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[wolfinakut0]

So uh, I’m in kindof a writing slump rn so I drew something instead

@ferrarifwiends inspired me to get out of my artblock and… anyways, check their art out cuz it’s absolutely gorgeous

if u happen to be interested in my art instead of terrible smut check out my ig 🤪

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Eyooo do ya take a motogp request?👀

I've been waiting for that question 😂

Please please do request something 🥺

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So yeha my finals are almost over so I can do other stuff again now 😭🤪

Any writing ideas?? Please theres only my bio final in there rn 😭 I've lost all creativity

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CHAMPAGNE AND PAPARAZZI -

Marc Márquez

friends to lovers where you run into some shower problems and have to use Marc’s

3k words

warnings: NSFW, slight choking, terribly written smut, oral (m receiving), bad Spanish, dirty talk

You had known Marc for quite some time, the both of you really close friends, there was this unspoken bond you two had. You were each others partners in crime, going along with every stupid idea the other had and getting yourselves in trouble one time or the other.

Like that time the two of you were caught, instead of being at the mandatory press conference, “borrowing” the team scooters and conducting a very serious race on track, going a whopping 30 mph top speed down the straights.

Or the time the two of you snuck out of physical training for an early morning swim at the seaside in Qatar. Wherever the two of you’d be, there’d be trouble. And the media loved it. Not only because of the constant rumours that you two had something going on, which the both of you, unbeknownst to the other, secretly wished were true, but also because of the stupid things you two’d start.

There had obviously been some tension going on between the two of you neither could deny, stolen glances across the paddock, a bit of flirting during press events or lingering touches when no one was looking. But there wasn’t anything serious going on, although you were close neither of you would admit anything or make a move. Scared you might misinterpret anything or just think too much into it. However to the others it was painfully obvious, you both had been pining for each other but were too dense to notice.

Today that wasn’t really one of your concerns though, the race day in Jerez taking up all of your concentration. You weren’t in the GP just to fuck around and cause trouble, you were there to win. You were sure the only reason you didn’t get house arrest for your ridiculous PR stunts was because you were still giving results and the press went wild over it.

The heat was almost unbearable, you tried to keep your focus on what was ahead, winning in Jerez to get ahead in the championship. Your standings were already great, but being able to get ahead and build a bit of distance would cement your position. The race was an adrenaline filled endeavour, after the riders in Moto3 were penalised to take one long lap after the other, and the Moto2 couldn’t really keep their bikes on track either, it was obvious this race needed you to be on top of your game. Being in Motogp you and the others obviously still were way ahead skill wise and their results couldn’t compare to you guys’, however with how fast you’d lose grip with this heat on the tires you still had to be careful. Lap after lap the race went good, some people going down due to a loss of grip or some cocky overtake resulting in contact between two riders and thus a crash, but that didn’t really concern you, your pace was really good so far. You were way ahead, building more distance each time you passed the finish line - This time however you weren’t all alone, a tussle between the podium so to speak, Marc and Fabio close behind. While the other two were constantly battling for dominance, you stayed focused on your line. There was no margin for error, a small mistake could cost you your standing, but despite that you kept your cool, taking each corner as precise and close as possible, no mistakes, no track limits or cocky miscalculations. The race stayed exciting till the very second you guys crossed the checkered line. “Y/n P1, P1!!”

You felt euphoric, you did it, and now it would be time to celebrate. After taking your victory lap, standing on the pegs, your country's flag loosely tied around your shoulders, you went to take the podium. You went to celebrate with your team, them patting your helmet and whatever else they could reach as the other two rolled in beside you and got off their bikes too. You felt Marc's arms sneak around you in celebration, lifting you up so you sat on his shoulder, your hands up in the air.

