Races Shouldn't End Like That - F1 Grid

A Sip of Sweet Speed

paring: Zhou Guanyu x fem!reader

summary: You always wanted a peaceful life, so how did you end up with an F1 driver who dragged you into his upside down, unpredictable world where every race start was an adrenaline-pumping adventure?

warning: a bit angst, descriptions of crash scenes, heiress!reader

note: The entire story is just a plea for Guanyu to secure a seat… In my previous fanfics, I didn't describe the reader's race or appearance, but in this one, the reader is at least depicted as someone who can speak Chinese. Enjoy:)

You first met Zhou Guanyu at the milk tea shop. London always attracts people from all over the world, so a handsome Asian boy wasn’t that surprising.

Until he hesitated for a long time without ordering and finally decided to ask if you could speak Chinese.

You said yes, and he breathed a sigh of relief. “Great,” he said, and then asked if you had any recommendations.

You recommended your favorite combo: brown sugar boba tea smoothie with less ice and half sugar. Based on your half-year experience working at the milk tea shop next door, you guaranteed that it’s the kind of “not too sweet dessert” that Chinese people would love.

He praised your recommendation and brought a friend with him the next day. It was a curly-haired boy with an Australian accent who insisted he was 1/16th Chinese. When you served them their drinks, both round faces looked up at you and said “thank you” in Chinese.

You had a rare chance to chat with them during your break in the afternoon and learned their names: Oscar and Zhou Guanyu. Zhou wrote his name on a napkin for you, explaining that “Guan” means champion and “Yu” means universe.

A universal champion. The typical East Asian desire for one’s son to become a big name seemed to carry a certain lightness in him. As you were lost in thought, he suddenly bowed his head toward you, which made you a bit nervous: Oh my Goddess, is he about to talk about unmet expectations or childhood trauma? Is this moving too fast? You pinched your thigh, trying to make your expression on your numb workaholic face look warm and understanding.

“Do you think this hat looks good?” He still had his head down, pointing to the racing car, bubble tea cup, and rabbit on his cap. “I designed it myself.”

Well, well, well.

“You’re a pretty good designer.”

“If I weren’t a racing driver, I’d want to be a designer.”

These two gentle-looking young men shyly told you that they were race car drivers, met on a French team, and now both lived in London. Zhou said he might invite you to watch one of their races someday. You realized they were likely some born with a silver spoon who were no longer satisfied with what money could buy and were drawn to the raw adrenaline rush of underground racing.

Yet you still exchanged phone numbers with Zhou and started casually dating. Most of the time, he’d come alone to your milk tea shop, order a drink, and chat with you if you weren’t busy. When you were busy, he once tried to help but ended up wasting a lot of ingredients, so you kicked him out of the bar counter.

However, his cooking was unexpectedly good. One evening, after you planned to watch a movie together, it naturally progressed to having a late-night snack at his apartment.

He skillfully started the fire, boiled water, and cooked noodles. He took some scallions from the fridge and evenly sprinkled them in the bowl. Just as the noodles in the pot were perfectly cooked, the boiling soup immediately scalded the scallions. He fried an egg to a golden hue in a pan. You took the steaming bowl of noodles, cradled it in your hands, and ate heartily at his dining table, asking why he wasn’t eating.

Sitting across from you, he rested his face on his hand, smiling slightly as he watched you. “I can’t eat late at night; I have to watch my weight.”

“But you drink bubble tea all the time?”

He hesitated for a moment, his smile deepening with an unusually sweet and direct statement: “Because I want to see you.”

You stood up, leaned over, and kissed him lightly.

Before summer arrived in London, you became his girlfriend. He would drive you to work while he was in town, using some lane-switching and drifting techniques if you overslept and were nearly late. This almost made you vomit your breakfast.

“It’s my fault,” he said, rubbing his hands, “in rush hour my skills are actually good. I’ll take you for a spin after work as an apology.

You wanted to ease the tension with a light-hearted joke, but his dark circles hinted that oversleeping was a shared responsibility.

In short, men may have an obsession with proving their “skills”. That night, he drove you home in an Alfa Romeo Giulia Quadrifoglio.

You never linked your boyfriend’s frequent trips with his racing career. In your mind, he was probably just an underground racer until he invited you to watch his race at Silverstone.

You listened in a daze as he rambled about how his request for a pass application was late and he couldn’t get you into the garage with his family, but he had bought you tickets for the whole event. Silverstone wasn’t far from London, and he really wanted you to support him.

“I’m almost a VIP at your shop; could you come and support me too?”

You thought about the countless silly questions you’d asked him about racing, which he had patiently answered, and it took a long time before you found your voice: “So you’re an F1 driver?”

“Yes.” He grinned, showing more than eight teeth, like a mischievous rabbit.

Neither of you expected Silverstone to unfold as it did.

After the cars passed through turn two, a red and white car — a car from Alfa Romeo — flashed by in an unusual posture. All you could see was George Russell jumping out of his Mercedes and running towards the trackside.

There was no broadcast footage.

You knew something major had happened. Soon, you confirmed it was Zhou’s name that quickly dropped in the standings on the screen.

Everyone in the stands took out their phones, trying to get the latest news from social media.

Your mind was blank. His name kept falling, and each drop tugged at your nerves. Fear overwhelmed you like a tidal wave: Will you lose him? In those few seconds, memories of him involuntarily flashed through your mind: how he spoke slowly, liked to hold your hand while walking, the thin calluses on his hands, and how he passionately and earnestly declared his love for bubble tea, racing, and you.

About half an hour later, the official broadcast resumed with video footage, and replayed recordings from various angles began to appear on the screens.

Zhou’s car had been hit by another car from the side and rear, causing it to flip over and slide along the track upside down for a long time, sparking and raising dust, heading toward the trackside barriers before a violent collision. This still didn’t stop the car, as the massive impact propelled it over the tire wall, hitting another higher barrier and getting wedged in the narrow space between the barrier and the grandstand.

The car was severely damaged, with wheels flying off and the intake duct worn flat.

Tears blurred your vision as you watched the big screen and couldn’t help but smile at the term intake duct which he had taught you.

News finally came from the control room that Zhou was conscious and undergoing further checks, and a round of applause erupted from the crowd.

Soon, you received a message from him: “I’m ok, sorry for worrying you.”

You looked at the white text box and couldn’t help but cry.

Soon, he sent another message: “Why are you leave me on read? :( I begged the PR for a long time to get my phone.”

“Babe? Are you mad at me? I’m really sorry.”

With trembling hands, you replied, “I love you.”

Later, you met him in the garage. He seemed fine, wearing his team gear and jeans, apparently unaffected by the incident. You felt your heart still racing, wondering how he remained so calm after such an event. He reached out and hugged you quietly. In that moment, all your thoughts vanished, and it was enough to be able to hold him.

Back in London, he asked if that “I love you” was due to the suspension bridge effect. You made yourself a bubble tea, bit into a pearl, and slowly said, “I don’t think so; I just regret not saying it sooner. Fortunately, it’s not too late.”

He reached out and held your hand. “I love you too.”

The F1 schedule didn’t give the drivers much time to rest. He was back on the track in Austria a week later. During his absence, you finally had time to seriously think about your relationship.

You always wanted a peaceful life, so how did you end up with an F1 driver who dragged you into his upside down, unpredictable world where every race start was an adrenaline-pumping adventure?

You liked him a lot, to the point of loving him, but you didn’t want to live a life full of uncertainty, constantly on edge and floating in a void, just for the sake of love. You imagined scenarios of breaking up and silently disappearing from his life, but when you opened your photo album and saw pictures of you two together, your emotions, which you had numbly suppressed for days, surged like a flood. You curled up on the bed, clutching his sweatshirt left behind at your place, and broke down in tears.

In the end, you couldn’t bring yourself to break up with him.

You made a phone call.

He understood your unease. He assured you he would be careful, that the FIA had comprehensive rules to ensure his safety, the halo, VSC, and ongoing updates to the car's crash structures.

You asked him why he didn’t become a designer instead. He thought for a moment and then said that the first time he watched an F1 race was at the 2004 Chinese Grand Prix in Shanghai. At that time, his parents didn’t know they needed a parking pass, so they had to park their car far away. Yet, the five-year-old him didn’t complain at all and walked almost an hour to watch the race.

For know his world better, one of your favorite pastimes was sitting on the sofa together under the same blanket, your legs draped over his, watching F1 races. Even though you still found driving in circles a bit dull, you had the world's cutest commentator right next to you.

He tried to help you understand team strategies and the differences between undercuts and overcuts, while you commented on how pretty Alpine's pink livery was, how beautiful the night view in Singapore looked, and how the aerial shots of the chase in Monaco seemed like they were straight out of a movie.

“If I were the FIA, I’d make all 24 races street circuits,” you said.

You watched as his eyes widened in surprise.

You then asked him if he wouldn’t want to race on the Shanghai Bund, with sparks flying against the dazzling Huangpu River nightscape. How romantic would that be?

He seemed to seriously consider this scenario, “I think I’d be happy just racing on the Shanghai circuit.”

In 2024, you and he returned to Shanghai. You thought there couldn’t be a more thrilling moment than this: the whole audience cheering for his every overtake, and after the race, when his car stopped at the starting grid, 200,000 people shouting his name, Zhou Guanyu, as if he really were the champion of the universe.

You thought that hometowns were always special. This boy, who had gone through many setbacks to stand here and remained calm and polite no matter what he faced, was in a way having a conversation with the younger version of himself, the boy who walked an hour just to watch an F1 race. It was both a "say hi" and a "see you later."

When you wiped away his tears, you thought to yourself that you might truly fall in love with this sport because of this boy.

He rarely drank bubble tea during the races. It wasn't until the summer break that he made himself a cup of brown sugar bubble milk tea smoothie with light ice and half sugar, but he still didn’t look particularly happy sitting by the window.

You asked him what was bothering him lately, saying that not even sugar could make him happy. You really weren't interested in racing, and the little attention you did pay was because he was racing. But you couldn’t stand seeing him unhappy.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally confided in you: “I might not be able to race in F1 next year.”

“What do you plan to do then?” you asked.

“I might become a reserve driver for a team or maybe switch to Formula E. You know, FE has a race in Shanghai, too, so I could still participate in my home race—” he tried to sound relaxed and forced a smile.

“But isn’t F1 the pinnacle of motorsport or something?” You knew that F1 had been his dream ever since he started karting, and choosing another series would be more about the profession and less about the dream.

“Yes, but two rookies are entering the starting line next year, and you know, the car's been struggling this year. I'm certainly not the best one out there—” he paused.

“Oh, don’t say that. Is there any way to secure your seat?”

“Unless the C44 suddenly becomes competitive and we start scoring points, or I get a big sponsor.” He wasn’t the type of driver to vent his frustrations on the team or the engineers. Even when talking to you, he would just say, “This car is way too slow”.

You tentatively asked, “Which option do you prefer?”

“The latter. It’s more realistic,” he replied patiently, as he always did.

You nodded, indicating that you understood, “I’m going to make a phone call.”

He seemed puzzled but didn’t question you. As the conversation progressed, you could see his eyes widening. Your words were filled with so many familiar yet strange terms.

“How can I buy a team? Yes, like Lawrence Stroll. Okay? Then sponsoring a driver shouldn’t be too difficult, right? Porsche? No F1 team, not happening. TotalEnergies? Citibank? Can’t you just buy me some Ferrari shares?”

After hanging up, you sat across from him, holding his hand.

“Sweetheart, take a deep breath. I know you have a lot of questions right now, but listen to me first. Tomorrow, my investment advisor will contact your team to offer you a sponsorship of around $10 million. More can be added if needed. They also hold some shares in TotalEnergies, not a lot, maybe about 8%, but I think it could help in talks with Alpine. If you want to drive a fast car, give them some time; we can acquire a team. Do you prefer a Mercedes engine or a Ferrari one?”

He followed your instructions and took a deep breath, then tried to remain calm as he asked, “Milk tea shop owner?”

You nodded, “That’s right.”

“A peaceful life?” His voice trembled a bit.

“Opening a milk tea shop is quite peaceful.” You smiled.

“Parents passed away?” He cautiously asked, trying to piece together a complete story.

“Correct, but they left me a trust fund.” You patted his hand to calm his nerves, “Are you happy? You’re going to have a seat. For many years to come. Even if you're not happy, it won’t help; you're set to race in F1.”

“You never told me you were so wealthy.” His voice finally carried a hint of disbelief.

“Well, you didn’t tell me you were an F1 driver at first, so we're even.”

“That’s different!” he protested loudly, which was rare for him.

“Didn’t you notice? I live quite well in London, open and close stores as I wish, go to your races whenever I want. How could I sustain my lifestyle without some savings?”

“We don’t call money that can buy an F1 team ‘some savings’. Anyway, I thought at most you owned this shop... No wonder you refused when I offered to invest.” He rarely complained, and you loved his subtle humor.

