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fourmula1 · 10 months

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summer of cum day 16: cum slut

omega daniel/alpha max. 792 words. for @thewindowatkirkland.

Daniel’s used to being the object of many alphas’ desires.

He’s used to alphas wanting a piece of him. Wanting to fuck him. To knot him. To have him, if even just for a night.

He’s been pretty okay with that. He’s been pretty single and free to do what and who he pleases. He’s had the pleasure of being with all kinds of alphas and it’s all gone pretty good for him.

What he’s not quite used to, however, is the way Max is so obsessed with him.

There’s a difference in alphas wanting to fuck him, and whatever the fuck Max is doing.

Max got a taste and hasn’t stopped coming back for more. Hasn’t stopped trying to make Daniel come over and over until he can’t anymore. He hasn’t stopped burying his face in Daniel’s ass and getting his face all messy and wet with Daniel’s slick, lapping at him and hardly coming up for air.

Hasn’t stopped sucking his dick which is something Daniel is definitely not used to. He’s been with alphas who really believed it was beneath them and omegas’ dicks weren’t the focal point.

Not Max.

Max has made Daniel come with his mouth more times than Daniel can count, has swallowed every last drop, licked at his tip for more. A little more. “Just a little more, Daniel, please.”

Max has wrung Daniel the fuck out and he’s still after more. Always more.

Daniel knows if they were together right now Max would probably spread him out on the bed and make him come in Max’s mouth a few times before fucking him. Daniel’s not used to that.

Not used to the things Max says about how he tastes so good, how Max wants him, wants more, wants to taste him again and again.

Not used to the texts.

‘wish i could taste you right now’

‘want you in my mouth again’

‘cant wait to suck your dick’

He’s not complaining. In fact, he’s never had a more satisfying sexual relationship and he’s regretting coming to LA for his time off because Max won’t stop texting him obscenities and Daniel has to lower the brightness on his phone lest anyone catch a glimpse and Daniel be mortified at it all.

Thankfully tonight he’s at home, alone in his bed, reading the messages Max is sending to him and unable to help but to indulge himself in stripping out of his clothes and getting a hand around himself.

He could call Max, Facetime him even, but there’s something so much hotter about the neediness, the desperation, in doing it this way.

‘make yourself cum and show me’ Max sends and Daniel whines as he strokes his dick, shuddering a little. Both he and alphas he’s been with have never paid this much attention to his dick before. Mostly he’d been more interested in getting fucked, getting knotted, feeling full. Max is an anomaly of an alpha who likes to make him come without anything inside of Daniel.

‘are you close? Wanna see you all messy’, Max says and Daniel bites his lip. Max is young and fucking feral and Daniel’s an omega who many would consider nearly out of his mating years. Too old, too slutty, good for a hot fuck but the few greys at his temples these days don’t really say ‘ripe, prime, ready for breeding’ and Daniel’s largely thought he’d probably never settle down and mate if it hadn’t happened at this point.

But now. Now he’s trembling in his bed, jerking off for an alpha nearly ten years his junior who can’t seem to get enough of him, and it makes him feel fucking amazing.

Daniel groans as he comes, splattering up his chest and making the mess Max asked for. He takes a photo, abs looking tight but making sure to get the curve of his waist and flare of his hips in the shot. He’s. He’s mating material. He is. And Max. Maybe Max thinks so. Maybe. Maybe he thinks so, as much as he thinks about sucking Daniel’s dick.

Daniel sends the photo through to Max and nearly immediately sees the little typing bubble pop up.

‘want to lick you clean so bad. come back soon please. i need you.’

Daniel gasps through another little mini orgasm, dick blurting out a little more come, all slick between his legs and whining at how empty he is.

Daniel swipes his finger through the come on his chest and snaps a photo of himself licking it off, for Max.

He can’t help but grin when the Facetime call finally comes through and he sees Max’s hand curled tight around his knot, gets to watch him come and moan Daniel’s name.

#maxiel #summerofcum2023 #omega daniel #alpha max #my ficlet

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spiderispunk · 10 months

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Day 5: Facial

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x f!reader Word Count: 840 Warnings: Smut (18+ only). Boob job. Facial. Brief come play. A/N: The best thing about writing challenges is getting to write scenarios you've never written before. This one is dedicated to @withahappyrefrain, the biggest fan of my Jake fics.

SUMMER OF CUM: DAY FIVE - FACIAL

“Fuck, darling. Don’t you look beautiful,” Jake groans.

You meet his heated gaze and he shudders. Those eyes of his are downright sinful; the black of his pupil expanded, ringed by a slim circle of emerald green. They cling to your every movement, the quirk of your lips, the flutter of your eyelids, the slide of his cock between your breasts.

He looms above you, knees on either side of your body. His hands wrap around the headboard, fingers holding onto it in a death grip. The muscles in his shoulders and stomach contract with each thrust. You find yourself distracted by watching his lithe body move. The rolling of his hips, tightening and unwinding relentlessly.

“I do?” You ask, and flick your tongue against the tip of his dick each time his hips slide forward.

A faint flush dusts his cheeks with rouge, and sweat clings to his forehead. His jaw is tight in concentration, pink lips swollen from your kisses and the rough tug of his teeth. He’s been holding back, trying to enjoy this for as long as he can, but he’s slipping.

When you’d said yes to trying something new you had no idea it would have this effect on Jake. It was a little awkward at first, figuring out the logistics. How was it going to work? Would he be on top, in control? For one awful nanosecond you didn’t think it would work at all. But Jake was determined.

From the very first thrust, when Jake stuttered and swore like you’d never heard him do before, you knew this position would be a staple.

You like to watch him struggle. Your husband, so normally put together and on top of things, slowly losing his mind. So wrapped up in the filth and pleasure of it all that he’s barely hanging on to that perfectly sculpted control.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he exhales sharply, staring up at the ceiling. “You tryna kill me, baby?”

You grin. “Only a little.”

One of Jake’s hands drop from the headboard to cup your jaw. “Christ,” he mumbles, and absentmindedly thumbs over your lips. “I’m serious. You look so beautiful like this. Wish I could take a picture. It’s taking everything I got not to just come all over your perfect face.”

“Totally could if you wanted to.” You suck his thumb into your mouth.

“Goddammit,” Jake curses, squeezes his eyes shut. “Keep doing that and I will.” He slips his thumb from your lip and reaches behind him to rub the spit-slicked digit against your clit.

He soon realizes he does not need the extra lubrication. Watching his composure slowly be chipped away has turned you on, you’re almost positive you’re dripping onto the duvet. You rock your hips, searching for the sweet pressure of his touch.

“Fuck, you’re soaking. Just from watching me do this?” His eyes fall back to your breasts, watching his cock rock between them. You push them closer together and smile victoriously at the hitch in his voice. “Yeah, I guess that’s fair,” he says, voice tight.

Jake leans back slightly and spits. The saliva drips down between your breasts, slicking Jake’s sloppy movements. A moan tears from the back of his throat.

“You’re so fucking soft. I’m not gonna last much longer. Feels too good.”

“Look at me,” you whisper, drawing his attention back to you. “Want you to come all over my face.”

Jake’s hips buck forward. “Shit, baby. Are you sure?”

“Please,” you whine. “And I want you to watch me while you do it.”

His body tenses. “Fuck. You’re so fucking dirty, honey,” he groans. “After this I’m gonna make you come until you beg me to stop. But first,” his words are cut off by a wrecked moan. “First I’m gonna come all over you.” Jake wraps his hand around his cock.

You stick your tongue out and close your eyes, tilting your head back so you bare your face to him. It’s the tipping point. Jake comes with a deep groan of your name, showering warmth over your cheeks and chin. It slides down your neck and pools in your collarbone. Your body shudders at the sensation, lips turned up into a smile. You somehow manage to look angelic, even though you’re covered in sin.

Jake swipes his fingers over your skin, smearing the mess on your cheek and jaw. He pushes his fingers into your mouth, a sigh of praise bubbling up when you eagerly clean them off.

“Good girl,” he leans forward and kisses you messily, moaning quietly at the taste of him on your tongue. “Y’look fucking gorgeous covered in my cum.” The hand between your thighs resumes its lazy circles over your clit. “Want you to cover my face in yours. That sound good to you baby?”

You almost knock your forehead against his while nodding.

“Good,” Jake hums, and slots his body between your legs. He throws them over his shoulders. “Cuz I’m not gonna stop until you do.”

#jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #hangman x reader #jake seresin smut #hangman smut #top gun maverick #jake seresin #rion writes #summerofcum2023

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beechersnope · 9 months

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Summer of Cum Day 31: Free Choice (Squirting)

kimi/max, warnings for age difference, sexualization of a 19yo, rough sex, dyke used as a self-identifier, referenced/endgame maxiel, 2687 words

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Kimi can see the change as soon as it happens.

She sidles up to Daniel after the driver’s briefing, nodding toward Max knowingly. “Have you finally fucked her?”

Daniel laughs nervously. “Hey, mate, what the fuck?”

He doesn’t answer the question, but it doesn’t matter. He’s already told Kimi everything she needs to know.

Kimi shrugs, tugging the strap of her backpack up a little higher. It’s heavier today. She’d left the track earlier—after seeing Max bounding around the paddock like a giddy puppy—to grab a few necessities from a nearby chemist. “You aren’t together, are you?” she asks. It probably wouldn’t stop her even if they were, but it would make things harder. Probably. Maybe.

Daniel shakes his head fervently. “Nah,” he says, scratching at the back of his neck, looking a bit like a trapped animal as his eyes focus on anything and everything but Kimi’s face. “It’s just—convenient, you know? A bit of fun. We’re both adults—”

Barely, Kimi thinks to herself, even though it’s a little hypocritical. Daniel does seem like the type to lose sleep over it, though.

“Okay,” Kimi says, cutting him off short. She shrugs again and walks off, not interested in exchanging any pleasantries in pursuit of ending the conversation. She got what she wanted from Daniel; now it’s time to go find Max.

Kimi finds her outside the Red Bull garage, just watching the mechanics work. There’s something in her face, a glint of that particular brand of youthful energy that makes even the mundane seem sexually charged. Max’s eyes are focused on their hands. From an objective standpoint, Kimi’s hands don’t look all that different from the veiny, muscular hands of the mechanics taking apart Max’s car.

Max doesn’t look away until Kimi is practically breathing the same air. She looks over quizzically, the few centimeters’ difference in height between them lessened by the way Max holds herself, like she hasn’t decided yet how she wants people to perceive her.

Kimi suspects that if they’d kept her at Toro Rosso any longer, Max would have gone the way of most of the other girls who had almost made it—making herself a perpetually smaller target until she was totally eclipsed by a rookie who never had to make that decision in the first place.

