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don’t play with me princess

zach justice x fem!reader

warnings • smutty smut smut, zach : daddy, kissing, use of yn, pet names, oral sex, flirting, angst, jealous zach, swearing , 18+

summary: you went on dropouts after being friends for years and him begging you for ages to come the podcast , you finally give in and things kick off.

*Do not copy my work*

*zach has his own place in this*

you were messaging zach all last night about the podcast, what time to come etc he was being so sweet telling you he’s gunna be with you the whole time but knowing zach he will probably bully you for it tomorrow on the podcast “i’ll be fine” you mumbled before dozing off to sleep.

you wake up at 11:06 to zach phoning you making sure your awake as you always sleep in, unfortunately you had just woke up and had an hour to get ready and leave as you had to be there for 12:30 and it takes 20 minutes to get there “yea you just woke me up” you say rolling out of bed “good can’t have my star guest not come” he says, you hang up the phone starting to get ready doing a natural look as you didn’t have time nor effort to do a glam look, once you finished your makeup you chose your outfit then left.

you got there about 5 minutes before the pod started saying hi to everyone “omg yn” alyssa shouts across the room running towards you engulfing you in a big hug “alyssa ahh i missed you so much” you say with a massive smile “alright alyssa she’s mine calm down” zach says appearing around the corner with a smug little smirk on his face “oh shut up zach” turning around to face alyssa again and walking into the studio.

“hello welcome or welcome back to dropouts today we have an extra special guest, my girlfriend yn y/l/n” looking at u in shock “oh you wish” looking at the mic “i do i really do, so yn” your quick to answer as your nervous as what hes gunna say “yes zach” already dreading the question “how have you been” relieved with this you start to smile “yea it’s been great honestly i’ve started my own clothing line and makeup and it’s going great!” smiling knowing how far you’ve come “wow that’s great! any boys recently ?” jared says adding to the convo “oh jared you know” you say winking at him before you both start bursting into laughter, you look over at zach and he looks like he’s burning a hole into your brain, he looks mad ? you chime in “no guys i’m jk don’t clip that” you say with a nervous laugh zach still does not look impressed until he spits out “oh yn you wouldn’t even kiss jared on the cheek never mind do the devils tango with him” smirking you reply “oh and how would you know that” he stares at you for a second “okay guys if your not subscribed to the patreon you get a 7 day free trial, you get extra bits from these podcasts also you get them earlier plus extra videos like the drunk episodes when we get me and some other people drunk and try spill some secrets” you just look at him unimpressed as he carries on.

by now your on the subject of sex and relationships jared talking about this girl he is going out with tonight and how he would love to have something with her as theyd been speaking for months “yea jared i think you just gotta go for it, no woman wants a man who takes their time, and they don’t want to beg for it either ” you say giving him a woman’s perspective “oh yn you were begging for it last night” zach says smirking earning an oh and oh shit from jared and alyssa you just completely gobsmacked on what this man just said to you “oh please like i would go to you for that your probably not even as good as you make out zach, actually alyssa can you relate to this a man always says he knows what he’s doing yet he can’t get it in the right hole” jared and alyssa start laughing hesring a very quiet yes from alyssa as zach says “oh trust me i know what i’m doing” you didn’t look impressed “hm ye still don’t believe it sorry zach” he’d had enough at this point he wanted to throw you over his shoulder, take you upstairs and prove it while you were screaming out his name “don’t play with me princess”, jared just gasped and alyssa just started laughing you however just turned over and said “of course i’m gunna mess with you other wise your gunna wind me up so” looking over at him letting your eyes drop for a mere second you saw him readjusting himself seeing a massive bulge in his pants looking up with him smirking at you.

alyssa and jared start having a conversation about something i’m not sure what i was zoned out thinking about what zach said and his bulge until you were pulled out by zach coming closer to you wanting to whisper something “i’m gunna fuck you so hard after this your not gunna be able to even speak and say i didn’t know what u was doing, you understand me gorgeous?” you nod while backing away just smiling jared and alyssa obviously caught on “um guys what you saying over there” knowing you were caught until zach chimes in “oh i was just asking yn about something i heard about her clothing line and it’s true but not able to say sorry. it’s a secret” you sigh knowing zach just saved your ass and his.

after 1 hour of you and zachs glances you started you flirt with jared to get a reaction out of zach, must say he contained himself pretty well until the pod finished you said your goodbyes to jared and alyssa claiming you were gunna hang out with zach for a while as you haven’t seen eachother in months they believed it obviously as it is true you did miss him but you needed him now, as soon as they walked out that door you said “so you gunna prove it to me or what?” walking over to him looking up batting your eye lashes without a word he smashes his lips into yours quietly letting out little moans and gasps as he picks you up taking you to his room he throws you on the bed hovering over you “hm you look so good today” moaning while he’s kissing your neck “you too baby, wanted to have my way with you since i first met you” you moan against his touch not knowing this as you thought you guys were just friends with the occasional flirt “take your clothes off princess wanna see you” he says throwing his shirt some where across the room, after hearing those words you have never done something quicker you were lying there naked while zack still had his jeans on he slowly started kissing down your stomach reaching down to your bare dripping pussy “this wet already baby? hm someone’s needy” saying with a grin before you could answer he dived into your pussy sucking your clit making you scream out in pleasure “hm zach more baby please” he starts to pump his fingers in and out of you sucking and licking your clit, you could hear his tiny little moans and the vibrations coming off, “could jared eat your pretty pussy like this baby?” he says hint of jealousy in his voice you shake your head unable to focus “words princess” he says picking up his pace “no! daddy you do it better than anybody” you say about to come until he stops what he’s doing and looks up at you “what did you just call me?” you now are very embarrassed yet the words come out you couldn’t stop it “d-daddy” he smiles looking at you “fuck princess i cannot do this i need to be in you” you sigh then spreading your legs for him as he unbuckles his belt letting the cold air hit your core “fuck gorgeous such a good girl for daddy” he says slipping into you, he’s massive so much bigger than you thought “fuck daddy your huge” that just gives him a boost and he starts picking up the pace, “oh baby you don’t how long i’ve wanted to do this” he says moaning in your ear “me too daddy needed your cock for so long hmm” screaming without a care who heard you “your mine princess” you moan at the words nesrly making you cum alone “all yours daddy” you say trying to fight for breathe “what princess didn’t quite hear you?” ramming into harder and deeper “i’m yours daddy all yours!!” shouting even louder before he utters “good girl” as his thrusts get sloppy “where do you want me beautiful” without even thinking you say “in me daddy i’m on the pill” he does a couple more thrusts before you both are cumming the hardest you ever have, nobody has ever made you feel this way and you loved it, he pulls out of you now all cocky “that prove it to you huh” saying all confident “wasn’t even that good” you say smirking “hm i wish i could believe that but your moans and words say different gorgeous” he says before getting something to clean you both up.

as you were laying there he says “i meant it you know” you look up at him confused “your mine now, not letting you go” you just kiss him as you fall asleep tangled up together.