“Oh, I own the whole building, sweetheart.”

Your dream was to open a milk tea shop, and you achieved it long ago. Now, it was time to help your boyfriend fulfill his dream. You were content with that thought.

“As long as you don’t make all 24 races street circuits, I’ll agree to whatever you say.”

Many years later, when Zhou Guanyu was frequently scoring points, standing on podiums, and eventually winning a race, he would find himself in a daze: how did he become the driver with the most stable seat in the F1 paddock?

Many years later, you looked at the bustling crowd in the milk tea shop and complained to your husband sitting across from you, “Could you please stop recommending my milk tea shop to the fans? Where is my peaceful life?”

He pulled his hat down a little, didn't even look up as he continued scribbling and designing the new menu. “But the brown sugar boba tea smoothie is really delicious, babe.” he said.

Here's what I'm consumed with today. How much Carlos lost absolutely everything when he and TK broke up because everything good in his life is connected in some way to TK. He temporarily lost the person he loves but he lost so much more than that. Carlos has to live alone in the place that was supposed to be their home. He found a second father in Owen, who was there for him before his own father was, and that would've been gone after TK was gone. Carlos has a better relationship with his parents because of TK. He needed to hear them both say they're proud of him so much and he needed it for years and he finally got it from them both in connection to something that happened with TK, and now he has to distance himself from them because he has to lie to them about TK breaking up with him. Carlos probably liked his job better because there was always the chance he might run into TK, and now that's become something he dreads. All of his friends were TK's friends first, and Nancy keeps inviting him to hang with them because she's kind but how long realistically would she have kept asking when she knew he was gonna say no? Carlos needed community so badly and he got it because of TK and now that's gone. He gets Grace as a friend because of TK. He gets Paul, another queer person, as a friend because of TK. He gets to indulge in his love of cooking and feeding people because of TK, he would have started to resent cooking after TK was gone because there was no one for him to cook for. Literally everything good Carlos had in his life was connected in some way to TK and it's just all gone after they break up and I get so damn heartbroken thinking about how truly alone this soft man was.

princess treatment pt.3? with mbappé, richarlison, and erling haaland? :)

# PRINCESS TREATMENT 3! — footballers! (final!)

— SUMMARY: you show off the princess treatment you get from your footballers boyfriends! (part 1) (part 2)

CONTENT: fluff, footballers being simps, light jealousy, sensual themes, just cute stuff overall!

PARINGS: earling haaland x fem!reader, richarlison x fem!reader, oliver giroud x fem!reader

NOTE: someone asked for giroud content so I combined it with this lol! any examples of this do not represent of the body type, race or ethnicity of the reader! tysm for reading! 💕

RICHARLISON DE ANDRADE — dollar bills!

Recently you saw a trend on TikTok where girls would hold their hands out to their boyfriends, friends, brothers or literally anybody to see what they would do.

Richarlison was currently playing video games with his friends on FaceTime but fortunately you placed your camera in the room before he went in & you’ve been recording ever since.

You were holding your phone camera in your hand as discreetly as possible to not alert your boyfriend about the challenge your trying on him. “Baby? are you in here?” You peaked into his gaming room spotting him on his chair as he shouted at Neymar for something in among us.

Hearing your voice his head whipped around and he opened his arms signalling you to come over, you shuffled over giving him a hug as his head was pressed onto your stomach & hands were wrapped around your ass.

Once you both pulled away your challenge had begun as you stuck out your palm standing there with a bright smile, at first he hadn’t noticed anything as he turned back to the computer screen.

Until you were standing there for a good 30 seconds & he spun his head around to look at you quickly before looking back at the screen, he took his hand off the mouse taking your hand flipping it over to the backside of your hand & giving it a kiss.

He turned back to the screen until he realized you were still standing there; cheeky smile on your face palm still stuck out in-front of you, he chuckled as he dug through his pants pulling out his wallet.

“Richarlison? Are you still there?” Neymar called at alerting him that the new round had started.

“Yeah I’m here hold on.” He replied back as he fished through his wallet grabbing a huge stack of cashing & placing it in your hand along with his black card. “Happy?” He asked looking up at your face which was filled with surprise.

You hadn’t expected him to give you this much money let alone any at all as you assumed he’d just take your hand & place it on his private parts. You scoffed happily curling your fingers over the stack. “Definitely, but what will I even do with this much money?”

“Whatever you’d like baby, it’s all yours.” He answered turning his head back to the screen & unmuting himself on face-time. You gave him a quick kiss pulling his face towards you before walking away checking your phone to see if the footage was recorded.

You edited the video a little before posting it captioning it with: “HE’S SO SWEET 😭😭” Seconds later likes, comments & replies came flooding in about how Richarlison was the perfect boyfriend.

OLIVER GIROUD — first class!

“You’re so excited baby have you never flown out of the country?” Oliver chuckled watching you practically fly out of the valet car that was escorting you to the airport tarmac.

Ever since you complained about how you haven’t gone on a vacation in a while that very day Oliver booked your dream vacation paying for unnecessary expenses like tour guides & other things; as-long as it made you happy he thought.

“I have! I’ve never been to the Mal Dives though.” You answered pulling his arm to get him out of the car, you both didn’t need to worry about your luggage since Oliver paid for it to be flown before-hand.

“I’m coming babe hold on, you’re gonna rip my arm off.” Oliver laughed as he stepped out of the car turning his head to look at what you were staring at all starry eyed.

“Look, it’s a private jet. Just for the two of us.” You rambled on about the jet standing in-front of you both, you were used to Oliver spending a fortune on you whether it was cars, jewellery or even 1000 roses but a whole jet was much different.

“I know, do you like it?” He asked as he placed his hands in his pockets leaning back and forth between his heels and his toes. “Are you kidding? Who wouldn’t like this.” You laughed in disbelief.

“I’m glad you like it, c’mon baby let’s board the plane before they leave without us.” Oliver took your hand into his as he directed you towards the plane, you greeted the flight attendant who was waiting for you at the entrance as she guiding you both to your seats.

Once you both were settled in your chairs chatting happily about your upcoming adventures a flight attendant had came around with a cart filled with expensive looking drinks & desserts. “Champagne or Club Soda?” She asked with a smile.

“Champagne please, babe what about you?” You turned to look at your boyfriend who was staring at the window as he unconsciously caressed your knuckles with his thumb, you squeezed your hand bringing his attention back to you.

“Hmm? Oh, I’ll have whatever your having.” He leaned into kiss you on your cheek before turning to stare out the window again continuing to stroke your knuckles, you smiled turning back to the attendant,“2 Champagnes please.”

As the flight attended walked away Oliver noticed that you had a particularly slummed look on your face, you were just jumping around in joy so seeing you down worried him.“Are you okay?”

“Yep! Just thinking of what we’re gonna do when we get there.” You sent your signature “i’m fine” smile his way continuing you tap your feet against the empty seat right in-front of you as you looked back down to face your feet.

“You look worried though.” He let go of your hand using his freed hand to pull your face towards his forcing you to face him, seeing his eyes filled with concern made you sigh before continuing, “Yeah it’s just, how much was this trip?”

His face soften hearing what you we’re concerned about, you both had fight’s about money in the past & about how Oliver spent way to much money on pointless things,“Oh, don’t worry about that baby.”

“I have too, you can’t go broke because you wanna please me. I’ll be fine with whatever you provide.” You admitted in a quiet voice turning your head to face the window across from your aisle. “With my profession I’ll go broke the day you go bald.”

“What if I go Bald tomorrow?” You wanted to laugh at his joke but it was quite hard knowing you really could go bald tomorrow & Oliver could become broke, after all nobody knows what could happen.

“You wouldn’t, what I’m trying to say is. I spend this money to make you smile, whether it’s a large purchase or small it’s for you. In this case; a private jet just for my princess.”

Hearing your boyfriend be so adamant about you spending his money & not thinking of you as a sugar baby or a gold digger relieved you greatly. Yes, you both were dating but you weren’t a mind reader, for all you know he could be planning to kill you.

“Alright then, on that note; I could get used to this. Fast.” You pushed your insecure thoughts to the side as you settled into your seat properly reclining the seat, feeling in all the luxuries to the max. He chuckled at your childishness as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder pulling you in.

“Get used to it baby, you’re stuck with me, my jet & my money forever.”

ERLING HAALAND — giant teddybear!

“I told you not to eat so many sweets before went on the ride, no wonder you almost threw up.” Your boyfriend reminded you as he leaned over helping you walk throughout the winter carnival without collapsing.

Seeing that his good friend Jude had gone recently to the Winter Wonderland you decided it be good for the both of you to go as well, until it wasn’t. It was either Erling was too tall for some of the rides or you chickened out just looking at it.

But seeing as you were low-key being a party pooper for your boyfriend who you basically forced to come to the attraction you decided to go onto the wildest ride there was available; bad, bad idea.

Erling had bought you almost every single foot item you looked at for to long filling your stomach much faster than you’d like, by the 4th taco you ate you were ready to unbutton your pants & burst.

“It was fun wasn’t it though?” You groaned out patting the shoulder of your boyfriend signalling him to slow down as you felt as if you were going to barf, he slowed down waiting for you to gain your composure.

Seeing as you took a little longer than usual he bent down pulling your body on his back giving you a piggyback ride, you on the other hand smirked into his back tucking your legs around his waist. “All apart of my plan.” You muttered into his neck taking in his scent.

“Did you say something?” Erling asked as he begun to walk passing by multiple food-stalls that just the smell of the food made you sick, you wrapped your arms around his neck & placed your head in the crook of his collarbone.

“Nope! Nothing! Don’t worry about it baby.” You whispered into his ear closing your eyes in the process, as Erling walked past multiple stalls you closed your eyes feeling peaceful almost falling asleep till you jolted up after feeling as if you were falling.

As you opened your eyes you looked around seeing that the entrance was just a few miles away, something also caught your eye; a stand with gigantic teddy bears. “Baby?”

“Hmm?” he hummed, waiting for you to say what you needed.

“Can you win that for me before we leave?” You asked him patting his shoulder to get him to slow down so he didn’t walk right by the stand.“Win what?”

“The giant teddy bear.” You slid down his back and turned towards the stall pointing to the humongous teddy bears.

“You’re such a child, fine.” Erling walked towards the stand grabbing a few of the tennis balls on the desk as he backed away throwing them at the targets scoring on each one of them.

The man at the stall handed him a giant pink bear almost the size of you leaving Erling to walk back to you giant big bear in hand stupid grin on his face, you took the bear out of his hand giving it a big squeeze. “Thanks baby.”

“What should I name him?” You asked as you both continued to walked towards the exits hand in hand, hearing that Erling turned to you looking at you weirdly, “You name your teddy bears?”

“Of course! Since you won him for me I’ll name him, Erlie.” You smiled at him squeezing his hand, Erling chuckled at your ridiculous as he bent down to give you a kiss on your forehead.

“You’re too cute, but Erlie is a horrible nickname love. Makes him sound like an old man.”

Valentine's Day | CS 55

carlos sainz x fem!reader

warn: smut, 18+, cosplay, fluff

happy belated valentine day!!! I hope you like it!!!

It was Valentine's Day, and Y/N had something fun planned for Carlos. A little game, just to keep things interesting. Sitting on the couch, she held up two folded pieces of paper, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

“Alright, Mr. Sainz,” she teased, wiggling the papers in front of him. “You get to pick one. Your fate for the night lies in your hands.”

Carlos narrowed his eyes, already suspicious. “What’s the catch?”

"No catch," Y/N hums, "but I will say… one of these is your favorite thing ever."

Carlos’ grin widens. That piques his interest. He loves games, especially when Y/N is the one making the rules. So, with zero hesitation, he picks a paper and unfolds it dramatically. His eyes scan the words for a split second before his entire face lights up like a damn Christmas tree.

"Erotic massage?" He reads out loud, voice practically dripping in excitement. Then he looks up at her, eyes sparkling.

“NO WAY.” Carlos shot up from his couch so fast it scraped against the floor. “EROTIC MASSAGE? BABE, ARE YOU FOR REAL?”

Carlos didn’t even try to hide his excitement. “I LOVE THIS GAME. I LOVE VALENTINE’S DAY. I LOVE YOU.”

Y/N barely held in her laughter, watching him short-circuit from sheer joy.

Then, before Y/N could react, he darted over to her side of the table, grabbed her waist, and buried his face in her neck.

“Carlos—” She shrieked between laughs as he inhaled deeply, arms wrapping around her like he was trying to merge their souls.

“Mmm.” He let out a dramatic sigh. “I knew you smelled like love.”

She smacked his arm, trying to push him off. “You’re such a weirdo.”

“A weirdo who’s about to get the massage of his life,” he shot back, finally pulling away, though his hands lingered on her waist.

“Wait… what was the other option?”

“Romantic dinner at a fancy restaurant.”

Carlos blinked. “Pfft.” Then he grinned, practically giddy. “I won. This is a jackpot.”

