#Marcus armstrong smut

[vroom63]

Jealousy Jealousy // M.A

Warnings: language, mature, smut, nsfw, uprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), slightly toxic (if you squint really hard)

Summary: A picture sent to the wrong person opens a can of worms.

Word Count: 2.8k

Authors note: Not beta read or edited, just .. yeah, enjoy

When you had agreed to share a flat with Marcus, you didn’t exactly think it through properly. You’d been kicked out of your former flat due to renovations and Marcus, being the perfect angel that he was, had offered you one of the spare bedrooms in his luxurious London flat. What you didn’t realize though, was how often he had his other friends over, and how attractive you found the lot of them. You had given up on catching Marcus’ attention a while ago, figuring that if he was interested in you as more than a friend, he would have done something about it by now. With this in mind, you had started an innocent flirt with Max Fewtrell behind his back. Well, innocent might not have been the right word, it was more of a friends with benefits situation. 

You currently found yourself in front of your full length mirror, trying out different poses to see which showed off your assets best, snapping pictures as you went. You were clad in only a pair of black lace knickers and Max’ green Quadrant hoodie that he had left the last time he was over. Choosing a picture where you were on your knees, legs spread and the hoodie hitched up to show off one of your hips, you went to whatsapp and sent it to Max. Or so you thought. See, moving in with Marcus was not the only thing you hadn’t thought all the way through. You had saved Marcus’ number as M💙 and Max’ as M💚.

Not realizing your mistake, you threw your phone on the bed and went over to the bookshelf to find your next read. “Is there a reason you’re sending me pictures of you, halfnaked, in someone else's hoodie?” Marcus’ voice sounded from your doorway. You whipped around to look at him. You still hadn’t put any trousers on, but the hoodie fell below your ass when you were standing. “Sorry?” you asked, feeling your cheeks turning red. “Why are you taking pictures of yourself in a Quadrant hoodie and sending it to me? Are you trying to tell me something?”. He didn’t look angry, but he was definitely annoyed, and you could not for the life of you figure out why. 

“Well obviously it wasn’t meant for you.” you said, retrieving your phone from the bed and checking that you did in fact send it to the wrong person. Shit. “You didn’t answer my question, are you trying to tell me something?” Marcus persisted. “Like what?” you questioned, trying to wriggle free of the question. You really didn’t want to answer. The only reason you were hooking up with Max was because you couldn’t have Marcus, which was shitty towards Max but he knew what he had signed up for. 

“Are you sleeping with Lando?” Marcus asked, closing his eyes for a brief second, like he couldn’t stand the question. You stared at him, “Marcus, I have met Lando twice. And he has a girlfriend?”. “Then why do you have a Quadrant hoodie?” as he asked the question, recognition dawned on his face. “How long?”. The tone of his voice made it clear that he was in no mood for you to lie. “Emh, two months maybe?” you answered, looking down at your feet. It wasn’t like you had done anything wrong, but you still felt the guilt filling you. “Right,” his voice was cold as ice, “I’m leaving. See you after Spa.”. Before you could answer him, he was gone, the front door shutting behind him. An uneasy feeling settled in your stomach. There was no doubt that Marcus was angry, but what he was angry about you had no idea.

Over the next few days you couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that Marcus was genuinely upset with you. He usually texted you updates on how he was feeling and how the different sessions of the weekend had gone, but it had been radio silence from him since he left for Spa.

Drugo: Do you have any idea why Marcus is acting like the whole world is resting on his shoulders? I know there must be more to it than him having a bad race.

You stared blankly at the text for a few moments. Felipe normally called you whenever he needed something, not much of a texter, which meant that he was in a setting where he wanted an answer now, but couldn’t call.

You: Emh, maybe?

Drugo: Well, spit it out.

You: I may accidentally have sent him a picture that was not meant for him right before he left

Drugo: Right.

You: And I might just have been wearing someone's hoodie and underwear?

You were good friends with Felipe, so it wasn’t like he wouldn’t hear this story at some point either way. 

Drugo: Please tell me it was Marcus’ hoodie, and he’s just acting like this because he misses you.

You: Did you not catch the part where the picture was not meant for him? And what are you talking about?

Drugo: Are you dating someone?

You: This feels like an interrogation

Drugo: Y/N.

You: No, I am not dating someone. It’s just casual sex. 

Drugo: Who is it?

You: Max.

Drugo: God, you can both be so stupid sometimes.

You: What?

You stared at your phone for a good 10 minutes without a response from Felipe. You feared they might have boarded their flights home before you could get an answer. What was he talking about? Both who? You and Max, or you and Marcus? You almost launched yourself off the sofa as your phone vibrated on the coffee table. 

M💚: Right so, I don’t really know how to tell you this so I’m just gonna say it. When we started hooking up I knew you did it to get over Marcus, but what I didn’t tell you is that I also knew that Marcus had a thing for you. I know I should have told you, and I am sorry I didn’t. I just wanted you for myself, even when I knew that you and Marcus both liked each other. I am really sorry. I hope you two figure things out, and that we can still be friends.

You felt like you had been hit over the head with a saucepan. Was this some sort of alternate universe? Even if you wanted to be angry with Max for withholding this information, it wasn’t really his to share, so you couldn’t find it in you to be mad. However, this information opened a whole can of worms. Marcus had a thing for you? For how long? Did he still have a thing for you? Was this why he was so mad?

Deciding to take a leap of faith, you got up from the couch and went to Marcus’ room. You found one of his HiTech t-shirts laying on the bed, clearly worn but not dirty. Shedding your own clothes, you pulled it on and got onto his bed. The smell of him lingered in the sheets, and you felt a pang of longing surging through you. Snapping a picture of yourself, you made sure it was clear where you were and what you were wearing before sending it to Marcus. And then you waited.

“You know, there are easier ways for you to get my attention.” Marcus’ voice roused you from the nap you apparently decided to take. When had you fallen asleep? “Marcus?” you asked, slowly blinking your eyes open and sitting up against the headboard. He was standing beside the bed, looking amused. “Is there a reason you are halfnaked in my bed?” he asked, a teasing tone to his voice. “I think you know” you answered, blushing as you looked away from him. The bed dipped as he sat down, a soft hand on your cheek, turning your face back to look at him.

“I need you to tell me all of it, and then I will tell you everything.” he said, looking straight into your eyes. You didn’t hesitate, this was your only chance to get things off your chest. “I’ve had a crush on you pretty much since we met, but it didn’t seem like you were interested. And it’d been so long since someone had touched me and shown me any kind of interest, so when Max offered a casual hookup I thought why not,” you took a breath, “he knew from the beginning that I liked you, so he knew it was never more than sex.”. It was impossible to read Marcus’ face, but you could see some sort of emotion swirling in his eyes.

“The first time I saw you in the paddock, I told Clem that you were my future,” he started. You could feel tears prickling behind your eyes, “It was a running joke between Clem, Max and Felipe because it took me so long to have the courage to talk to you. I think the whole grid knew about my crush on you. And then rumors started that you were taking a sabbatical from motorsports, and I couldn’t let you leave without knowing you. So I took a chance, and obviously my flirting needs work, because I thought I had been obvious with my intentions for years.” he took a deep breath, and you could feel the tears running down your face. 

“I thought I was making progress when you moved in here, you loosened up somewhat. Then you sent me that picture, and I could actually feel my heart shatter in my chest. What bugged me the most was that I hadn’t noticed?” He looked a little uncertain. “We agreed to keep it on the down low,” you said, voice thick with emotion. Marcus nodded. “Anyways, it doesn’t really matter now. Felipe told me to get my head out of my ass, then he sent a very furious text to Max. And I didn’t even know he knew how to text.” you let out a little laugh through your tears. “But you are here, in my bed, and in my t-shirt so I guess that means that you do feel the same.” he said, looking from his hands to your face. 

Instead of answering, you surged forward and pressed your lips to his. Marcus’ hands immediately reached for you, holding you close to him as he kissed you back. Breaking the kiss to catch you breath, you said “we are both so stupid.”. Marcus let out a laugh at that. “Stupid in love?” he asked, a smile on his lips. “Obviously.” you answered, “Who knew you were the jealous type?”. He pulled back a little, leveling you with a look that was wholly unamused. “You have not seen jealous yet.” he said, kissing you with a newfound determination. It felt like your entire body was set on fire as his hands roamed over your body. 

“I’m gonna show you what you’ve been missing,” he breathed, peppering kisses down your neck. “Less talking, more kissing” you said, pulling him back up to your lips by his hair. The groan he let out sendt a surge of electricity through you. “As good as you look in my t-shirt, I think I’d like to claim you in other ways,” Marcus said as he pulled back once again, grabbing the hem of the shirt you were wearing, slowly peeling it off you. Another groan left him as he fixed his eyes on you, now only sat in your knickers in his bed. “You are wearing too many clothes,” you said, pulling at his hoodie. The speed in which he got rid of his clothes was probably some sort of record. 

Marcus grabbed hold of your ankles, yanking you down the bed so you were flat on your back. The next second he was crawling up the bed, slotting himself between your legs as he claimed your lips again. You would never grow tired of the feeling of his lips against yours. Slowly grinding against you, your frustration with the last two pieces of clothes remaining grew. “Marcus please.” you whined, finding it hard to put together a coherent sentence. “What do you want, baby?” he asked, grinding his hips harder against yours. “I need you to touch me, please,” you weren’t normally one for begging, but it seemed like your brain was not working. 

Sliding his hand towards the apex of your thighs, he let his thumb ghost over your clit. Your hips seemed to have a mind of their own, chasing the friction his hand and his hips were creating. Taking pity on you, he moved enough to get both your underwear off as he moved down the bed. Before you could react, his tongue swiped at your slit, flicking over your clit. A loud moan left you, hands taking purchase in his hair. Going at it like a man starved, it didn’t take long before you were on edge, just missing that last push. Seeming to read your mind, he pushed two fingers into you, curling them just right. “Fuck, Marcus, please,” your voice sounded high pitched and breathy. A chant of his name left you as he pushed you over the edge.

As you came down, you could feel Marcus searching for something in his bedside table. When he suddenly froze, you opened your eyes. “What’s wrong?” you asked, feeling slightly on edge with how rigid he was. “Emh, this is sort of embarrassing.” he said, not really looking at you. “Marcus, what is it?” you asked again, leaning up on your elbows. “My condoms are expired.” he said, a bright blush spreading over his cheeks. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest. “Why are your condoms expired?” you asked, a smile obvious in your voice. Dropping his head on your chest, he mumbled a response to your boobs. “Sorry, didn’t quite catch that,” you said with a laugh. “I said, it’s been a while since I slept with someone.” he answered, still not looking at you.

Cupping his cheek, you turned his face to look at you. “We don’t need one. I am on the pill, and I have never slept with anyone without a condom before,” you said, trying to soothe him, “but if you really want to use one, I have some in my bedroom.”. His face went from fond at the first part of your sentence, to annoyed at the last part. “You’re willing to let me fuck you without a condom, but noone else?” he said, suddenly looking smug. The rate his emotions changed was giving you whiplash. “Yes?” it came out as more of a question than it was meant to. “So what you are saying is that I am better than anyone else?” The smug look on his face made you want to take back everything you had said. 

“Do you want to fuck me or not? Cuz I have a hookup on speed dial that can get me off.” you said in an attempt of wiping the look off his face. It worked. “Let me tell you something baby,” he said in that low voice you loved so much, “nobody will ever be able to make you feel the way I do.”. He was back between your legs before you had a chance to wrap your head around what he had just said. “Nobody will ever fuck you the way I can,” he continued, pushing inside you without a warning. There were no words to describe the way he was filling you. An obscene moan left you, nails digging into his back as he started moving. 

As he pushed one of your knees to your chest, and angled his hips in the perfect way, he kept hitting that sweet, sweet spot inside you with every thrust. “You think Max can fuck you like this?” he whispered in your ear. “No,” you moaned back. “What was that?” he asked, more power in his hips at the next thrust. “No Marcus, nobody can fuck me like you do. Please” you said, on the edge of oblivion. “I can feel you pulsating around me baby,” he groaned, “come for me.”.  That was all it took for the tight band in your abdomen to snap. “Fuck,” Marcus moaned as you came, following you over the edge.

“Your bedroom is officially the office,” Marcus said as he rolled off you, pulling you onto his chest. “Oh really?” you asked, clearly amused. “Yes. We have wasted too much time.” he stated as a matter-of-factly. With his hand drawing random patterns and the feeling of bliss surrounding you, you fell into a peaceful sleep, wrapped up in the man you loved.

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[landhoehoehoe]

monaco blues - Marcus Armstrong

At first I think I have to apologize to whoever asked for the Dennis fic because I have decided to put it on ice for a while until I actually like what I'm writing again, sorry for that :(

Here's a lil Marcus fic, including smut, unprotected sex (pls don't do that in real life!) and fluff :)

Marcus Armstrong x reader; As Marcus returns to Monaco for the F2 race he keeps an eye out for a certain someone who had made his previous visit an unforgettable experience

You had had sex multiple times that night: The night you should have regretted immediately afterwards. 

But how could you possibly regret a night in which you had had multiple orgasms without having to fake it once, though?

Why should you have regretted it anyways? 

Maybe because the guy you had hooked up with was none other than Marcus Armstrong, as you had only found out the next morning. 

Your social media had already been overflowing: someone had spotted Marcus leaving the club in Monte Carlo with you in his arm. 

The caption had made you stop in your tracks: 

“Spotted: Marcus Armstrong leaving the Royal Club in Monte Carlo with mystery girl #5 on his arm… seems like the Kiwi is really enjoying his holidays ;)”

Seeing that post on Instagram had given you enough reason to regret the whole night, sneaking out of his hotel room as quiet and fast as possible. 

After that shocking revelation it came as no surprise that you were enraged. 

First: He had lied to you about who he was. 

Second: You hated being another number on his list. 

Another girl he had successfully seduced into pleasuring him. So obviously all that rage quickly focused on him, keeping him in your mind for weeks to come even though all you wanted to do was forget about him. Him. Marcus Armstrong. 

Kiwi F2 driver, not an ordinary engineer like he had told you.

The man who had you a moaning mess beneath him the whole night. 

Often times you’d dream of him… of his hands on your body, his lips in all the right places and his damn raspy voice. 

It had made you furious that your were somehow still constantly reminded of his existence when you were so determined to delete him from your memory forever. 

As time passed though, you found yourself thinking about that night less frequently, finally managing to banish Marcus into the darkest depths of your mind. 

Weeks and months flew by, you were buried deep in your studies and barely had any time or piece of mind to spare for him. 

Your primary rage had finally died down, being able to cope with all the Formula 2 pages on Instagram still tagging you in Marcus-related photos. 

Thankfully your account had been set to private from the beginning so no one could actually see your photos and you had had the great joy of declining Marcus’ follow request the morning after. 

So things were looking up for you again, especially since you had just taken your last exam before summer break in May. 

You were on your way back home on your bike, riding through the streets of Monaco with your bag over your shoulder and the biggest smile on your face when suddenly you had to stop. 

The road was closed. 

You frowned, before asking the man standing behind the barrier what was going on. 

“I’m sorry, Miss, but you cannot go through here. Tomorrow’s the first day of the Monaco Grand Prix. Important people will be coming and going constantly.”, he shrugged with an apologetic smile. 

You sighed.

 It was just your luck: Having to take an alternative route around the paddock area which would take you an additional ten minutes. 

And that was when you saw it: A huge truck with the Formula 2 logo on it passing the barrier. 

No. It couldn’t be. 

“Excuse me, sir. Is Formula 2 racing here this weekend as well?”

Your heart dropped when the man nodded. 

If Formula 2 was here, he was here too. 

Suddenly there was a weird sour taste on your tongue, the huge smile from earlier wiped off your face just like that. 

Today was supposed to be such a good day but instead you were slapped in the face by something Marcus-related yet again. 

Great. 

You thanked the man behind the barrier and took the alternative route, not able to stop your mind from already making up the wildest scenarios of possible ways of meeting Marcus again. 

Under no circumstances did you want to see him again, no matter how good the sex had been. You could feel the anger building up inside you again just reliving the morning after. 

Finding out he had been lying to you, exposing you to the media without you knowing. 

So the decision was clear: This next weekend would be spent at home, only occasionally leaving your apartment to go get food. Because you knew just how easy it was running into someone in the small streets of Monte Carlo, so you would not take the risk of encountering him. 

However, your best friend had other plans. 

That same evening she would not stop talking you into going out with her. 

Of course, all of your friends had taken their last exam today, too, so there was a good reason to celebrate. 

You had also wanted nothing more but to go out again after having spent many many evenings studying at home. But that was before you had found out Marcus was in the same town as you again. 

Somehow your best friend still managed to drag you to the club, though. The night was spent always keeping a watchful eye out for a certain Kiwi, but you were in luck. 

Everything went smoothly and you actually allowed yourself to have fun again. 

Only then did you realize how stupid your fear of meeting Marcus had been. You shouldn’t have to be afraid of meeting him, in fact it should be the other way around. 

Because if you ever saw him again so help you god would you give him a piece of your mind. And it would not be pretty. 

So thanks to your new mindset and confidence you found yourself in the club once again on Sunday night after the Monaco Grand Prix. 

You were already a few drinks deep, dancing with your girl friends in the middle of the club, the alcohol taking away any shame you might have felt when grinding your hips against your best friend’s. 

She let her hands wander over your body seductively, from your short top over the white skirt you had thrown on. 

It looked hot, no question in that, but what you didn’t know at that point was that he was watching. 

Marcus had been watching you the whole time, from when you’d first stepped into the club to now. Of course he had hoped to see you again, after waking up to an empty bed a few months ago. 