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i’m coming clean. i am OBSESSED with johnnie guilbert. also jake webber but johnnie is in my heart forever. my guilty pleasure is an emo boy cos i was HEAVY on the emo shit when i was younger. even now i am like if u put pierce the veil on or all time low imma buss down.

also a PSA to say that i also love zach justice like i would ride that man all night he is my white man of the year. i need him like a gerbil needs a running wheel.

i am a woman who has a variety of men on her influencer roster. not one of them looks the same.

also TARA YUMMY IS MY IDOL IVE LOVED HER FOR YEARS AND IM SO HAPPY SHES GETTING THE ATTENTION SHE DESERVES

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☆Includes- smut, illegal substances, degrading, ect. Read at your own risk.☆

☆I am taking requests! DM me or comment what you would want!☆

☆Author's Note- It's been a long time since I last wrote smut or fanfiction. So I'm sorry if it's not the best. Overall I hope you guys enjoy it! :)☆

∆Drunk Dial∆

§~Everything has turned hazy. How many drinks have you had? You can't remember. All you do remember is Zach deciding to throw a killer party. Along with Jared ushering drink after drink down your throat. Speaking of which, where did Jared go? You look over to see Jared singing some slurred version of Barbie Girl by Pitbull on Zach's coffee table. Laughing hysterically you grab your phone. You only meant to hit record instead you hit call.~§

*Ring*~~~*Ring*~~~*Ring*

"Hello?"

§-Jake's groggy voice fills your ears-§

*Hiccup*"Ohhh hiiii j-...jakeeeey"*Hiccup*

"Y/n? Are you drunk?"

§-Jake asks with concern-§

"Hmmm... *Hiccup* lemme see....*burp*...yeah...*giggles*"

"I'm on my way."

§-Jake's voice rings out stern-§

"Wait-.."

§-Dial tone-§

§~You don't understand how Jake is going to find you. He has no idea where you are. Instead of worrying about it you down another shot of vodka. The warmth spreads from your throat to your stomach. You quickly forget all about your drunk dial to Jake. What feels like hours passes before you feel a rough hand on your waist. Startled, you jumped and turned around to see Jake. Wearing an ed hardy t shirt and black jeans.~§

"Jake?"

§-Your confused having forgotten you called him-§

"Come on, we're leaving."

§-Jake's voice deep and demanding-§

"But-"

§-Before you can hesitate Jake throws you over his shoulder. His hands gripping the back of your thighs to keep you in place. You try to wiggle out of his grasp but he's too strong.-§

"JAKEEEEEE put me down!"

§-You whine annoyed. Jake ignores you as he carries you outside. The air is cold against your exposed skin. Jake opens his passenger side door and sets you down gently but firmly. Buckling you up Jake walks over to the driver's side, starts the car, and begins to drive.-§

"Why did you get so fucking drunk!? Something bad could have happened to you?"

§-You can tell Jake's angry but what confuses you is he seems worried. You guys have been friends for three years. It's not like you've never gotten drunk before. Why does he suddenly care?-§

"Why do you care? I'm allowed to drink Jake."

§-You roll your eyes and Jake's hands grip the steering wheel. The veins in his hands showing through his skin more. You can't help but stare. Something stirs deep within your stomach. Suddenly it's a thousand degrees in the car.-§

"I care cause I don't want you to get hurt! I know it's hard for you to believe that someone can care about you but they can and I do!"

§-Jake stares way too intensely at the road. You know you should feel guilty but seeing Jake this way is doing something to you. Something that makes you feel the need to squeeze your thighs together and stare elsewhere before you do something you know you shouldn't. You know you should just apologize and let it go. However the other part of you wins the part that wants more of this side of Jake.-§

"Aww what you don't like the idea of some dudes hands all over me...is that it?"

§-You fake pout in a whinny mocking voice. A small smirk evident on your lips. Jake hands grip the steering wheel harder and his eyes narrow.-§

"Maybe I do."

§-Jake mumbles deeply through gritted teeth. The heat in between your thighs rises and you have to resist biting your lip. Maybe it's the alcohol talking or maybe you have felt this way about Jake all this time. All you know is you want his hands on your burning skin. Instead of making it obvious you decide to play dumb.-§

"W-...what?"

§-You gasp as Jake suddenly parks the car's on the side of the road. He reaches over his fingers gripping your chin pulling you closer.-§

"You fucking heard me!"

§-His hot breath blows onto your face as he speaks. Your eyes dart to his lip rings shining due to the streetlight outside. You can no longer help it and pull your bottom lip in-between your teeth.-§

"No... I don't think I did..."

§-You smirk knowing you're getting under his skin. Jake's other hand slides up your thigh, his fingers playing with the bottom of your skirt. Leaning his head forward Jake whispers in you ear-§

"Dressed up like a slut hmm? You're just begging for attention aren't you?"

§-Your eyes widen hearing Jakes words.-§

"So what if I am? In fact, maybe I was about to sleep with some guy before you showed up!"

§-You liked seeing the jealous side of Jake. His hand that was once on your chin slides down to your throat squeezing tightly.-§

"If you're going to be a slut for anyone you're going to my slut!"

§-Jake kisses down your neck to your collar bone bitting and sucking the skin. Being sure to leave a mark. Jake unbuckles your seatbelt. His hand that was on your thighs wraps around your waist pulling you closer to his chest making you lean over the center council. Jake moves your hair to one side and leans down nibbling on your ear-§

"Say your mine!"

§-Jake's voice is deep and demanding. Everything is happening at once the adrenaline making your heart race.-§

"Wh- what?"

§-You whisper confused. Jake flips up your skirt and slaps your ass. You gasp loudly as the sound echos in his car.-§

"Jake..wh-.."

§-Jake hand meets your ass again this time hard enough you feel a slight sting.-§

"Say it!"