“Now…” His lips curled into a smirk. “You need to get ready. And you better look sexy.”

YN crossed her arms, pretending to be unimpressed. "Wow. I feel so respected right now."

Carlos held both hands up innocently. "Hey, I’m just saying! You’re the professional here, I’m just the lucky customer. But carinõ I suggest it. Strongly." He winked before heading to the bathroom, already humming a happy little tune under his breath.

****

Carlos emerged from the bathroom, fresh from his shower, wrapped in a fluffy white bathrobe. He was expecting Y/N to be waiting for him, but he wasn't expecting this.

His brain? Instantly fried.

There she was—standing near the bed, dressed in the outfit. The kind that should be illegal because holy hell.

Carlos stopped mid-step, jaw going slack.

No words. Just pure, unfiltered admiration. His eyes dragged over every inch of her, taking in the way the fabric hugged her body, the way her curves were on full display.

He swallowed hard. “Babe.”

Y/N tilted her head, amused. “Yeah?”

“You look…” He let out a slow breath, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe it. “Unreal. Like, actually not real. Are you real or its just a dream?”

She smirked, walking toward him with slow, teasing steps. “You like?”

Carlos just nodded, his gaze never leaving her. Then, suddenly—

Smack.

Y/N let out a small gasp as Carlos landed a firm slap on her ass, the sound sharp in the quiet room.

“Carlos!” She shot him a glare, but he was grinning—and before she could step away, his hand grabbed her ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

“Mmm,” he hummed, looking way too pleased with himself. “Yeah. Yeah. This is gonna be a great Valentine’s Day.”

Y/N swatted his hand away, her face slightly heated. “Behave.”

Carlos just smirked. “No promises.”

Still grinning, he moved toward the bed and flopped down dramatically, spreading his arms. “Alright, Miss Masseuse. Time for my treatment.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but played along, stepping closer. “You need to take off your robe.”

Carlos, still lying back, smirked up at her. “I’m the customer, right?”

“Yeah?”

His smirk deepened. “Then shouldn’t you be the one taking this off?” He tugged at the edge of his robe, eyes gleaming with mischief.

Y/N sighed. “You’re such a menace.”

Carlos reached for her wrist, pulling her closer until she was practically straddling him. His fingers trailed over her skin, his touch warm and slow. “And you love it.”

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A quick glance of his naughty gaze runs down Y/N's gorgeous body, then his long legs step onto the bed, quickly changing his mobile phone mode to do not disturb.

When Y/N helps him to take off his bathrobe, his big dick isn't fully erected, but it's already quite hard. With just a little touch or kiss, that fat shaft will be fully hard.

Carlos lifts Y/N chin with his finger, then uses it to gently crush her lips.

"Are you ready?"

"I am."

Her knees sank into the hollow of the mattress as he mounted her. Carlos positioned himself in the centre, on his back. He folded his arms under his head.

YN picked up the bottle of sweet almond oil that she often used to massage her husband, and Carlos used to massage Y/N.

Carlos looked at Y/N with admiration in his eyes. Y/N always knows the massage techniques and pressure that Carlos prefers. Not wanting to waste any more time, Y/N started from his calves.

Carlos' calves were hard and muscular—his entire body had muscles that were evenly toned. If it's too soft, Y/N knows he can't feel the benefits. Y/N had to be smart to manage her energy. Usually, Carlos praised the skill of his wife's hands in relaxing his muscles.

Carlos gently strokes Y/N thighs as her gentle hands begin to rise to his waist and stomach—Y/N pretends not to notice Carlos' pre-ejaculated cock.

Without Y/N knowing, Carlos yanked off the back ribbon of her clothes. Her bare boobs were bouncing right in front of his eyes. Carlos, already super turned on, remembered something he wanted to try.

"Use your feet, carinõ."

"Hmm? Are you sure?" Y/N asked, tilting her head.

"Yeah. Let's try something new."

Y/N scooted a bit closer, still holding onto Carlos's thighs. Then, carefully and a bit nervously, she pressed her feet against his rock-hard dick.

"Nghh, fuck. That's good, carinõ."

"hmm?"

"It feels really good, baby."

Slowly, Y/N started playing with Carlos's dick with her soft feet. Well, she started enjoying it too.

Carlos's wild moans, his messy face lost in pleasure, and his begging for Y/N to keep going got her all hyped up.

"You've awakened something in me, Y/N."

"Mmmh," you moaned, licking your lips, also enjoying the sensation of Carlos's dick between your feet.

Carlos's pre-cum dripped down his shaft, slightly lubricating your movements. It tickled. Y/N should have been able to control herself a bit. But Carlos's sensual groans made her so horny, her pussy was already wet.

"You're wet, hmm? Your juices are soaking my thighs."

"Y-yeah, Carlos. Hngh."

"Suck me, now."

Y/N let go of her foot grip and moved to suck Carlos's dick. Her husband, breathing heavily with his chest rising and falling fast, was just as excited as Y/N. Her skilled fingers matched the veins popping out on his cock.

"Get my cock up, Y/N. You're so eager to get fucked, aren't you?"

"Aaa, Carlos!" Y/N's face turned red and hot. Carlos was too good at reading her.

"Look, who's the one who started it, who can't wait."

Carlos pulled his wife's hand. "Come and claim your prize."

btw I'm not really good at making warnings, so let me know if I'm missing anything! thank you! 🤍

Happy Simi day!

bonus:

"I promised Kimi that one day I would beat him [at badminton]. We're both getting older. I'm eight years younger than him, so at the latest when he's really old and I'm just a younger old man, I'll beat him in that game." - Seb, 2008

"He said to me that he is gonna beat me when I get older, but so far it hasn't happened." - Kimi, 2021

Two Stephens

+18 Smut (Ménage a trois, baby!)

Pairing: Supreme!Strange x Fem!Reader / Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis:  When a spell goes wrong you and Stephen are throwed into another universe and end up needing the help of another Stephen Strange and things get a little intense between the three of you.

Word Count: 4,900k

Warnings: Ménage a trois (Vaginal and anal sex, DP, Oral sex with male and female receiving, Masturbation with male and female receiving.)

Writer Note: I needed to get this fantasy out of my head and I ended up being quite satisfied with the result. This is totally filthy. you are welcome ;)

As usual I would like to remind you that english is not my first language so will probably have some grammatical mistakes here and there but I hope it doesnt spoil your experience.

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“Okay, this is the worst day of my life, Strange and you will have to compensate me for all this mess.”

Strange held out his hand to you helping you up.

“Let's find a way to get back home first.”

You sighed looking around. You were on top of the roof of a building and you could take a good look at the city of NY from that universe. It was different. More alive, with much more greenery and flowers and even the smell of the air was better. No pollution or smell of factory smoke.

“I could get used to living here”  You said sighing and Strange rolled his eyes. Of all the people in the world he could be lost with in another universe with no idea how to get back home, you were the last one he would choose. Wong insisted on saying that the problem he had with you came from a repressed feeling, but he couldn't imagine feeling anything for you at all. You were irritating, petulant, and although very pretty, you were definitely not a good company.

You felt your stomach churning, but you took a deep breath, doing your best not to throw up.  “Okay, what's the plan?”

He was silent for a second.

“Strange, tell me you have a plan.”

“Maybe I’ll have one if you just shut up for a minute and let me think.”

You crossed your arms in annoyance “We're in NY. There must be a Sanctum here.”

He shook his head “Great deduction.”

You rolled your eyes “Maybe if we find the Sorcerer Supreme of this universe he can help us find a way to get back to ours.”

He thought for a moment looking at you “Maybe there is another me in this universe.”

You sighed “I'm praying we’ll find the Ancient One or Wong. I couldn't handle two of you.”

You walked the streets slowly, being surprised by the small differences between the universes. Here, for example, people walked in red instead of green, which made you almost get run over if he didn't pull you at the right time.

"Watch out" he said gruffly.

“Just for the record, this is all your fault!”  You replied back in the same tone “If I die I will come back to haunt you!”

He looked at you offended “How is this my fault?”

“Are you really going to pretend it wasn't your spell that went wrong and caused all this?”  You sighed irritably as you crossed another street “Just to remind you, I warned you not to do this damn forgetting spell. You never listen to anyone, Strange.”

“I was trying to help the kid! I know it's hard for you to have empathy for people, but he's suffered too much.”

“Okay, and I imagine he must be better now with all those villains loose there and both of us missing. How do you think he's handling it all by himself?!”

He did not answer. Strange was feeling tired and guilty. He was also worried about Parker and what might happen to him and you seemed to enjoy putting salt in the wound. He didn't know why you hated him so much, but it was exhausting to be around you for more than an hour and he was already around you for a long time. He just wanted to get home as soon as possible.

You finally arrived at the Sanctum Sanctorum and hesitated a little to knock on the door, but before you could knock the door opened by itself and you entered revealing a slightly more beautiful and well-kept hall.

“Hello” Strange called in the empty hall and then a familiar and annoying voice answered.

“What... How did you get here?”

You turned on your heel in time to see the man in a blue tunic coming down the stairs.

“Oh for God's sake!”  You complained

Strange stared at the other Strange coming towards him. It was exactly like him, except he didn't have a goatee and wore a blue tunic and a blue cloak.

“I'm sorry for entering like that”  Your Strange said “We are looking for the Sorcerer Supreme of this universe.”

The other Strange looked at the two of you curiously “Well now you find him. How can I help you?”

You couldn't help but notice the weird way that Strange was looking at you, as if he knew you.

You sat in the hall by the fire and he poured you a cup of tea and waited for you to explain how you got there.

“So let me get this straight”  He said placing the empty cup on the coffee table “You used a forgetting spell to help your friend escape the persecution he was suffering, but somehow the spell went wrong and caused cracks in the fabric of reality opening rifts between universes?”

Strange nodded feeling ashamed before himself “It was a stupid mistake on my part. I could have fixed it, but the kid...”

“Now you want to blame a teenager for your mistakes, Strange?”  You said irritated “Who understand the dangers, him or you?”

The other Strange looked at the two of you and smiled at you. A kind of smile you weren't used to seeing on your Strange. “I always knew that one day I would meet visitors from other universes, but I never dreamed of meeting a variant of myself and [Y/N]”

You stared at him in surprise “Do you know me?”

He nodded “Well, let's say so.”

Your Strange looked at you both curiously noticing the way the other Strange looked at you.

“Sorry, but what are you two to each other in this universe?”

Strange smiled, looking away from you and you felt your face heat up.

“We never decided that, actually.” He replied “Anyway, I haven't seen her in years. She's married and living out of the country from what I heard.”

You nodded, relieved to know that there was no way you could run into a version of yourself in that universe.

“I ask you the same question.”

Strange looked at you sighing “She is a student at Kamar Taj. One of my most powerful and intelligent students. No less irritating.”

You stared at Strange in surprise that he had said something positive about you.

The other Strange sighed “Well, if there is a rift between the universes as you say, I believe it's not impossible to return home, but first we have to find a way to fix this mess before other visitors start arriving from other universes.”

Strange agreed “I know I have no right to ask this, but I need your help.”

The other Strange looked at you again with that interested look and then smiled getting up and offering his hand to your Strange.

“I'll help you, Stephen. Besides, I would do anything [Y/N] asked me to.”

You felt your face getting red as you watched the two Stephens holding hands and it really did look like a vision from hell to you. Or, if you were going to accept that you had feelings for Strange that you never let on, then that would be a vision of paradise. A highly distorted paradise stemming from some forbidden fantasy.

You sighed getting up “Sorry, is there a bathroom I can use? Long day!”

Strange nodded “Of course. I imagine you know the Sanctum. You can have one of the guest rooms tonight. Make yourself at home!”

You agreed, turning your back on both of them as quickly as possible and walking away from that environment that suddenly felt inappropriate when added to your thoughts.

Strange noticed that the other Strange didn't take his eyes off you and noticing something inside him not liking it. It was almost as if he was jealous. But of course it couldn't be that, it was ridiculous.

“I presume you want to rest as well, maybe take a shower. There's not much we can do tonight. Tomorrow morning we'll find a way to send you home. The sooner you return, the less chance of an incursion.”

Strange looked at him confused “Incursion?”

“That's what happens when one universe collides with another. We don't want something like that to happen to our universes so, as amazing as it is to meet you, I'm inclined to get rid of you as soon as possible.”

Strange nodded “Of course. Yeah... thanks for the hospitality.”

The other Strange smiled “I presume you would do the same for me. After all, if we could't help ourselves, what kind of Doctor Strange would we be?”

Strange nodded and was leaving the room when the other Strange spoke again.

“You and [Y/N]... is there nothing between you?”

Strange didn't understand the reason for the question and again noticed that irritating feeling of jealousy invading him.

“She clearly likes you...” He smirked “us... that's why I'm asking.”

“And why do you want to know?”

Strange sighed “Because it would be quite an incursion!”