“What?” Max says bluntly, her eyes narrowing as she scans the length of Kimi’s body with a suspicious expression.

Kimi assumes that Max thinks she’s there to chew her out for her overly aggressive driving—again—but this time Kimi has something else in mind. “Come to my motorhome with me,” she says, not bothering to explain her intentions. Max will catch on. Or she won’t.

Either way, Max agrees, following Kimi through the maze of people and equipment until they reach Kimi’s motorhome on the other side of the track. Her eyes follow the movement of Kimi’s fingers as she unlocks the door, a detail which doesn’t go unnoticed by Kimi as she opens it and gestures for Max to proceed inside. Kimi follows close behind, and then turns to carefully lock the door again behind her.

Max’s head is on a swivel as she walks the length of the motorhome with Kimi at her back.

“It can’t be that different to yours,” Kimi points out.

“No, it’s—yeah.” Max blushes a little.

Kimi thinks that’s enough small talk. “You should get on the bed,” she says.

To Max’s credit, she doesn’t seem all that surprised by the request, but it still takes her a moment to make up her mind before she finally walks to the end of the motorhome where Kimi’s bed in tucked into a fairly spacious cubby. It’s enough room to get the job done. Kimi can’t complain.

Max perches nervously at the very end of the bed. Kimi approaches her calmly and uses her knee to spread Max’s legs apart. The nylon fabric of Kimi’s joggers makes a grating noise as it scrapes against Max’s jeans, but they both ignore it.

“Take your clothes off,” Kimi says. She doesn’t like to bother with all the prelude to fucking. It’s better to just get this part over with. She waits until Max is struggling to pull her sports bra over her head before asking the question she should have asked before she’d invited Max inside in the first place. “You let Daniel fuck you last night?”

Max freezes, one tit hanging loose, the other still trapped in a pocket of navy-blue spandex. “Did he—”

“No. But you are not very subtle. Both of you.”

Max blushes again. She fights harder and finally manages to get free of her bra before throwing herself onto her back so she can tackle her jeans next.

“And you were a virgin before that?” Kimi asks next.

Max doesn’t meet her eyes, but there’s a slight hitch in her movements as she kicks off her jeans with a few muted grunts of effort, betraying the fact that Kimi’s question has caught her off-guard. “Yes,” she mumbles.

“Did it hurt?”

“No,” Max replies quickly. Defensively. “He was—it was good.”

“Did you come?”

Max pauses again, her thumbs hooked into the waistband of her underwear. She doesn’t meet Kimi’s eyes as she nods.

“When he went down on you?”

Max nods again. “That was after,” she says in a small voice. “I—before, when he fingered me first.”

Kimi waits until Max gets her panties off—a pair of plain, functional briefs the same color and brand as her sports bra—before asking the next question.

“Did he make you squirt?”

Kimi’s eyes are focused wholly on the pink, puffy labia peeking between Max’s pressed together thighs. She hasn’t shaved, not even for Daniel, it seems, even though it’s far more common with girls Max’s age now than it used to be. But the trimmed hair on her pussy is a lighter shade of blonde than the hair on her head, so it still doesn’t leave much to the imagination.

When Kimi finally lifts her gaze back up to Max’s face, Max’s cheeks are the same shade of red as Kimi’s car.

“I don’t—” Max says, her English finally failing her. “I’ve never—”

Kimi shrugs. “You will.”

Kimi leaves Max there on the bed and retreats into the main living space of the motorhome to get what she needs out of her backpack. There’s a brand-new bottle of lube, a plastic mattress cover, and some vulvodynia cream she’d purchased at the chemist just in case Max needed it, but that seemed unlikely now. She’d packed her toys of choice, also, wanting to be prepared for any eventuality.

Kimi cleans the toys thoroughly and methodically at the sink even though she’s already gone through the more arduous process of disinfecting them earlier, and then folds up everything in a clean towel to carry back to where Max is waiting for her in bed.

Max’s eyes go wide as soon as she sees the circumference of the double dildo lying in the middle of the towel. “I don’t know if I can…” she starts to say, moving out of the way without needing to be asked when Kimi unfolds the mattress cover and spreads it out over everything but the top sheet. “Daniel could barely get it inside last night,” she confesses.

“Daniel doesn’t have a cunt,” Kimi points out. “Lay on your stomach. I’ll stretch you first.”

Max is already wet when she spreads her legs, but not nearly wet enough. Kimi squeezes out a handful of lube and coats the fingers on both hands with it, ignoring the droplets that spill out onto the sheet under Max.

Despite Max’s misgivings about the size of the silicone cock Kimi plans to use on her, she’s still soft and open from the night before, her pussy clinging weakly to Kimi’s fingers as she massages the lube into Max carefully, pressing back toward her perineum and drinking in the quiet little moans that follow.

Kimi fucks Max like that for a while, getting her as wet and loose as possible before pressing in along the anterior wall of her vagina with two more fingers, from her other hand. Kimi pulls gently as Max lets out a stuttering cry, her pussy clenching down futilely around the void created by Kimi’s fingers. Kimi keeps her fingers firmly in place until she feels Max start to relax, and then she slides each hand to either side of her pussy and repeats the process, only pausing every minute or so to reapply more lube before starting all over again.

Max doesn’t come with Kimi’s fingers inside her, but the tiny little bud of her clit, mostly hidden between her swollen labia, is noticeably hard when Kimi brushes a slick thumb over it after rolling Max onto her back.

Max keens, her body jack-knifing in response to that cursory moment of contact, and Kimi almost smiles. That’s part of the fun of fucking girls Max’s age; they haven’t quite figured out what makes their pussies tick.

“Will you tell Daniel that I fucked you?” Kimi wonders as she sits back on her heels and begins slicking up one end of the double-ended dildo.

Max stares at the dildo in a daze. It takes a few seconds for the question to catch up with her. Kimi watches as her spotty teenage cheeks go pink again before she answers. “Yeah, um. He would think it was hot, I think. I do not think he would be upset.”

Kimi doesn’t know if she agrees, but maybe Max hasn’t learned the difference yet between a lesbian porn fantasy and knowing that a dyke has made your girlfriend come so hard she’ll never be able to forget it. And sure, Daniel might be telling everyone (including himself) that he and Max aren’t actually together, but Kimi isn’t stupid, and she isn’t fucking blind, either.

Still. She’s better off fucking Max now, before things have the chance to get any messier.

“Lift up your hips,” Kimi tells Max.

It’s rare to find a girl so willing to let Kimi handle her like she’s a doll, but Max takes direction beautifully. She stares up at Kimi with her wide-set blue eyes, mouth slack, and doesn’t blink even when Kimi starts to slowly push one end of the dildo inside her gaping pussy. Even after the half-hour of lube and stretching, it’s still a tight fit.

“Keep your legs open,” Kimi tells her once she’s fed as much of the dildo into Max as her body can take.

Max shivers slightly, her thighs trembling, pussy unable to clench down around something so wide, the way her body wants to.

“Don’t touch yourself,” Kimi says. She sits up on her knees, pulling off her long-sleeve athletic shirt, revealing barely-there tits that are defined more by the swell of her pectorals than anything else.

Max’s breasts are soft, sweet, and heavy. Her nipples are a rosy pink, surrounded by wide areolas. Everything about Max’s body is Platonically feminine, strikingly so, no matter how much she tries to hide it. Even the stretch of her pussy around the wide body of Kimi’s dildo is evocative of childbirth, her perfect form stretched to the very limits it was created for.

Kimi still doesn’t know if Max is even into women, let alone women that look hard, masculine—bodies sculpted with intent like a marble statue. It’s entirely possible Max doesn’t even know the answer herself. Luckily, it doesn’t matter. The way Max’s gaze fixes hungrily upon the prominent ridge of Kimi’s clit as Kimi slides her joggers down her thighs is enough.

Once Kimi is naked, she doesn’t waste any more time. She needs less lube than Max to fit the other end of the dildo in her cunt, already accustomed to the feeling of bearing down on something as thick as her wrist. Kimi keeps Max on her back as she hikes one of Max’s thighs up around her waist, slotting her other leg over Max’s so that she can slide down the remaining length of the dildo.

When Kimi’s clit finally presses against Max’s pussy, it’s Max who lets out a gasp. Kimi ignores her, focusing on the slick slide of her clit between Max’s spread labia, relishing the gentle grind of the silicone cock inside herself as she rubs her clit against Max’s pubic bone.

Max isn’t quiet about it when Kimi starts up a quicker rhythm, the noises spilling out of her mouth and into the space between her lips and Kimi’s almost primal. Kimi doesn’t kiss her. They’re close enough, and for a brief moment Kimi worries that the look in Max’s eyes indicates intent—but Max never closes the distance. She just sobs out little cries that sound like a wounded animal as Kimi fucks down into her—Max circling her hips; Kimi frotting her hardness against the barely-there protrusion of Max’s clit, exposed only by the way the dildo keeps her pussy lips pulled apart for Kimi to use.

“Are you close?” Kimi asks as Max’s cries increase in frequency and volume, loud enough now that anyone walking by would be able to hear. There’s sweat pouring down off Kimi’s nose and jaw as she humps against Max even faster, big fat droplets that splatter onto Max’s heaving breasts.

Max nods, desperately. “Yeah,” she gasps out, hiccupping a little as she swallows. “I can’t—it’s too—I can’t—”

Kimi already knows. She wrenches the dildo out of her own cunt with a groan and pulls Max halfway down the bed, using the additional space to kneel over Max, shuddering a little at the hot puffs of breath against her clit.

“Put your nose in my cunt,” Kimi says, forcing out the words with noticeable effort. “Suck on my clit until I come.”

They both know Max won’t be able to breathe with Kimi riding her face like that, but Max just nods resolutely and sucks in a quick breath before pulling at Kimi’s hips.

Max’s nose is big enough to feel even immediately after the stretch of the dildo. Kimi rocks down on Max’s face experimentally, settling into a position that feels right. She leans forward as much as she can, letting her clit rest against Max’s tongue for a few seconds before Max finally manages to latch on. The immediately force of the suction nearly takes Kimi’s breath away. It takes her a minute to remember what she’s really after.

Max’s pussy is still stretched wide around the other end of the dildo. Kimi leaves it for now, pulling Max’s knees up to keep her legs spread before reaching down between her thighs and rubbing quick, devastating circles over Max’s clit. Kimi can’t hear Max’s reaction, but she can feel it, the moans in Max’s throat vibrating along the length of her clit as she speeds up the motion of her fingers.

Kimi waits until she’s coming in hot feverish pulses against Max’s face before tugging the dildo out of Max’s pussy in one quick motion.

