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tommydarlings · 5 months

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fighting lessons | c.l

pairing: dom!charles x sub!reader

warnings: smut, dacryphilia, overstimulation

w/c: 1.2k

summary: your brother was convinced that you need someone to teach you some basic self defense techniques — so he chose his best friend to teach you some…things.

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It was stupid in your opinion but your brother was convinced that you should learn how to defend yourself. You understood the worries that he had since you’re his sister, a young girl in nowadays disgusting men’s world, but it still sucked in your opinion.

“Just so you know, I won’t go easy on you,” he said with a tiny grin, making you tone your eyes before you put your arms up into the typical fighting position.

“Is that the best you can do, little one?” He teased you once again with that nickname as he dodged once again another punch from you, looking down at you with slick smirk.

You huffed, hitting his boxing gloves covered palm again before you gulped and stared up at him with narrowing eyes, basically telling him to shut the fuck up.

Charles laughed at your facial expression, “Say it,” he whispered and nodded along his own words, “c'mon, say it,” he lowered his arms,

“I know you want to, don’t be so shy now,” the monaguesque told you, making you slowly shake your head,

“Let’s just continue charles, c‘mon,” you sighed before you raised your fist and hit him right in the shoulder, forcing his body to stumble a tiny bit backwards. You really tried to bite back your grin but it was no use, he already caught you wickedly grinning up at him.

Charles bit his inner cheek as you covered your mouth to hide the wide grin covering your face now, but he didn’t really look happy as you giggled like a little girl.

“What?” You said as you looked up at him, “I did what you wanted me to do! I hit you!” You laughed with a grin, knowing he didn’t expect it at all.

Your brothers best friend licked his lips, brushing his hand through his rather messy hair, “Try again,” he said in a quite and deep tone, surprising you.

You stopped laughing, “what? Are you sure?”

Charles only nodded before you briefly shrugged and hit him again… or at least you tried to, only that this time he actually — obviously — expected it and quickly caught your fist, turning your entire body swiftly around and pressing his chest forcefully against your back without saying a single word.

“Told you that I won’t go easy on you,” Charles muttered into your ear from behind, lips almost touching your temple as he secured your arms over your chest so you weren’t able to move them, trapping you between his muscular arms and grey compression shirt.

Charles cleared his throat as he felt your ass rubbing against his crotch area, briefly squeezing his eyes shut and furrowing his brows in pleasure before he spoke up, “You do know that you need to do better if you really want to be able to defend yourself in the future, right?” The monaguesque mumbled from behind.

You briefly closed your eyes as well and took a deep breath as you felt his bulge through your pants, “I know,” you admitted in a hush tone, slightly turning your head to the side so that Charles was able to get even better access to your neck.

You heard Charles chuckle for a few seconds before you gasped, suddenly feeling his lips kissing their way from your behind your ear down to your shoulder blade, palms squeezing your arms.

“Good,” Charles replied in a deep and raspy tone, lips still dancing along your hot skin as you dropped the back of your head against his chest, getting lost in the pleasure that he was making you feel.

You gasped, gulping another whine that wanted to escape down before you put your visibly smaller onto his biceps, lightly squeezing it, “Charles, w-we shouldn’t… you know, my brother-”

But your brothers best friend quickly shut you up by putting his hands down your pants, fingertips already teasingly playing with your clit as you stumbled over your words.

“Oh god, c-charles,” you cried out as he circled your clit, lips softly touching the skin behind your ear now, there and then gently biting your earlobe with a deep breaths,

“Yes mon amour?” He replied in a cocky tone, probably smirking behind you as his other arm tightened around you trapped body, making it literally completely unable to move away from him.

You dropped your head forwards, brows furrowed before you heard him groan into the back of your neck, forehead dropping onto your shoulder as you slowly rubbed your ass against his now very visible boner, biting your lip as you noticed how his breathing got more uneven because of it.

“You — oh my god,” you whined in a high pitched tone as he dipped his middle finger into your wet pussy, collecting some of your juice before he went back to rubbing your clit, “you like that?” You quickly gasped before you whined again.

Charles deeply chuckled behind you, groaning and biting his lip before he switched to biting your shoulder, groaning and moaning into your heated skin as you continued rubbing yourself against him, gulping as you felt how big he actually is.