Strange gritted his teeth, but shrugged. “I doubt she likes us that way. Believe me, that woman hates me, she makes my life a hell all the time!”

Strange chuckled “Some would say there is a thin line between love and hate. Maybe we're somewhere in between.”

Strange shook his head “As long as she agrees, do as you please!”

Strange nodded.

You took a shower and looked out the window at the streets of NY bathed in lights. Tiredness hitting you like lightning.

You weren't content to wear the same clothes, but for lack of anything else to wear you stuffed yourself inside your pair of jeans and white long-sleeved blouse. A knock on the door took you by surprise.

“Come in” You said while drying your hair. The Strange of that universe entered the room in his glorious blue tunic and blue cloak.

“I hope you are well accommodated”  He smiled “Me and your Stephen agreed that I will help you both to return to your universe tomorrow. Tonight you must rest. You're safe here.

You felt your heart racing and you looked away from the intense way he was looking at you.

“Yeah...thanks, Strange.”

He nodded “You can call me Stephen if you want to”  He said taking a step towards you and getting dangerously close to you “We were very close.”

You nodded, swallowing your saliva “Thank you, Stephen.”

He smirked “The last time we saw each other you told me that you loved me. If I remember correctly, you said you loved me in every universe”  He said touching your face and as strange as that was, you couldn't pull away. “I think this is a great opportunity to test that.”

He touched your lips with his thumb, forcing them to part.

“Of course, if you're as interested in finding out as I am.”

He came closer and kissed your lips lightly. Just a touch of lips, watching your reactions. You sighed, all the feelings you felt for him that you had hidden for so long now surfacing and overwhelming you. You knew it was wrong, but for that moment you couldn't care less.

He smiled as if reading your thoughts and took you in his arms kissing you intensely. The cloak fell from his shoulders and flew out of the bedroom.

You were lost in his arms when you heard the sound of footsteps that stopped at the door.

Strange stepped away from you and you stared at your Strange standing in the door looking at the scene with an expression you didn't know if it was anger, surprise or desire.

“Stephen, I was saying to [Y/N] that the last time I saw her in this universe she told me that she loved us in every universe, what do you think about testing this theory?”

Strange stared at the two of you. The arrogant way his variant referred to you, as if he knew you so much better than he did, made him jealous and he couldn't hide anymore that all the irritation he felt when you were around masked a feeling much stronger than he could have imagined. The fact that such feeling was so strong that existed in other universes only made him more sure of how real it was and seeing that variant kissing and touching you made him want to do the same. You were his after all.

He entered the room and the other Strange stepped away watching as he took his hand to the back of your neck and pulled you to his lips. You moaned softly in surprised but wrapped your arms around his neck and let him deepen the kiss, sucking your tongue with desperate desire. You pulled back for breath and opened your eyes to see the other Strange looking at the two of you with lust.

Your Strange stepped back cupping your face in his hands

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

You faced the other Strange who was waiting anxiously for your answer.

“Fuck this! Yes.”

You said launching yourself into the arms of the other Stephen, delighting in his lips while your Stephen approached you from behind kissing your shoulder and moving his lips to your neck. You moved away from the lips of one Stephen to surrender to the lips of the other, taking turns between their mouths, the contrast between the smooth face and the goatee was interesting and you were not at all in the mood to choose which was better. You wanted both.

The bedroom door closed with a slight movement of the other Stephen's hand and you heard the latch click.

Your Stephen ran his hands down your back holding your blouse and pulling it over your head and throwing it to the floor. He placed open-mouthed kisses on your bare shoulder and pressed you against his body so you could feel his shaft under his clothes.

The other Stephen caressed your breast over your bra and not satisfied pulled it down revealing your naked skin, the cold air making your nipple harden. He brought his lips to it sucking, his other hand caressing your other breast.

A low moan escaped your lips and your Stephen reached for your hand placing it on his shaft so that you could feel the state you had left him in. He buried his face between your neck and your shoulder, you tilted your head to create more room for him and he took a light bite of your neck, his goatee making your skin shiver, your hand gripped his cock over his clothes. God, it was huge.

The other Stephen lifted his lips to yours again, his hands going down to your pants unbuttoning the buttons and pulling them down, reaching down to help you get your feet over them. He turned his lips to your breasts as he brought a hand gently down between your legs, stroking through your panties.

You felt your entire body tremble at that touch. Your hand struggling to free your Stephen from all that clothing as he continued the assault on your neck.

He unbuckled his belt, getting rid of some of his clothing, leaving only his pants and boots. You moaned softly as the other Stephen slipped his hand inside your panties caressing your clit with his trembling fingers and taking one finger inside you.

“Oh look at that, she's completely wet, Stephen. And its all for us.”

You moaned in agreement putting your hand inside your Stephen's pants and finally taking his cock and releasing it. He was hard, full of visible veins, a fat, pink head, and the tip was wet with precum. You held him tight in your hand moving up and down jerking him.

“Oh fuck, baby, do you really want me that way? Why didn't you tell me before?”

"Shut up, Stephen" You said feeling your face blushing and pulling him to your lips as you stroked his cock and moved your hips against the other Stephen's skillful fingers. The wet noise his fingers made inside you was obscene.

“God, Stephen, this is so good!”

He chuckled kneeling on the floor, lifting one of your legs and placing it over his shoulder. He pulled your panties to the side and licked all the way from your entrance to your clit.

Your entire body shook and you moaned loudly, increasing the strength and speed with which you jerked your Stephen.

“Is it good?”  He asked biting his lip to contain his own moans “Tell me how it feels with his mouth sucking you like that?”

You moaned “It feels good, Stephen. Really good.”

He growled impatiently “I want your mouth. I want to fuck that dirty mouth of yours until you confess that you always wanted me to fuck you. How does that sound to you? Good?”

You nodded, moaning loudly as the other Stephen stuck one more finger inside you and fucked you with them while sucking your clit. You brought your other hand to his head, grabbing his hair.

“Fuck Stephen you do it so good.”

He smiled satisfied looking at you. His smooth face all red and wet with your juices. “Yeah? How about letting your Stephen have a taste on you? Do you want this, Stephen?”

Your Stephen groaned impatiently “Fuck yes.”

Stephen pulled away taking your hand and pulling you onto the bed. “Lie down, honey.”

You obeyed, laying down leaning against the pile of pillows. Your Stephen got rid of his clothes and climbed onto the bed coming towards you. He brought his hands to your panties, taking them off and throwing them on the floor and your legs dangled to the sides. He bit his lip seeing you fully open to him. Your little cunt swollen and wet. He couldnd believe that was really happening.

“Stephen, please... I need you to touch me.”

He brought his fingers up your slit feeling how wet you were and opened the folds of your clit before diving there, flicking his tongue in your bundle of nerves making you twitch and moan.

The other Stephen smirked satisfied watching the two of you. It was beyond any dream he could conjure up seeing himself sucking you like that, it made him extremely hard.

He unbuckled his belt and got out of his clothes leaving only his boxers and climbed onto the bed kneeling beside you and taking your hand and placing at his cock over his boxer. You bit your lips caressing over the fabric, then you reached inside and took it out, stroking quickly.

"God, Stephen you are so big"

“Yeah? You like it? Put it in your mouth, honey. I want this wonderful mouth around my big cock.”

You moaned as Stephen placed three fingers inside you, fingering you intensely as he sucked on your clit making a delicious sucking noise.

You jerked him a couple of times and spat on him spreading your spit around him and only then your putted him in your mouth going as far as you could without gagging.

Stephen moaned loudly “Oh shit honey, your mouth feels so good wrapped around my cock like that.”

You hummed contentedly by moving your hips to get as much friction as possible from your Stephen's mouth as his fingers fucked you.

You took his cock out of your mouth and went back to spitting on him jerking him quickly. He held your hair, pulling it lightly.

“You do it so well, [Y/N]. I missed that. I missed you.”

You nodded knowing too well he wasn't talking about you, but it was all so confusing right now, you didn't really care.

Stephen raised his lips kissing your belly and breasts and took his hand to your chin pulling you off the other Stephen's cock to kiss him.

You kissed him, tasting you from his mouth and moaning between his lips.

“You taste so good, baby. I could eat you like this forever.”

You sighed into his lips as you continued to jerk the other Stephen making a wet noise.

“I want to taste you Stephen. Let me suck your cock too. Let me show you how much I care about you, how much I've always cared.”

He groaned, sitting up in bed.

The other Stephen cupped your chin kissing you. You got down on all fours and took Stephen's cock in your hand and spat on it stroking it quickly, squeezing it and fucking it with your hand.

He moaned loudly “Please baby, put it in your mouth. I want to fuck your mouth.”

You complied by sucking it willingly. Licking the tip and going as far as you could, relaxing your mouth until the tip hit the back of your throat.

“Fuck baby, you do it so perfectly. You’re so good”

The other Stephen caressed your ass cheeks and you felt his fingers penetrating you.

“You are dripping wet honey. So warm. I wanna put my cock inside you. Can I? Say yes please. Let me fuck you while you suck his cock.”

"Yes, Stephen"

You said feeling his tip rubbing at your entrance. You moved your hips against him, wanting him to enter you at once.

“Honey you are so needy.”

He spat on his hand, bringing the saliva to the tip of his cock and then positioned it at your entrance, penetrating you with a single thrust. You moaned loudly as his cock stretched you and you kept your Stephen's cock in your mouth sucking him fast while your hand caressed his balls.

“Oh shit, honey you are so tight. Your fucking little cunt is so tight. I love it.”

You moaned in approval as he fucked you with quick, intense thrusts. Both hands gripping your hips, squeezing and pulling you against his thrusts and going so deep it made your whole body shake.

Stephen pulled your hair out of your face and kept it in his hand in a ponytail so he could get a good view of your mouth swallowing his cock. You kept forcing him down your throat, going so deep that your nose brushed his pubic hair, your hand gripping his balls and massaging them.

“Baby you suck my cock so good. Why have you never sucked my cock before? Isn't that what you wanted all along?”

You hummed taking his cock out of your mouth coughing and gagging. Saliva dripped from your mouth in a thick tread between your mouth and the tip of his cock. Tears streaming from your eyes. You moaned loudly feeling each wonderful thrust while the other Stephen fucked you at such a fast and intense pace.

He pulled you to his lips kissing you and then pulled you off the other Stephen's and into his lap.

“It's my turn” He said turning your back to him while you put your leg through his legs. You held his cock helping him to penetrate you and supported yourself on your legs to ride him, but Stephen couldn't give up control. He slipped his hands under your thighs, holding your weight and forcing his hips against you, fucking you at his own fast, intense pace.

He moaned loudly “Baby, your cunt feels so good on my cock.”

The other Stephen got up standing on the bed and came over so you could suck his cock. You kept both hands busy behind your back resting on Stephen's chest, so he put his hands in your hair holding it and forcing your head against his cock making you swallow it.

“Fuck, honey, you're being so nice to us. I bet you never dreamed of having two Stephens in bed with you, did you?”

He held your chin taking his cock out of your mouth and you took the opportunity to breathe. He was right. You never dreamed something like that could happen.

You shook your head no and he placed his cock in your mouth sideways forcing it against your cheek and pulling it out with a delicious popping noise. He repeated it a few times moaning and then grunted impatiently "Fuck this Stephen, If we're going to do this, we're going to do it right.”

He pulled you off your Stephen and made you lie on your side, your head positioned at the perfect height so you could suck your Stephen.

He lay down right behind you running his hand through your slit collecting as much of your slick and dragging it to your other entrance.

He spat into his hand, bringing the saliva to his cock and placing the tip on your ass. He pushed slowly and you twitched insecurely.

“It's okay honey, I know how to do it. I won't hurt you. Just relax, okay? Trust me.”

You did as he asked and tried to relax. He pulled your thigh, bending your leg so that it was in the best position for him to penetrate you from behind and slowly he was putting it on.

Your Stephen held all your hair in his hand forcing you against his cock. He moaned loudly, enjoying the wonderful flutter in your throat as you moaned into his cock while the other Stephen fucked you.

Stephen really knew how to deal with you, he didn't hurt you and with patience you felt his whole cock inside you in that wonderful new way.

“Honey, you can handle my cock so well. Tell me when I can move.”

You moaned, moving your hips against him and he smiled satisfied, starting to move slowly at first and then increasing his speed until he found a slow but intense pace and little by little you got used to being fucked like that, the new pleasure revealing itself with each thrust.

Stephen pulled you lightly by the hair taking the cock out of your mouth and moaning satisfied “Look at you baby. Are you really letting him fuck your ass? Tell me, does it feel good?”

You moaned and he bent down to kiss your lips “Use your words, baby. Tell me how it feels.”

“It feels good, Stephen. It feels good to have him fucking my ass. I've never felt anything like this before.”

He smiled satisfied “I wanna have your ass too, baby. Will you let me fuck your ass?”

