Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

mille-fuelle (idk how the fuck to spell it) with a side of vodka shot pls! make it verstappen pls!

the bakery menu!

there is still tons of sweet treats on the menu at the bakery! submit your own order!

mill-feuille (“that’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl.”) + vodka shot (rough sex) served to you by max verstappen (formula one)!

cw: smut/pwp, rough sex, praise kink, (loosely) translated dutch, handcuffs/bondage, (low) doggy style, (slight) dom/sub

the off season was tiring. despite it being the off season. most used it as a chance to catch up on much needed sleep or go on a vacation. some even just laid in bed for the first week of the off-season to just relax.

you and max had different plans.

after the first week of the off season, max had turned of his phone and put it on the dining table, to be left there for a day or two. you did the same, telling your friends and family that you and max were going on a boat trip for a few days.

you didn't want anyone to worry, especially when you knew that you'd be limping by the end of your little escapade. sparse visits over the year have left you both painfully pent up, it felt like over the season the only time you two saw one another was for cute photo-ops, there was very little room for intimacy between your career and his. so the off-season, nothing else mattered except for scratching that itch.

max made sure that you got a meal in you, he wasn't going to neglect your needs because he needed to get his cock wet. he even took the lead and made you breakfast (he really did miss you). While the eggs were perfect, the bacon was a little more crispy than you liked it.

"it's amazing." you giggled as you took another bite. max lingered against you like a shadow, his arm slung around you as he kissed at your neck a little. you turned your head to look at him and he kissed you on the lips.

"i'm excited."

you reached to him and cupped his face, then looked into his blue eyes, "well, hold your horses, i have a surprise for you." and then let go of him so you could quickly finish.

you didn't see max's curious expression at the surprise you had for him. he still followed you while you cleaned up, those large hands on your hips and his lips on your neck. you could feel his clothed erection up against your backside,

"so what's the surprise?" he asked as he held you as you put the plate in the drying rack.

you looked over your shoulder and leaned in to kiss him, then said, "surprise, verstappen." once you were done cleaning up, he followed you into the bedroom.

you apologized to the cats as you closed the door to the room. you could tell that max was getting antsy, why wouldn't he be? he had another stellar season but at the cost of being away from his woman.

"mooi meisje, waarom laat je me wachten?" he asked softly as he sat on the bed you two shared. his cock was pressed against the front of his loose shorts.

you turned away from him and went to your underwear drawer, as you dug around in it you responded, "omdat sommige verrassingen de moeite waard zijn om geheim te houden."

he sighed through his nose, his cock throbbed in his pants. dutch may not be the most sensual language, but he cursed the day that he decided to painstakingly teach you the language. it was almost like second nature to you, and it made his heart beat faster. he leaned back on his hands and watched you pull out a pair of Velcro wrist restraints.

using handcuffs seemed a little cliche, and the idea of losing the key and having to figure out how to get max out of them wasn't something you were interested in. they were softer around the wrists and easier to get out of.

"liefde?" he asked with a bit of concern.

you approached him and placed them in his lap, "if you don't want to try it, then say it. if you want to, tell me." you leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.

his face felt hot as he said, "i'm guessing you're wearing them?"

you smiled, "next time you can wear them." and could feel your boyfriend's burning gaze as you got out of your sleeping clothes. which was honestly just a ratty red bull t-shirt and slightly too big sleeping shorts. your sports bra and panties were off as well and when you looked at max once more, he had his shirt off and his cock in his hand. his shorts were pushed down and his gaze was heavy.

"you look good." he said, his words heavy on his tongue.

you came of and straddled his waist for a moment, his cock brushed against your pussy but you never sank down on it. you could see his jaw tense.

you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him into a tender kiss. you felt his hands on your hips, he was threatening to pull you right down on his cock. the kiss quickly parted and you got up from his lap and onto the bed. max was close to you once more with teh cuffs in hand.

"i guess we need a safe word."

you were already one step ahead, "red bull."

he got you onto your hands and knees on the bed and slowly got your arms behind your back. it was then secured by the cuffs. max could've lost it in that moment, the site of you was erotic. his naked girlfriend with her arms tied behind her back. he couldn't wait any longer, it was driving him up the wall.

he got his shorts full off and his hand on your hip. it wasn't hard for him to sink his entire length into your aching cunt. he held the chain that connected both of the cuffs to the center of your back, you weren't going anywhere.

you groaned when you felt his cock deep in your cunt, the stretch was amazing. while it left you a little tender for days after, it was the type of ache that stirred your stomach.

the sex was rough, there was little tenderness. and max at least tried to be romantic when he pleasured you, but this carnal need was driving both of you. your heart thumped in your chest, the rush of pleasure made your head throb.

his pace was quick and feral, his grip was tight on you. he wanted to make sure you didn't go slipping away. as if you ever would. he ran his fingers through his hair while he still held you down. he could feel the sweat on his body begin to form as the bedroom became hotter.

the morning light shined through the open window as the two of you fucked with a hot passion. it felt like striking hot iron with the sparks that scattered as a result.

"that’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl." he panted heavily in your ear as he kissed your temple. you moaned in response and he pressed his nose into your hairline for a moment as he had you practically bouncing on his cock.

you whined, "shit, max, ah!" each thrust felt like a short circuit to your brain. his words were filthy, his voice was hot and low. you could feel him rearrange your guts.

the bed creaked against the wall and you felt the air leave your lungs. sometimes it drove you crazy how intensely max's cock made you feel. before sex was just a fun past time with a partner, but with max is made you ache inside and out.

he rutted up into you, his cock gave a small twitch inside of you. he could hear you sweet little pants and moans into the covers. you looked like a fucking dream, his beautiful girl.

"you're so good for me, my love." he groaned, "you feel so fucking tight around me and i don't know what to do with myself. you drive me mad. i want you all the time." he panted heavily, "it was all i could think of during the races, your tight pussy around my cock. i always wondered if i could get you to fit in the car with me, bounce you on the my cock while the engine rumbled. you'd like that, wouldn't you, slet."

you swallowed, while the idea was probably unrealistic, the thought of it was rather erotic. the almost claustrophobia of being so close to him in a tight space.

you didn't have to respond for him to say, 'i know you'd hate it, right? because you're my good right, correct?"

you nodded and moaned a little louder as you felt the thrill of lust climb through your body. you squirmed under the restraints, it was a little bit of tension on your shoulders but it did make you core ache. you panted dumbly against the covers as he fucked you with a heavy heat.

"pretty fucking little thing." he growled as he pushed your top half further into the soft mattress. the angle gave him the best place to cram his heavy cock into your sweet cunt.

you felt the moans fold off your tongue as you felt the pleasure capture you whole and climax crashed down on you. it felt like your earth was shattered when it grabbed hold. you whined, "holy shit, max."

he chuckled and felt the wetness between your legs only grow more, he doubled down his thrusts and left you totally pinned under him. he rutted into you like an animal in heat, even as your pathetic little moans rang in his ear.

"honey, ah. that's a good girl. fuck you're mine." he groaned as he bottomed out into you. his cock nudged against your cervix and spat cum against it. while made your back arch.

"fuck." you panted.

he pulled out and quickly, without much through took off the cuffs. he took you in his arms and laid down beside you, spooning you. his larges hands massaged your wrists. even though they didn't hurt.

he peppered the back of your neck with kisses. so loving, so kind despite how rough he was moments earlier. max worshiped you, praised you like the sun.

"my beautiful girl." he sighed contently.

"the cuffs felt good." you responded, your legs tangled in his.

he kissed under your ear and said quietly in your ear, "maybe next time i need to tie you up fully." he chuckled a little as he held you in his arms.

it was good to be home. <3

59+Oscar. I was thinking they just had (vanilla) sex and as they’re lying in bed she says this and he’s immediately like, aight bet.

(Also this was the anon who sent in the 7 minutes in heaven one, thought I’d un anon myself, lol)

I am dropping everything to write this request immediately, you are an oscar piastri smut genius. I altered the prompt ever so slightly to match the reader's vibe but enjoy <3

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Your relationship with Oscar was relatively new, the two of you still getting to know each other's bodies. Oscar had always been quite a shy person, never really expressing much beyond a smile and a nod in interviews. With you he was different, soft and loving, very affectionate; something that translated into the bedroom. Hands held, missionary, forehead kisses - always very gentle.

Don't get it wrong, Oscar was a gentleman, always making sure you finished first, but there was only so much you could take before wanting to switch it up. Your head is currently lead on Oscar's hard chest, his arms wrapped around you as he breathes deeply. "You okay baby? You've been quiet since we finished." He questions, stroking his thumb up and down your arm.

"'m just thinking." You mumble, tilting your head to look at him.

"What about?" He asks, slight concern etched onto his features. You sigh, sitting up, "Do you ever want to try something different?" You ask. His eyebrows furrow, lips jutting out in a pout, "Different?" He questions.

"Like, don't take it the wrong way, that sex was good, it was so good. But next time, could you maybe do it harder?" You murmur shyly, avoiding eye contact with the Australian.

"Harder?" He asks, curiosity taking over. He pulls you into him, now straddling his waist, his hands resting on your hips. "Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you harder?" He questions, voice dropping with lust, his lips skating over your pulse point. "Want me to hold you down and fuck you like a whore?" He whispers in your ear, capturing your earlobe between his teeth, making you whine.

Your legs squeeze around his hips, yours beginning to grind lightly as he lays kisses over your neck. His pillowy lips suck against your pulse point, tongue laving over the red mark he left behind. His bite is slightly harder than usual, causing your nails to dig in to the flesh of his shoulders. He moans against you at the sting, turning you around and bending you over.

“Still dripping from the last time we fucked and my girl is just aching for my cock isn’t she?” He teases, watching the way you clench around nothing. He slips two fingers inside you, curling them down to press against your g-spot. Your knees almost give out with the pleasure but he’s quick to remind you that this was what you wanted.

Oscar positions himself behind you before sliding his cock inside you, groaning at your tightness. You moan out at the feeling of being stuffed full, your head drooping. Oscar’s hand loops your hair into a ponytail around his fist, pulling your hair back before he slams himself in and out of you.

“My girl’s taking me so well ay, is this what you wanted? Wanted to be fucked so hard your pretty little ass turns red?” He asks, his free hand coming down to hit you. You scream out his name, your walls providing a vice-like grip.

“There we go, that’s it, such a good girl for me. If I’d known this was how you liked to be fucked I would’ve had you cock drunk like this much sooner. Would’ve had those beautiful eyes crying for my dick.” He groans, pulling your hair tighter as he fucks you harder, faster.