“Fucking hell, y/n baby,” he gulped, making you smirk before you threw your head back, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you felt yourself coming closer and closer to your release, “The t-things I wanna do t-to you right now, shit,” he gasped, “you don’t even wanna know,” he chuckled again, making you cry out.

“I think I-I do actually,” you nodded with a smirk, rubbing clenching pussy against his fingers now as well, feeling your orgasm already building up, “tell me, god charles… please for the l-love of god…tell me,” you whined pathetically.

Charles only raised his head and kissed the sweet spot behind your ear, “You wouldn’t even u-understand a thing, mon amour,” his fingers sped up, making you see literal stars, “you’re to pure for that, aren’t you? Am I right?” He nodded along his words as he said them in a raspy tone, “way to pure and innocent, that’s what you are baby, that’s exactly what you fucking are,” he mumbled.

You felt like you were levitating, like you saw stars, like it was just you and him on this planet right now, nobody else. You bit your lip before you couldn’t hold it back anymore, trembling legs breaking down as you furrowed your brows and came all over his fingers, forcing him to go down with you as your knees hit the floor.

“I got you, don’t worry mon amour,” Charles kissed the top of your head as his fingers till continued rubbing your sensitive clit, making tears shot into your eyes due the overstimulation you were feeling,

“let it all go, baby… don’t hold anything back, want it all c'mon,” he continued as your whines got louder since he still wasn’t stopping.

“C-Charles!” You loudly spoke up, palm slowly reaching forward to stop his moving hand by grabbing his wrist but his hand wouldn’t stop for a second, he just ignored your weak grip on his wrist and continued smiling like in a mean and teasing way behind you,

“I know it feels good, little one, don’t even try to deny it,” he whispered into your ear from behind as you were so close to actually screaming from the overstimulation, your legs shaking like they have never before, “why don’t you be a good little girl for me and put your hand away, yeah?”

You gasped and cried as charles continued talking to you, ordering you to do something but at the same time calming you down whilst you gently removed your palm from his wrist, placing it back onto the floor to gain balance.

Charles chuckled behind you, “that’s my good girl.”

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deruimy · 1 month

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come to meet F1 family tree

my inspired from twitter hahahaha

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yyenky · 1 month

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"We went to a McDonald's in London because Adriane (Ayrton's girlfriend) was suddenly craving a burger from there, so we got into the restaurant and went to the cashier, the cashier looked at me and said 'I know this guy who is with you, he is famous, right?' 'Do you know him?' I asked. He thought for a while and said. 'Oh! He is a F1 driver, right?' And Ayrton was with that look on his face like I'm being recognized, he loved it, but he pretended he didn't like it. Then the guy says 'Yeah, he won the Monaco Grand Prix, he is Alain Prost!' I almost died laughing, Ayrton's face was absolutely white, I didn't know whether to laugh, cry or tell Ayrton not to kill the guy. But thank God he was with good humor since he won the Monaco Grand Prix so he didn't do anything but he left the place all grumpy. 'Wow, I won six times in Monaco, a difficult race, and the guy calls me Alain Prost…' It was the funniest thing."

Betise Assumpção, former advisor of Ayrton Senna.

#ayrton senna #alain prost #f1 #formula 1 #classic f1 #txt

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dreamer-classics · 4 months

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Ferrari 355 F1 Berlinetta

by woyshnis.media via instagram

#car #cars #classic #classic cars #old #old cars #vintage #vintage cars #dreamer garage #italian #italian cars #ferrari #355 #f1 #berlinetta

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christiangeistdorfer · 4 months

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DAVID COULTHARD giving flowers to his teammate MIKA HÄKKINEN to apologise for running into him at the 1999 AUSTRIAN GRAND PRIX.