You nodded and the other Stephen stepped back sitting on the bed leaning against the headboard.

“Come here honey, let me fuck your little cunt so he can fuck your ass. What do you think? Is not what you wanted? Two Stephens fucking you?”

You moaned and shaked your head yes, sliding your leg through his thighs and positioning him at the entrance of your pussy.

Your Stephen waited for your answer.

“Come here Stephen. I want you to fuck my ass. I want to have both inside me fucking me at the same time. My two Stephens.”

He groaned as he positioned himself behind you and placed his cock at the entrance of your ass and slowly pushed until he was fully inside you and moaned at the feel of your tight ass squeezing his cock and you have never felt so full.

“Oh my god, you both feel so good fucking me at the same time. Fuck yeah, I love it. Just keep fucking me like that, just like that baby. I feel so full, so full. Oh my god.”

You leaned on the other Stephen's shoulders kissing him passionately as you moved on his cock getting as much friction as possible on your clit.

At the same time your Stephen was holding your hair tightly fucking you from behind and turning your face so you could kiss him while he fucked you.

It didn't take long for you to feel your climax building deep in your belly. Even that felt different because you felt so full with them both inside you like that.

“Oh my god you gonna make me cum.”

The other Stephen moaned loud “Fuck honey, cum on my cock while he fuck your ass.”

You didn't need anything else, your entire body convulsed on top of him as your Stephen fucked your ass and no words came out of your mouth, just a loud moan and you collapsed on the other Stephen's chest.

Your Stephen pulled away holding his cock and jerking off “I am gonna cum, baby. Where do you want me?”

You moaned, bending down to take him in your mouth in time to feel the hot load of cum flooding your mouth. He moaned loudly as you sucked every drop until he was completely dry. He pulled you to his lips kissing you and then collapsing on the bed.

The other Stephen handed his cock in your hand and you took it in your mouth sucking it and jerking him, feeling him throbbing and twitching.

“Honey I'm gonna fill your mouth too.”

You moaned in approval as the hot liquid flooded your mouth and you swallowed it all. It had exactly the same taste. You licked him until he was completely clean.

He sat on the bed panting running his hand through his hair wet with sweat and then he smiled getting up and with a gesture of his hand he was fully dressed.

He came around the bed and pulled you in for one last kiss

“I was right. You do love me in every universe.”

You nodded watching as he left the room and closed the door behind him.

Your Stephen sat up in bed and held your hand “Are we going to talk about this or...”

You sighed feeling the tiredness hit your body “We will, but not today. Today we're just going to sleep”

You said and he nodded, lying down on the bed and you lay on his chest, snuggling your arm across his belly and soon you both fell asleep.

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The Rookie Wins

Haas team, general  f1 x reader

Summary: y/n is a rookie to F1 signing with Haas but under FIA rules, they weren’t allowed to state a woman was driving in F1, for fear of public reaction to them allowing a woman race, but what happens when Gunther doesn’t care.

warnings: none. (Maybe a swear word?), sexism.

Word count: 2231 words

Authors note: The only note here will be that my toxic trait is thinking I’d be able to win an F1 grand prix while never ever having driven an F1 car before and being scared of driving too fast.

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2 days before your first Grand Prix

“Okay, so here are the rules Princess, no one can find out that you’re a woman, the FIA is willing to make the announcement at a later date maybe, depending on your performance” Gunther, your team principle explained to you, a few days before your first ever Grand Prix weekend.

“Gunther, there are no words to express how many times you have explained this to me” you pointedly said, staring at Gunther.

“I just need you to know that it’s not because I don’t believe in you, if I didn’t, you wouldn’t be part of my team. I think the rule is just as unfair and sexist as anyone, but we play by their rules and then prove why you deserve to be here yes?” Gunther replied softly, stopping everything he was doing to look at you, to make sure you knew exactly how serious he was.

“Yes boss, trust me, I’m going to do you proud” you smiled at the team principle.

Qualifiers

Having to hide in your drivers room, kitted out in full racing gear was getting tiresome and hot, how long were you going to have to do this? As you paced up and down your drivers room, getting more and more frustrated at this stupid rule imposed on you, forcing you to hide from other teams, media and drivers,  your trainer knocked on your door to let you know it was time to begin qualifiers.

You all but ran to your car, eager to finally show what you were capable of doing. Your team, the small few who knew you were a woman, laughing at your jittery energy, excited to see the woman that they’ve grown to adore, finally be able to show what she can do on the track.

Your excitement was short lived though when as you were pulling out of the garage, testing your radio, your race engineer informed you that the FIA had placed a new rule on you.

“Princess, we got some bad news on our side” Dom, your race engineer said with disappointment laced in his voice.

“Jesus, am I retiring the car already?” you laughed, trying to lighten the mood.

“FIA said that no matter how good the car is and no matter how good the driving is, you aren’t allowed to quali in the top 10, don’t want to make the other drivers look bad in the first race” Dom blankly stated, trying to not let himself get too angry at this clearly unfair rule.

“I think I’m more flattered than angry that they think I even would qualify in the top 10 in my debut quali session” you sarcastically said, trying to mask your anger at the clearly sexist treatment.

“Your time will come princess, I promise, we just got to play by the rules for now” you heard Gunther speak up over the radio.

“Gunther, saying I’d even be capable, would the FIA allow me to finish in points in the race” you suddenly ask as you were heating up your cars tyres on your first lap

The silence was too long for your liking.

“I’m sorry princess, it’s just until we prove that you deserve to be here” Gunther sadly states, “Good luck in Quali, at least try get to Q2” and with that, Dom’s voice filtered through your radio again.

Race Day

You sat in your car on the grid, waiting for the red lights to go out and you could begin racing. In those few minutes sitting on the grid though, you couldn’t help but get into your head about the entire ordeal.

How could they not allow you to finish in points? Haas was finally in a position where they could put up a solid fight, the team has been working on the car for months, finally producing something that could challenge the ‘big dogs’ of F1, and all because you were a woman, your entire team would have to suffer. Who cares what a few fans thought, surely as a woman you would bring in a whole new group of fans? Or maybe you wouldn’t be liked by the fans at all, and the FIA was right about everything? Maybe you shouldn’t be in F1 at all.

“Princess” Gunther’s voice suddenly pulled you out your own thoughts, “so, I’ve been thinking about it and, quite frankly, fuck the FIA. Race your goddamn little heart out, you’re in a Haas, and a rookie, no offence, but realistically, what’s the best you can actually do? Get p10? If that’s it, then get the P10, I’ll fight the FIA for you, your team, no, your new family will protect you, but whatever you do today, I want you to fight and I want you to race as hard as you can, the princess deserves to be on the podium, you got it?” Gunther speaks quickly, hoping to get the message across to you before the lights go out.

A smug smile graces your face, and your fingers tighten around your steering wheel, “yes boss”.

______

 “It’s halfway through this race and we are seeing some amazing things from the new Haas driver. This is their rookie year and their debut race, and we are seeing this driver fight for their life on this track. Having started P14, they have already made their way up to P6 and seemed determined as ever to continue climbing in positions” Croftys voice beamed out, thoroughly surprised, and impressed by the new driver.

“We are still not sure who the new driver is, Haas keeping them very hush hush. Rumours being that their seat isn’t secured, and they simply want to test them out, and if that is the case, they are clearly proving their worth to the team, having doing better than the team has experienced in years before.”

“This new driver clearly fits the new Haas car, pushing the car to extremes that we have yet to see from the team, they truly worked magic on their car since the last season as it is finally looking like it may be a competitor for the constructors if this performance is anything to go by”

“I am amazed at this new driver, jumping up another two positions to P4 in the debut race?? This is unheard of.”

“We are on the final two laps of this race and it looks like our little Haas driver is going to make an attempt to over take the Mercedes of George Russell, can he adequately defend his P3 position from this feisty new driver?”

“This is unheard of! The Haas attempting to overtake all three top positions in one go and THEY DO IT!!!! THEY PERFOM AN OVERTAKE MANOUVER THAT WOULD BRING A TEAR TO DANIEL RICCIARDO’S EYE!!! THIS IS UNBELIAVABLE!!!! THE CROWD IS LITERALLY ON THEIR FEET WATCHING THESE DRIVERS FIGHT FOR THE PODIUM”

“IT’S THE FINAL STRAIGHT BEFORE THE FLAG, CAN THE HAAS KEEP VERSTAPPEN AT BAY OR ARE THE GOING TO TAKE P2! NO, THEY TAKE P1 ON THEIR DEBUT RACE! THIS HAS TO BE A RECORD!”

“I am shocked, how did a rookie driver manage to take p1 on their debut race, this has been the opening race of a lifetime. I am truly in awe, who is this miracle driver that Haas has been hiding from the world?”

___________

“Dom, did I really just get P1?” You ask after crossing the line, beginning to do your cool down lap.

“Y/n, in the nicest way possible, how the fuck did you manage that?” Dom’s equally as shocked voice comes over the radio, leaving both of you silent.

You park your car in the P1 position, the Haas decals showing on the screen in lieu of the driver images. You slowly remove the steering wheel and climb out of the car that carried you to P1, still not quite believing what just happened. You briefly noticed your team shouting praises from behind the barrier, you having secured the first ever win for your team.

You can’t quite manage to move over to them though, still shaking from the adrenaline of the win. You instead sat down just in front of your car, head between your knees, trying to get your breathing under control and attempting, and failing, at keeping the tears at bay.

‘Oh God. You are going to be in so much trouble. The FIA are going to ban you from F1 aren’t they?’

‘What do you do now?’

‘Do you take your helmet off?’

‘Do you politely excuse yourself from media? Would they fine you if you’re meant to be hiding?’

‘Do you collect your trophy on the podium, or do you just leave it?’

‘Do you take your helmet off for the podium?’

‘That first-place cap is going to look really weird sitting on your helmet.’

You could feel the anxiety of the entire situation taking over, the full weight of what just happened finally hitting you like a ton of bricks.

Your life was about to change completely, for better AND for worse. - maybe the anonymity wasn’t all that bad after all.

Suddenly you see two feet in front of you, you lift your head as Gunther crouches down, lifting your visor to see your puffy read eyes filled with tears, he gives you a small sympathetic smile, almost as though he can hear the chaos going on inside your head.

“You did it Princess, you proved to everyone why you deserve to be here, and I couldn’t be prouder of you. Now, when you’re ready, I’m going to need you to take that helmet off and go and hurl yourself at your team so they can properly congratulate you and we can all celebrate” Gunther softly said to you, firmly, so you know how serious he is, but gently because he could see the great distress you were under.

“What if they all hate me?” You quietly whisper, unsure if Gunther was able to hear you at all.

“Honestly Princess, there will be some who do, you’re about to change the sport forever, and they’ll be even angrier because they know that you deserve to be here, but the truth is, you will always be the bad guy in someone’s story, so let them hate you, because even more will love you, and even out of those, your team, no, your family, will love you the most, and that’s what matters, now, go be with your team” Gunther says softly, a tear rolling down his own cheek.

You throw yourself at Gunther hugging him, nearly knocking him off his feet as you wrap your arms around his neck, him hugging you back just as tightly. This moment between the team principle and rookie driver causing the crowd to go wild. Next minute Gunther was pulling you up so you were standing next to him, you gave him a brief look and he just nodded, silently letting you know that no matter what he would be standing by your side, protecting you and fighting for your right to be in F1.

You slowly begin taking off your helmet and balaclava and the tension is palpable as the entire F1 world waited to see who the rookie Haas driver was.

The second your face and hair was in view, the crowd was suddenly screaming and going wild with excitement, you couldn’t help the tears streaming down your face at their reception of you into F1, so firmly believing that no one would accept you, yet here the fans all were, shouting your praises for winning your first race regardless. Gunther, with his own tears adoring his cheeks, grabbed your hand and lifted in above your head, prompting another cheer from the crowd, causing you to throw your head back laughing from happiness, feeling the goodness bubbling out of you without any way to stop it.

Next thing you know, you’re throwing yourself into the sea that is your team, and they are all hugging you, letting you know how proud they are of you, Dom screaming his congratulations at you, all the goodness and words all to overwhelming for you to comprehend.

You turn back to look at the other two podium winners, Charles and Max, both watching you with their own smiles, nodding their respect towards you, causing another wave of tears to fall.

You eventually made your way over to them, suddenly nerves kicking in again, hoping the drivers would take you seriously and respect you as a driver instead of immediately dismissing you.

“Well Princess, you do know that we aren’t going to be taking it easy on you right?” Max says first

“Jesus mate, can you not start with a congratulations first? Secondly, Princess? Really?” Charles immediately admonishes his friend.

“She’s the new princess of the paddock”, Max shrugs, “or are you upset someone is going to be taking that title away from you, with your way too done skin care routine?”

“You know we have to take care of our skin if we’re sweating this much in the helmets mate!” Charles begins to defend himself

You do nothing but giggle, thinking that there was no other place you belong as you listened to the two old friend’s bicker.

