"Well, I might retire next year, to be honest. I'm gonna win and – Rosberg retired after his first Championship, I'm gonna retire after my first win. Just win it and out." 😄🧡
“aw. did i wear you out love?” W/George Russell, like reader and him fucked after a longggg time
George Russell- Subspace
a/n: aftercare george >>>> anyways hope you like it!
pairing : george russell x female!reader
Summary: george takes care of you after a long fucking session
Warnings: smut, cursing, stress, george being george
Word count: 523
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You needed a break. Work had been really stressful for the past few months, and your normal outlets weren’t working. Exercising wasn’t as much fun as you’d hoped and your other hobbies had started to become dull. You were getting frustrated to say the least.
When you arrived home to your shirtless boyfriend after work, it was game over for you. You slammed your lips against his, moans and gasps shared between you two. You headed to the bedroom, him picking you up and throwing you on the bed. His hands slid up and down your body as his lips attached to your neck, leaving dark purple spots that you knew you wouldn’t be able to hide the next morning. Clothes were torn off of each other as George propped your legs up on the edge of the bed. He got on his knees, eating you out as you gripped his hair, feeling your stress and worry melt away from you. You came on his tongue, breathless and in need for more. George then repositioned you two so he had your back against his chest and his fingers inside you, your legs shaking as you writhed against them, practically fucking yourself on them. He coaxed a few orgasms out of you along with a few more hickeys. After feeling all fucked out, he rolled on top of you and hooked your legs on his hips. He fucked you so hard that you felt like you were barely conscious.
It was exactly what you needed.
You fell into a subspace, which was not uncommon after George would use you and make you feel good. Your body was buzzing and warm; your body felt like a furnace. He had left to get a warm towel to clean you up, and when he returned, you were quietly mumbling to yourself, a sign to him that you were in a subspace.
“Aww, did I wear you out, love?” George said, brushing a piece of hair out of your face. You simply nodded, his Britishness and lovingness seemingly more prominent as it was ten minutes ago. He spread your legs open to clean you, but you stopped him and closed your legs, leaving a confused look on his face.
“George, please. I can’t-” Everything around ou was hazy, and you certainly couldn’t take anymore of what George was planning on doing to you.
“Oh, baby, don’t worry. We’re done now, hmm?” He said, gently placing a kiss on your knee. “Just want to clean you up is all,” He says, his voice low and raspy.
“Oh, ok,” The words seemed to come out on their own.
You let him open you up again, your legs spazzing when he wiped too close to your pussy, causing a quiet moan to fall from your lips. He placed a chaste kiss on your stomach, quickly leaving you to discard the towel. He rejoins you in bed and slides in next to you, wrapping you up in his arms. You try to get any words out you can, but he knows you can’t after a session like this.
The Jazz Workshop is the debut album by jazz composer George Russell, featuring his “Smalltet”, which included Art Farmer, Hal McKusick, Barry Galbraith, and Bill Evans.
George Russell – chromatic drums, arranger
Art Farmer – trumpet
Barry Galbraith – guitar
Hal McKusick – alto saxophone and flute
Milt Hinton – bass
Teddy Kotick – bass
Bill Evans – piano
Joe Harris – drums
Paul Motian – drums
Osie Johnson – drums