Lewis Being OBSESSED With How Y/n Looks Preggrs And Being Over Protective At The Same Time Unable To

❝ I MISS BEING SINGLE ❞

MASTERLIST!

pairing . . . f1 drivers x reader

◦∘｡ﾟ. summary . . . you prank text your boyfriend by telling you “miss being single”.

◦∘｡ﾟ. note . . . more than a month off and i’m coming back with this one texts au because i am obsessed with them😭 (thanks to @norrisleclercf1 & @percervall for cheering me on with this idea)

★ CARLOS SAINZ

★ CHARLES LECLERC

★ LANDO NORRIS

★ LEWIS HAMILTON

★ MAX VERSTAPPEN

★ OSCAR PIASTRI

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you’re so right … something about him in a button up is just so *shivers* … so if you don’t mind, what are your thoughts on ceo husband woozi?!?

- 💐 anon

now…about ceo husband woozi.

- first, let’s talk about him as a ceo—universally loved and deeply respected. he’s very humble and never makes a big deal about his position, but his quiet competence demands respect.

- and he expects this respect to be extended to you. his wife will be treated with respect and if he sees anyone doing otherwise, that person is gone. period. no second chances when it comes to you.

- he’s personable but usually reserved when interacting with his employees but when someone asks about you his face visibly lights up.

- kind of a wife-guy. in the best way. like, will make sure his schedule doesn’t interrupt lunch with you (and if someone calls he’ll very calmly remind them i’m with my wife right now. now’s not the time), will always send over a car when you’re coming to the office, etc. basically will make sure you’re comfortable and taken care of, always.

- is unaware of how hot people find him in the office. i don’t see woozi as a suit-wearing ceo but more of a shirt with sleeves rolled up (yes, this is self-indulgent) and formal pants type. plus a very expensive heavy watch he wears on his wrist, which is his only ‘show’ of wealth. and when he folds his built arms during meetings, his face all serious, the employees are LOOKING and lamenting god, i want him so bad. his wife is so lucky.

- unfortunately for them woozi has never even looked at anyone else and literally has no interest in anyone else. his entire being is devoted to you, and you’re the only one he desires.

- very proudly keeps his arm wrapped around your waist at formal events while he talks you up, his amazing wife. and at the dinners, he keeps one hand resting on your thigh, sometimes to reassure you with his presence and other times to caress and tease till you get worked up.

- speaking of getting worked up…he loves fucking you in his office. what really turns him on is a quickie before his meetings. if he has a meeting at 3:30 pm, woozi’s buried deep inside you at 3:24.

both of you are fully clothed, only his pants are unzipped and your dress has been pulled up. he makes you sit on his lap and ride him while his hands grip your waist tight. as you bounce on his dick, he groans, eyes dropping to his watch to check the time every few seconds. they’re going to be walking in here in 6 minutes. be a good little girl and cum for me. and when you tell him you can’t yet he simply says then you can cum while they all watch, because i’m not letting you go until i feel you dripping down my cock.

and so you speed up, fucking him faster as you play with your clit, his heavy grunts pushing you closer and closer until you start to cum, squeezing around his cock which always pushes him over edge. as you feel him release his warm thick cum inside you, there’s a polite knock on the door. sir, it’s time for your 3:30 meeting. should i let them in?

you quickly pull off him, both of you fixing yourselves as he tells his secretary to send them in. he smiles, giving you little tap on the ass as everyone walks in, bowing to him respectfully. come in, just give me a minute, i’m just saying goodbye to my wife. everyone bows to you politely as you walk to the door, woozi’s hand around your waist and his cum dripping down the side of your thigh.

i’ll see you at home, love. he leans in to give you a kiss on the cheek, just like a respectable ceo husband would, pretending like he didn’t just cum inside you a minute earlier.

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so, anyway, those are my thoughts on ceo husband woozi.

Hi! ur celly layout is so cute! can I request 135. Mutual masturbation w/ luke hughes?

Thank you for requesting <3

SCENARIO #135 Mutual masturbation

📞 dialling…

No one could make her feel the same way Luke did, no one else’s fingers could fill her up, reach the places like his, but unfortunately, Luke was halfway across the country on a roadie, and so all she had was her own fingers plunging in and out her cunt with Luke propped up against her pillows on her phone screen. Legs spread apart in perfect view for her boyfriend who fisted his cock with cheeks flushed pink.

“Fuck-” she gasped, trying to imagine Luke’s long fingers hitting the deepest places she couldn’t reach, “-need you, Lu, need you so bad.”

He watched her lull her head back mesmerised, his hand gripping his phone while his other stroked his cock with an increasing pace, smitten over the little mewls blasting from his phone’s speaker. All he wanted was to feel her clench around him, squeeze him tight in her walls but instead all he could do was try and create an artificial version of that same fervid heat that swirled in his stomach with every soothe from his base up his length. 

“Doin’ so well, y/n, such a good girl,” he cooed, voice gravelly as her fingers curled and drew an eager whine from her, hearing her voice whimper out his name, “miss you so fuckin’ much, baby.” 

“Show me your cock, Lu. Wanna see what I do to you.” She managed to breathe out, turning her attention to her screen. He turned his camera around, giving her the view of him fisting his pulsing cock, his moans stuttering in the background, and she knew that whimper off by heart, like a song, the whines he let slip when he was so close to his peak. “Cum for me, Lu, want you to cum.” 

“Don’t wanna, not without you.” He was so close, the knot in his stomach achingly tight and in truth, all he wanted was to cum, but he couldn’t go another day without hearing the way she called out for him upon release, the way her eyes rolled back.

Y/n’s fingers worked faster, doing her best to get herself to her to cum for him, his begging whimpers over the speaker provoking a ruthless hunger and the coil in her stomach tightened until she couldn’t take it.

“Cum with me, Lu,” she let out a high-pitched moan, watching her screen, “wanna see your face when you cum for me.” 

His view flipped again to his face, curls stuck to his forehead, emitting the nastiest groans she’d ever heard from him, and she’d know he was trying to pretend his palm was playing the part of her cunt. They both, almost as if in sync, lulled their heads with aching wrists, voices hoarse and whining out to each other as the coils loosened and coated their hands in white cream. 

Luke panted heavily, eyelids heavy before tilting his head back to his screen, eyes scanning and capturing the pretty sight of his girlfriend’s naked chest rising and falling with glistening folds spread just for him, “Miss you so much, y/n. Three more days and I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk.”

“You,” she panted with a lazy smile at him, picking up her phone to bring it closer to her face, “promise?” 

“I promise. Now get some sleep and I’ll call tomorrow.”

slam!

pairings: f1 grid x fem!reader

word count: 4.3k

warnings: cussing, sexual innuendos, manipulation ig, lying in a way, it’s a prank, fluff

authors note: first official fic since my writing slump! i hope it’s okay! and im so so sorry if it’s ass lol, also you can see where i had no inspiration vs. where i did…please ignore that 😭, any feedback is appreciated and please like, comment, and reblog!! hope you enjoy!!

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Charles

The drive to the mall was filled with easy conversation and laughter. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm orange glow over the city as you and Charles made your way through the bustling streets. Charles had one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting on your thigh, a comfortable silence settling between the two of you.

You had planned this trip to Sephora for weeks now, eager to replenish your makeup supplies and maybe splurge on some new products. Charles had tagged along, promising to help you pick out new shades and scents, even though you knew he was more excited about the ice cream shop next door.

As you pulled into the parking lot, you felt a mischievous idea brewing in your mind. You wanted to test Charles' patience and see how he would react to a sudden, nonsensical argument. You knew it was silly, but something about the idea made you giggle internally.

Charles parked the car, and you both unbuckled your seat belts. Just as he was about to open his door, you decided to strike.

"Why do you always do that?" you snapped, turning to him with an exaggerated huff.

Charles froze, his hand still on the door handle. "Do what?" he asked, clearly puzzled by your sudden change in tone.

"You know what you did," you said, crossing your arms and glaring at him.