Now you guys were quickly hurried to the podium, Marc coming in close second to you. Your fingers still tingling from the bike's vibrations, your whole body feeling as if you were on fire. You stepped on the balcony, watching as the third and second place took their podium, finally it was your turn to step up onto the podium, walking on stage, after the other two, as you made your way to the middle step, first place. You could barely contain your excitement, looking over the equally excited crowd beneath. You were beaming as your national anthem boomed through the speakers and you knew what was to come next. Along with the Spanish summer came this incredible heat and the champagne you were about to get was just the right solution to that. Glancing to you left and right you noticed the two next to you had the top part of their leathers hanging from their hips, Marc wearing his base layer underneath - what a shame. Still, you were finally allowed to celebrate with the champagne. You popped the cork and began spraying the other two, them covering you in champagne as well, with everyone now covered in it, hair dripping and all it was a nice cool sensation.

You took the comically large bottle up to your head and decided to take a nice sip, distracted, Marc however took the opportunity to get back at you for soaking him completely, swiftly pulling open the zipper of your leathers and draining his champagne inside, you now soaked to the bone. “You asshole!” You shout-laughed and tried pushing him off of his step.

-

After your little tussle on the podium all you wanted was to get out of your leathers and take a nice, relaxing shower. Back in your Motorhome you quickly peeled yourself out of the soaked leather, already feeling 10 pounds lighter and turned on your shower. However, much to your dismay, although there seemed to at least be some water coming out if it, it was ice cold and definitely not really fit to shower in - shit. What now? Getting to the hotel to shower wasn’t really an option so you had to think of something else.

In a panic you wrapped yourself in a towel and grabbed your phone, desperately trying to reach the one guy you'd ask to use his shower. After frantically texting him you stared at your screen, your heart pounding in your chest.

You couldn’t just quickly put on something, still sticky and wet from the champagne, standing there in just a towel and Marc wouldn’t answer. What now? You had seen Marc get into his trailer earlier so you were sure he must still be in there, maybe he had his phone on silent?

“Ah fuck it” You huffed, deciding to push your luck today, his traler wasn’t too far from yours so you were sure no one would see you sneaking over to hopefully be able to take a quick shower there. Since it also wasn’t the first time you'd have snuck out you were fairly certain this would go well. Just wearing your tower you peeked outside, no one around, the coast clear, you snuck out and hurriedly rushed to his trailer, banging on his door frantically. “Marc, open up, It’s kinda urgent!”

You felt really stupid right now, standing in front of Marc’s trailer, half naked and not even sure he was actually there. But just as you were about to make the sprint back to yours, not sure what you’d do next, the door creaked open just a bit as Marc pushed his head out. His hair still wet, the dark curls sticking to his forehead as his expression changed from a worried one to an amused one, a slight red tint dusting his cheeks. “What even…?” Quickly he grabbed your wrist and pulled you inside to shut the door behind you. Now you realise why he didn’t answer. Marc was wearing about as little as you, a towel loosely wrapped around his hip and him dripping wet, did he just shower? Upon further investigation you noticed some foam still in his hair, did you interrupt his shower? “Why, for fucks sake, did you come to my trailer half naked in broad daylight? Did something happen? And did anyone see you?” He had this soft grin on his face, the one you grew to love so dearly.

Although it wasn’t the first time you’d seen him in this little clothing you still hadn’t gotten used to it. Realizing you burst into his trailer half naked, him also not really wearing anything you noticed the implications of this moment and in an embarrassed fashion you quickly covered your eyes with your hands, behaving like a teenager while your cheeks heated up, your face feeling on fire. After a moment you finally managed to speak, “I uh… my shower’s not working and uh… I was hoping I could use yours…?” Marc chuckled a bit, unholy thoughts entering his mind.

“Well I wasn’t quite done showering yet, but…” He inched closer to you, your back almost against his door as he slowly took your wrists to uncover your eyes. You stared up at him, his eyes dark with lust as he glanced at your lips, he was feeling especially bold after taking the podium next to you today. You looked up at him innocently, biting at your lower lip as Marc continued, “If you wouldn’t mind, you could join me? After all,” Your eyes never leaving him as he moved his head next to your ear, his breath tickling your skin. “I am the one responsible for soaking you like this, getting you all wet.” You were totally caught off guard, this being exactly what you had fantasised about so many nights.