§-Jake's voice is hoarse and hot against your neck. You hesitate and his hand slaps your ass again. This time your sure he's left a outline of his hand.-§

"I'm...yours"

§-You finally choke the words out. Jake slaps your ass for the final time before he undoes the belt and zipper of his jeans. He pulls his jeans down slightly. Jake reaches over, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulls you so you're hovering over his lap. His lips connect with your neck. His tongue sliding and his teeth biting.-§

"I'm not just making you say that you're mine . I'm going to make sure you feel it."

§-Jake says deeply. Jake quickly pulls your underwear down and without warning he thrusts his dick inside of you. You cry out loudly. Your head falling into the crook of his neck.-§

"Fuck...Jake"

§-You pant out. Jake's fingers dig into the skin of your hips keeping you in place as he thrusts deep inside of you. His dick hitting all the perfect spots.-§

"Such a good little slut...my slut..."

§-Jake groans as he kisses your shoulder. One of your hands is tugging on his hair lightly and the other is scratching his back. You moan uncontrollably. Jake's thrust are slow but deep and rough.-§

"Ye-...yes...only yours..."

§-You whimper out giving into him. Jake's being pleased with your words speeds up the pace of his thrusts. You throw your head back and Jake doesn't hesitate to kiss your exposed neck leaving a hickey. Which you later will realize almost looks like a J. You start to clench around Jake's dick getting closer to the edge. This causes Jake to moan.-§

"Fuck...y/n...your doing so well..."

§-Jake grunts out in-between thrusts-§

"Ja-...Jake..I'm close..."

§-You cry out feeling the heat in your stomach rise.-§

"Cum for me...cum like the good little slut you are.."

§-Jake words are all you need. Your eyes close and your mouth falls open as you moan repeatedly. Your cum dripping down Jake's dick and into his lap. Jake thrusts into you deeply a few more times before you feel his warm cum shoot inside you. Jake kisses your jawline, cheeks, and lips. Whispering sweet things into your ear.-§

"Never get drunk without me ever again please. I don't want you to get hurt."

§-Jake says while staring into your eyes-§

"I promise"

§-You pant still out of breath. Jake smiles and kisses you on the lips softly.-§

"I guess we are out of the friend zone then..?"

§-You say sheepishly and Jake laughs-§

"You think."

§-He replies with a big smile on his face. He wraps his hands around your waist and just holds you for a very long time.-§

§-THE END!-§

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AGGGTM TOMORROW!!!

For my Aussie moots, it comes out on Stan at 6pm :)

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No,Because the Tara yummy hate makes zero sense.if you don’t like her,stop talking about her.Zach Justice’s humor is just a character,Tara can deal with it.also leave jake webber alone about him following Belle Delphine back in 2020 everyone followed her at the time it really shouldn’t bother you unless you have nothing to do in your free time

Y’all better not bring Carrington into this unnecessary drama.

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Taking Advantage

Yeah, I'd like to take advantage of Jack Quaid too.

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WHY IS THERE NO ZACH JUSTICE X READERS ON HERE THAT MAN IS LITERALLY A GOD LIKE COME ON

guys ik i keep spam tagging but whoever sees this if u have an interest in this man and decide to make something PLEASE @ me !!!!!!

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✦Open the Gates - Zach Bryan✦

Prompt: Isla Ricciardo is going to do what her father wasn't allowed to, and she'll do it by doing what she does best: Grabbing the bull by the horns.

I heard you died out in Cheyenne

With my mother’s ring on your hand

A note in your pocket said I love you till I die

2024 - Singapore

   Max stares at the Instagram post. Daniel’s back is plastered with the team logos, his helmet under his arm. He clicks off of Insta, moving to his contacts, scrolling quickly before tapping on one, a honey pot emoji being the only thing that distinguishes it.

   “Hey Maxie, great race!”

   “You’re really done, aren’t you?”

   A staticy silence follows his question. Max can see Daniel’s face, can imagine the red eyes and quivering lip.

   “I’m done.” It’s final and so heavy, the way Daniel says it. Max swallows, feeling his eyes start to burn.

   “What did Isla say?”

   “She threatened to put salt in Horner’s coffee and a spider in Helmut’s desk,” Daniel answers, a wet laugh accompanying. Max lets out a huffy laugh as well, imagining the young girl’s face. Her eyes would probably be blazing, the same fire as her father’s. 

   “I’m sorry that we failed you. I’m sorry we couldn’t give that championship to you,” Max chokes the words out, feeling a tear slip down his cheek. Speaking the words out loud feels like nailing the coffin shut.

   “You didn’t fail me Maxie, it was never you. It was just how things happened.” Daniel’s voice is also choked up, tight with emotions. “You were the best, are the best, teammate I ever had. I wouldn’t have changed us for a hundred championships.”

   Max laughs, letting the rest of the tears fall.

   “It’ll always be us, Daniel.”

   “Always, Maxie.”

I can hear the bulls are coming to claim what they've been huntin'

The son of a cowboy can't claim his daddy's right

2035 - Bahrain

   “History is being made today in the 2035 season, in a surprising place.”

   “I think it’s Her-story rather than history, right?”

   “I suppose you’re right. Isla Ricciardo, daughter of former F1 driver Daniel Ricciardo, is making her F1 debut with her father’s old team, Red Bull Racing. And at a fresh 17 at that, the youngest since Max Verstappen.”

   “Something with Aussie blood, youngsters, and Red Bull, isn’t there? It’s astounding that the FIA signed off on that, by the way.”

   “Feels like it. Max Verstappen was 17. Mark Webber, Daniel Ricciardo, Oscar Piastri for a short stint, and if you wanted to count Liam Lawson you could.”

   “Isla continues that legacy, and is honoring her father with the number 3 placed on her car.”

   “Fans and other drivers alike are eagerly watching the youngster, wanting to see where she’ll go.”

  ---

   “Isla, how are you feeling ahead of your first race?”

   A familiar smile, warm eyes and curly hair. The splitting image of her father, Isla sat tall in her seat.

   “Excited, terrified, and feeling a bit insane. You know, the normal.”

   Soft laughter and a few smiles, but the other drivers can see her hands shake in her lap, knuckles pale from clenching the mic so hard.

   “Debuting as the first female F1 driver in nearly 50 years, and with a big name like Red Bull, what are your expectations for this season?”