At first he had been confused as to why you had left without saying anything, then it had dawned on him what had happened and he immediately cursed himself for being so stupid to think lying to you would be a good idea. 

Sadly, one look at his phone had confirmed his worries. 

Although it was helpful that the internet had so quickly found your Instagram account, it had been a slap in the face when you had declined his follow request. 

There had been some horrible headlines out there and he had wanted nothing more than to explain everything to you. 

Yes, he had been hooking up with different girls almost every night during that trip but that had immediately stopped after your night together. 

Because the moment he had laid eyes on you he knew he was done for. 

Everything about you was perfect, leaving him with the want for more. 

He wanted all of you, not just the amazing sex. 

But it had been too late and so Marcus had been left with his own memories of that night, replaying it over and over in his mind. 

So naturally you were all he could focus on when he realized you were in the same club as him, dancing only a few meters away from him, having the time of your life. 

You looked hotter than ever, unholy thoughts racing in his mind immediately. 

His weekend had been one of his best ones in Formula 2 so far so his mood had been good already, but seeing you really was the icing on the cake. 

He just had to wait for the right moment to finally talk to you… and maybe have another drink to boost his confidence. Because he had no idea how to approach you.

 You were so unpredictable, Marcus couldn’t for the life of him read you. 

“Mate, check out Clem, he’s wasted!”, Felipe exclaimed, throwing his arm around Marcus, pulling Marcus’ attention away from you momentarily. 

An amused smile found its way onto Marcus’ face as he watched Felipe run over to Clem to hand him another drink. 

Felipe really was a nightmare friend to party with, Marcus had understood that fairly quickly. 

With a grin still on his face, Marcus turned his head back to you, searching for a white skirt in the crowd…. And his face dropped. 

Your white skirt was no longer pushed up against the girl you had been dancing with but another guy’s hand was snaked around your waist, your back turned towards Marcus. 

He could feel the jealousy bubbling up almost immediately until he noticed that your arms were indeed not around the guy’s neck. 

Instead, you were awkwardly trying to wriggle yourself out of his grip. Relief flushed through Marcus, but the stranger did not get your message, bringing you closer to him again. 

That was it. 

Marcus downed his own drink, making his way across the dance floor to where you were standing. 

His hands found their way around your waist, the movement feeling so natural to him. 

“Having fun, babe?”

Both you and the other guy looked at him with equal confusion, both your eyes widening at the same time as the two of you recognized him. 

“You’re…”, the guy muttered, immediately letting go of you. Marcus squeezed your waist, hoping to relax you. 

“Marcus Armstrong, yes. If you’d please stop harassing my girlfriend that would be very kind of you.”, Marcus gave the stranger a friendly but deadly smile, making him turn around to quickly disappear after a quick apology. 

As soon as the guy was gone you pulled Marcus’ arms off your hips, turning around with a displeased look on your face. Yes, you were thankful the other guy was gone but you did not like the guy standing in front of you now either. 

“Since when am I your girlfriend, huh?”, you scoffed, crossing your arms. 

“Since other guys are touching you.”, Marcus responded taken aback.

“Well goodbye then, babe.”, you gave him a fake smile before turning around to disappear into the crowd. 

However he reacted quickly, grabbing your arm to spin you around once again. 

“Wait! Can we at least talk?”

You let out a sarcastic laugh. 

“About what? The fact that you lied to me or the fact that the whole world knows I slept with you?”

Marcus knew you were right.

“I’m sorry. I truly am. I just panicked when I first saw you because you looked so fucking gorgeous and I didn’t want to fuck it up…”, he stammered, talking fast because he didn’t know how much longer you’d still talk to him. 

“But you did. You fucked up everything, Marcus.”, you sounded hurt and Marcus hated that he was the reason for it. 

“I know…I never meant for any of it to happen, I swear, but…this is me asking you for a second chance. Please.”, he looked down at his hand on your arm, then back at you. 

You didn’t know what to say, your brain not functioning properly anymore from the alcohol. 

All you knew was that you definitely didn’t hate him even though every part of you wanted you to hate him. 

And you should… but you didn’t. 

“You lied to me.”, you took a step towards him, looking into his eyes. 

“Thanks to you I still get messages from random people on the internet on a daily basis.”, another step towards him. 

You were now close enough to feel his hot breath as he looked down at you, not daring to break the eye contact. “Thanks to you my standards are so fucking high when it comes to sex.”, your drunken mind took over as your hand came up to his chest, feeling his heart beating almost as fast as your own did. 

Neither of you knew what was going to happen next, yet you both knew exactly where you’d end up this night. 

“I fucking hate you.”, both your hands now rested against his chest, still keeping the eye contact. Marcus gulped audibly. 

“And I hate that I still want you.”

Then you stood on your tiptoes, your hands finding his neck to pull him down to finally connect your lips. Marcus didn’t need much time to adjust, his hands naturally finding your waist again, pulling you into him tightly. 

When his tongue slipped into your mouth you unfortunately had to admit how much you had missed this feeling of absolute electricity and excitement flowing through your body. 

A feeling only Marcus’ touch could evoke. 

Your hands started playing with his hair while his hands found your ass, occasionally slipping under the skirt, making you moan into his mouth. 

Marcus could feel himself getting hard within seconds, which wasn’t a surprise to him seeing as he’d pleasured himself many times thinking of you in the past couple of months. 

“You wanna go somewhere else?”, you whispered into the kiss, Marcus nodding immediately. 

You pulled apart and he looked at you again with…adoration in his eyes?

 Then he took your hand in his, leading you out of the club, where a lot of people where currently waiting for taxis to arrive. 

As you waited for your taxi in the cold, away from any curious eyes, you let go of his hand to hug yourself, spending you some warmth. Monaco at night could be freezing, especially when you were only in a short top and skirt. 

Marcus noticed your shivering, but didn’t have a jacket to offer you since he’d only come in his shirt. 

“Come here, you’re freezing.”, he pulled you close to him, encasing you in his arms delicately. Your hands rested against his chest as you looked up at him. 

Only then did you realize that it was going to hurt like hell, leaving him tomorrow, knowing he would forget about you soon enough. 

“What are you thinking about?”, he smirked, giving you a peck to the lips. 

Quickly you shook off your sadness and intrusive thoughts because you didn’t want to show your vulnerability, shaking your head. 

“Nothing..it’s just cold.”, you forced a smile on your face before burying your head in his chest to avoid his gaze. Marcus knew something was off by the tone of your voice and the half smile you had put on, he just couldn’t pinpoint it, which is why he decided to let it go.

 If you wanted to tell him, eventually you would. 

Then Marcus got a text. 

“Our taxi isn’t going to be here for another thirty minutes, they’ve blocked some roads.”, he groaned, letting his head fall back. You chewed on your lip, looking back up at him. 

“We could go to my place..”, you suggested shyly, catching his attention. 

Obviously he hadn’t considered that option yet. 

“It’s only a five minute walk from here.”, you added, watching as he contemplated the option. 

Then he nodded, letting you take the lead while he intertwined your fingers again. 

On your way to the apartment the tension and anticipation almost became unbearable so it came as no surprise that Marcus had you pushed up against the nearest wall, kissing you deeply as soon as you had closed the door behind him. 

You moaned as he pressed himself against you, feeling his erection against your core. 

Your hands toyed with his hair, pulling slightly at his roots as he moved from your lips to your neck, leaving sloppy kisses everywhere. 

He sucked and bit at your neck, making you writhe under his touch while his hands roamed your body, coming to a hold at your ass. 

He had so desperately been craving to touch you for the past months, he felt like an addict. 

First he lifted one of your legs around his waist, gripping your thigh as if you were his own personal drug: not able to get enough of you, of your body. “Jump.”, he whispered into your ear, his free hand already on its way to your other thigh. When you wrapped both your legs around him, he pushed you into the wall even further to hoist you up properly. 

His face was now at the perfect height to attack your cleavage, kissing and sucking his way to your nipples. 

“Marcus..”, you moaned, your mind already hazy. 

He responded by finally reaching his hand under your skirt, pushing your underwear aside quickly. 

Your hips bucked into him at his touch, making him smirk against your skin because he knew he had full control over you. 

“Already so wet for me?”, he asked, cockily leaning his head back to look at you. You rolled your eyes. 

“Just shut up and touch me.”, you pulled his head towards you again, connecting your lips to a fiery kiss. However, he decided to tease you a little while longer, letting his digits ghost over your clit. 

“What’s the magic word, darling?”, he smirked once again, enjoying your frustrated expression. You weren’t going to give in to his dominance play though. At least not yet. 

“If you won’t touch me I can gladly touch myself.”, you replied, trying to free yourself from his grip. 

Marcus was quick to tighten his grip though, giving you a challenging look as he pressed you against the wall harder. 

“We both know it wouldn’t be the same though.”, he started peppering your neck with kisses, your body reacting to his touch automatically, arching your back towards him even though you didn’t want to. 

You could feel him smile against the crook of your neck, so you pulled his hair back rather harshly, forcing him to lean his head back with a groan. 

As you kept him from kissing you it was now your turn to smirk at him. 

“Fine. No touching means no kissing then.”

Marcus scoffed, rolling his eyes. 

“You know you can be a fucking brat sometimes.”

To this you only smiled, knowing you had him right where you wanted because you noticed his gaze wandering in-between your tits and eyes again, hungry for your skin. 

“Are you gonna touch me then?”, you asked impatiently, batting your eyelashes at him innocently all while stilling having a grip on his hair, keeping him at a safe distance. 

You thought he was about to give in, lose this battle, but you had been wrong.

 Instead of finally pushing his fingers inside you, he placed you back down, letting go of your hips. Confused, you went to say something but were quickly cut off by him grabbing your hips, turning you around to push your front to the wall, his cock now pressing against your ass. 

However, you couldn’t help but smile. 

You liked it when Marcus gave you the control but you loved his dominant side even more. 

Of course Marcus didn’t miss your smile either, letting out a small laugh. 

“That’s what I thought.”

As you weren’t really in a position to touch him yourself, your only option was grinding against his cock as best as you could. 

Marcus let out a heavy breath which didn’t go unnoticed by you. 

His hand wrapped around your hair, holding you in place as his other hand wandered up your ass under your skirt. 

He flipped the skirt up, exposing your ass to him so that he could lay a sharp slap to your ass, making you gasp. 

“That’s for not following orders, darling.”, he tsked, soothing the spot with his hand. 

“Look so good for me tonight.”, he groaned, taking in the view of your half naked ass. 

“Only for you..”, you hoped to get him to touch you again. 

Unimpressed, Marcus let out a raspy laugh. 

“No shit, this pussy is mine.”, suddenly his hand came around your waist to cup your pussy, making your hips buck into his hand. “Please, Marcus..”, you moaned, throwing all of your previous intentions out of the window to finally beg for him. 

“Please what? Use your words, love.”, Marcus had a cocky smirk plastered on his face again, knowing he’d won this round. 

You rolled your eyes but decided to surrender, being too desperate for his touch. 

“Please touch me, Marcus. Need your fingers inside me.”

That was all it took to have Marcus’ fingers pull your slip aside, this time wasting no time in entering you. 

You pressed your ass even further against his cock at the sensation, making him grow even harder. 

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”, he asked with a smug look on his face, moving his fingers faster inside you while his hand that was in your hair came around to cup your chin. 

He turned your face to look back at him, giving you a sloppy kiss of appreciation. 

Then his hand went to massage your clit, pulling another loud moan from you. 

“Not sure how much longer I can last…”, you gasped, feeling the familiar knot tighten in your stomach. Marcus sped up his fingers just until your head fell back onto his shoulder: The sign that you were about to cum. 

So he pulled his fingers out of you quickly, leaving you frustrated and empty. 

“Marcus..”, you cried out immediately, a tear falling from your eye over the ruined orgasm. 

But Marcus only rolled his eyes. 

“Will you stop whining?”, he retorted in a rather annoyed voice, pulling down your skirt and panties as well as his own pants. 

You waited in anticipation as Marcus stroked his rock hard cock before he let it glide through your folds. 

He pushed you back against the wall, his free hand around your neck. Your legs wanted to give out from the sensation of the ruined orgasm still looming over you, but Marcus held you in place firmly. 

Even now he couldn’t stop the teasing though: not entering you yet, even though he saw your pleading face, his own dick twitching in his hand. 

He let his cock swipe through your folds again, gathering all your wetness before finally pushing into you. 

The moan you let out as he entered you was a sound Marcus would replay often times when he’d pleasure himself in the future. 

For a moment he stilled his movements, giving you enough time to adjust. “Ready?”, as he kissed the spot beneath your ear you shivered, nodding eagerly. 

“Want you to fuck-”, you replied, the rest of your sentence being lost in a moan because he started thrusting into you at a steady fast pace. 

Your mouth hang wide open, feeling him grab your ass tightly, guiding your hips towards his cock while he pounded into you. 

“Oh fuck.”, he hissed when you clenched around him, his hand coming up to your neck to pull your back against him. 

The new angle had him hitting all the right spots inside you, making your legs shake. 

“You like that?”, he smirked, applying light pressure to your neck. 

However your brain wasn’t exactly able to form sentences right now so you didn’t answer, giving him a moan instead. But that didn’t satisfy Marcus. 

He squeezed your neck harder, his other hand finding your clit while he kept his relentless pace. 

“Answer me.”, he growled into your ear, a squeal escaping your lips as he pressed his fingers against your clit. 

“Yes. Fuck yes!”, you exclaimed as he filled you up completely, pushing you further against the wall again as he stilled his movements inside you. 

“That’s my girl.”, he smiled contently, continuing thrusting into you again. 

He had you right where he wanted and you both knew it. 

“Now be a good girl and cum all over my cock, yeah?”, his fingers played with your clit, feeling your walls tighten around his cock once again in response. 

You couldn’t see it but he was truly struggling not to cum before you because the feeling of you around his cock was a feeling like no other.  

So he sped his fingers up, rubbing circles on your clit whilst your legs almost gave out under you.

 He noticed you struggling to stand on your own quickly, his hand that had grabbed your neck now finding its way back to your hip, holding you in place. 

“Wish you could see yourself right now: Taking my cock so well, such a slut for me.”, he grunted, knowing his words were all you needed to send you over the edge. 

And he was right: A string of curse words fell from your mouth before he felt you clenching around him, riding out your high. 

It took everything in him not to cum inside you right then when you were milking his cock so good, but tonight he wanted your mouth. 

Wanted to see you on your knees for him. 

When he felt you coming down from your high, he pulled out of you, turning you around to him. You already knew what he wanted, giving him a lazy kiss before getting on your knees. 

His cock was painfully hard and dripping from your own wetness. Quickly you sucked him clean, tasting your own juices. 

Then you started to take him into your mouth fully, bobbing your head up and down his shaft. Marcus’ hands gripped your hair, holding it back into a makeshift ponytail as he threw his head back at the feeling of your lips around his cock. 

It was the most incredible feeling and a feeling Marcus didn’t ever want to miss again. 

He looked back down at you, giving him the best head of his life all while looking so fucking beautiful. 

“That’s it, darling.”, he praised, his dick twitching in your mouth as you moaned around him. 

“Gonna fuck your face, yeah?”, he waited until you nodded before he started moving his hips to hit the very back of your throat with his tip. 

Even though tears were falling from your eyes and your were already gagging you held on to his thighs, knowing this was all he needed to cum. 

And just as you had predicted, he came only moments later, you swallowing his cum without hesitation. 

“Fuck, baby…”, he cursed, running a hand through his hair. 

When he came down from his high, he pulled you back up on your feet, holding your waist tightly because he knew your legs were still shaking. 

He sent you a beaming, fucked out smile before kissing you in the softest way possible. 

No dominance play, no lip biting, only his soft lips on yours and his hands around your waist. It made you melt right into his touch, leaning against him as your hands held on to his neck. 

You squealed when he suddenly picked you up, wrapping your legs around his torso automatically. 

With your help, he managed to navigate around your apartment and eventually find your bedroom to lay you down on your bed. 

Just seeing the hungry look he gave you as he towered over you was enough to make you horny again, knowing exactly this wouldn’t be the last time you’d be screaming his name tonight. 

The sun shone through your half-closed blinds, making you blink. 

In your half asleep state you replayed yesterday’s events, mentally preparing yourself to wake up to an empty bed. 

It would hurt like a bitch, that was for sure. 

But you couldn’t really blame Marcus for leaving, because you had done the exact same thing to him. 

And besides, you guys weren’t even together so he really had no reason to spend more time with you than necessary. 

It wasn’t until you heard a deep grumbling sound behind you that you noticed the arm draped around your waist, pulling you close towards Marcus’ chest. 

He had stayed? 

Confused, you turned around in his arms to look at him. 

He had been sleeping before, but thanks to your sudden movement he started blinking, too, until he could open his eyes fully. 

“Good morning.”, he smiled when he saw you looking at him. 

You worked your brain overtime but still didn’t understand the reasoning behind Marcus still laying here with you. 

“Why are you still here?”

That was about all you could say at the moment.

 Yesterday you had been so sure that this was going to be another one night stand with ties being cut between the two of you again the next morning. 

Marcus’ smile dropped, an insecure look on his face now. 

“Should I leave?”, he asked, a trace of disappointment in his voice, which confused you even more. 

“No, don’t!”, quickly your hand came up to cup his face. 

“I mean…er…you can leave.. if you want to.”, you added, just as insecure as Marcus, beginning to take your hand off his face again. 

But Marcus held your hand in place, kissing the inside of your hand. 

“No, no. I don’t want to..If that’s ok with you..”

You couldn’t help but laugh, making Marcus frown in confusion. 

“My god, we really are stupid, aren’t we?”, your laughter made Marcus’ frown turn into a wide smile again. 

He pulled you even closer into him, connecting your lips to a kiss. 