As soon as Marc let go of your wrists your hands found themselves within his curls, his lips connecting with your neck you let out a soft moan. He began sucking and softly biting at your sweet spot, no doubt leaving a hickey in the process. “Mhh… You still taste of champagne.”

The Honda rider went to cup your cheek, pouring his eyes into yours as your hands began trailing down his toned body, touching the hem of his towel while the other stayed resting against his chest. His calloused hand leaving goosebumps as he slips one behind your neck and pulls you into a passionate kiss. A soft whimper leaving your lips as you hungrily kiss him back. You could feel his length pushing up against the towel as you made quick work of the tuck holding it onto his hips. Surprised by his size as it sprung flush against his abdomen, anticipating what's to come.

In the heat of passion your towel found its way to the floor as well as you were stumbling towards his bathroom, the shower still running. He made sure to never let his hands leave your skin, intoxicated by the feeling underneath his fingertips. Breaking free to catch some air your eyes lingered on him, his scarred skin still covered in some water droplets.

“After you” Marc spoke huskily, motioning you to step into the shower before him, to which you happily obliged. The moment you felt the water hit your skin felt like electricity running through your body, the smell of his body wash and champagne filling the room. Following suit he spared no time in pressing you against the wall, his hand resting next to your head as you made out again.

Marc's hand slowly trailed down your soft skin, enjoying every curve and imperfection as his fingers tenderly slid between your folds, earning a high pitched moan. You sounded even better than he imagined, a cocky grin playing on his lips. Marc slowly pushed one of his digits inside, earning another breathy moan, it drove him wild. Quickly Marc began moving his finger in and out, curling it to hit that one particular spot that made you clench around him. Soon he added another finger and sped up his movements, drawing you closer to your high.

Your nails buried themselves deep within his back, leaving red trails and a painfully pleasurable sensation. You felt your knees grow weak as your heavy legs twitch beneath you. Marc's other hand slowly gained a rough grip on your hip, keeping you from losing balance and leaving yet another mark on you. His big hands fit nicely against your small frame, his long slender fingers burning themselves into your skin.

The moment his thumb started drawing rough circles on your clit tipped you over the edge, throwing your head back in ecstasy and arching your back off the wall you came all over his fingers, riding out your high as his hand never eases the movement. His name leaving your lips again and again, desperate for him.

“Good girl” Marc grumbles against your skin, sending butterflies to your stomach. In contrast to the constant teasing between you two his praise made you feel like jelly.

Catching your breath again your eyes raked over his figure, water running down his chest with his wet stands hanging low in his face, a side of him you only dared dreaming of.

Drinking in the site your eyes began to wander downwards, beginning to sink to your knees with your hands trailing along his hip, steadying yourself with your hand against his prominent v-line. Eager to please you glance up at him, shooting him another innocent look.

A low groan left his lips as his hand tangled itself in your hair, guiding your already hungrily parted lips to his cock. In a slow fashion you proceeded to run your tongue over his head, getting to finally taste his cock earning a low moan. The bass in his voice going straight to your core. Swirling your tongue around his tip you teased him a bit.

Before you knew it, Marc uses the hand he has on your head to push his length inside your mouth fully, his patience for having you growing thin. A bit caught off guard you moan against him and push your thighs together in response to which the Spaniard threw back his head, one hand covering his face in pleasure.

You began bobbing your head in a steady manner, getting off of the pleasure you gave him. Much to your surprise you felt his grip on your hair loosen as you felt a cool sensation on your head. You stopped mid stroke, mouth still full of him, and glanced up, humming in question against him.

“I thought you came here to shower?” There it was again, that grin of his, as he held a bottle of shampoo in his hand. You chuckled lightly against his cock and resumed pleasuring him, feeling him wash your still somewhat campaign covered hair for you.

Although he began roughly thrusting his hips against you, essentially facefucking you, his hands on your head were very tender, holding you still while washing your head. You could feel him twitch in your mouth, guessing his climax must be close just as he pulled out and quickly moved you up to your feet, once again pushing you against the wall, his chest flush against yours.