Kimi feels Max scream and rubs her clit through it, watching as her gaping pussy flexes, spilling wetly against the sheets. She leans down quickly, pulling away from Max’s nose and mouth so she can get her own lips around Max’s pussy. Kimi licks Max through the aftershocks of her orgasm as Max sobs and sobs and sobs.

It takes Max a long time to come back down. In that time, Kimi manages to clean up the motorhome, shower, and wipe Max clean of sweat and come while she lies there against the plastic sheet shivering with her eyes closed. After some consideration, Kimi carefully spreads Max’s legs and uses the cream she’d bought on Max’s pussy, carefully rubbing it in until Max stops reacting to the feeling.

Kimi thinks about kicking Max out after that, not really one for post-coital cuddling, but Max looks so pathetic curled up on Kimi’s bed that she thinks better of it.

She calls Daniel instead.

#f1 smut #f1 rpf #summerofcum2023 #my fic #should i tag this with maxiel? idek

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sourstroll · 9 months

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Summer Of Cum 2023

Day 12 - Coming dry

Pairing: Carlos/Charles

WC: 495

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Carlos’s breaths were harsh against Charles’s neck, trying not to shake too hard against him. He was sitting in Charles’s lap, impaled on his dick and wrapped around him like a koala. They’re sweaty, slick skin sliding together as Carlos moved his hips slowly, back and forward.

This was only something they did if they had time, if there wasn’t any training or races to attend. Carlos was particular and wasn’t often on the receiving end of sex, but Charles had opened his eyes to a whole new world he wasn’t even aware existed.

Something about Charles shoved deep inside him with there being almost no room between them made Carlos feel crazy, like he’d be willing to go insane if it meant feeling like this all the time.

They’re both sticky from Carlos’s previous orgasms, covering both their stomachs, catching in the hair at the base of Carlos’s cock. He doesn’t care, doesn’t care about the discomfort of drying come on his skin. He only cares about how good Charles is and how he lets him do this, ride him until he physically couldn’t.

Charles’s hands are pressed bruisingly against Carlos’s waist, trying his best not to guide him, not to rush. It was hard, especially when all he wanted was to flip him over and fuck him into the hotel bed they were sitting on. He can feel Carlos’s hot breaths against him, breaths that turn into whines, then into broken cries.

Carlos’s hips moved a bit frantically, chasing the very last bits of pleasure, biting down into Charles’s shoulder to quiet himself down. His eyes squeezed shut as he came unceremoniously between them, not even sure how many times he’d tensed against Charles at this point. With his forehead pressed against Charles’s shoulder, he watched the pitiful way his cock jolted, slapping against his stomach with nothing more to give, just a drop of precome forming at the tip. He can’t help but rake his blunt fingernails down Charles’s back, marking up his pale skin.

Carlos can’t get a good breath, clinging to Charles even harder, needing him to stay right where he was, so he could relish in it. “I-I can’t- anymore-“ he whimpered, practically dead weight in Charles’s lap.

“I know,” Charles hummed, pressing kisses to any skin he could reach, reaching up to run a hand through Carlos’s sweat-dampened hair. “But I’m not done with you yet,” Charles purred.

Carlos had a feeling he would say that, making a noise in the back of his throat, both in uncertainty and excitement. “I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow,” Carlos muttered, not complaining as he felt Charles lay him back, still sheathed inside of him.

Charles’s touches remained gentle, taking in the sight of Carlos beneath him. He was more than perfect, flawless as he laid spread out on the white sheets, covered in his own come and sweat. “Good,” Charles smirked, teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

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#summerofcum2023 #sourwrites #Charles Leclerc/Carlos Sainz Jr #1655 #Charlos #f1 smut

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onboardsorasora · 9 months

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So excited that I finally found a way to participate in the Summer of Cum goodness!! Also! Moar Tennis AU!!

Part 1 | Part 10 | Part 12

Part 11 - Summer of Cum 2023 - Day 26 Come Marking

"Fuckfuckfuck!" Daniel cried out, hoarse. From his exuberant scream at the end of the match, and the endless media…and from the onslaught of pleasure Max had been subjecting him to since he stepped through the threshold of the apartment.

He was happy, overjoyed and oversensitive. But the way Max was fingering him so perfectly, he knew he wasn't going anywhere until his dick unloaded itself again.

Max was sucking him off as if it was his job, swallowing down Daniel's length and swirling his tongue around the shaft, pressing solidly along the veiny underside. Daniel distantly praised Max's multitasking ability because the fingers fucking into him wetly and nailing his prostate were doing the Lord's work.

Daniel'd already come once; Max had honest to God yanked him into the apartment, pressed him against the door and swallowed his dick. The tennis pro had come not even ten minutes later. The combination of euphoria from his win, excitement that Max saw him win and then Max on his knees was just too much stimulation.

Max; his beautiful, incredibly sexy Max, had swallowed with a moan and then smirked up at his bleary eyed boyfriend. His red lips, swollen and more pronounced. Daniel had stroked his favoured freckle, smearing away the stray some that had hid it from his gaze.

Max had sucked Daniel's fingers into his mouth, maintaining eye contact while he slowly stroked Daniel's softening cock. Daniel opened his mouth to apologize but Max cut him off,

"Can you go again?"

"Probably, if you like give me a minute."

"What if I finger you?" Max eyed him innocently and Daniel's eyes rolled into the back of his head.

"Oh fuck." He whispered in reply. Max felt when his dick gave a twitch.

Easing himself to his feet, Max pulled Daniel along behind him through the living room to the main bedroom. They stripped quickly, clinging to each other.

"I'm proud of you, y'know?" He'd whispered in Daniel's ear before he licked the appendage.

"Yeah?" Daniel shuddered out, tilting his head for more.

"You look so fucking hot when you're focused. I almost fisted myself right then and there."

"Fuuh-" Daniel trailed off before making a grunting sound as Max pushed him to lay back on the bed.

"Your legs must be so tired, don't worry I'll take care of you." Was all Max offered before the only thing Daniel knew was the wet slide of his tongue everywhere.

Max groaned a wordless noise as he thrust into the tight heat of Daniel's body. His head lolled forward, almost resting against his boyfriend's panting sternum. No matter how many times they did this, it always made him feel insane with want.

They were connected, he was in Daniel as far as he could go, but he still wanted more. Needed it.

Hooking tired legs over his elbows, Max fucked into him deep. Daniel was a writhing mess beneath him, his eyes were squeezed shut. His back was arched and Max felt all of the uncontrollable twitching of his legs with every slide home.

"Max Maax." Daniel trembled into the night, cleaning out what was left of his voice. Fucking Daniel was a sensory treat and Max drank up every bit.

Dropping one leg, Max gripped and stroked Daniel's leaking length, smirking at the accompanying clench on his own dick. Daniel was babbling nonsense now, a sure sign that his second orgasm was close.

Daniel came with a cry, and a curse. Squeezing Max's dick deliciously as he spurted against his own chest and chin. Max pulled out quickly stroking himself the rest of the way to come with a groan over Daniel's chest as well, mixing their loads messily.

Daniel smiled at him tiredly from his spot on the bed, unable to move if he tried. Max smiled back, swirling his finger idly in their mess. Daniel watched him softly, as he coated his fingers and smeared their come along the ink on his thigh, first the envelope then the sailboat. Max's blue eyes glittered as the ink glistened darker like always.

#maxiel #max/daniel #tennis player!dan #tennis!dan #tennis au #summerofcum2023

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sugakookie78 · 9 months

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Summer of Cum - Day 29

Day 29 - Thigh Fucking - Carlos/Charles

Warning - NSFW

“Please, Charles,” Carlos thrust his dick between Charles’s thighs.

Charles moans as Carlos grazes his hands over Charles’s chest.

“Your thighs are- oh my- so pretty,” Carlos groans as he starts to jerk off Charles.

“I’m close,” Charles moans again, “Please Carlos.”

Charles thighs tense up and that sends Carlos over the edge. As Carlos finishes, he bites down on Charles’s neck. Charles whimpers as his cock spurts all over Carlos’s hand.

“You’re so handsome,” Carlos gasps out, both him and Charles collapsing backwards onto their bed, “One second, then we’ll take a shower.”

#summerofcum2023 #f1 smut #f1 imagines #Carlos Sainz/Charles Leclerc

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scenetocause · 10 months

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mando, orgasm denial

"Mate," Max bites his lip. "This cannot be fun."

Lando basically growls at him and says "will you just get on with it" and Max assumed he meant make him come until Lando bats his hand away and says not that.

"What do you actually want, Bob?" He's used to an element of chaos in the bedroom, Lando's urge to do weird things even he can't always explain an ever-present concern but this is just confusing.

"Oh for fuck's sake." Lando wriggles round, grabs his boxers, puts them back on. Like this is going to be one of their more serious conversations and he doesn't want his cock to hear about it. "I want you to, like, not let me come."

"But... why?" Lando loves coming. On Max, in Max, over his own hand, wherever. Max has a horrible feeling a fleshlight might have ended up involved over lockdown and just tries not to think about it, like, ever.

"I dunno?" Lando shrugs and flops back on their bed, nudges Max with his knee. "It just feels, like, not good but it is, kind of and then when I do it's like, really good."

He can't help wrinkling his nose. "When have you ever not come twice a day?"

"Sometimes," Lando says, primly, closing his eyes. "I don't when I'm like, in Qatar or wherever."

"What the fuck?"

"I don't wanna be arrested, what'd you do if I was in jail forever?"

Max doesn't want to think about any of this but especially not that. "Mate, I don't know if I want to - like, I like getting you off. I don't wanna hurt you or something."

"You won't." Lando says it with a deeply annoying level of confidence. "You'll just make me complain for, like, an hour and then I'll come on your face."

He contemplates it for a few moments, lying down next to Lando to think through how he'll make this work. "Ok."

They snuggle into each other for a moment, Lando biting at Max's ear and getting comfy against his side, slinging a leg over him. It gives shape to the vague thing Max had been turning over in his brain, not exactly an experienced scene-planner or whatever.

"C'mon," he tucks an arm round Lando, pushes his hips up against Max's. "You're allowed a minute."

Lando pouts. "What?"

"You can -" Max isn't great at dirty talk, can admit this to himself but it's kind of ok with them. "- hump my leg or whatever. One minute."

Lando looks at him incredulously for a minute and mumbles something about "mate" but then puts his head back down against Max's shoulder, rolls his hips. Max fishes his phone out of his pocket, finds the timer app.

"Go on then, you've got 40 seconds now."

"Fuck off," bites Lando but his dick's hot and heavy against Max's leg, properly turned on already. Max imagines he can feel the wetness that Lando always leaks, excited, through his boxers even if it's actually just sweat.

"Alright, times up."