Charles blinked, completely taken aback. "I honestly have no idea what you're talking about, Y/N. Can you please explain?"

You let out an exasperated sigh, rolling your eyes dramatically. "Every single time we go somewhere, you always do this! It's like you don't even care!"

Charles' brow furrowed, confusion written all over his face. "What did I do? I parked the car! What's wrong with that?"

"Never mind," you said, shaking your head and opening your door. "Just forget it, Charles. I'm going to Sephora."

Before he could respond, you slammed the car door shut with a loud bang, making sure to give it an extra push for emphasis. You could see his bewildered expression through the window as you stormed off toward the mall entrance.

Charles sat in the car for a moment, trying to process what had just happened. His initial confusion slowly turned into a mix of frustration and concern. Had he really done something to upset you? He replayed the last few minutes in his mind, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

With a deep sigh, he got out of the car and locked it, jogging slightly to catch up with you. He found you standing in front of Sephora, arms still crossed and a pout on your lips.

"Y/N, wait," he called out, his voice a mix of irritation and worry. "Can we please talk about this?"

You turned to him, your expression softening just a fraction. "What's there to talk about, Charles? You always do this."

"Do what?" he asked, genuinely perplexed. "I really don't understand."

You bit your lip, trying to suppress a smile. "You always park too close to the other cars. It makes it hard for me to get out."

Charles' eyes widened in realization, and he let out a relieved laugh. "That's what this is about? Y/N, I'm so sorry. I didn't even think about that. I'll be more careful next time, I promise."

You felt a pang of guilt for making him worry, but the sight of his relieved smile made it worth it. You uncrossed your arms and took a step closer to him.

"Okay, fine," you said, your voice softening. "I forgive you. But you better not do it again."

Charles reached out and pulled you into a hug, his arms wrapping around you tightly. "I promise, I won't," he said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Now, let's go get your makeup."

You smiled against his chest, feeling the warmth of his embrace. "And ice cream?"

"And ice cream," he agreed, pulling back to look at you with a grin. "Anything for you."

"Charles," you said, lifting your head up from his chest. "I have to confess something."

Charles looked at you with curiosity. "What is it, love?"

You took a deep breath, feeling a mix of guilt and amusement. "I wasn’t really mad at you... it was a joke. I wanted to see how you'd react."

Charles blinked in surprise, then let out a chuckle. "You little troublemaker," he said, wrapping an arm around your waist. "You had me worried there for a moment."

"I'm sorry," you said, standing on your tiptoes to give him a quick kiss. "I didn't mean to mess with your feelings. To make it up to you, how about I spoil you with whatever you want from the ice cream shop?"

Charles grinned, his eyes lighting up. "I think I can forgive you for that. As long as I get to pick the flavors."

"Deal," you said, smiling up at him. "And I'll throw in a foot massage later, too."

"Now you're talking," Charles said, giving you a playful squeeze. "Just don't make a habit of these fake arguments, alright?"

"I promise," you said, kissing him again. "No more fake arguments. Just lots of love and ice cream."

Charles laughed, pulling you close. "That's all I need."

Lewis

The sun was shining brightly as you and Lewis drove to your favorite ice cream shop. The plan was to enjoy a treat and then stroll through the nearby park. Lewis had been looking forward to this all week, a rare weekend off from the rigorous F1 schedule.

As you approached the shop, an idea formed in your mind. You decided to playfully test Lewis with a fake argument, curious to see his reaction.

Lewis parked the car smoothly, and you both unbuckled your seat belts. Just as he reached for the door handle, you pounced.

"Why do you always do that?" you asked, your tone sharp and accusing.

Lewis turned to you, his eyebrows raised in surprise. "Do what, babe?"

"Every time we go somewhere, you always find a way to make it about you," you said, crossing your arms and glaring at him.

Lewis looked genuinely puzzled. "What are you talking about, Y/N? We're getting ice cream. How is this about me?"

You sighed dramatically. "You always pick the spot to park without asking me if it's okay. It's like you don't even care about my opinion."

Lewis blinked, trying to process your sudden outburst. "I… I'm sorry, I didn't realize that bothered you. I just thought it was a good spot."

"Never mind," you said, shaking your head and opening your door. "I'm going inside."

You got out of the car and slammed the door behind you, glancing back to see Lewis sitting in stunned silence. You felt a pang of guilt but continued walking toward the ice cream shop.

Lewis quickly recovered and followed you inside, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. He caught up to you as you reached the counter.

"Y/N, wait," he said softly, touching your arm. "I'm really sorry if I upset you. I didn't mean to."

You turned to him, your annoyance melting away at the sight of his sincere eyes. "It's just… sometimes I feel like you don't consider my opinions."

Lewis nodded, his face serious. "I understand. I promise I'll be more mindful in the future. I never want you to feel like I don't care."

You smiled, feeling a rush of affection for him. "Okay, I forgive you. Now, let's get some ice cream."

Lewis grinned, pulling you into a quick hug. "Thank you. And I'll let you pick the spot next time."

As you ordered your ice cream and found a cozy spot to sit, you couldn't help but feel a bit guilty for starting the argument. But Lewis' genuine concern and quick apology made you appreciate him even more.

After a few bites of your ice cream, you decided it was time to come clean. "Lewis," you began, looking up at him with a sheepish smile.

"Yes, love?" he replied, his eyes filled with curiosity.

"I have a confession to make," you said, feeling a bit nervous. "That argument just now… it was a joke. I was bored and I just wanted to see how you'd react."

Lewis stared at you for a moment, then burst into laughter. "You really had me there, Y/N! I was so worried I did something wrong."

"I'm sorry," you said, reaching out to hold his hand. "I didn't mean to mess with your feelings. To make it up to you, how about I get you that perfume you wanted from Dior?”

Lewis' eyes sparkled with amusement and affection. "You don't have to spoil me, love. But I'll take you up on that offer. And maybe a massage later?"

"Absolutely," you said, leaning in to kiss him softly. "Anything for you."

Max

The drive to the mall was filled with excitement. Max had promised to help you pick out a new pair of sneakers, and you were looking forward to spending the day together. As you approached the mall, you decided to prank Max. Max parked the car, and you both unbuckled your seat belts. As he reached for his phone to check the time, you decided to that’s was your “issue”.

"Why do you always do that?" you asked, your tone sharp and accusing.

Max looked up at you, clearly puzzled. "Do what?"

"You always check your phone right when we arrive somewhere," you said, crossing your arms. "It's like you're more interested in your phone than spending time with me."

Max blinked, taken aback. "I was just checking the time, Y/N. I didn't mean anything by it."

"It feels like you're always distracted," you continued, pretending to be upset. "Like I have to compete for your attention."

Max's expression softened with concern. "I'm sorry if it feels that way. I promise I'm here with you, 100%. I just wanted to make sure we weren't late."

"Never mind," you said, opening your door. "I'm going inside."

You slammed the car door behind you and walked toward the mall entrance, leaving Max sitting there, clearly confused and worried. You glanced back to see him frowning, running a hand through his hair.

Max quickly got out of the car and caught up with you. "Y/N, wait. Did I really do something wrong?"

You turned to him, trying to keep a straight face. "It's just frustrating when it feels like I'm not your priority."

Max sighed deeply, his eyes full of regret. "I'm so sorry. I'll make sure to put my phone away and focus on us. I never want you to feel like you're second to anything."

You felt a wave of guilt but maintained your act. "Okay, fine. Just don't let it happen again."

Max nodded earnestly. "I promise. Let's go find those sneakers."

As you both wandered through the mall, Max was extra attentive, making sure to engage in conversation and keep his phone tucked away. You started to feel bad for starting the fake argument but were also touched by his efforts.

As soon as you neared the sneaker store, you decided it was time to come clean. "Max," you said, looking at him with a small smile.

"Yeah?" he replied, his eyes full of concern.

"I need to tell you something," you said, feeling a bit nervous. "I was just messing with you earlier, I was never mad at you for checking your phone. I just wanted to prank you and see how you'd react."

Max stared at you for a moment before chuckling softly. "I was so worried I did something to upset you. You really had me there, baby."