And it just felt so right that you knew you couldn’t let him go. Not today, not ever again. 

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Could you please give us some more Marcus Armstrong audio😵 he sounds so real 😳

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[formulawrite]

NSFW ALPHABET - MARCUS ARMSTRONG

Summary: as promised i brought two of those. again pretty self explanatory

Warnings: smut

Notes: this picture and a video of him lifting weights awoken something in me, that’s all i have to say 

A = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

The kind of guy that brags how good it right after sex, but always with you rolled up in his arms

b = body part (their favorite body part of their partner’s)

neck, he loves kissing and biting your neck while dancing together on a club, and really loves squeezing it while fucking

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

in your pussy, when you too were too deep in the relationship and felt safe to go on with it was the best sex you too ever had. He loved the way how you felt even more wet by his cum.

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he's waiting for the right moment to bring this up he wants nothing more than have you dominating him, tying him up to a bed, pulling his hair and riding him until he's begging to cum.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he knows a lot of stuff in theory but practice not so much, he's a fast learner tho

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

sideways, is easier to slip inside you and make you look at him with his hand around his neck.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he tries to be funny and light most times

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

bare, not a single hair there

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he makes you laugh then 5 seconds later he's fucking you so hard you can't barely speak that’s how the funny guys get you girlies keep an eye open 

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

when you're not on race weekends with him he needs to take care of himself, he even sends you a video when his finishing calling your name.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

besides choking, daddy kink, but only in bed nothing creepy in public

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

the kitchen or the bathroom, you love the feeling of going at it on the counter

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

mostly everything, but he gets really hard once you start to whisper dirty things in his ear and give him an innocent look batting your eyelashes at him.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

hurt you in any way

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

receiving, that man sits with his legs open when you go down on him while he holds your hair back and just let you do you thing

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

depends on the day, but usually rough

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

whenever he gets a chance he drags you into a party at a bathroom or the backseat of his car.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

sometimes, he likes to put his hands on you under tables just to see how far you can go without making a face or faking a cough to hide a moan

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

two rounds but he lasts pretty long

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

oh yes, the first vibrator you ever gotten was a gift he got you to think about him while he’s away

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

he teases the shit out of you the whole day until you have to beg for him to fuck you already 

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he loves to praise you during sex so he lets a few moans escape during his praises 

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

i don’t know how or when it happened, all i know is that we were watching a movie in one minute and next thing i know i was on Marcus lap just in my underwear

“Marcus please stop teasing” I whispered as he kept bulking his hips slightly barely touching me 

“you walked around all day wearing just my shirt and the smallest panties you have” he says while holding my face and spreading kisses all over “and you expect me to just fuck you when you want it?” I felt myself being lifted to sit on his bare thigh 

“you have to work for it first” he puts one of hands on my hips while leaning against the sofa and hanging his arm on the armrest “c’mon i know you love it” he used the hand on my hip to rock me a bit, making my clit rub against the lace of my panties 

i didn’t need more encouragement to keep going, the muscle of his thigh against my clit felt amazing but i needed more 

“p-please i want you inside” i rocked my hips even harder to get even more friction, his hanging arm came to my neck chocking me and pulling me closer to him  

"your doing so good for daddy love” whispering in my ear “make him proud and cum like the good little whore you are”

this was enough to rock my hips faster reaching my high and leaving a wet patch in his thigh 

“such a good girl rubbing yourself on me” he laid me back on the couch getting on top and taking his pants off “now be a good little slut and open those legs for daddy.”

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

long but not too thick

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

high, very high

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he gets hyper after sex, no falling asleep while he’s at it.

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CHILI PEPPER 18+ CS55

Carlos Sainz -CHILI PEPPER 18+

A small reminder, im really bad in writing fluff so im sorry for the first part! I did writed smut before but never posted it, let me know what you think!

Warnings: dominance carlos, public fingering, teasing, slightly BDSM, unprotected sex, thigh/ass slapping, carlos getting called daddy, orgasm (both). PinV. SMUT 18+++

4.3K+ words

This is my work, and I do not consent for it to be shared to other websites platforms or apps nor can any of my original story lines re-written or continue by others, love all your support x

and a big thank you to @carlos55edits for helping me with everything! XXX

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It was a normal Saturday evening, hanging out with Charles, Daniel, Lando and carlos. We were outside by the pool, talking about the latest race Silverstone. Carlos his first win in Formula one. He totally deserved this one!.

Carlos was decide the formula one driver, a sweet caring person. Family on priority 1. Always driven to complete goals, and ofcourse formula one. His dream that came true. Carlos thought that he had everything he wanted. But when he saw you, he drowned..

A girl that supported him through everything, that didn’t needed a word to understand what he was feeling, and he needed someone that loved formula one.

There you were, the girl of his dreams.  But One point was missing.

The formula one love, you were a busy girl. Traveling for modelling. Its funny how you met carlos. You didn’t knew he was a formula one driver until 6 December 2021. You had a shoot for Ferrari, carlos and charles were there too when you shooted. And also did a  few pictures with carlos.

After that day, he invited you to the last race. He learned you everything about the sport and made you fell In love with it. not only the sport but also with him.

Yes you fell for him, pretty hard. He was the man you wanted, inside and outside.

Everyone knew that you were dating carlos, but that day.. 17 July, is a day you both never forget. Carlos his first ever win in formula one. And if it couldn’t be better, carlos his girl of his dreams became his.

There was one problem and It sounds easy but it wasn’t that easy, looking carlos in his eyes.. Making eye contact wasn’t that difficult because his brown eyes were always fixed on me. But when it came to point I could never looked him in the eye.

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Carlos told me that Charles, Daniel and lando would come over today so I went out to give them space. When I came back home I saw them sitting by the pool. So I had the best idea to bring them drinks.

I quickly made a few cocktails, one without alcohol because lando doesn’t drink only on party’s. I putted them on a blade before walking out.

‘’hola hotties’’ I chuckled before handing them the cocktails.

‘’thanks yn, is this with alcohol?’’ lando immediately asked.

‘’no yours is without and the rest has a bit alcohol in it’’ I smiled before turning to carlos.

‘’text or call me when you need anything big boy’’ I told him before running my hand through his still wet hair

‘’where are you going Cariño?’’ he frowned, he sat on a big U formed couch, snuggled under a blanket, his hair was still messy because they were all day playing in and around the pool.

‘’oh I was going back inside, unpacking my package why?’’ I asked back. pointing to the boxes inside. I didn’t really bought something only a new red laced lingerie set and somethings I needed to pick up at the store for carlos.

‘’come on that can wait Cariño’’ he says, pulling with one hand on my arm, the other one hold the blanket up so I could join him

‘’are you sure, I don’t want to ruin your night with the boys’’ I said insecure. Its not that I don’t want to join but I don’t wanna be that girlfriend that is always taking his time away while he is with friends.

‘’don’t worry yn, you never ruin our night’’ charles spoke while smiling up to me.

‘’ yeah your amazing, the sunshine of our group we cant miss you!’’ lando chuckled before he putted his cocktail down.

‘’thank you’’ I mumbled softly before sitting down on carlos his lap, just a little bit to the side, my legs hanging over the side of the couch while carlos putted his right arm around me so I could snuggle against him.

The night goes by, we all drunk a little bit, not that much. (Except lando) Carlos his left hand never left my thigh that evening, his fingers tracing figures over my inner thigh while talking with them.

I tried not to think about yesterday evening. I really did my best.

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You watched yourself in the mirror, carlos fucking you from  behind roughly. The mirror perfectly allowing you to see the powerful man behind you in ways you never wanted to change. You both could feel your orgasms building when he pulled your body up against his chest while he continued to thrust deeply and fast in and out you.

The new angle provided the perfect simulation to your G-spot. You watched your self in the mirror as his hand came down. Circling around and on your throbbing clit, finally allowing you to cum.

Your pussy clenched around him and drew out his orgasm as he came for the second time tonight inside you. One final powerful thrust before I felt his cum filling me, following by a few more as he trusted his hot cum into you, moaning your name, kissing your neck while praising you.

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‘’stop moving princessa or you might feel a problem down here’’ carlos breathed in my neck before kissing your neck slightly.

‘’where were you In your pretty mind Cariño’’ carlos whispered before fixing his lips back on my bare shoulder.

I weared a short pink silky dress, shoulders naked. My body barley covered. Because I didn’t had anything to wear I had to wear a out’ going’’ dress. Carlos loved this dress, maybe that was why he couldn’t hold his hands off me.

It went silence for a few moments between us, the others not paying attention to us for a moment. Ofcourse he knows he is good in bed, but I never told him about my ‘flashbacks.’

‘’I got a flashback  ..  yesterday night’’ I mumbled before turning my head, burring it in his neck. my lips dangerly close to his neck, my breath on his skin made him getting goosebumps

‘’ Cariño.. ‘’ carlos mumbled, his grip on my thigh got stronger “ you were so good for me princessa’’ he breath out, my lips finding his neck really quick.

Carlos got also flashbacks from yesterday, blood rushing to his cock. Sweet lips on his neck didn’t make it any easier then it was.

‘’yn, you should stop princessa’’

I slowly lifted my hips a bit up, moving my ass over his tight crotch. For the others it seemed like I was adjusting on his lap but it was nothing like that, my ass grinding for a few seconds over his crotch, immediately feeling his cock growing.

‘’you think anyone will notice if I start fingering you right now?’’ he whispers, his Spanish accent was thick. It maybe sounds weird but when he is talking Spanish.. it does turn me on.

 my eyes going wide at his question, cheeks flushing red as my thighs rubbed against eachoter, the thought he wanted to finger me while we were with his friends..

‘’come on Cariño answer me, iknow you can be a good girl’’ he mumbles, his left hand sneaking under my dress. His fingers dangerly close to my core.

‘’i-I don’t think I can be quiet c-carlos’’ I whimpered, my hips slightly bulking up, trying to find any friction from his hand, his hand perfectly cupped my pussy.

‘’shut up and take it, or I might have to punish you later’’ he whispers before pulling me upwards, making me sit on his lap, my back fully pressed against his chest. my both legs fell becide his, he slowly opened  his legs making mine automatically spread further

Luckily we had a blanket over our legs, his fingers slowly pulling on my thong, his fingers playing with the fabric before shoving them aside.

‘’mhm Cariño so ready for this’’ he winked, charles’ his eyes shooting to carlos.

Their friendship is so strong that charles immediately knew what was happening underneath the blanket. His finger tracing from my entrance to my clit a few times, spreading my wetness. My head well thrown back in his neck, hearing him mumble things.

A shiver left my spine as  his fingers goasted through my soaked folds,  a sharp breath followed caught off by the gasp that left my lips, carlos his fingers were already knuckle deep inside of me without even a thought of a warning. A string of whimpers left my mouth making the others frown confused.

‘’you okay yn?’’ Daniel asked worried, ofcourse I was okay. I bit my lip as carlos founded a steady rhythm inside before adding a second finger, the stretch practically burning  at this point but the pleasure of the new founded fullness overrode your pain receptors.

‘’answer them’’ he whispered under his breath before speaking louder ‘’yeah  Cariño do you need something? ‘’ carlos asked, putting his best acting skills on to sound worried. His fingers slowed down for a second, but when I opened my mouth to speak his fingers touched that sweet spot inside me.

‘’just..’’ I slightly moaned as carlos his fingers hitted again that sweet spot inside me. ‘’having really really.. bad pain cramps at the moment’’ I smiled a bit, a bit proudly on my quick excuse.

‘’oh god im sorry, it sucks to be a girl huh?’’ lando chuckled, I slightly nodded as carlos his fingers started to speed up again, his fingers touching constantly that G-spot inside me

‘’yeah.. period time’’ I sighed, throwing my head back against carlos his shoulder, my bottom lip tucked between my teeth. 

‘’make sure your safe then’’ charles winked at carlos, who letted out a small laugh.

‘’im sure we will huh princess?’’ smirked before kissing my cheek he stilled his movements before pulling me a bit up, setting myself between his legs so he is hugging  me from behind. His legs pulled upwards to steady me between them. His other hand found his way down too, because his legs were pulled upwards, the blanket felt perfectly over his knee down to the ground. Giving him enough space to fuck me harder with his fingers. His thumb found my throbbing clit, making me shiver even more.

It felt like my world paused, his thumb circling over my clit while his three fingers were inside me. The stretch of his large fingers made me moan. ‘’fuck..’’ the moan was definitely heard by the others, all three of them looking at me. Except charles who was swallowing hard, not because of his drink. But because he knew all well what was really going on.

‘’sorry guys.. I think im gonna head to bed’’ I whimpered, carlos his fingers speeded up once again, his fingers pumping in and out me in a reckless pace. His thumb got replaced with his forefinger as he added  a little bit of pressure. He could feel how close I was, my pussy clenching around his fingers he knew my orgasm wasn’t far away.

‘’well guys we are going back home’’ lando spoke before Daniel, charles and lando got up carlos pulled his fingers out me, I pouted already missing the fullness.

‘’it was an amazing night guys!’’ carlos smiled.

 ‘’we should do this often, maybe I can bring my girl too’’ lando spoke, carlos jumped out behind me before hugging them goodbye

And within 10 seconds after they left, carlos easily picked me up, making me laying down on the couch outside, himself settled between my legs.

‘’your so fucking wet, I can see you dripping from right here.’’ Carlos smiled proudly, he exactly knew what he did to me. And he couldn’t say he wasn’t proud on that.

I closed my eyes when I felt his tongue running through my folds, licking from my entrace up to my clit, sucking it a little bit before licking back down.

‘’chilli.. please stop teasing.. I need you..’’ I whined, my hand gripping into his hair, slightly pulling on it.

His tongue circled around my throbbing and sensitive clit. When I felt his two fingers entering me again I moaned loudly.

‘’there you go hermosa, let me hear you’’ carlos hummed before diving back into my pussy, eating you out like a starved men. His puffy lips sucking on my sensitive clit while his two fingers were pumping in and out me, my walls already clenching around his fingers. He knew it wouldn’t take me long because he was already edging me the whole evening.

‘’look at me babygirl’’ he mumbled, his fingers curling to hit my G-spot, sometimes he knew my body better then myself.

I struggled with opening my eyes, and there he was. Looking up at me while eating me out, his lips red and swollen from sucking my clit while his fingers where still moving in and out me in a strong and fast pace. Making sure he would hit my G-spot every time.

‘’your clenching like crazy princessa’’ he smiled, pulling his face a bit away.

‘’what are you doing.. please chilli finish it’’ I whined, completely at his mercy.

‘’I will princessa, do you wanna cum then?’’ he asked me, his fingers still working inside me, I nodded heavily in response. 

And within a second his lips were back on my clit, sucking like crazy as his fingers sped up, hitting my G-spot every time. 

‘’I want you to hold your eyes open, I want you to look at me while you cum.. now you can let it go babygirl’’ he mumbled

So soon as his permission for you to cum was granted, you   letted your high take over. The walls  of your cunt contracting and squeezing his fingers, locking them inside. i barely could hear anything around myself. My eyes got closed, I couldn’t even hold them open. I came that hard that I felt like I was flying right after I cumed.

‘’that was … intense chilli’’ I breath out, completely blown off. He is an expert in going down on you. Something not every guy could do.

‘’Abierta’’ Open.

He held his 2 wet fingers for my mouth, I instantly opened my mouth, taking his fingers in my mouth before sucking them clean.

‘’anything you want princess?’’ he asked carefully, I saw his well formed tent in his basketball shorts. Got that has to be thight..  he caught me looking at it.

‘’you don’t have to- I mean, if you want but I can fix it myself-‘’ he startled, I interrupted him immediately

‘’I would love to ..’’ I paused, his eyes shooted up to mines’.

‘’to have you inside my mouth’’ I smiled. He quickly got up before helping me up.

His hands came down to tangle into your making a swift ponytail, when my hands flew to his boxer to pull him down he pulled on my hair. Making me stop.

‘’ask nicely princess’’ he raised his eyebrow almost laughing at me.

‘’please carlos.. let me fix you please’’ I begged him, slowly caressing his already harden dick through his black boxer.

‘’please daddy’’ I said with puppy eyes, he quickly nodded before letting me pull his boxer down, his cock sprung free against his abdomen.

He slightly blushed, he was already leaking pre-cum. He was so desperate for me.

‘’give me your hand princess’’ he smiled, I obeyed him as I gave him my hand. He wrapped his hand with mine underneath his around his member. As he started pumping up and down.

Carlos was massive, he was bigger then a normal guy.

‘’ stick out your tongue.’’ Carlos demanded me, so did I. sticking out my tongue, carlos grabbed my jaw, his fingers digging into my skin as he pulled me forward, sucking his cheek before making a bowl of spit, spitting in my mouth.

‘’don’t swallow, now use that pretty mouth and help daddy out’’ i blushed, carlos calling himself daddy was something new, and I couldn’t say I didn’t liked it. I leaned down, licked along his length before kissing the tip. You looked up at him, his head had fallen back, his chest was rising and falling quickly. I bought my head forward to take him into my mouth letting him hit the back of my throat immeadtiy earning a ‘’fuck princessa’’ from him.

It was hard but I could fit him. His hips were slowly bulking upwards to meet my movements.

‘’your mouth feels heavenly yn’’ carlos moaned out, letting me decide the pace. I slowly started picking it up, my head bobbing faster up and down, spit stringing down to the ground.

His breathing starts to quicken, his chest moving faster up and down as he cupped with his other hand my cheek. ‘’ I wanna cum inside you ’’ his words going straight to your core, panties already wet, thighs rubbing against eachoter.

His hips were bulking upwards as his legs started shaking, he immediately pulled me off his dick. The way he got to the last few seconds, edging himself to the limit and not wanting to cum.  