The princess of the Paddock, this was a title you could get used to having.

So Good to Me

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: Charles Leclerc is the perfect man for you … getting stopped on the street for a random TikTok challenge just serves to prove that even further

The warm Monaco sun beats down on you as you stroll leisurely along the bustling sidewalk, a canvas tote bag filled with fresh produce and flowers from the local farmer’s market hanging from your shoulder. The salty sea breeze wafts across your face, carrying with it the excited chatter and laughter of tourists admiring the luxurious yachts bobbing in Port Hercules.

You smile to yourself, relishing this perfect Mediterranean afternoon. Just a quick stop at home to drop off your purchases, and then maybe you’ll take a dip in the infinity pool on the terrace to cool off before Charles is done with-

“Excusez-moi, mademoiselle!” A young man’s voice breaks through your daydreaming. You glance over to see a twenty-something guy with a neatly trimmed beard, expensive-looking sunglasses, and a black t-shirt emblazoned with HUSTLE in white block letters. He’s holding a mini microphone and has his iPhone pointed at you, clearly filming.

A TikToker.

You sigh internally but force a polite smile.

“Oui, puis-je vous aider?” You reply in French.

“Ah sorry, I don’t speak much French! Do you speak English?” The TikToker asks eagerly in a British accent.

“Yes, I do. Can I help you with something?” You say, switching to English yourself. You just want to get home but you know these influencer types can be annoyingly persistent.

The TikToker grins. “Brilliant! I’m doing a social experiment for my followers. I was wondering — do you have a significant other? A boyfriend or husband perhaps?”

You raise an eyebrow questioningly but decide to humor him. “Um, yes, I have a boyfriend,” you answer simply.

His eyes light up. “Fantastic! And would you say your boyfriend loves you very much?”

You can’t help but chuckle at the boldness of this stranger’s line of questioning. “Yes, I would definitely say that. He loves me a lot,” you confirm, a soft smile playing on your lips as you think of Charles.

“Perfect! Okay, here’s the challenge,” the TikToker announces dramatically, staring intensely into his camera. “I want you to call up your boyfriend right now and ask him to send you some money. Doesn’t matter how much. But for every €100 he sends, I’ll give you €20 to keep for yourself. Let’s see how much he really loves you, shall we?”

You stare at this guy incredulously for a moment before bursting out laughing. Is he serious? He clearly has no idea who your boyfriend is. An amused smirk spreads across your face as you fish your iPhone out of your designer purse.

“Alright, you’re on,” you say confidently, already unlocking your phone and tapping on Charles’ contact. The TikToker looks surprised but excited that you actually agreed to his silly challenge.

“Put it on speaker phone,” he instructs, zooming his camera in on your phone screen which is now dialing Charles.

After a few rings, the warm, honey-smooth voice you adore comes through. “Allô mon amour, what’s up?” Charles greets you sweetly. “I’m just finishing up some simulator runs but I should be done soon to help with dinner.”

“Hey baby,” you reply, your voice automatically softening. “Sorry to bother you, I know you’re busy. But I’m out right now and I just passed by that little boutique near the casino, you know the one? And I saw the most incredible pair of shoes in the window. I swear they were calling my name.”

Charles laughs affectionately, the sound like music to your ears even through the cell phone speaker. “Oh yeah? The ones that were calling your name last week turned out to be, what was it, €900?” He teases.

You roll your eyes playfully even though he can’t see. “Okay, fair, but you know I hardly ever splurge on myself. I’m usually so frugal!”

“Mmhmm, whatever you need to tell yourself, chérie,” Charles says wryly and you can practically hear the smirk in his voice. “Let me guess, you need to go get these dream shoes right now? Or else they’ll haunt you forever?”

“You know me so well,” you gush dramatically. “I promise I’ll pay you back though! I get paid next week and-”

“Hey, hey, stop,” Charles cuts you off gently. “Mon cœur, you never have to pay me back, you know that. I love being able to treat you and spoil you. You deserve the world. Never forget that.”

You feel yourself melt at his earnest words, momentarily forgetting you have an audience. “I love you so much,” you murmur. “Thank you for always being so good to me.”

“Right back at you, ma belle. Je t’aime,” Charles says tenderly. “There, check your banking app. Let me know if you need any more. And have fun shopping! I’ll see you at home in a bit, okay? À bientôt!”

You glance down at your phone as a notification from your bank pops up on the screen. Your eyes widen slightly when you see the amount Charles sent over, but you recover quickly.

“Thank you, baby. See you soon!” You reply before hanging up. You turn back to the TikToker who is gaping at you in disbelief. Casually, you turn your phone screen towards him and his camera so he can clearly see the notification that €10,000 has just been deposited into your account.

The poor guy looks like he’s about to pass out from shock. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, rendered speechless. You just laugh good-naturedly.

“Well, guess I won your little challenge, huh?” You remark, slipping your phone back into your purse. “Tell you what, why don’t you donate whatever money you were going to give me to a local animal shelter instead? I think it’ll be put to much better use there.”

The TikToker finally manages to pick his jaw up off the floor. He laughs shakily and nods. “Yeah ... yeah I can do that. Wow. Um, thanks for being such a good sport about this. And congrats on, uh, winning, I guess?”

You give him a friendly wink. “Anytime. Have a nice rest of your day!” With that, you turn gracefully on your heel and continue on your way back home, feeling rather smug and deeply appreciative of your wonderfully generous boyfriend.

“Wait!” The TikToker calls out after you. You glance back over your shoulder curiously. He hesitates before asking in an awed voice, “If you don’t mind me asking ... who the hell is your boyfriend?”

An enigmatic smile plays on your lips. “No one special really,” you reply breezily. “Just a guy who loves driving fast cars.”

You leave the gaping TikToker in your wake as you saunter off, already daydreaming about showing your appreciation to Charles later for being the most incredible boyfriend imaginable.

Maybe you really will splurge on those designer shoes after all … and pick up a little something special from the lingerie boutique next door while you’re at it.

Your smile widens. Just as a little thank you to your man, of course. Life is good when you’re in love with Charles Leclerc.

— || Revenge is Sweet || —

Pairing: Lucius Malfoy x gryffindor!muggleborn!reader (SHE’S OF AGE) 

Word count: 6224

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 16+, fingering, clit rubbing, cock in Vigina, male and female, adult content, adult language, cuss words, clit licking, degrading, fluff if you squint, pet names, anguish, cheating, heartbreak, revenge, crying, Lucius comforting Y/N?, aftercare, praise, daddy kink, cum swallowing, fluff, out of character Lucius, 2 almost 3 years after the 2nd wizarding war, younger woman with older man, first time together, heated make out session, kissing, hickeys, love bites, SFW if you squint. (SHE IS OF AGE) 

Summary: Y/N wanted to surprise Draco by visiting him at the Malfoy Manor but ended up catching him cheating instead. While leaving she bumps into Lucius Malfoy and things get kinda heated. (SHE’S OF AGE)

Requested: by no one this is my idea 

A/N: Hello, my fellow Dreamers, hope you like this. Please give me your feedback. BTW I also already posted this on my AO3 account @ slytherintrikru.

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Y/N navigated her way up the meandering, earthy path that led to the formidable gates of the Malfoy Manor. These gates, a grand testament to the opulence within, were adorned with wrought-iron craftsmanship that gleamed even in the muted light of dusk. Beyond the gates, a long, majestic driveway, flanked by a procession of ancient trees, guided her toward the mansion's imposing facade. Standing before her, the Malfoy Manor exuded an aura of architectural splendor. Its stately stone walls rose gracefully, adorned with intricate details that whispered of centuries past. Tall, narrow windows punctuated the facade, their panes seeming to conceal secrets within, bestowing upon the house an air of sinister allure.

The estate on which the manor resided was vast and mysterious. A dark forest encroached upon the edges of the property, casting eerie shadows that played hide-and-seek with the waning daylight. In stark contrast to this enigmatic woodland, a lush and meticulously cultivated garden graced the manor's rear, a testament to the Malfoy family's penchant for grandeur and elegance.

With each deliberate step, Y/N's heartbeat quickened. Her trembling hand reached out to rap upon the massive, wooden double doors that guarded the entrance. She couldn't have fathomed that she would ever find herself returning to this nightmarish place, where the echoes of her torment at the hands of Voldemort and his fanatical followers still reverberated in the depths of her memory. It had been two agonizing years since that fateful day when Fenrir Greyback had dragged her through those very doors, her hair pulled viciously as she struggled to match the monstrous pace set by her captor. The same mansion had borne witness to her harrowing encounter with the Dark Lord himself, the malevolent figure who had imprinted the dreaded Death Eater mark upon her left arm—a mark she had desperately sought to eradicate for almost three long years.

The reason for her presence here, despite the haunting memories, was her enduring love for Draco. Three years had passed since the inception of their clandestine relationship, but their bond remained unshaken. Draco's parents, however, were a formidable obstacle in their path. They looked down upon her as a 'filthy Mudblood,' a fact that had never deterred her resolve, so long as Draco stood by her side. Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy had resorted to devious tactics, attempting to buy her loyalty, attempting to pry her away from their son. Their efforts had met with stubborn resistance, leaving them fuming with frustration. On countless occasions, they subjected her to scathing tirades, especially Narcissa, whose cruelty knew no bounds. After a week, Lucius resigned to a sullen silence, but Narcissa's venomous words and occasionally physical aggression persisted as a daily ordeal that Y/N endured with steely determination.

Y/N flinched as the manor door creaked open, her reaction akin to that of someone stumbling into a jinx. Her startled gaze dropped to the floor, where a familiar figure stood. It was Rue, the endearing house elf, a cherished presence in Y/N's life.

"What can Rue do for Draco's lovely girlfriend?" Rue inquired, her lips curving into a warm, welcoming smile.

Y/N couldn't help but smile in return; Rue had always held a special place in her heart. With her bright blue eyes and those endearing pointy ears, Rue exuded an unmistakable charm. Not only did she anticipate Y/N's every need, but she also prepared food and drinks precisely to Y/N's liking. Since the law against elf brutality had been enacted, Y/N had taken it upon herself to ensure Rue's comfort, providing her with clothing. Over the months, Rue had transformed, shedding the weight of servitude to become a happier, more carefree presence.

"I'd like to see Draco, please, Rue," Y/N replied, her voice gentle and careful not to startle the petite house elf.

Rue's smile widened, and with a tiny, reassuring grip on Y/N's hand, she led her inside. As the door closed softly behind them, Rue spoke again, her voice filled with an eagerness to assist. "Master Draco is in his room. Rue will take you."

Y/N hesitated for a moment, a playful idea forming in her mind. "No, no, it's fine. I can go myself. I want to surprise him."

The adorable house elf nodded, her eyes filled with understanding. With a snap of her fingers, she vanished from sight, leaving Y/N to navigate the winding corridors of the Malfoy Manor alone.

Y/N couldn't help but grin at the thought of Rue experiencing a moment of personal indulgence, wondering if the house elf was trying to savor the pleasures she had missed in her life of servitude. With that pleasant thought, Y/N embarked on her ascent up the many flights of wooden stairs that led to the upper reaches of the manor. Her footsteps echoed softly through the hallway as she made her way toward Draco's room.

As she arrived at her destination, Y/N came to an abrupt halt, her senses keenly attuned to an unexpected sound emanating from behind Draco's door. She strained her ears, desperately hoping it wasn't a case of accidentally stumbling upon an intimate moment between Lucius and Narcissa. A glance at the door's label confirmed it was indeed Draco's room, and then she heard it again.

Moans.

Specifically, the unmistakable sounds of male and female moans. Y/N's heart pounded in her chest as she leaned closer to the door, attempting to confirm what she dreaded most. She heard his name, Draco's name, whimpered from a female voice within, a voice that sent shockwaves through her.

Her blood ran cold, her heart rate spiked, and tears welled up in her eyes. Y/N prayed it wasn't true, that Draco wasn't betraying her. She cautiously pushed the door open, her movements silent as she observed the heart-wrenching scene before her. Draco, lost in passion, buried his face in Astoria Greengrass's neck, his vigorous thrusts filling the room.

Their eyes met, Y/N's and Astoria's, in a moment of cruel recognition. Astoria's smirk seemed to taunt Y/N, as if declaring, 'He's mine now, you filthy Mudblood.' With a heavy heart, Y/N gently closed the door, tears streaming down her face. She turned and fled down the hallway, down the stairs, without a care for her surroundings or the possibility of colliding with someone.

Tears flowed freely as Y/N reached the bottom of the stairs, her heart shattering into a million pieces. Her cries escaped in a heartbreaking crescendo, echoing through the manor's grandeur. In her distraught state, she collided with an unexpected presence, teetering dangerously on the brink of falling backward. However, strong arms enveloped her, steadying her in her moment of despair.