Lando makes an extremely aggrieved sound, for someone who literally, specifically asked for this. And Max might - he's not really into this sort of thing, wouldn't tie Lando up or whatever but they do like annoying each other.

"You asked for it," he reaffirms. "How long do you think you can last before you get to do that again?"

Lando makes a huffy noise. "I dunno. Ten minutes?"

"Hmm," Max sets an alarm for 20. Plays with the hair at the back of Lando's neck, strokes down the knobs of the top of his spine, feels the way his fingertips make the fine hairs on Lando's skin stand up, like all of Lando is irresistibly attracted to being near Max.

He's shifting, restless but almost suspiciously quit, just leaning into Max and breathing softly against his neck. It's so comfy they're both well settled, Max halfway to asleep by the time the alarm goes.

"Oh, see - you can be good. I reckon you can have two minutes for that."

Quiet Lando might have been being but his dick's been throbbing up against Max's leg, warm and tense, the uncomfortable situation of being trapped in Lanhdo's boxers clear. Max actually has to use some force to push back against Lando, stop him literally humping him through the mattress.

"Oi," Max wrestles him a bit, when the timer chimes. "Stop it."

Lando whines. "I wanna."

"Nope." Max pinches the back of his neck, knows he isn't hurting Lando but wants to get his attention back somewhere other than his pants. "You wanted to wait."

"Maaaa-aaaaax," Lando singsongs and Max squeezes him, cuddles him down. Feels the restless, twitchy movements of Lando trying not to hump him die down, like he's actually desperate to be good. It's a weird sort of power and not one he's that into but is kind of fun, maybe, just sometimes.

"I'm gonna time 15 minutes," he presses a kiss, gentle, to Lando's sweaty forehead. "And then I'm gonna make you come."

Lando whines again but puts an arm around Max, squishes him once like it's an agreement.

After five minutes Max says "do you wanna come in your pants? Or on my face? You can think about it while we're waiting, baby."

The noise Lando makes, like a dying animal, is satisfying in a way he doesn't want to explore.

Five more minutes later, stroking his hand down the fine sweat on Lando's shoulder blades, he adds some more thoughts. "I guess you could come in me, if you want me to open myself up? I could finger myself for you, Bob. Get myself all wet for you. You could watch-" "Fuck," Lando bites his shoulder. "Shut up."

When the timer goes, Lando makes a move to climb up Max but he's ready for it, uses Lando's horny distraction as an advantage to flip him onto his back and get Max's hand in his boxers. It's over in a few strokes, Lando coming up his own abs for a drawn-out, limb-twisting orgasm that makes him writhe and pant.

Lando's legs are shaky, awkward to bend when Max strips his boxers off and uses them to clean up the mess on his twitching stomach. Bending down after, he presses a kiss just below Lando's belly button, where he's always been sensitive, to feel the muscles jump.

"What you wanted, Bob?"

Lando just hums something, holds his arms out for Max to fold himself into.

Just on the brink of them drifting into a nap, Max catches "do wanna fuck you now, though" and slaps Lando's arm, rubbing his nose into his collarbone like they can get more entwined.

#whoops lets pretend i posted this yesterday #summerofcum2023 #emptyhalf fic

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deepspacedukat · 11 months

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Patience

Alright, here comes day two! Vreenak has entered the chat!

Day 2: Orgasm Denial

SOC prompt list here. SOC Masterlist here. Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Vreenak (ST:DS9) x Reader

[A/N: This is smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Interspecies sex, Romulan/Human sex, orgasm denial, dirty talk, fingering, necking, almost getting caught, power imbalance, power play, getting interrupted, enemies to lovers kind of.

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“Do you do that for the sole purpose of annoying me?” Vreenak’s low, silken voice seemed almost too loud in the confined space of the motionless turbolift. At least ten minutes had passed since either of us had spoken, and we’d been stuck between levels for nearly half an hour. We’d received one communication from Ops saying that we’d be out soon, then we were left on our own.

“What?” I asked meeting his icy, irate gaze with confusion.

“You’re tapping your foot,” he said gesturing to the offending appendage.

“So?” I didn’t dare admit that I was just getting rid of some nervous energy. That would open a whole other can of worms that I didn’t want to have to deal with while I was stuck here with Vreenak.

“So it’s irritating,” he snapped with a pointed glare. “I’ve half a mind to cut it off at the joint if you don’t stop.”

“With what? Your shit attitude? Besides, it’s no worse than your pacing a while back,” I muttered under my breath as I leaned against the back wall of the turbolift and crossed one ankle over the other. Folding my arms across my chest, I acknowledged that it was bad enough that he hated me and everything that I did. He didn’t need to know that I was attracted to him, bad attitude and all.

Fine. If he wanted to be an ass on what was already the worst day I’d had aboard this damn station, who was I to stop him? It wasn’t like I hadn’t tried in the past. Apparently, everything I did, including the way I dressed, annoyed the Senator. For a man his age, he really should have better manners.

“You’re lucky we’re not on Romulus. Speaking that way to a man in my position would undoubtedly garner more serious consequences than you could anticipate.” Was I crazy or was there a hint of amusement in his voice? I didn’t bother to look up. I just took a deep, slow breath, and tried to concentrate on anything but the fact that I was stuck in such a confined space with a man who clearly despised me. “Oh, don’t go quiet on me now. I thought even the weakest Humans had more fight in them than that.”

Stubbornly staring ahead at the dark, non-functioning panel on the opposite wall of the turbolift, I listened to both our breaths.

“I suppose I was wrong. How disappointing. What meetings will I miss if we’re stuck here for the next few hours? Or didn’t you have time to memorize my schedule this morning?” Despite his snide comment, I was glad he changed the subject. A little of my tension melted away. I could handle business talk.

“Don’t be absurd. I’ve worked for you for how long now? You’ll only miss one. A Bajoran Minister and Admiral Ross were scheduled for three hours of your time, beginning roughly an hour from now,” I answered without missing a beat. “I believe they wanted to discuss some prior incident that occurred a few years ago at a place called Derna.”

“Oh, wonderful,” he groused, and I glanced up just in time to see him pinching the bridge of his nose with those long, agile, stupidly gorgeous fingers of his. A professional sculptor couldn’t have done a better job– Stop it, stop it! Get your mind out of the gutter! “That’ll be three hours of posturing wrapped up in pointless, transparent appeasement and assurances. Utterly tedious.”

“You could always cancel or reschedule,” I suggested as he leaned against the lift wall beside me with a sigh. “I could tell them that I’d accidentally double-booked your appointments, or something so you wouldn’t be blamed.”

My mind screamed that after how he nitpicked everything I did, he deserved to suffer through a rough meeting. Just a little bit. Why was I offering him an alternative?

Those sharp, blue eyes that I both hated and adored in turns scanned my face - presumably to determine whether I was serious. After the absurdity of the day, I supposed that was only fair. Beginning the day with a drunk Klingon tearing up his office, an Andorian challenging me to a fight in said destroyed office because the Senator was busy, and the replicator nearly exploding in both our faces when we tried unsuccessfully to order lunch...that wasn’t exactly a normal day.

This turbolift incident, as inconvenient as it was, at least afforded us a moment to breathe. Sure, we’d still have to clean up his office, give statements to security about the Klingon and the Andorian, and put in a repair call for the replicator, but, for now, all we had to do - all we could do - was stay put and wait.

Well, that and try not to kill each other before the station’s engineering team could get us out. That was much easier said than done, especially on Vreenak’s part. The Senator certainly had a temper, but I’d only seen him really lose it once. He’d needed a new desk, and the person he’d thrown through it needed major surgery. His anger with me never seemed quite that intense, though.

“Who are you to assume the relative importance of my appointments?” Vreenak’s voice dropped to that low, raspy register with which I’d become so familiar and agitated over the last few months. That tone always made me question whether he was serious or teasing, so I usually didn’t push my luck.

Today, however, I was feeling foolishly bold. After all the chaos of the morning culminated in this damn turbolift trapping us, I’d had enough. My patience had run out, and Vreenak’s snide little comment was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

“I think I’m the one who sets up your schedule and keeps angry Admirals from bursting into your office. I was trying to do something nice for you, not that you could tell. You wouldn’t know kindness if it bit those pretty, pointed ears of yours,” I retorted before I could think better of it. His eyes widened in surprise, but I wasn’t done yet. I’d been kind, I’d been accommodating, but that didn’t mean I was going to allow him to walk all over me just because I was nothing more than a glorified secretary to the man. Like a tidal wave, all my built-up frustration with the man came spilling out of me before I could stop it. “If you really want to deal with Starfleet and the Bajorans after a day like today, by all means, go right ahead! Don’t listen to your secretary’s advice. See how well that goes. After all, what the hell do I know? I’m just a Human. I’ve only covered for you about a dozen times! Heaven forbid I try to make things easier for you, you arrogant, ungrateful bastar–”

“Shut up,” he growled pinning me against the wall with one arm and grabbing my jaw with the other. The thought flickered across my mind that he might snap my neck. Instead, he crushed his mouth against mine in a hard kiss. After a beat of frozen surprise, I kissed him back with the same level of intensity. For several long moments, we lost ourselves in a dance of teeth and tongues.

He was essentially my boss. This should feel wrong, but every movement he made felt so perfect. His hands slid down my body with something like hasty reverence.

“Fuck you.” The words spilled involuntarily from my lips as he ground the heel of his palm between my thighs over my uniform.

“You seem quite eager to try,” Vreenak pointed out as I spread my legs for him. Practically clawing at the closure to my pants, he swore quietly when he dipped those long, devious fingers of his beneath my clothes and found me dripping.

He asked me something, but I could do no more than let out a desperate whine as he shoved two long digits into me. Grabbing his shoulders to steady myself, I tugged him closer.

“You’re infuriating,” he hissed as I bit the corner of his jaw. In retaliation, his fingers curled mercilessly, striking that place inside me over and over with unrelenting precision.

“Says the most irritating man in existence,” I gasped, rolling my hips to try and get more friction. Burying his head in the crook of my neck, Vreenak moaned as I palmed the bulge that had been pressing against me so insistently. Intense satisfaction poured through me when he began rutting slowly into my touch.

“Yes, but you want me, nonetheless. Don’t deny it. I’ve seen the way you look at me,” the Senator lorded that observation proudly over me even as he dragged me closer and closer to an orgasm. “Beautiful, pliant, little thing...”

“I fucking hate you,” I breathed, but my protest was so feeble and obviously false that neither of us could stifle our half-choked laughter.

