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marquez-junky8920 · 2 years

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You know me I’m gonna request it. Riding Marc’s bike with him leading to making love on the bike 😉😏your awesome btw!! When is new content to be expected?🥰

Alright alright ladies and gents... In honor of Marc getting second place last weekend, behold

✨My Comeback✨

Bike Love

'Amore!' Marc shouted from the closet upstairs.

'Yes?' You hummed out from the kitchen. Just as you turned around from the sink you saw him jogging down the stairs in his armor jacket and gloves, helmet in hand.

'Wanna be my backpack today? It's been a while since we've taken a ride together.' He set his helmet on the counter and wrapped his gloved hand around your waist to pull you closer to him. You smiled and kissed his lips.

'I'd love to. Do you know where my jacket and boots are?'

'I think they're still in the closet. Near where my jacket was.'

'I'll be right back. Don't run off without me.'

'I would never.' He laughed at the playful glare you shot at him as he smacked your ass while you walked away. Getting to the closet, you quickly located your jacket, boots, helmet, and gloves. You got dressed as quickly as you could and made your way down the stairs and into the garage where Marc was waiting for you. His helmet was already on and when he turned his head to look at you, you felt your knees buckle. Something about him in a helmet just made you absolutely melt. Especially when he nodded his head at you like he did just now.

'Wanna take a ride?' He asked cheekily.

'What's it cost pretty boy?'

'Free of charge. Although we can negotiate favors when we get home.' He winked at you and threw his leg over the bike before revving the engine to life.

'You got yourself a deal. This better not be a cheap ride though.'

'I promise I'll make it worth your while.'

You put your foot on the back peg and swung yourself to be perched behind him. Your arms naturally went around his waist as he moved the kickstand up and pulled out of the garage and onto the road. You missed the feeling of the wind and the quiet of a bike ride with him. Life had been getting in the way so much recently between work, family, and bills that you'd sort of lost touch with the simple things in life. Starting with a couples bike ride.

'Having fun?' You heard in your ear suddenly and jumped slightly.

'Jesus... You scared me. I forgot that we have these things now.' You spoke back, laughing when you heard his laugh fill your helmet. He'd invested in some 2-way communication sets to install in your helmets so that you could talk to each other. It was probably one of the best purchases he'd made.

'Yes, I am having fun. I missed this. Just us two and the road.' You sighed, looking at the sudden wide open spaces around you. Mountains, blue skies, sun shining, and perfect temperatures.

'It has been a while. I missed you.' He admitted, letting go of one of the handlebars and grabbing hold of your hand wrapped around him. You squeezed his fingers lightly before his hand went to rest on your knee for a moment.

'Where are we even going?'

'I figured we could grab a late breakfast and just go home afterwards. Nothing too fancy.'

'God... I get a ride free of charge AND breakfast? You're spoiling me.'

'You're paying me back later, little lady. Don't think you're getting off easy.' You could practically hear the smirk in his voice. It was almost like his dirty mind was playing out right in front of you.

'I see how it is. You only like me for my blowjobs.' His helmet nodded and his shoulders shrugged before he retorted.

'Among many other things, yes. Absolutely. No questions asked.'

'You are so unbelievable.' You chuckled to yourself before just holding on for the rest of the ride.

Breakfast was fairly quiet. It was just the 2 of you in the small diner and you'd been sat next to a window with a perfect view of the mountains. He held your hand across the table the entire time and you caught him every now and then just staring at you. Like he was doing right now.

'Why do you keep staring at me? Do I have something on my face?' You asked.

'Not at all. I just like looking at my woman. Is that a crime?' He raised a playful eyebrow as he brought your hand up to kiss it. You felt your cheeks start to flush slightly.

'I suppose not.' You smiled shyly at him.

'I love you.' He said softly, still rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand.

'I love you.'

'You ready to go?' He asked.

'Yeah. Although I think I may need to unbutton my pants when I sit on the bike. I have a food baby.' You groaned, getting up from the table and patting your stomach.

'Boy or girl?' He laughed.

'We're keeping it a secret until the birth. I think it's a girl though.' You rubbed your stomach before his hand followed suit.

'Congratulations.' He smiled a smile that reached his eyes before he put his helmet back on. You got on the back of the bike and held on as he drove you home. Believe it or not, you were so full and so comfortable leaning onto his back that you began to fall asleep a little bit.

'Wake up love. You gotta hang on.' You heard Marc's voice through the comms.

'Mm... I'm so sleepy. How much longer?'

'Like 3 more minutes. You can make it.' He coaxed, rubbing his hand on your knee again. What seemed like an eternity later, he pulled up into the garage and closed the door before turning the bike off. He put the kickstand out and allowed you to get off first before he did the same. You both took your helmets, jackets, and gloves off and just as you went to turn around and walk inside to put everything away, Marc grabbed your arm and pulled you back to him. You giggled and suddenly didn't feel so tired anymore...

'Hey there gorgeous.' He bit his lip as his rough hand wandered down to grip at your ass. He was closely in tune to how your body pushed further into his touch and you craned your neck up to kiss him.

'Payment so early? I thought I'd have some time to get some lingerie on to give you a double payment.' You were so close to his mouth that you were sure he could feel your breath fanning his face as he smirked. He looked like a tiger hunting its prey with the look he was giving you.

'What's the point of that if I'm just going to rip it off of you anyway?' He lilted, going down to kiss your neck as he leaned back on his bike and taking you with him.

'I-it's fun, that's the point.' You sighed, leaning your head back to give him more access as your fingers gripped the backs of his arms.

'Mm... This is better though.' He whispered, unzipping your jeans and slowly teasing the line of your panties. He snaked his fingers inside your lace panties and rubbed light circles onto your clit. 'Don't you think?' He chuckled. You couldn't form a response as your knees buckled underneath you and a moan caught in your throat.

'I think you agree princess.' He said in a low voice that made the puddle between your legs that much worse. A moan was finally drawn from your lips when his long fingers entered inside of you and curled repeatedly. Before you could say anything, Marc had you both turned around where you were leaning back on the bike and he was pinning you between him and the leather seat that you used to support yourself.

'Oh god... I love your fingers so much.' You moaned, bringing your leg up to wrap around his waist. This was oddly attractive what he was doing - taking you over his bike like this. Never in a million years would you have thought that you'd be turned on by such a minute thing, but here you were, legs spread, his hand in your jeans, and your fingers unzipping his jeans to find his already hard cock. You gripped him and slowly began stroking him underneath his boxers, enjoying the way that his lip made its way between his perfect teeth.

'Faster.' He growled in your ear, speeding up his fingers on your clit just as your hand increased its pace. His hips began to thrust in time with your hand before he took his hand from in your jeans and grabbed your throat to bring you into a searing kiss.

'Turn around for me.' he whispered just loud enough for you to hear even though it was only the two of you in the entire house. You obeyed of course. Who wouldn't say yes to Marc Marquez telling them to turn around? You would've been stupid not to.

Marc's hands were quick in their efforts to pull your jeans just enough down your legs to where he had full access to what he wanted most. You heard him pull down his jeans as well before you jolted forward lightly at the feel of his tip running through your soaked folds.

'You look so fucking beautiful.' He sighed out, running a hand up your back and to your hair before grabbing a fistful and pulling you back just as he slammed himself inside you. He wasted no time in thrusting inside of you and setting the pace as hard and fast.

'Oh fuck! Right there right there!' You chanted, reaching behind you to grab at his hip as he continued to pound into you. His grunts and your moans filled the garage and to be quite honest, neither of you cared if the neighbors heard.

'Yeah? You like my dick, don't you?' He smirked into your ear and bit your neck lightly as a moan squeaked out from you. 'Say it. Tell me you love my dick.' He said, spanking you to emphasis his point.

'Ah! Yes I love y-you dick, oh my god yes!' You whined out as his fingers roughly played with your clit again. He was a man on a mission right now and he would stop at nothing until you were falling apart for him.

'I want you to cum. Can you do that for me amore, hm? Be daddy's little girl?' He hummed into your ear, his hot breath sending the best kinds of chills down your spine.

'Mmm yes!'

'Good girl. Now cum for daddy.' He groaned, feeling you tighten around him and your legs begin to shake as his fingers never stopped their relentless circles on your clit. 'Fuck you're so tight...' He grunted, hips stuttering and slamming into you one last time before he pulled out and got you on your knees to cum in your mouth. Seeing you on your knees and waiting for him to cum in your mouth was one of his favorite views ever. He didn't even have to do anything since your mouth took control and you hollowed out your cheeks as he released inside your mouth. Swallowing everything he had to offer, you tenderly sucked him for a few more seconds before placing one last kiss on his tip and taking his hand that he offered to help you stand up. Your arms went around his shoulders and he cocked his head sideways a little bit as if he was thinking.

'Hey, question... Is that lingerie option still on the table? I had dinner, now I want my dessert.' He said, that predatory gaze right back in his eyes.

'Give me 5 minutes and dessert will be served in bed.' You winked, kissing his lips before pulling your jeans back up and walking inside. Before you closed the garage door behind you, you looked over your shoulder to tell him something that you knew would make him crazy.

'And baby?'

'Hm?'

'Make sure to grab the whipped cream from the fridge. I'd hate to see a good dessert go to waste without a little whipped cream.'

END

#motogp #marc marquez #marc marquez smut #motogp smut #motogp imagines #motogp oneshots #smut

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hotmessmaxpress · 2 months

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(a/n: I’ve never been only onlyfans. I’m assuming it works like patreon but for nudes? Allegedly you can also tip using the website?)

Rosquez OnlyFans AU, (1/?) Inspired by these posts on @unhinged-motogp-confessions

It's a common misconception that it is easy for Vale to get laid. While he does have the benefit of his celebrity status, charisma, and literal fanclub, that doesn't necessarily equate to a good deal of pussy on a practical level. For one, women often want more commitment from him than he's willing to provide. He has no interest in having a girlfriend at the moment, no matter how good the sex is. On the other hand, women who are comfortable with being one-night-stands sometimes have the air of wanting to exploit the encounter in some way. While he's never had a lover go so far as to take pictures without his consent, he has been made aware of more than enough tweets, blog entries, and other social media posts about his dick and skills as a lover. There is also the issue of Vale's additional preference for men; hooking up with women is risky enough without the threat of forced outing.