"What in Merlin's name are you doing, girl?" The voice, dripping with disdain, hissed through the tense air. Y/N's heart lurched at the sound, her gut telling her it was all too familiar. As her tear-blurred gaze lifted, she was met with the sight of a thoroughly baffled and irate Lucius Malfoy, his aristocratic features etched with a mix of anger and confusion. Her own expressive eyes, a mesmerizing shade of E/C, locked onto his cold, steely gray ones.

Blinking away the tears that blurred her vision, she stared at the formidable pureblood wizard who stood before her. Their eye contact held an unspoken tension, a connection fraught with history and complex emotions. It was in that moment that Y/N noticed something she hadn't expected in Lucius – concern. The realization was like a jolt, sending a shiver down her spine.

Concern?

It couldn't be right, could it? Why on earth would Lucius Malfoy, of all people, be concerned about her well-being? Y/N hesitated, her hand instinctively rising to wipe her eyes once more, as if questioning her own senses, wondering if her eyes were playing tricks on her. But the look in Lucius's eyes remained, a glimmer of unexpected humanity in the formidable man who had long been an enigma to her.

"Are you going to speak, or just stand there like a dumb-witted Mudblood?" Lucius's words, laced with venom, cut through the heavy silence. Y/N turned away from him, hurt etched in her eyes, his cruel words piercing her heart. In that moment, the gap between them seemed insurmountable.

Lucius, however, couldn't ignore the pain he had inadvertently caused, and for a fleeting second, remorse tugged at his conscience. Yet, his pride prevailed, and instead of apologizing, he pressed further, his tone demanding answers. "What's wrong with you, girl?"

Y/N pulled herself away from him, a mixture of emotions welling up inside her. She hesitated for a moment, then her voice trembled as she questioned him, "W-Why do y-you care?"

The unexpected vulnerability in her voice caught Lucius off guard, and a flicker of something uncharacteristic passed through his stormy gray eyes. He blocked her path as she attempted to move past him, their proximity intensifying the tension between them. "Just because we got off to the wrong foot when we first met doesn't mean I'm the same person I was before," he hissed, a rare hint of vulnerability seeping into his words. "Now tell me what's wrong, or I'll use Legilimency on you."

Her defenses crumbling, Y/N couldn't hold back the flood of emotion any longer. The words tumbled out of her, her voice wavering as she confessed, "Your son cheated on me with Astoria, that's what happened." She glanced away, bracing herself for the judgment she anticipated. "You're probably happy that he's not with a filthy Mudblood like me anymore. I'll just—"

"He did what?!" Lucius's voice reverberated through the manor, his anger palpable as it resounded against the walls. Y/N glanced at him, a puzzled expression on her face. She couldn't comprehend why he would be so furious that his son, Draco, had cheated on her—a Mudblood—with a pureblood. Lucius Malfoy had never harbored any warmth toward Y/N, so this sudden outburst was baffling. She had always assumed that Draco's parents would be delighted if something like this were to happen.

Lucius's voice, filled with indignation, interrupted her thoughts once more. "How dare that boy break someone's heart instead of just telling you that he wants to end the relationship. I raised him to treat women with respect. Even if the girl is a filthy Mudblood!"

Y/N frowned, her gaze drifting downward to her feet, unable to meet Lucius's eyes. His words were laden with a complex mixture of anger, disappointment, and something she couldn't quite fathom.

"Why would you care anyway? You should be happy that he cheated on me. Now he can go marry a pureblood who's more beautiful than me," she muttered bitterly, her self-esteem shattered.

In an unexpected turn of events, the cold metal of the snake handle of Lucius's cane lifted her chin. She blinked in surprise as he swiftly pulled his cane away and grasped her chin roughly with his hand, forcing her to hold eye contact with him.

"Don't ever say those words again. Am. I. Understand, Y/N?" Lucius's voice, though stern, held a strange mixture of concern. She nodded in response, but it seemed that wasn't sufficient for him. He demanded more. "I expect you to answer when I ask you something!"

"Y-Yes, Sir!" she squeaked, her gaze locked onto his features. She couldn't help but notice the commanding presence he exuded, the sharp lines of his jaw, the strength evident in his angular face. His long, platinum blonde hair cascaded gracefully past his shoulders, framing his striking countenance. The blueish-gray eyes that held an air of authority seemed to peer directly into her soul. Y/N's cheeks flushed inexplicably as she found herself momentarily entranced by his striking appearance. ‘He's handsome’, she thought, a realization that seemed to take her by surprise.

Y/N's unspoken admiration for Lucius had been a well-guarded secret, a silent confession her heart made each time she crossed the threshold of the Malfoy Manor. Her heart would do a subtle dance of anticipation whenever she knew she'd encounter him, and a flush would steal across her cheeks, like a clandestine tribute to his striking presence. It was an irrational reaction, one she couldn't quite understand, given that Lucius had never hidden his disdain for her—well, at least, he hadn't before.

Lucius's trademark smirk played on his lips, but there was a curious shift in his demeanor. Gone was the initial cockiness, replaced by genuine amusement as he surveyed Y/N's puzzled expression. Her blush intensified, a shade that rivaled the crimson and gold of the Gryffindor house colors.

"You really think I'm handsome?" he probed, his tone now laced with curiosity. He leaned in closer, the proximity between them causing a subtle flutter in Y/N's heart. Lucius's eyes sparkled with a newfound charm as he awaited her response.

"I—what? I didn't—" she stammered, but her words were abruptly silenced.

"Legilimens, my darling girl," Lucius smoothly interrupted. His smirk remained, but it was tinged with a magnetic confidence that left her feeling exposed. He leaned even closer, his lips brushing against her ear, and he whispered softly, his voice a provocative caress, "Ah, yes. It appears you've conveniently forgotten that I possess the ability to delve into your mind. You see, I heard every thought you've had about me. Like your secret desire for me to pin you down on my bed, to make you forget how to walk."

Y/N's eyes widened, her cheeks aflame with embarrassment. Her heart raced, and she felt a shiver of vulnerability wash over her. Lucius's audacious revelation had unraveled a new layer of intrigue and desire, transforming their dynamic into something far more intricate and captivating.

She gasped, disbelief coursing through her. Could he truly have been privy to her every innermost thought? It felt surreal, like a dream she was unable to awaken from. In an attempt to regain her composure, she instinctively retreated a step, allowing her gaze to lock with his. His eyes held the same intense emotion she had noticed earlier – a smoldering, undeniable lust that sent a tingle down her spine. He leaned closer, his body almost brushing against hers, and she could feel the heat radiating from him.

"That's the very reason I've maintained my distance from you all these months," he admitted, his voice betraying a hint of vulnerability beneath its low, seductive tone. "After my ex-wife and I discovered the truth about you and my son's relationship, I tried to keep my demeanor cold. Yet every night, unable to control my desires, I found myself lost in fantasies of you," he confessed, his words a hushed, intimate secret shared between them.

A blush painted her cheeks once more as his voice whispered sensually into her ear, sending shivers coursing down her spine. His hands found their way to her sides, exerting a gentle, yet possessive squeeze. She couldn't help but shudder at his touch.

"My son is a fool for betraying such a beautiful, enchanting nymph like you," he purred, his lips grazing the tender skin just below her earlobe. His kisses left a fiery trail down her neck, only to ascend slowly back towards her lips. When their mouths met, it was as though a swarm of butterflies took flight in her stomach, fluttering wildly. She didn't respond immediately, her brain struggling to catch up with the whirlwind of sensations. Gradually, she inhaled his intoxicating scent, responding to his kisses with a growing hunger of her own.

Y/N's moans of desire seemed to echo within the cavernous expanse of Lucius's opulent mansion. Every step she took away from the memory of Draco's betrayal and closer to Lucius felt like a transgressive leap into the unknown. The kiss, fueled by a volatile mix of guilt and longing, deepened with each passing second. It was a magnetic force pulling them closer together, their lips becoming the epicenter of their shared need.

Her fingers wove themselves deeper into Lucius's long, platinum blonde hair, the strands silky and cool to the touch. He couldn't help but groan in response, the sound a testament to the intensity of their connection. His powerful hands, previously residing at her sides, ventured boldly downward, reaching her shapely derrière. With a delicate yet firm touch, he squeezed, sending exhilarating waves of sensation through her body.

With a sudden surge of passion, Lucius lifted Y/N off her feet, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist to maintain their electrifying kiss. The sensation of being carried by him, the firmness of his grip, and the heat of his body against hers were intoxicating. They ascended the grand staircase, their rhythmic ascent echoing through the mansion's ornate halls.

As they turned down the dimly lit hallway, the portraits of stern-faced ancestors bore witness to their clandestine rendezvous. The anticipation was palpable, each step a deliberate stride toward the unknown. The soft glow of moonlight spilled through heavy, brocade curtains, casting intricate patterns on the Persian rugs that lined the floor.

With an audacious display of strength and desire, Lucius kicked open the door to his lavishly appointed bedroom. The door swung wide with a creak, revealing a chamber bathed in shadows. The grandeur of the room was nothing short of breathtaking, with its sumptuous canopy bed, antique furnishings, and gilded accents. The room exuded an air of timeless elegance, a stark contrast to the illicit passion that had led them there. Yet, with another commanding kick, he shut the door behind them, sealing their secret within the confines of the room's opulent embrace.

In the opulent chamber, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtered through heavy curtains, he guided her towards his bed with a gentleness that belied the intense desire simmering between them. The sumptuous sheets, adorned with intricate patterns, awaited their embrace, a testament to the luxury that surrounded them. With a feather-light touch, he laid her down, the mattress conforming to the curves of her body like a lover's caress.

Desire surged between them, an irresistible force pulling them closer together. She eagerly wound her legs around him, her longing palpable. A deep, resonant chuckle rumbled from his chest, a seductive reverberation that filled the room. It was a sound that resonated with promise, the promise of what was to come.

His lips embarked on a slow descent down the delicate curve of her neck, leaving a trail of searing kisses in their wake. His teeth grazed her skin, eliciting sharp gasps and urgent moans from her trembling lips. Y/N's moans danced in harmony with the hushed symphony of their passion, their clandestine desires woven into every sound.

With a masterful touch, his hands began their sensual exploration, fingers tracing the contours of her body. He reached for the fabric of her shirt, the anticipation of their impending intimacy electrifying the air. But as he made to unveil her, he paused, gazing into her eyes with a mixture of tenderness and raw desire. His voice, a sultry whisper, hung in the air like an unspoken invitation, "Do you want to continue this?"

Her heart swelled with a heady blend of love and desire at his considerate question. It wasn't just about the act itself; it was about the connection they shared, the intimacy that extended beyond the physical. Her eyes met his, and she nodded in fervent agreement, but his gaze turned insistent, demanding more than a mere gesture.

She acquiesced, her voice a soft, breathless confession. "Yes, I want to continue."

With the patience of a man intoxicated by her presence, he lifted her shirt, revealing her in all her vulnerability and desire. Each moment was a deliberate act of unveiling, an exploration of the secrets they had kept hidden for too long. Her whimpers of longing grew more pronounced, a sweet symphony of passion that ignited the room.

Their discarded shirts lay scattered, forgotten remnants of the world they had left behind. Their lips collided once more, a fervent clash of desires. His hands, strong and gentle, cradled her face, deepening the kiss into a consuming blaze of longing. In this stolen moment, their connection transcended the physical, binding them together in a fiery embrace that defied the boundaries of reason and restraint.

In the cocoon of their desires, time seemed to slow, allowing them to savor every tantalizing moment. The room, adorned with rich, heavy curtains that filtered the moon's soft glow, bathed them in an otherworldly ambiance. They paused briefly to remove the remaining garments that clung to their heated bodies, leaving a trail of discarded clothing scattered haphazardly across the floor.

With a profound longing etched upon their faces, they surrendered to the pull of their desires. He took the initiative, his lips blazing a path of fiery kisses down her form. Every inch of her skin he touched seemed to ignite with desire, his teeth delicately grazing, and his mouth fervently claiming her.

One of his hands, large and commanding, found its place on her breast, the fingers expertly working her sensitive flesh. The other sought solace on her hip, the grip possessive yet tender. Y/N's response was immediate, her back arching sensually as she pressed herself closer to him. The room bore witness to her unrestrained passion, shadows playing tricks on their entangled figures.

The dimly lit room provided an intimate backdrop to their stolen moment, amplifying the intensity of their connection. She gasped, unable to stifle the whirlwind of sensations coursing through her body. Her longing and need reached a fevered pitch as his lips moved relentlessly over her skin.

This sensation was unlike anything she had ever encountered, not even with Draco. It was a heady concoction of raw desire and an emotional connection that left her feeling utterly exposed and vulnerable, yet simultaneously empowered and alive.

His lips reluctantly abandoned her chest, tracing a searing path downward, inching closer to the epicenter of her desire. Her hips reacted instinctively, a silent plea for more, a plea for him to satiate the burgeoning hunger that consumed her. In response, he chuckled darkly, a knowing grin playing upon his lips.