“You’ve always been such an awful liar,” Vreenak murmured slanting his mouth over mine with an affection that I hadn’t anticipated. His hand sped up, intent on drawing screams from me. I was so close I could taste it. The lift jolted, but neither of us paid any attention. My breathing was no more than a stream of whimpered pleas as I began to tip over the edge–

“Ops to Turbolift Four, please respond,” a voice crackled over the comm, and we froze. Our labored breathing seemed almost too loud, now. With both our orgasms stolen away by reality’s return, Vreenak helped steady me on my feet before going to the comm panel. “Our controls show that you should be moving now. Can you confirm?”

“Yes, Ops. We’re moving,” the Senator said as he readjusted himself in his pants and took slow, deliberate breaths. I couldn’t help but smirk at the knowledge that he’d been as close as I’d been. Tuning out the conversation, I righted my clothing and tried to make myself look as if I hadn’t just been fingered within an inch of my sanity by my boss.

Mere seconds later when the turbolift opened on the level where the Senator’s office was, we both looked relatively put together for people who’d just been wrapped around each other. Navigating through the small group of people who were gathered at the lift entrance, I was suddenly grateful for the officer who’d interrupted us. If they hadn’t, we would’ve had quite the captive audience when the door had opened. We were almost to his door when one of Vreenak’s hands took up residence on my lower back.

“Cancel that appointment, but don’t pretend you double booked. Tell them the truth. Tell them...that an urgent personal matter has arisen that requires my immediate attention,” he murmured as we paused in the empty hallway. He tilted my chin up and gave me a mischievous smirk. “Once you’ve done that, I’d like you to come to my quarters. I believe you owe me a few screams for talking back to me, my dear.”

“Oh my, Senator, whatever will people say?” I teased winking up at him.

“If they’re wise, they won’t say a word. The ones who do, well...let’s not forget that I’m the Vice Chairman of the Tal.” His playful threat drew a laugh from me.

“You’d make someone disappear for gossiping about us?”

“For you, I’d make whole worlds disappear.” Having stunned me into silence, Vreenak placed a soft kiss on my forehead and started to walk away. One final teasing comment floated over to me as I moved to enter his office. “Don’t take too long, or I may have to begin without you.”

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i-did-not-mean-to · 10 months

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Afternoon delight

This is not the first time that I am writing this pairing for @lycheesodas, but it might well be the first time that I make it spicy...

Another NSFW one for Week 2 - Please be advised!

Thank you @lycheesodas for your faith...I hope this is okay...

Words: 1133

Characters: Beleg x Mablung

Prompt: Picnics & Multiple Orgasms

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, nipple play, oral sex, anal sex

"You're so beautiful," Beleg whispered, awe-struck at the sight of Mablung's naked body, seated politely on the forest floor.

Letting out a strangled noise, somewhere between a scoff and a moan, Mablung merely shook his head and reached for the basket full of wild strawberries he had carried gingerly all the way from Menegroth for his lover's delight.

Every once in a while, they managed to have these secret picnics in secluded spots deep within the forest that seemed to be only known to them, and they cherished those stolen moments of blissful togetherness.

Mablung knew the voracious expression in Beleg's eyes only too well and his treacherous body reacted instinctively—hence why the fruit he judiciously cradled in his lap now was but a flimsy defence against the inevitable onslaught of torturous tenderness his insatiable lover seemed to be plotting.

"So steadfast," Beleg went on crooning, falling to his knees and advancing slowly towards his visitor, "so very generous. Let me make it up to you."

"Are you going to hunt us dinner then?" Mablung asked, suppressing the tell-tale quiver in his voice—his throat was burning with the effort and his fingers tightened around the rim of the basket fitfully.

Upon arriving, Mablung had immediately been relieved of both his gifts and the better part of his garments and pressed against the rough bark of an ancient tree to have his mouth captured savagely while Beleg's clever fingers slipped between his thighs, awakening Mablung's desire as easily as he drew a bow.

Even after so many years—oft far apart in body but inseparable in thought—Mablung could hardly fathom how this bright-eyed, ever-smiling wood sprite of old could have him panting and shivering in the throes of maddening passion within mere moments.

As much as he questioned that strange spell he was under, he could not deny that he had relished the way Beleg seemed to drink his every hoarse cry and desperate whimper from his very lips while pressing against him mercilessly.

By rights and experience, they should have been long past the phase of unbridled, desperate rutting against one another until they spilt over their joined hands, but—at times—the long separation and the burning longing would not countenance any delay.

Thus, their reunion had started with a clash of heated bodies writhing in symphony and messy kisses spread haphazardly across heated skin before they had suffered the humiliating ordeal of washing their soiled clothes in the nearby river.

Sated, they had then stretched out on the soft carpet of wild grasses and green moss to exchange stories and news while letting the sun, filtering delicately through the canopy overhead, dapple their skin with specks of dancing gold.

"I have missed you so," Beleg admitted, settling his palms high upon Mablung's thighs and bending down to pluck a single strawberry out of the basket with his mouth.

With a groan of renewed excitement—would Beleg ever stop having this devastating effect on him?—Mablung shifted self-consciously.

"So delicious," Beleg went on playfully and pressed his sticky lips against the taut stomach of his rigid colleague and paramour.

For a while, Mablung could but watch and witness as Beleg ate his way to the bottom of the basket—he could feel his warm breath through the weaving and the awareness of the proximity of those strawberry-stained lips to his by now undeniable arousal made a thin sheen of sweat break out on his shivering skin.

Suddenly, Beleg sucked his teeth in disapproval and twisted around to reach for his pouch, granting Mablung a breathtaking view of his elegant spine.

"Even when it's hot," the renowned archer remonstrated, "you must not neglect proper padding during training."

Frowning, Mablung looked down at his ever so slightly chafed nipples and rolled his eyes.

"You exaggerate," he tried to assuage the other's worries, but before he could protest further, Beleg had whipped back and was kissing him breathless.

"When I am not there," he said insistently, his eyes flickering with a feverish gleam, "you must take the very best care of yourself!"

He smelled like a meadow in bloom and tasted like wild strawberries, Mablung thought dazedly as he was pushed flat on his back.

An acquiescent hum passed his lips as he stared at the dancing leaves above their heads—the fresh aroma of ground herbs progressively pervaded and saturated the air, and he had but a moment to wonder before Beleg's mouth returned to his skin.

Laving his sore nipples with a tongue coated in a paste of healing plants and saliva, Beleg painted a kaleidoscope of coloured marks across Mablung's chest.

This was healing, care, a claim, and an earnest attempt to dissimulate the shining beauty of Mablung's complexion by making it blend in with their surroundings.

"Don't stop there," Mablung whispered, tossing the basket aside and laying bare his reawakened need to the curious, flashing eyes of the one he loved so deeply.

Yes, they were indeed beyond torturous friction, foiled by breeches and tunics—as those warm, tender lips closed around the tip of his cock teasingly, Mablung was sure of it.

In time with the swaying branches Mablung was still gazing at distractedly, Beleg's mouth ebbed and flowed against him like the river lapping against unmoving stones.

Just as the forest seemed to melt and dissolve around him, Mablung shot up. It would have been too easy to allow Beleg to bring him to completion thus, while he lay there in criminal indolence and inactivity.

"I have brought something for you as well," he purred and produced a vial filled with a clear, viscous liquid.

Pouring it over his hands and Beleg's seductively perky behind liberally, Mablung set to work to grant as much pleasure as he had received.

"Do you begrudge the forest your seed then?" Beleg teased over his shoulder with a wink.

Grunting his acquiescence, Mablung lined up and pushed into the unseen realm he called "home" with tender determination.

Encircling Beleg's hips with his arms—confident that he would not pull away—Mablung closed his slick hands around the sceptre and jewels of a king without a throne.

The airy sigh, melting into the unintelligible whispering of the wood, escaping Beleg at that contact drove Mablung to distraction faster and more violently than either one of them had expected.

All inhibitions and good resolutions of restraint fell from him like heavy chains cast off—he surged freely into the welcoming, tight heat of his beloved without ever letting go of his agonizingly swollen cock.

The forest, the air, the nearby river and those two lovers became one, breathless and relentless, until they collapsed into a deafening silence in which their little part of the world was torn apart and made anew unheeded.

@fellowshipofthefics Here's another outrageously spicy one!

Lots of love from me!

#og post #fotfics july event #Beleg #Mablung #Beleg x Mablung #Let's hope nobody else finds this #Picnics #fotfics summer stories #Week 2 #IDNMT writes #fanfiction #writing #tolkien writing #jrrt #summerofcum2023

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33max · 10 months

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Day Eleven, Cinnamon Bun - Summer of Cum 🤍

His bump is only small, not yet visible underneath his uniform of RedBull polos and baggy white t-shirts. It’s a secret that only he and Daniel are in on at the moment, they haven’t even told their families yet. They’ll tell them soon, but not yet, for now this is just for them.

It wasn’t planned, but it wasn’t exactly unplanned either. They took the risk, both aware this could happen. It doesn’t matter that it wasn’t planned though, both of them are elated with the news. It’s not just the pregnancy that is exciting, Max’s hormones are haywire, and the sex they’re having is better than ever.

One thing in particular really gets Daniel going, makes him achingly hard for his boyfriend.

The fact he is the only person to see Max’s bump yet.

Daniel loves their secret. He loves cupping Max’s small bump, holding Max and their unborn child at the same time and knowing that he is the only one that knows. He’s the only person that knows a tiny little baby is growing inside Max, besides Max himself of course.

He’s also absolutely crazy about Max’s new body. The way Max is developing new curves what feels like every day and has a healthy glow about him, one that isn’t normal for someone that sits inside his on the simulator for over twelve hours a day when they’re at home in Monaco.

Daniel can barely keep his hands off of him.

The sex isn’t always frantic. Sometimes it’s delicate, and Daniel can fuck Max slowly and tenderly as he caresses the swell of his stomach.

He lays Max down on their bed, splayed out on his back, the curve of his belly on show for Daniel. It’s the perfect position to fuck in while Max is pregnant and Daniel can’t keep his eyes off of the small bump that only he knows about. Can’t stop running his hands over the soft skin there, they’ve been moisturising it together every evening since they found out.

In this position, Max usually shoots off untouched all over his stomach. And every single time it sends Daniel over the edge too, the visual of Max’s cum slipping down the curve of his belly, unable to pool there like it used to. Daniel doesn’t come inside Max, he’s already fucked a baby into him, so instead he pulls out and fucks his hand until he’s coming onto Max’s stomach too. His load adds to the mess there and leaves wet streaks against Max’s skin like tear tracks as it travels down the curve of him.

Maybe it’s possessive, maybe it’s slightly unhinged, but Daniel can’t resist getting his hands onto Max’s skin, rubbing their cum into his soft belly.

“Mine,” Daniel mutters, nipping at Max’s neck.