The easiest solution is perhaps the most embarrassing: porn. Vale has the money to acquire pretty much any type of porn that he wants, and it's convenient no matter where he is in the world (for the most part).

Vale has a private OnlyFans account with Rossano as the profile picture. It’s on that account that he discovers and subscribes to Marc. MotoMarc93 He is the hottest man Valentino Rossi has ever seen. He’s absolutely fit, six pack and all, and he rarely has a shirt on. He has the face of a model, and Valentino loves it when he smiles. What really makes Marc stand out though, is his garage. Marc has an entire garage of motorcycles. His favorite, that he includes in videos, is an orange and black wrapped Honda Fireblade. Marc is filthy on the bike. Sometimes it’s innocent; thirst trap selfies of himself leaned back on the bike, cock just out of frame. Other times it's a photo over his shoulder, showing the line of his toned back down to his bare ass. Vale pays for everything– he pays for the most expensive monthly subscription, but also buys the pay-per-view shots at every available opportunity. That gives him access to all the videos Marc posts. He posts one in particular of him riding a dildo that he has suction-cupped to the seat that makes Vale come so hard he thinks for a moment that he died. After that video he sends Marc a tip for 1000€ with a message: “amazing video xx”. Marc responds with a question: “what is your name?” That question is a red flag for Valentino, but he is horny and therefore stupid. “Valentino.” There is no response for 24 hours, which terrifies Vale. The next afternoon, however, he receives a direct message from Marc. It’s similar to the previous video, but Marc has changed the camera angle– his camera is set up behind the rear of the bike, but clearly his tripod is standing on something to make it even taller than normal. The angle of the video makes it feel as if Valel is looking down just slightly– like he’s standing behind the bike and watching. Marc takes his time in the video. He walks into frame already naked, grinning, and makes his way toward the bike. He kneels next to it, jerking the dildo off slowly with a grin at the camera before turning, swinging his leg over the bike, and slowly seating himself on the dildo. The camera angle gives Vale a perfect view of where the cock enters Marc's tight hole. He groans as it fills him, and Vale scrambles to free his hard cock from his pants. Marc rocks his hips before sliding up and back down the silicone cock. He moans, rocking up, before he opens his mouth. “Valentino,” he moans. “Harder.” He picks up speed, fucking himself deep and hard on the dildo. Vale pumps his cock in time with the rise and fall of Marc’s hips. He doesn't think he's ever been this invested in a screen before in his life. “Valentino, please,” Marc cries. Vale comes hard, cum shooting nearly up to his chin. He moans as he jerks himself through it.

When he opens his eyes, Marc has reached behind him and picked up the camera. He brings it around his body, and Vale nearly comes again at the sight of Marc’s cum painting the body of the bike, nearly up to the handlebars. The camera flips, and Marc grins and blows a kiss at the camera before the video ends.

#I hate writing smut but here I am #I will write more but my brain needs a break #valentino rossi #marc marquez #rosquez #motogp rpf #mm93 #vr46 #OnlyFans au

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schumi-nadal · 6 months

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So, I wrote a Mabio one-shot… 👀

If anyone wants to read it, here it is 😂

#first time I wrote about MotoGP #and first time I wrote a lemon/smut #so I hope it’s not that bad #even if my soulmate Mira says she loved it 😂🥰#fabio quartararo #marc marquez #mabio #motogp rpf #ao3

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the-offside-rule · 5 months

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Christmas Oneshots List

Day 1 - Mason Mount (Manchester United) - Play Pretend

Day 2 - Carlos Sainz Jr ( Scuderia Ferrari) - First Snow

Day 3 - Pablo Gavi (FCBarcelona) - Skating Rink

Day 4 - Marc Marquez (Ducati) - The Gift That Keeps On Giving

Day 5 - Jude Bellingham (Real Madrid) - An Unexpected Gift

Day 6 - Alejandro Garnacho (Manchester United) - Cuffin' Season

Day 7 - Max Verstappen (Red Bull Racing) - Reconsider *smut*

Day 8 - Lando Norris (McLaren) - Dress Up

Day 9 - Jack Grealish (Macnhester City) - Snowman

Day 10 - Oscar Piastri (McLaren) - The Little Things

Day 11 - Trent Alexander Arnold (Liverpool) - Jolly

Day 12 - Charles Leclerc (Scuderia Ferrari) - Christmas Tree Topping

Day 13 - Kylian Mbappe (Paris Saint Germain) - The Lights of Paris

Day 14 - Daniel Ricciardo (Alpha Tauri) - Wrapping Mistletoe

Day 15 - Frenkie De Jong (FCBarcelona) - Baking

Day 16 -Pierre Gasly (Alpine) - Die Hard

Day 17 - Rodrigo Riquelme (Athletico Madrid) - Elevator Secrets

Day 18 - Mick Schumacher (Mercedes AMG) - A Coffee and a Miracle

Day 19 - Anthony Gordon (Newcastle) - Freezin'

Day 20 - Liam Lawson (Mugen) - The Art of Decorating

Day 21 - Riqui Puig (LA Galaxy) - Surprise!

Day 22 - Jenson Button (Brawn era) - Snowball

Day 23 - Harvey Elliott (Liverpool) - Break a Leg

Day 24 - Mitch Evans (Jaguar) - Meeting You

Day 25 - Evan Ferguson (Brighton) - Fairytale of New York

[FROM THE VAULT]

Andy Robertson (Liverpool) - Silent Night

Gary Neville (Manchester United era) - Are You Sure?

Julian Alvarez (Manchester City) - Feliz Navidad

Martin Ødegaard (Arsenal FC) - Pinnekjøtt

#f1 blurb #f1 imagine #f1 oneshot #football #football imagines #football blurbs #fcbarcelona #laliga #f1 oneshots

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charlywrites · 2 years

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hi, the name’s charly and this blog contains all my f1 and motogp related fics.

my favs are, in orders, lewis hamilton, charles leclerc and george russell. Obviously, I’m rooting for team mercedes.

As for motogp, I support Fabio Quartararo and Marc Marquez.

I’ll be taking requests for most of the drivers on the grid and won’t set any kind of rules besides that I don’t write smut and I’ll allow myself to decline a request I’m not comfortable writing. <3

here’s my masterlist.

- lewis hamilton

- charles leclerc

- george russell

- sergio pérez

- lando norris

- esteban ocon

- daniel ricciardo

- max verstappen

- pierre gasly

#f1 x reader #lewis hamilton x reader #lando norris x reader #charles leclerc x reader #george russell x reader #daniel ricciardo x reader #max verstappen x reader #toto wolff x reader

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r69per-luvr · 9 months

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❝﹙🖇﹚:; about me + guidelines ⑅⋅₊

MAIN INFO — !?

day . daydream . reaper ☆ female . she/they ☆ 19 . 06/24 ☆ pan . poly . greyace ☆ single 😔

DNI + BYF — !?

☆ dni homophobic , racist , sexist , transphobic , ect ect

☆ dni any kind of toxic fan

☆ just as long as you are a good person we're all good

☆ i am very strong on upholding my boundaries, so please beware, i won't take it lightly if you disrespect mine or any of my mutals boundaries

☆ i am in fact a die hard marc marquez fan. ofc i respect and am also a fan of rossi, but i do favor marc. though i want nothing to do with the drama (in terms of choosing sides, rpf is very welcome) and i have no specific opinion on the matter. because of this, i refuse to listen to anyone puting down either rider around me. so please, refrain from mentioning any of it, unless it is in jest and with endearment.

☆ ^ this also applies to anyone on the f1 grid, or any motorsport i support. just please refrain from arguing about who is better or who deserves what. you have every right to have an opinion, but please don't argue about it with me or on my blog pls. i refuse to tolerate it. it gets overwhelming honestly

☆ i do not write smut at all. i may write suggestive stuff, but i do not write anything too explicit. it just isn't something i'm comfortable with writing.

☆ if an ask makes me uncomfortable i will just ignore it

☆ please, please, please respect my boundaries, and double check every now and then what i am and am not comfortable. things may change, and i'd hate to ignore an ask cause of a misunderstanding.

☆ please do not be afraid to ask me if i'm comfortable with something if you are unsure. i promise i'm very understanding

WHO I SUPPORT — !?

motogp enea bastianini , fabio quartararo , marc marquez , marco bezzecchi , takaaki nakagami , alex marquez , luca marini , fabio di giannantonio

formula sports lewis hamilton , george russell , charles leclerc , max verstappen , daniel ricciardo , yuki tsunoda , nyck de vries , liam lawson , pierre gasly , lando norris , oscar piastri , alex albon , zhou guanyu , mick schumacher , paul aron , arthur leclerc , ollie bearman

note i make moodboards for basically anyone

#about me #guidelines #f1 #motogp

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bluegunnerbabe73 · 1 year

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Repay

Plot: You suddenly catch feelings to Alex. You haven't talked to Alex for few weeks but decide to visit him one day.

POV: Fem

Warnings: None.

Category: Smut

Going on a run on a hot day isn't a good idea. Though it feels nice. Running is something you like to do. Whether you were upset or happy. You run up a small hill. You decide to sit down on a stone. You close your eyes and relax. You're thinking about the day when you were cycling with Alex and Marc and a few others. Especially a certain moment of that day.

That moment was, when you were finished cycling and you saw Alex slightly covered in dirt. You stood still and very stiff. Blushing. You squeezed your bicycle's handle. Some very strong feeling lit up inside you. You don't know what happened to you. But suddenly you were really craving him. You aren't really sure if anyone noticed. You left shortly after. On your way home, you were still thinking about what you just saw. And a little more. Like his very tempting bulge.