“Oh god Oscar, please don’t stop, ‘m gonna cum.” You whimper, your legs slowly sliding down the mattress until you’re practically led on your stomach.

“Wanna feel you cum, wanna feel how good I make my perfect girl feel. Come on baby.” Oscar begins guiding you to your orgasm, gentle kisses to your neck contrasting the brutal pace of his hips. He feels your walls tightening further, your back arching into him. The moan of his name you let out is enough to send him over the edge, his cum filling you up.

He slides his cock out of your pussy, spreading your legs to watch the way his cum leaks out. Two fingers find the apex of your thighs, swiping through the combination of your juices before running over your lips. You open your mouth, eagerly taking in his thick fingers and he smiles, eyes beaming.

A gentle kiss to the forehead and a whispered promise of a bath is all it takes for you to fall asleep happy, dreaming of the escapades you and Oscar can now enjoy.

A Special Place In Hell - OP81

DARK FIC 18+ - Minors DNI- if you don't like this or the warnings/themes make you uncomfortable. I can't stress this enough, DO NOT READ THIS

Summary: Oscar meets a darling of a girl, and he wants her. But there's a moral compass in the way, good thing it's not his moral compass otherwise he might actually be swayed.

READ THESE Themes/warnings: Smut (oral, anal, toys), dubcon (she does agree to it all but it's not exactly something she's happy about) headpushing, gaslighting, coercion, lying, corruption kink, major manipulation, some soft!Oscar at points (he doesn't hate her), mention of losing virginity

No part 2 requests please

Y/n might be a virgin holding onto that hymen till marriage. But Oscar would have to withhold a laugh and mask it with a smirk if anyone genuinely tried to convince him or even comment on the suggestion she's innocent because of that. If anything, her determination to save herself till marriage has made her more tainted for the man who takes her virginity than had she have given it away to the first man who tried.

She may have been before Oscar met her, but she's certainly not anymore.

Oscar may or may not marry the young woman one day. He's not sure yet. But he knew going into this that he wasn't waiting till marriage to get his dick wet in her.

Hence how right now he's starting his day receiving head from her and god does she have a talent with it.

Sure one day he fully intends to claim the prize without marrying her, but for now he'll settle for other options that she naively believes maintain her virginity. Only if you mean in the literal sense that her hymen remains in tact. But given the things she's let Oscar do to her, she's certainly not the innocent virgin any man will be fooled into thinking he's getting.

Oscar groans pushing her down on his length to reach the furthest depth of her throat, a place that he knows he is the only to ever have touched.

"You take me so well." Oscar grunts feeling her throat closing, struggling around his length and if he weren't so deep he knows it'd actually be gagging but he's pushed himself part the point of her being able to properly gag. It just feels like she's milking it from him and when his cum shoots down her throat, he holds her there. More than aware she's almost definitely beginning to panic from lack of air.

He holds her there till he really feels her trying to fight his hold, something she usually doesn't do. As soon as he moves her hand from holding her, she shoots back as she coughs and gasps for breath.

"Sorry, baby. I got carried away." Oscar states with no sympathy or genuine apology in his tone. Then he reaches back picking up his phone and sighing. "Shit, I'm late. Right...I want you to prep and plug-size up from last time."

Y/n looks up from where she's still catching her breath and leaving, she doesn't look overly eager about doing as Oscar is instructing. The idea of anal isn't something she's been a fan of since Oscar first suggested it.

"Y/n, you understand?" Oscar questions noticing her silence.

"Yeah. I'll clean up and meet you there." Y/n nods, her voice definitely feeling what is almost certain bruising to her throat from his brutal treatment.

It wouldn't be the first time she's lost her voice as a result of Oscar's dick. But he really isn't all that sorry for it, if anything it's a turn on. Further evidence of how much he can ruin her for any man after him.

Not that he'll stop till he's touched the places even she's yet to explore.

"Ok, I'll see you later." Oscar smiles leaning down and kissing her softly while she smiles lightly from the action.

-

Y/n tries not to wince as she walks through the paddock, she really hates the idea of anyone noticing.

By the time she gets to the McLaren unit. She smiles seeing Oscar with Mark but as soon as he spots her he excuses himself from the conversation.

"Hey, baby." Oscar smiles making her smile back and move towards him. "We're going on a track walk."

"Oh, I don't know if that's...just with what you asked for it's sort of uncomfortable to walk that much." Y/n admits making him look at her for a few beats.

"Come with me." Oscar instructs linking their hands and guiding her to his drivers room.

As soon as the door is closed she's spun and pressed into the surface with his hand pushing her dress up for access before she gasps, panicked when she feels his fingers at the flare of the plug, tugging it just enough that it's pulling against her as she tenses around it.

He leans in breath hitting her ear while she stares at her white-knuckled fist resting on the door, nails digging into her palms as she waits for him to finally pull it out.

"Stop tensing." Oscar whispers making her shiver ripple down her back. "I'm just making sure you put it in right. You didn't hurt yourself did you?"

"No."

"Then stop panicking. You're fine." Oscar sighs impatiently making her sigh as he drops her skirt down and moves over to his bathroom to wash his hand of the generous amount of lube she'd used.

"Sorry." Y/n mumbles turning around to face him again as she bites her lip a little.

"So you're coming out on the track walk." Oscar smiles the expression on his face telling her that she's not getting a choice in the matter. "Let's go."

"Yeah. Let's go." Y/n nods swallowing thickly before she looks at the man for a few minutes.

Y/n lets Oscar guide them both out of there and she walks out managing to make herself not look like she's quite so uncomfortable. It's really not a painful feeling but it's definitely not her first choice to be walking around with a butt plug in.

All because she wants to save her virginity for someone she marries.

-

Since y/n arrived pretty late in the day compared to Oscar and the track walk was one of the last things of the day. So it's no surprise that they take off pretty quickly too.

"All fours on the bed." Oscar smiles kissing a couple times just to make her more compliant. Not that she would actually refuse him but he doesn't like to be horrible to her and just treat her like shit, she's still human and his mum might not have raised him to treat her the way that he does. But equally, maybe he never expected to find the one woman on the planet who is so set on marrying as a virgin.

Y/n presses her chest down, trying to temper herself as she closes her eyes and just focuses on staying relaxed. It's what's going to get her through it.

She feels her dress be pushed up and since she wasn't wearing underwear this whole day. Oscar's fingers easily access the plug that's snuggly between her cheeks.

"Good girl." Oscar soothes pausing as his fingers tap the flat of the base before his fingers slide down to her pussy that is just dripping with need for attention. "You know it's not too late to change your mind. I’ll enjoy it either way, but you might enjoy it much more the other way.”

Truth be told Oscar wants both tonight. Now she's laid out right in front of him he absolutely will need to take any virginity she has.

"No. This is going to be good." Y/n states making Oscar hum as his fingers glide through the wetness that is increasing by the second.

"Good."

Y/n keeps her breath steady as she feels Oscar easy the plug out of her and his moan at the sight almost makes her jump, though not as much as the feeling of him dragging his finger up from her pussy to spread the wetness.

"Please use lube too." Y/n mutters out quickly and Oscar does comply, if only for his own comfort too.

He's somewhat hoping she doesn't enjoy this, if only to give him the better chance at taking her virginity which is the ultimate goal. It almost definitely of those "I want it because I can't have it" and once he has it, it'll mean nothing.

"Ready?" Oscar asks making her grunt a yes clearly gritting her teeth in a battle of keeping her body relaxed while she's actually completely stressed out.

Y/n does lurch forward feeling him press against her but his hands are quick to hold her in place, he at least wants the tip in before he's giving her a moment to adjust.

"O-Oscar, I don't know-"

"I'm in, you really want to me to stop now?" Oscar questions knowing he's being cruel in the way he's asking that and the tone he's using but the woman can't be serious. "Just let me get full in and give it a few minutes if it hurts, we stop."

He chooses his wording wisely, he's going to make sure it's not an option with it hurting as a reason to stop.

He continues sliding into her, the feeling of her ass wrapped around him is like nothing he's ever felt before and honestly, he might struggle to maintain the self control he needs to right now. It's better than he'd ever imagined. But somehow he maintains a steady push till his fully seated in her.

"Fuck, y/n. You feel incredible." Oscar states in a voice that so heavy with lust she almost doesn't recognise it.

Y/n on the other hand doesn't feel the appeal of this. It's not hurting but it's certainly not comfortable. Was saving her virginity where she has the chance of feeling even half as good as Oscar clearly feels in this moment really worth this?

Oscar's too caught up to ask if she's ready, he starts moving while she presses her face into the bed, trying to focus on the good. It's not comfortable, it's not like what she looked up about it slowing feeling good if you just try to go in with the right mindset. Lies.

The feeling of his balls hitting her pussy that is appreciate even just such minuscule attention.

"Y/n." Oscar moans and actually that makes her tighten in appreciation of the fact that even if she's definitely not enjoying this, he definitely is.

Oscar picks up the speed after a few minutes and she chokes on her breath, whimpering and gripping at the sheets as she can't stop herself tensing up. The tightness combine with the new speed unlocks a much more feral side which does leave a bit of a burn and actually it feels like the depth his hitting is really making her stomach flip. Oscar is by no means a small man in dick size and he's proving to want to prove that by touching parts of her that she could never reach.

The sounds are probably the worst part, Oscar doesn't seem bothered by the skin slapping but the wet noise is really making her grimace.

As he closes in on his climax, he continues slamming in and out of her then stopping with a final thrust that does make her wince with a sting before she feels a hot rush inside of her, the feel so unfamiliar and hot and stick but she can't decide if it's the worst feeling of it all or least of the worst. It does mean that he's done.

"Fuck. That was the best experience of my life." Oscar grunts spreading her cheeks before easing himself out, though honestly if he could live with the permanent feeling of her wrapped around him, he'd definitely do it.

Seeing his cum leak back out of her is definitely a sight worth remembering forever.

-

One time turned into multiple times, sometimes going two or three times a day and honestly y/n isn't finding anymore comfort or pleasure in it than the first time. Even if it is getting sort of easier.

She's wavering. She's losing the ability to say that her virginity is worth preserving. Oscar isn't stupid and he can see her wavering every time but he's going to enjoy his privilege while he's got it and if the day comes soon that she decides she'll let him finally just take her virgnity.

"You look like you're in deep thought." Oscar comments as they get back to his apartment and he steps up behind her kissing her neck, giving away his intentions.