"I'm sorry," you said, reaching out to hold his hand. "I didn't mean to mess with your feelings. To make it up to you, how about I buy you anything you want from the next store?"

Max's eyes lit up with amusement. "You don't have to, but I won't say no to that offer."

"And I'll bake you your favorite cookies later," you added, leaning in to kiss him softly. "Anything to make it up to you."

Max grinned, pulling you into a hug. "Sounds like a perfect evening to me baby."

Lando

The drive to the electronics store was filled with excitement. Lando had been talking about getting a pc setup and you were looking forward to helping him pick one out. As you pulled into the parking lot, you decided to play a little prank on Lando.

Lando parked the car, and you both unbuckled your seat belts. Just as he was about to step out, you struck.

"Why do you always do that?" you asked, your tone sharp and accusing.

Lando turned to you, genuinely confused. "Do what?"

"You always take forever to decide on things," you said, crossing your arms. "It's like you can't make up your mind about anything."

Lando blinked, clearly taken aback. "I just like to weigh my options. What's wrong with that?"

"It feels like you're wasting time," you said, pretending to be annoyed. "Like you don't care about getting things done quickly."

Lando's expression shifted from confusion to concern. "I'm sorry if it bothers you. I just want to make sure we make the right choice."

"Never mind," you said, opening your door. "I'm going inside."

You slammed the car door behind you and walked toward the store, leaving Lando sitting there, clearly puzzled and a bit hurt. You glanced back to see him frowning, trying to figure out what just happened.

Lando quickly got out of the car and caught up with you. "Y/N, wait, what are you so mad? I don’t understand. Did I really do something wrong?"

You turned to him, trying to keep a straight face. "It's just frustrating when it feels like you can't make a decision."

Lando sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I didn't realize it was an issue. I'll try to be quicker next time, I promise."

You felt a pang of guilt but maintained your act. "Okay, fine. Just don't let it happen again."

Lando nodded earnestly. "I promise. Let's go."

As you both wandered through the store, you decided it was time to come clean. "Lando," you said, looking at him with a small smile.

"Yeah?" he replied, his eyes full of concern.

"I need to tell you something," you said, feeling a bit nervous. "I’m not mad that you take time to weigh out your options. It’s one of the things I love about you! I was just bored and decided to play a prank on you."

Lando stared at you for a moment before bursting out laughing. "Y/N….you had me so worried. I was like “What the fuck?! Why is she mad?!’ I was so worried I did something to upset you, I was about to take you to Marc Jacobs to get you that purse and perfume you wanted."

"I'm sorry," you said, reaching out to hold his hand. "I didn't mean to mess with your feelings. To make it up to you, how about I buy you with anything you want from a store of your choosing?"

Lando's eyes lit up with amusement. "You don't have to, but I won't say no to that offer."

"And I'll give you a special massage later," you added, leaning in to kiss him softly on his neck.

Lando grinned, pulling you into a hug. "How about we go home now for that massage hmm."

"Nope, we have to get our things first! And then we can go home." you said, smiling at him and winking.

Carlos

The drive to the new restaurant you both had been eager to try was filled with excitement. Carlos had been talking about the place for weeks, and you were looking forward to a nice dinner together. As you pulled into the parking lot, you decided to test Carlos's patience with a fake argument.

Carlos parked the car, and you both unbuckled your seat belts. Just as he reached for his wallet, you struck.

"Why do you always do that?" you asked, your tone sharp and accusing.

Carlos turned to you, genuinely puzzled. "Do what?"

"You always insist on paying for everything," you said, crossing your arms. "It's like you don't think I can take care of myself."

Carlos blinked, clearly taken aback. "I just want to treat you. What's wrong with that?"

"It feels like you're undermining my independence," you continued, pretending to be upset. "Like you don't think I can contribute."

Carlos's expression shifted from confusion to mild annoyance. "Y/N, this is ridiculous. I'm just trying to help."

You opened your mouth to continue, but Carlos cut you off. He leaned over, his hand gripping your neck gently but firmly, pulling you close. His eyes bore into yours with a mix of authority and affection.

"I don't want to hear that nonsense," he said, his voice low and commanding. "I pay for everything and will always pay for everything. You're my girl, and I love to spoil you and buy you whatever you want. Complain all you want, but nothing is changing. Anything that has a price on it, I buy it. Not you. End of discussion."

Before you could respond, Carlos pressed his lips against yours in a rough, passionate kiss that left you breathless. When he pulled back, he released your neck and stepped out of the car, leaving you stunned. A moment later, he came around to your side, opened the door, and helped you out, his hand gently guiding you.

You were still silent as you walked towards the restaurant, your mind racing from the intensity of the moment. Finally, you found your voice. "That was hot... really, really hot…and sexy. I think…I wet myself a little bit."

Carlos laughed, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He leaned down and kissed your forehead. "Good to know," he whispered in your ear, his hand giving your ass a playful slap. "Just wait until later, baby. I'll show you more of what you like."

Oscar

The drive to the new amusement park was filled with excitement. Oscar had been talking about going on the latest roller coasters for weeks, and you were looking forward to a fun-filled day together. As you pulled into the parking lot, you decided to play a little prank on Oscar to see how he would react.

Oscar parked the car, and you both unbuckled your seat belts. Just as he reached for his backpack, you struck.

“Why do you always do that?” you asked, your tone sharp and accusing.

Oscar looked up at you, genuinely confused. “Do what?”

“You always decide which rides we go on first,” you said, crossing your arms. “It’s like you don’t think I can pick something fun.”

Oscar blinked, clearly taken aback. “I just thought you liked the same rides as me. What’s wrong with that?”

“It feels like you don’t trust my choices,” you continued, pretending to be upset. “Like my voice doesn't matter.”

Oscar’s expression shifted from confusion to concern. “I didn’t realize you felt that way. I’m sorry if it seemed like I was ignoring your feelings baby.”

“Well, it does,” you said, opening your door. “Maybe you should think about that.”

Oscar quickly got out of the car and came around to your side, gently grabbing your arm to stop you. “Y/N, wait. I really didn’t mean to upset you. Can we talk about this?”

You turned to him, trying to keep a straight face but starting to feel bad about the prank. “Oscar, it’s just frustrating when it feels like you don’t consider my choices.”

Oscar sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I had no idea you felt this way. From now on, we’ll make all the decisions together. I promise.”

You couldn’t keep up the act any longer and burst into laughter. “Oscar, I’m so sorry baby. It was just a prank. I wanted to see how you’d react.”

Oscar stared at you for a moment before chuckling softly. “You really had me there, Y/N. I was so scared that I really messed up.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, reaching out to hold his hand. “I didn’t mean to mess with your feelings. I just wanted to see what you’d do.”

Oscar grinned, pulling you into a hug. “Well, you got me good. But next time, maybe pick a less heart-stopping prank, okay?”

You laughed, feeling relieved that he wasn’t mad. “Deal. Now, let’s go enjoy the carnival?”

Oscar nodded, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Absolutely. And you can choose the first ride.”

“We are definitely doing the Kingda Ka roller coaster first.” you said with a smile on your face.

As you walked towards the entrance of the amusement park, you knew the day was going to be filled with laughter, thrills, and unforgettable moments.

Sebastian

The drive to the new bookstore was filled with excitement. Sebastian had been talking about a new release he was eager to get his hands on, and you were looking forward to spending some quiet time browsing the shelves together. As you pulled into the parking lot, you decided to test his patience with a fake argument.

Seb parked the car, and you both unbuckled your seat belts. Just as he reached for his reusable shopping bag, you struck.

“Why do you always do that?” you asked, your tone sharp and accusing.

Seb looked up at you, genuinely puzzled. “Do what?”

“You always insist on carrying everything,” you said, crossing your arms. “It’s like you don’t think I’m strong enough to help.”

Seb blinked, clearly taken aback. “I just want to make it easier for you. What’s wrong with that?”

“It feels like you don’t think I can handle it,” you continued, pretending to be upset. “Like you don’t trust me to carry my weight.”