#oh boy this is funny!!! this is humour baby!!!#i think this should be mandatory from now on. just give some flowers to apologise!#mika hakkinen #mika häkkinen #david coulthard #formula 1 #f1 #classic f1

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dreamer-garage · 6 months

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McLaren F1

by henryjmw via instagram

#cars #super cars #citeam #dg #dreamer garage #british cars #classic #Classic cars #McLaren #f1 #vintage #vintage cars #old #old cars

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didierpironi · 3 months

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I wish I could make it more than a minute, but the audio length says no

#my edits #part 2 incoming (?)#classic f1 #alain prost #gilles villeneuve #ayrton senna #elio de angelis #nigel mansell #riccardo patrese #keke rosberg

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norrisleclercf1 · 11 months

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Forbidden

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x FIA!Reader

Rating: R

Warnings: major age gap, fia, SMUT, angst, fluff, jealous/possessive Daniel, Daniel sabotages your potential relationships, p in v, wrap before you tap, dirty talk, slight breeding kink, fingering, oral (f receiving), etc.

Requested: Yes/No

Requests: One & Two

Words: 3.4 K

A/N: I’ve been feed with this, now to rot your brain with it! Also I couldn't do both endings since they were both different, so I mixed them as best I could.

Working with the FIA and dating a driver secretly would never work. To you, you never questioned your love for Daniel. He made you see stars, treated you like a queen, and never made you feel ashamed of your job or age.

Having been together for 2 years, it was filled with secret kisses, touches, and stolen looks. It was hard to not be out in the open, especially when sometimes you fell used. The horrible pit in your stomach would hit you when you woke after your nights together, and he wouldn't be there. Not a note, nothing. He disappears before you wake.

He left a trail of hurt and disgust in his storm, trying to figure out if this was between you two was love or the imagination of love. Trapped in the shadows of sneaking around. A flurry of adrenaline and bad choices. You'd always say it would be the last time, but tattooed hands and intoxicating kisses pull you back in every time. It was a merry-go-round of disgust and ecstasy you couldn't escape.

"Enough." You whimper, skin bruised, lips raw from how he pulled you apart. Piece by piece, he broke your surface more and more. "Why?" He groans, biting your neck, causing you to whimper in pain, pulling his attention. "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" He whispers because, god forbid, someone heard the two of you in the privacy of your hotel room.

"Just.....just." Biting your lip, you hiss at the burn. "Stay with me?" It was a soft plead, not even something he could ignore. Daniel smirks, leaning in to kiss you again. Hands block his attempt as he stares at you, annoyed. "No, not like this, Daniel. Lay with me. For the night. No sex." Daniel's eyes soften, seeing the raw emotions all over your face, and he drops his head.

Daniel knew what had been happening wasn't right, not you. You turned into a form of escape, a dreamlike place that never asked for much. At that time, he forgot how young you are compared to him. How this relationship is viewed through naive eyes. "Y/n," He stops, throat tight as he watches your eyes grow wide with hope. Hope he'd love you the way you deserve.

"Let's just sleep." A breathtaking smile graces your lips, setting his heart pounding in his chest, trying to ignore the voice in his head. "Okay, Danny." The first night in almost two years, Daniel stayed the whole night. For the first and last time.

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The change in your dynamic was noticeable to everyone. You were magnetic, pulling everyone in when they were trying to claw their way free. That smile was a drug. Everyone craved to see it more and more as they got to know you. "What's going on with you and Daniel?" Looking up, you smile shyly at Max.

He was always welcoming to you and had always thought of you as beautiful. Standing up, you push strands of hair out of your face. "No idea what you mean, Max. We're friends." Saying that tale's old sentence wasn't fooling anyone. They could see you choking on glass every time you told that excuse. "Sure. If you're just friends, you'll go on a date with me then?" Leaning on the railing placed between you two, you freeze.

Unable to stop the pull, you cast your eyes sideways to Daniel. There he was, watching this unravel. Any other boyfriend would stomp up the stairs and punch Max for asking their girl out, but Daniel wasn't yours. "Can I think about it? I do work for the FIA, Max." You try to reason with him, but the Dutch driver just smiles. "So? I don't care who you are. I wouldn't hide you in the shadows like a coward." Wincing at how he practically screamed the last sentence. "Later." Leaning forward, he kisses your cheek, saunters, and waves at Daniel.

Turning, you see Daniel staring at you, but he just smiles his bright smile and walks past you. You were just another chess piece to his board.

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"You're avoiding me?" Daniel freezes, thinking you're sound asleep. You'd gotten into the habit of waking when he would leave your bed, long before the sun would even rise. "No. I'm here, aren't I?" He asks, slightly turning to see the back of your head.