His lips hungrily crash into yours as he takes ahold of your thigh and rested it against his waist, keeping your leg in a tight grip as he carefully slid his length into you. Resting your head on his shoulder, you bit down harshly in pleasure, hoping to be able to suppress your loud moans of his name.

“I want to hear your beautiful moans, mi amor” The sound of his voice alone drove you crazy. Marc kept a steady pace, his stamina as an athlete really coming in clutch.

“Estás haciendo tan buena para mi” (You are doing so good for me) You didn’t really know any spanish but something about him talking to you like that. “córrete para mí, princesa” (cum for me princess), Marc huskily growled, thrusting deeper as he rose your one leg a bit higher, bottoming out inside you.

Having no idea what he just said to you, you were in a haze, drunk on his body and the power he held over you, you didn’t care, his voice doing things to you he’d never imagined. As Marc's hand moved from next to your head to your throat you couldn’t hold yourself anymore. “Good girl, y/n” Repeatedly moaning his name as you clenched around him you came again, him still hitting that spot repeatedly as you rode out your orgasm, seeing stars.

Having you clench around him and whimper your name like that had him tip over the edge as well, cumming still buried inside you.

Both of you still out of breath and you slightly dizzy from everything that just happened found yourselves in a passionate, but his time more loving kiss. “You have no idea how long I've wanted this, wanted you…” You confessed, voice barely above a whisper against Marc's lips. “Mi amor, I’ve wanted you since I first laid eyes upon you.”

You shared a tender make out while washing each other with Marc's shower gel, leaving you smelling almost exactly like him and actually getting cleaned up like you originally planned before all this happened.

-

After grabbing some of Marc’s clothes, as you kind of forgot taking anything with you as you rushed over to his trailer in a panic you went to get some stuff from your trailer and gotten back to Marc to spend the night.

-

In the morning there was a small surprise waiting for the two of you. Originally just wanting to check your schedule for the day you saw your phone filled with messages, opening the you had gotten from your media manager first - in it was an article roughly stating what happened yesterday, as in some sneaky paparazzi shots of you standing in front of Marcs trailer in just a towel, him pulling you in dressed in about as little clothing and some of you, covered in hickeys wearing his clothes leaving his motorhome.

A/N: Second one since idk how long, kinda bad but idc. Hope you guys still like it :) Might make a second part, idk maybe fluff or angst idk - lmk if you’d like that

leave some feedback or ideas you have and enjoy

Also Marc is my fav so yeah 🥵

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JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY - Fabio Quartararo

where your rival, whom you hate, wins a race instead of you (and wins over your body in the same night)

2,9k words

warnings: NSFW, choking, hair pulling, terribly written smut, bad french, orgasm denial and some hate secks :)

Jealousy, jealousy was something you’d pride yourself on standing above, never letting it affect you, not out in the paddock, not at home or whenever you’d be out with your friends. That was until last week

-

After the race in Portugal you and the Repsol Team were celebrating the podium for your Team - second place wasn’t too bad and since the Marquez brothers took P6 and P7 you could say it was a great race for Honda overall. However instead of enjoying the night like everyone else was, you couldn’t keep your mind off of him. Fabio, that bastard who took first place, only half a second in front. It’s still been crazy - the amount of space the two of you managed to put in between the rest on track was remarkable. That didn’t stop you from feeling like you failed yourself. The two of you had been going head to head this whole season, standing next to each other on the podium more often than not. You hated his guts - and so did he. Glares from across the track and snarky remarks whenever you’d get too close were nothing out of the ordinary, and everyone knew.

Today wasn’t any different. most of the teams went to the exclusive afterparty at a nearby club and yours wasn’t any different - so along you went.

“C’mon, we don’t have all day - how can it take you so long to get ready?” asked Marc from outside your motohome. “Black or white?” was all you’d answer, still not able to decide between the rather short dresses you had sprawled out on top of your bed, the black one being much more skimpy compared to the white one. “Black - now hurry or we’ll be late!” Pleased by the option he’d picked, you quickly got dressed and stumbled outside, grabbing a team jacked on the way out for later. Marc already waiting, you two were close friends ever since you were racing for the same Moto2 Team way back when. “Lookin good” - “Not too shabby yourself” you remarked.