You have known Alex for years. You have never thought of him like this before. You have only seen him as this sweet guy who helped you a lot. As a friend. You are not even sure if you can ever thank him enough. Alex is always so kind, humble, and sweet. You don't understand where suddenly this feeling comes from. It's so odd.

You decide to run back home. It's a hot day and you need a shower.

"Hey, you're back. So. Your shelf is fixed. Hopefully, it won't break again. ", your mom said.

"Oh, thank you, so kind of you.", you said and hugged her.

"Sorry, I'm sweaty."

"Don't worry about it. I have to go. See you later sugar. Bye.", she winked.

"Bye, mom.", you waved.

You walk to your bedroom while taking off your clothes. Afterward, you went into the shower. Brushing your hair and washing your body felt spiritual in a weird sense. Minutes pass by without you noticing.

Being done with the shower, you dried yourself off. Your phone buzzed and you walked quickly to see what it was. It was a text from Alex. Your heart starts beating faster and faster. You finally open the text and:

"Hey, just wanted to ask if you'd wanna come over? I know it has been a while since we last talked 😅. Marc has his friends over and I thought that maybe you'd wanna visit. In case you feel lonely or something. Unless you have some other plans. Last time I saw you, you left very fast 🤨. Was something wrong? Did something happen? You know you can tell me anything. Please answer me soon."

So he doesn't suspect anything? Or even notice? Whatever, you want to see him anyway. So you answer:

"Hi. Yes, I'd be happy to come over. See ya soon."

You ran to your bedroom and tried to decide what to wear. You finally decided and fixed your hair and makeup.

Finally at the Marquez's house. You knocked on the door. Alex came to open it.

"Hello!", he said and took you inside.

"Hey!", you answered back shaking.

"Are you cold?", he asks confused.

"No.", you smiled.

"We are watching football in the living room. Anything to drink or eat?"

"No thank you. I'm fine."

You walked to the living room with Alex and sat down on the couch. Alex sat next to you. You were watching the game but your thoughts were on Alex. It seemed like Alex wasn't that focused on the game either.

Alex got up and walked to the kitchen. You also got up and followed him. It was only us in the kitchen.

"Would you like something?", Alex asked.

"Yes, something warm to drink.", you answered while caressing your arms.

"I could make you hot chocolate with strawberry milkshake liqueur and whipped cream."

"I'd like to try that."

Alex started making the drink. He finished by adding the whipped cream.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. I'm not really that interested about the game. Are you?", Alex asked.

"No. Not that much.", you rolled your eyes and took a sip of the drink.

"Let's go to my room. We can hangout out there. They won't hear us and we can barely hear them there. Privacy. "

"I'd like that.", you smiled.

You walked to Alex's room. Alex closed the door. You sat down on Alex's bed.

"How is everything?", you asked him.

"Better. Everything seems getting better.", Alex sits down and smiles.

"That's really good to hear. Alex, there is something, I wanna say."

"Okay.", Alex says and leans forward.

Before you could say anything, one of Marc's friend opened the door.

"Are you guys coming to watch the rest of the game?"

"No.", we said at the same time.

"Okay, I'll tell the rest.", they said and closed the door.

"Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that I really appreciate you. And I don't know how to say this. But I have feelings for you. Since that day. I don't what happened to me. I just couldn't get you out of my mind. Please forgive me.", you said with dramatic eyes.

"Oh y/n. You don't have to be sorry."

"We have been friends for so long. I didn't want to ruin it. Because you are so important to me. I don't know how I could ever repay you."

"I think there is a way."

"Really? How?", you asked. Slightly wondering what he means.

"Lay down.", Alex said softly.

You went further back and laid back. Alex moved himself from the chair and laid himself above you. He landed his hand on your jaw. You put your hands on his chest and look into his eyes. Alex smiles at you and you smile to him back with a smile.

"Kiss me.", you asked him.

"What?", he answered back.

"Kiss me. Please."

Alex put his hands on the both sides of your jaws. Alex put his lips close to your lips.

"Are you sure?", he whispers.

"Yes.", you quietly whimper.

Alex kisses you. You wrap your hands around his neck. Your hands are running through his hair. You can feel his hands going down your waist. Alex stops and looks at you for permission to continue. You nod and Alex opens your legs. He pulls you closer and you feel his largening bulge the continues kissing you. He continues move to your neck.

"Oh, Alex.", you lightly moan.

He moves on to your chest. Alex stops and stands up toward the bed. He unbuttons his pants and lowers them, making his boxers with a bulge visible. You caress Alex's leg upwards. You take a lick of Alex's bulge looking into his eyes. Alex bites his lip and takes a condom from the drawer. He gives it to you, lowers down his boxer making his hard cock come out. You opened the condom package and put the condom on his cock. You put his cock inside your mouth and started going back and forth. You heard Alex lightly moan. Looking up at him, you admire his muscles while sucking his cock. Alex holds your hair in pigtails. Alex's cock feels so big, that you feel like you're going to gag.

"Gosh, y/n! You feel so fucking good!", Alex groans.

"Go lay on the bed.", he adds.

You go and lay in the bed. Alex follows you and kisses your inner thigh towards upwards. Alex removes your pants, revealing only your thongs. Alex puts your thong aside, and starts licking you.

His tongue playing with your clit feels so good that, you have a hard time staying still. Alex removes your thong and continues. He's holding your thighs, so that you stay still. The thought of you getting caught with Alex faded away. You don't care, Alex feels that good.

You remove the rest of your clothes making completely naked. Alex made himself naked too.

Alex inserted two fingers inside you. Going in and out.

"You are really wet. My fingers are getting soaked.", Alex lightly chuckles.

"Can you put on more finger inside me?"

"Of course."

Alex fingers you with three fingers. You moan and give Alex puppy eyes.

Alex takes his cock and inserts the tip inside.

"Please, all the way in.", you ask.

You feel as his full hard cock comes inside. This is the same feeling as from that day from cycling, but stronger. This is what you have been craving so badly. You couldn't ever imagine having this feeling for him.

Alex lays down, putting you on top. Going up and down, Alex holding you breasts. Moans coming from both of you, Alex's grip moved to your waist as your started getting faster. Moment after moment, you feel tears going down your face.

"Alex, Alex, Alex!", you moan and whimper.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!", Alex moaned with his teeth closed.

As you are going up and down, up and down, faster and faster. Alex goes up to kiss you. Moans come out of your mouths as you cum. You both slam yourselves on to the bed. You dreamily look at each other.

"I can't believe what we just did.", you giggled.

"You liked it?", Alex bites his lip with a lip.

"Yes. That was amazing."

Alex comes closer to you and cuddles you.

#alex marquez #alex marquez smut #motogp smut

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wolfinakut0 · 2 years

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CHAMPAGNE AND PAPARAZZI -

Marc Márquez

friends to lovers where you run into some shower problems and have to use Marc’s

3k words

warnings: NSFW, slight choking, terribly written smut, oral (m receiving), bad Spanish, dirty talk

You had known Marc for quite some time, the both of you really close friends, there was this unspoken bond you two had. You were each others partners in crime, going along with every stupid idea the other had and getting yourselves in trouble one time or the other.

Like that time the two of you were caught, instead of being at the mandatory press conference, “borrowing” the team scooters and conducting a very serious race on track, going a whopping 30 mph top speed down the straights.

Or the time the two of you snuck out of physical training for an early morning swim at the seaside in Qatar. Wherever the two of you’d be, there’d be trouble. And the media loved it. Not only because of the constant rumours that you two had something going on, which the both of you, unbeknownst to the other, secretly wished were true, but also because of the stupid things you two’d start.

There had obviously been some tension going on between the two of you neither could deny, stolen glances across the paddock, a bit of flirting during press events or lingering touches when no one was looking. But there wasn’t anything serious going on, although you were close neither of you would admit anything or make a move. Scared you might misinterpret anything or just think too much into it. However to the others it was painfully obvious, you both had been pining for each other but were too dense to notice.

Today that wasn’t really one of your concerns though, the race day in Jerez taking up all of your concentration. You weren’t in the GP just to fuck around and cause trouble, you were there to win. You were sure the only reason you didn’t get house arrest for your ridiculous PR stunts was because you were still giving results and the press went wild over it.

The heat was almost unbearable, you tried to keep your focus on what was ahead, winning in Jerez to get ahead in the championship. Your standings were already great, but being able to get ahead and build a bit of distance would cement your position. The race was an adrenaline filled endeavour, after the riders in Moto3 were penalised to take one long lap after the other, and the Moto2 couldn’t really keep their bikes on track either, it was obvious this race needed you to be on top of your game. Being in Motogp you and the others obviously still were way ahead skill wise and their results couldn’t compare to you guys’, however with how fast you’d lose grip with this heat on the tires you still had to be careful. Lap after lap the race went good, some people going down due to a loss of grip or some cocky overtake resulting in contact between two riders and thus a crash, but that didn’t really concern you, your pace was really good so far. You were way ahead, building more distance each time you passed the finish line - This time however you weren’t all alone, a tussle between the podium so to speak, Marc and Fabio close behind. While the other two were constantly battling for dominance, you stayed focused on your line. There was no margin for error, a small mistake could cost you your standing, but despite that you kept your cool, taking each corner as precise and close as possible, no mistakes, no track limits or cocky miscalculations. The race stayed exciting till the very second you guys crossed the checkered line. “Y/n P1, P1!!”

You felt euphoric, you did it, and now it would be time to celebrate. After taking your victory lap, standing on the pegs, your country's flag loosely tied around your shoulders, you went to take the podium. You went to celebrate with your team, them patting your helmet and whatever else they could reach as the other two rolled in beside you and got off their bikes too. You felt Marc's arms sneak around you in celebration, lifting you up so you sat on his shoulder, your hands up in the air.