Seb’s expression shifted from confusion to mild annoyance. “Y/N, this is ridiculous. I’m just trying to help.”

You opened your mouth to continue, but Seb interrupted you. “Enough, baby. Arguing about this is pointless. I’m going to carry the bags because I want to. And I like taking care of you. Deal with it.”

Before you could respond, Sebastian grabbed your hair gently but firmly and pulled you into a rough kiss. His lips pressed against yours with an intensity that made your heart race. When he finally pulled back, he looked into your eyes with a mixture of authority and affection.

“Understand?” he asked softly.

You nodded, still a bit breathless. “Yes, sir.”

Sebastian smiled and released his hold on your hair, his eyes softening. “Good. Now, let’s go find that book.”

Jenson

The drive to the local farmer’s market was filled with anticipation. Jenson had been excited to pick out fresh ingredients for dinner, and you were looking forward to spending a relaxing afternoon together. As you pulled into the parking lot, you decided to test his patience with a fake argument.

Jenson parked the car, and you both unbuckled your seat belts. Just as he reached for his shopping list, you struck.

“Why do you always do that?” you asked, your tone sharp and accusing.

Jenson looked up at you, genuinely puzzled. “Do what?”

“You always decide what we’re having for dinner and pick out all the ingredients,” you said, crossing your arms. “It’s like you don’t think I can handle it or make a decision.”

Jenson blinked, clearly taken aback. “I just want to make sure we have a great meal. What’s wrong with that?”

“It feels like you don’t trust my cooking skills,” you continued, pretending to be upset. “Like my preferences don’t matter.”

Jenson’s expression shifted from confusion to mild annoyance. “Y/N, this is ridiculous. I’m just trying to make sure tonight’s meal is special.”

You opened your mouth to continue, but Jenson interrupted you. He leaned over, his hand gripping your neck gently but firmly, pulling you close. His eyes bore into yours with a mix of authority and affection.

“I don’t want to hear that nonsense,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “I pick the ingredients and plan the meals because I enjoy doing it for us. Plus, this argument is stupid because you cooked dinner for us two days ago.”

Before you could respond, Jenson pressed his lips against yours in a rough, passionate kiss that left you breathless. When he pulled back, he released your neck and stepped out of the car, leaving you stunned. A moment later, he came around to your side, opened the door, and helped you out, his hand gently guiding you.

As you walked toward the market, you found your voice. “I didn’t expect that reaction. It lowkey turned me on.”

Jenson turned to you with a smirk on his face, “Lowkey?”

“Okay, yes that definitely turned me on.” you said, turning away shyly.

Jenson chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Well, I guess I really know how to handle you then.”

You smiled, feeling butterflies in your stomach. “It was just a prank, but if that’s how you’re going to react, I definitely have to pull some more.”

Jenson laughed, shaking his head. “Oh, you don’t need to, baby. You get me like this just by being yourself.”

You grinned, feeling a warmth spread through you. “Are you sure we need to cook dinner? I’m sure we can just go home now and do something very, very important first. We can order some takeout after.”

Jenson smirked, his eyes darkening with desire. “As much as I would love that, we are cooking this meal. But after we’re done, we will definitely do that something.”

He winked at you, making your heart race with anticipation.

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hey, this is the first fic i’ve ever written. i just wrote about stuff i like! sorry if the pacing’s a little off. i’ve read this too many times and i feel like it moves a bit fast, but i tried my best lol.

jeongin x reader, dog hybrid jeongin, posessive, jealousy, dubious consent, marking, size difference, size kink, nipple play, multiple orgasms, breeding, knotting, biting

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“innie, i’m home!” you call out as you shut the door behind you. you hear the jingling of jeongin’s collar as he is alerted from wherever he was napping and comes to the door to greet you.

“y/n!” jeongin’s brown eyes crease and sparkle when he gives you a big smile. he gets all up in your space, tail wagging, and begins to scent you now that you’re back in your shared home for the night.

after a minute, though, his tail halts its movement and he pauses, nose in your neck. he sniffs thoroughly, then moves to your hair and sniffs around some more. here he finds something that makes a quiet growl begin to rumble in his throat.

“innie?” you put your hands on his tense shoulders and notice the hair on the back of his neck is raised.

“y/n… who were you with today?” jeongin looks at you and his eyes have gone dark. who were you with today? you just went to work like usual… oh, right.

“oh, one of my coworkers brought their hybrid in at lunch today. he was another doggy, so maybe that’s why you can smell him so much. i just let him sit in my lap for a little while we ate, that’s all.”

jeongin moves until he is standing over you. “that’s all?”

this is beginning to feel strange. jeongin has never acted like this before. what’s so unsettling about the scent of this dog on you?

you narrow your eyes. “yes, that’s all. what’s the issue?”

jeongin leans over, takes your hair in his hand, and brings it to his face. breathing in whatever scent lingers on it, a growl rumbles from his chest again. “this guy really liked you, y/n... he must have been having a great time, sitting in your lap, rubbing his scent all over you. he smells like he couldn’t get enough.”

“jeongin,” you scold, “i don’t know what you’re suggesting, but it sounds very inappropriate. all we did was sit, and i pet him a little and shared some food. now if it really bothers you so much, i can go shower. but the way you’re acting-“

you’re cut off by another, louder growl and jeongin’s hand moves from holding your hair in his hand to gripping the base of your scalp. he’s now looming over you, the glint in his eyes having turned predatory.

“you fed him? what is he, a bitch? this guy is so desperate he goes around spreading his horny scent on any human? on my human?” his grip on your hair tightens.

you’ve definitely never seen your pup act like this before. his hand is large and strong where it tugs on your hair, and his large frame towers over you menacingly. “innie, you’re scaring me. i-i’ll go take a shower-“

“no. you’re gonna sit right there and i’m gonna make sure you and that bitch know who you belong to.”

“innie-“

you can’t get another word in before his mouth is on yours, hot and commanding and all-consuming. he kisses you like he’s been holding himself back for months, and his other hand comes up to hold the side of your jaw in order to kiss you deeper. you whimper into his mouth, overwhelmed, and grasp at his shoulders. the kiss is purposeful, dominating, and filthy.

once jeongin has thoroughly claimed your mouth, he uses the grip he has on your hair to tilt your head back and nose down your neck once more. he breathes hotly across your jaw and ear and nips at the column of your throat. once he reaches the sensitive area above your collar bone, he flattens his tongue on the skin and moans out loud.

you are completely shocked at jeongin’s sudden dominating behavior, but you can’t deny the intense heat beginning to gather in your stomach at his rough treatment and possessive words. has he always thought of you as his? your mind quickly reflects on how he has acted when in public with you, how he sticks close to your side and stares down every stranger protectively, how he has a habit of clinging to you at home, wrapping you up in his big arms and pulling you against himself contentedly. he gets anxious letting you out of his sight and doesn’t particularly like when you bring people over. he is always keeping an eye on you, making sure you’re safe, and takes his job guarding the house very seriously. you can begin to see how it could seem that you belong to him instead of the other way around.

jeongin sucks on that spot on your neck until it’s raw, sure to leave a dark mark in the near future. he marks up the entire side of your throat and makes his way back down to your collarbones until he is interrupted by your shirt. thoroughly displeased, he lets out an annoyed growl before gripping the material of you shirt and, without hesitation, tearing it straight down the middle.

his increasingly animalistic behavior continues to concern you as much as it turns you on, as does the dark, possessive look in his eyes as he takes in your exposed upper body.