-

The evening went by pretty much without anything special happening. Already a bit drunk you were enjoying yourself with the rest of your team, your disappointment slipping to the very back of your head. That was until a certain someone crossed your sights. Fabio was reeking of arrogance across the entire club you thought, your expression immediately darkening as you glared daggers at the frenchman. “This fucking asshole…” You couldn’t keep your focus off of him until his dark eyes met yours, a smirk forming on his lips. “Fuck you” You mouthed at him, the music too loud and distance too great for him to actually be able to hear you. He only held up his middle finger in response. “He is so full of himself” You muttered to Marc who was standing beside you and watched the whole scene unfold in amusement. “I just think someone’s jealous~” He almost hummed, leaning in so you could hear him over the music. Your eyes never left Fabios though, who’s eyes seemed to darken with Marc being this close to you.

The two of you looked like you had something going on, you’d been told that by different people at different occasions constantly - which wasn’t true at all, although you were really close, it had always been purely platonic for the both of you and neither of you would want it otherwise. However this wasn’t as clear to Fabio, who was now staring at Marquez instead of you. If looks could kill the Spaniard would have dropped dead at that very moment. You never saw Fabio look at anyone like that, the tension between you and him had always been there and yet still, it was different than that.

While you were clearly jealous of Fabio and his skill, he seemed to be jealous of Marc right now - for a very different reason though.

Marc gripped your arm to get your attention. “We’ll get you something to drink and some fresh air or else I think this might escalate a little.” Reluctantly you turned your gaze toward Marc, nodding in defeat as you knew he was right and following him to the bar. Swiftly moving through the crowd you managed to make it to the bar without much trouble, sitting down as Marc gets you a glass of water. Fabio had lost sight of you at that point, fuming at the thought of you leaving the club to go with Marc and do god knows what.

After getting you some water Marc took you to the back of the Club, going to the outside area where you two were alone. You had grabbed your Honda jacket and thrown it on so you wouldn’t be too cold as you sat on one of the benches where Marc stood next to you. “Thanks Marc, but you can go back inside. I don’t need any supervision and you should celebrate with your brother and the team.” Marc gave you a crooked smile and sighed, “Don’t do anything stupid, okay? Can’t have you causing trouble over your hurt ego.” You were a bit taken aback but nodded slowly. Although you never admitted you ever were jealous you did have to admit you’d sometimes act a bit impulsive. He was right though and you knew it. “I just need a minute to myself, I won’t cause any trouble, okay?” You assured him to which he sighed again and gave you his stupid smile, the one you grew to know so well. After that Marc went back inside. And left you to your thoughts.

Fabio noticed Marc coming inside again but no sign of you anywhere, his jealousy getting the better of him he excused himself and went to look for you out back. No matter how much he loved seeing you angry, knowing he beat you to first yet again, he also needed to know he was the one you’d be getting yourself all worked up over.

Stepping outside the building the cold air hit his skin in a soft breeze as his eyes were searching for yours. “Oh what I’d do to that bastards face if he looks at me again with that fucking grin…” You muttered to yourself as your eyes suddenly met his again, perplexed and caught off guard your words trailed off into silence. Fabio, just as surprised to find you as you were to suddenly see him. “What would you do y/n?” His snarky grin creeping onto his face again. That grin that you hated so much, a look of superiority and pride. Quickly back to your usual confidence you got up and snapped back at him. “Maybe a crooked nose to fit that stupid smile?” Were you implying breaking his nose? Wouldn’t be the first nose you’d have broken, however physical violence was never something between you two, or anything you’d do in general nowadays. Besides you were much smaller - it must’ve been the alcohol talking, or just you feeling a bit too cocky. Fabio just let out a dry laugh. “Big words for someone your size” Fabio stepping closer to you, you felt your confidence falter, his frame towering over yours. It wasn’t the first time he’d been this close to you, just hours prior he stood next to you on the podium, celebrating his win - this time was different though. You felt your breath hitch, this time you two were alone, no loud crowd, no cameras, yet you still felt more adrenaline pumping through your veins than back there.