"You're body is here, Daniel, not you. Never you." Throwing the covers back, you float to the bathroom and throw the light on. Illuminating the bedroom. With glances, you see he was tying his shoes when you woke; it makes you choke. "The hell is that supposed to mean Y/n? I love you." He whispers and yells, and that has you grab a bottle and throw it.

"Why the FUCK are you whispering, Daniel! We're in my apartment, not some hotel room. Though you'd prefer if it was a hotel room, hm? That way, you could forget this is a relationship, not some hookup!" You scream.

"Stop screaming! Do you want people to find out?" He seethes, and a dry laugh shakes your body. "You haven't touched me in almost 3 months, Danny." Daniel dares to flinch at those words. "I've been busy." He leans back over his knees and ties his boots before standing up and grabbing his shirt on the lounge chair. "No, you haven't been.

Ever since Max asked me out, you've changed. No, wait. I take that back. You changed after you slept beside me. Daniel, you can only fuck me can't you?" Daniel doesn't look you in the eye, afraid you'd see the truth in his eyes. But you saw the truth long ago.

"Get out." Two words. Who knew that two words could cut so deep. "What?" Turning, you hold your bathroom door. "Get out. You were leaving already. Well, this time, it's permanent. You were never serious about me. I was a stupid, naive girl for falling for you. For falling in love. Get out, and don't come back." Slamming the bathroom door, Daniel hears the soft click.

The echo of his footsteps and the front door's click breaks you. Sliding down the door, you cover your mouth as soft sobs rattle your body.

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"Stop!" You laugh getting shot by water guns in the blazing heat of Saudi Arabia. "Never!" Max yells, blasting you with the freezing water again. Running away, the people move and laugh as they watch the poor FIA employee run around the paddock avoiding the 2 drivers chasing her.

"Gotcha!" You scream as Lando sprays you with water. Having followed you with his high pitch laughter, you can't help but join in. "Max!" You laugh, feeling arms wrap around your waist, lifting you off the ground before setting you back down. "Cold." Shivering, Max gets the idea of handing the 2nd water gun to Lando and pulls you into his chest, hoping you warm up.

"Better?" You nod, feeling your face burn, unable to control yourself as you bury closer in his chest. "What's happening here?" Muscle snap tight at the familiar Aussie accent. "Hey mate, we're playing around," Max smirks, turning you two around and coming face to face with Daniel.

His sunny smile slips, seeing it was you in Max's hold, not some random girl. "Don't you have work?" Daniel's voice has some bite to it, making Max frown. "Hey, Y/n is fine. Damn Daniel, what's been up your ass lately?" Max asks, his grip loosening on you.

"I'm sure you've got work to do. Besides, does your boyfriend know you're cozying up to some other guy?" Max's arms fall away quickly, and he steps back, clearing his throat. "Well, Lando and I have some media obligations to handle anyway. See you later, Y/n." Grabbing Lando, the Mclaren driver grumbles about not having any media stuff for the day. "Shut it, yes we do." Max hisses, tugging the driver away. Leaving you and Daniel.

"I don't have a boyfriend." You state, glaring at Daniel, who looks down at you before turning around and walking away. "Yeah, walk away. That's all you're good at." How he heard you, you have no idea. Suddenly he's in front of you and pressing you against something. "What'd you say?" His voice was soft, but those eyes betrayed him. He was furious. Normally he'd bend you over and show you who you belonged to. But he can't do that anymore.

"Danny, let me go." It was a soft plead, trying to calm him down. "Go do some work." Pushing off you, he walks away, blending into the crowd. Stepping out, you stare into the public and turn, heading to the FIA hospitality, trying to remove Daniel from your head.

Storming into his driver's room, Daniel throws his water bottle, watching it explode everywhere. "Why'd I fucking do that? I don't care who she's with now!" He grumbles, staring at the water leaking out onto the floor. Cursing, he grabs a couple of towels and tries to clean up the mess, trying to think of why he did what he did.

Seeing you in Max's arms just set his blood on fire, the fact that someone else could hold his girl, and get that smile on your face, pissed him off. He couldn't touch you anymore. Every time he did, he wanted to fuck you right then, and there, people around be damned. He stops and stares at the floor. He could've handled everything better; he was scared.