‘’mhm that was hot but I have to spare it to fill that pretty pussy of yours’’ he said when he catched his breath, his cheeks were shiny red. Lips plumped and legs still shaking a bit

‘’I still need to punish you. Are You in for trying something new?’’ he smirked, I nodded. He got up and pulled my panties down, helping me to step out them.

‘’give me your hands’’ he commanded. I sticked out my both hands, he quickly tied my both wrist together with my soaked thong.

I bit my lip, If I wasn’t turned on. I would now, carlos grabbed my waist, lifting me up before walking to the pool.

‘’what are we doing? Chilli?’’ I asked, my nails digging into his skin as my legs snapped around his waist.

‘’do you trust me yn?’’ he asked, his eyes fixing on mine, he stopped walking, waiting for my answer

‘’yes ofcourse I do chilli’’ I smiled, before leaning in to give him a small kiss.

He accepted it and smiled against my lips, the kiss was soft and quick, carlos walked with me in his arms into the pool, it wasn’t that cold but the contact with the water made me softly moan. He could stand in his pool,  but I obesely  couldn’t…

He softly pushed me against the pool, pinning me in the pool between him and the wall. He Cupped my boob in his hand, his thumb slides over my nipple, causing it to harden and become erect. His lips moves  down  below my ear and begins sucking on your skin , creating a mark, his hand kneads into your tit, his thumb roughly rubbing  your nipple, your breathing quickened immediately. 

He pulled me a little bit up, his left knee coming up to let me sit. My boobs just a little bit above the water. His head drips down as his lips find their way to your other tit, his tongue flattens against your skin as he licks down to your nipple, his lips wrap around it as he begins sucking on the bud, while still rolling your other nipple between his finger.

‘’chilli.. please I want you inside me’’ I breath out while he sucked on my erect nipple.

One hand left my tit, his head came up when he pressed his sweet lips on mine, the kiss was hungry and rough. Tongues fighting and slightly lip biting.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             he slowly grabbed my tied hands, pulling me with him to the un deeper place of the pool, that was about 50 cm deep. He made me sit/ half layed. My back pressed against the edge of the pool when he got above me. I softly moaned in his mouth when I felt his dick at my entrance, him teasing with the tip at my entrance with each guide of our bodies, my hand drifted down your body as you prepared him for how tight you would be.

We both hissed as he pushed himself inside me, bottoming out until his whole dick disappeared inside me. He stretched my walls just as expected.

‘’fuck, eyes here darling’’ he muttered between the heavy breaths, one of his hands were on your throat, his finger pads digging into the skin. Making your eyes rolling back.

‘’I said eyes here princessa’’ he corrected you, his hand that’s on your neck to hold you in place when the other one rested behind you on the edge of the pool.

It was hard to hold your eyes open when carlos started to pump in and out you, already squeezing him like crazy, you both knew your didn’t gonna last long. Every time carlos pushed back in he hitted your G-spot, making you already seeing stars.

He had you under his grip, moaning at his touch and begging him to keep going. His lips kissing and pinching at your skin as loud moans escaped your mouth, his trust became harder, the water splashing around us. 

Heavy breaths and moans filled the silence. Carlos leaned down, kissing your neck slightly. Not slowing his pace.

He kissed your neck, sucking a bruise under your ear before whispering

‘fuiste hecho para mi’’ you were made for me.

You got goosebumps, the knot in your belly grewed bigger and bigger, your walls clenching around carlos, finger pads digging into his shoulders

‘’carlos im gonna cum..’’ you moaned out, almost whining. His dick constantly hitting your G-spot when he fastened his pace.

‘’let it go princessa’’ he whispered, well moaning in your ear. And that was enough to send you over the edge, moaning carlos his name, nails digging into his skin as your legs tried to close around carlos his hips. Your second orgasm was way intense then your first one, your body shaking slightly.

‘’you got one more princessa?’’ he asked carefully when you came back to breath. You was speechless but more then ready for him.

You gave him a small nod, he picked you, turning you around, pulling your ass up so you were on hands and knees. He quickly settled himself behind you before entering you again making you shiver, whimpers left your mouth. you were so sensitive because off the overstimulation you were feeling.

He got quickly his pace back, hitting every sweet spot inside you, your pussy clenching around him making it even tighter then it was, he spanked your ass having you jolting forward. A load moan escaped your mouth when he slapped you again, harder this time.

He spanked you one last time before his hand smoothed your skin which was now displayed a handprint, belonging to him.  Carlos kissed your back softly when his hand sneaked down.  Playing with your clit making you moan his name.

‘’oh baby.. so tight’’ carlos moaned, his legs started to shake against your but. His trusts became sloppier, knowing that he is close too.

 Carlos his thumb still toyed with your clit, even when your wrist wrapped around his to pull him away from the overstimulation you were feeling, you were about to explode when your third orgasm washes over you it almost hurted, tears forming In your eyes, walls clenching around carlos as your body was completely shaking.

Carlos gave two powerful trusts before his orgasm approached, he moaned your name while stroking your back. ‘’you were amazing princessa..’’ he breath out before slowly pulling out you his cum dripping out you.

You letted yourself falling on the ground, totally exhausted when you came back to breath. You felt carlos picking you up, laying you down before laying a towel over you.

He leant down and gave you a kiss on your forehead.

‘’I will be right back okay?’’ he asked, you were completely off the world still trying to catch your breath.

‘’okay.’’ Your voice was quiet when carlos disappeared into his house.

You and carlos were addicted on eachoter, this was by far this was the best sex you ever had.

3 minutes passed before carlos walked back. almost chuckling at the sight of you, laying under a towel, completely blown off. Body shining from the water as your cheeks were red glowing.

‘’oh baby.. was I- .. to hard for you?’’ he asked carefully before untying your hands.

‘’it was perfect’’ you smiled, pressing a kiss onto his lips, hands still shaking.

His smile was big, but you could see that he was tired.

‘’so .. I have this’’ he gave you fresh clothes, a bra and thong and a big sweater of him.

‘’come on I will help you’’ he softly picked me up, carrying me upstairs, carlos putted me down on the toilet, making sure I peed. When I was done he helped me with brushing my teeth, before we went to bed. He gave me a sweater of his and got snacks before we watched a movie.

We both slept like babys after that.

Im not sure what I think of this part, besides the fact that this is my first time finishing a part. Is English not my first langue. Let me think what you want to see in the next part!

This is my work, and I do not consent for it to be shared to other websites platforms or apps nor can any of my original story lines re-written or continue by others, love all your support x

Should I make this a story?

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Felipe Drugovich - Is There Somewhere

Pairing: Felipe Drugovich x female!reader (+ Clément Novalak x bff!reader) 

Warnings: none really, fluff, swearing 

Words: 3.6k 

Song rec: loosely based on Is there somewhere by Halsey

Author’s note: this took me so long bc I decided to play around with a different pov only to come to the conclusion that I hate it but at that point I’d already written most of it so decided to post it anyway 🤠 Gonna be writing more for Felipe so any other ideas are welcome!! Not proofread. Feedback very much appreciated!! Enjoy xx 

//

“Felipe” 

 It rolled off your tongue like you were made to say his name. Even with just that one word, Felipe knew what you wanted to say, your gaze switching between his eyes and his lips a few times. You were so close to him that Felipe was sure he’d remember every single freckle that adorned your beautiful face. 

He let his hand wander up slowly, caressing your cheek before both of you started leaning in… 

 THUD 

 A loud knock pulled Felipe right out of the dream he was having, making him shoot up in a panic. He ran his hands over his face and sighed as he tried to shake the image of you from his mind. 

Seven nights. 

This was the seventh consecutive night where you’d ended up in his dreams one way or the other. No matter how hard he tried, Felipe just couldn’t shake you. 

Whoever was at his hotel room door at this hour was growing impatient, the knocks increasing in frequency and intensity before he even had the chance to get out of bed. 

Felipe had a feeling he knew exactly who would be on the other side of the door. 

 “Felipe, mate! Pretty please open the door for your teammate?” 

 The stark contrast between hearing his name from Clem’s mouth after hearing it whispered softly by you in his dream made Felipe pauze, letting his forehead drop against the door as he took a deep breath. 

 When he finally opened the door, Clement all but fell into the room, stumbling slightly before regaining his balance. 

 “Jeez, what took you so long??” he sighed dramatically, slurring his words. 

 “Mate, you're drunk, go to your own room” Felipe answered, but he could tell from the determined look on Clem’s face that getting him out of here would be near impossible. 

 “Actually, I’m not going anywhere until we…have a little talk” Clem said as he nonchalantly plopped down on the edge of the hotel bed, patting the space next to him. The mischievous look in his eyes made Felipe’s skin crawl. 

He loved Clem like a brother, but nothing good had ever come from that look. 

 “You do know that we can talk during the day, like normal people do, right?” 

 “Oh but what would be the fun in that?” Clem replied mockingly. 

 Felipe considered his options for a few seconds, but quickly came to the conclusion that once Clem got something in that head of his, he wasn’t going to stop until got what he wanted. So he reluctantly shuffled over to the bed and sat down next to him. 

 “Marcus and I have decided that we need to stage an intervention” Clem crossed his arms in determination as the words left his mouth, “We can’t let this go on any longer” 

 “Mate, what are you talking about?” 

 “You’ve been skipping every night out with us for months now…and don’t give me the ol’ I need to focus on racing excuse, because you even stayed in after Barcelona. I mean, what kind of psycho wins the sprint and the feature race and then spends his night alone in his bloody hotel room?!” Clem was gesticulating dramatically, partly because of the alcohol, partly because it’s Clem.  

 Felipe sighed. He knew it would be about this. The boys had expressed their grievances about Barcelona for weeks on end. In the beginning of the year it was easy to come up with excuses, because it was his third year in f2 and it was now or never for him. 

Then he started winning, and now his friends are wondering why he can’t have one night of fun in between all the work. Felipe didn’t have to wonder why, he already knew the answer. It was you. 

 From the exact moment Clem wandered into the MP garage with you by his side, Felipe was in awe of you. 

Beautiful, soft-spoken, but you could make everyone in the room laugh with just a single comment. 

At first, Felipe feared you might have been there with Clement as his girlfriend, but when Clem introduced you those worries were luckily tossed to the side. You were childhood best friends, more like a sister to Clem if anything. You’d decided to follow him around a bit during your gap year, wanting to see the world and acting as MP’s free social media person, camera always present around your neck. 

Felipe initially thought his little crush would dissipate soon, until the Jeddah race when you’d come up to him while he was preparing to get in the car. 

 “Good luck out there today” you’d said with a soft smile, “I think it’s gonna go your way today” 

 “How do you know?” he had asked timidly. You just raised your shoulders nonchalantly, “just…feels like you deserve it” shooting him one last knowing look before turning on your heels and out of the garage. 

 Despite only having met you a few days ago, he felt a strange connection between the two of you, something he’d never felt before.

He won that race, and you had subsequently taken up residence in his brain. He thought about you in the car, during the debriefs, and now in his sleep too. He couldn’t escape you, even though he’d been trying hard enough. 

Since Jeddah, Felipe had done everything in his power to keep himself in check. This was his year. His championship to lose. If he allowed himself to get distracted and fail, he would never forgive himself. 

So he kept his distance from you, not allowing himself to get further than the friendly conversations in the paddock. When he knew you would go out with the boys, he stayed in, sure that the way he felt when you were around would only be intensified in a casual setting with some alcohol involved. He was doing the right thing, keeping both of you safe. You were none the wiser and he couldn’t get hurt. 

 “Hello?? Earth to Felipe” Clem was shaking him by the shoulder lightly, the look on his face a mix of disbelief and worry, “see, this is exactly what I mean, you keep disappearing, mate, and I don’t just mean physically” 

 “Clem, it’s just the championship getting to me, it’s..a lot of pressure” Felipe ran a hand through his curls, feeling just as disheveled as he probably looked after just being woken up at four in the morning,  “I don’t want to mess it up. I can’t afford to.” 

 Clem nodded, looking defeated as he pushed himself off the bed with a sigh. He seemed to have somewhat sobered up as his own fatigue caught up with him, but Felipe could tell that this discussion was far from over. 

 Right before he got to the door, Clement stopped in his tracks, seemingly debating with himself before throwing one last comment Felipe’s way. 

 “She thinks you hate her, you know” he sounded uncharacteristically serious for once. 

 Felipe perked up at once, not needing a name to know exactly who Clem was talking about . What? 

 “I’m not an expert, but I do know you, and I’m pretty fucking sure that is not the case. So just…sort your shit out. Please.”  

 Felipe sat frozen in place on the bed as the door fell shut behind Clem. 

 You thought he hated you? 

Even just the idea of it sounded so ridiculous, especially after he’d been dreaming about you less than ten minutes ago. 

Sure, he wanted to keep you at a safe distance, far enough so that his judgment wouldn’t be clouded, but this was not how far he wanted to push it. 

No, this wasn’t right, and he needed to fix it. 

Felipe paced around the room for a moment, fighting the urge to somehow find your room and explain himself. Ultimately, he decided against an impromptu confession at this hour of the night and forced himself to get back in bed. 

He made a silent promise to himself to handle the situation differently next race weekend. Maybe he could even be friends with you. Maybe. 

 When sleep finally found him again, he dreamt of you. 

 // 

 The next race weekend came and went in the blink of an eye. For an outsider, it looked like Zandvoort was shaping up to be the best weekend of Felipe’s life. It was, to an extent. 

P1 in the feature race made it so he was almost sure of the title next week in Monza. 

Despite all this, Clem’s comment still lay heavy on Felipe’s shoulders. He was determined to make you realize he wanted to be friends, which was made exponentially more difficult by the fact that he didn’t want to be friends with you at all. Not just friends, that is. 

 As Felipe entered the MP driver room, drenched in champagne from the podium celebrations, Clem was already inside, scrolling away on his phone. He’d crashed out of the race at one of the restarts so he had already changed out of his suit.  

 “Congrats again, big man. That title is as good as yours” 

 Felipe thanked him, but despite Clem’s words he couldn’t shake the feeling that Clem had been distant ever since last sunday. There wasn’t a doubt in Felipe’s mind that Clem was sincerely happy for him, but clearly the discussion had affected him as well. 

 “So, where’s the party tonight?” Felipe asked as he unzipped his suit, tying it around his waist. If he wanted to make things right, tonight was the night to do it. 

 Clem looked like he’d just seen a ghost, but his signature smile followed suit. He all but jumped from his chair and slapped an arm around Felipe. 

 “Yes boy, that’s more like it! You’re buying the first round tonight”

 After Clem’s initial excitement had somewhat dimmed, he suddenly sported the same serious look he’d had in the hotel room. 

 “Y/N’s coming too, just so you know” he said. 

 Felipe nodded, “yeah, I figured she would”, he stared down at his feet. 

 “You know she’s like a sister to me, so just…don’t hurt her” Clem spoke, a hand landing on Felipe's shoulder and giving it a squeeze. 

 “I don’t..that’s literally the opposite of what I want to do. I don’t know why I’m making it so difficult” 

 “I think you got it bad for her, mate. I get it, that can be scary. Just try not to muck it all up, yeah?” 

 If somebody had told Felipe at the beginning of the year that Clem would be giving him girl advice, he would have laughed in their face, but here he was. The prospect of getting to see you in a few hours made Felipe’s chest tighten. You had been in the paddock less and less over the last couple of months, and now Felipe could see he was the reason behind your absence. 

He hoped that in a week's time, the title would be his, but more importantly, that he’d see your face when he looked down from the podium. 

 // 

 The club that Marcus and Clem had chosen was about on par with Felipe’s expectations. A dim blue light illuminated the space, people already standing in line at the bar, credit cards in hand, because it was clear you needed a good amount of alcohol to dance to the so-called music blaring from the speakers. 

Felipe was more nervous than he’d been before the race, more nervous than he’d been the entire season to be fair. His lack of partying experience made him feel out of place and fidgety as their friend group packed into the club and around one of the small tables near the bar. 

Clem hadn’t forgotten about Felipe’s promise to buy the first round, and clearly he had taken it upon himself to spread the word. After a few whoops and hollers from the boys, Felipe conceded and shuffled through the crowd towards the bar. 

He was just about to turn around and call one of the boys over to help him carry the drinks when he caught sight of you.  

You were standing at the bar, sharing a friendly conversation with a girl he recognized as Liam’s girlfriend while the bartender handed you your drinks. 

Felipe stood frozen, all plans of how he would approach you straight out the window as he took you in. You never failed to take his breath away. The excessive noise of the music and the people around him seemed to blur into the distance as he focused solely on you. 

While sipping your drink, you suddenly broke out into laughter at something the girl with you had said, reaching out to touch her arm as you doubled over. 

Felipe found himself strangely jealous of her, because he would give anything to be the one that made you laugh like that. He was sure that just the feeling of your hand on his arm would single-handedly ruin his ploy to be just friends with you. With you, he would always want more. He couldn’t trust himself. 

 He was torn out of his haze as he suddenly made eye contact with the girl in front of you. Before he could register what was happening, she leaned forward to whisper something in your ear, causing you to turn and face his direction. 

Felipe immediately shifted his gaze down towards his feet, coughing awkwardly before turning his attention back to the drinks on the bar. He wanted to slap himself for chickening out at the first sight of you, but he didn’t feel ready to face you just yet. 

Unluckily for him, you didn’t have the same idea. 

 “What is your problem?” 

 Felipe almost dropped one of the glasses he was trying desperately to fit into his arms as you appeared next to him. He spun around to face you, mind racing as he tried to remember a single word of the speech he’d rehearsed in his head all night. You didn’t look angry, just confused as your eyes bore into his, refusing to back down before he gave you an explanation for his less than normal behavior. Before he had a chance to respond, Clem appeared from between the crowd. 