   “Quite a loaded question, yeah? Anyway, I’ve not got any real expectations going into this. Not as a bad thing, but I’m just trying to come in blank. This is unprecedented in modern Formula 1. There’s been plenty of women in other aspects of the sport, but it’s been so long since a woman has driven in the sport. Not to mention, Red Bull has a bit of a taste for Aussie blood, yeah?”

   A few people let out awkward laughs, but most people know what she means. Mark Webber never got that championship trophy, nor did Daniel Ricciardo. Oscar Piastri got so close, but his two years in the team were just short. Isla was next in line.

And my baby, she's been cryin' at the thought of me dyin'

She knows there's no stopping a man and his foolish pride

2033 - Perth, Australia

   “You’re not changing your mind, are you?” Isla looks up at her boyfriend from the ground, hair falling in her eyes as she adjusts the suspension of her bike.

   “You know I’m not.”

   “And your dad’s ok with it?”

   Isla had heard the question a million times. Everyone wanted to know how her dad felt about her joining F1, but especially how he felt about her doing it with Red Bull.

   “He knows why I picked them.”

   Caleb doesn’t respond, but he sits down next to her, watching her as she works. They sit in silence for a while, the noise of the farm and metal clinking their background music.

   “Whatever happens, knock them dead. Make them remember you,” Caleb finally whispers, taking her hand in his. Isla gives him a smile, wide and sparkling.

   “That’s the only way.”

So, open the gates, I'm here to prove

I'm better than my father was

And where he came from, too

Open the gates, I'm here to ride To-hell-I-go, with daddy by my side

   “She qualified 12th in Bahrain, finished 10th. Now she qualifies 7th, and finishes 3rd! What a spectacular start to her racing career, Isla Ricciardo podiums in Australia!”

   “It’s been a long time since we’ve had an Aussie on the podium here, the last being Oscar Piastri in 2032. Australia has not been kind in the past, but it seems she has a soft spot for her daughter.”

   “P3 Isla, P3!”

   “**** yeah! That’s how we do it boys!”

   “Caleb’s trying not to cry, but your dad is.”

   “Sappy old man! I love them both.”

   “I’m sure Daniel is ecstatic for his daughter, what a fantastic performance.”

   “I’d certainly be proud as her father. Her driving has been nothing short of fantastic, and her style is very clearly reminiscent of Daniel’s.”

---

   Melbourne screams for her daughter as the day bleeds into night. Signs cover the city with Isla’s face plastered on them, her podium being rejoiced. Daniel smiles bright, wrinkles lining his eyes. The grey in his hair is noticeable under the club lighting, but he doesn’t really care. Isla is laughing and dancing with her friends and boyfriend.

   “She’s a mini badger.” Daniel turns to his left, laughing at the face he sees. Max is smiling at him, gin and tonic in hand and plain black t-shirt on. There’s less grey in his hair than there is in Daniel’s. For a second, it transports him back to their time as teammates.

   “She’s her father’s daughter, and watched a few too many of your old races. But I think she’s better than I ever was.” Max lightly shakes his head, but throws an arm around the man.

   “You were great Daniel. It was the team that failed you.”

   “She’ll be the one to break the curse.”

   “Mark is somewhere tossing a coin in a well.”

And I ain't never feared nothing that was four legged and buckin'

Throw me on a hurricane and I'll ride it to the coast

2022 - Australia

   Daniel watches from the pit wall as Isla speeds around the corner, her kart a neon blue flash. The orange and white of her helmet swivels a bit, eyes locked on the track in front of her.

   “She drives like you,” Max comments, leaning against the barrier. Daniel snorts, shaking his head.

   “That’s all you. I think she’s watched Val d’Argenton about 1000 times.” Max sighs and shakes his head, but the smile on his face betrays his real feelings.

   “She’s going to be a menace,” Max remarks, watching Isla take a corner, sharp and breaking late. Daniel hums, tensing a bit when she wobbles coming out of the turn.

   “She’s already a menace, not afraid of anything.” Daniel and Max look behind them to see Mark Webber approach. Daniel smiles at the older man, laughing a bit at the sarcasms in his voice.

   “Just like Max, yeah?”

   “You too, you terrorized the grid just as much,” Max retorts, poking Daniel in the side. Mark laughs at the exaggerated reaction from Daniel, settling against the barrier to the man’s right. They observe the blue, orange, and white blur of Isla’s kart, commenting on her lines and breaking times.

   “She’s going to be the one to make it,” Daniel finally says, quietly. His eyes are locked on his daughter, shoulders loose but fingers firmly clasped together.

   Max nods, humming. Mark looks over to the two. Daniel is leaning forward, against the low wall, but his leg is pressed against Max’s. Max has one foot hooked around Daniel’s leg, his hands in his pockets.

   “Where do you think she’ll go?” Max shrugs, but Daniel says nothing. There’s a fire in his eyes that’s familiar, reminds Mark of a day in 2017. 

   “She’ll jump right in, take the bull by the horns.”

  ---

2033 - Red Bull Ring, Hungary

   Max keeps his eyes glued to the navy F2 car as it flies by. The car is powerful, pushing Isla along the track with such force it’s shocking. A monster, a wild beast that forces one to put everything into controlling it. Dallara had outdone themselves this year. The cars were like storms, thundering through the tracks. 

   Quite a few of the F2 drivers had struggled with the power, scared to push it too much. Isla had no such qualms, squeezing every second and centimeter out of it. She had grabbed that metaphorical bull by the horns and ridden it hard, demolishing nearly every track she had been on.

   “Ricciardo has extended her lead by nearly 5 seconds within the past 5 laps, placing her a full 15 seconds ahead of second place! With three laps to go, we very well might be seeing a record breaking 5 race wins in a row for Isla Ricciardo!”

   “She reminds me of someone, you know?” Max doesn’t look at Christian, doesn’t want to even acknowledge the man. “She really is a mini Daniel. Her breaking zones are nearly identical.”

   “She learned from the best.” That’s Mark, who had been gracious enough to somewhat acknowledge the former team principal. Max snorts, but doesn’t comment.

   “Well, Max did leave with 9 championships, so I can see that.”

   “He was talking about Daniel,” Max finally remarks, eyes on the screen. Isla cuts through the chicane, barely tapping the break. She’s practically flying, holding steady in that monster of a car.

   “Of course,” Christian agrees, but it’s not very enthusiastic. Max gives him a mental side eye, and continues to watch Isla dominate the track.

   “With a record breaking 5 win streak, Isla Ricciardo wins the Hungarian F2 Grand Prix, leading with a 16 second gap!”