Rumors had started to spread that a female FIA employee was sleeping with one of the drivers and, at that one, the older ones. He heard the whispers of how she got her job that way, how she was probably a whore who didn't know anything about racing and was using the driver. When it reached Daniel that your name and his were thrown into the mix, he panicked.

Started to distance himself from you. He'll admit that he never did spend the night at your place, too afraid that cameras were following him and they'd catch you two together. Daniel was just protecting you. He couldn't bear to lose you, but in the end, what he thought was protecting you was pushing you away. Fuck, he could never fix this.

He picks up the water bottle and finishes cleaning up; walking out of his room, he sees Max approaching him. He can't help the following words out of his mouth. "Stop flirting with Y/n. She's young and doesn't know what's fun or serious. So leave her alone." Starring Max down, the young driver nods as Daniel stalks away, leaving Max confused.

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"Open this fucking door, Daniel!" Startling awake, Daniel turns his head to his hotel door, hearing someone banging and cursing him. "The fuck." Throwing open the door, he's meeting with you. Dressed up.

God was trying to kill Daniel, wasn't he? Here you stood, dark makeup, hair was done in the style he likes, a ponytail perfect for wrapping his hand around. Dress black and revealing, showing off every inch of your body. Heels, fuck, he loved you in heels. It showed off those legs, legs he loves to have wrapped around his head.

"Y/n? What the hell are you doing? Someone could hear you!" Daniel hissed, wrapping one hand around your arm and dragging you into his hotel room. The race was long over, and some people had already flown to Australia, but he needed a night to gather. That clearly wasn't happening.

"How dare you tell Max I'm childish and don't know the difference between fun and serious! You bastard! How could you do this to me? Telling him to leave me alone? Fucking Christ, Daniel, I'm not your girlfriend anymore. Actually, I never was!" Pulling away, you head to the door, ready to leave, but it's slammed shut, and you're shoved against it. "You were mine." He growls.

Daniel was pissed; he's tired, angry, and sad. And here you are, cursing him for protecting you. "You'll always be mine." His hand trails up your neck and into your ponytail. Wrapping it around his fist, he yanks your head back, pulling a delicate whimper past those red-painted lips. "No, I'm not." Your body betrays you.

Leaning into his touch, Daniel and you stare at each other, almost begging for someone to make the first move. He breaks first. Pulling your hair, his other hand wraps around your leg and lifts you up. Your legs wrap around his waist, moaning when you feel his cock against you. "Kiss me." You whimper. Daniel presses you against the door and devours your mouth.

A soft groan passes through his lips as your tongues clash against one another, fighting for dominance. Pulling away, Daniel attacks your neck, littering it with bites and faint lipstick marks, his lips mirroring your own now. He looks up and freezes, meeting your eyes, realizing what he is doing. Everything he thought about, the rumors, media, people, your job, his own job, fuck, this was wrong.

"No." Sitting you down and backing up, leaving you whimpering and shocked. "What? Daniel, please." Reaching out for him, he backs further into his room, leaving you cold and abandoned. "No, leave Y/n. This isn't right." You reach back, still facing Daniel as you open the door. You back up and close the door, running away.

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"Good luck." Your voice causes Daniel to jump and turn, seeing you dressed in a classy black dress, something flowy to help beat the Australian heat but still within your FIA uniform. "Thanks, I'm P3. Maybe could get a win." He chuckles, trying to cut the tension. Whether it was sexual or anger, he couldn't tell the difference.

"Yep." Walking away, he sees you smile at the other drivers, even flirting with some drivers as you walk down the track. An alarm sounds, letting people know it is time to get off the track for the race to start.

Daniel climbs into his car, takes a deep breath, and closes his eyes.

"He is the pride of Australia. We thought he was gone forever, but Daniel Ricciardo has proven it yet again! Why he is the WINNER OF THE 2023 AUSTRALIAN GRAND PRIX! HE'S DONE IT! OH MY GOD!"

The crowd roars, chants, drinks, and everything is utter chaos as all the cars rush past the finish line. People are storming the track, heading to the podium. You watch the crowd, running away from the chaos; you seek quiet, trying to ignore your craving to be next to Daniel.