 “Mate, if I’d known it was gonna take you so long I would have had more shots at the pre’s-” Clem stopped his rant directed at Felipe as he took in the scene in front of him. He quickly pieced together that he’d walked in on something he’s not supposed to be a part of, the tension palpable between his two best friends. 

 “Okay, uh, don’t mind me. I’ll just uh- carry the drinks for you, let you two get back to…”, he gestured between the two of you, “whatever this is” he flashed his signature cheeky smile before shuffling away, cleary ready to tell Marcus all about exactly why the drinks were taking so long. 

 Felipe took a deep breath, closing his eyes and attempting to collect his thoughts. The last thing he wanted to do was dig himself an even deeper hole just because he was nervous to talk to you. When he opened them, you were still staring at him, your expression softer, hopeful for an explanation.

 “Do you want to go somewhere and talk?” he asked timidly. 

 You looked taken aback by his question, but answered quickly nonetheless. 

 “Yeah, I’d like that” 

 Felipe nodded, springing into action as he pushed his way through the crowd. You followed suit but struggled to keep up with him. When Felipe noticed, he extended his hand out to you. You looked at his outstretched hand for a second, but before Felipe had even registered the implications of his offer, your warm hand enveloped his as you shuffled closer to him, allowing him to guide you swiftly towards the exit of the club. 

 He had been right, earlier, when he thought that one touch of your hand would be enough for him to crumble underneath his feelings for you. The feeling of your intertwined hands made his stomach flutter, and Felipe couldn’t bring himself to let go even after he was greeted by the cool breeze as he stepped out of the club with you in tow. 

 The silence felt heavy as Felipe continued to guide you along the street, your hand in his indicating the many words left unsaid between you and him. It was only a few minutes before you reached the beach. Finally letting your hand drop from his, Felipe stood at the edge of the sand, contemplating his next move. You decided for him, leaning down to quickly rid yourself of your shoes before jumping into the sand and walking towards the water, Felipe following your example. 

 “Y/n, I..” Felipe wanted to say so much that he didn’t even know where to start. 

 “You are really confusing, you know?” you spoke up, facing him head on, hair blowing slightly in the wind, “I never know where I stand with you. Sometimes you act like I'm invisible, other times I catch you staring at me like…” you struggled to find the right words. 

 “Like what?” 

 “Like the way you’re staring right now!” you finally replied, “I don’t know what you want from me”

Felipe understood how strange his behavior must look from your point of view. He needed to come clean about everything if he wanted to keep you in his life. 

 “I’m just overwhelmed by you. When we met at the beginning of the season I thought I could just shake it off, but then in Jeddah..you were in my head after that” 

 Your expression softens as he speaks, clearly remembering the moment before the race when you’d gone to wish him luck. Perhaps you’d felt it too, the connection between you that had been occupying Felipe’s every thought since. He could only hope so. 

“but at the same time I was finally winning, feeling like I had a real shot at the title this year. It was my last chance, my third year…my parents already are giving up so much to give me this opportunity” , Felipe hated how his accent became more prominent whenever he was nervous. It’s the reason he hates doing interviews, but this might be even worse. 

 “Truth is I was scared” he admitted, “scared of getting hurt, scared that I would mess something up with you or with the racing..so I took the easy way out and just did nothing” 

 You frowned slightly as you listened to him speak, and Felipe hated that he was the reason for your worried expression. 

 “but I dream of you. All I do is dream of you” 

 He instantly felt a weight being lifted off his shoulders at his confession.  

“You deserve to know, and I’m sorry for treating you the way I did” 

 He stared at you expectantly, waiting for you to say something, but you didn’t. His words had clearly rattled you, and for once it was you who was at a loss for words, the only sound breaking the silence being the waves breaking a few meters away. 

 “Y/n..please say something” Felipe pleaded softly. 

 He’d expected you to be angry, to say you need time. Maybe, if he was really lucky,  you might agree to try and be friends again. What he didn’t expect is for you to respond by kissing him. 

 You took him by surprise by leaning in and planting a gentle kiss on his lips. You lingered there as your eyes opened, whispering softly as you realized what you’d done “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t of jus-” Felipe cut you off by rejoining your lips, all gentleness now gone as his hands cradled your face while you kissed. Your arms found their way to his waist, knuckled whitening from grabbing onto his shirt. 

He’d dreamt about this moment so many times, but even the best of dreams couldn’t compare to having you in real life. 

You were lost in eachother as the kiss deepened, tongues working together like you’d kissed each other a thousand times before. 

When your lips parted Felipe let his forehead rest against yours, not ready to give up having you so close to him just yet. He could stay in this moment forever if he could. 

 “One of us should probably say something” you whispered, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. 

 “So I take it this means you forgive me right?” he asks as he reluctantly lets you take a step back.

 “Hmm, I don’t know, I’ll think about it” you replied sarcastically. 

 “Oh, very funny” Felipe reaches out to tousle your hair in response to your teasing. 

You joked and chatted with each other as you made your way back towards the club. If Felipe had his way, he would be alone with you, talking and kissing all night to make up for lost time, but he realized it was best to take things slow. 

 Once back inside, Clem immediately spotted you together. He looked a mess, hair sticking to his forehead and shirt almost completely unbuttoned for some reason, the night's drinks having their desired effect. Felipe gave you a joking look as Clem made a beeline towards the pair of you. 

 “There you guys are; I swear I was this close to calling the fu-” he stopped his tirade as his eyes landed on your intertwined hands. A knowing smile appeared on his face as he stepped closer to pat Felipe on the back. 

 “Bloody knew you had it in you mate”, before turning away in an attempt to locate the boys. 

“Oi, Marcus, you owe me fifty bucks, mate!!” he said, pointing towards his two friends. 

Felipe rolled his eyes, giving your hand a little squeeze. 

 He was sure that when he went to sleep that night, he would dream of you again. 

Only this time, waking up would be even better. 

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[unluckyhoneybee]

I know it's a looooong time away from thirsty Thursday but holy hell in the new screaming meals episode did you see the way Marcus's hands wrap AROUND his phone???? like he has such big hands holy shit I literally realised I have such a size kink because of this???

like I can just imagine casually standing infront of a mirror taking a mirror selfie w him hugging you from the back and him realising that you're struggling to hold your phone which isn't even that big tbh (and yes I speak from personal experience) and then him taking your phone in his hand to take the picture and realising how small the phone is in his hands therefore realising how small your hands are and then from then on he starts realising just how small his gf actually is and it like translates into the bedroom???? and side note but his dicks big. its big. I just know it. and holy fUCK his thighs???? im unwell babe

Thirsty Thursday. Using a bit of extra imagination in here because I'm actually a big girl.

Since you both took the photo before leaving for the dinner, Marcus hasn't stopped thinking about it. He has found himself taking your hand in his and observing. He can fully cover it with his and it's not even a joke.

The next thing he notices is how tiny you look when you are standing with him. You have gone to ask for drinks and the bar is crowded, so he has you trapped between the bar and his body and god , he is loving it. At the end of the night, you are wearing his jacket and again, you are too small for it.

He is more than horny when you get home. How is it? Size kink? Do I have that?

Marcus has you laying on the bed, his body is pressing yours into the mattress, his big hands are crawling up your sides.

"Fuck" He groans. "Look how small you look between my hands..."

He cups your breasts and kissed your neck, making you hum in pleasure. Then, he wraps his hand around your neck and you gasp. He feels himself twitch.

"Do you like that? Huh?"

"Yes... Fuck yes... Harder..."

He is fascinated because he only needs a hand. How the fuck did I not notice before?

"I'm gonna fuck, okay?"

You nod and beg with your eyes.

Then he pushes in you and you moan high. You have quickly caught on what is going with him, so you only fuel it more.

"Fuck... You are so big... Shit, Marcus... I'm so full"

And it drives him mad. Let's say you get the best fuck of your relationship that night.

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gimme! gimme! gimme! ( a man after midnight ) // marcus armstrong

summary: after graduating college and moving back home to sebring, florida to live with her parents, y/n becomes infatuated with the young man from new zealand who just moved in across the street

pairing: marcus armstrong x female! reader

warnings: money troubles, moving back in with the parents and losing the independence that comes with being a college student living on your own, parental expectations, difficult sibling relationship, implied smut,

author's note: why did it take me this long to write for marcus my beloved? i also kind of hate the ending but i wasn't sure where to end it soooooo

the sebring sun beat down against the road, heat waves visibly radiating off the pavement as y/n turned down on to the street where she grew up.

a street she swore she'd never come back to, until she realized that she couldn't afford to live anywhere else.

her manicured fingers tapped against the steering wheel in rapid succession as the bass guitar thrumming from the asking alexandria album she was listening to completely shook the chassis of her pickup truck.

well, her dad's old pickup truck.

a new car wasn't an expense that she could afford while she was away at school. but she loved that old truck like her life depended on it, right down to the squishy silicone alien bobblehead that sat on the dashboard, the stack of cd's that rested in the center console, the truck itself too old for bluetooth.

she turned on to her interlock driveway, defeatedly parking the truck behind her mother's five year old mercedes. she had just bought that car when y/n went off to school.

the y/l/n's weren't poor by any means: they still had money for family vacations, renovations on the house, to send their daughter to university. but they lived within their means, which meant budgeting out what was necessary and important and what was not.

and sometimes that meant making sacrifices. like moving back with your parents and younger sister after finishing your higher education pathway.

now she had a diploma, but no job, no house, no boyfriend and no prospects.

she cut the engine, deciding that it was better just to rip the band aid off now as she leaped from the cab of the truck, grabbed her backpack from the back seat and began the walk of shame to the front door.

"hey, mom." she said with a small, sad smile as her mother opened the front door, engulfing her in a warm, motherly embrace that made the smile on y/n's face grow a little happier.

"welcome home, sweetheart. let me go find your father and we'll help you bring your things inside."

ten minutes later, the y/l/n family, with the exception of y/n's sister shiloh, who was nowhere to be found, stood on the driveway with a foldable wagon cart from costco, unloading cardboard boxes and massive plastic tupperware containers from the flatbed of the old ford truck.

as nice as it was to be home, she felt like she was losing her independence.

she stacked a cardboard box in the cart before pressing up on her tip toes and leaning back to stretch her arms and her back, limbs still stiff from the drive in from tampa.

she paused to take a look around the neighborhood, taking in how much it had all changed. house prices had skyrocketed in the last ten years, and now the houses in the area were almost triple the price that her father had paid in the early nineties when he first bought the house.

but what really stuck out to her was the bright red high end mercedes amg sports car that sat in the driveway of the house across the street. the house that once belonged to the nice old woman that babysat y/n and shiloh when they were kids.

"who bought the noonan house?"

her father stopped moving boxes to look over at the house across the street. "oh, his name is marcus. great young man, he's about your age."

"he's my age and he can afford a house, while i have to move back in with you lot? that's absolutely fucking great." y/n groaned, looking back at the house. "and that car is at least three times the cost of mom's, and that's without the upgrade package."

her dad shrugged. "If you had taken my advice and gone into trades, that could have been you, kiddo."

"oh, fuck off."

"hey, watch your language." her mom warned, taking a tupperware container up to the front door. "he's a sweet, hardworking young man."

"what does he do for work?"

"he works in the automotive industry."

"and that's why you like him so much." she sighed, grabbing the handle of the wagon and following her mother back up to the house.

her father had always had big expectations for her. cars were the family legacy: her father's father had been the groundskeeper at sebring international speedway. her father had worked the assembly line at chevrolet before retiring and opening his own garage where he restored custom cars as a side hustle. she had been expected to also go into the automotive trade, as the son her father never had.

but that hadn't been what she wanted, as much as she loved cars. she'd been watching endurance races at sebring since before she could walk, and she learned how to use a monkey wrench before she learned what a curling iron did. her real calling was business. the four years of human resources training, and the diploma that had been mailed to her house had proven that.

she wasn't sure if her father had even hung it up anywhere.

she walked down the hallway, gingerly opening the pristine white door to her childhood bedroom. the walls were still painted the same pale purple, cluttered with canvasses that she had painted years ago, a twin bed in the middle of the room with a white down comforter and a pile of build a bears resting against the pillows.

"welcome home, y/n." she sighed to herself.

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three days later, the only peace that she could get was outside with the cicadas and the mosquitos. given sebring's proximity to the everglades, there was no small number of pests hovering in the muggy summer air as y/n pulled her hair back and popped open the hood of the pickup truck. there was a ratchet in her back pocket and a cropped, grease-stained white tank top.

any color darker than that and she feared she would get heat stroke.

she leaned over the engine, radio playing in the background as she began to fight with the engine's glow plugs, which she had been meaning to replace for almost a week.

"stupid fucking glow plugs. they're the easiest thing to replace, he said. it's easier to do it yourself, he said. well, why don't you fucking do it yourself, father dearest." she muttered, losing grip on the ratchet again and trying not to kick at the tyres. "motherfucker."

her head was still under the hood when the guest came strolling up her driveway.

"do you need help with that?"

"no, i don't need help, especially not from a man." she snapped, turning to look at the man standing across from her. "i can change a glow plug myself, thank you very much."

the man smirked. "well, i don't even know what a glow plug is, so you already know more than me."

withdrawing from the engine block, she twirled the ratchet in her hands as she turned to look at the man. "where's that accent from?"

"new zealand. i'm marcus, i live across the street."

she narrowed her eyes. this kiwi beanpole was the man that her father was so entranced with? this beanpole who didn't even know what a glow plug was worked in the automotive industry?

"y/n. my father speaks highly of you." she nodded in the direction of marcus' house. "you bought the noonan house? mrs. noonan was my babysitter, you know. from when i was five until i was fifteen. i loved that old woman."

"your dad did all the interior work for me. he's a craftsman, that's for sure." marcus nodded along. "back from uni for a few weeks?"

she'd deny it if you asked, but that statement cut deep. what hurt even more was that she would have to admit to him that she was moving back in with her parents. that she couldn't afford to maintain her independence, stand on her own two feet.

"actually, i just moved back home for good. i can't afford to move out." she sighed, moving to sit on the front steps of the house. "i forgot how hard my family was to live with. i've only been home for three days and i swear i've come this close to strangling shiloh. have you met shiloh yet?"

marcus laughed. "she's a firecracker. i don't think she likes me very much."

y/n grinned, inviting marcus to sit next to her. "she's sixteen. i don't think she likes anybody. ever since she dyed her hair black and got her nose pierced, she's been a different person. a person that i don't know how to relate to any more."

"i'm sure she'll come around. my sister is like, the complete opposite of me. paris thinks i'm full of shit half the time, but we love each other still. i know paris will always be there for me, and i'll always be there for paris."

y/n gestured at the car in marcus' driveway. "so how does a guy like you afford an amg and a three bedroom family home? because you sure as hell don't work in the automotive industry."

marcus raised an eyebrow, a small gesture that made her stomach do somersaults for reasons she couldn't explain. "what makes you so sure?"

"you didn't even know what a glow plug is. all diesel engines need them to run. i learned that when i was twelve years old, you would have learned in high school auto shop. so what do you really do? stripping? black market drugs?"

the kiwi laughed, throwing his head back. "i'm a podcaster, and i work in racing. telling your dad i worked in the auto industry seemed like the best way to get on his good side. he's a good contractor."

racing. something that once brought her so much joy but now left a bad taste in her stomach. she hadn't been to the speedway since she moved out.

"racing is in my blood. i was raised at the track because my grandfather was the groundskeeper. i remember watching the indycar race on his shoulders when i was seven years old, a chip ganassi hat that was three sizes too big resting on my head. i couldn't see a thing." she smiled at the memory. "my dad worked the assembly line at chevy, with some contracting on the side once he learned my mom was expecting me. after he retired he started restoring custom cars part-time, and i think he always hoped that i'd take on the family business with him."

"and you didn't?" marcus seemed surprised. obviously he expected that the girl in the skimpy top and cutoff shorts and the astrology tattoo on the inside of her wrist who cursed like a sailor when things didn't go her way would feel right at home in a garage, ratchet in her hand and wrench in her back pocket.

"i went into human resources. i couldn't stay in a garage all day, breathing in grease and lead paint day in and day out, wondering if things could have been different."

"do you regret it?"

she sighed, biting her bottom lip in a motion that sent a rush of energy through marcus' body. "i don't know yet."

as the silence became awkward, y/n got to her feet again, reaching out a hand to help marcus up. "come on, you're going to learn about glow plugs today."

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"shiloh, can you keep it down?" y/n shouted, staring numbly at the resume on her computer screen. nobody told her that she'd be graduating without a single prospective job offer, and now she was scrambling to find a proper hr job, otherwise she'd end up working the counter at white castle.

she was in the basement, at the table she used to use to finish assignments in high school. the floor, once shining hardwood, was now adorned with rice mats for her sister, who was currently cycling through her second workout video, the basement filled with the younger girl's grunts and the sounds of weights knocking against the padded floor.

"i'm trying to do my workout." shiloh answered coolly. "i have a tournament in three weeks."

"i don't give a fuck, shiloh, i'm trying to find a job so that i don't have to live with mom and dad until im thirty years old."

shiloh rolled her eyes, turning back to her kettle bell weights. "they're always hiring at sonic burger."

"i'm not working in fast food for the rest of my life, jackass! i spent thousands of dollars trying to get this goddamn degree and now i can't even use it for anything!"

"should have listened to dad and gone into the trades. maybe you aren't trying hard enough."

"shut the fuck up, shiloh!"

"girls!" mrs. y/l/n called. "what is going on down here?"

shiloh pause her youtube video, getting to her feet. despite the four years between them, shiloh towered over her older sister, and was often confused for the older one. "y/n keeps interrupting my workout."

y/n gawked. "i was here first! and i'm trying to get a job, at the only damn desk in this house, and shiloh can't even give me ten minutes of peace because it's 'her routine' and i'm 'being disruptive'."