   The Campos garage erupts in cheers. It was her 5th win of the season, 9th career F2 win, but they were still as excited for her as they were after her first win.

   “Grab the bull by the horns indeed,” Mark murmurs, only loud enough for Max to hear. The younger lets a small smile slip, eyes crinkling as he sees Daniel’s face appear on the screen, eyes glassy and a smile so wide it looks like it hurts. 

You'll never know that your son came to do what you should've done

On a summer day a long time ago, top a bull named To-hell-I-go

2034 - London, UK

   Isla sits in the small coffee shop, pressed into a booth in the corner, a hot chocolate steaming in front of her. Across from her is a simple coffee, one sugar and one cream. She remembered the order, remembered a lot of the team’s orders, from helping run drinks between meetings.

   “Quite the place, Miss Isla.” She looks up, sees blue eyes that have hardly changed. A soft smile and wrinkles line his face.

   “It’s my favorite. It’s good to see you again, Adrian.” 

   Adrian Newey sits down in front of her, taking a sip of the drink. He huffs out a soft laugh, seemingly surprised it was just how he liked it. It had been at least 10 years since Isla had been running alongside one of the interns and getting their drinks, but she did have an impeccable memory.

   “I heard that you’re being considered for VCARB. How are you feeling?” Adrian looks her over. Isla is the spitting image of her father, the same brown eyes and regal nose, wild curls tumbling down her head.

   “I feel good. But that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” Isla pulls a folder out of her bag and slides it to the man, voice low. Adrian takes it, pausing to see if there’s anything on the outside that could give him a clue as to the content of the folder. Nothing, so he opens it, and sucks in a sharp breath.

   The Red Bull logo hasn’t changed since 2024, still that iconic red and yellow, navy bordering it. 

   “Isla…” Adrian starts, eyes snapping up to the girl. And for a second, he sees another Red Bull driver in her eyes, in her demeanor. Max Verstappen, fresh faced at 16 and 17, stares right back at him.

   “I want to win,” she starts, fiddling with her bracelets. One is made of dark blue beads, a small metal star charm hanging from it. “I want to conquer the bull. I want to do what my dad wasn’t allowed to do, what Mark wasn’t able to do. And to do that, I need to take the bull by the horns. But you know the bull isn’t what it used to be.” 

   Isla slides him another paper. The format of a team contract is immediately recognizable. Adrian quietly goes over it, and Isla watches him.

   “I left 5 years ago, Isla. I’m not what I used to be,” Adrian speaks softly, but his eyes are still on the paper in front of him.

   “You are the best, Adrian. You created something nobody else has, and nobody has been able to come close to it. If I want to do this right, keep clear of the hooves and horns, I need you.” 

   Adrian looks up, finally, and sees such a fire in her eyes that it transports him back 20 years. To two men, boys really, clawing for a win, for something greater than they ever knew.

   “Give me a bull worth riding, Adrian.”

So, open the gates, I'm here to prove

I'm better than my father was

And where he came from, too

Open the gates, I'm here to ride To-hell-I-go, with daddy by my side

2034 - Milton Keynes, UK

   The look on GianPiero’s face when Isla came into the meeting room with Adrian Newey following her was one that she would never forget. Christian’s face was just as amusing, though he looked like he had seen a ghost. With Christian’s retirement (see: forced step back) and current position as advisor, he was privy to some of the contract negotiations, and that’s why she had brought Adrian with Her. GP was a fair team principal, but Horner still held far too much power.

   “Good evening, gentlemen,” Isla greets them cheerfully, shaking some of the other people’s hands and the two aforementioned men rebooted their brains.

   “Good evening Miss Ricciardo. Mr. Newey, I wasn’t aware you were part of her management team,” one of the women says, gesturing to their seats. Adrian pulls Isla’s seat out for her before sitting in his own. 

   “Oh, he’s not,” Isla responds, but doesn’t expand on it.

   “If he’s not part of your management team, I’m not sure he should be privy to contract negotiations.” Horner finally spoke, having found his voice. His eyes were locked on the older man, who was as composed as ever. It was a flashback to 2021, when Max won his first championship, seeing him again.

   “On the contrary, I have an excellent reason for him to be here. Adrian, if you will,” Isla looks at the older man. Her eyes are steady, holding a burning ember in them, ready to spark into a roaring fire at any second. Truly her father’s daughter, Adrian notes.

   “It’s been a while since I left F1, not to mention Red Bull,” he begins, pulling out a folder and sliding in towards GP. “I created a masterpiece here, for Max. And another one, for Yuki in Aston Martin. However, my biggest regret was not being able to do the same for Daniel Ricciardo.” GP picks up the folder, opening it with bated breath. His eyes grow wide once he sees two things: A contract, and the beginnings of a blueprint.

   “I want to correct that mistake, however I can.” Christian stares at the contract as well, before his eyes lock onto Isla. Daniel stares back at him, in 2018, in 2022.

   “I know it’s customary for a new driver to start in a sister team, or a mid-field, but I have a proposal for you,” Isla starts, eyes locked onto GP. “Give me a seat at Red Bull, and I will bring back the greatest engineer and F1 car designer history has ever known.”

   GP stares at her for a second, before looking back at the car blueprint. Finally, he sets it on the table and leans back in his seat, closing his eyes for a second.

   “Isla Ricciardo, you are every bit your father’s child,” he remarks, sitting forward again. He had watched Isla grow up in the paddock, even after Daniel had left. She was glued to Max, or running around with Oscar, and even Jack at one point. She was a child of the circuits, sharp corners and no breaks, smart as whip and ready to tackle everything.

   “It’s the only way I know how to be,” she smiles, and it’s Daniel’s smile.

   “Let’s make history, Isla.”

Will I die out in Cheyenne with my baby there cryin'?

In a belly that's been growin' by the day

And I know that my son will do what his father should've done

A long, long time ago on a bull named To-hell-I-go

2035 - Singapore

   Singapore was as glittery as Daniel remembered. Isla’s helmet was no exception, a sparkling iridescent white and blue helmet, made to look like a set of constellations. On the back, a honey badger made out of twinkling stars.

   “Isla Ricciardo rounds off our last free practice, finishing first in all three. She has been absolutely on fire this weekend!” Jenson was here this weekend, Nico by his side. 

   “With that monster of a car, it’s no surprise she’s doing so well. Bringing Adrian Newey out of retirement was quite a move, and back to Red Bull at that? Isla Ricciardo is something different.”