Lucky for you, being high enough in the FIA, you can have a private room to be alone. Unlucky for you, walking into the space, you're met with the Aussie himself. "Daniel? You're supposed to be at the podium. What the hell are you doing?" You snap, knowing you'll get an ear full from the media about the race winner not being at the podium.

"Claiming my real prize." Unable to react, you crashed into each other and hurried hands pull and tug at each other's clothes and hair. "Danny, fuck." Whimpers pass your lips as Daniel bends down and lifts you up, his hands grabbing handfuls of your ass as he walks you over to your small couch.

Biting your lip, he pulls away and stares up at you. "Shit, you're gorgeous. And mine." Daniel growls and sits you down before tugging down his race suit, smirking, as you watch, dazed, reeling from how intoxicating he is. "Now, you're going to do what I say. I will lay half off this couch, and you, Y/n, will sit on my fucking face. And I don't mean half-ass sitting. I want to fucking suffocate while you ride my face and use my nose to get the perfect little clit off. Do you understand me?" Knees buckling, you reach under your dress and pull down your white lace panties.

"Such a good girl." Daniel praises, causing it to stroke your heart and the walls around you. "Come here." Daniel positions himself half off the couch; curling his fingers, he beckons you over to him. Walking over, you straddle his waist, hesitant to do this. "Kitten, come on, be good for me." Daniel praises, almost in a taunting manner.

Daniel moves quickly when you don't move at first and yanks you forward by the back of your thighs, having you land on his face. With a moan, you feel Daniel smirk against you, but soon you ball the couch fabric in your hand as Daniel takes a curious lick of your pussy. "Fuck, Danny." It'd been so long since you've been touched like this. Toes curling, you slack against him, finally resting your weight on him.

"That's right, kitten, just like that." The vibrations of his talking make you giggle, causing your hips to rock forward. And just like he said, his nose hits your clit perfectly. "Danny." His hands move from your thigh to your ass, spreading you as he palms you. His tongue curls and starts to do the alphabet, a trick he learned, his record was J, but today he was going to beat that.

With you rocking your hips, you move back and forth, holding the couch tightly, back arched forward. You gasp when Daniel does G and curls it off by spreading you with his tongue. "Fuck, right there." You moan and speed up your rhythm, riding his face like his cock. When Daniel moves his tongue in the form of H, you moan loudly, almost a squeal, as you shake.

"Danny!" You scream, riding out your orgasm, slowing your pace. Daniel helps you and lays you on the couch as he catches his breath, lips shiny with your slick. "New record." You giggle, which has Daniel smirk, and turn you over onto your stomach. "Yeah? Ready for round 2?" He asks, flipping your dress up.

Shoves two fingers in his mouth, there is no need to wet them, but he wants to mix him and you together as he reaches down and runs the fingers up and down your sensitive pussy. "So damn perfect, and mine. Are you mine, hm? My real trophy?" He asks, making you moan and rock backward, meeting his fingers. They slowly enter and spread you open before moving up and down and then curling inside you, causing you to drop your head, and muffling your moan.

"Fuck me, Danny, please, I can't. I need you!" You cry, which has Daniel shake his head and smack your ass. "Fuck...." You whimper but gasp when you feel Daniel's cock slowly tease you. He rubs his cock up and down before slamming into you.

Reaching around, he covers your mouth, smothering the scream as you adjust to his size. He doesn't wait, though, as he pulls all the way out and slams back into you. Groaning, his free hand wraps your hair and pulls you back, arching into him. "So fucking tight, wrapping around my cock like you are made for me. Are you made for me, kitten? Your pussy made for cock?" He groans. All you can do is nod your head, opening your mouth, you twirl your tongue over his fingers.

He shoves them into your mouth, making you choke on them, but you don't mind sucking on them. He keeps the same depth moving faster, hitting every nerve inside you. "Fuck, close." He groans and lays down on top of you, his thrusts short and fast, pulling his fingers out. They reach down and start to rub your clit. Loud moans fill the air with the sound of skin slapping skin.

"Come in me, make me yours. Fuck, please, please." You beg as Daniel grunts in your ear, moving faster. "Pump you full, I will, baby. Show everyone you're mine. Yeah? Yeah?" He moans as you scream, burying your head on the couch as you come again. Daniel's thrusts falter as he freezes and comes inside you.