"Yeah..." Y/n mumbles with a thick swallow. Breaking point tittering on the edge.

"Well I think you just need to relax." Aka he'll feel relaxed, she won't.

Unless...

"Oscar...I've been thinking." Y/n states questioning if she's really going do this. Throw her goal that she set herself as soon as she knew it sex was a thing.

"Yeah?"

To put it lightly, Oscar has somewhat been pushing her towards this decision, hoping that her breaking point would come soon.

"I think I want you to take my virginity." Y/n mumbles, and despite her wishing she wanted to take the words back as soon as they left her mouth. She definitely isn't feeling great about it.

"Really? You want me to?" Oscar asks in a faux surprise. "I thought you were waiting till marriage."

"Yeah I was but...I mean it was a stupid rule." Y/n shrugs before she turns around. "Will you do it?"

"Of course I will."

And he won't apologise for it later if she regrets it.

Keep your eyes open

Summary: Mirror sex. Nothing else. Not even a crumb of plot.

Pairing: Toto Wolff x fem!reader (no y/n, just honorifics) 

W/C: 4k

Rating: +18, age Gap, size difference, praise kink, oral hyper-fixation, marking, overstimulation, soft!dom/sub

A/N: I'm back, bitches! xD Bon Appétit <3

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Was the whole room vibrating, or was it just you...? Your mind needed a moment to focus and find yourself back in reality.

Your whole body felt dangerously hot, even though your skin was covered in the thin layer of sweat and you could feel your hair sticking to your face. Your breath was irregular, and heavy, as if you were drowning and someone just pulled you to the surface, and you were trying your best to get enough oxygen into your lungs. Your heart was beating so intensely that you could feel it even in your fingertips and toes... There was a metallic taste on your tongue, and you realised that you bit your lower lip so hard that you drew blood, but you were too overwhelmed to feel the pain.

When your breathing finally calmed down, a heavy sweet and salty scent hit your nostrils, invading your brain and reminding you of what just happened.

You were sitting in Toto's lap, although sitting was a very generous word for the state you were in. Your back was tightly pressed against his chest and for once in your life, his skin was colder than yours. That sensation helped your mind remember how to form coherent thoughts. He was using his knees to keep your legs open, letting them hang limp in the air, not able to reach the ground, so even if you could move - you wouldn't be able to escape. Toto's strong arm was holding your torso under your breasts, keeping you in the upright position as his other hand was gently caressing your thigh. Your head was resting on his shoulder, and it felt so heavy, even though you felt as if you were floating somewhere under the ceiling. His cheek was pressed to your temple and in his low, rumbling voice he was whispering things your mind wasn't able to comprehend.

Very slowly you moved your hands and placed them over his, trying to hold onto him even more, because you still felt like you could slip in between the cracks of reality. But the tone alone was able to soothe you in the way nothing else ever could. You could feel his chest vibrating behind you, while his hand moved from your thigh to your abdomen, covering almost all of it. His rough fingers were tracing unrecognisable shapes on your skin giving you goosebumps, but you loved that sensation. A huge smile sprawled across your face as you finally came back to your body.

You gently squeezed his big forearms, letting him know that you were coherent again, and when you did that - he pressed a gentle kiss to the side of your head.

- You want me to do that again...? - he asked in a hushed whisper, and the only thing you could do was nod your head slowly. - You're being so good for me, just let me take care of you... - he pressed another kiss to your head as his hand left your body for a short moment to grab the vibrating wand again, but you stopped him mid-move... Of that, you had enough. - Oh...? - he asked with a fake innocence in his voice. You could hear a sly smile that showed up on his face; you didn't even have to look at him. - You don't want more...? - he teased, even though he already knew exactly what you were asking for.

You let out a quiet mewl of protest, wriggling your hips just a little bit, grinding against his very erect cock, which was gently resting in between your folds, already soaked with your previous releases, but Toto hadn't had his yet... He always took care of you first, no matter what. He even joked sometimes that at his age he might not be able to keep up with you anymore, but that was bullshit because he was almost always able to outlast you; the control he had over his own body... It was something to be admired, especially in moments like this.

- And you think you're ready...? - he asked in a soft, teasing, almost condescending tone as he gently traced his fingers on the inside of your thighs, giving you goosebumps that spread all over your body. His hands rested on your hips for a moment, where his thumbs gently rubbed the skin before he pulled you back, allowing his shaft to slide up, teasing your clit along the way, which drew another twitch from your body. You couldn't help but part your lips, letting out a soft whine from between them, as his hand travelled up your body, teasing your nipples, until he reached your jaw, where his delicate touch tightened. He roughly grabbed you and forced you to look in the mirror in front of you.

You looked absolutely obscene...

Your eyes looked like they were made of glass, your lips were swollen and puffed from constant biting, and your skin glistened in the soft, dim light. Your neck and shoulders were covered in hickeys and bitemarks, already filling up with crimson. Before your gaze travelled lower, you looked up, to catch Toto's grin, but it was far from malicious; he resembled a proud cat, who presented the fruits of his bountiful hunt. He gently nudged your temple with his nose and playfully bit the top of your ear when he noticed you were looking at him, and you couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. But it wasn't long before he guided your head forward again so you could go back to examining your body.

Your hair was a mess, sticking not only to your own flushed skin, but also to Toto's, and your nipples stood proudly erect from all the stimulation, and just by looking at them you could feel them tensing even more. You were spread open by his legs, your most vulnerable parts exposed and displayed... Well... They were just a minute ago, but right in the reflection they were hidden behind a long, thick cock, which tip reached your navel, and just the sight of it made you swallow.

When you saw it for the first time, you were convinced there was no chance he'd ever fit inside you, but somehow he made it fit.

As if out of its own volition, your hand travelled to his shaft, and as soon as your fingers traced the length, Toto hissed quietly in your ear, which made you retreat and look down, but that didn't help, because instead of a reflection, your gaze met the real thing and you instantly started salivating. The smooth texture of a dark pink tip was almost glistening in the soft light, and you could see how tensely the skin was stretched over the girth, giving the impression that it was almost too thick to be contained. Every vein was not only visible but practically emphasized... And when it suddenly twitched and touched your abdomen - there was a sticky spot of precum left on your skin.

- I asked you a question, Angel... - he said with a playful grin, and you instantly looked up to catch his beautiful chocolate eyes staring back at you from the mirror. You swallowed loudly and looked down again as if to make sure, you knew what you were getting yourself into. Or rather what you were about to get inside you.

But somehow words eluded you, so instead you just nodded slowly without breaking eye contact with Toto's reflection.

- Well, if you're sure... - he chuckled quietly... - But first I need you to promise me one thing. Do you think you can do that for me...? - he asked, the cunning smile still echoing in his voice. You nodded again, and he licked your exposed neck, soothing the nasty bite he already left there. When he looked at you again, his gaze darkened. - Keep your eyes open. - he said in a stern voice, and you couldn't help but swallow, because you knew what was about to come, and even though every cell in your body craved it, you were aware that it wasn’t going to be possible without a certain amount of pain. - Yeah...? - he asked after not receiving any confirmation from you.

- Yeah... - it was all you were able to say, your voice still strained and raspy from all the screaming.

- Good girl... - he growled and playfully bit your earlobe, at the same time pulling you even closer into him. You almost closed your eyes when his hands started moving down your body, but you stopped yourself at the last second and looked in the mirror again. Your gaze was pulled to Toto's hands under your thighs, where he gave you a gentle squeeze, letting you know to get ready and relax, before lifting you until his thick tip was pressed against your entrance, and suddenly you weren't so sure if you were ready. He looked almost comically big next to you.

But then he started slowly lowering you, and it was too late to back out. At first, there was only the pressure of his smooth head pushing against your opening, without being able to penetrate, until suddenly his cock slid forward on a slippery mess, shot up gliding between your folds and teasing your clit, which forced a loud squeal from between your lips. You could feel his chest moving behind you, as he tried to mask a chuckle. But he didn't say anything... Instead, he pressed a long kiss to your shoulder and lifted you again.

For a moment you thought that the scenario would repeat itself when that pressure at your entrance grew, but then your already relaxed body lost the battle and gave in, swallowing almost a third of his shaft in one go, driving all air from your lungs in a loud squeak. It took a good few seconds for your brain to process the stimuli, and for a moment you didn't even feel the burning pain of being stretched so much that clenching was impossible, but when it hit you, tears almost instantly started gathering in the corners of your eyes... It was all too much, and a single sob left your mouth.

- Oh, I know it hurts, Angel, I'm sorry... - Toto whispered straight into your ear and rubbed his cheek against your temple. - You're being so good for me, taking me so well... - he continued praising you; his hot breath whiffed over your skin causing almost painful goosebumps. You sniffled quietly and mumbled something your brain couldn't comprehend at the moment, your nervous system completely flooded with the sensations coming from inside of you. - Hmmm? What's that? - he made sure that you didn't use your safe word, but you only weakly repeated the quiet plea. - No, baby, we can't stop yet, I'm not even halfway there and your pussy is too pretty to be half empty... - your sobs grew a little bit louder, and the tears finally overflowed and started streaming down your cheeks. - Shhh, shhh, shhhhhh... It's OK if you cry, you're safe, I promise... I love you so much... - his praise made something in your chest bloom and a familiar warmth spilled from that area... You took one deep breath and nodded, letting him know you were ready to continue.

You let your head roll back and rest on his shoulder while his fingers dug into your flesh as he slowly lifted you again in the air. The thickness of his cock pressed against every single spot inside you on its way out, and you let out another sob, this time louder and you could almost feel him smiling, even though you couldn't see his face from this angle, your nose buried in his neck. Your lips latched onto his skin and you started sucking, trying to distract yourself at least a little from the burning pain coming from between your legs.

He didn't let his whole length leave your body to give you a short break, and as soon as the head was about to pop out of you, he started lowering you again almost mechanically, not speeding up or slowing down, allowing you to get used to the sensations. Before your lips left his skin, you gave him a playful bite over the hickey and rubbed your tears away on his neck and with your own shoulder, because bringing your hands to your face required the amounts of energy you didn't possess at the moment.

You let out a quiet squeal when you felt a familiar pressure against your cervix, and the muscles in your thighs involuntarily clenched. You forced your head up to look in the mirror, but you still didn't have enough strength to keep it upright by yourself, so you rested your temple on Toto's cheek, and the view you saw in front of you almost took your breath away...

