuckled, there was a glimmer in his blue eyes as he said, "ah, is someone pent up. i guess that would make sense, i left so early that i didn't give you the love you deserved before i left." his said lowly, "i want to see your face while you pleasure yourself... and no toys, i don't need any help making you cum."

you swallowed and managed to get the phone propped up some pillows so max could see you. he did the same, you got a good look at his cock out of his sweatpants. it made you shudder a little at the sight of it. he wasn't the largest in the world, but it was enough to make you squirm. you could remember how it made you feel.

"there she is." he purred, "even on a shit phone screen you look so beautiful. are you wearing my shirt?" he inquired which made you shudder.

you nodded and pushed up the shirt a little bit. nothing too fancy, just one of his. you giggled, "i wanted to feel closer to you. it's hard to study all alone."

max knew more about your area of study now than he did before he met you. he said, "well, if i was there." he said softly, "if i was there right beside you on the bed." he watched your expressed shift as you started to pleasure yourself. he licked his lips and started to stroke his cock, "fuck, if i was there. i'd have you on your side so you could study and i'd move myself up against you. get myself between your legs from behind and fuck you slowly. can't have you lose focus, this is an important exam." he swallowed. you were beautiful.

"max."

"you know i'd make you feel good. maybe we could put the test if you could remember more if i made you finish over and over and over again." his voice was low, his tone was seductive. it left a curl of want through you.

you panted, "i don't think that'll help much, anytime i'd think of an answer i'd just think about your fucking me." you tensed up a little as you continued to play with yourself. even through the phone you could feel max's gaze on you and it left you needy in ways you couldn't formulate into words

"wouldn't that be so bad?" he asked, "middle of your exam, the exam of your life and all you can think about, not the questions, but my cock inside of you. my hands around your neck as i push you back and forth of my cock. you like that don't you? you like how i make you feel." his words were like honey off his tongue that spread across your head, it left you wanting more. you wished max was here at that moment to put his words to use.

your hand would be just fine, but you knew that max's cock would make the experience feel so much better. to fuck you with a feverish pace, to have the bed creak under you.

the man had such a grasp on you. he knew exactly how to make your core twist with want. you continued to rub your hand up against your clit, you gasped a little louder and found yourself tensing up. you felt flushed, which only grew with the sound of max's voice and heavy pants. he was feeling good as well.

"i wish you were here. beside me. so i could make you feel good. i always love how your face looks when i make you cum so beautifully. you look like a dream under me. oh fuck, even on top. as long as i make you feel good, i don't care exactly how to make you squirm. fuck, you're a dream come true. even over the phone, i need you. i want you." he groaned through a tense jaw as he continued to stroke his cock.

"fuck, max." you groaned. if you didn't have an exam so soon, you would've been on the next flight out. you would've been with him and in his arms. you would've sucked him off while you played with your clit. you would've fucked him until the stress was totally out of his body.

"you're so beautiful. i want you to cum for me, i want you to feel good. that's what my treasure deserves, to feel her best. especially when she's going to ace that exam." he groaned as the thrusts of his hand became more erratic, pre-cum made the tip of his cock shiny and went down his hand as he fucked his fist.

it didn't take long before you felt the surge of pleasure through you and with a few more heavy moans, you came against your hand. you soaked your panties as you rode out your pleasure. it left sparks in your mind as you shuddered from a deep want.

"fuck." he gasped.

you whined a little bit, a small strangled moan came from your lips and made your pulse race. you felt it hard to be loud when you were all alone. you could wake up the entire red bull team if it was you and max, but alone you were a little more quiet.

max was only egged on by your sweet noises, he continued to stroke his cock in a feverish manner. he felt the excitement leap in his bones. it felt like a live wire as he quickly made himself finish, cum dripped over his fist. pearly white cum over his hand as he jerked himself off through orgasm. you got a perfect view of his weepy cock as he slowed his movements.

he near wheezed out, "fuck..." and then relaxed, a movement that made the phone topple over for a moment. you could hear rustling and when you could see his flushed expression once more. he was smiling like an idiot, cheeks bright pink.

you relaxed, you hand felt soaked from being between your legs. you looked at the screen from the odd angle and smiled at him, "that.. that really helped." you swallowed and felt the blush spread through your cheeks.

"anything to help you, my treasure." he said softly "you'll do well on the exam?" he asked.

you nodded, "surprisingly, i have a little more confidence." you giggled, you felt much more relaxed as you laid on the bed, "i miss you though. it's not exactly the same."

max exhaled deeply and then smiled once more, "well, maybe i can come get you after your exam. and you can cheer me on during the next race. i need my good luck charm." he chuckled a little. from his expression, how he gazed at you. he was very much in love with you, and you loved him back.

"i think i need a break tonight, from the studying." you got comfortable in bed with the covers soon over your shoulders, "tell me all about the drama on the paddock... something where i don't have to think about school."

max laughed, "well, let me tell you what is going on between carlos and oscar." and as you listened to him ramble about the gossip on the track. you were finally able to relax.

studying could be a worry for tomorrow <3