Now you guys were quickly hurried to the podium, Marc coming in close second to you. Your fingers still tingling from the bike's vibrations, your whole body feeling as if you were on fire. You stepped on the balcony, watching as the third and second place took their podium, finally it was your turn to step up onto the podium, walking on stage, after the other two, as you made your way to the middle step, first place. You could barely contain your excitement, looking over the equally excited crowd beneath. You were beaming as your national anthem boomed through the speakers and you knew what was to come next. Along with the Spanish summer came this incredible heat and the champagne you were about to get was just the right solution to that. Glancing to you left and right you noticed the two next to you had the top part of their leathers hanging from their hips, Marc wearing his base layer underneath - what a shame. Still, you were finally allowed to celebrate with the champagne. You popped the cork and began spraying the other two, them covering you in champagne as well, with everyone now covered in it, hair dripping and all it was a nice cool sensation.

You took the comically large bottle up to your head and decided to take a nice sip, distracted, Marc however took the opportunity to get back at you for soaking him completely, swiftly pulling open the zipper of your leathers and draining his champagne inside, you now soaked to the bone. “You asshole!” You shout-laughed and tried pushing him off of his step.

After your little tussle on the podium all you wanted was to get out of your leathers and take a nice, relaxing shower. Back in your Motorhome you quickly peeled yourself out of the soaked leather, already feeling 10 pounds lighter and turned on your shower. However, much to your dismay, although there seemed to at least be some water coming out if it, it was ice cold and definitely not really fit to shower in - shit. What now? Getting to the hotel to shower wasn’t really an option so you had to think of something else.

In a panic you wrapped yourself in a towel and grabbed your phone, desperately trying to reach the one guy you'd ask to use his shower. After frantically texting him you stared at your screen, your heart pounding in your chest.

You couldn’t just quickly put on something, still sticky and wet from the champagne, standing there in just a towel and Marc wouldn’t answer. What now? You had seen Marc get into his trailer earlier so you were sure he must still be in there, maybe he had his phone on silent?

“Ah fuck it” You huffed, deciding to push your luck today, his traler wasn’t too far from yours so you were sure no one would see you sneaking over to hopefully be able to take a quick shower there. Since it also wasn’t the first time you'd have snuck out you were fairly certain this would go well. Just wearing your tower you peeked outside, no one around, the coast clear, you snuck out and hurriedly rushed to his trailer, banging on his door frantically. “Marc, open up, It’s kinda urgent!”

You felt really stupid right now, standing in front of Marc’s trailer, half naked and not even sure he was actually there. But just as you were about to make the sprint back to yours, not sure what you’d do next, the door creaked open just a bit as Marc pushed his head out. His hair still wet, the dark curls sticking to his forehead as his expression changed from a worried one to an amused one, a slight red tint dusting his cheeks. “What even…?” Quickly he grabbed your wrist and pulled you inside to shut the door behind you. Now you realise why he didn’t answer. Marc was wearing about as little as you, a towel loosely wrapped around his hip and him dripping wet, did he just shower? Upon further investigation you noticed some foam still in his hair, did you interrupt his shower? “Why, for fucks sake, did you come to my trailer half naked in broad daylight? Did something happen? And did anyone see you?” He had this soft grin on his face, the one you grew to love so dearly.

Although it wasn’t the first time you’d seen him in this little clothing you still hadn’t gotten used to it. Realizing you burst into his trailer half naked, him also not really wearing anything you noticed the implications of this moment and in an embarrassed fashion you quickly covered your eyes with your hands, behaving like a teenager while your cheeks heated up, your face feeling on fire. After a moment you finally managed to speak, “I uh… my shower’s not working and uh… I was hoping I could use yours…?” Marc chuckled a bit, unholy thoughts entering his mind.

“Well I wasn’t quite done showering yet, but…” He inched closer to you, your back almost against his door as he slowly took your wrists to uncover your eyes. You stared up at him, his eyes dark with lust as he glanced at your lips, he was feeling especially bold after taking the podium next to you today. You looked up at him innocently, biting at your lower lip as Marc continued, “If you wouldn’t mind, you could join me? After all,” Your eyes never leaving him as he moved his head next to your ear, his breath tickling your skin. “I am the one responsible for soaking you like this, getting you all wet.” You were totally caught off guard, this being exactly what you had fantasised about so many nights.

As soon as Marc let go of your wrists your hands found themselves within his curls, his lips connecting with your neck you let out a soft moan. He began sucking and softly biting at your sweet spot, no doubt leaving a hickey in the process. “Mhh… You still taste of champagne.”

The Honda rider went to cup your cheek, pouring his eyes into yours as your hands began trailing down his toned body, touching the hem of his towel while the other stayed resting against his chest. His calloused hand leaving goosebumps as he slips one behind your neck and pulls you into a passionate kiss. A soft whimper leaving your lips as you hungrily kiss him back. You could feel his length pushing up against the towel as you made quick work of the tuck holding it onto his hips. Surprised by his size as it sprung flush against his abdomen, anticipating what's to come.

In the heat of passion your towel found its way to the floor as well as you were stumbling towards his bathroom, the shower still running. He made sure to never let his hands leave your skin, intoxicated by the feeling underneath his fingertips. Breaking free to catch some air your eyes lingered on him, his scarred skin still covered in some water droplets.

“After you” Marc spoke huskily, motioning you to step into the shower before him, to which you happily obliged. The moment you felt the water hit your skin felt like electricity running through your body, the smell of his body wash and champagne filling the room. Following suit he spared no time in pressing you against the wall, his hand resting next to your head as you made out again.

Marc's hand slowly trailed down your soft skin, enjoying every curve and imperfection as his fingers tenderly slid between your folds, earning a high pitched moan. You sounded even better than he imagined, a cocky grin playing on his lips. Marc slowly pushed one of his digits inside, earning another breathy moan, it drove him wild. Quickly Marc began moving his finger in and out, curling it to hit that one particular spot that made you clench around him. Soon he added another finger and sped up his movements, drawing you closer to your high.

Your nails buried themselves deep within his back, leaving red trails and a painfully pleasurable sensation. You felt your knees grow weak as your heavy legs twitch beneath you. Marc's other hand slowly gained a rough grip on your hip, keeping you from losing balance and leaving yet another mark on you. His big hands fit nicely against your small frame, his long slender fingers burning themselves into your skin.

The moment his thumb started drawing rough circles on your clit tipped you over the edge, throwing your head back in ecstasy and arching your back off the wall you came all over his fingers, riding out your high as his hand never eases the movement. His name leaving your lips again and again, desperate for him.

“Good girl” Marc grumbles against your skin, sending butterflies to your stomach. In contrast to the constant teasing between you two his praise made you feel like jelly.

Catching your breath again your eyes raked over his figure, water running down his chest with his wet stands hanging low in his face, a side of him you only dared dreaming of.

Drinking in the site your eyes began to wander downwards, beginning to sink to your knees with your hands trailing along his hip, steadying yourself with your hand against his prominent v-line. Eager to please you glance up at him, shooting him another innocent look.

A low groan left his lips as his hand tangled itself in your hair, guiding your already hungrily parted lips to his cock. In a slow fashion you proceeded to run your tongue over his head, getting to finally taste his cock earning a low moan. The bass in his voice going straight to your core. Swirling your tongue around his tip you teased him a bit.

Before you knew it, Marc uses the hand he has on your head to push his length inside your mouth fully, his patience for having you growing thin. A bit caught off guard you moan against him and push your thighs together in response to which the Spaniard threw back his head, one hand covering his face in pleasure.

You began bobbing your head in a steady manner, getting off of the pleasure you gave him. Much to your surprise you felt his grip on your hair loosen as you felt a cool sensation on your head. You stopped mid stroke, mouth still full of him, and glanced up, humming in question against him.

“I thought you came here to shower?” There it was again, that grin of his, as he held a bottle of shampoo in his hand. You chuckled lightly against his cock and resumed pleasuring him, feeling him wash your still somewhat campaign covered hair for you.

Although he began roughly thrusting his hips against you, essentially facefucking you, his hands on your head were very tender, holding you still while washing your head. You could feel him twitch in your mouth, guessing his climax must be close just as he pulled out and quickly moved you up to your feet, once again pushing you against the wall, his chest flush against yours.

His lips hungrily crash into yours as he takes ahold of your thigh and rested it against his waist, keeping your leg in a tight grip as he carefully slid his length into you. Resting your head on his shoulder, you bit down harshly in pleasure, hoping to be able to suppress your loud moans of his name.

“I want to hear your beautiful moans, mi amor” The sound of his voice alone drove you crazy. Marc kept a steady pace, his stamina as an athlete really coming in clutch.

“Estás haciendo tan buena para mi” (You are doing so good for me) You didn’t really know any spanish but something about him talking to you like that. “córrete para mí, princesa” (cum for me princess), Marc huskily growled, thrusting deeper as he rose your one leg a bit higher, bottoming out inside you.

Having no idea what he just said to you, you were in a haze, drunk on his body and the power he held over you, you didn’t care, his voice doing things to you he’d never imagined. As Marc's hand moved from next to your head to your throat you couldn’t hold yourself anymore. “Good girl, y/n” Repeatedly moaning his name as you clenched around him you came again, him still hitting that spot repeatedly as you rode out your orgasm, seeing stars.

Having you clench around him and whimper your name like that had him tip over the edge as well, cumming still buried inside you.

Both of you still out of breath and you slightly dizzy from everything that just happened found yourselves in a passionate, but his time more loving kiss. “You have no idea how long I've wanted this, wanted you…” You confessed, voice barely above a whisper against Marc's lips. “Mi amor, I’ve wanted you since I first laid eyes upon you.”

You shared a tender make out while washing each other with Marc's shower gel, leaving you smelling almost exactly like him and actually getting cleaned up like you originally planned before all this happened.

After grabbing some of Marc’s clothes, as you kind of forgot taking anything with you as you rushed over to his trailer in a panic you went to get some stuff from your trailer and gotten back to Marc to spend the night.