Both yours and Toto's skin glistened in the dim warm light, giving the impression that you were covered in a gold mist... Your legs hung loosely in his strong hands, your soft flesh giving into his grip, and every place where his fingers dipped into you looked like a secret oasis of desire, showing how much he didn't want to let you go. You didn't realise that before, but your breath synched with his, or his with yours, and you were moving in perfect harmony, both of your chests rising and falling at the same rhythm as if you were a single organism. And then your gaze travelled lower...

You could see your stomach bulging every time he slowly lowered you down, his massive cock invading your abdomen. You could tell exactly where the tip was and the steady movement almost hypnotized you; you couldn't help yourself and your hand traveled to your stomach, where you could feel him move under the skin. It wasn't the first time you were seeing it, but every time was equally fascinating... Seeing your skin stretching to accommodate something so big, and your opening straining around his girth; he was changing your body in front of your eyes, and you loved it more than you could put into words.

And then he lowered you even more and pain shot through your legs and spine; Toto rammed into your cervix, pushing it back into your body, and you couldn't stop a loud whine that left your lips. Your heart rolled back again, all the sensations too overwhelming to consciously process, so you just let yourself ride it through, trusting him completely.

Toto knew your body well by now, so he squeezed your thighs harder, pulling your attention away from the pain inside you, and he rubbed his cheek against your face, inhaling deeply and allowing your scent to invade his senses.

- You're taking me so well, Angel... So tight for me... - he continued praising you and pressing light kisses everywhere his lips could reach. And with his every word, every thrust, you started to feel the tension building up again, the familiar tightness overtaking your body as his cock constantly stimulated your G spot even with the slightest of moves. You grabbed his forearm with one hand and pressed on your stomach with the other - That's it, baby, that's it... Cum for me, pleeeease cum for me. It's ok, you can do it. - his tone was so soft, putting you at ease and you let yourself go yet again, a quiet moan escaping your lips as your legs involuntarily twitched in his hands, disrupting his steady rhythm, but not stopping completely.

Electricity run through your whole body as the tip of Toto's cock dragged against that spot inside you yet again, and you couldn't stop the loud cry that forced itself from your mouth. Your brain felt fuzzy, and as if it was behind a thick wall, not completely belonging to you. You couldn't lift your head, but your eyes locked with his in the mirror, while sob after quiet sob dropped from between your lips.

- Please... Toto... I can't anymore... - you whined, looking at him with a plea painted all over your face. He only smiled in reply and kissed the top of your head, but he didn't stop moving you up and down, almost like a doll. You wrapped your hands around your body and continued crying as he sped up, your whines matching his moves. But despite the pain and all the stimulation, you didn't close your eyes; after all - he told you not to. And he held your gaze; his eyes darkening with your every plea and you could only see determination in them. He held you even tighter as he continued fucking into you; his thrusts getting faster, more desperate, more erratic. - Toto... I can't... I can't cum anymore... - your voice cracked, tears streaming down your cheeks. Your whole body felt hot and cold at the same time as it hung loosely in his arms and rested against his chest. You barely had enough energy to stay still as he used your body.

- Don't worry, this will be the last one, I promise... I know you can do it, Angel... Here, I'll even go nice and slow to help you a little bit, just to be sure you can take it all, hmmm? - he whispered against your skin and you couldn't even reply coherently, as his movements became more drawn out, more deliberate. He was purposefully angling your body so as much pressure as possible was dragging against that sweet spot inside you at any given moment, and your cries started to mix with moans yet again. - That's it, you're doing amazing... You're such a good girl... Just a little bit longer... - his voice was getting husky and gravely, his breaths shallow and uneven; it couldn't be easy for him to manhandle you like that, but he showed no signs of stopping, continuing to move your body up and down his shaft, a cheeky smile curving his lips as he heard the change in your voice.

Against everything you thought you knew about your body, you started to feel another orgasm approaching; slowly, but unmistakably closing in. You couldn't look away from him, because you knew that if you did, you wouldn't be able to take it any longer and his beautiful dark chocolate eyes were the only thing grounding you in reality.

Your broken sobs became higher the closer you were to the peak, and Toto knew it well, that's why you almost screamed in protest when he suddenly stopped, dropping you completely onto his cock, sheathing it in full inside you.

- Toto... Toto, pleeeeease. Please, please, please, I am so close... - you whined and looked up at him, trying to look into his eyes up close, as if that could help.

- I thought you said you couldn't cum anymore... - he teased with a sly smile and a cold shiver ran through your spine. He wouldn't... He couldn't, right...?

- Nononononono... Please... I was wrong, please... - tears of desperation were streaming down your cheeks, but you couldn't care less.

- Oh, Angel... - his voice was soft and soothing; he could never resist your pleas. He playfully bit the side of your neck and immediately licked it at the same time moving you up again and a quiet squeal tore itself from between your lips. - Just a little bit longer... Can you do that for me...? Can you wait for me...? - he whispered quietly with his nose digging into your cheek, his words composed more from heavy breathing than actual sound.

Instead of replying you just nodded enthusiastically and pressed yourself into his chest even harder; not sure when your own body ended and his began. And then he picked up the speed again, and you just couldn't stop your eyes from rolling back into your head. You had to wrap your arms around yourself, so they wouldn't be flailing widely in the rhythm of Toto's moves. You could feel your breasts bouncing, straining against gravity, the slight sting of skin slapping against skin, the sound filling the room in tandem with other sounds. Moans, growls, whines, and whimpers mixed with each other in an unnamed symphony, accompanied by the loud squelching coming from your pussy.

Toto's fingers dug deeper into your flesh to get a tighter grip; your skin was covered in a layer of sweat and he didn't want to accidentally drop you. And if that meant that you'd be donning bruises in the shape of his fingers for the next few days... Oh well.

You were so fucking close... You could almost taste it with your mouth wide open, willing your body to hold on for just a little bit longer. You didn't even feel your fingernails drawing blood from where you were holding onto yourself.

And then something shifted in the air. Toto's growls became deeper and louder, and you could just tell that he closed his eyes and that his eyebrows gathered closer, focusing on the culmination of today's evening. He started thrusting up, although, in the position you were in, it wasn't easy. His face was pressed into your shoulder, his hot breath giving you goosebumps all over.

It wasn't long before you could feel his cock throbbing and pulsing inside you right before release, and as soon as he released the first spurt of cum right against your cervix, he dropped you onto his cock, wrapped his hand around your waist and with the other reached down ad started rubbing your clit with just enough pressure that you came instantly releasing an exhausted yet satisfied cry, allowing your body to act on its own.

Your legs curled up, your toes crossed each other and your stomach tensed, and if not for Toto's arm, you would have slid down from his lap onto the floor. And then he continued rubbing, as all air left your lungs and you became quiet. Or maybe you screamed...? You weren't quite sure, because the only thing you were able to hear was a loud, rapid heartbeat ringing in your ears, as you were spasming around Toto's giant cock inside you. He made you ride your orgasm to the fullest, relishing in the feeling of your soft walls squeezing around him, as your body twitched uncontrollably until it couldn't anymore.

You were left limply laying in Toto's hold, and after you were able to catch your breath you let out a quiet, raspy chuckle.

- I swear to gods, the things you do to me... - you said with disbelief, your mouth was so dry that when you closed it, your tongue almost stuck to the roof of your mouth. Toto joined you in the quiet laughter, his chest rumbling gently under your back

- Ich liebe dich... - he mumbled and pulled you up his lap, even closer to him than you already were, and hid his face in the nook of your neck, taking a deep breath. You lifted your hand and ran your fingers through his soft hair.

- I love you too... - you chuckled again, not exactly by choice... Your body still didn't belong fully to you and it tried to release all the accumulated tension in any way it could, and that also meant that you still randomly twitched from time to time, but that didn't stop you from noticing that Toto's giant hand found it's way to your abdomen, fingers tracing the bulge he was a cause of. - You're not planning on pulling out, are you... - it was more of a statement than a question and your tone was light, almost like a warm laughter.

- I wouldn't dream about it. - he replied and started sucking on the skin of your shoulder again, and you just knew that you were going to wake up with another load of his cum inside you.

Eventually, you were able to look up at your reflection again, and you didn't even try to hide a giant smile that curved your lips. There was no way you could hide all the bitemarks, hickeys and bruises in the coming days, but neither could he, so at least you were matching. 

A/N 2: Please don’t feel obligated/pressured to reblog, because I write mostly for myself. A comment would be appreciated though :) Love, G.

Perv!lando request: innocent!reader is encouraged to be bratty in front of lando at the club like flirting with ppl and stuff as a joke and perv!lando steals her underwear at the club and tells her that she's in deep shit for when they get home and when they finally do he ties her up and tells her that "this is what happens when ur not my good girl anymore" and absolutely fucks the shit outta her and she's just crying and taking it bc she can't do anything else. This could also be slightly dark and manipulative lando too 🤭

Warnings: Smut, 18+, manipulation, possessiveness, gagging, choking, spanking (😵‍💫), fingering

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader

Your friend Lily was not awfully fond of Lando as your boyfriend OR a person in general, severely disliking the possessive nature of the man. So when she told you to be bratty with Lando, she didn’t expect the outcome to be what actually happened. “Lando,” you whined, “I wanna dance,” you huffed. “Stop being bratty,” Lando said through gritted teeth as he interrupted his own conversation with Max.

“Let me find a man who will dance with me then,” you huffed, standing up as Lando’s eyes darkened, his hand coming onto your wrist. “Go to the bathroom. Now,” he said, his words almost a. Below in your ear as you nodded. You’d gauged it to be like Lily had said, maybe a bit of sex in the bathroom or a good orgasm at home but this was not what you expected.

Lando joined you a few minutes later, his eyes fixed firmly on your face as he walked beside you. Your eyes widened as he got in his knees, which, usually, it was the other way round, where he’d either throw you onto the floor or force you to your knees. “Lando,” you gasped as his hands came to your thin panties, pulling them down as you stared.

A shriek left your lips as his hand slapped onto your wed, your eyes widening as he watched your reaction. Lando didn’t say anyone r, his eyes trained firmly on your bright red cheeks and parted lips before he finally spoke, voice cold and stern.

“You’re in deep shit, Y/N,” was all he said, before walking off. You gawked after him, unsure what to do. Telling Lily would be embarrassing and all you could do was wait for your boyfriend to either calm down or take you home. And he ended up doing the second option, not calming in the slightest as he took you home, silent but fuming.

As soon as he got upstairs, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you into the bedroom, a small ‘thump’ echoing as he threw you onto the bed. You watched with slight apprehension as he grabbed a pair of handcuffs, your wrists pushed into them as he tied your hands together. You gasped as he pulled you onto his lap, lying you over his thighs so your ass was in front of him.