   Daniel has to agree. His girl was something indescribable, a force of nature. She was the glimmering hope for the future and the warped mirror of the past, shattered glass sparkling like stars.

   “You know, she’s had a personal vendetta against this track.” Daniel looks over to Caleb. He’s got a Red Bull themed hoodie, the name Ricciardo stretching across the back. Isla’s logo, a shooting star, and a number three, sit right over his heart.

   “I know, which is funny, because she loves the helmets,” Daniel laughs. Caleb snorts, laughing a bit as well. “Where’s Cheyenne?”

   “Isabella stole him, said she was going to find Ollie and introduce the two.” Of course Daniel’s niece has stolen her cousin’s cat and decided the first person to meet him would be Oliver Bearman. Max and Charles would be proud.

   “What’s your prediction, for the race?” Caleb asks him, squinting at the glaring track lights. Daniel hums, watching the paddock pass by. It was so eerily similar, but so different now. Like looking in a well, your reflection is a bit distorted.

   “Grand slam. She’ll get pole, and lead the entire time.” Caleb raises an eyebrow, a bit surprised.

   “That’s a lot.” Daniel smiles, a little crooked.

   “It’s what she’ll want. This is where everything changed.”

   Caleb looks at him for a moment. Daniel’s hair has grey and white sprinkled through it, his curls a little less uniform now, shaggier with age. He has wrinkles in the corner of his eyes, some small ones around his mouth. His hands are rough, days on the farm and motorbikes shaping them. He stands a little less tall, less world shaking.

   This version of Daniel Ricciardo wasn’t the F1 driver, the Honey Badger. This was Daniel Ricciardo, retired driver, father of Isla Ricciardo. This was Danny, the man from Perth with a knack for fixing motorbikes and a loud laugh. 

   “She did what she said she would. Grabbed the bull by the horns.”

So, open the gates, he's here to prove

He's better than his father was

And where he came from too

Open the gates he's here to ride To-hell-I-go's calf

The daddy by his side

2052 - Abu Dhabi, 

   Fireworks filled the sky as the first of the cars crossed the finish line. A blur of navy blue, white, yellow and red. Cheering from the Red Bull garage, the noise was enough to deafen everyone.

   “Isla Ricciardo, for the 10th year in a row, you are the world champion!”

   “**** yeah, that’s how you do it!”

   “Isla Ricciardo has made history, ever since her introduction to F1. First female driver in nearly 50 years, brought Adrian Newey back from retirement, won the championship in the first year and became the first Australian driver to win the championship in 55 years. Breaking Max Verstappen’s 9 championships, she has been nothing short of a miracle, made for the track.”

   “You’ve done it, sweetheart, you’ve done it again.”

   “Did it for you, dad. All for you.”

   Daniel watched his daughter grow over the past 35 years, from a baby babbling whenever she heard the sound of an engine, to a tike begging him for a kart, to a young teen racing around the F3 and F2 tracks, to getting into F1. Now, at 35, she was making history before their eyes. 

   Isla Ricciardo was an earth shaker. She was stardust and comets conformed into a girl with wild hair and a bright smile. She was all his hopes and dreams, past and present, shattered and realized, given life and a name. And Isla Ricciardo did what he never could, and did it with him by her side.

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2056 - Perth, Australia

   “Isla Ricciardo, 13 time Formula One world champion, current team principal of Red Bull Racing. Daughter of Daniel Ricciardo and Max Verstappen. First female world champion. Those are some hefty titles.” Isla smiles at the interviewer. Isaac smiles back at her. He was ecstatic, to be interviewing his cousin for such a monumental moment. They’re sitting in her office in Milton Keynes, newly appointed.

   “And mother to one Cheyenne Ricciardo-St. Luis,” she adds, hand settling on her stomach, rounded with a daughter.

   “Of course, how could we forget? Your announcement made the internet explode,” Isaac laughs, remembering the calls he got after Isla made her statement at the end of the 2055 season.

   “How are you feeling, coming into your first season as Red Bull’s team principal? There’s a lot of expectations, going forward.”

   Isla nods, thinking quietly for a moment. She takes a deep breath, eyes drifting to a picture she had hung up on the wall. It was of her, her fathers, boyfriend, and family. Isla was 18, fresh faced in her rookie year.

   “I feel ready. I’ve been in the sport since I was born. I watched empires rise and crumble, legacies made and fizzle out before they could even begin. I know what I need to do, what I should do.” Isaac nods, writing her answer down.

   “What is your plan going forward? You have a rookie and an experienced driver in Matthew Stallworth and Luciel Dawes, both which have proven to be formidable on track. You and Luciel have had some legendary fights throughout your careers, like the 2052 season.”

   “Yes, Luciel has been a wonderful opponent. She’s methodical and sharp, very observant. That’s why I wanted to sign her. And Matthew is just as good, though there’s room for him to grow. His potential is there, and we just need to make sure he has every resource for him to flourish.”

   “How are you planning to approach the car? After the passing of the late Adrian Newey in 2054, may he rest in peace, the Red Bull has begun to look like it did in 2026 and 2027, less combative.”

   Isla smiles, a little sadly. She missed Adrian, his presence something she had grown to love.

   “Adrian has been dearly missed, not just in the technical and team aspects, but as a person. But, he’s left us with a gift. When he came back to Red Bull with me, he started taking someone under his wing. Solana Abrams has been instrumental in our growth as a team, and I am confident that we’ll be able to move forward and reclaim our position.”

   “We’ve seen Miss Abrams’s skill quite a lot in Toro Rosso, with her giving them a wonderful car for the past 5 years, making them one of the top 5 teams. What is your approach going to be, for this transition? How are you going to claim that top spot back?”

   Isla gives the camera a wide smile, slightly crooked, but bright. She looks like Daniel, like he did when he was racing, with a fire in his eyes.

   “We’ll do what we always do.” Isaac smiles back, laughing a bit. He knows exactly what she means, had seen her do it his entire life.

   “And what is that?”

   “We’ll grab the bull by the horns, and open the gate.”

A/N. This was probably one of the most fun things to write ever. Thank you to comets for hyping me up, and to losargeant on TikTok for giving us the Oscar edit that inspired all of this. Zach Bryan songs and Daniel Ricciardo are forever intertwined for me.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy! Please check out my Masterlist for any of my other works!