“i-innie… what’s gotten into you?”

his eyes briefly lock onto yours before he is lifting you by the waist and effortlessly throwing you over his shoulder. you let out a surprised squeak as your panties dampen even more at the blatant show of strength. he’s always been big, but he hardly ever shows the strength he possesses, especially not by manhandling you.

jeongin carries you all the way to your room where he deposits you on your bed. he immediately takes off his own sweater before crawling back over you and grabbing at your exposed skin. he leans his weight down on you as he gets his mouth back on you, sucking more marks possessively into your neck and chest. when his tongue finds your nipple, his lips latch onto it and he lets out a low, drawn out moan.

innie has always liked your chest. you’ve always tried to bat his curious hands away when he grabs at you, but he somehow always seems to end up with his hands on your tits and your tummy while cuddling you, his chin hooked over your shoulder and letting out little content huffs. you usually try to ignore it, but your tits have always been sensitive, especially your nipples. you tell yourself it’s innocent, that he’s just showing his affection, but now, with his lips closed around your nipple and tongue working the sensitive bud, you see how far his fixation really extends.

“fuck, innie- baby-“

he lets out another moan when your hands find his hair, sucking gently and tantalizingly as his hands cup your tits and bring them closer to his face. when he shifts to move his mouth to your other nipple, you feel his pelvis press against your thigh and realize for the first time how affected he is. you can feel an impressive length, hot and thick through his sweatpants. the thought muddles your brain as he continues his gentle, mind-numbing stimulation on your sensitive nipples. you can’t help the noises that leave you and his hips begin to grind his length into your plush thigh.

jeongin’s mouth detaches from your tit and he lets out a groan. “need you…” he growls, pushing his hips against you and sending another rush of heat down to your already soaked panties. “smell so good. so good all for me. mine.”

he tugs your pants off hurriedly and practically rips your panties off of you. he wastes no time in tugging his own sweatpants and boxers down, deciding he’s had enough of waiting. the sight of the massive length that you had felt against your thigh makes your eyes go wide. he parts your soaked folds with the fat head and prods against your entrance without delay.

“innie— wait—!”

jeongin doesn’t hesitate before pushing his hips forward. he growls as your little pussy struggles to accommodate his size, and your jaw drops at the stretch.

“fuuuuuck— haah, jeonginnie- nngh- won’t fit!”

but he simply lets out another deep growl and continues to push inch after inch of his massive cock into your tight cunt.

“gonna make it fit… fuck, baby…”

the name he’s never called you before makes your pussy clench around him, causing him to moan once again. with a determined grunt, he forces the last few inches into your little pussy, stuffing you absolutely full.

just the stretch of him makes your eyes roll back and your back arch off the bed. his big dick is reaching sensitive spots you never knew existed, stretching your tight walls open to just to fit inside. he’s holding you down by your hips, eyes locked on the place you’re connected, pelvis pushed flush against you. you’ve never felt so full in your life. it’s overwhelming.

“innie, puppy, oh fuck— i can’t… oh my god, so big, baby, oh my god—“ you babble mindlessly, already feeling the edge approaching. his hips begin to rock into you slowly, not pulling out, just making you feel the utterly satisfying press of him deep in the back of your pussy.

“baby. baby. all mine… all mine.” jeongin presses his nose back into the column of your neck and breathes you in deeply. he lets out a long groan before pulling out slowly, almost completely, and thrusting back in forcefully.

the sheer size of him filling you up again all at once makes you scream, arms grabbing at the sheets helplessly, your pussy spasming through an intense orgasm. he stays pressed inside you and his fingers come up to rub you through it.

“fuuuck, baby. so tight.” jeongin barely gives you time to recover before he lifts himself up on his strong arms and thrusts into your sensitive pussy again, and again, building a pace that has him reaching deep into you with every push.

your mind is struggling to keep up with the intense pleasure rocking through your body. eventually your body gives in and goes limp, letting him manhandle you and bounce you on his dick using his grip on your hips. he lets out animalistic grunts and growls every time he thrusts up into you, and you swear your mind goes empty the more he abuses the sensitive depths of your pussy.

he shifts so that his knees are closer to your body, bending your legs up and towards your chest and leaning over you to pin your wrists above your head. the angle allows him to slide somehow even deeper. when he resumes his punishing pace, you realize with a loud, startled moan that he is now hitting your g-spot with direct accuracy with every thrust. it makes you involuntarily clamp down even harder and you start to tear up from the overwhelming pleasure.

one of innie’s hands leaves your wrists and you feel him rub the plush softness of your tummy. “oh god…” he thrusts deep again, and that’s when you feel it. “fuck baby, you feel me right here? right here in your tummy?”

you look down, placing your hand over his, and sure enough, there is a noticeable bulge in your tummy every time he pushes his massive dick into you. the thought makes you groan and tighten up again, and you feel another orgasm approaching.

“nngh. so deep, huh? gonna cum in you so deep, baby. gonna put all my cum in you and knot you up. all mine. gonna knot you so full, all for me.”

you moan helplessly as your second orgasm crashes over you, tears spilling down your face as jeongin’s pace doesn’t falter. “oh, you like that, huh? you want my pups, baby? you gonna carry my litter in your tummy?”

you’re still cumming around him as his filthy words reach your ears. you’ve always had a weakness for breeding, and of course you’ve always been weak for your puppy.

“fuuuck, please innie! oh my god— aah, please—“

suddenly, jeongin is pulling out of you and lifting you up by the waist. he manhandles you until he’s seated against the headboard with you on top of him, and sinks you back down on his cock. you let out a long moan as each new position feels like he’s reaching new depths in your guts. he’s simply that big.

he lets you settle onto his lap for a minute before grabbing your hips with his big hands and lifting you straight up, and beginning to bounce you on his dick like you weigh nothing. like a fleshlight. every display of his strength and power over you is insanely hot and has you whimpering in his hold all over again. the complete loss of control of going from owning to being owned has your mind spinning.

jeongin tucks his head close to your ear and speaks in that low, growly voice he’s adopted. “gonna breed you just like this. ‘m gonna fill you so full of cum and then i’m gonna fuck you again, yeah? gonna fill you ‘till it takes, baby. then everyone’s gonna know you’re mine.”

you can’t do anything except moan and drool and let him use your pussy, and it’s the best feeling you’ve ever felt. when you start to feel something catch on the way into your pussy, your eyes widen. does jeongin actually have a knot? fuck, there’s no way you can take it. his dick is already too big. there is just no way.

when you start to squirm in his hold, jeongin growls in displeasure and tightens his bruising grip on your hips. “nuh-uh. you’re gonna take it. gonna make it fit, told you. be a good slut and take my knot.”

he continues to bounce you on roughly his cock until it begins to become impossible to lift you off his knot anymore. that’s when he reaches his hand down to your soaked pussy and uses his middle finger to rub furiously at your clit while grinding his hips.

“there you go baby. cum for me again. cum on my fucking knot. squeeze your little pussy on me, come on.”

it’s then that the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had explodes through you. your vision goes white for a few moments, and when you come to, jeongin is pinning your hips down onto his lap like his life depends on it and growling into your ear, “good girl. fucking take it. milk my knot with your tight pussy, holy shit—“

he’s wrapping his arms around your waist securely, pushing his hips up into you, pressing his big knot as deep as it will go, and he’s finally biting the junction of your shoulder with a snarl and you begin to feel his cum pump into you. the pain of the wound in your neck blurs with the pleasure of being filled by spurt after spurt of his cum straight into your womb. and he’s still cumming. you’ve never felt so full in your life.

jeongin removes his sharp teeth from your neck and begins gingerly licking the wound, still growling quietly every few seconds as he continues to pump you full. you’ve gone completely dead weight on his lap, head lolling onto his shoulder and whimpering with every roll of his hips and he’s still cumming. you feel jeongin’s hand return to your tummy and gently rub the area where he’s been filling you up.

you look down at your tummy again and sure enough, he’s filled you with so much cum that your belly has started to get round.

“so good.” he whispers into your neck. “did so good for me. taking all my cum. gonna get you nice and pregnant, baby. nice and full of my puppies.”

“innie, stop it…” you moan.

he shushes you and guides your head to rest on his shoulder. “shhh. it’s ok. you don’t have to worry about anything. just go to sleep, yeah? my beautiful girl.” he strokes your hair and you feel his cock twitch in you again. your body is completely spent, eyes drooping shut as he continues to whisper in your ear. “such a good girl. all mine now, yeah? my girl. gonna get you all pregnant so everyone’s gonna know. all mine…”

the last thing you remember before succumbing to your exhaustion is feeling jeongin kiss gently at your new mark he left on your shoulder and feeling completely safe and content in his strong arms.