Lando could just about see the indent of his earlier spank, a smirk on your face. “Couldn’t behave earlier, could ya?” he snapped, his eyes trained on your pitiful whining face. “Now you’re gonna be a good girl,” his hand trained the curve of your ass, “and count,”. You weren’t sure what, but he soon enlightened you by slamming a harsh slap onto your ass, a shriek leaving your lips.

“I said, count,” he snarled, his eyes on your red backside as you whined, a pitiful ‘o-one’ leaving your lips. A small, strangled moan left your lips as the feeling of pleasure and pain mixed, your eyes wide. “T-Two,” you gasped as Lando smirked. “Good,”. His hand came down again, before massaging the spot as you continued counting - his eyes never leaving your body.

A small mewl left your lips as he dipped his fingers into your soaking core, his other hand producing small, rapid spanks to your thighs. Your thighs were already shaking as your wetness slicker wet his fingers, before he stopped the spanking, working at tugging his own pants off whilst shoving his fingers into you roughly. His thumb worked at the bundle of nerves as he slammed his fingers into you, just his fingers causing your body to shake.

You gasped as he pushed you back against the headboard, tying your hands to the bed tightly, before pressing a gag to your lips, your eyes wide. “Lando!” you squeaked, before he silenced you, pressing his dick against your entrance, adjustion time useless to him as he started slamming into you. Your shrieks of pleasure and pain were muffled by the gag, your eyes watering slightly at the feeling.

Lando didn’t care for the tears welling in your eyes as he pounded against you, your body shaking as the headboard rocked in to the wall. He could very well break the bed if he went any faster. Your eyes widened as he slammed into you, your knot building up as you felt your release wash over. Fuck. He showed no signs of stopping as he carried on, bringing one hand to your hair as he pushed the other onto your neck.

You were even more bondaged as he rocked into you. “Count now,” he scowled, knowing fully well you couldn’t. “Be a brat, now,”. You whined against the gag, your body still shaking with the build up of a second orgasm. “Go on,” he snapped, “want another guy’s dick, do ya?” he snapped, his eyes darkening, pupils dilated. You felt your orgasm wash over you again, quicker due to your last as he started, still no signs of stopping.

Lando’s head occasionally threw back, his eyes shining, cheeks red as he carried on slamming, though his thrusts became skipper by the second. You knew he was close too, as he carried on with his roughness, your jaw dropping in shock. Fuck. You didn’t know if you were glad you listened to Lily or not. You gasped against the gag as you felt his cum shoot in thick hot ropes inside of you, not bothering to pull out.

As he said, if you got pregnant coz you pissed him off, it was your fault, not his. It was never Lando’s fault, was it? Always you.

A/N - @cheriiepies I feel u might like dis tehe

❥•°❀"monte carlo passion and fury"

abstract || lando dnf's in monaco and takes that anger out on you.

female!reader || smut. dirty. nasty as hell. angry!lando. fluff ending. 1.6k words

After a disappointing race at Monaco, Lando ended up with a DNF, leaving him seething with frustration and anger. So consumed by his emotions, he didn't care about potential fines for skipping media duties; all he wanted was to escape to his apartment. Quickly changing out of his race gear, he grabbed your hand and hurriedly led you to his sleek Lamborghini Miura parked nearby. The engine roared to life as he skillfully navigated the streets of Monaco, the city's glittering lights blurring past as he drove with a mix of intensity and determination. In the quiet moments between the rush of wind and the hum of the engine, you could sense both his disappointment and his need for solace, finding comfort in your presence beside him.

Arriving at Lando's Monaco apartment was a relief from the chaotic energy of the city streets below. The sleek, modern building rose into the night sky, its facade illuminated by soft, ambient lighting that cast gentle shadows across the entrance. Lando's steps were purposeful as he led you through the lobby and into the private elevator.

The elevator ride was silent and tense, the only sound the soft hum of the descending lift. The apartment door closed with a decisive click behind you, shutting out the world momentarily. Inside, the air was thick with Lando's frustration, the sleek, modern decor a stark contrast to his turbulent emotions.

He didn't speak as he led you through the living area, passing by the expansive windows that framed the glittering lights of Monaco's nightlife. His grip tightened as he turned abruptly towards the hallway leading to the bedrooms, his knuckles white with the intensity of his emotions. With each hurried step, the faint scent of cologne mingles with the musty air. Finally, he steers you into the bedroom.

The door swung open with a forceful push, revealing a sanctuary that mirrored Lando's conflicted state—clean lines disrupted by scattered belongings, the bed rumpled in disarray. Without a word, he stepped inside, his back tense and shoulders squared, a silent invitation, or perhaps a plea for understanding in the midst of his turmoil.

Releasing his vice-like grip on your hand, Lando stepped back, his fingers slowly unfurling as he leaned against the bedroom wall. His expression was a tumultuous mix of anger and frustration, etched deeply into the lines of his face. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast shadows that danced across his features, highlighting the furrow of his brow and the tight set of his lips.

His eyes, usually vibrant with determination, now bore into you with a piercing intensity. The air in the room seemed to thicken with the weight of his emotions, palpable in the tense silence that hung between you. Each breath he took seemed laden with unspoken words, as if he struggled to find the right way to express the turmoil raging inside him.

Lando's voice erupted with anger and frustration, sharp and demanding. "Strip down, now," he barked, his tone cutting through the air like a whip, filled with an intense, simmering rage. His stance against the bedroom wall was tense and rigid, his eyes blazing with a fiery mix of emotions.

The room seemed to shrink under the weight of his fury, the dim light from the bedside lamp casting harsh shadows that emphasized the lines of tension etched into his face. Every word carried a heavy force, laden with his racing disappointment and the raw edge of his emotions.

In the charged silence that followed, his command hung in the air, leaving you to confront the turbulent storm of his anger and the unsettling demand it carried.

Lando's frustration reached a breaking point. With a sudden surge of anger, he grabbed your clothes and tore them off with a forceful pull. The fabric yielded reluctantly, the seams splitting with a sharp sound that filled the room. His movements were swift and assertive, driven by a turbulent mix of emotions—rage, disappointment, and a profound sense of loss.

Each article of clothing fell away, discarded in a heap on the floor, as if symbolizing the weight of his racing disappointments. His hands, usually gentle and precise, now gripped the fabric with a fierce intensity, fingers trembling with the strain of his emotions. The air crackled with tension, thick with the scent of adrenaline and the bitter residue of his unspoken frustrations.

Exposed and vulnerable, you stood before him, with determination, now burned with a mix of regret and longing. For a moment, the room seemed to hold its breath, the silence heavy and charged with the raw energy of his actions.

Breathing heavily, Lando stood before you, his chest rising and falling with the effort of his emotions. His hand rises, gripping your hair tightly within his fist, a gasp escaping your lips. Getting closer to your face, his breath against your lips, he states with a firm tone to signify that he is not playing any games, "Stop being such a little brat. You're better than that." With his grip still in your hair, he throws you onto the bed, causing you to land on your stomach. 

Stripping down to nothing, Lando moves to get behind you. His strong, veiny hands find your hair once more, pulling your head up and tilting it back to look at him. Smacking your cheek a bit, he commands you. "Open," and once you do, immediately following his instructions to not get him angrier, he spits aggressively into your mouth before patting your cheek, forcing you to swallow which you do. You can’t help but feel all warm and fuzzy inside your body at his dominance caused by anger and rage. It makes your mind melt, feeling as if you're just a puddle on the floor after a thunderstorm. 

Pushing your head back down to the bed, he releases your hair so he can leave a hard smack on your ass, causing you to let out a small yelp from the contact. Lando’s hands move to your hips, forcing you to arch your back, stomach against the bed before slamming into you.

You cry out at the sudden feeling, meanwhile he just laughs at you darkly, telling you, "You can take it, can’t you? Yeah, you can because you're my good little slut. Doing so good f'me yeah? My good little slut. All for me and only me." He groans as he continues to pound into you, faster and harder, but making sure to get all the right places for you. He’s not that selfish to forget his good girl's pleasure, even if you can be a brat sometimes. 

At some point, he grips your hair for the second time that day, pulls you up and back to his chest. That same hand, oh, that hand of his, moves around to grip your neck a bit tight to where it’s pleasurable while the other wraps around your waist. He pounds into you harder and harder, getting angrier and angrier till you finally come, a mixture between a moan and a scream leaving your lips.

Smirking, the hand in your hair grips it tighter as he whispers into your ear, his voice low and raspy and so sexy. "Good girl, yeah, that's it... Gonna come inside you and fill you up. You'd like that wouldn't you, you little whore. Fill you up with my babies, hmm? That what you want? Yeah it is." He then chuckles, his hips thrusting faster and faster, like an untamable beast before finally groaning loudly into your ear and proceeding to release inside you.

After a few moments, once he’s done, he places you back down on the bed softly and gently, pulling out of you slowly so as to not hurt you as he watches his release flow out of you slowly. He then kisses the top of your head, whispering sweet praises into your ear before getting a warm towel and cleaning you up gently. 

After the intense rush of emotions and sensations had settled, Lando lays down onto his bed and pulls you close, his arms wrapped protectively around you. His breathing was steady now, his heartbeat slowing to a reassuring rhythm against your skin. The room was filled with a comforting silence, broken only by the soft murmur of his voice.

"I didn't mean to lose my temper earlier," he began, his tone filled with regret. "I was just so frustrated with how things went on the track."

You lifted your head from his chest to meet his gaze, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. "It's okay, Lando," you assured him, brushing your fingers lightly against his cheek. "I understand. Racing means everything to you."

He nodded, his expression softening with gratitude. "Thank you for being here with me, for understanding," he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

You nestled closer to him, feeling his warmth enveloping you like a comforting embrace. His fingers traced soothing patterns along your back, a silent reassurance that he was there, that everything was alright.

"I care about you so much," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I never want you to doubt that."

His words washed over you like a gentle wave, filling your heart with warmth and tenderness. You tilted your head up to capture his lips in a soft kiss, conveying all the love and understanding you felt for him in that moment.

Lando smiled against your lips, his hand cradling the back of your head gently. "I'm lucky to have you," he admitted, his voice tinged with vulnerability.

"And I'm lucky to have you," you replied sincerely, intertwining your fingers with his.