In the morning there was a small surprise waiting for the two of you. Originally just wanting to check your schedule for the day you saw your phone filled with messages, opening the you had gotten from your media manager first - in it was an article roughly stating what happened yesterday, as in some sneaky paparazzi shots of you standing in front of Marcs trailer in just a towel, him pulling you in dressed in about as little clothing and some of you, covered in hickeys wearing his clothes leaving his motorhome.

A/N: Second one since idk how long, kinda bad but idc. Hope you guys still like it :) Might make a second part, idk maybe fluff or angst idk - lmk if you’d like that

leave some feedback or ideas you have and enjoy

Also Marc is my fav so yeah 🥵

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marquez-junky8920 · 2 years

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Marc Marquez Smut Series

Chapter 3 - Divine Awakening

Summary - Who were you to deny being woken up by Marc between your legs under the covers...

Word Count - 2.05k

Weeks and weeks had gone by with you and Marc not catching a single break in between. There was always an event to attend, an interview to do, an appearance to make, or a race to go to. Finally, for the first time in almost 2 months, you were back home together and able to get some relaxation and quality time together. No one around - no cameras, no microphones, no fans - just you and him.

The sheets and blanket on the bed in your shared home were your absolute favorite. You both agreed on buying the fluffiest blanket you'd both ever seen and it paid off. Your pillows felt like clouds and your favorite part about being home? Snuggling with your man in peace and not having a time crunch to worry about. You could do whatever you wanted and not have to ask anyone about a schedule for the entire week.

Currently, you had your back to Marc and his arm was wrapped securely around your waist. You were curled into a fetal position and his face was nuzzled in his favorite spot on your neck. You were passed out from exhaustion, but Marc had gotten enough rest. He knew all of the travel made your sleep schedule a little weird and that you couldn't sleep on the plane or in the car like he could, so he let you sleep. That's what years of flying around the world will do to you... It gets you real comfortable with falling asleep anywhere when you get the chance.

He was awake but had his eyes still closed as he mindlessly took his arm from around your front and rubbed it slowly up and down your side, resting it on your hip gently. He placed his lips against your shoulder and kissed around it for a moment before getting an idea. Why not give you a nice welcome home/wake up surprise? Moving as slow as he could to not wake you, he lowered himself underneath the covers and was able to roll you on your back without you waking up. He set your thighs on his shoulders and gave your clit a feather light kiss to see if he got a reaction out of you. Nothing... He decided to escalate his efforts.

Jolting out of your sleep, you felt a wonderful sensation between your legs and looked down to see the shape of Marc's head under the covers. You let your head hit the pillows underneath you as he sucked harshly on your clit now that he knew you were awake. You jerked the covers back to reveal him glaring up at you with his hands splayed across your lower stomach, arms holding your hips to the bed. You arched your back against his hold, but he remained steadfast in his pace and grip on you. A mixture of soft and louder moans fell from your lips when he entered his fingers inside of you. He didn't curl them at first, just slowly dragging them in and out of you. He released your clit from his mouth and gave it a few kitten licks before sucking it between his lips again and curling his fingers relentlessly.

'Fuck!' you moaned loudly, gripping the sheets beneath you before your hands quickly went to his hair and pulled. He always loved it when your hands were in his hair, but especially when his head was between your legs. He groaned when you pulled his hair but, again, kept up the relentless pace of his tongue. In the mornings, you were always more sensitive so it didn't take long for your release to come crashing down on you like a freight train. With your thighs still shaking from the aftermath, Marc kissed his way up your torso and stopped at your lips to smile for a moment. His eyes flicked over your face a few times and he couldn't help himself with the smile that wouldn't leave his face.

'Good morning beautiful.' he spoke finally, his deep and husky morning voice going straight to your core as it always did. Still slightly out of breath, you smiled in a daze up at him.

'Good morning handsome. What a nice wakeup call.' you giggled, draping your arms over his bare shoulders and kissing his lips. He chuckled and ran him thumb along your cheek.

'Mm... I'm not done with you yet.' he smirked, reaching further down and teasing your entrance with his tip. Your hips jerked slightly in overstimulation, but you quickly relaxed into him when he ever so slowly pushed himself inside you. Sighs fell from both of your lips as you felt your most intimate parts connect in the best way possible. Nothing could beat this... When Marc wanted morning sex, it wasn't sex. It was making love. Slow, sensual, close, and he became incredibly loving.

His arms caged you between him and the bed while his thighs nudged your legs a little further open. He started to thrust slowly, but very deep and it seemed that he reached depths that he'd never gone to before. Small, almost innocent gasps fell from your lips each time he would thrust particularly deep. His lips traced down to your neck and lazily mouthed at the skin there, a content smile on your face in response as your nails raked lightly down his back.

Everything about this was pure love, adoration, and romance. From the way he was holding your body like you were made of glass to the way his lips lazily dragged against your neck and chest - everything about this man right now made you want to fall in love with him all over again.

'I love y-you Marc.' you moaned sensually in his ear, your words slightly choppy due to your body's response to his devastatingly deep and accurate thrusts. He groaned lightly and nipped at the skin on your shoulder before pulling his face to be level with yours.

'I love you too princess.' he kissed your lips and then pushed himself up to lean back on his knees. His strong hands grabbed at the backs of your knees and spread your legs just that much further to make you feel the delicious stretch it provided. It also provided you with a new angle that he took full advantage of. Your hips were tilted slightly upward, so as he would thrust, you felt like you could feel him in your stomach. That was enough to have your thighs shaking again already and have your moans get that much louder. Marc certainly didn't mind though.

'Ahh fuck! Oh god that feels so good!' you whined, opening your eyes to look at the wonderful specimen kneeling between your legs. This was really the first time you'd gotten a good look at him this morning and by the looks of it, he was ready to fall apart as well. But even as close to his orgasm as he was, his thrusts were still enough to make you want to pull your hair out.

As he continued between your legs, you took a moment to admire him silently. Or not so silently since you couldn't help the moans falling from you when he changed your position to be with your knees bent up to your front with your legs still spread. Your eyes scanned him from his fluffy, disheveled morning hair down to his plump lips that were so fun to kiss... You continued to cast your eyes downward to his abs that were flexing in time with his thrusts and you couldn't help but reach out to touch them. You raked your nails lightly against them and he tossed his head back in a deep moan at the sensation.

You didn't neglect to admire the other side of him though. The damaged and broken side. Marc has been through a lot of struggle in this life, especially in the last two years. Countless times he has been knocked down, beaten up, bruised, and kicked around but he defies all odds and returns when no one expects it. He is the personification of defiance, bravery, passion and incredible determination. He will stand up and fight as long as he has breath, but that doesn't come without some scars. You looked at his hands wrapped around the backs of your knees and admired the small scars there from the many times he had slid through gravel, or even dirt while he's training at the dirt track. Slowly traveling up his arm, your eyes caught sight of the scar on his shoulder from when he had surgery to fix the dislocation from the JapaneseGP. And lastly, your eyes fell to the scar on his upper arm from his Jerez crash in 2020. The career threatening injury that brought crushing amounts of doubt, sadness, and anxiety to a man that has hardly ever felt any of those things. Marc lost his way when that injury happened, but you were there to guide him through the darkest times. You were there when he would wake up in the middle of the night in excruciating pain. You were there when he would need a shoulder to cry on. This man does not cry. He cried more in the time he was off the track than he had in his entire life. He would get frustrated in physical therapy sometimes and you were there to help him through the emotions. You were there through it all...

Taking your finger and lightly tracing it on that scar, your eyes finally met his and he leaned back over you, cradling your face with his hand. Without a word, he claimed your lips with his in a searing kiss that would make any woman weak. His hips began to stutter and he released your lips from his in a gasp, thrusting one last time before he came undone inside of you. His fingers rubbed rapidly at your clit and your body convulsed lightly as you reached cloud nine with him. He collapsed on top of you and kissed at your neck lightly while your legs still rested against his hips.

'You have no idea what you mean to me.' he whispered ever so lightly. He pulled his face from your neck and a content smile graced his tan face.

'I could say the same to you. Even though you give me heart attacks weekly with your job, I still love you all the same.' you giggled, running your thumb on his cheek as he broke into a full smile.

'Well given that this was your first experience with racing,' he said, looking down at the biggest scar on his arm, 'I'd say you have a right to feel that way.'

'That was terrible timing, you know.' you joked, referring to his Jerez crash. You'd only been dating him for about 2 weeks at that point and that race was the first one you'd been to with him.

'Hey, I had to knight you into the MotoGP world somehow. Why not do it in spectacular fashion?' he laughed.

'Gosh I feel so loved... You're willing to snap bones for me because you love me so much.'

'Of course. I'm thinking a finger is next. Haven't figured out which one yet.' he looked at his hand while laughing and you compared your hands to his. Even though you were just about eye level with him in height, his hands were so much bigger than yours.

'How are you hands so damn big?' you giggled when he bent his fingers and his first knuckle on every finger covered yours completely.

'Because that's how it should be. How weird would it be if you had hands as big as mine?'

'Oh come one, you don't want big, burly man hands touching you?' you giggled, biting at your lip as your hands traced down his sides.

'No thank you. I like your hands the way they are.' he kissed your lips.

'Mm... And what way is that?'

'Delicate, soft, and small so they make my dick look bigger.' he said, watching you tilt your head back against the pillow in a belly laugh.

'You are unbelievable!' you laughed, kissing his lips again before enjoying your quiet morning alone with him.

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lxndonorris · 3 years

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mala mia - Marc Marquez

Y/N x Marc Marquez Theme: Smutish, Touching, Dancing, Teasing (not too explicit) dancing at home with Marc x word count: 1010+

It’s a bright and sunny Saturday morning, and you decided to spontaneously visit your boyfriend Marc. You met him a few months prior, while out clubbing through town with your group of friends. Once you saw him for the first time, you had no idea who he was, but you were sure that there is something special about this young man, and it seemed like he felt the same. He invited all of you to join him and his friends at his table, and you danced through the night together.