#writing #summerofcum2023 #i am not joking when I say this took me 3 days to write and has put me behind with the whole fest lmao

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fourmula1 · 9 months

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Maxiel, heat

summer of cum whatever i want day 27: anon's prompt from 6 months ago

max/daniel. anxious baby omega max 'verse. 866 words.

When Max arrives in the Paddock he beelines for Red Bull’s hospitality and to get to Daniel’s room with as little interference as possible.

He feels like everyone knows; like one look at him will give away the fact that he just went through his first heat and he’s a ripe omega ready for the taking.

He isn’t. He hates it. He wants to be anything else but this.

Daniel’s room is predictably a mess already but it’s comforting to know that that means he’s already here, somewhere. There’s a hoodie flung onto the little couch, and various snacks and half-drunk drinks on his table and it’s. Familiar and safe.

Max drops his backpack and settles himself on Daniel’s couch, pulls out his phone to scroll and not think about all the appearances and team duties he’ll have to face over the weekend. He’s already hyper-aware of the leers he gets from alphas, but now he fears everyone will know he’s been through his first heat and it will only get worse. He can go on suppressants now, his doctor said, but his appointment isn’t for another week.

When the door to the room opens Max looks up, expecting Daniel’s surprise and eye rolls at seeing him there like he’s come to expect when he hides away in Daniel’s room, but this time there’s no surprise and Daniel slips in and closes the door quietly.

“You’re not surprised to see me?” He asks, joking a little as Daniel raises his eyebrows at him.

“Mate, sorry, but anyone with a nose is gonna know where you’ve been,” Daniel says and Max’s enthusiasm to see Daniel faulters for a moment, heart sinking into his stomach. Everyone can smell it. Him. Available omega fresh off a heat. It’s insurmountably upsetting and Max curls in on himself a little, crosses his arm up over his chest to rub at his shoulder.

Daniel must smell the way his scent changes because he’s over to the couch in a moment to squeeze in next to Max, the way they always do when Max hides in here.

“Maxy, it’s not a bad thing,” Daniel says, shaking his head a bit. “Sorry, just. It’s not easy being an alpha either, you know?”

I don’t, Max thinks, bitterly. Alphas are strong and respected and don’t have to deal with the nerve-wracking idea that they’re vulnerable to the world.

“Better than this,” Max says and he knows he sounds petulant. Daniel laughs, a little bitter himself, and Max looks up at him with a frown.

“I can smell not only you and your heat, but that you’re pissed off, too,” Daniel explains, shaking his head a bit. “It’s not easy. Alphas have instincts too, you know. It’s hard when I can smell that you’re upset and there’s nothing I can do about it,” Daniel says and Max frowns deeper because he supposes he hadn’t thought about that. Alphas can smell the change in omegas’ scents and moods, and Max knows that… that the good ones tune in more. Daniel tried to explain it before – instincts driving him to fix and make things better.

“Well at least no one’s sniffing you out thinking about making you some bitch to conquer,” Max says as he nudges his elbow into Daniel’s side.

Daniel is quiet, next to him, and Max is torn between wanting to look, and being scared of what he’d see.

“I’m not doing that,” Daniel says and his voice is quiet, subdued. Disappointed.

Max looks.

Daniel’s eyebrows are knitted together, eyes downcast at his hands in his lap and Max can feel a wave of empathy wash over him. Omega sense, he supposes, for the way he can feel and smell Daniel’s hurt feelings.

“I would never do that to you,” Daniel continues and Max feels his chest clench, feels like he needs to come up for air with how thick and cloying the emotion in the room is all of a sudden. He believes Daniel. He knows it’s true. Daniel’s been the one Max goes to escapes it all.

“I know,” he agrees, watching the way Daniel’s gaze is downcast, how he won’t look at Max. Something prickles at Max and he frowns a little, trying to work through what exactly he’s feeling. “I’m sorry, I know. You’re the only one, though,” he says, and Daniel snorts a little but it’s not a laugh. It’s annoyed.

“I won’t let anyone else, either,” Daniel insists, nostrils flaring a little, no doubt scenting Max without even really meaning to. “Just. Come to me always, yeah?” Daniel asks as he finally looks up at Max and meets his eyes.

Max feels a shiver up his spine at how intently Daniel is looking at him. Something… something beyond his understanding is happening here and he doesn’t know what to make of the woosh in his belly when Daniel’s hand reaching out to squeeze Max’s thigh gently.

“I will,” Max nods, watching Daniel’s tension soften at the assurance.

Something peculiar that Max hadn’t felt before… before his heat brought him into being a fully developed omega. A weird sort of pull, a tug, to assure Daniel and calm him.

Peculiar.

#summerofcum2023 #maxiel #anxious baby omega max #my ficlet

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spiderispunk · 10 months

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Lessons Learned

Pairing: Frat Boy!Billy Russo x F!Reader Word Count: 1.8k Warnings: Smut (18+ only). Mentions of Alcohol. Unprotected Sex. Spanking. Orgasm Denial. A/N: Here is my fashionably late submission for @33max's writing challenge. I've had this concept in my head for quite a few months, so it was very fun getting to finally write it.

SUMMER OF CUM: DAY TWO - ORGASM DENIAL

The frat house is loud, and packed to the brim. People in varying stages of sobriety laugh and talk in small groups, their fingers wrapped around red Solo cups and silver cans of cheap beer. Music blares from large speakers, and sweaty bodies twist and grind, spellbound by the pounding bass.

You can hear people standing outside the bedroom door, laughing and talking. Constantly in competition with the trashy pop; shouting for their anecdotes, gripes, and flirts to be heard.

It’s not the most ideal time or place to fuck. Hidden in Billy’s shared room with a crowd of people just outside. Bent over his lofted twin bed, hoping the squeak of the springs can’t be heard over the din of the party.

Not that you can really complain about time and place, it’s your fault you’re in this position…literally.

You just had to dance with Brad–or was his name Noah? Had to let Brad-Or-Noah feel you up while you grinded against him. And had to throw heavy-lidded looks and smirks Billy’s way the entire time.

Well, you poke a bear, you deal with the consequences. The consequences: being fucked into the mattress while 50 Cent played in the background.

Not that you were complaining. This was the kind of trouble you loved to get yourself into. The kind of trouble that would leave your legs like jelly, and your body filled with a warm, gooey feeling. The kind of trouble that would instantly replay in your mind with just a glance at the shallow teeth marks on your shoulder, and the tender bruises etched into your hips and thighs in the shape of ten perfect fingerprints.

“Fuck, Billy,” you mumble, as he rolls you onto your stomach.

Billy groans, and pushes the folds of your dress higher up your body. His hands slide up your side, and he squeezes your breasts. “You just had to wear this dress, didn’t you?” He asks, tweaking your nipples. “You know what it does to me.”

Yeah, him and every other guy and girl in the near vicinity.

“Think you did it on purpose,” Billy says through gritted teeth. “Just like I think you danced with Jason on purpose too.”

“Oh, was that his name?” You ask, smirking at Billy over your shoulder. “I just picked the second hottest guy in the room.”

You’re rewarded with a sharp smack to your ass. You bite your bottom lip, muffling the cry that rips from your throat. Billy smirks, and spanks you again. This time you can’t help the reedy moan that leaves your lips.

Fuck, you loved getting him all riled up.

“Ya trying to make me jealous, baby?” He rubs the sting away.

“Depends. Is it working?” You raise an eyebrow.

“No,” he says, cooly, and his hand slides around your body to tease the waistband of your underwear. “Can’t be jealous of him. He doesn’t have you in his bed right now, does he?”

“You don’t really have me in your bed either. More like bed-adjacent.” You grab his wrist and press his fingers firmly against your clit.

Billy chuckles and rubs slow circles, earning him a small moan from you. “That’s the game we’re playing tonight?” His other hand slides up your back and fists in your hair.

You groan when he tugs your head back. “What game?”

“The game where your mouth gets you into trouble, and I have to punish you for it.” He nips your ear and your clit throbs. “Keep talking, sweetheart. We’ve got all night.” He lets you fall forward again.

Your cheek hits the cool comforter. “Just wanted your attention.”

“Easier ways to do that, honey. Could’ve just asked me to dance.” He deftly unbuckles his belt and pulls it through the loops of his jeans.

“It’s more fun this way.”

Billy hums and pops the button of his jeans. “That right? How so?”

“Cuz I get to see that cute little furrow between your eyebrows when you frown,” you say and Billy scoffs. “The one you’re wearing right now. And then you try to play it off, but I know deep down you want to grab my arm and drag me to some back room. And well...look at us now.”

“Y’know me so well, huh?” Billy rocks his hips forward, pushing his half-hard cock against your ass.

You grind back, smiling at the small huff he lets out. “Mm-hm. It’s why we work so well together.”

He’s quiet for a moment, and you know the thoughts he’s cycling through. The drunken one night stand your junior year of college that turned into a series of late night trysts by second semester. What started as stress relief evolved into a routine of sorts. Have a bad day. Text Billy. Fuck Billy. Feel better. Rinse and repeat. And vice versa. It was hard not to get addicted to the familiarity of it.

Billy shakes it off after a second, that easygoing mask he wears so well slipping right back into place. He pushes his jeans and boxers down to his ankles. “And what am I thinking now?” He spits into his palm and slowly strokes his cock.

“You want to fuck me.” You grin.

He shakes his head. “Too easy.” He pulls your underwear to the side, and runs two fingers through the slick gathered on your cunt.

“Yeah, but you were thinking it.”

Billy pulls your hips back to meet his. “You got me there,” he mumbles. “Can’t really blame me when you look like this.” He slowly thrusts into you.

Your fingers twist into the material of his green and grey comforter, a low, drawn out, moan sliding out into the room. His cock feels amazing, filling you with a warmth that makes your toes curl. You bite your bottom lip, letting the little ripples of pleasure roll over you as Billy stretches you open.

“Fu-uck, you feel good,” he huffs in your ear. Billy curls himself over your body, trailing light kisses up and down your neck as he fills you with deep thrusts. “Love this fucking pussy.”

You whine his name quietly.

“All that hard work you put into getting here, and now you’re quiet.” He bites your shoulder. “Don’t get all shy on me now, baby. You did it. You got my attention, now what?”

“Fuck me,” you mumble.

Billy raises an eyebrow. “What was that? Can’t hear you, sweetheart,” he teases.

“Want you to fuck me.” You say clearer.

“Me?” Billy asks, pulling all the way out just to thrust back into you sharply. “You sure, baby? Sure you don’t want Jason or some other guy out there to fuck you instead?”

You shake your head.

He clicks his tongue. “Use your words.”

“No. I don’t.”

“Who do you want, honey? Who makes you feel good, always leave you wanting more?” His fingers find your clit again.