Together, you lay there in each other's arms, basking in the quiet intimacy of the moment. In Lando's embrace, you found solace and strength, knowing that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them together.

an || so...yeah. this was a nasty one. i enjoyed writing it, though, and i hope you enjoyed reading it. my girlies, once again, hope you enjoyed this and i love yall. till the next one!

©2024 cherryl4na. - please do not copy, repost or translate any of my works on other platforms without my permission.

rough || op81

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+18, MINORS DNI

summary: oscar finally shows his rough side.

pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader

warnings: smut smut smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), p in v, oral sex (fem receiving), dirty talk, degrading kink, choking, spanking, pretty fucking hot stuff happening under the cut

a/n: here it is, my mind just pictured oscar being a freak in bed and i had to share it with you. enjoy ;)

feedback is always appreciated.

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"thank you for having us tonight," oscar said as you said goodbye to andrea, zak, their wives, and lando. you were invited to andrea's house to celebrate a new sponsorship deal.

once you were out of the house, you made your way to the car, where oscar opened the door for you to enter the passenger seat. "thanks baby" you smiled sweetly at him.

oscar got into the car and headed to the apartment you had been sharing for three months now. his hand was placed on your thigh, making small circles.

you used the way home to look out of the window and think about how to get what you wanted.

here’s the thing, with oscar everything was delicate and sweet, key word: everything. and you loved him that way, but at this point, you were ready to try something different. you wanted to see oscar's rough side.

so you tried to unleash that side of his personality in various ways.

first, by wearing a dress that was a bit tighter than you would normally wear, but it didn't work. he simply looked at you, twirling you around in place and complimenting you, "i love this new style on you".

you thanked him with a soft kiss on the cheek and decided to move to plan b during dinner.

your hand was on his thigh underneath the table, slowly sliding up to his crotch. his body tensed for a brief moment, but he didn’t react the way you expected. he took your hand and placed a kiss on your knuckles, placing it right back on the table.

you really didn't know what to do anymore, until a final idea came to mind.

you started chatting animatedly with lando. at times, your hand rested on his arm as soft laughter escaped your lips. maybe if oscar got jealous, he would set aside his sweet side for a moment.

but there was not a single sign of a crack in his demeanor. his composure remained intact as he chatted with his bosses.

a few minutes later, oscar parked the car in front of your apartment, and you both walked in. you took off your heels by the door and, with a heavy sigh, headed to the bedroom, while he followed your lead.

"is everything okay, princess?" he asked as he took off his white shirt and hung it on one of the hooks in the closet.

you sat on the bed and looked into his eyes. was this finally the opportunity to tell him what you wanted? what if he felt offended or misinterpreted the situation?

"i want you to be rough", the words slipped out before you could think it through any further, surprising you and him at the same time.

oscar turned to look at you, one eyebrow raised in evident confusion. "what do you mea–", realization hit him like a train mid-sentence, "oh".

he gulped visibly before asking, "aren't you enjoying it the way it is now? am i doing something wrong?". you could see his mind running in circles, so you stood up and got closer to him, placing your hands on his cheeks.

"it's not that, i am completely enjoying it as it is, i just wanted to try something new, if it's ok with you". your words triggered a click within him. his eyes darkened quickly, and his hands traveled to your waist.

"choose a safe word", he said, looking at you straight in the eyes. a safe word?, the mere thought of having to use it both intrigued and turn you on.

your gaze was challenging, and your hands now rested on his shoulders. "i don’t think i'll need it, i’m pretty sure I can handle it".

and that was all it took. oscar spun you around and his lips started to leave wet kisses on your neck, sending chills throughout your body. one of his hands solwly made its way to the hem of your dress, sliding up until his fingers brushed your thong.

he could sense your wetness, heat radiating from your core and heavy breaths leaving your lips. "look at you, so needy for me already", his voice was deeper in your ear than it was moments ago.

"did you think i wouldn't notice?" he said as he took off your dress and guided you to the bed, pushing you gently over it, looking at you with hungry eyes.

then he added, "the way you dressed up today, your hand under the table at andrea's house, the way you laughed with lando while looking at me"

a gasp left your body when his hands ripped off your red lace underwear from your body. oscar's fingers digging on your hips as his head got closer to where you needed him the most. you were absolutely speechless at this new version of your boyfriend.

"answer me princess, did you really think i wouldn't notice? such a slut, trying to turn me on and make me jealous at dinner", his breath fanned over your pussy, a moan escaping your mouth.

"i'm sorry osc, i-", your words were interrupted by a loud spank on your ass, a tingling sensation spreading quickly, your wetness increasing.

"don’t lie to me, princess, you are not sorry", he shook his head in disapproval, "now behave yourself, while i eat you out to show you who you belong to."

a second after, you felt his wet tongue run through your slit, your hands running to grab his hair and a loud moan leaving your mouth. his eyes looked at you as he focused on your clit.

"fuck, oscar", you said, rather loudly, he stimulated your bundle of nerves and added two fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out at a perfect pace.

his hand hit your ass again, harder this time, making a whimper fall out of your lips. "shut up, i didn't say you could talk", you had to bit your bottom lip not to talk again.

suddenly, he stood up again, your body immediately missing his mouth, but not for long. he leaned down and kissed you roughly, his tong slipping inside your mouth without a warning, making you taste yourself.

you could feel his erection poking on your thigh, hard as a rock and you broke the kiss. "oscar, please, fuck me", to be honest, you sounded desperate, but you didn't care at all.

"is that what you want?", he spoke as he sucked on your breasts, leaving small marks here and there, eyes still fixed on yours. "you want my dick inside of you princess?", one of his hands went down again, three of his fingers filling your pussy, your back arching towards him.

"yes, please, i need you", he moaned in your ear and positioned himself between your legs. in one swift motion his hand was replaced by his dick, stretching you out completely as he started to thrust.

"look at you, such a needy slut for me, taking me so well", his member filled you up and moved inside you easily, as a consequence of your wetness.

and then he did something you were not expecting. his hand travelled to your neck, grabbing it and squeezing it lightly. your eyes widened, and he noticed, releasing it right away.

"no, do it", you said quickly as you grabbed his hand and placed it back in your neck, your eyes on his, making sure he understood you were okay with it.

a smirk grew on his face and he squeezed a bit more, his thrusts increasing in both speed and depth. "you take me so well, my slut".

you had never felt like this, so turned on by his words and his actions. his hand on your neck stopping you from breathing properly, his soft moans and his hand gripping firmly on your hip.

it was all too much and on top of that, the tip of his dick brushed a soft spongy spot inside you, that one spot he knew drove you crazy.

you became a moaning mess, whimpering loudly while your hand squeezed the sheets on your side. "oscar, fuck– i'm going to cum"

"are you? are you gonna coat my dick with your juices?", he said roughly as his free hand spanked you once again, you were pretty sure your ass was red and his hand was printed on it by now.

"yes, please let me cum" you cried out and he fastened his thrusts, reaching for his orgasm as well. you could tell he was close by the way his eyes shut and his moans increased.

"you are going to cum at the same time as i do, got it?" he breathed out, spanking you again. "i'm going to come inside your tight little pussy so hard you'll be walking around the paddock with rests of my load inside you"

never in a million years would you have imagined that your sweet, caring oscar could say such things during sex, and you loved it.

"yes, cum inside me osc", you replied, barely managing to have your words understood. his back arched, his moans got louder and his thrusts sloppier, "cum for me princess, cum around me"

waves of pleasure washed over both of you as you came, clenching your walls around his dick and feeling his load shot inside you. his body fell over yours, panting from the release he just got.

once your breathings went back to normal, he moved to your side, slowly taking his member out of you, both of you wincing at the loss of contact.

"are you ok?" he asked, his fingers tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, "did i hurt you?".

you could feel the concern laced in his voice, so you quickly smiled to get him to relax, "perfectly fine". your hand flew to his hair to run your fingers through it, "thank you for being rough, it was hot" you added and bit your lip.

a tint of pink appeared on his cheeks and he giggled, "anytime, princess."

a couple of sweet and tender kisses where shared before he decided to cuddle, making you the small spoon, your tired bodies ready to sleep.

Practice

Oscar Piastri x Fem!Reader x Paul Aron

A/N: I really wasn't going to post anything on Tumblr for a while and to just use the anger and betrayal I feel inside of me to write as a form of an outlet. I've had this request done for a while but with everything going on I didn't want to post it but I already feel bad to the person that requested it for keeping them waiting for so long and since Oscar won today, I feel like this is an appropriate time.

After posting this, I do not know how long until I post again but know whenever I do decide it is the right time for me (mentally) to come back, I will have lots of stories to post along with writing more.

Again, thank you to everyone who has reached out to me and wishing me well and reblogging that post along with sending requests to other writers asking them to spread the word and to block and report that person, I do see them and I do really appreciate all the support.

Farewell, for now. I will see you all again soon.

Requested (idk where the actual ask went but I did write it in my notes app where I do rough drafts): Please could you do a story Oscar piastri x y/n x paul aron smut I'm dying for the two of them 🔥 @deepestrunawaykitty

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It was a hot July Saturday night, and I felt my heart race as I entered the club with my boyfriend, Oscar. The bass pumped through my body, setting the tone for a night of pure, unadulterated pleasure. I wore a tight, black dress that hugged my body in all the right places. my long hair fell loosely and my eyes sparkled with anticipation. Oscar looked dashing as always, his brown hair tussled, and that seductive smirk playing on his lips. He was a Formula 1 driver, and his bad-boy charm had me hooked from the start.

As we made our way through the crowd, hands brushing against each other, the familiar lyrics of Drake's "Practice" filled the room. This was our song, the one that played on repeat during our steamy make-out sessions. Oscar leaned in close, his hot breath tickling my ear as he whispered, "You know what this song does to me, babe. It makes me want to take you right here on the dance floor and show everyone what you're mine."

I felt my core clench at his words, my nipples hardening against the soft fabric of my dress. I loved it when Oscar talked dirty, and tonight, I wanted to give myself completely to him. "Then take me," I purred, pressing my body against his, feeling the hard length of his cock straining against his pants. "I'm yours to do with as you please."

Oscar's hand slid down my back, pulling my body tight against his. With his other hand, he reached under my dress, his fingers teasing the soaked fabric of my panties. "You're so wet already, baby. Who knows, maybe I'll let one of my friends have a taste of this tight pussy tonight." I moaned, my eyes fluttering closed as his fingers found my clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles. "Oh, yes, Oscar," I gasped. "I'm yours to share. Do whatever you want with me."