He told you that you can visit him at any day, any time, just to make sure that there is no race scheduled. Marc gave you a key to his apartment last week after you officially started dating, and you felt like seeing him today, and hopefully, he’d appreciate it as well. Now, you’re walking up to the door, his very beautiful sportscar and bike standing in front of his gorgeous house. The closer you get, however, the more you hear music playing inside the house. There is no way he isn’t at home with music blasting out of the speakers somewhere, so you open the door carefully, and follow the sound of Maluma’s ‘Shhh (Calla’)’ through the hallway.

Before you turn into the living room, you peek around the corner and spot Marc, standing in front of a huge mirror, wearing white shorts and socks, nothing else, while he runs his hands through his hair, obviously getting ready for the day. Just then, he starts moving his hips rhythmically to the music, his whole body completely in sync with the steady beat, and he even follows the lyrics, quietly singing along. Giggling under your breath, you put your bag down, and lean against the wooden doorframe when he loses himself in the music.

Marc then, however, turns around and sees you standing there. At first, he blushes heavily, but a huge smile forms on his lips as he raises an eyebrow, reaching for your hand, basically inviting you to dance with him. Smirking, you walk towards him, take his hand and he instantly takes the lead. He grabs your waist with both of his hands, pulling you closer towards him, so your chest is just inches away from his. To steady yourself, you press both of your hands against his firm chest, feeling his muscles tense as soon as your skin touches his.

“Hey.” He smirks, as he starts to dance slowly, making it easy for you to follow his rhythm. “Hi.” You smile shyly and run your hands down his chest, to his waist. “What are you doing here?” Marc says, licking his lips quickly. “I wanted to see you. Hope that’s okay.” You say slowly, tilting your head slightly, causing him to look at you, his eyes narrowing. “Of course.” He says quickly, mirroring your head movements. “If I had known you’d come, I would have dressed for the occasion,” Marc growls, and the two of you look down at him, in his short shorts and socks, obviously not expecting any visitors right now.

“Oh, I don’t mind that.” You grin, and stroke his treasure trail gently, knowing very well that he enjoys that very much. “I don’t mind that at all.” Smirking, your eyes meet his burning gaze once more, as the two of you stop dancing for a second, just looking at each other. “I’m happy you are here.” He finally says, his voice rough and husky, and his eyes are shining brightly. “I am too.” You breathe deeply, leaning into him, kissing him lovingly. Marc immediately embraces your lips on his, and his hands move around your back, wrapping you in a warm, tight hug.

You do the same, and when you separate from him, you bury your face inside his shoulder. “You’re looking as pretty as always.” He whispers softly right into your ear, the sound of his voice sending shivers down your spine. Tilting your head again, you kiss his neck a couple of times. “Thank you.” You giggle quietly, and he lets go of you, his hands running back to your waist, securely holding you in front of him. “I love seeing you dance, though.” Smirking playfully again, you touch his neck, stroking him lovingly.

“Is that so?” He growls again, his hands now on your ass, his fingers sliding into the back pockets of your jeans. Nodding approvingly, you can feel him touching you firmly. “Why stop then?” Marc grunts deeply and turns up the volume with his phone. Together, you start dancing again, easily finding each other’s pace and rhythm. Smiling, laughing, and giggling, you dance with each other, with both of you getting closer and closer until you're inseparable. Marc’s expression shifts quickly, into a more serious one, his gaze wandering down your body, to your breasts, which he starts touching now, and it feels so good.

You return the favor, of course, and stroke his chest again, his pecs, his hard nipples down to his treasure trail, even further down to his crotch, where you can feel the excitement dancing with you causes him. Biting your lower lip, you trace the outlines of his obviously swelling with one of your fingers, barely brushing over his dick, tenting inside his trousers. “What a way to start into the day.” Marc groans, and kisses you again, this time, passionately, with his tongue exploring every corner of your mouth.

Just now, you notice his lovely scent, invading your mind, while he keeps on touching you firmly. But then, he stops and pulls away when something starts beeping. “Fuck.” He grunts again and runs into the kitchen. “Marc?” You follow him quickly, and catch him, saving his breakfast. He prepared an omelet, with champignons, bacon, and a light salad already on the kitchen table. “Nearly forgot about those.” He giggles nervously, and looks at you, a huge grin on his face. “Breakfast?” Shaking your head in disbelief you frown. “You’re one of a kind.” You say and walk towards him, kissing him gently before you have breakfast.

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fabiochampioraro · 4 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: MotoGP RPF, Motorcycling RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Luca Marini/Alex Marquez Characters: Luca Marini, Alex Marquez, a brief mention of Vale and Marc Additional Tags: i'm not too sure about this, Smut, Making Love, Fluff and Smut, Established Relationship, Cute boys in love, Anal Sex, True Love, How Do I Tag Summary:

But today they, they have a day off and they finally reunited after months of Skype dates and text, two things which almost never coincide. It’s like the universe telling Luca and Alex to have at it. Alex was never one to ignore signs.

or NSFW Luca and Alex making love. And that's all.

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I feel like we need a Marc series exploring all the endless possibilities of fucking. Like imagine an angry Marc post race that doesn’t go all too well and all he wants to do is fuck you to oblivion? Oh wait, what about a pre race quickie in his trailer, where he has to shove your panties to your mouth to shut you up? What about soft Marc right after waking up, talking to you in his sexy raspy voice? A messy blow job where he can’t help but fuck your mouth while holding your head when you decide to please him after he reaches level 9? Or him eating you out and fucking you with his tongue and fingers until you squirt for him? Honestly endless possibilities 😝

Alright lovelies... You asked, I delivered as promised. Enjoy, my little horndogs. 😏👀

Marc Marquez ✨Smut Series✨

Chapter 1 - Oblivion

Chapter 2 - Quiet

Chapter 3 - Divine Awakening

Chapter 4 - Celebratory Blowie

Chapter 5 - Dessert

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Marc Marquez Smut Series

Chapter 5 - Dessert

Summary - Marc decides he wants you for dessert...

Word Count - 2.2k

'When does your flight leave?' you asked Marc over you video chat call. He was currently sitting at the airport in France on his way home from a race weekend. Unfortunately, you couldn't take anymore time off from your job so you were unable to make it with him to Le Mans this year.

'I think boarding starts in about 20 minutes.' he said, looking around at all the people crowding the airport. He wore his mask and a baseball hat, so no one really recognized him and that's how he wanted it to stay.

'I miss you.' you pouted, watching his eyes crinkle at the sides as he smiled at you.

'I miss you too princess. I can't wait to give you a hug and kiss you and spend time with you. A week feels entirely too long to be away from you.'

'I know. Feels like it's been years.' you groaned and picked at the threads on your shirt. 'Alright, I'll let you go. I know boarding is chaotic every time. I will see you when you get home, my love.'

'Okay babe. I'll see you in a few hours.'

'Have a safe flight and I love you so so much.'

'I love you too.' he waved before hanging up and boarding his flight.

To pass the time, you decided to clean the house as much as you could to make everything look nice and put together for your man to come home after a hectic race weekend. After finishing up with that a few hours later, you started on dinner for him so that he could just eat dinner with you and go to sleep. The jetlag was a very real thing for him sometimes and he had mentioned it several times to you while he was in France.

Finally finishing cooking dinner, you checked your phone and saw an update from Marc that he was about 10 minutes away from the house. You had to convince yourself to hold in a squeal before you replied to him how excited you were. It had been a long time since you'd been apart from each other and you couldn't wait to be in his presence again.

You had just finished making his plate when you heard a car door shut outside. You ran over to the front window and saw him walking up to the front door but you beat him to it. Opening the front door, you ran to him and jumped into a hug with him and he groaned in relief when he finally held you again.

'How's my baby?' he asked into your hair as you continued to hug him.

'I'm good. I missed you so much.' you sighed, kissing his lips for the first time in what felt like centuries. He pecked your lips several times before setting you down onto the ground with an arm still around your waist.

'Can I carry anything?' you asked, looking at his bags to see if he needed help.

'No, I got it. C'mon. Let's go inside.' he said, walking back into the house with his hand at your lower back. As soon as he walked into the house, he took a deep breath and sighed heavily.

'It smells delicious in here. What did you make?' he asked, letting his nose lead him straight to the kitchen.

'It's a surprise because I'm just that great of a girlfriend and my man deserves a homecooked meal.' you giggled, kissing his cheek before handing him his plate.

'My god I love you...'

'I know.' you laughed, tossing him a flirty look over your shoulder while you served your own plate.

'So how was the weekend?' you asked him as you sat right next to him while you ate together in peace.

'It was good. Very tiring, but good. I feel like we made good progress with the bike this weekend.'

'That's great! How about your arm? How did it hold up?'

'Not so good. Even on the painkillers, I was still in so much pain. But I'm alright now. It's just that leaning so far down and putting that much pressure on it is testing it too much.' he said, shoveling more food into his mouth and groaning at how good it was.

'Do you want me to get your ice packs ready? They're in the freezer.' you offered.

'No, not tonight. Tomorrow I probably will ice it, but tonight I just want to spend time with you and catch up on lost time.'

'In more ways than one?' you suggested with a slight smirk playing at your lips.

'In more ways than one.' he winked and rested his hand on your thigh for the rest of dinner.

'How was your week to yourself?' he asked you with all of his attention focused on you now.

'It was alright! Work was busy, so that kept my mind off of being so lonely when I get home.' you laughed lightly. 'But the weekend sucked. I was so bored by myself that I even cleaned the shelves in the closet.'

'The ones that reach the ceiling?' he gawked.

'Yes... The ones that reach the ceiling.'

'How the hell did you even get up there? You're shorter than me and I can't reach them.' he laughed.

'There is a lot of power behind being nimble and owning a step stool honey.' you patted his shoulder and kissed his cheek before getting out of your chair to bring the dishes to the sink.

'You done?' you asked him, pointing to his plate.