Arms tightening around your waist, you whimper, feeling sticky and exhausted but so damn good at the same time. "I'm sorry." He whispers, pulling out of you, and you giggle.

"Don't think because you won, we're suddenly together again. I will need a lot...and I mean many orgasms as an apology." Wrapping your arms around his neck, Daniel laughs. "That I can do." He nips your lips, making you laugh as his hand gently enters you.

"Guess I need to start now." Pulling moans out of you, good thing you locked your door.

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sassy-classy-fangirl · 21 days

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I would personally leave my husband if this man knocked at my door 🥵

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flatoutin-eaurouge · 8 months

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An impatient little Nico Rosberg with Keke Rosberg, during ITC GP2 in Helsinki, 1995.

#look at this OMG #so cute #nico rosberg #keke rosberg #classic f1 #f1 #formula one #formula 1

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tommydarlings · 1 month

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pretty mess | c.s

pairing: mean!dom!carlos x sub!reader

warnings: smut, overstimulation, dacryphilia

w/c: 0.6k

summary: carlos loves overstimulating you while you cry and beg for him.

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You were so far gone already as you threw your head back and moaned, palms fisting the bedsheets beneath your sweating body as your entire body shook with pleasure and also a bit of pain.

Carlos buried his face into the crook of your neck, letting his nose run along your skin as he chuckled into your neck, “C‘mon, do it again cariño, cum for me again, know you can,” he nodded before he bit your neck, letting his tongue glide over the spot he just bit.

You groaned, fisting his dark hair with your other hand now, “C-Carlos, I don’t think I-”

“I know you can… and you know that as well,” he nodded with a mean smirk, lips only slightly dancing over the skin of your neck and collarbones, “No me mientas, no me mientas, joder,” don’t lie to me, don’t fucking lie to me.

The Spaniard shook his head as he felt your soft hand pulling on his hair in utter desperation while his long fingers went in and out of your drenched cunt, collecting some juice and rubbing your pearly clit with it before he shoved them mercilessly back into you.

“Oh g-god, Carlos!” Your legs started shaking next to his arm, tears blurring your vision as you were only able to stared at the ceiling.

Carlos licked his lips before he attacked your neck and collarbone area again, marking your skin up with bites and kisses,

“just like that… so fucking tight and wet, dios mío,” good god, Carlos mumbled under his breath as he glanced down at your clenching pussy around his two fingers, “don’t hold back, baby, want you to cum again, c‘mon,” he looked up at your trembling figure with dark eyes.

You gasped as your breathing quickened, “B-But I already came so m-many times, p-please,” you cried out in a hoarse tone.

Your boyfriend kissed your neck again before he smiled wickedly, “Oh but that’s doesn’t matter, cariño,” he shook his head, kissing your collarbones with closed eyes as his hand picked its pace up, making you wildly throw your head back again, “you’re gonna cum as many times as I want, are we clear?” He asked in a raspy tone.

You shook your head but Carlos only continuously nodded his head with an evil smile, “oh yes, you will,” he looked up at you through dark pupils, “Lo harás, cariño.“ you will, baby.

Then, Carlos glanced down at his wet fingers again, biting his lip as he noticed how they’re all covered in your arousal,

“Look at that, my pretty girl,” he grinned before he leaned down and quickly licked his fingers clean before he shoved them back into you with a groan, “such a beautiful mess I’ve created, fuck,” he breathed out as he watched how his long fingers stretched your tight entrance out.

You loudly whined in a high pitched tone, desperately trying to squeeze the tears out of your eyes,

“you’re taking it so good, tan jodidamente bueno para mí,” so fucking good for me, your boyfriend smirked down at your clenching pussy before he impulsively gave your wet clit and open-mouthed kiss, making you unintentionally jump at the sudden feeling of his big lips on your clit.

You pathetically tried to push his head with your shaking hands away, but Carlos didn’t move an inch, not even for a single second, while you continued whining and crying, repeatedly panting his name in between the small cries of pain and pleasure.

Carlos chucked into your pussy, neither mouth nor tongue leaving you alone, “trying to get me away from you, huh? Guess you’ll have to try harder than that, cariño…I won’t go anywhere,” he mumbled before he went back to sucking and flicking your clit like a starved man.

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