As if on cue, Oscar's friend, Formula 2 driver Paul Aron, joined us on the dance floor. He was tall and muscular, with a mischievous smile that sent shivers down my spine. "Well, well, well," he said, his eyes roaming over my body. "Looks like someone's ready to play."

"She certainly is," Oscar replied, his hand still working its magic between my thighs. "Why don't you say hello, Paul?"

Paul didn't need to be asked twice. He pulled me against him, his lips crashing down on mine in a passionate kiss. I melted into the kiss, my hands exploring Paul's body as his tongue dueled with mine. I could feel both of their erections pressing into me, and it drove me wild.

Breaking the kiss, Oscar guided me to turn around, pressing my body against the hard planes of Paul's chest. "Such a beautiful view," Oscar murmured, nuzzling my neck. "Seeing your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock while Paul fucks that tight pussy from behind." I moaned, my eyes rolling back as Paul's hands slid up my thighs, lifting my dress. "Mmm, yes, Oscar," I breathed. "I want you both. Please, fuck me. Make me yours."

Without warning, Oscar spun me around and pressed my against the nearby wall, his mouth claiming mine in a voracious kiss. my senses spun out of control as I felt Paul's hands on my waist, lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pressed the length of his hard cock against my aching pussy. "You ready for me, baby?" he growled, grinding his hips against her.

"Please," I begged, my head falling back as Oscar kissed and nibbled on my neck. "Fuck me, Paul. Give it to me hard."

With one swift thrust, Paul impaled me on his thick shaft, burying himself balls-deep inside me. I cried out, my nails digging into Oscar's shoulders as I felt myself stretched around his cock. Paul began to move, his hips snapping as he pounded into me, each thrust hitting me deep and hard.

Oscar's hands roamed over my body, cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples. He kissed and sucked on my neck, marking me as his. "You like that, baby? You like being fucked by my friend while I watch?"

"Yes," I moaned, my head tossing back and forth as pleasure washed over me. "Oh, God, yes. It feels so good, Oscar. Don't stop."

Paul's hands gripped my thighs, holding me in place as he thrust faster and harder, his grunts filling the air. I felt her orgasm building, a coil of pleasure tightening in my belly. "I'm gonna cum," I panted, my fingers tangling in Oscar's hair. "Don't stop, please, don't stop."

As if sensing my impending release, Oscar reached between our bodies, his fingers finding my swollen clit. He rubbed me in slow, firm circles, sending shocks of pleasure coursing through me. "That's it, baby, cum for us. Let me taste that sweet pussy."

And cum I did. With a strangled cry, my body shook as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. My juices flowed around Paul's cock, making his thrusts even more delicious. "That's it, take it," Paul grunted, his hips slapping against my ass. "Cum all over my cock, you dirty girl."

As my orgasm began to subside, Paul quickened his pace, chasing his own release. I felt his cock twitch inside her, and with a final, powerful thrust, he filled me with his hot cum. "Fuck, yes," he groaned, his body trembling as he emptied himself inside me.

But the night was far from over.

After a brief respite, Oscar led us to a more secluded area of the club. His eyes were dark with desire as he pushed me against a nearby couch, his lips capturing mine in a fierce kiss. Paul stood beside us, his eyes burning with lust as he watched his friend take what he wanted from my willing body.

Oscar broke the kiss, his breath hot on my face as he said, "Get on your knees, baby. I want your mouth."

I obeyed without hesitation, my heart pounding with anticipation. I knew Oscar loved deepthroating, and the thought of taking him all the way down my throat made my pussy drip. I looked up at him with hooded eyes, my lips parted, as I reached for the belt of his pants.

Oscar undid his belt, freeing his hard length. my eyes widened at the sight of his thick, veined cock, the head already glistening with pre-cum. I licked my lips, leaning forward to flick my tongue over the sensitive tip. "Mmm," I moaned, tasting the salty sweetness of him. "I've been waiting all night for this."

I took him into my mouth, sucking slowly, bobbing my head up and down as my hands stroked his length. Oscar's hands tangled in my hair, guiding my pace as he moaned above me. "That's it, baby, just like that. Take it all."

my lips slid down his shaft, my tongue swirling as I hollowed my cheeks, taking him deeper with each stroke. I could feel his cock hit the back of my throat, and I relaxed, allowing him to slide down my throat. Oscar groaned, his hips bucking as he held me still, his cock buried deep. "Fuck, yes, that's it, take it all," he panted.

Pulling back, I sucked hard, hollowing my cheeks as I swirled my tongue. Oscar's hands tightened in my hair, guiding me in a fast, hard rhythm as he used my mouth for his pleasure. "You love that cock, don't you, baby?" he growled. "You're such a dirty little cock slut."

"Mmm-hmm," I hummed around his shaft, my eyes flashing with desire. "I love it, Oscar. I love sucking your big cock."

Paul stood beside them, stroking his hardening cock as he watched the erotic display. "Damn, that's fucking hot," he muttered. "Seeing her mouth wrapped around your cock is making me hard again, Oscar."

A wicked smile curved Oscar's lips as he pulled me off his cock, a strand of saliva connecting our mouths. "I think it's time for that double penetration I've been craving, don't you?"

my pussy clenched at his words, the thought of being filled by both men at once sending a thrill through my body. I nodded eagerly, my eyes shining with anticipation. "Please, yes. Fuck me, both of you. I want it so bad."

Oscar positioned me on my hands and knees on the couch, my ass raised in the air, my pussy exposed and glistening with my juices. "Ride that cock, Paul," he instructed, his eyes sparkling with lust. "I'm gonna stretch her throat while you pound that tight pussy."

Paul lined himself up, sliding into my wet heat with ease. I moaned, my eyes fluttering closed as I felt myself stretched around his thickness once again. Oscar guided my head down onto his cock, holding me still as he thrust his hips, fucking my mouth hard and fast.

The sensation of being filled at both ends pushed me closer to the edge. I felt Paul's hands grip my hips, setting a brutal pace as he slammed into me. Oscar's cock pumped in and out of my mouth, his balls slapping against my chin. "That's it," Oscar grunted. "Take it, you dirty slut. Take both our cocks."

The sounds of their grunts and my muffled moans filled the room. “So dirty for us, such a slut” Oscar grunted. His words sent me over the edge. I cried out around Oscar's cock as my orgasm ripped through me, my body shaking with the force of it. Paul roared his release, his cum shooting deep inside me as he rode out his orgasm.

With a final, hard thrust, Oscar held my head down on his shaft, his hips bucking as he filled my mouth with his hot load. I swallowed, milking him with my mouth as he groaned my name.

Collapsing onto the couch, all three of us panted, a tangle of sweaty, satisfied bodies. I smiled, my body buzzing with satisfaction. This was definitely a night I would never forget.

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Ollie finding your toy🤭

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Toys|OB

Word count 1,047

Warning innocent Ollie, sex toy, fingering, mentions of oral sex, teaching Ollie

You and Ollie have been dating a few months. He was still a virgin well being the older one by a year in the relationship you had way more sexual experience than Ollie. That is also why you had a rose vibrator to keep yourself satisfied until Ollie was ready you didn’t want to pressure him. The furthest you and Ollie went was a few heated make out sessions and he had touched your boobs recently. Ollie had a key to your place so well you were in the shower Ollie let himself in. Your rose vibrator was hidden away. Ollie liked to look through your room even though you told him “ that it was violating your privacy”. This lead to a couple arguments with him but Ollie was oh so curious. Whilst you were in the shower Ollie was looking through your drawers and found the rose vibrator. Ollie turned it on in his hands and it was powerful. Ollie knew something about sex but he had no idea what he was holding in his hand. You do clean it after every use it so it was not dirty. Him touching that toy was the closest he has been to your pussy.

You came out of the shower wrapped in a towel and you definitely did not expect your innocent boyfriend to be holding your sex toy in his hands. He said to you “ what this baby”. You said “ that’s my toy”. Ollies says so innocently“a kid toys”. You say “ no Ollie it’s an adult toy that’s makes me feel good silly”. Ollie says “ how does it make me you feel good”. You say “ want to see baby” in a seductive voice. Ollie says “ yes”. You take the toy from him and sit on the your bed. Taking your towel off. You say “ firstly Ollie I have to turn it on”. You turn the toy on hearing the vibrating noise you and your pussy knows so well. You only bought the rose toy to try out as you heard good things about it and it definitely exceeded your expectations. This is the first time Ollie has seen your pussy and he did know what to expect. You spread your legs wide so Ollie can get a better view. You say “ the second thing is you put it in”. You put the toy on your clit and you feel the familiar sucking motion on it. Ollie asked “ where did you put the toy”. You say “ on my clitoris also known as the clit is has many nerve endings and is very sensitive and can be stimulated in many ways such as such as circles, rubbing it or you can suck it with your mouth”. Ollie says “ wow what’s the toy doing to you”. Ollie could hear the little moans you were letting out it was turning him on. You say “ it’s sucking on my clit”.

A few minutes later.

Ollie heard your moans were getting loud and he would be lying to himself if he didn’t want to put his fingers in you and bring you more pleasure than that toy ever could. After the first time he puts his fingers in you he knew you were never going to use that stupid device again. Ollie let you finish with the toy and when you took that toy out your pussy and it was covered in your juices damm that was hot. Ollie said to you “ could I put my fingers in you and give you a second orgasm please”. You were surprised by when Ollie said this but were not oppressed to the idea. You said “ give me two fingers”. You knew Ollie had no idea what he was doing. You took Ollie two fingers and let him run them through your folds feeling your wetness. You say “ I have two lips in a way the Labia majora which is the bigger one and is on the outside and the Labia minora which are my smaller lips on the inside”. You then take Ollie’s fingers to your clit and say “ this is the clit hood and underneath is the clit you move Ollie fingers in small circles and let out a small moan letting him know that feels good. You let go of his hand and you let Ollie do that for about two minutes letting out moans just so he knows how good a job he is doing. You then bring Ollie’s fingers down to your entrance. You say to him “ move them in and out”. Ollie does that and hits your g spot. You let out the loudest moan of the night that the downside of the rose toy is if you wan to stimulate your g spot you have to use your fingers or a dildo. Ollie asks “ what am I stimulating”. You say “ that’s my g spot you rub against that with your fingers and during penetration you saw Ollie’s face blush red when you said that you use your dick against it and that will make me cum” and also “ Ollie most women can’t cum from penetration alone they need foreplay which can be fingering or oral or even using a toy”. Ollie kept hitting your g spot. You say to him “ use your thumb on my clit at the same time it makes everything better”. Ollie use his thumb on your clit at the same time. Ollie can hear you moaning loud and suddenly Ollie feels you walls tighten. Ollie said “ why you getting tight around my fingers”. You say “ that means I’m gonna cum soon”. Soon after you said that you came all over his finger covering them in your juices.