[jacsismattswife]

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[pippfitzamobi]

updated cast list

Pippa Fitz-Amobi - Emma Myers

Ravi Singh - Zain Iqbal

Cara Ward - Asha Banks

Zach Chen - Raiko Gohara

Lauren Gibson - Yali Topol Margalith

Leanne Fitz-Amobi (pips mum) - Anna Maxwell Martin

Victor (pips dad) - Gary Beadle

Elliot Ward - Matthew Baynton

Naomi Ward - Yasmin Al-Khudhairi

Sal Singh - Rahul Pattni

Andie Bell - India Lillie Davies

Becca Bell - Carla Woodcock

Nat Da Silva - Jessica Webber

max hastings - Henry Ashton

Daniel Da Silva - Jackson Bews

Emma Hutton (Andie’s friend) - Georgia Aaron

Jake Lawrence (Sal’s friend) - Ephraim O.P. Sampson

Toby Hastings - Adam Astill

Rosie Hastings - Annabel Mullion

Stella Chapman - Mitu Panicucci

Ruby Foxcroft - Orla Hill

Dylan - Matthew Khan

Jesse Walker - Oliver Wickham

- im not 100% sure who jason bell is but i remember the photo of him and emma so vividly

[kwebtv]

The Punisher  -  Netflix   -   November 7, 2017  -  January 18, 2019

Action / Drama (26 episodes)

Running Time:  49 - 58 Minutes

Stars:

Jon Bernthal as Frank Castle / Punisher

Ebon Moss-Bachrach as David Lieberman / Micro:

Ben Barnes as Billy Russo / Jigsaw

Amber Rose Revah as Dinah Madani

Daniel Webber as Lewis Wilson

Paul Schulze as William Rawlins III

Jason R. Moore as Curtis Hoyle

Michael Nathanson as Sam Stein

Jaime Ray Newman as Sarah Lieberman

Deborah Ann Woll as Karen Page

Josh Stewart as John Pilgrim

Floriana Lima as Krista Dumont

Giorgia Whigham as Amy Bendix

Recurring

Introduced in season 1

Shohreh Aghdashloo as Farah Madani

Jordan Mahome as Isaac Lange

Kelli Barrett as Maria Castle

Aidan Pierce Brennan as Frank Castle Jr.

Nicolette Pierini as Lisa Castle

Ripley Sobo as Leo Lieberman

Kobi Frumer as Zach Lieberman

Tony Plana as Rafael "Rafi" Hernandez

Royce Johnson as Brett Mahoney

Introduced in season 2

Corbin Bernsen as Anderson Schultz

Annette O'Toole as Eliza Schultz

Jordan Dean as Jake Nelson

Samuel Gomez as José

Jimi Stanton as Tod

Brett Bartholomew as Phillip

[mattybstqrn]

𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝? - 𝐙𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 

warnings: smut, cursing, hickies, unprotected s3x

this is my first time writing smut like this.

❝𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 (𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞) 𝐬𝐞𝐱 

                                       𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝❞

Y/n Sturniolo is the older sister of the famous Sturniolo triplets.

Except she was famous before they were and moved to LA way before they did, where she decided to pursue her dreams of becoming a photographer.

She pursued her dreams and became a famous photographer; she photographed thousands of famous people, her brothers included. 

If they were famous, she had most likely taken pictures of them. For example, she took pictures of Sam and Colby, Jake Webber, Tara Yummy, The Kardashians, Selena Gomez, etc.

Some of them were for stores, merch and others but some of them were just for her Instagram.

She had also been taking pictures for movies and shows, but only part time, or she just stood around in case they needed some extra help.

Sam, Colby, Jake, Tara, Carrington etc. were all friends of hers that she met from her job, and they had been for quite some time. She had also taken some pictures for the dropout's podcast merchandise.

She had heard of Zach Justice and Jared Bailey, along with their ex-cohost Indiana Marasa. 

In fact, she had met Zach Justice and had been invited onto the podcast, since she was their photographer. 

The two really hit it off, but Zach's jokes left her flabbergasted, he had come up with them so fast, just on the spot, some of them felt as if he had just been waiting to use them for a while, they were just so weird, inappropriate, and funny. 

It was one of the reasons why she fell in love with him, and her reactions were one of the reasons that he had fell for her.

She had also become famous for uploading her amazing pictures on TikTok, twitter, etc. and for writing short stories. 

She wasn't a perfect writer, but she tried her best and people seemed to really like them. 

Y/n currently sat on the couch of her shared house, with her triplet brothers in LA. The four decided to buy a house together so they could all stay close in LA.

They combined their money and bought a huge house for the four of them. 

Y/n decided to text Zach.

Zach💖- Zach

Y/n Sturniolo - Y/n

Y/n Sturniolo Hey! *message delivered*

Y/n Sturniolo are u busy? y'know what just text me later

You look at your contact name and your kind of pissed. You and Zach have been dating for a few months now.

But you guys didn't tell anyone because you knew how overprotective your brothers were.

So, you guys decided to hide it and even though there was a heart next to him name, you did that with all of your guy friends, and you even told them that, so they didn't suspect anything.

You let out a soft sigh, you didn't want to blow up his phone, especially because you knew that he was most likely busy. 

So, you turn your phone off and watch tv for a few minutes, until you hear your phone ring. 

You pick it up to see a text from Zach.

Zach💖 I was busy but I'm not now. what's up?

Y/n Sturniolo you should come over no one's home😁

Zach💖 be there in 10! *Y/n Sturniolo hearted this message*

Y/n look down at your phone with a smile. 

Zach had been so busy recently that you rarely saw him, you heard from his almost every day, but you hadn't seen him for almost a month.

You then put your phone on the side table and turning your attention back to the tv with a smile as you waited for him to come and within 10 minutes he was here.

She jumped up from the couch when she heard the doorbell ring causing her dog, Bingo, who she's had since she was 21, to bark. 

"Bingo be quiet!" you exclaim; you open the door to reveal Zach standing there in his leather jacket and black jeans.

"See it's just Zach!" you tell your dog before engulfing Zach in a much-needed hug.

 You squeeze him into a tight hug. "I missed you," you exclaim pulling away to slap his shoulder.

"Oh, well I'm sorry that I have a life," he jokes causing you to once again slap him.

"Fuck you!" 

"Fuck me?" he questions with a teasing tone and a smirk.

"Sure," you squint at him, Zach then lifts you up, causing you to let out a yelp and wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you over to the couch with Bingo following after you.