"well, your sister's workout is important. she's a high performance athlete."

"i don't give a shit, mom!"

"language, y/n! go upstairs and work at the dining room table, stop fighting with your sister. you've only been back home for a week!"

"yeah, ande it's like you don't have space for me here anymore!" y/n shouted, slamming her laptop shut and running up the basement stairs, trying not to cry.

this is the last way she expected her life after college to go: hunting for jobs in her moms basement, her sister telling her that she wasn't trying hard enough to get hired anywhere other than a fast food restaurant who would hire anybody off the streets during the busy months.

she couldn't even stand to be in that house, walking right out the front door and striding across the street to the noonan house without even looking to see if there were any cars on the road.

she walked past the mercedes, hand curled into a fist as she knocked on the front door, hoping and praying that a certain podcaster was home.

"y/n?" marcus' voice was soft and concerned after he opened the front door. "what are you doing here?"

"can i get some work done here? i'm trying to fix my resume so that i don't end up working at white castle for the rest of my life and i can't get anything done with shiloh around."

“of course,” marcus laughed “I’ll open a bottle of aperol spritz?”

"god, yes!" she breathed out, stepping into marcus' front hall and slipping out of her flip flops before she followed him into a large open concept main room, a kitchen island running down the middle. the back wall had been all replaced with sets of french doors that were more window than door, letting light into the bright, modern space.

"you're house is incredible. i don't think mrs. noonan updated this place since the sixties."

marcus chuckled, grabbing a glass wine bottle from the counter. "don't i know it. the master bathroom still had a green toilet. a green bloody toilet."

"oh god." y/n laughed, sitting at the island and opening her laptop. "can i trouble you for the wifi password?"

once marcus got her hooked up to the internet, she pulled up her cv, looking at the sad, small list of qualifications she had. she'd been lucky enough that she hardly ever had to work over the summer or in high school. everything on her resume were the community service hours she was required to get to graduate secondary school and the one paid position she did for the town of sebring three years ago.

"i'm never going to get a fucking job, am i?" she groaned quietly as marcus passed her a wine glass filled halfway with aperol spritz. "i'm going to be working a fast food counter at an all night mcdonalds."

"you could always work for me." marucs shrugged. "not to brag, but i just signed a major indycar deal with chip ganassi and i'm trying to expand my team, both with podcasting and racing."

"hang on, podcasting and racing?" y/n blinked, looking up from the screen, blue light still glowing onto her floral patterned shirt. "you're a racing driver? you could have mentioned that!"

marcus laughed as y/n reached over the counter to swat at his arm. "what? i assumed you would have googled me!"

"i have better things to do than google my neighbours!"

"i'm being serious, look me up right now."

y/n rolled her eyes before typing marcus' name into the search bar (after bothering him for his last name, which she realized she didn't already know).

"well shit. i'm staring at the newest driver of the ridgeline lube chip ganassi number 11 indycar."

"i told you." marcus grinned goofily, taking a sip of his drink. "seriously, you said you went into hr? we'll need someone like you to be on the podcast team for screaming meals."

y/n smiled softly at the boy across from her. the boy who had already lived more life than she could ever have dreamed of. "yeah, okay. maybe i'll take you up on that."

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it was the first time she had been alone in the house all week, and she was ready to take advantage of that fact.

all week she had been back and forth between the childhood bedroom she was trying to redecorate and marcus armstrong's living room. many a night had been spent sleeping on his couch after a night of shitty comedy movies and cheap supermarket wine.

no, her parents and shiloh had left before six in the morning to take her to a cross country meet in daytona, and they wouldn't be back until well after ten p.m.

the silence was nice, she thought to herself as she paced the house in her soft cotton robe, the hem barely covering her ass, a warm, almost empty mug of hot chocolate in her hands as she drained the last dregs of laura secord and placed the mug on the kitchen counter.

she shut the bathroom door behind her, the heating tubes underneath the tiles warming her cold feet as she connected her bluetooth speaker, 'just like a pill' by p!nk echoing around the room as she leaned into the shower, trying to run the water warm.

the shower sputtered, weakly spitting out three drops of lukewarm water.

"oh for the love of god!" she groaned, pressing her head against the glass shower door. "the one fucking day i have the house to myself."

she sighed, lying down on the floor and opening the doors to the cabinet under the sink. there was a problem with the pipes, the one thing that she couldn't fix (and also didn't want to risk making worse, with things between her and shiloh being particularly tense). cursing under her breath, she reached for her phone.

"hey, marcus. can you come over? there's something up with the pipes in the bathroom and my shower won't start. you wouldn't happen to know how to fix that, would you?"

on the other end of the line, marcus laughed. "funnily enough, that's probably the one thing your dad taught me that he didn't also teach you. let me go and commence the wild goose chase required to find a tool box in this house, and i'll be there in ten minutes."

"you're a lifesaver, armstrong."

true to his word, ten minutes later, marcus armstrong was lying on her bathroom floor, shirt riding up to showcase his perfectly toned abs, muscles rippling under his skin as he tinkered with the pipes. it was taking every bit of self-restraint that y/n had not to cast aside her bathrobe and ride marcus on the heated floor.

she swallowed the thought, closing her eyes as she mentally chastised herself for thinking about her neighbor, and only friend within in a ten mile radius, like that. feeling her nipples hardening under her robe, she crosssd her arms over her chest (and her legs over each other, to try and deal with other issues) in an attempt to hide her arousal from the kiwi.

"i think i've got it!" marcus shouted. "try the shower now!"

grateful for the distraction, she padded over to the massive shower, reaching inside and turning the dial to warm. she let out a sigh of relief as the shower started up, warm water cascading down the rainhead and swirling down the drain.

"marcus armstrong, i could kiss you right now." she beamed, turning back to the man, who was now leaning against the doorframe. "thank you so much. there has to be something i can do in return."

marcus swallowed, realizing now how small the bathroom truly was, despite the size of the rather large shower. and with that realization, he also realized how close to y/n he was standing.

and he could also see the outlines of her nipples poking through the cotton robe, a sight that made him draw in a breath.

he wasn't supposed to think about her like this. not with the season coming up, and her about to start working for him in the screaming meals production department.

it wasn't proper.

but why did it feel so right?

neither of them said a word, marcus' hand coming up to caress the side of her face. refusing to spend any more time overthinking it, he kissed her first, cradling her bottom lip in between both of his.

what started out as a sweet, gentle kiss, quickly became hot and heavy, hands wandering under shirts and robes falling to the floor, shower still running behind them as marcus palmed y/n's ass, a small, sugar-sweet moan leaving her lips.

"you have no idea how long i've wanted to do this." marcus breathed, voice husky as he fumbled with the belt on his jeans. "every time we've watched a movie on my couch, i've wanted to pull the blankets over both of us and take you right there. they day you came running over to my house after shiloh was giving you shit, i wanted to kiss you and tell you everything would work itself out."

"well, now's your chance, armstrong. the shower is big enough for two."

__________

"marcus, can i ask you something?"

two rounds later, they were lying in y/n's bed, the plush white duvet pulled around their bodies. it was a tight squeeze, getting them both to fit on the twin sized mattress. her build a bears had been unceremoniously shoved onto the laminate floor.

"whats on your mind, pretty girl?" marcus asked softly.

"how are we going to make this work? i live with my parents and my teenage sister, for god's sakes. i'm back under their curfew, sleeping in a twin bed in a room that hasn't been redecorated since i was seventeen."

marcus kissed her on the forehead softly, moving to lace his fingers with hers, his hair still damp and ruffled form the shower. "we try, as simple as that. we'll find you a job, and you can stay over at mine however often you want. i can't promise your parents that you'll be back by the time curfew hits, but i can promise them that you're safe with me. and who knows, if this goes really well, maybe you could even move in with me."

y/n laughed softly. "hold your horses, racer boy."

"i'll hold the horses back as long as it takes for you to realize that i'm hopelessly in love with you."

#marcus armstrong #marcus armstrong x reader #indycar x reader #formula 2 x reader #formula 2 imagine #marcus armstrong imagine #Spotify

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Favorite fics part. 3

7. Alex Albon:

We'll take care of you (+GR) (smut)!

Hoodie szn (fluff)

Labyrinth (fluff)

Safe and sound (fluff)

Woah (fluff)

Sorry for the cat (fluff)

8. Arthur Leclerc:

Shut up and get Pt.1; Pt.2; Pt.3 (fluff)

Dim the lights (close your eyes) (fluff)

Keep you warm (fluff)

Him comforting reader (fluff)

9. Mick Schumacher:

More than a handful (fluff)

Diamonds (smut)

Am I clear? (smut)

Merry ruff-mas (smut)

You don't have to be gentle (smut)

I can't get no satisfaction (sweet smut) (no but this is so amazing I'm in love with this fic)

The devil is a fallen angel (fluff)

And When I'm Feeling Alone, You Remind Me Of Home (fluff)

Santa doesn't know you like I do (fluff)

Lego Schumacher (fluff)

"He started it!" (fluff)

10. Daniel Ricciardo:

Brother's best friend (fluff)

Punishment (smut)

Him giving head (smut)

Him taking your virginity (smut)

Something watchful (something jealous) (smut)

Last few pages (smut)

Heat (+MV) (smut)

Face sitting (smut)

Stress reliever (smut)

Nsfw alphabet (smut)

Break the chain (smut) (holy shit this is so good)

"Oh really? Can't breath?" (smut) (damnnn)

No touching (smut) (again.... damnnnn)

Thighs tattoo (smut)

"You missed the good part" (smut)!

First time (sweet smut)

Beard burn (suggestive)

Spoiling (fluff)

Possessive and obsessive (fluff)

Dates (fluff)

Little adventures (fluff)

Naps and cuddles (fluff)

11. Sebastian Vettle:

A professional interview (fluff) (this series is so good, if you didn't read it you need to right now)

Touch my body (smut)

Corruption (teacher!seb) (smut)

Scream! (smut)

Clandestine (smut)

No such thing as I can't (+JB) (smut)

I'd rather take my time (smut)

Something wagered (+JB) (smut)

Kiss kiss bang bang (smut)

Pride & ego (smut)

Something reunited (+MW) (smut)

Reader being insecure about her thighs (suggestive)

Sneaking around with Horner's daughter (suggestive)

Back home (a little bit suggestive)

Stay with me (fluff)

Sugar daddy (smut and fluff)

Look at her (fluff)

A man after midnight (fluff)

Dilf (fluff)

12. George Russle:

All of you (smut)

A helping hand (smut)

A helping hand Part.1; Part.2; Part.3 (smut)

We are not just friends and you know it (smut)

Without my permission (smut)

What a memorable N.Y.E (+FA) (smut)

We'll take care of you (+AB) (smut)!

Across the hall Part. 1; Part. 2 (1. fluff, 2 smut)

I think he knows (fluff)

Gust of wind (fluff)

One bed (fluff)

13. Kimi Raikkonen:

Him using ice (smut)

Only the best for you (smut)

Reader gets injured (fluff)

Spoken admiration (fluff)

Protective shield (fluff)

14. Marcus Armstrong:

Careful daughter (fluff)

Sidewalk rule (fluff)

15. Lewis Hamilton:

Please (smut)

Don't give me that look (smut)

Cry little girl (smut)

Skin and bones (smut)

Keys to the benz (suggstive)

Promise (fluff)

Sleepwalker (fluff)

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A CHAMPIONS REWARD

Pairing: Marcus Armstrong x Reader x Felipe Drugovich

Summary: After Felipe wins the 2022 F2 Championship, Marcus and his girlfriend decide to surprise him with his own, personal celebration.

Wordcount: about 3k

Warnings: 18+, smut, protected p in v, threesome (dom!Marcus, switch!Reader, kinda sub!Felipe), some voyeur, choking

A/N: English is not my first language so pls excuse minor language mistakes I'm trying my best lmao

You had known for a while that Felipe had a thing for you. And it wasn't that you didn't find him attractive, but you were happy with Marcus, you loved him. And Felipe knew that. Yes he might blush the next morning after hearing you and Marcus through thin walls late at night, but he never tried to damage the relationship you and Marcus had.

Marcus was also aware that you thought of Felipe as attractive. But he wasn't bothered by it in the slightest. He was confident in the connection you two had, the love you shared. And he knew that neither of you would change it for the world.

Which is why Marcus was the one to have the idea to give Felipe a gift for his championship win. And what was the gift? Something he had wanted but never realized he could get. A night with you.

The Sunday of the Feature Race had ended in a club in Milan for most of the F2 grid and their significant others, drinking, dancing and just enjoying the last race weekend until the final round in Abu Dhabi.

While most of the drivers were sitting in a lounge, drinking and laughing the night away while you were on the dance floor with some of the significant others. You were swaying your hips as you danced closely with Ines, Clem's girlfriend, just letting the best of the music roll through your body. You were laughing and having fun but a little voice in your mind knew this was teasing Marcus. No matter how tonight would end, you knew you were in for one hell of a night.

Marcus was looking over at you from time to time, enjoying the way your body moved against Ines', the smile on your face warming his heart and making his jeans just a little bit tighter. He was completely and utterly yours. But he noticed he wasn't the only one roaming your body with his eyes. Felipe, a couple of seats over, was doing the same. Smirking to himself, Marcus began to put the plan into place as he moved to sit next to the Formula 2 champion.

"She looks gorgeous, doesn't she?"

Felipe flinched as Marcus' voice got through to him. His eyes wide as he looked at your boyfriend. His heart let out a beat, trying to form an explanation for his lingering gaze. His brain wasn't fast enough as he started to stutter, mouth now faster than his brain. He felt like burning up, the attraction and embarrassment making a blush rise across his cheeks and neck while he scratched the back of his neck. A nervous habit he had developed in his childhood.

"Mate, no need to be embarrassed. She's attractive. You're looking. No harm done."

Marcus shrugged it off and he could immediately see Felipe relax in his seat. Felipe had probably expected him to blow up on him, calling him names for looking at something that wasn't his. But Marcus had stayed calm, the smirk on his face had the gears turning in Felipe's head. What was he planning?

Marcus Sat closer to the Brazilian, making sure no one would hear what he was about to suggest.

"In fact, (Y/N) and I had some thoughts for your championship celebration. And if you're down, she would like to give you a reward."

Felipe's eyes widened and his mouth ran dry. Marcus couldn't possibly mean what he thought, right? His mind ran hundred miles per hour, thoughts running through his head he hadn't allowed himself to think before. Fantasies he had kept down for God knows how long came onto the surface. He looked at Marcus, trying to find an indication whether or not this might be a joke. But his face was completely serious.

"So, what do you say? You in or not?"

Felipe risked a glance onto the dancefloor, his chocolate brown eyes meeting yours. You had been watching them with a smile on your face. The smile soon turned into a seductive smirk as you came to conclusion of what was happening. Closing his and and taking a deep breath he nodded, widening Marcus' smile.

Slapping Felipe on the shoulder he stood up and motioned for Felipe to do the same, a confused gaze meeting his.

"Come on then. Your rewards starts now."

You were still dancing as you saw your boyfriend moving around you in your peripheral vision with a satisfied smirk on his that you returned. More or less at the same time muscled arms wrapped around your waist, moving you into a warm body that began to move with you. Your smirk only widened. You had Felipe exactly where you had wanted him. Marcus moved in front of you, joining in on your movements.

After a while of just dancing you began feeling a little more reckless, backing your ass up into Felipe and pressing it into his crotch. You could already feel the slight hardness that had formed, only riling you up more. Felipe let out a deep groan, letting his head fall in the crook of your neck. You giggled, astonished as the effect you had on him. You turned your head to press a kiss to the skin you could reach, his temple, before whispering in the most innocent tone in his ear.

"Already so hard for me? I didn't even touch you.. Such a desperate naughty boy, aren't you Felipe?"

Normally your dominant side was buried deep in the submission you had for Marcus in the bedroom. But now, you decided, you could let yourself go a little wild. And it seemed to work with not only Felipe but Marcus as well, both letting out simultaneous groans. Marcus saw the glimmer of mischief in your eyes as soon as it was there but decided to let you have your fun. You both knew who would be the one submitting to the other. And it sure as hell wouldn't be Marcus.

And he was sure to remind you of that as he wrapped his hand around your throat lightly, making your head turn back to him. He started to kiss you, squeezing your throat a little and making you moan as you grabbed a handful of his button up shirt. But that apparently wasn't enough. Felipe had started kissing your exposed shoulder, making your nerves go into overdrive. Out were your thoughts and you just let yourself feel. The familiar taste of Marcus on your lips, his hand around your neck cutting off your blood flow just enough to make you lightheaded, the two types of their cologne mixing together to create an intoxicating smell, Felipe's big hands digging into your hands and his lips and stubble that was gliding over the sensitive skin if your shoulder. All these sensations were flooding your senses, making you merely putty in their hands. Marcus pulled away from the kiss with a smirk.

"We should get back to the hotel. Don't want this to escalated in a public place, do we sweetheart?"

You looked at him half-lidded, already a mess to their touch. Your chest heaving with the air you were trying to get into your lungs. You were in a daze and Felipe continuing his caresses on your shoulders and neck made you unable to register what your boyfriend had said. He raised a brow with a patronizing smile, knowing he would punish you later for not answering.

He grabbed your chin and your attention was finally focused on him.

"Darling I asked you a question. Don't make the punishment worse by not answering a second time."

A groan sounded in the back of your throat as you nodded desperately. You wanted to continue this as soon as possible and you all knew this wasn't an appropriate place for it.