You felt your cheeks heat up as his eyes pinned yours in a piercing stare, you couldn’t read his face. Frustration, anger… maybe, but this smug expression, you couldn’t really put your finger on it. You took a few steps back to which he followed suit, until you felt a cool wall hit your back. The space behind the club wasn’t really spacious and seemed more like a partially walled in balcony. “Impasse, princesse” (dead end, princess). He had backed you against a wall, how cliché. “Fuck y-“ You wouldn’t back down now, even though you felt your heartbeat quicken against his chest. You put your hands against his chest in protest butFabio interrupted you by placing a hand over your mouth, causing your cheeks to heat up even more, you couldn’t deny it - your body was enjoying what was happening - but you couldn’t let yourself down like that. He basically was your mortal enemy, yet you seemed to betray yourself. He was looking down at you in this somewhat compromising position as his smile grew wider. He also seemed to notice you weren’t protesting his actions but rather enjoying them, deciding to test the waters. He slowly lowered his head into the crook of your neck, trailing his lips over your soft skin. You let out a soft whimper as a response, getting goosebumps all over. Fabio began sucking at your sensitive spot, definitely leaving a hickey in the process. You let out another soft moan, the sound music to his ears. You tried squeezing your legs shut as he grinned against your skin and moved his knee between your thighs.

Prying his hand from your mouth you managed to get him to look back at you. “I hate you Quartararo” you remarked before catching him off guard and closing the gap between your two faces and crashing your lips against his. This was wrong, so wrong, but that didn’t matter right now. Fabio quickly returning the kiss, his large hands eagerly finding their way around your waist. You felt hot and cold both at the same time, not really sure what was happening right now, the man you despised getting to touch you like that - but right now you couldn’t care less. Your hands quickly found themselves tangled in his hair as you felt one of his moving down your side. Fabios fingertips slowly moved underneath the skirt of your dress, dangerously close to your inner thigh. You could feel yourself growing needy for his touch as he broke off your passionate, yet somehow hate filled kiss. “Use your words princesse.” You couldn’t let him win again, and he knew just how stubborn you were, but you were growing desperate. “Fuck you, Quartararo” You spat, slowly and clearly. He chuckled in amusement, “Hm, how about we put that dirty mouth of use differently then, maybe you’ll know how to behave then?” Fabio slowly unbuckled his belt, his eyes never leaving yours. You knew what he wanted, not sure if you were gonna give him the satisfaction he was hoping to get, but you couldn’t deny your curiosity. He undid his zipper and tugged down his pants just enough for his already hard cock to spring from its clothed prison. Fabio grabbed your face in his hand and tilted it up a bit further, “Suck it, princesse.” His sudden harsh tone made you forget all the pride you held so high, slowly dropping to your knees. Normally you’d never let this man tell you what to do but right now was different. Your soft hands trailing over his body all the way down until they were at his hips and you on your knees. The floor felt cold beneath you but you didn’t pay any mind to it. Your eyes darted back up to his in an innocent look, it drove him crazy but he couldn’t let that show. Slowly you began to drag your tongue up his shaft to his tip, he let out a low groan as his hand found itself in your hair. Slowly you took his length inside your mouth, making sure to swirl your tongue around his tip. A low moan escaped his lips, “just like that princesse”

You felt a sense of power over him, having him respond to you the way he does, even if it was you sucking his cock. You began bobbing your head whis him hitting the back of your throat again and again. Although the idea of you covering your face in his cum didn’t sound too bad to Fabio he had other plans. Pulling you off of his cock by your hair and up on your feet again. He pushed you against the wall again, his head directly next to your ear now. “So that mouth of yours does have some use. Now - “ he slid his hand underneath your skirt again and the other around your throat. “Where were we?” He slowly moved his fingers over the thin lace covering your entrance, which had you whimpering his name quietly. “What was that?” That stupid grin again, how much you hated it, but against your better judgement you needed him to touch you. “Fabio please…” Him being as cocky as always he brushed his fingers over the fabric again, “Please what? I told you - use your words princesse” You sighed, growing impatient, “Please touch me… I need you to touch me, Fabio.”