High Risk, High Reward- Blackpool Combat Club, Eddie Kingston, Santana and Ortiz

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ MINORS DNI, just pure unholiness, backstage orgy, blood, manhandling, choking, oral sex (male receiving), fingering, use of the names whore, slut, and princess, spitting, unprotected sex (please use a condom), creampie

Word Count: 1,994

So this is for @nething4perfection as a surprise just because... and because we are both on our BCC, Eddie, 'Tana and 'Tiz shit. Love ya honey!

This time surprisingly I will not be using government names but ring names

Blood. There was so much blood. It usually made you squeamish but seeing your men beat the absolute holy hell out of the Jericho Appreciation Society made you unconsciously squeeze your thighs together.

You winced when Bryan and Mox took some of those hard blows, and the fire in your stomach increased when you saw Eddie all bloodied and walking to the ring with a gas can. You let out a groan when the referee rang the bell in favor of the J.A.S. They looked rough to say the least; Bryan was barely stirring after being choked out, the other referees had just pulled Mox out of the barbed wire, Eddie hadn’t even moved yet, and you had no clue where Santana and Ortiz were.

You knew that this defeat, especially to Jericho was going to piss them off. In the end, that thrilled you even more so because you knew angry sex was in your future.

And you loved angry sex.

You could hear the heavy footsteps getting closer to the locker room, and no sooner did you open the door was a bloody hand wrapped around your throat. Bryan. Another hand yanks your hair hard. Mox.

Unconsciously you can feel yourself going down on your knees as Mox and Bryan use their free hands to free their cocks from their pants. Once they were free it was like a melee, your mouth became their own personal flesh light as they took turns fucking your throat.

“I think the little slut can take both of us together, what do you think Mox?” Bryan asked Mox almost rhetorically; out of the corner of your eye you could see Santana and Ortiz stalking you, as if you were prey and Eddie was leaning against the wall; his bloody features focused solely on you.

“Open wide Princess.” Mox grinned his familiar shark-like grin, and you opened your mouth as wide as you could; gagging slightly when both men shoved their cocks down your throat. Their pace would change constantly; one minute they were thrusting together and the next they were taking turns thrusting in and out of your mouth.

You whimpered around their cocks and peered up at them through your watering eyes. You gave them a wide-eyed, almost innocent look that completely contrasted the fact that your mouth was currently stuffed full of two cocks.

"Such a good little whore. I bet you would swallow all of our cocks if they could all fit. Would you like that? Would you like for us to fuck you stupid?" Santana started speaking the filthiest things and it made you let out another whine which made Mox and Bryan try and shove their cocks further in.

"Somebody likes the attention." Ortiz teased as he, Santana, and Eddie could see the growing wet spot on the back of your jeans. You let out a loud choking noise when Bryan and Mox shoved their cocks as far as they could go, making you deep throat them.

You tapped their thighs rapidly, you were losing oxygen, they pulled out and you let out gasp, coughing slightly as you tried to regain your breath, two trails of drool connecting your mouth to their cocks.

A whine escaped your throat as Mox yanked your head back so you’d look up at him, you could feel his fingers pulling a few strands out. “Open.” He snarled and you opened your mouth. He spit in it and without prompting you swallowed it and showed him an empty mouth, “good girl”

“Fuck” you hear Eddie swear and out of the corner of your eye you can see him pacing like an angry animal in a cage. Mox relinquishes his grip on your hair as Bryan lets go of your throat, your partners have a silent conversation as Bryan asks Santana to make sure the door is shut and locked. Why they didn’t do this earlier you had no idea and honestly didn’t care, too lost in your own pleasure; the floaty feeling you were craving starting to slowly wrap around you.

Bryan bends down to your level and makes sure that you’re looking directly into his eyes, “Are you okay with this?” You let out a whimper and nod, but immediately avert your eyes when you see the stern look you are met with, “Words or we stop.” That makes you let out a whine and you shake your head, “Yes. Please.”

Almost immediately Bryan’s hand is back around your throat and he lifts you to your feet. Santana and Ortiz are the first to strike, kissing and sucking any exposed skin. Suddenly you can hear buttons popping, hear the ripping of the fabric and the cool air on your skin. Through your hazy vision you can see Mox staring at you with a grin that made him look like the cat that ate the canary as Santana and Ortiz ripped every stitch of clothing off except for your underwear.

A choked whine comes out when Bryan’s finger squeeze tighter around your throat, your eyes rolling back as your vision turns white; your thighs unconsciously clench together in arousal at the manhandling.

Mox, ever the observant partner notices that you’re floating away so he taps your cheek lightly to get your attention. As the fogginess fades slightly you can see him looking directly into your eyes “No floating away yet. We haven’t even had any fun.” Another whine comes out that quickly turns into a gasp when Mox shoved his hand into your panties and runs a finger through your folds.

You were absolutely soaked.

He didn’t waste any time delving his fingers inside of you pumping them like a madman. Bryan squeezes your neck tighter and your knees threaten to come out from underneath you. Santana steps up behind you and wraps his arms around you, his hands finding your breasts and kneading the flesh. You can see Eddie hasn’t moved yet, he’s still got his features trained solely on you, staring with that familiarly intense stare. A partial scream leaves your throat when Mox curls his fingers into your g-spot.

Your eyes roll back when his fingers dig into your g-spot again. That combined with the choking, hickey sucking and breast grabbing that makes you cum without warning. Santana and Bryan being the only things holding you upright as you cum all over Mox’s fingers. Santana is squeezing your breasts so tightly that it’s almost to the point of pain.

You whimper when Mox pulls his fingers out and squeal slightly when Ortiz replaces them. Without hesitation Mox sticks his cum covered fingers in your mouth “clean them.” You lick at his fingers and moan at the taste of yourself.

“What do you say?” Mox asked you as he pushed his fingers a little deeper into your mouth. A very garbled “Thank you” was what came out. “Such a good little slut,” Bryan sneered right next to your ear. You whine around Mox’s fingers and that whine turns into a scream when Ortiz’s fingers scrape your g-spot and he circles your clit with his thumb. All you could hear was static and the pornographic sound of Ortiz fingering you.

Your eyes rolled back completely as your body tensed up and you released again. Your jaw slacked open with a silent scream, Mox’s fingers still in your mouth and your back arched perfectly as you felt the white hot pleasure tear through you.

After they let you ride out your high your knees decided to give out but Santana scooped you up and placed you on the couch on your stomach. He delivered a smack to your ass as Mox lifted you slightly, sliding underneath you. You and Mox had a silent conversation with your eyes, he was checking to make sure you were okay to continue.

“Color?” He asked, it made you smile slightly; as serious as Bryan and Mox were in bed, they always checked to make sure you were 1. Still in the headspace to properly consent and 2. Make sure you were still consenting to continue.

“Green.” You said looking into his eyes. Both your eyes closed in Bliss and Mox let out a small moan when he sheathed himself inside of you. Even after being stretched out you were still so tight. After giving you a moment to adjust he began to shallowly thrust while you grinder down on him.

The slow pace didn’t last long as you heard a bottle open and and you gasped feeling a coolness against your other hole. “Relax.” Bryan said quietly as he slowly worked a finger inside, and once satisfied with the resistance he added a second scissoring you open slowly.

As you continued to grind almost mindlessly onto Bryan fingers and Mox’s cock you turned you attention to Santana who had also freed his cock from his pants. Without prompting you took Santana into your mouth, hollowing you cheeks and trying to get him as deep as possible.

You whimpered around his cock slightly when Bryan pulled out his fingers and you could feel the blunt head of his cock poking at your back entrance. You could feel Mox still under you and Bryan pushed himself inside of you slowly, stopping everything you made a noise of discomfort around Santana’s cock. When he was fully seated in you he gave you time to adjust, even though you’ve done this with them before you still had a bit of a hard time being so full.