Ollie took his fingers out your pussy and saw them covered. He asks “ is that your cum on my fingers and can I taste it”. You say “ yes and you can taste it”. Ollie put his fingers up to his mouth and tastes you for the first time. Ollie immediately say after tasting you “ can we do oral next time you taste good”. You say “ sure what ever you want Ollie baby and you need to do aftercare”. You teach Ollie aftercare. Let’s just say Ollie learnt a lot more than the internet can teach him that night.

Hiiii

I just got done reading your masterpiece with the Austrian bread and got an idea.

What about the making of Aussie kids? Reader would have a baby fever and Toto would immediately be like ‘let’s make one’ and reader would cry out ‘ but I’m on birth control’

Pure chaos and smut

Sending positive vibes

𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐧 - 𝐭. 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐟

𝐭𝐨𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲 - 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨

summary: don’t bake a man’s favorite bread unless you want to have his kids. it’s a good thing you’re desperate to do exactly that. content warning: 18+ only. mdni. explicit sexual content. kitchen sex. pregnancy kink. baby fever. unprotected sex. vaginal sex. creampie. implied masturbation. reader and toto are married. breeding kink (i guess)? birth control. actual pregnancy. beta read by @biancathecool pairing: toto wolff x fem!black!reader genre: written fic (1.8k words).

from serene: here’s the part two to toasty, i hope it satisfies the requests i got for this! i personally don’t understand the thirst some of you have for toto but, i do respect it. maybe one day i’ll see what y’all do or somebody can educate me on it but, i do hope y’all are pleased with this one xxx

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A switch has been flipped in your brain—you’ve become more than insatiable for your husband. After he railed you on the counter for making his favorite bread, baking has become your entire personality. The way Toto looked at you after he tried your first attempt at an authentic pumpernickel bread changed how your brain fires. The mix of love and lust that filled his gaze had awoken an innate instinct within you: you need to have this man’s babies.

You’ve always claimed to be an independent woman, your dream was never to become a man’s accessory, or housewife, or tradwife. But, for Toto? For the way he looked at you as he had his first taste of your pastry? You’d set feminism back for a hundred years to keep getting fucked like that for the rest of your life. You spent an ungodly amount of money (Toto’s money) on baking utensils and you’ve pretty much been running a bakery out of your kitchen. Every few hours you’re shoving a pastry down your husband’s throat, eagerly awaiting his praise for each creation you seem to bake perfectly. 

Off-handedly around a mouthful of cinnamon sugar knots you baked, Toto moaned at the dessert melting on his tongue, seemingly in a daze when he murmured, “I’m going to get you pregnant if you keep baking like this.”

You laughed at his unexpected outburst, brushing it off as Toto hyperbolizing how great the dessert was. However, it was like the words infected your brain–every waking hour, you constantly thought about having his kids. And it didn’t help that once Toto heard you set a timer for the oven, he’d be tearing your clothes off and fucking you on the nearest surface. The kitchen island is a favorite, but there was an instance where he took you on the floor. Afterward, he claimed to be too old for sex on tiled floors, but you were too busy imagining growing a baby in your belly to care.

The severity of your baby fever is only realized when you reach into your nightstand to take your birth control and...you hesitate. You’re on the last week of pills, you should message your clinic to get a refill. Imagine a child, a mixture of you and Toto. And, you’re aware that pregnancy can be rough but you’d finally be able to decorate that spare room into a nursery instead of letting it collect dust. A baby; a combination of your best halves. Would they have your deeper skin tone, or Toto’s height, or your curls, or his nose, or your eyes? You could have your baby cradled to your chest as you bake for your husband, their father—

“Schatz?” Toto calls in question from his side of the bed, eyes concerned through the lens of his glasses, “You froze, are you okay?”

You shake the thoughts from your head, the smile you give him is slightly strained. You complete the monotonous motion of swallowing tonight’s allocated contraception with a sip of water. Tossing the packet back in the drawer, you speak, “Yes, I’m fine. I just realized that I need to order more birth control.”

His eyes examine your expression for a moment before he nods and offers a simple, “Hm.” in response. Toto fixed his eyes back on the book in front of him, and you ignore the disappointment that burns in your chest. Sighing mutely, you grab your phone and request a refill in your clinic’s online portal.

The next morning you’re awoken by Toto sweetly petting you awake, his thumb tracing lightly along your cheekbone. He murmurs an apology as he reveals that he’s going to be trapped in the home office today with back-to-back meetings concerning the looming Formula One season. You pouted even while you nodded your understanding, pleading for a kiss before you lost his attention for the day, which Toto happily divulged.

You busy yourself, prepping Toto’s favorite pastry and setting it to bake in the oven as early as possible. As a caring wife, you prepare meals for him and slip into his room to deliver them knowing he would forget to eat if you didn't remind him. You make sure his coffee never runs low, even if you switched to decaf after the second mug—he shouldn’t have too much caffeine at his age, you’d like to grow old with him eventually. To your dismay, Toto did not lie about being locked in the office. He was sequestered within those four walls well past sunset and as a result, you’ve produced enough baked goods in your free time to power the entire Mercedes factory for a week.

“I think we are going to have to discuss a limit for how many things you can bake in a day, schatz,” your husband sounds from the kitchen entryway, an awe-filled look on his face as he sees the bakery you’ve created. 

“The pumpernickel bread is still baking—would you like a cinnamon roll instead? Or a chocolate chip cookie? Or could I interest you in a slice of apple pie?”

You’re well aware that your curls are a mess in the loosely fastened bun dangling low on your head, you probably have streaks of flour and other various baking ingredients on your face mirroring the dirty surface of your apron. The unhinged baker aesthetic you’ve suddenly adopted is pulled together by the wide grin splayed across your lips. 

“I could eat all three,” Toto hums, his eyes darkening as he approaches you in the kitchen, fingers rushing to untie your apron, “—If you can help me work up an appetite.”

Various baked goods are shoved out of the way to make space for you to be bent over the island. Your flushed brown skin is cooled by the marble surface, nipples hardening quickly at the temperature but, it doesn’t stop you from spreading your legs and helping Toto tug your panties to the side underneath your skirt. He’s quick to press a finger within your entrance and pauses when the slide is too easy.

You squirm desperately, whining when Toto halts your hips from rocking backward on his hand.

“Schatz,” Toto murmurs, his free hand palming at your ass, “Did you—”

“Yes!” You cut him off, stomping at the delay, “I got bored waiting for things to bake—I’m ready, just fuck me.”

Thankfully, Toto is quick to listen to you and substitute his finger for his cock, his slacks unzipped enough to pull himself out. At the stretch, your eyes roll back and you lose the strength to hold your head up, letting it fall to press against the cool marble. You feel your husband still his hips but you reach your hand backward to grasp at his pressed dress shirt, using your grip to tug him forward, a non-verbal cue for him to keep sinking into you. He curses lowly and leans downward to rest his head on the back of your neck, pressing the remaining few inches inside.

Twin moans of pleasure are exhaled into the kitchen, Toto’s hands move to hold your waist, his clasp on your skin tight, reflecting the force he’s mustering to refrain from fucking into you without your approval. The burn from his girth fades quickly replaced by the feeling of fullness you’ve become addicted to. You roll your hips softly, moaning shakily at the drag of his length within you and Toto meets your rhythm smoothly. 

He fucks into you deeply, grunting on every other thrust in, you feel the breath of his chuckle ghost across your back when you fall limp in his hands; he’s well aware that you enjoy sitting pretty and taking what he gives you. Your cunt clings to his cock, the plush heat trying its hardest to disallow Toto from exiting, urging him to stay buried inside of you as he scrapes directly over your most sensitive points. 

Your husband straightens himself upright, pressing you firmly down on the counter with a hand in the middle of your back, his other hand slipping around to rest on your navel while keeping your hips angled upward for a better angle.

His thrusts become rougher and you can only scramble to hold on to the island, hands slipping from the sweat accumulated on your palms and skin. Your mouth is parted, drooling from the corner of your lip, chest heaving as you struggle to breathe through his thrusts, moans and gasps punched out of your chest, his cock hardened and pulsing within you, and your curls bouncing out of your bun and sticking to your back and forehead from the heat.

Toto’s hand presses into your belly, and he pants lowly, “You feel me right in here—I’m going to put a baby in you, schatz.”

You shudder in his arms, eyelids fluttering as you struggle to reply, and you swear you feel yourself become wetter at the image your husband planted in your mind.

“You can’t,” you whine out roughly, whimpering as the force of his thrusts rocks you up across the island, the ledge digging into your hips, “ah—’m on birth control!”

He grunts dismissively, patting his hand on your belly as his rough thrusts are exchanged for deep grinds, hitting places that send tantalizing rushes of pain along with pleasure up your spine, “Okay,” Toto huffs, “Stop taking it.”

You mean to ask clarifying questions, but he doesn’t let you get a word in as he continues to ramble about getting you pregnant.

“Fuck, I’m going to give you a baby, yes?” “—Going to be so pretty carrying our child.” “You’ll be such a good mum.”

The last one pushes you over the edge harshly, your nerves burning at the white-hot flash of pleasure, the sounds of Toto following you muffled to your ears as your orgasm floods your senses. You feel a dampness on your cheeks and it takes Toto wiping it away to realize you’re crying. His hips continue to slowly grind deeply within you, his cum painting your walls, and he pulls you upwards to press your lips together.

“You were serious,” your voice cracks embarrassingly as you moan the words into Toto’s lips, “About the birth control?”

“Yes,” your husband answers confidently, his words supported by a firm thrust of his cock that makes your eyes roll and body shiver, “If that’s what you want, of course.”

You hum, pleased at his response, “You need to remind me to call the clinic tomorrow to cancel my refill order.”

Toto grumbles incoherently, more concerned with toying with your nipples and kissing along your collarbone, “Yes, schatz—can you go again? I want to put a baby in you as quickly as possible. You would look so beautiful with a bump, no?”

5 weeks later you run out of the bathroom and leap into your husband's arms, brandishing a positive pregnancy test wildly. 

You laugh gleefully, tears of joy forming in your waterline, “I guess both of us are bakers now!”

“What?” Toto offers confused, trying to still your arm to grab the test.

“Both of us are bakers now! You put a bun in my oven!”

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