Felipe let off of your skin, looking at the marks his lips had left. Deep inside he felt proud of himself, marking you for at least a couple of days while he only had you one night. He would leave a reminder of him on your skin. It wouldn't be all that fleeting.

Marcus grabbed your hand, moving to leave as you grasped Felipe's to pull him along. During the ride back to the hotel some rules were exchanged. Protection is to be used. No cumming inside you. You could only cum when Marcus allowed you to. And the most important one. If any of you said the word 'gumdrop' everything would come to a stop. Gumdrop had been yours and Marcus' safeword ever since the beginning of the championship so it made sense to make this rule clear to Felipe as well.

When you entered your hotel room you began kissing Felipe. It felt different than the kisses from your boyfriend, but not bad necessarily. Your hands found their way to his hair, pulling at his wild brown locks and making him moan into your mouth. His hands had wandered over your waist to your hips and ass, grabbing onto anything he could hold onto.

Meanwhile Marcus had made himself comfortable on the armchair next to the bed, having a good view of what you were doing. His shirt was already unbuttoned and he was starting to breathe heavy from what he saw. He could see that Felipe was trying to hold himself back so he decided to help him out with a devilish smirk.

"Felipe you don't need to be careful with her. She likes it rough, don't you sweetheart?"

A whimper escaped you while you could feel the hands on your body tighten significantly. And Marcus wasn't wrong. You enjoyed taking it rough, it made your heart race, your adrenaline spike. It felt more nerve-wracking.

One of the hands on your body wandered up to the back of your head, gripping your hair and pulling your back back. The sensation made goosebumps rise on your skin and you couldn't help but sink your nails into his tanned skin.

You started to become desperate and pulled on the shirt that Felipe wore. He obliged and slowly you lost more and more of your clothing. When you were only in your underwear you started pushing him towards the bed. It hit his knees, making him buckle and fall on his back on the bed. Before you could follow, Marcus' voice cut off your thoughts.

"Love, come here for a second."

It was the first time since you had entered the room that you had a proper look at your boyfriend. And what you saw made your knees weak. His chest was exposed by his open button up, the heavy breaths making it rise and fall vigorously. His the rest of his clothes safe his boxers had found their way to the floor. His eyes dark as they focused on you while his hand was palming himself through the fabric of his boxers.

Complying you made your way over to him. The smile on his face could be seen as sinister but you knew by the glimmer in his eyes that there was still a certain softness to him. He grabbed your chin and pulled you into a breathtaking kiss that had your heart fluttering. When he pulled away the whisper made a shiver run down your spine.

"You can enjoy this all you want. But don't forget who you belong to, Sweetheart. Now show the champion a good time."

He landed a slap on your asscheek before you moved back to the Brazilian laying on the hotel bed. He too was breathing heavily and you could see the outline of his hard-on through his boxers. You smiled sweetly at him while moving towards him. Crawling over him on the bed you began kissing every inch of skin you could reach. You felt his abs contract under your touch and his head fell back when you started kissing his neck, a throaty groan filling the room.

You liked having this effect, this power over him. And you continued to play out as you started to grind on his bulge. Your panties were already soaked and you were sure he could feel your wetness through his boxers as well.

His hands were moving towards your hips, wanting to guide your movements. But you had other plan. Pinning his hands to his sides you lifted your head to look into his brown eyes. Shaking your your head as you let out a laugh.

"No touching. Or you'll be punished. This is supposed to be a reward Felipe."

A whine left his lips as you decided to torture him even more. You moved from his neck down, leaving a path of kisses and lovebites on his abdomen. Slowly you pulled down his boxers to reveal his leaking length. Kicking away the pre-cum that had already stained his skin you also liked a stripe up his length before taking him in your hand and giving him a few thorough strokes. The sentation made Felipe's hips jerk and caused his head to fall back, his face scrunched up in an expression of bliss.

"C'mon baby. Show the champion just how good your filthy mouth is."

And you did just that. Taking him in your mouth you began sucking the head before moving up and down and hollowing your cheeks. You pumped the rest you couldn't fit in your mouth. The sounds that escaped him were glorious and you could see how hard he was holding back to touch you by his clenched fists by his side.

"Sweetheart you can do better than that. Go deeper. Fucking choke on his cock like I know you can."

Taking a deep breath in, you complied. Taking him all the way until his head hit the back of your throat. Tears started to form in your eyes as you swallowed around him. Of course this had an effect on Felipe as well. He could help but thrust his hips up, forcing his cock deeper. You clawed at his thighs as you kept your mouth on him until Marcus' voice interrupted.

"That's enough, love."

You pulled away instantly and you heard Felipe take a shuddered breath. You really had done a number on him. Your eyes wandered over to your boyfriend who had now stripped off his boxers as well, stroking his cock while watching you. He was achingly hard, you could tell by the strokes and the angry red colour of his tip. His breath was labored as he tried to speak.

"Can't have this be over so soon can we? Now do your thing, baby."

Your smile turned wicked as you leaned over Felipe to get the condoms that were in the bedside drawer. After rolling the condom on you positioned yourself above him.

"You okay to continue Felipe?"

He already looked a mess. Skin a flushed red. Bruises scattering his abs. His hair trousled from running his hands through it over and over. And his eyes were half lidded as he looked up at you. A fucked out smile forming on his face.

"Whatever you want."

His accent was stronger than usual, making it obvious just how much of an effect you had on him. Slowly you pushed yourself down on him, feeling him fill you up with every bit of him. Once you were bottomed out and seated on top of him both of you let out a moan.

As you started moving you held yourself up on his chest, feeling his heartbeat race through him. Felipe filled you just right and everytime you pulled back he hit your spot just right, making you clench around him. His moans started turning into whines.

"Please... Please let me touch you."

You smiled and looked over at Marcus, who nodded.

"Only because you asked so nicely."

With that his hands flew to your hips, guiding your movements while you rode him into oblivion. Once again your gaze met the one of your boyfriend and you couldn't pull away from each other. You gave him a soft smile to check in on him and he gave you a smile back. It was strange. He was watching you fuck another guy, one of your friends nonetheless, and still your connection was as deep as it was when it was only the two of you. Your eye contact was broken when you felt Felipe move his hand to rub circles into your clit making you clench even tighter. You saw Felipe was close and so were you. You looked over at Marcus.

"Can I cum? Please I can't hold it."

"Go ahead, love. Show him how pretty you are when you cum."

Your movements became sloppy all while the circles on your clit became almost frantic. And as you fell over the cliff of the orgasm, Felipe followed, spilling into the condom. You could hear Marcus groan as well as he spilled over his hand. All three of you breathed heavily as you got off Felipe and rolled next to him.

Marcus was the first to move from his seat as he went to the bathroom to clean himself up. He came back in boxers and two washcloths in hand. One he handed to Felipe while he cleaned you with the other.

After all was cleaned up and the condom discarded the lights were turned off while you made yourself comfortable under the sheets. You cuddled into Marcus' chest while looking at Felipe who had a satisfied smile on his face.

"Thanks for the reward guys. Was really one of the best gifts I've got for the championship win."

You were already drifting to sleep as you heard Marcus answer with a slight laugh.

"Mate but don't think this will ever happen again. She's mine."

And you were. All his.

#f2 #formula 2 #formula two #felipe drugovich #marcus armstrong #marcus armstrong imagine #marcus armstrong x reader #Marcus Armstrong imagines #felipe drugovich imagine #Felipe Drugovich x Reader #felipe drugovich imagines #f2 imagine #formula 2 imagine

[vroom63]

Aperol Aftermath // M.A

Warnings: language, smut, nsfw, mature, alcohol

Summary: you and Marcus have both had enough

Word count: 1.9k

Author's note: So that new Screaming Meals pod did unspeakable things to me. Enjoy

You couldn’t take it anymore. The way he was sitting with his legs spread wide, head thrown back in laughter as James went on about how attractive he found Charles. It was driving you absolutely insane. Hot and bothered didn’t even begin to describe how you felt. It was no secret that you found Marcus attractive, but something about the carefree laughter as he waffled absolute shit with his friends somehow magnified the effect. 

You had been best friends since you were kids, following him to Europe after high school and taking on the role as his social media manager after university. Life with Marcus was filled with joy and laughter and endless adventures. It was a life you never dreamed possible. The catch? Trying to keep a lid on your feelings. Trying to ignore the twinge of jealousy whenever he flirted with someone. Trying to convince yourself that you could be happy with someone else. And now you were standing behind the camera in some hotel in Budapest, imagining what it would be like to be straddling those powerful thighs, letting your thoughts run wild as he filmed another podcast episode.

“Peach?” his voice calling you roused you from your thoughts. You had no idea how long you had been staring, but your skin felt like it was on fire. Marcus had gotten up, now standing in front of you trying to catch your attention. “Kiwi?” you countered hoarsely, your throat and mouth feeling dry. “You ok?” he asked, studying your face. “I’m fine, all good then?” you deflect. “Yeah, ready to head out? Clem apparently knows this amazing club we can go to,” he says, gesturing to Clem, James and Correa heading towards the exit. “Let’s go!” you answer, mentally trying to prepare for the hazzard Marcus turns into when going out.

The club was packed. Barely-room-to-move packed, but luckily Clem had called ahead to reserve the VIP section for your group. Felipe, Juri, Liam, Lando, Lusia and Max were already waiting for you when you arrived. “Maxy!” you exclaim, “it’s so good to see you!”. Sitting down beside him, you gave him a sideways hug. You had known these people for years, but Max was the one you didn’t get to see too often. “Hey Peachy, good to see you too!” he answered while returning your hug. Marcus slipped into the seat beside you, arm slung across the back of your seat. His cologne mixed with something that was uniquely him hit you with the force of a bus, effectively wiping your mind clean. He would be the death of you, you were certain of that.

One thing you couldn’t help but notice throughout the night was that Marcus barely touched alcohol. With him limiting his intake, you decided to do the same. “I wanna dance,” you called to him over the deafening bass. Instead of answering, he grabbed your hand and pulled you to the packed dance floor. The sheer amount of people forced you to be closer than you would normally be. People bumped into you left, right and center, and Marcus pulled you closer so he wouldn’t lose you in the crowd.

His touch spread like wildfire. You had your back to his front, ass brushing lightly over his crotch every time you moved. You lost track of time as you danced with him. Someone bumped into him from behind, causing him to tighten his grip on you to stabilize himself. The action had pulled your ass flush against his crotch, and the groan he let out sent shivers down your spine. He was hard. Rock solid, probably about to burst. There was no way this was happening. You could not be the cause of this. No way. “Peach,” he groaned as you continued to move against him. Hands flexing on your hips, he grinds his cock against you. A soft moan slipped out of you as you threw your head back, leaning on his shoulder. “Stop dancing like that, or I’m gonna cum right here.” even with the noise level of the club his voice was crystal clear in your ear. Moving with more determination, you grabbed his arms from your hips and wrapped them around you, effectively wrapping him around your body. “Are you asking me to fuck you?” he continued, letting his hand rest right below your breast. “So what if I am?” you counter. “Let’s get out of here.”. He didn't wait for an answer, just grabbed your hand pulling you towards the exit. 

The ride back to the hotel was quiet. Marcus held your hand and played with your fingers like he normally did. Nothing about his demeanor said he was about to bust in his trousers. He’d wanted this for years, never really finding the courage to make a move. He never wanted to lose you. Didn’t want to know what everyday life would be like without you. Needed your constant support and optimism when races go to hell. Needed the grounding you give him, the sense of calm he feels when he’s with you. He also needs to fuck you. Right fucking now. 

As soon as the door to his hotel room had closed, he had you crowded up against it. Forehead pressed to yours, breaths mingled between you. His eyes were blazing, setting fire not only to your body, but your soul as well. Was it worth risking everything for this?

Kissing Marcus felt like coming home. Like a breath of fresh air after being underwater for a long time. His lips were soft against yours, maybe even a little hesitant. Grabbing onto his neck, you pulled him closer to you. Taking that as a “go ahead”, Marcus kissed you with a passion you had never felt before. You knew it was wrong, being pressed up against the door and making out with your best friend like your life depended on it. You couldn’t find it in you to care though. Every filthy thing you had ever imagined about him flashed through your mind, encouraging you to kiss him back with the same passion. 

“This dress..” he began, hands roaming over your body, feeling you up in the most delicious way, “should be illegal”. He pulled back to look at you. “If we start this, I won’t be able to stop” he said, “I’ve been wanting this for too long”. “Then don’t stop,” you said, pulling him to another searing kiss. He gripped one of your thighs, lifting it and pulled your core flush against his cock. The moan that left you was boarderline pornographic. The friction his jeans created was glorious, causing you to dig your nails into his back which in return made Marcus let out a deep groan. 

“Sofa,” you let out, trying to focus your mind. “What?” he asked, distracted by the feeling of your wetness seeping through his jeans. “Sit on the sofa,” you said. Following your direction, he sat down, looking up at you expectantly. You took a moment to admire him. His legs were spread, just like they had been earlier. His shirt had a couple buttons undone, leaving you a sneak peak of his chest. His hair was a mess, lips red and plump from kissing. He was a sight to behold. 

“We’re crossing a line, doing this.” you stated, eyes still lingering on the exposed part of his chest. “I know.” he answered, reaching out a hand to you, pulling you towards him. “You’ve ruined me for anyone else,” you said, looking into his eyes. You could see the emotions swirling there, probably wondering the same thing you were. “Yeah?” he asked, making you straddle him. “Yeah.”. “Good, I don’t want anyone to touch you. Only I get to touch you like this,” his thumb gently stroking under your breast as he was talking. “As long as I’m the only one that gets to touch you like this,” you counter, slowly unbuttoning his shirt all the way. This man was truly beautiful. “Always.”. 

Deciding that you’d had enough, you kissed him again, letting your hands wander his body before ending up in his hair. A delicious groan left him as you tightened your grip at the same time as you rolled your hips. He grabbed the hem of your dress, slowly peeling it off your body. Pulling away to get it over your head, his eyes landed on your naked chest as the dress did not allow for a bra. “Fuck.”. Without further ado, he pulled you closer, burying his head in your boobs. It didn’t take him long to find your nipple, sucking it greedily into his mouth. The action made you roll your hips faster against him, hands finding purchase in his hair again.

“Marcus,” you moan, pulling his head up so you can kiss him again. Making quick work of his clothes and your underwear, you found yourself hovering over his length. “You are so beautiful,” he said, hands palming your ass. You took hold of his dick, slowly spreading your wetness around with the tip. Groaning, his head tipped back, leaving his neck exposed. You gasped as you slid down on his cock. When you were fully seated on his cock, he lifted his head, looking straight into your eyes. “I saw the way you were looking at me when we were filming the podcast,” he said, “I could practically see all the filthy things flashing through your mind.”. “You looked so good.” you moaned, slowly rolling your hips. “Tell me what you were thinking,” he demanded. “I was thinking I wanted to ride you, just like this, your dick reaching so deep inside me I’ll be able to feel it for days.” you had no issue admitting where your thoughts had been.

Your words made Marcus spring into action. Holding you above him, he started moving faster, thoroughly fucking you, reaching deeper than anyone had ever done. The heavy drag of his cock against your walls had you hurtling towards the edge in no time. With every thrust he hit that sweet, sweet spot within you, making you clench around him. “Fuck, you are so tight,” he moaned, throwing his head back again. Leaning your head against his shoulder, you peppered small kisses along his collarbone, occasionally sucking on his skin, leaving small marks. 

“Marcus, I’m gonna cum,” you moaned, pulling your head up to kiss him. “Yeah? You gonna cum on my cock like a good girl?” the words left his mouth before he could think about it. The effect however, was nothing he could have imagined. Your walls clamped down on him, holding him like a vice, fluttering as you came. With a groan of your name, he followed you over the edge. 

“Fuck,” he panted, letting his arms circle your waist, holding you to him. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he said, fingers tracing random patterns on your back. “Probably not longer than I’ve wanted this,” you countered, feeling a blush making its way onto your cheeks. One of his hands found its way to your chin, tipping your head up so he could look at you. “This is not a one time thing. I am all in. I am all yours.” he said, trying to convey how he felt with his eyes. “I am all yours Marcus, always have been.” you said, placing a lingering kiss to his lips. Hiding your face in the crook of his neck, you felt ridiculously content. 

#f2 #formula 2 #f2 fic #marcus armstrong #marcus armstrong smut #marcus armstrong fic #f1 smut #marcus armstrong x reader #this is filth #sorry not sorry #f2 smut

[2-fast-2-curious]

I have been turned into a marcus Armstrong girlie

Would you have any Spicier (M4F) audios for him??

You did ask for spicier and I'll try to give you my spiciest. Congrats to this man for his win today.

[M4F] [script fill] Study break

[Mdom] [college] [18+] [library crushes to lovers] [nerdy girl] [caught listening to GWA] so [condescending] [daddy] makes you [sit on his lap] and [fucks you on the table] [against your books] in [semi-public] [creampie] with lots of [good girl]’s plus [babygirl]

#marcus armstrong #christine recommends audios #smut #f2 #formula 2 #marcus armstrong x reader #marcus armstrong smut #audios #soundgasm

[formulawrite]

Hi

i know i've been gone for over a month, a lot was happening and i didn't had anything in my mind to write (writers block hit me hard) but i have some news:

My goal is to post one story a day starting this sunday (i'll be working the election so i'll need the distraction) until november 9th

I'll take another break, but will be back after the 14th because your girl will be watching Interlagos 2022 from the grandstands can i get a hell yeah?