“You.”

The bed frame shakes and squeals as Billy fucks into you harder. “Say it louder.”

You hesitate and look up, eyes fixed on the very unlocked door across the room, and the drunk co-eds that linger beyond it.

Billy tugs your head back gently, lips ghosting over your jaw. “I don’t fucking care who's out there. I wanna hear you say it.” He rubs your clit harder. “You want me or one of those assholes?”

“You,” you cry, squeezing your eyes shut. “I want you.”

You’d be mortally embarrassed of the volume of the sounds you're making if you could think of anything other than the way Billy’s cock rubs against that heavenly spot inside of you. He always knows how to work your body, doing exactly what it took to turn you on, while other guys you’d been with fumbled around ineptly until you faked an orgasm just to get it over with.

But not with Billy. Billy never left you anything but satisfied.

“Why me? Why not Jason?” He asks, as if reading your mind.

“Because you fuck me s’good. S’fucking good.” you babble, your voice rising.

Billy groans loudly. “Yeah I do.” He bites your shoulder. “It’s my cock you love, right? Feels good, don’t it?”

“Yes. Oh fuck. I love it when you fuck me, Billy.”

“That’s it, baby. Say my fucking name.” Billy groans. “Sounds so pretty when you say it like that. All fucked out and shit.” He buries his face into your neck. “Goddammit. You’re gonna make me come.”

Your cunt clenches at Billy’s words and he snaps his hips forward with a groan.

“Christ. You want my come, sweetheart? “ He groans low and gravelly in your ears, the rhythm of his thrusts growing more erratic.

“Please,” you nod, your own pleasure growing more intense. Bright and bubbling up inside of you, starting low in your stomach and spreading out to the tip of your fingers. Right there, just waiting for you to reach out and take it.

And just when you’re about to surrender to it, Billy pulls out.

“Shit,” he moans, wrapping a fist around his cock and stroking himself.

You whine at the sudden loss of contact, and fit a hand between your thighs.

Billy’s hand comes down on your butt with a crack! “Don’t,” he snaps. “Don’t you dare touch yourself.”

“What the fuck, Billy? I was so close.”

“I know.” His raspy chuckle is cut off by another groan. “I told you your mouth was going to get you in trouble. You think you can tease me all night and get away with it? Oh, honey.” He shakes his head. “You hurt my feelings, and you didn’t even say sorry. Can’t have that.”

“I’m sor–”

“Too late for that, baby.” His squeezes his eyes shut as he tumbles over the edge. “You gambled and lost. Shoulda–fuck–shoulda just asked me to dance.”

He comes with a deep rumble, spilling all over his hand and over your ass. Billy slumps against the bed beside you, a devilish grin on his face. He takes his hat off and brushes the strands of hair from his face.

You frown at him, still partly in shock from your ruined orgasm. Anger replaces surprise as your heartbeat settles down in your chest. Your wide eyes turned to slits.

Billy brushes his thumb over your pouting bottom lip. “Aw, honey. Don’t be mad at me. Had to teach you a lesson.”

“You're a dick.” You fix your underwear and dress. “And just so you know, I’m just gonna go home and get off anyways.”

"Gonna use that vibrator I got you?" Billy asks.

"None of your fucking business," You scoff.

“Yeah? Who are you gonna think about?” He crosses his arms over his chest.

“Definitely not you,” You snap, even though it was complete bullshit.

Billy smirks, catching you in the lie. “It won’t feel as good as me.” He tucks himself back into his jeans and buttons them up.

He’s right.

“I hate you,” you say, but there’s no real malice. Only mild annoyance.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. Maybe even earlier.” He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you close. Billy slots his lips against yours, his tongue darting out to tease yours. He pulls away slowly, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth.

“Text me if you need me,” he whispers.

Then he’s walking out the door, leaving you frustrated as hell.

Asshole.

#billy russo x reader #billy russo x you #billy russo smut #billy russo fanfic #billy russo #the punisher #rion writes #summerofcum2023

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beechersnope · 9 months

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Summer of Cum Days 28/29/30: ruined orgasm, loss of virginity, thigh fucking

nico/mark & jenson/nico, warnings for mild dubcon, undernegotiated kink, slut/whore used in a sexual context, 1933 words

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Nico knows that the only reason Mark sleeps with her now is because she’s already fucked everyone else first.

He wouldn’t touch her back when they were teammates; said she was too young, too inexperienced—whatever. She’d (stupidly) cared back then, thought he was breaking her heart. So maybe he’d been right about all that.

They’d only gotten off once that whole year: Nico straddling Mark’s thigh in the back of some too-loud nightclub that Jenson had dragged them all to. They hadn’t even fucked, not really. Nico came harder than she ever had before, even with her panties and Mark’s jeans depriving her of the slick glide of skin-against-skin that she’d been craving since the second she saw him that night, cocktail drunk with sweat staining his shirt collar. Mark didn’t know that Nico had still been a virgin then, but she certainly isn’t going to tell him now.

“What the bloody hell is that thing?” Mark asks, mouth curling in disgust as he nods toward Nico’s new mobile phone, which has just spilled out of her pocket during the course of her hasty undressing.

“I know you’re old, but you’re not that old,” Nico teases. She kicks off her underwear next, leaving her socks for last. She balls them up and chucks them individually at Mark’s face. “It’s a mobile, dumbass.”

“I know it’s a mobile. It’s just so…pink.”

Nico twists to grab the phone from where it's lying in a crumple of hotel sheets. It is pink. Nico likes it.

“Jealous?” she asks. She knows Mark still has some horribly outdated Nokia and can’t bear to part with it for some reason, but he’s staring at the phone in her hands with endearingly transparent curiosity, like he really hasn’t ever seen anything like it.

“Does it take photos?” he wonders.

Nico’s face slowly breaks into a smile. She nods. “Do you want to take some of me?”

Mark looks almost forlorn as he answers. “Wouldn’t be able to see them on mine,” he reminds her. “Maybe I should think about getting an upgrade.”

“Maybe you should.” Nico settles in against the stack of pillows that she carefully arranged before Mark had even arrived, but she keeps the phone tucked against her chest, resting it in the flat space between her breasts that only makes itself known when she’s lying on her back like this. She might not be able to send Mark any pictures of herself—yet—but that doesn’t mean she can’t take pictures of him instead.

“Want me to eat you out?” Mark asks, though it’s just a formality. She always does. He’s too big for Nico to handle without at least one orgasm under her belt, at which point she’ll be wet enough, relaxed enough, to finally take him without complaint.

Nico nods eagerly. “Can you—” she starts to ask, blushing a little already even as she says it. “Like before,” she adds.

Mark nods without asking for clarification. He gets up quickly, returning a few seconds later with the squeeze tube of lubricant from the bathroom that Nico had almost mistaken for her toothpaste just two nights ago. Thankfully, she’d been alone for that mishap. If anyone else had been around to see it, Nico would have at least half a dozen brand new nicknames in the paddock by now.

Nico breathes deep as Mark slicks up two fingers and carefully slides them into her ass. “Just like this?” he confirms. He’d tried to fuck her with them the first time they tried it, but Nico hadn’t been able to take the feeling. It was better like this, the just-enough sensation of fullness that enhances the sparking pleasure of Mark’s tongue in her pussy.

“Uh huh,” Nico replies roughly. Her eyes slowly flutter closed, but then Mark puts his mouth on her clit, and at that very moment, her phone vibrates insistently against her chest.

Nico flips the phone open instinctively. It’s a text. From Jenson.

room number? in a cab now xx

Nico rolls her eyes and quickly types a response. you missed your chance. busy. Technically, Mark hadn’t been her first choice.

Jenson’s reply follows embarrassingly quickly. who?? seb? lewis?

someone whos better at eating pussy than you.

Nico lets the phone fall back against her collarbone with a dull thump and glances down between her thighs, where Mark is staring up at her with a patently unimpressed expression.

“Who was that?” he asks.

“Just Jenson, being annoying. You can keep going.”

Mark shakes his head with a soft little sigh. “Yes, your highness,” he replies sarcastically.

Any potential retort from Nico gets sucked into the back of her throat as soon as he gets his mouth on her again. She likes getting eaten out by Mark better than almost anyone. He’s patient, almost lazy with it in a way that sparks pleasure all the way up her spine, sending electric tingles down her arms and legs and along the crown of her scalp. It’s almost nonsexual, really—or maybe it would be without his fingers in her ass, heightening the feeling of him methodically licking into her.

When her phone vibrates again, Nico can’t help but look. She doesn’t need to concentrate now that Mark has gotten into the rhythm, her thighs loose and slack, head floaty.

so mark then, Jenson writes. did he make u cum yet? x

no.

bitch!

Nico assumes that comment is directed at Mark. Jenson fancies himself a key player in some kind of battle for Nico’s heart—or maybe just her cunt—but Nico is pretty sure Mark doesn’t even know the war exists. Come to think of it, Seb and Lewis probably don’t either. It might just be Jenson.

still busy, Nico sends back. Mark is being a little rougher with her now. Sloppier.

“Can you try another finger?” she asks.

Mark lifts up a little, nods, and then slides both fingers out to reapply the lube.

Getting the third in takes a bit more effort. It’s a few minutes before Nico finally relaxes around the stretch of it, even when Mark is tongue-deep in her pussy again, licking hard at the underside of her clit until she practically melts into the pillows. Her phone buzzes every so often against her chest, but it’s a few minutes before Nico calms down enough to take another peek.

Jenson has practically sent her a dissertation in the meantime.

ur such a slut xx

want me 2 cum fuk u after he leaves?

i cud bring alonso n we cud both fuk u

im durnk sry i wont bring alonso xxxx

briitney britney britneyyyyy

u shud send me a pic of ur pussy plz im so hard 4 u xx

Attached is a picture of Jenson’s hand wrapped around his cock, and the shock of it makes Nico clench down embarrassingly hard around Mark’s fingers.

Nico is tempted to send a picture back, but she doesn’t want to piss Mark off even more than she already has, and she thinks that maybe using him to sext Jenson might finally exceed the limits of his patience with her.

later, Nico replies. what are you thinking about?

It takes Jenson a little longer to text back this time. fuking u on the podium. want every1 2 see wot a slut u r. gunna spread open ur pussy & show u off. my tight wet whore xx u’ll let me do anything ya?

It’s the kind of thing that wouldn’t be sexy if Nico wasn’t already devastatingly turned on. Jenson should probably send Mark a gift basket in thanks. On any other given night, she probably would have turned off her phone and gone to sleep by now.

yeah? your going to fuck my little pussy in front of everyone? make me take it?

gunna make u ride me & pour champagne all over ur tits xx

“Are you even paying attention?” Mark asks out of nowhere, sounding genuinely irked now as he lifts his head again to glare over the top of Nico’s phone at her.