'Yes, but I'll get it. Here, give me your plate.' he said, not really giving you a choice before he took the plate from your hand and brought it to the kitchen for you.

'Thank you my love.' you drew out and tilted your head to bat your eyelashes at him. He smiled a toothy smile before saying you're welcome. The two of you made quick work of cleaning the kitchen together and putting the remaining food away. Small conversation was made, but it really just felt good to be in each other's presence again.

'I love you.' he said, hands holding your waist in his grip as he back you up against the counter. He smiled against your lips before pushing his lips against yours.

'Mm... I love you too.' you said lovingly, your hand running through his soft, jet black hair as you smiled back at him.

'I'm really debating whether or not I should just skip the foreplay and get right to it or if I should do some foreplay here.' he chuckled at the snort you let out in response. 'I'm not kidding! My dick says no foreplay, but my romance side says foreplay all day long.' he laughed. You threw your head back and laughed for a moment before calming down a bit and getting closer to his lips. You were trying not to laugh as you spoke, but you made it as serious and sexy as possible.

'If I were you, I'd listen to your dick. I haven't been touched in a week and there are parts of me aching that I didn't know could ache.'

'Alright then.' he said, picking you up and setting you on the counter behind you. He stripped you of your shirt and shorts, pleasantly surprised that you weren't wearing panties or a bra.

'Were you expecting to get laid tonight?' he cocked his eyebrow at you before kissing at your neck as you giggled.

'I will never underestimate a horny Spaniard coming back after a week of not being home. Of course I expected to get laid.' you joked, laughing when he rested his head on your shoulder and laughed with you.

'That is a very fair point, missy.' he said, not wasting time at all before he leaned your back against the counter and raised your hips to his lips. In this position, he quite literally held all of the control with his arms around your thighs and his hands splayed against your lower stomach. It also made it easier for him so that he didn't have to bend over, he could have his fun with you while standing up.

'I think it's time for dessert now, don't you?' he breathed out, placing wet kisses along your inner thighs and feeling his ear perk up at the sound of your soft moans.

'Shit! I didn't make dessert.' you groaned to yourself. 'I'm sorry.'

'No need to be sorry. What's sitting in front of me looks far more delicious than anything you could've made.' he said lowly before spreading you open with his fingers and dipping his tongue along your slit. You gasped and held the edge of the counter for support before you felt his fingers tease at your entrance. When Marc was in a giving mood, you didn't have to ask or beg him to do anything. Thank god this was one of those moods...

2 of his fingers entered inside you and slowly moved in and out before he paused for just one moment. His tongue dragged it's way from your filled entrance to your clit and his lips wrapped around your clit before he began sucking harshly. As soon as the attention was paid to your clit, you felt his fingers curl inside of you repeatedly and you couldn't help the curses and moans that fell freely and uncontrollably from your mouth.

'Ahhh fuck! N-not so hard. I-I don't want to cum yet.' you hurried out, already feeling your orgasm bubble in your stomach. He chuckled against you before pulling away to speak.

'But if you cum now, I can make you cum again and again and agaaaain...' he drug out, lapping at your clit again and curling his fingers. You leaned your head back and squealed when his teeth grazed your sensitive skin ever so lightly, the sensation only pushing you that much closer to your release.

'Fuck I'm gonna cum!' you moaned, your hand slapping against the counter before reaching up to grip at his hair. You released against his fingers, his tongue lapping eagerly at your sex to lick up every last drop. In your post orgasm haze, you felt him kiss up your body and to your breasts, his mouth paying some much needed attention to your already hardened nipples.

'Oh god...' you sighed out, resting your hand on the back of his head and playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. He spent a few more moments on your chest before he slowly and tauntingly kissed his way back down to your sex, chuckling darkly at the needy whine that fell from your lips.

'M-marc I can't, ah!' your hips jerked in overstimulation when his mouth latched onto your clit again.

'Yes you can. You're a good girl, I know you can handle it.' he winked before resuming his work on you. This time, there were no fingers involved - just his lips and unbelievably skilled tongue. To your overstimulated core, it felt like he was re-writing the English language and spelling out the alphabet over and over again. His tongue flicked back and forth, side to side, and circled around your clit teasingly before latching on again and sucking while still flicking his tongue against you. At this point, your ears were ringing so loud, your muscles were so tired from being so tense, and your brain was firing on all cylinders over and over again. Your nerve endings were on fire and it felt like his tongue was running over each one of them with each swipe to your clit.

'A-ah I'm gonna cum again! Oh fuck!' you squealed, trying to get away from the intense pleasure you were feeling. His arms were quick to lock against your hips as he held you closer to him now, his face burying deeper between your thighs and his tongue flicking faster and faster. Your moans were beyond loud now - you guessed that the neighbors could hear you at this point.

'Oh god, I-' you rambled, feeling your thighs shake and liquid spill from you in a flood. His fingers seemed to quickly catch on to what was happening and entered inside you, curling immediately to draw more of your juices out. He set your hips back down on the counter and just used his fingers relentlessly on you as you continued to squirt on his hand.

'Good girl.' he drew out, kissing your lips as his actions slowed down and his hand now caressed your inner thigh that was shaking uncontrollably. 'You alright?' he asked, chuckling in your ear.

'Yeah, I'm great...' you sighed, turning your head to offer him a toothy grin on your fucked out face. 'My legs are shaking and I can't walk, I'm fucking amazing.' you giggled, kissing his lips and dipping your tongue quickly into his mouth before teasing him and turning away.

'Look at me.' he said in a low voice, a familiar twinge happening between your legs. You resisted the urge to listen to him and giggled when you heard shuffling in front of you. You squealed when you felt him lift you off the counter and over his shoulder, a slap landing on your ass.

'Now you're just asking for me to fuck you senseless.' he warned, carrying you to the bedroom.

'You certainly won't hear complaining from me.'

'Oh I will when I keep fucking you and you beg me to stop.' he said, tossing you on the bed before getting to work.

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Marc Marquez Smut Series

Chapter 2 - Quiet

Summary - In which Marc decides to take advantage of you in his bus before a race

Word Count - 1.3k

You were startled from your sleep at the sound of Marc's alarm screeching through the room. You groaned and put your head under your pillow to try and drown out the noise.

'Could you have picked a more annoying alarm?'

'It was the loudest one to wake my ass up since I like to sleep in so much.' he said in his husky morning voice.

'Mm... 5 more minutes.'

'Okay.' he said quickly, not needing any persuasion whatsoever to spend 5 more minutes in bed with you.

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Apparently, 5 minutes translates to 2 hours when you're exhausted and jet lagged. Opening your eyes, you saw that it was now light outside and gasped before looking at the time on your phone.

6:45am

'Marc, wake up! You're going to be late!' you tapped his arm wrapped around your waist and he startled awake.

'What time is it?'

'It's 6:45. The press conference starts at 7:45.' you rushed out, getting out of bed and getting dressed as he did the same. You made him a quick cup of coffee as he hopped in the shower and made himself somewhat presentable. Something must have happened in that shower because when he walked into the kitchen and saw you making him coffee, he snuck up behind you and began kissing at your neck. You tiltef your head back against his shoulder and smiled, fingers reaching up to run through his soft hair.

'Baaaabe, you don't have time for any distractions.' you warned, trying to focus on making his coffee while his hands had a mind of their own.

'You're right, I don't have time for it. But you are too big of a distraction to ignore, which is why this seems a perfect time for me to take advantage of said distraction.' he said lowly, still dragging his lips along the column of your neck while his hands felt underneath your shirt. You glanced at the time on the wall and turned in his hold to look at him.

'You have 10 minutes. You better get busy.'

He didn't need to be told twice. Pushing you back against the wall, he hastily removed your shirt and underwear before his pink lips came to torture your chest. His mouth wrapped around your nipple and pulled the skin taut, enjoying the way your body was reacting to his touch. Breathy moans left your lips as you lifted your leg to rest on his hip. His hand came to brush over the round of your ass before feeling the underside of your thigh to keep it on him, a groan leaving his lips when he felt you push your sex against him.

'10 minutes.' you reminded him, his focus being taken off of your chest as he smirked at you.

'Promise to be quiet? There's a lot of people out there now who can hear you.' he chuckled, mouthing at your neck once more as you giggled in response.

'No promises, but I'll do my best.'

'Good girl.' he growled, nipping at your neck before stripping himself of his clothes to reveal his long, leaking sex. Every time you saw this man naked, it was like the first time all over again. Your heart rate pounded uncontrollably, your knees felt weak, and you felt a repetitive throbbing between your legs. Without fail, Marc could make you beg for him with just one stare.

His arms caged you between him and the wall before he dropped them and picked you up on his hold. Your legs wound around his waist and your arms rested on his shoulders for support while he kissed you fiercly. His tongue battled yours for dominance for a few short moments before he lowered you down onto his cock. You gasped against his lips as his mouth opened in a silent moan, the feeling of being close to each other never getting old. Your eyes peeked up at the clock and you smiled to yourself before looking back at him challengingly.

'Now you have 5 minutes. You sure you can handle this, old man?' you joked and laughed at the playful glare he shot you.

'I'm only 3 years older than you and I can fuck you just fine, thank you very much.' he sassed, slamming his hips up into you to emphasize his point. He repeated that action over and over again, watching in victory as your eyes rolled back into your head that was resting back against the wall.

'Fuck!' you moaned loudly before his finger came to rest at your lips.

'I told you to be quiet.' he said lowly in warning, a twinge of excitement going through your veins at his intense stare.

'It feels so fucking good! Please Marc... Please.' you whined out. His next actions went by so fast that you felt dizzy. He set you back on your feet and picked up your panties from the floor and stuffed them in your mouth. He picked you up quickly and slammed himself back into you and groaning again at being nestled inside you.