I have ready 3 felipe storys ready to go (one in portuguese like i promised) and one of them might be a NSFW alphabet...👀

here's the list of other drivers i have storys in progress about:

Danny Ricc

Lance Stroll

George Russell

Marcus Armstrong

Carlos Sainz

if you guys want any specific fic about a driver please send me in my ask box or my private messages if you're more confortable like that.

anyways, that was it, thank you for listening have a good whatever time of day you are :) x

#the pic was used for meme pourposes #im in no way a bolsonaro supporter #i vote for lula since i was 4 and my mom and dad let me pressed the buttons on the ballot #dia 30 é 13 ⭐️🔴 #im in college and didn't proof read this sorry for the mistakes #f2 #felipe drugovich #felipe drugovich fic #f1 #f2 fic #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz #george russell smut #lance stroll #marcus armstrong #daniel ricciardo

[formulaonesmut]

Marcus Armstrong – be quiet.

Summary : your on a vacation with Marcus and his family, you went out swimming with them in the sea, because you were on a vacation with them you and Marcus didn’t had any sexual time. But seeing him on the beach swimming and playing with his siblings ( I don’t know if he has any, but for now he does 😉) fans asking photos with him.. it does something with you. When you all got home you decided to play with your self, but it didn’t got un seen by Marcus.

( ps a big thank you to @carlos55edits !! She helped me and I woudntl being able to post it without her)

Praises ; ‘’spank me then ‘’ ‘’here with everyone in the next room?’’

thigh riding, spanking, orgasm ( f reciving), getting caught, teasing, P in V, 18+++

You and Marcus were a couple for almost 2 years. Since covid cases have been on the lower spectrum, everyone could travel again. You went with Marcus and your in-laws on a vacation to Greece. You all had an amazing time. His parents were incredible people. They were so sweet and they absolutely loved you.

It has already been 6 Incredible days and we still have 5 days to go! From relaxing by the pool to climbing mountains, every morning started for the boys with a run while you and his mother went groceries shopping. Today was a rest day, so we all decided to go the beach.

A beach day is a nice one, but not If your boyfriend. You decided to have a bet ‘’no touching, no sex for the whole vacation.’’ Its only day 6 but a small reminder Marcus had a race week in Belgium. They flew from there to Greece. And guess what? I wasn’t there. So, it isn’t just 11 days.

You quickly got your things together, leaving the beach with Marcus. His family decided to stay behind because you and Marcus offered them to cook

“I think you’re a little sunburned babe” you giggled, pointing to his lower abdomen while entering the car.

Marcus didn’t really liked sunscreen, he always told you that he felt sticky when he used it. Besides, he hated sunscreen overall, he loved to put it on you, anything to have his hands on your body.

--

You were already on the beach playing with his little sister. You two were building a sandcastle.

‘’Baby come on you need to use sunscreen! Look at your shoulders’’ he pointed to your red shoulders. Not much later he was smearing you with sunscreen, paying extra attention to your boobs and around them, and your ass. Marcus was definitely an ass boy. He put some sunscreen on his hand before smacking it down onto your ass.

‘’Marcus! Stop it’’ you giggled before pulling Marcus towards you.

‘’You just have the best ass I ever had seen’’ Marcus smirked, faces not far away from each other. You're lying on your belly, propped up on your elbows. Macus leant down and gave you a small kiss.

---

The day went great, you and Marcus had cooked dinner for the whole family. It was amazing. Marcus helped you the whole time. His mother offered to help but Marcus kept declining it. He wanted to do it with you alone.

After dinner you all went outside, sitting by the campfire and talked. Marcus’ hand never left your thigh that evening. In the beginning, his hand was on your knee, but it ended up under your dress. 

And not a while later, you were in your room “showering”. That’s what you told them. You quickly closed the door behind you, making your way to the bed while you opened your pants. Marcus was driving you insane.

You needed to get anything at the moment, you couldn’t stand it anymore. Your pants flew out tossing it to the other side of the room, your fingers slowly moving over your thong before settling you in bed

Your fingers slowly moved your thong to the side carefully and they got to work. Taking your wetness to your clit, circling over the sensitive bud. One finger circled over your clit when the other hand was moving under your shirt to your bra. Your thumb easily found your erected nipple. You took it between your fingers, slowly rolling it between your fingers.

Your fingers slowly moved your thong to the side carefully and they got to work. Taking your wetness to your clit, circling over the sensitive bud. One finger circled over your clit when the other hand was moving under your shirt to your bra. Your thumb easily found your erected nipple. You took it between your fingers, slowly rolling it between your fingers. 

The combination made you moan as you closed your eyes, you threw your head back against the headboard. 

Marcus, as usual, had forgotten something. As he made his way to your room, he heard you moan. The “no touching rule” has gotten to him. He thought he was imagining you moaning, but when he opened the door..

He saw you laid out for him, touching yourself. Moaning slightly. His breath hitched as he closed the door behind him. 

You didn’t even hear the door opening being too much in your own head. Imagining Marcus touching you slightly moaning his name while whimpers left your mouth hanging open..

“What happened to no touching darling?” Marcus asked, he leaned against the door, both hands before his crotch, cheeks slightly blushing but  Almost instantly smirking when his eyes met yours

You jumped up your hands flying to grab the sheets. Pulling it over your exposed core.

“Marcus! You godda*m scared me!” You hissed before throwing a pillow to him. Slightly relieved that it was him, not his mother or someone else. And besides, Marcus had already seen all of you. So, there was so nothing to worry about.

Marcus catches the pillow before locking the door behind him.

“I asked you a question baby. What happened to no touching?” He said, sitting down beside you on the bed.

You looked down, playing with your ring that’s around your finger slightly embarrassed. You got that ring on your 1-year anniversary. That day was an amazing day and you both probably won’t forget it.

“I don’t know babe.” you pouted, looking down embarrassed.

“Your just so... “you paused, causing Marcus to look at you.

’’I know you missed me” Marcus had a big smirk on his face. His hand moved under the blanket, his fingers ghosting over your inner thigh.

“Well, you're so attractive. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I can’t stop thinking about how good you make me feel”, you started. His cheeks flushing red immediately.

Marcus knew he had a high sex drive, and you perfectly matched that. Besides that, he was so easily to turn on.

his breath slightly quickened when you turned to Marcus, who had settled beside you. He leaned up against the headboard, legs slightly spread. He was definitely turned on. He had a, a huge bulge forming in his new grey joggers.

You slowly took the ties in your own hands. You sat up before settled yourself on Marcus his lap. Your hips slightly bulking forwards over his crotch, making you whimper.

“It’s okay that you can’t take it anymore but I’m not gonna to lose this bet” he said, his eyes shooting from your hips to your mouth, back at your eyes.

“Says the one who is hard.” You chuckled as you slowly started grinding  on Marcus his crotch, you could felt him growing underneath you.

“Stop grinding on me baby. I’m not gonna give in” Marcus said, trying to act normal. His breath quickened every time your hips moved over his tight crotch.

His hands flew to your waist, grabbing them before lifting you up, settling you down on one thigh of his.

“Go ahead” Marcus smirked, before pulling you into a kiss.

The kiss was ... hungry. Marcus smirked against your lips. His hands moving down to your ass, guiding you over his thigh. Marcus’ tongue touched your lip, signalling you to open your mouth. You slightly moaned in his mouth while he kissed you roughly.

“Mhm fuck marc please...” you whined when he pulled away. Your pace went quicker while Marcus’ hands helped you move. You slowly leant in, kissing his neck.

“Baby ... yn please stop” Marcus whined. You could hear that he didn’t mean it. One hand moving to cup his face while your mouth was just under his ear, sucking and licking over his sweet spot making him moan your name.

Your hips increased the speed, softly moaning in his ear, licking biting and kissing his earlobe while dry fucking his thigh.

One hand moved down to his crotch, slowly moving your hand over his bulge adding some pressure. His breathing, whining, and moaning became louder as your hips didn’t slow down.

“Baby come on take this to the shower,” Marcus moaned out. Every time your hips went backwards, the fabric off his joggers moved over his tight crotch.

“Should we drop the bet then? “ You moaned in his ear. He only nodded in responds.

His hands picked you up before placing you down onto the ground.

“Get rid of these clothes and meet me at the shower,” he said, pointing at your clothes before heading to the bathroom.

“Marcus?”

He turned around. “Yes darling?”

“Are you really gonna fuck me? .. Here with everyone in the next room?’’

“Yeah you just need to be quiet for me” he winked, before leaving to the bathroom.

Not a while later there you were. on the bathroom counter, your legs spread.

Marcus was between your legs eating you out like he was gonna die. The shower was already on only for trying to cover the sounds that you were making.

“Baby you have to stay quiet.” Marcus mumbled, sending vibrations through your core. His tongue lapped your wetness, his lips back on your clit Sucking it while two fingers slowly entered you.

His fingers angled upwards, stretching you out while his lips were on your clit, sucking it roughly. The combination of this lips and tongue on your clit and his fingers knuckle deep inside you, driving you to the edge.

“Marcus I- I’m gonna cum” you moaned out. His eyes shooted up before his fingers pulled out you, leaving you right before you cumed.

“No.… Marcus” you whined.

‘’that was for breaking the no touching rule darling’’ Marcus smiled before grabbing some towels.

‘’please Marcus fuck me.. I wanna help daddy out’’ you said, looking upwards through your eye lashes your hand landed on his abs, slowly following the outlines through his t-shirt.

You opened his pants while he took his t-shirt off and not a while later you standed both naked before eachoter. Marcus was already rock hard, his cock standing up against his well trained abs. he was already leaking pre-cum, Marcus was big and veiny

The shower wasn’t really that big, so you were press up against Marcus. Facing him while he pinned you against the wall, the water perfectly hitting you both. Marcus’ his head dropped down to your titties, taking one nipple in his mouth before sucking on it, making you slightly moan. His other hand down between your body, tapping your thigh as a signal to jump. You jumped into his arms immediately feeling his tip against your entrance.

Marcus lined himself up before lowering you a bit. Slowly but carefully he pushed himself inside you, when he bottomed himself out he stopped his movements, letting you used to his cock.

He watched your face expressions closely, he knew that he was big. Even you had sex before it always needed a little bit of time.

‘’mhm so tight.. your okay baby?’’ Marcus asked, you nodded in responds as he slowly started moving his hips.

It was indescribable feeling. Foreheads and noses leaning against each other. Water dripping down his forehead onto your face, his eyes stared into yours while he smiled a bit.

 You two enjoyed the moment of your deep connection. His pace became more steady, long and deep thrusts each time bottoming completely out inside you.

Your eyes are locked with his, your bottom lip is stuck between your teeth trying to muffle the sounds that you're making. Your walls clenching around him while he stretches you perfectly

“Mhm fuck baby you feel so good” you breath out, your fingers digging into his shoulder.

“You're my good girl aren’t you?” He asked before moving a little bit faster.

“Mhm yes, right there... right there Marcus” you moaned out, his tip hitting your g-spot constantly.

Out of nowhere Marcus pulled out you.  “For fuck sakes Marcus. Why? “ You pouted when he put you back down.

“What do you mean princess?” He frowned a bit and chuckled

“You always stop at the moment when I'm gonna cum!” You playfully slapped his arm.

“Turn around and shut that bratty mouth of yours before I need to fuck it out of you.” He hissed, gripped your waist. Turing you around, he pressed you up against the wall. Both of your hands trying to find something to hold onto.

He grabbed your hips, pulling them a bit backwards so you're slightly bending. He pushes himself back into you, setting a rough and fast pace.

One hand is on your hip while the other is caressing your ass cheek.

“Such a beautiful ass” he moaned. Not caring about the people that were in the next room.

“Spank me then. It’s all yours daddy” you moaned out. Marcus didn’t need to be told that twice. His hand came down and slapped your ass cheek. Not once, not twice, but three times that his hand made contact with your ass. A slightly red handprint became visible on your ass.

He grinned proudly before slapping your other ass cheek, making your moan loudly because of the sudden contact.

“Fuck. Baby you really gotta stay quiet.” Marcus half moaned before picking up his pace. One hand sneaked down rubbing circles over your clit.

“Mhm fuck so tight for me” Marcus whispers, his hand toyed with your clit. The well-known feeling in your lower abdomen started to grow.

“Shit shit right there... right there Marcus.. “ you whispered, one of your fingers were in your mouth to muffle your moans.

“No need to tell me baby girl, I can feel you clenching” Marcus half moaned in your ear before fastened his pace. Within 5 seconds your orgasm approached. It completely washed over you making your legs shake and your breathing heavy.

Normally, Marcus would stop and give you some time to catch your breath or make you get onto your knees for the driver but today he didn’t stop.

“Hold on princess. I know you have another one in you.  You're my good girl” Marcus moaned. He pulled your upper body upwards against his, one hand sneaking forward to your throat while the other one keeps circling over your clit. It felt amazing.

Tears forming in your eyes as his fingers digged into your neck, your eyes closed and your head thrown back onto his shoulder. Marcus moaned into your ear while pounding you from behind.

Your second orgasm was already close. Your legs started to shake more and more when your hand grabbed Marcus his forearm.

Your whole body started to shake when your second orgasm approached, Marcus praised you with things like...

“There you go baby. Let it go for daddy”

“I can feel that you're holding it in. Come on, be my good girl”

“Yes, your making daddy feel good”

“My girl...so dirty...”

It felt like heaven, but your second orgasm was hitting you hard. Marcus came directly after you. Your legs seriously gave up, almost falling to the ground but Marcus catches you just in time.

Marcus and you had finished your showering. He helped you with drying and got dressed again.

“That was intense.” Marcus smiled “But definitely worth it!” He kissed the bridge of your nose.

Loves me xx ( ps a big thank you to @carlos55edits !! She helped me and I woudntl being able to post it without her)

This is my work, and I do not consent for it to be shared to other websites platforms or apps nor can any of my original story lines re-written or continue by others, love all your support x

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masterlist

here you can find all my works listed by driver! happy reading! key: ᡣ𐭩 - fluff | ✧˖ - smut | ☾ - instagram au/smau | ꕤ - angst

CARLOS SAINZ

good night's sleep (18+) ✧˖ you wake up feeling more than a little needy, luckily your sweet doting boyfriend is there to help

CHARLES LECLERC

the playlist series masterlist ᡣ𐭩 (future✧˖ ) (partially ☾ ) surely travelling the world means you won’t bump into the same person twice right? wrong. everywhere you go, charles is right there and as he keeps appearing in front of you, he keeps appearing in your thoughts and eventually your heart…  (or, the one in which your manager is a big F1 fan and decides to plan your world tour to match the F1 calendar and your bandmates like to play cupid) (singer!reader)

bear hugs au masterlist (bearman!oldersister!reader) ᡣ𐭩 ✧˖ ☾ ꕤ step into the world of you and ollie bearman and your boyfriend charles leclerc. a selection of longer fics and shorter drabbles with a sprinkling of social media chapters. the original fic can now be found on the masterlist!

love letters (a two part fic) ☾ ꕤ to ᡣ𐭩dear... (part 1): after you breakup with your boyfriend rather publicly, you struggle to compose your new album, until you hear this mysterious guy's music on spotify... with love from (part 2): it's been a year since you released your breakup album and now everyone is eagerly awaiting your new love songs about your new man

GEORGE RUSSELL

blooming soon!

LANDO NORRIS

tour diaries ᡣ𐭩 ☾ lando is the most supportive boyfriend while you're on your world tour with your band (singer!reader)

red carpet ᡣ𐭩 ☾ lando joins the spoilers club, learning scripts means you take over the apartment and the internet loses their minds over your red carpet look (actress!reader)

LEWIS HAMILTON

blooming soon!

LOGAN SARGEANT

unpacking ✧˖ ᡣ𐭩 moving into your new place with your boyfriend has some interesting consequences when he finds one of his favourite boxes when unpacking

MAX VERSTAPPEN

flowers are a language of their own ᡣ𐭩 ꕤ four times max gives you flowers through your lives and the first time you give them to him (childhood friends to lovers)

girl dad ᡣ𐭩 max verstappen is such a girl dad and everyone knows it, especially you... (snapshots into max's life as a girl dad)

OSCAR PIASTRI

i told the stars about you (royalty au) ᡣ𐭩 ꕤ no matter how much this romance was fated to fall apart from the start, you still find yourself longing to tell the stars about how oscar makes you feel pretty girl (18+) ꕤ ✧˖ everyone needs a reminder when they feel insecure sometimes, luckily oscar knows just what to do to help anxiety gremlin ꕤ ᡣ𐭩 your anxiety gets the best of you and you finally open up to your boyfriend about your diagnosis, he just wants to know how he can help welcome home (18+) ✧˖oscar comes home after a triple header and catches you in a rather compromising position... he might as well take advantage of that, right?

MISCELLANEOUS names they would call their partner (ln.4, op.81, ls.2, cs.55, cl.16, gr.63, lh.44) ᡣ𐭩

DRIVERS I DON'T USUALLY WRITE FOR — unless requested

MARCUS ARMSTRONG

sparks fly ᡣ𐭩 a timeline of your friends to lovers relationship with marcus, based on taylor swift's song "sparks fly"

MICK SCHUMACHER

matcha latte ᡣ𐭩 you're crushing hard on the cute barista at your friend's cafe and he's crushing on you too. the problem? neither of you will admit it (cafe/barista!au)

FELIPE DRUGOVICH

la vie en rose ᡣ𐭩 you perform a song to show your boyfriend just how much he means to you (singer!reader)

PIERRE GASLY

holiday ᡣ𐭩 ☾ snaps from your summer vacation with pierre

home weekends ᡣ𐭩 ✧˖ weekends with pierre are your favourite, they're his favourite too. especially when he gets to wake up to you wearing nothing but his shirt and the marks from the night before

DANIEL RICCIARDO

sunlight ᡣ𐭩 the sunlight marks your favourite times with daniel; dawn, morning, midday, afternoon, sunset

oh, baby! ᡣ𐭩 ☾ you announce your new addition to the world!

#mimi.writes #masterlist #f1 masterlist