Zach then body slams you onto the couch causing Bingo to bark, you shush him as Zach hovers over you with a small smile. 

"Where are your brothers?" he asks, "I don't know," you shrug.

"But I woke up and they were gone," you smile.

"Great soooo that means I can do this," he tells you before bringing you into a passionate kiss, you immediately kiss back smiling in the process.

Slowly dragging him down on top of you, he gently bites your lips causing you to smile once again. 

Zach then starts to take off his leather jacket, which you were fine with, but when he tried to take off his shirt you stop him.

"We can't." you tell him in a whisper, "What?" he questions confused.

"We're not allowed," you reply, "Not allowed? to have sex in your house...?" he asks trailing off in confusion.

"Not down here," you tell him with a small smile causing a huge smirk to grow across his lips. 

"Atta girl."

Zach then stands up, picks you up in the process, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist, leaving his leather jacket downstairs. 

Zach pushes your room door open not pulling away from your lips. 

He slams the door shut, before slamming your body onto your bed. 

Your lips move in sync, crashing like waves. 

The fiery feeling between your legs grew as he squeezes your hand while kissing you deeply.

You place your free hand on either side of his face as he brings your hand down gently pecking it before lifting his shirt over his head.

A smirk makes its way onto your face as you lean up to kiss him but just as you do your door slams open revealing Matt and Chris.

You jump away from him to see your brothers standing in your doorway with a disgusted look on their faces and Zach's leather jacket in hand.

Chris screams in disgust causing Bingo to start barking.

You mentally curse to yourself before asking, "What're you guys doing back home?"

"What are you two doing?" Chris asks disgust filling his tone. 

"None of your business!" you exclaim throwing a pillow at them because they ruined your moment.

"When were you gonna tell us that you two were dating?" Matt questions, raising his eyebrows.

"Uh, I don't know... never," you state with an obvious tone.

"Why not were your brothers?" Chris asks with a furious tone, "Because you act like this!" you shout in anger.

"Also, you guys are so overprotective," you add with sigh.

"Look... I don't care who you date," Matt says, "Me neither," Chris agrees with a nod, "Neither do I," Nick adds poking his head in the room causing you to smile.

"Just as long as he treats you right," Matt finishes, "Yes sir," Zach salutes causing you to roll your eyes.

"And as long as you guys don't have sex in the house," Chris adds on with a shrug, "Yeah because no one wants to hear that," Nick agrees with a tight-lipped smile.

"Get the fuck out!" you softly chuckle with an eye roll.

Nick was the first to get out, Matt following after.

"Just don't do anything, you know you're not allowed!" Chris tells you as you stand up push him out.

Snatching Zach's jacket, then slamming the door in his face with a fake smile before locking it as Chris yelled on the other side.

You then turn around to face Zach, "Were still doing it... right?" he questions, "Duh," you reply before throwing his jacket at him.

You then run over to Zach sliding across the floor to where he sat at the edge of your bed.

He pulls you into his lap bringing you into a kiss. 

You roughly kiss back as he interlocks his fingers with yours, squeezing your waist with the other.

A breathily moan leaves your lips at the tension.

You wanted him.

You needed him... 

Now. 

Right now.

You pull away and kiss down his neck leaving pink-Ish purple love bits.

 His head tilts back in pleasure giving you more room to do whatever you please.

You kiss down his neck all the way down his neck and to his collarbone, "Time to get rid of this," you mutter with a sigh referring to his shirt.

You help Zach pull his shirt off, you then kiss down his bare chest, slamming his body onto your bed with one hand before planting kisses all over his chest.

Letting your hands explore his body.

Zach moans in pleasure as you reach his pants slowly unbuttoning them, "Shh, we can't get caught," you whisper.

"Yes ma'am," he nods with a smirk.

You smile up at him gently licking your lips before sliding his pants off causing his dick to let loose.

Getting up to straddle his lap leaning down to kiss him until he roughly flipped you over, so you were under him, and he was on top.

"You just always have to be on top, don't ya?" 

"I just do it better," he smirks.

"I know," you sigh causing him to smile.

"You have too much on," he sighs, "Let's fix that," he smiles before practically tearing your clothes of and tossing them onto the floor leaving you in your underwear and bra.

"Still too much," he sighs in disappointment.

Zach then unclasped your bra and removed your underwear, "You're soaking wet, sweetheart," 

"Only for you," you state. 

"Your turn," you smile.

Zach hovers over you, quite literally on his knees for you, you slip out from underneath him and slowly remove his boxers.

You stare down at him before laying down ready for him to ruin you, but when he pauses staring down at you lean up.

"Zach. I need you." you whisper into his ear gently placing you hand on his dick.

And with that he became harder, you took matters into your own hands and began to go down on him, sucking his dick.

His moans grew louder and louder as he started coming. 

Swallowing it while glancing up at him.

Once he was done laid you down, "I'm gonna make you feel so good." he spoke before going down into your clit.

His tongue dancing inside your clit causing you to moan in pleasure.

You glance down at him before arching your back and moaning as his tongue went in as far as possible.

"Fuck," you moan, gripping the pillows beside your head.

Zach the pulls away teasing your clit with his finger before pulling away completely.

He then aligns himself up with you and then roughly entering your clit causing you to moan.

"Shh, or I'll stop."

you nod as he slowly pulls out, "Got it?" he questions, you nod once again. "I need words, baby."

"Y-yes," you stutter.

He then slowly slips his dick back into you before roughly thrusting in. Your back arches as you let out a quiet moan.

His thrusts speed up causing your moans to get louder, you reach for the nearest pillow and place it over your mouth as you start to cum.

"Fuck!" you loudly moan out into the pillow; Zach removes the pillow from your mouth wanting to hear you.

"Wait for me," he whispers, you hold yourself back waiting for him.

He leans down pressing a tender kiss to your lips, "I'm coming," he moans causing you to let go and cum with him as your eyes roll back in pleasure.

"Me too," you moan out in pleasure. 

Zach then pulls out throws himself down beside you, catching his breath as you caught yours.

You got yourself wrapped up in a blanket, glancing over at him.

Laying on his chest in silence.

"That was amazing," you breath out, "Tell me about it," he sighs with a nod before glancing down at you and wrapping you up in his arms.

"I love you," you announce with a sweet tone glancing up at him with pure love and passion.

"I love you too," he says smiling down at you and pressing a sweet and tender kiss to your forehead.

Cuddling into him and pressing a kiss to his neck.