When you started to slowly grind yourself back onto Bryan he took that as his signal to continue. You let out an almost pornographic moan when Bryan and Mox thrusted at the exact same time, and the vibrations from you caused Santana to try and stick himself further into your mouth.

“Shit such a good little slut, she’s got all her holes filled but I can see that she wants more.” Santana snarled as he made you deep throat him making you gag.

Your senses slipped away faster and faster, you could hear the blood rushing in your ears as you got closer and closer to the edge. You clenched unconsciously around Mox and Bryan making them out a choked moan, and you let out another whimper; you could feel every vein in their cock as they stretched you out.

Without warning your eyes rolled back as you fell over the cliff of pleasure. Your vision went stark white as you practically screamed around Santana's cock, and clenched, making Mox, Bryan, and Santana cum. Even in your hazy state, you tried to milk Santana for every drop of cum he had to offer you. Just the feeling of Mox and Bryan cumming inside of you made you spasm with more aftershocks of pleasure.

As soon as Santana pulled out of your mouth a keening whine exited when you felt something sticky land on your skin. Your body shook as Bryan pulled out of you, making you fall forward onto Mox's chest panting heavily.

At this point words escaped you, as you drooled on Mox's chest thoroughly fucked stupid. Mox ran his fingers through your hair as you settled slightly, a whimper coming out when you felt a wet cloth glide across your back. "Fucking hell, Eds. You and Ortiz got her covered." Mox rumbled as Santana wiped your back clean.

"Color?" Bryan asked you as you tried to grind yourself onto Mox. You looked at Bryan with almost a dreamy look in your eyes "Green." Bryan nods once "Okay time for a break." You looked like you were about to argue but Mox got your attention back on him, "The princess needs a break after being so good." You laid your head back on his chest and sighed, the soothing feeling of his fingers in your hair and the fact that you were fucked out made you drift off to sleep.

holy hell, this took me a bit. I hope you guys enjoy it! Love ya @nething4perfection

Hi! I was wondering if you could write something about Guanyu x curvy short reader, I think he’ll be very supportive of his partner…

I love your work!

Okay, so I am a short girly but not a curvy one so I tried my best, hope it's what you were after! It was nice to write for Guanyu, I have a big soft spot for him!

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Guanyu simply loved the way you felt in his arms - the way your skin was always warm beneath his touch. You were addictive, and he wasn’t ashamed to show everyone just how you made him feel - always having to playfully smack his hands away when he started getting a little handsy throughout the paddock. 

The best part of your relationship was truly that you never doubted how he felt about you, even when others tried to plant those seeds of doubt in your mind, he’d always be there to brush those feelings away. As a shorter, curvier person, not the slender-model type like the rest of the drivers’ WAGs, people would always have something to say that you didn’t fit into the mould they had in their minds. But Guanyu? He paid them no mind. 

It was almost as if he’d known you’d been lurking online again - doom scrolling until you had to throw your phone across the room.

“Smells delicious, Tùzǐ**.” He hummed softly, coming up behind you - wrapping his arms around your middle as you cooked. “You spoil me.”

You smiled softly in response, turning just enough to hold a spoonful of sauce towards him. “You haven’t even tried it yet! Now, open up.”

His eyes sparkled as he took the spoon into his mouth, a deep groan escaping him. “That’s amazing… Do you have anything else to do or is it just cooking away?”

“Just cooking away, why?”

He removed the spoon from your hand, placing it gently on the counter before fully turning you around - taking your waist in his hands, gently squeezing. You couldn’t help the giggles he tore from you as he began tracing his fingers under your shirt. “Baby, please… I’m cooking!”

“I just can't get enough of you… is it not a recipe that’ll taste better if you just let it cook for a while?” He questioned, raising a brow. 

You playfully shoved him away and turned back to your sauce - biting your lip to stop your lips curving into a smile as he whined behind you, his arms wrapping around you once again, pressing kisses along your shoulders. He leant in close, lowering his voice to a whisper. “You’ve been online again, haven’t you?”

“...How could you tell?” You whispered back, using a fork to pull a piece of spaghetti out of the neighbouring pan, placing it between your lips. 

“Your shoulders…” He ran his hands across your shoulders, gently cascading them down your forearms. “They tense right up when you’ve been reading all of that nonsense… you do know it’s nonsense, right?”

You allowed him to turn you in his arms again, his dark brown flickering across your face - imploring you to be honest with him. He caught your face in his hands as you tried to look away, cupping your cheeks - brushing his thumb across your skin. “It’s nonsense, Tùzǐ**... you’re gorgeous, beautiful, sexy. None of what those online trolls think matter okay..? Just me and you.”

He rested his forehead against yours, you smiled at him softly. 

“...just me and you.”

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**Romanised Chinese for Rabbit/Bunny (according to google lol) thank u @danielfuckingricciardo for helping me angel, mwah x

Sorry for the delay!!

Be a good girl

Tommy shelby X female!Reader

Summary: tommy has been teasing you all day and It's time you get some payback... or something like that.

Warnings: SMUT, pnv, unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating, tommy's desk.

word count: 2067

smut under the cut

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Tommy spoke low in your ear. Hands on your hips helping to sit you on his thick cock. “C’mon love, you wanted it eh? You can take it just fine like this.” You struggled to take him in so fast, you didn't think he would just sit you on his cock. You pushed through and snuggled him into you, feeling full and warm. “Good girl, now stay still.” you shook your head and laid your head on his shoulder. 

Tommy had been teasing you all day, since he had most of the day off, just needing to do some work at home he was free to grope you and kiss you tell you were dizzy. He never touched you enough though, he would pull away when things got too heated and leave you feeling hot and needy. 

You had enough and decided to try at least to distract him as payback. Payback kind of, in the best way, backfired. Thomas Shelby didn't appreciate you trying to interrupt his work. He does however enjoy seeing how needy you were getting. So he gave you his cock, only to sit on, tell his work was done. Fifteen-twenty minutes tops he said, then he will fuck you. But only if you were a good girl. 

You were going on twenty-five minutes now and you were beginning to really get restless. His cock twitched every once in a while and that got you feeling even hotter. You were soaking his crotch with your juices and you just needed to move. You turned your head to face Tommy, Lips brushing his neck. Your arms rested around his shoulders. “Tommy, it’s been too long.” You inform him. 

He gives you a quick glance. “Almost done.” he states firmly. Scratching a few more notes down and turning to a new page. You roll your eyes. You couldn't take anymore waiting. Moving your hips softly you press a feathery light kiss to Tomy's jawline. “Love what did i say?” he asked with another glance at you. When you didn't stop he took your chin between his fingers and pulled you forward slightly to look him fully in the eyes. “What did I say?” he repeated himself. His voice is much darker now.

You gave him a small pout but continued grinding on his cock. “Please Tommy?” Tommy set his pen down and gripped your hips to make you stop. “Please, I need it.” you begged. 

Tommy leaned forward and moved the papers he was working on out of the way. He gripped your thighs with both hands and stood. Keeping himself buried in you he sat you on the edge of his desk, your arms behind you to keep yourself up. He looked down at your sheer nightgown and how your nipples poked through the fabric. He admired your body before his eyes came to lock onto your own. “What was that princess? What do you need?” he asked. His thumbs drew small circles on your thighs as he held your legs open for him. 

You felt your face heat up. The way his eyes bore into you, like they saw everything you are. Your pussy was dripping around his cock. “I need you Thomas please… I need your cock.” you said embarrassed. 

Tommy smirked a little and moved his hips back a fraction just to see you gasp at the slightest movement. “Is that so?” he slowly rocked his hips into you. Giving you only a little friction to work with as his hands held a firm grip on your thighs. “Couldn't even wait thirty minutes eh?” He teased you. 

You huffed and gave him another pouty face. “You've been teasing me all day.” you countered. 