“Yes,” Nico replies automatically. “Sorry.” But she doesn’t put the phone down.

Mark releases a heavy sigh. “Can I fuck you, then? If you’re not gonna…?”

Nico nods, her fingers already moving across the keys to type out another reply. want mark to watch me cum on your cock. “Just don’t come in my pussy, okay?” she tells Mark. want you to knock me up so everyone knows im yours.

The very first push of Mark’s cock into her pussy is a bit startling, but Nico is wet enough that she settles into the feeling quickly. She likes it when Mark is a bit rough with her, but he’s not giving it a hundred percent yet, instead just establishing a deep, steady rhythm until he’s bottoming out inside her on every thrust.

It’s nice, but it isn’t quite enough. Nico holds her breath until Jenson texts back again.

did u cum yet

no, she says. did you?

no want 2 see ur ruined pussy after hes done w u

Nico feels another hot flash of arousal deep in her core, and she’s just starting to craft an adequate response in her mind when Mark abruptly pulls out of her.

“What are you doing?” Nico asks, confused as to why he’s knelt between her thighs with his hand moving over his cock with purpose.

“You said not to come in your pussy,” Mark says matter-of-factly.

And then just like that, he guides himself into the tight clutch of her ass, the stretch of his fingers and the leftover lube slicking the way as he slides into her in one smooth motion.

Nico blacks out for a moment, or she thinks she does. It’s hard to think around how overwhelming it feels to be filled so completely, how good it feels. She can feel her ass clenching down around Mark’s cock, the movements wholly involuntary, her body unable to adapt to the newness of the sensation as Mark thrusts in and out of her without stopping, the pleasure of it so mind-numbing that she can’t open her mouth to ask him to stop, wait.

She comes like that, without meaning to, her pussy empty, spasming around nothing, both too much and not enough. There are no fireworks, no bone-deep satisfaction, just the feeling of Mark splitting her open and a nearly unbearable curl of pleasure in the cradle of her hips lingering like an itch she can’t reach.

Her phone vibrates again. This time, Mark takes it from her.

Nico watches as he deftly flips the phone open with his thumb, his eyes scanning the screen quickly. He keeps fucking her even while he carefully types out a message on the keypad, the movements of his thumb clumsy but purposeful. He doesn’t tell her what he’s typing. He fucks her even harder when he’s done.

Nico has to wait until Mark drops the phone back down onto her heaving stomach before she can see what he’s sent. There’s a picture.

The angle is one she’s never seen before of herself: legs open, cunt messy with her own come, all ruddy and swollen from Mark’s mouth and her own orgasm. She’s stretched obscenely wide around Mark’s cock, her hole straining around him in a way that makes her pussy twitch even though she’s just come less than a minute ago.

The accompanying text is short and to the point, a devastatingly succinct reply to Jenson’s rather uninspired: wot is he doing???

I’m in Britney’s ass. - M

#f1 smut #f1 rpf #summerofcum2023 #princess cake #my fic #no idea what the ship name is for mark/nico or if there even is one #yes nico has a pink motorola razr #duh

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sourstroll · 9 months

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Summer Of Cum 2023

Day 15 - Come as lube

Pairing: Daniel/Max

WC: 1516

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Daniel knows he shouldn’t be doing this.

Indulging his teenage teammate’s wildest fantasies was not usually something he did, but it was getting harder and harder to deny his own feelings, the teeny tiny crush that had blossomed into something Daniel wasn’t ready to face yet.

Daniel felt a sort of hot, burning shame as he watched Max move himself into place, both of them naked. Daniel was certain he would’ve backed out by now, but seeing Max in all his glory, all pale skin and baby fat, only made him want him more.

They were already a weird tangle of limbs, Daniel sitting with his legs spread and Max sat in the space between them. Max’s legs were hooked over Daniel’s thighs, lazily hugged around his waist. In this position, they could scoot close enough to have their cocks right up against each other, perfect for what Max had wanted to do.

Daniel had almost fainted when Max mentioned he had a fleshlight a week prior, even worse off when the kid conjured up this idea that he wanted to use it with Daniel.

Daniel could barely think, barely breathe, Max pouring a generous amount of lube on his cock. Daniel was already hard, of course— he’d been fighting off the urge to pop a boner all week, so it was a relief that he could finally let himself lust after Max with just him to witness it. Max had been awkward at first, jittery, giggly, permanently flushed red as he used the silicone toy on Daniel, using gentle flicks of his wrist. Daniel had to try hard not to collapse back against the bed, leaned back on his hands instead. Daniel’s brain kept conjuring up flashes of Max fucking this thing in his free time, putting all his strength into going as deep as he could, coming into the tight pocket of silicone so hard he sees stars. It shouldn’t have turned Daniel on so much, but he was so far gone for him at this point, Daniel wasn’t sure he could make excuses for himself anymore.

“How does it feel?” Max asked suddenly, still stroking Daniel. He would easily admit that he’d imagined this exact scenario a hundred different times, not ashamed of how much he wanted Daniel. “You’re so big, can’t believe you fit in there,” Max mused, using his free hand to trace the entrance, feeling how monstrously stretched it felt. It’s an obscene sight, Max staring at Daniel with those too-blue eyes and practically drooling over how Daniel’s cock looks, nestled into the sleeve, almost too big to fit.

Daniel let out a groan, much louder than the ones he’d made before. “Feels really good,” Daniel huffed and reached down to place a hand on Max’s thigh, smoothing his hand up to his tummy, feeling the hard line of muscle there, grateful to be able to touch him like this. “You feel better,” he teased, watching Max’s expression turn helpless, like he wants to sit himself in Daniel’s lap instead of using the toy. “Have you thought about this a lot, Maxie?” Daniel asked shakily.

Max nodded eagerly, pressing the fleshlight all the way down and leaving it there for a few moments, letting Daniel relish in the feeling. “It’s all I’ve been thinking about,” he admitted, accent thicker than usual.

“Is this how you do it on yourself?” Daniel breathed, biting his lip as he watched Max’s pace slow, the squelch of the fleshlight quiet between them.

“I do it faster,” Max murmured. “I imagine it’s you, sometimes,” he admitted, looking away from Daniel for a moment, wishing he could hide his embarrassment a little better.

“You make believe it’s me?” Daniel gasped, nearly losing it at the thought of Max being so into fucking him. “You’re gonna kill me, Max,” Daniel whined, resisting the urge to push his hips up into the soft silicone.

Max made sure not to stop his stroking, finally breaking eye contact with his movements to look up at Daniel. “Would you like that? Even if I’m younger?” Max asked timidly. He’d always assumed it was an age thing for Daniel, that the thought of having his much younger teammate fuck him was too far for him. If Max had it his way, he’d be plowing into Daniel most days.

“Fuck, Max,” Daniel groaned, letting his head loll back, his hand moving to rest on top of Max’s around the toy, still letting Max guide it. “You can do whatever you want to me, seriously,” he murmured, breaths getting choppier as he watched Max go faster. He felt a bit crazy with lust, like he never wanted to stop feeling like this, never wanted Max to stop being the innocent little teenager he was, spilling all his greatest desires to him.

Max recognized Daniel’s change of behavior, knowing he was getting closer by the second; it made Max move with a bit more intention. “I want to bend you over in my driver room, so I can fuck you on my couch,” Max blurted out, feeling like Daniel would appreciate a glimpse into his mind. “I think about doing it after every race, Danny.”

Daniel’s jaw was slack as Max spoke, gingerly digging his nails into Max’s wrist. He was speechless as he imagined himself, completely at Max’s mercy, getting fucked like a slut, right on the paddock. It’s not something he’d ever done before, never even thought of testing that boundary. Knowing that Max didn’t care and would rather let his post-race adrenaline take over, just to be able to have Daniel, was too much to handle all at once, and it sent him over the edge.

Daniel let out a moan that was fit for porn, eyes closing as he came inside the fleshlight, thighs shaking and hips trying to buck into the warmth of it. Max’s pace only slowed down a bit, milking the older man of his seed.

Max watched Daniel in awe, in love with how he looked when he came, even more obsessed with how well he’d reacted to the premise of getting fucked by him. “You like that idea,” Max said, more of a statement than a question. Before he pulled the toy off of him, Max leaned forward to kiss Daniel breathless, swallowing every oversensitive mewl Daniel made, pushing his tongue into the hot cavern of his mouth.

When Max did pull away, he was panting, feeling much too worked up to not do something about it. Max leaned back, reluctantly, so they had room between them again. Daniel still seemed to be gathering himself as Max pulled the toy off of him, careful not to spill any of his come. “What a waste,” he sighed, resting his weight on his free hand behind him. Max’s eyes were trained on the slit of the toy, currently dripping with Daniel’s come. He didn’t say a word as he tipped it upside down over his cock, letting a few drops fall down his length, his cock an angry red, clearly having been neglected for far too long.

Daniel hadn’t recovered yet, thrown for another loop as he watched Max lower the silicone sleeve to his tip, spreading his come around the opening even more. Daniel knew he’d never forget the sight of Max using his come to slide into the toy with ease, wanting it burned into the back of his eyelids. “Wow,” Daniel said dumbly, unable to articulate how insanely hot Max looked at the moment.

“Danny,” Max whined softly, wanting to put on a bit of a show for him as he used the toy on himself, knowing he wouldn’t last very long. “Show me how you want me to fuck you,” he instructed, as calmly as he could when he’d never taken the reigns before, not with Daniel.

Daniel’s hands moved before his brain could catch up, replacing Max’s hand on the toy like he told him to. He didn’t break eye contact with Max once, pumping faster, harder. “Like this,” he muttered, twisting his wrist for good measure. “Hard as you want, fast as you want, for as long as you want,” he purred, using his free hand to tangle into Max’s hair, pressing another passionate kiss to his mouth. “Anywhere you want,” Daniel tacked on, whispering it against his lips.

Max was never going to last, not as long as Daniel was there, being so impossibly perfect, saying all the right things and doing them even better. “Daniel,” he gasped one last time, kissing him as he came inside the fleshlight as well, mixing with Daniel’s come. He breathed harshly after pulling away, still feeling the aftershocks as Daniel pulled the toy off, setting it on the empty side of the bed.

Daniel practically tackled Max into another kiss, laying him back on the bed and using his weight to keep him pinned down. “Fuck me, please,” Daniel begged, his eyebrows furrowing as he pleaded, moving himself so he was straddling Max, desperate for him to be balls deep inside of him already.

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#better late than never hehe #I will prob keep posting these even though it’s august hehe #summerofcum2023 #sourwrites #Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen #maxiel #f1 smut #333

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