That was all it took him to slide his fingers past the thin fabric and start rubbing slow circles on your clit. You squirmed from the sudden sensation but needing more of him you bucked your hips against his hand, hoping for more contact. “So needy, and already so wet for me. I thought you hated my guts?” Fabio was forcing your head up again to meet his intense stare, through gritted teeth you hissed back , “I do, I re-“ Interrupted by him once again you moaned out in surprise, however this time by him gliding in a finger and without hesitation starting to move in and out of you. Your face, to his amusement, was burning up as you went to grab the arm that was choking you, not trying to move it though. You bit your lip to try and quiet down, much to his dismay. Your legs were already shaking slightly but you didn’t want to give away just how much you were enjoying him touching you. Fabio however loved the power he held over you. Now and whenever he was ahead in a race. “Don’t go quiet on me now, princesse. I want to hear how good I make you feel,” Fabio adding another finger making you moan for him again. “Better” he remarked. Picking up the pace he began to curl his fingers and rub circles on your clit with his thumb. The restricted airflow and his hands working their magic had you growing close, feeling that familiar knot build, you were clenching around his finger when he suddenly stopped, ruining your orgasm for you. “You asshole.” Was all you could muster to say before once again being shut up by him. “Turn around, right fucking now” His dominant tone turning you on way more than it should. Needy for any form of release you followed his request, this time without giving him any attitude. “And this, “ He tugged on your Honda Repsol jacket, “Take that fucking thing off, I can’t stand it” Almost pulling your jacket off of you himself Fabio made quick work of the fabric, tossing it over to the bench. You felt a bit embarrassed, You were about to get fucked by your nemesis, letting him have complete power over you, but you couldn’t care less right now.

Fabio moved your thong aside and shoved the skirt of your dress up your back, aligning himself with your entrance. His one hand was holding your hip as he slowly thrusts his cock inside of you, still giving you time to adjust to his size. You let out a soft moan as you tried to hold yourself up against the wall. “Fuck y/n, you feel so good.” he starts to move in and out of you, deep strokes in a fast pace had you on edge again quickly, his thumb had found his way to your clit once again, still sensitive from before, you couldn’t hold yourself together. Fabio was pounding away, hitting all the right spots making you see stars. His grip around your neck tightened as he started biting down on the skin of your shoulder, leaving marks to match the ones on your neck. He was on a power trip and you could tell, but that didn’t stop you from coming undone in his cock with him groaning your name. Seeing you lose all sense of self for him was enough to tip him over the edge too, leaving both of you a panting, shaky mess. Him inside of you wasn’t really a worry since you were on the pill anyway, sp now the only problem was that you just fucked the guy you hated.

Quickly trying to fix your appearance as he was putting his pants back you grabbed a hold of his shirt, pulling him closer to your face. “I still hate you.” - “Oh so do I princesse, “ He answered with that smug grin, just as you two were interrupted by somebody opening the door. You just now realizes anyone could’ve walked in (out?) on you anytime, shit. You both looking at who was standing outside now. Alex, Marc's younger brother, looked at you concerned as you quickly let go of Fabios shirt. Fabio takes a few steps back as you shot him a short glare and walked to Alex, grabbing your jacket off of the bench. Certain Alex doesn’t know what went down just a few seconds ago you threw him an innocent smile. “Looking for me? Told Marc I needed a minute, no trouble caused.” Alex just relieved to find you in one piece and pretty tipsy himself went back inside with you.

A/N: Been some time since I’ve written anything let alone smut. Buuuut, some people have been inspiring me to start again so please excuse this badly written thing. Anyhooo thanks for reading if you’ve made it this far :D (also excuse any mistakes I wrote this at 2 am on an exam night so be grateful )