"So, so greedy for me, aren't you?" he purred, his voice a sultry whisper that sent shivers down her spine. "I've barely even started, my little nymph, and you're already squirming."

Her moans grew in volume, punctuating the charged atmosphere. Her hips continued their rhythmic dance, a wordless invitation for him to delve deeper into her desires. Just as hope began to wane, he boldly ventured between her legs. His thumb found her eager clit, tracing slow, electrifying circles that sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. She couldn't help but gasp loudly, her moans intensifying as her body surrendered to his skillful touch.

“L-Lucius!” Y/N's fervent whimper hung in the air, a plea for more that only fueled Lucius's desire to push her further into the depths of pleasure. He reveled in the sound, a wicked grin playing upon his lips as he continued to work his magic. His fingers, slick with her arousal, glided effortlessly inside her, seeking out her g-spot with uncanny precision. The sensation of his touch sent electric jolts of pleasure coursing through her, her moans becoming a chorus of surrender.

The room seemed to close in around them, the ambiance heavy with the heady scent of their desire. Shadows danced seductively across the walls, an intimate audience to their clandestine tryst. Every subtle movement, every trembling breath, was magnified in the dim light, intensifying the eroticism of the moment.

Lucius's voice, a velvet caress of dominance, lured her deeper into submission. "That's right, my little slut," he whispered huskily, his words both an affirmation and a command. "Feel how good I'm making you. Did he ever make you feel like this? Did he know all the right spots to please you?"

She struggled to form coherent words, the pleasure he evoked rendering her speechless. Her response was a breathless admission of truth, punctuated by her moans of ecstasy. "N-No... aahh-"

Lucius's eyes bore into her with an intensity that left her feeling exposed and vulnerable, yet utterly consumed by desire. His fingers continued their relentless assault on her g-spot, her body quivering in response. Her pussy clenched around him, a physical manifestation of her escalating pleasure, and he couldn't help but grunt with satisfaction.

"My little slut," he growled, his voice dripping with unrestrained lust, "you've never felt this kind of pleasure before, have you? Well, let's make sure you're fully satisfied, my dear."

With each word, he propelled her further into the abyss of desire, his fingers dancing with a masterful touch that promised to fulfill her every longing. In the dimly lit room, their forbidden encounter continued, a symphony of passion and submission that echoed through the night.

Lucius's descent towards her quivering core was an agonizingly slow and tantalizing journey. His head moved lower, inch by tantalizing inch, until his mouth hovered just above her dripping wet pussy. The room, bathed in the soft, dim light of concealed passion, seemed to hold its breath in anticipation of the forbidden act about to unfold.

Y/N's body was a live wire, tingling with desire as his warm breath caressed her sensitive flesh. Her back arched in a primal response, a silent plea for him to continue, to grant her the pleasure she craved. The air was thick with tension, the electrifying atmosphere heightened by the palpable anticipation of what was to come.

With a deliberate, torturous slowness, his tongue made its first sensuous contact with her throbbing clit. Y/N's response was immediate and intense; she arched her back, a breathless gasp escaping her lips. Waves of desire surged through her, her hips rising to meet his mouth in a fervent demand for more. His tongue traced lazy circles around her clit, each pass a teasing caress that left her trembling with need.

Her hips moved in rhythmic desperation, bucking into his mouth as she sought to intensify the pleasure. Lucius, the master of seduction, had her in a hypnotic trance, his tongue shifting tactics to move from side to side, skillfully exploring every sensitive inch of her. He returned to her clit, sucking with a purposeful hunger that sent shivers coursing through her body. Her moans grew in intensity, a symphony of ecstasy that filled the room.

As if orchestrating a symphony of pleasure, his fingers joined the sensual dance, slick with her arousal. They thrust in and out with a relentless rhythm, each penetration hitting her g-spot with pinpoint accuracy. Y/N's body was a trembling instrument of desire, her moans and whimpers filling the room like a seductive melody.

A familiar sensation began to coil within her abdomen, growing in intensity with each tantalizing moment. Her pussy clenched around his fingers as the waves of pleasure overtook her. With a gasp that shattered the air, she climaxed, her body trembling in the throes of ecstasy.

Lucius's voice, thick with desire and dominance, broke through her post-orgasmic haze. "Good girl, my good girl," he murmured, his words both a praise and a command. Her cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and satisfaction. He withdrew his hand from her quivering pussy, his fingers glistening with her essence. With forceful insistence, he grasped her jaw, parting her lips and presenting his cum-covered fingers to her mouth. "Taste yourself, whore!" he demanded, his voice a potent blend of authority and lust, igniting a primal hunger within her.

The room, cloaked in shadows, seemed to hold its breath as Y/N's lips encircled Lucius's fingers, moving with an almost hypnotic rhythm as she licked and sucked them clean. Her tongue, eager and tantalizing, left no trace of her essence behind, and Lucius watched her with a predatory hunger that mirrored her own desire. With an excruciating slowness, he withdrew his fingers from her mouth, his grip shifting to encircle her delicate throat, a possessive hold that sent a jolt of excitement through her.

A deep, throaty chuckle resonated from Lucius, a dark sound that underscored his mastery over her. It was a symphony of submission, her whimper in response to his control weaving through the charged air. His other hand, which had been on her jaw, descended with purposeful intent to his throbbing cock. With tantalizing deliberation, he began to stroke himself, each languid movement of his hand a seductive overture to the impending climax of their desires.

Y/N grappled with a myriad of emotions. She knew she should be overwhelmed with guilt, entangled in an illicit affair with her ex-boyfriend's father. Yet, beneath the layers of her moral reservations, a burning desire and a thirst for revenge surged within her. She yearned to make her ex-boyfriend pay for his betrayal, to mend her shattered heart by indulging in the very act that had caused her so much pain.

Her internal turmoil was momentarily eclipsed as she felt the firm tip of his cock teasing her wet, throbbing pussy. The exquisite friction sent a shiver of anticipation coursing through her, and her moans and whimpers filled the room like a seductive aria. Her body was a symphony of need, the sultry dance of his cock against her clit driving her to the brink of ecstasy.

Lucius's voice, dripping with dominance and desire, anchored her in the present moment. "My little mudblood," he taunted, his words laden with a derogatory term that should have stung. Instead, the sultry timbre of his voice rendered her helpless, a willing captive to his seduction. "Is this what you've desired all this time? For a real man to fuck you, to slide his cock deep inside you and make you feel good?"

Despite the term, her moans and whimpers betrayed her true desires, her voice trembling with need. "Y-Yes, Daddy," she whimpered, her plea echoing through the room, a fervent entreaty for the fulfillment of her deepest, most forbidden fantasies. “ Please, fuck me!”

"Daddy? Hmm?" Lucius questioned, his voice dripping with irresistible seduction that hung in the air like a sultry promise. A low, dark chuckle followed, resonating with a wicked allure as his eyes sparkled with mischief and a hint of malevolence. It was a look that promised a thrilling journey into forbidden desires, an intoxicating blend of pleasure and danger.

The room, cloaked in shadows and secrecy, bore witness to their clandestine rendezvous—a sensual dance of dominance and submission that unfolded in hushed gasps and fervent touches. Lucius reveled in her surrender, delighting in the way the derogatory term slipped off his tongue, and, to his surprise, she seemed to share in that twisted pleasure. "My little mudblood is filthy, isn't she?" he continued, his words dripping with desire and a touch of cruelty. In their intimate connection, the term had evolved into an oddly cherished secret, symbolizing her eager willingness to plunge into the irresistible depths of their forbidden passions. "I like that."

With deliberate intent, Lucius poised himself at the edge of her ecstasy, the air thick with anticipation. He surged into her abruptly, a powerful thrust that drew an electrified whimper from Y/N. Her body responded instinctively, arching in response to the sudden intrusion, a wordless plea for more. Lucius groaned in satisfaction, luxuriating in the exquisite sensation of her tight, wet heat enveloping him.

"Daddy!" Y/N's moan, fervent and desperate, reverberated through the room, echoing the intensity of her longing and submission.

Lucius wasted no time in unleashing the primal depths of his desire, setting a relentless pace that sent tremors through the bed beneath them. Pleasure and pain intertwined as Y/N's body stretched to accommodate him, her moans and gasps forming a seductive symphony that filled the room. Each powerful thrust propelled her closer to the precipice of ecstasy, the headboard bearing witness to the fervor of their illicit union.

"F-Fuck," Lucius hissed, his voice a symphony of unquenchable desire as he intensified his rhythm. His hips surged against her with unrestrained lust, each collision sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. The room resounded with their shared passion, an intoxicating rhythm that reverberated through the air and ignited an inferno of sensations. “You’re so tight and wet, aaah- I’m going to have so much fun destroying this tight little hole of yours.”

The hand that encircled her throat tightened incrementally, a gesture of dominance that sent a thrill of arousal coursing through Y/N. Her fingers tangled in Lucius's long, platinum blonde hair, tugging gently as she sought to draw him closer. His primal groans and moans in response only served to deepen her desire, each intoxicating sound forging an unbreakable connection between them in the hidden world they had created.

Their moans, like an intricate duet, melded into an intoxicating symphony of desire, echoing through the dimly lit room. With each primal thrust, he plunged deeper and faster into her, igniting a passionate crescendo that left them both gasping for breath. Her heart raced in response to the electrifying pleasure coursing through her veins.

"Lucius—Lucius! Aaaahhh—fuck! Daddy!" Her words, a fervent chant of need and submission, spilled from her lips in breathless abandon. Her hips responded in kind, moving in a seductive rhythm that matched his powerful thrusts, a dance of desire that transcended the bounds of their forbidden liaison.

"So damn good! Aahh—yes! Oh fuck, my little mudblood knows how to please me," he growled with unapologetic desire, his voice a seductive purr that sent shivers cascading down her spine. His hips quickened their relentless pace, pounding into her with an unyielding urgency that caused the bed to groan and creak beneath them, a testament to the fierce intensity of their union. “Tell me how good I’m making you feel, slut!

Her moans swelled, a wild symphony of ecstasy and surrender that reverberated through the room like a siren's call. She clawed at the sheets beneath her, her fingers desperately seeking purchase in the soft fabric as waves of pleasure crashed over her. It was an exquisite torment, a tantalizing whirlwind of sensations that threatened to consume her entirely.

"Daddy, you—ahh—feel so good," she gasped, her voice trembling with a potent mix of longing and desperation. Her nails traced feverish patterns over his heated skin, leaving trails of tingling sensation in their wake. Her silent entreaty was clear: she yearned for him to take her harder, to claim her completely in the tempest of their shared passion. “You make me feel so good! You’re fucking me so much better than him.”

Amid the dimly lit room, their passionate entwining continued, each feverish moment adding a new layer to their shared desire. Lucius, a commanding figure, maintained his relentless thrusts, his dominance evident in every movement. Her fervent responses wove a tapestry of longing and ecstasy, their chemistry igniting the air around them.

"I know, my little nymph," he purred, his voice an intoxicating blend of pleasure and command. His grip on her tightened possessively, fingers leaving tantalizing imprints on her heated skin. "Cum for me, slut. Show me how good I make you feel." His words hung in the air like a seductive spell, sending electrifying shivers throughout her body.

With each powerful thrust, the tip of his cock skillfully teased her cervix, intensifying the delicious ache in the pit of her stomach. Their bodies moved in perfect unison, a dance that seemed to transcend the boundaries of time and reason, an intricate symphony of passion that left them breathless.

Lucius, releasing his hold on her throat, replaced it with his mouth, his lips and teeth marking her skin as he continued to slam into her with primal urgency. Love bites and passionate kisses adorned her flesh, evidence of their unrestrained fervor. They moved together, bodies melding into one, a force of nature that defied control. In a rapturous climax, they reached the pinnacle of their desire, their voices rising in unison, filling the room with their unrestrained passion.

As Lucius withdrew from her, a plaintive whimper escaped her lips, a testament to the aching desire that still clung to her. His triumphant smirk hinted at the pleasure he derived from her desperate longing. As he made his way to the bathroom to cleanse himself, her eyes remained fixed on the vacant space he had occupied, her body still tingling with the fading echoes of their intense union.

Upon his return, a damp cloth in hand, he approached her with eyes that held both tenderness and desire. Every stroke of the cloth was a gentle caress, an unspoken declaration of their strange intimacy. The discarded rag landed carelessly beside them, a forgotten relic of their fervent encounter.

"Go to sleep, my little nymph," he whispered, his arms enveloping her in a protective embrace. "I'll be here when you wake." His words were a soothing promise, lulling her into a cocoon of security and contentment that belied the complexity of their relationship.

She nestled against him, her heart aflutter with emotions that defied easy categorization. Despite the impending repercussions of their actions, she couldn't deny the profound satisfaction she felt. As her eyes fluttered closed, the only thought that remained was that revenge, in its twisted and tumultuous way, could be intoxicatingly sweet.

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