'That'll take care of you being loud, yeah?' he smirked, picking up his pace and ramming into you against the wall in his bus. Your breasts were bouncing before his large, calloused hand came to grip harshly at the supple flesh. You knew better than to take the lace fabric from your mouth because disobeying Marc in the heat of the moment meant that you were in for quite the punishment. Your nails raked at his arms and his chest as his hips continued to slam against you, skin slapping echoing all throughout the trailer. Your moans got progressively louder and his hand came to your throat and squeezed lightly, a groan falling from his lips when you clenched around him.

'You gonna cum, huh? Gonna be a good girl for me and cum?' he taunted, biting the skin at your collarbone and making your insides twinge even further. You nodded your head as best you could with his fingers right below your jaw and you watched as a panty dropping smirk painted his face.

'You look so fucking beautiful.' he groaned, rubbing your clit and chuckling at the way your thighs shook around his waist. He watched as your release leaked out onto his cock and slowly dripped on the floor, a deep groan falling from him in response.

'Fuck I'm gonna cum.' he gasped out, his hips stuttering before he stalled and took the skin of your neck between his teeth as he released inside of you. A small shiver rattled his body when he felt your nails scrape lightly at his back, something that always made his orgasm just a little stronger.

'Mm... God.' you sighed out, kissing his lips as he set you back on the floor and held your face in his hands briefly.

'I love you, but you need to go.' you giggled, quickly getting dressed in some jean shorts and a t-shirt as he got dressed with you. Just as you both were about to walk out the door to the press conference, you gasped and went back to the kitchen.

'Your coffee!' you smiled at him, handing him the cup and kissing his lips as he smiled at you and watched you walk out of the bus.

The press conference was well underway and you sat in the audience and watched Marc shine like he always had when the camera was on him. As someone else was being asked a question, he looked down at his cup of coffee, his finger drawing small circles on the lid as he smiled cheekily to himself. He sneakily cut his eyes up at you when the cameras weren't looking and winked at you, a deep blush dusting your cheeks. You both knew what it took to get him that cup of coffee...

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Marc Marquez Smut Series

Chapter 1 - Oblivion

Summary - Marc finds a rather different outlet for his frustrations after a bad race result

Word Count - 1.9k

17th place... In all of Marc's years on the track, he had never finished that low on the grid. Not that it was by his choosing, no. Technical issues were truly a bitch...

You watched from his bus as he came back into the garage absolutely fuming. With the cameras around, you could tell that he was keeping his cool as best he could but no one knew that when he was pissed, he clenched his jaw repeatedly to try and internalize his anger. No one knew that when he sat in his chair in his garage and gripped his hair, he was trying not to snap and yell at people who didn't deserve it. However, with this being a technical issue, you could sense that he was having let's say passionate conversations with his crew. This was just the icing on the cake for how terrible this season had gone for him.

You watched in anticipation for him to come back to you in the trailer, and finally the time came where the cameras filmed him walking out of the back of his garage before cutting off to the track officials getting the track ready for another race. You bit your lip lightly as you watched him walk through the door looking absolutely beat from this day. His head hung slightly, but you could still tell that there was a fire inside him that was nearly impossible to put out in this state of mind. You stayed quiet and let him undress himself from his leathers, watching in awe as the muscles in his back seemed to bulge out of the black muscle shirt he was wearing.

'I'm sorry today didn't go how you wanted. It wasn't your fault.' you said softly, finally touching his shoulder as he took his last boot off. You stood in front of him while he sat on the edge of the bed, his knees spread apart so you had room to be close to him. He dropped his forehead to your stomach and sighed out a heavy breath.

'Is there anything I can do for you?' you asked, running your fingers through his jet black hair. He sat silently for a brief moment before looking up at you with a slight smirk on his face. He stood up to be eye level with you and tightened his grip on your waist. He lowered his mouth to hover right above your ear and spoke in a voice that was oh so quiet yet it seemed to be rattling you to the core.

'I'm going to go shower. Be naked on the bed with your legs spread by the time I get out. Understood?' he growled out the question and a chilling shiver shook your entire body.

'Yes.' you said shakily, nodding your head and watching him walk off with nothing but a wink as he stepped into the shower.

You walked your way to the bed and stripped yourself of your clothes, only leaving on your black lace thong. You weighed the options in your head and decided to see what he would do if you just left the tiny piece of lace covering what he wanted most. You sat on the bed and let the puffy blanket surround you while you decided on which way you wanted to present yourself to him. Deciding to keep it simple, you laid parallel to the edge of the bed with your head turned towards the open bathroom door, ass just slightly angled up for his viewing pleasure.

As you laid there anxiously awaiting your dashing boyfriend to get out of the shower, you allowed your thoughts to run free for the moment. You thought to yourself how amazing he was as a person, a man, a boyfriend, a brother, a son, and, your personal favorite, a lover. Marc was exceptional in bed. From the way he rolled his hips all the way down to how he would drag his dangerous tongue along your skin in the heat of the moment - no one could ever come close to how wonderful of a lover he was. You envisioned his fingers running along your sides, his deep, husky voice in your ear speaking the filthiest words that would seem to make a sailor blush, and his smirk... Damn that shit eating smirk he wore when he had you right where he wanted you. It made you want to claw and scream at him but your senses overpowered you every time with the urge to moan and whimper under his hold.

The shower turned off, and you felt a twinge of excitement course through your veins. The soft but ever so familiar smell of his body wash filled your senses with a feeling of arousal. Normally, it would be a comforting smell but not today. Today, it was pure lust. Want, greed, and pure, unadulterated lust. Just as you were about to ask him how much longer, he turned the corner of the bathroom with the towel around his waist and water droplets still trickling down his front. His jet black hair was disheveled, his lips parted in a slight pant from the warmth of the shower, and his eyes already attacking his prey that he had in his sight - you.

'I said completely naked.' he pointed out, nodding his head to the lace covering your hip.

'I figured I'd make it interesting for you baby.'

'Normally I would love it.' he started, stalking his way towards you before taking a handful of your ass. 'But you're testing my patience, my love.' he bent down to growl in your ear, shuffling you to be on your hands and knees at the edge of the bed. His rough, calloused hand ran down the length of your back to the round of your ass again and tugged the lace down to reveal your soaking center to him. He pondered for a short moment on what to do first, but his instincts quickly took over and he lost all patience and control. He took a firm hold of the black lace you still wore and yanked harshly, the sound and feel of the fabric ripping off of you causing you to gasp and smirk to yourself. You heard his towel drop to the floor behind you before your hips jerked slightly at the feeling of his hard sex rubbing through your folds.

'Fuck me Marc...' you sighed out, your desire for him blatantly obvious in your tone.

'I intend on doing just that princess.' he seethed out before slamming himself into you, the force causing you to jolt forward. You became vaguely aware of his touch snaking up your back before you were snapped back to reality as he took a handful of your hair and pulled. Groans of pleasure fell from your lips and you weren't even sure what noises were yours and what noises were his at this point. He clearly had a point to make and god was he making it. Still using your hair as leverage to pull you back against him, you felt several sharp stings against your ass before you registered that he was spanking you. His pace was so quick that you felt like everything else was moving in slow motion. Your senses became numb, your vision blurred, and your muscles already ached all the while he had just gotten started.

'You feel so good.' he hissed out, holding your hair with both hands now and increased the power behind his thrust. Not the speed, the power. Just when you thought he couldn't get deeper, he was right there to prove you wrong. A long, loud, careless moan fell from your lips at the new depth he was reaching and he smirked proudly to himself at your reaction. He pulled you back against his chest, his hips not letting up their speed in the process. You were completely at his will. Your hands and arms were free, but they were much help because they felt like they had bricks tied to them. Even if you wanted to fight against him, you couldn't. You both knew that he was stronger than you and had entirely more muscle mass than you.

Regardless of your hands and arms feeling weighted, your focus now turned to his mouth that was currently assaulting your neck in the best way possible. His tongue knew exactly where to go and he bit down on your sweet spot causing a pleasured squeal to fall from you. He let out an animalistic groan and bit lightly again at your shoulder while he took a rough hold on your breast, tweaking the hardened bud between his fingers.

'Oh god... Marc please I-'

'It's alright. I got you.' he sighed in your ear, increasing his pace and snaking his fingers between your legs to rub at your sensitive clit. You body went rigid against him immediately and your hips undulated as they seemed to have a mind of their own. Your ears were ringing with a pitch that almost made you go crazy, but Marc's deep, boisterous groans ripped through the high pitch noise as he let you fall forward onto the mattress while his hands gripped your hips harshly. He made steady, slow, and deep strokes as he emptied himself inside of you with groans that you'd always loved to hear from him. Small whines fell from you as he shot his release into you, sighing when he stayed hovered on top of you and placed sweet, loving kisses up your spine to the back of your neck.

'I love you babygirl.' he breathed out, placing a sloppy but passionate kiss on your lips. He pulled himself out of you and watched you kiss his lips one final time before getting up and going to take a shower yourself. As you walked to the bathroom, you could feel his release dripping down your legs. That was almost enough to make you go for round 2, but you chose against it when you felt the warm water of the shower caress your skin.

Stepping out and drying your hair quickly, you felt a pair of brown eyes on you and looked out of the bathroom door to see Marc staring at you from his spot on the bed.

'Is there something I can help you with, Mr. Marquez?' you flirted, watching his eyes rake over you.

'I could think of a couple things.' he chuckled, shooting a wink your way. 'But I think holding my woman and sleep will suffice for now.'

'We can make that happen.' you smiled, hanging up your towel and sliding underneath the covers with him. A comfortable silence fell over you both before you spoke. His eyes were closed, but you knew he hadn't fallen asleep yet.

'Hey babe?'

'Hm?'

'I know you're not happy, but I'm proud of you for today. You gave your all with what you had, and no one can ask anymore of you than that. Even when you're not at your best, you're still the best thing that's ever happened to me. I will always be proud of you.' you said in a soft voice, watching his lips form a smile as he kept his eyes closed.

'Thank you, amore. That means the world to me.' he kissed your lips a few times. 'I love you.'

'I love you too.'

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