He chuckled and leaned down to kiss your neck softly before giving it a love bite. “Getting all needy from a few kisses huh? You wanted to argue back, but his lips and teeth on your neck are making your mind blur. “Need my cock love?” Tommy begins to actually thrust into you now. He didn't pull out completely but he kept a steady pace. Enough for you to finally feel a little release. Tommy lets one hand wander to your right breast. His fingers massages and pinch your nipple. You let out a breathy moan and tilt your head back. 

Your eyes are half lidded as they look into Tommy’s. “More.” You looked at him with pleading eyes. 

He cocked a brow and pulled back so far he was almost completely pulled out, holding just the tip of his throbbing cock at your dripping entrance.you felt so empty after having him buried in you for so long. “More what love?” he had left your breast to hold your jaw softly to force you to look him in the eyes. He wanted to see you beg. 

You didn't want to give in, he was having too much fun teasing you. Without breaking eye contact you reached one arm in front of you to the hem of Tommy’s shirt and tugged him towards you harshly. Tommys cock slid into you a bit more but not enough to make you content in the slightest. You went to do it again but Tommy’s hand came down to grip your wrist, stopping you. “Use your words of love, don't act like a brat.” he warned. 

But you did want to act like a brat, he teased you all day and he still wont fuck you. You immediately got an idea when his hand let go of your wrist. You grabbed a hold of his suit jacket with both hands and wrapped your legs around his hips and pulled him into you. His cock sinking back into your tight pussy made you moan and gasp softly and it caused Tommy to lose his breath for a moment. 

Tommy’s hands were on your tights again to keep you still. He leaned down so your foreheads were touching. “That was a nasty trick, love.” he whispered. “If you're going to be so needy, maybe I'll see just how needy this pretty pussy is for me, eh?” His fingers gripped your flesh firm and he began to pound into you roughly. You threw your arms back to keep yourself in place as you almost screamed at the pleasure that was not hitting you all at once. Your breasts bounced with every thrust and your legs were shaking already around Tommy’s hips. Your face was full of pure bliss, your eyes screwed shut while your head hung back. “Eyes open love, watch how well I fuck you.” He commanded. 

You reluctantly opened your eyes just enough for Tommy to seem pleased. His pupils were blown and he looked ready to eat you. A hand snaked its way between the two of you to your clit. He rubbed circles into your clit and watched as you had a hard time keeping your eyes locked on his. Your moans bounced around the room and your breathing became uneven. “Tommy- aah- i'm close please!” you cried out. Just when you were feeling yourself about to come undone he moved his hand away and slowed to shallow thrusts. You gasped at the loss of your climax and looked at him with tears pricking the corner of your eyes. “Why?” you asked with a pout. 

His hand came back to your clit to rub slow circles to match his trust. “How much do you want my cock love?” he asked. He couldn't help but love the desperate look in your eyes. Needing to come on his cock to the point of tears. “C’mon princesses. just tell me and I’ll let you come on my cock.” 

You looked at him through your lashes. You couldn't stop it anymore, You needed him to fuck you. You could hardly keep it together anymore. “Fuck me- please Thomas.” He bucked his hips to hit you a little deeper. You let out a strangled moan. “I need your cock please, I need you to fill me with your cum.” you pleaded. 

Tommy let out a grunt before smashing your lips together. While his fingers sped up their assault on your clit his other hand came up to cradle the back of your head. He pushed you to lay back on the desk. His cock pounded into you relentlessly. His mouth left you to roam around your chest and neck. He sucked and bit your sweet spot and left marks far enough down so they can be covered up for a few days. You couldn’t help but babble out nonsense about how good his cock was and how good he fucked you. So fucking good. 

“Now you're being such a good girl for me, just need my cock yeah?” Tommy spoke low in your ear. You couldn’t form full words. His name being one of the only things he could really make out between your desperate moaning and jumbled words. “Fuck, i want to see you cum. Can you do that for me? Come on my cock love.” He encouraged you.

Sensitive from Tommy’s finger on your clit and the overstimulation you were not ready for your climax. It hit you hard and fast and without warning. You were a moaning squirting mess under Tommy as you kept yourself steady with your arms around his neck. Your pussy spasmed around Tommy’s cock. “You want my cum love?” He asked, looking down at you as he slowed his pace to let you catch your breath. “Want me to fill you will my cum?” he asked again, pulling almost all the way out.

You nodded your head softly with a small grin. “I need it please Tommy.” You let out a soft moan and pulled him down enough to speak softly into his ear and forced his cock to slip back into your pussy. “Fuck me full with your cum.” You kiss the spot right below his lobe and softly bite the skin.

Fueled purely by desire Tommy's hips took up the same pace as before and pounded his cock into your pussy. You whimpering and begging for his cum had his cock twitching and painting your walls white in a few good thrusts. He kept his cock in deep while he caught his breath. He looked at your eyes ready to close shut on him. A small smile on your lips as you laid there with his cock still stuffed inside of you. “C’mon love wake up for me.” he chuckled, hand stroking your cheek softly. You look up and pull Tommy into a gentle kiss, tell you bit his bottom lip and his

fingers dig into your skin lightly. He pulled away and noticed the small smirt playing at the corner of your mouth. 

Tommy pulled out of you as he stood. You gave a small whimper at the empty feeling. His cum was so deep in you but there was so much it was beginning to slip out already. With two long fingers Tommy scooped his cum back up to your entrance and pushed it back in. He pumped his fingers into your pussy a few times causing you to choke on a moan. “Tommy-” You whimpered out. 

Pulling his fingers out he brought them to your lips. “Open your pretty lip’s.” he commanded. You did as he said and opened your mouth enough for him to slide his fingers in. “suck them clean love.” He said. You could taste both of your juices swirling around on your tongue. Your eyes fluttered shut as you licked his fingers clean and pulled off with a soft pop. 

You looked up at him through hooded eyes. “Carry me to bed.” you demanded tiredly. 

Letting out a snort Tommy picked you up bridal style. “How’s about a bath first eh?” he suggested. 

You laid your head on his shoulder and snuggled into him. “But then all of your cum will leak out.” you protested. You were still feeling needy and now so cock drunk you just wanted Tommy’s cum to keep you full.

He looked down at you with a raised brow. “That so?” he played at being deep in thought. “Then I guess I’ll just have to fuck you to bed then, but a bath first.” He insisted. You grumble but only for show. You'd happily take another of Tommy's load’s before falling asleep wrapped in his arms.

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Thinking about....

●HYBRID WOLF BANGCHAN WHO- Scents you but says it's just him cuddling you when in reality he can't stand having your co-workers scent on you.

●HYBRID WOLF BANGCHAN WHO- Presses up against you while your cooking saying it's just because he misses your body heat but in reality he just wants to press his huge bulge onto your thighs and grind.

●HYBRID WOLF BANGCHAN WHO- At night walks into your room and steals your panties whole your asleep. Then jacks off to them in his own room whimpering and moaning like a desperate pervert.

●HYBRID WOLF BANGCHAN WHO- When he gets his first heat with you does a full 360 and jumps on you the minute it hits. He's fucking you anywhere. And then breeding you. Your so fucked out you can bearly say anything. Thick long cock stretching you out so *good* it's making you cry. "Take it..take my fucking seed..yes yes yes fuck.." He growls in your ear while fucking into you deeper. Your breasts press against the marble counter as he keeps going. You've came how many times now? Three? Four? Your not counting anymore. Everything is going well until..until you feel a crazy pain in your womb which makes you pull away from Chan but he grabs your hips hard "Don't you dare..don't you fucking dare.. stay still Goddamit..*yes* yes yes..shit-ah..stay still.. " Chan says in a deep rough voice his cock head swelling up stretching you even more..making you cry out in pain. Chan fills you up with his seed making your eyes roll back on how full you were. After awhile he pulls back to see his cum dripping down your thighs but he smirks. With a harsh thrust he enters you again "Baby..we ain't done until my dick can't take it anymore.." Chan says covering your mouth with his hand and thrusting into you harder..this was going to be a long night..

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°IM SORRY IF ITS BAD!! IM A NEW WRITER AND THIS CAME TO MIND!! LOVE YA!!°

Well You Are Tiny - Max Verstappen

Summary: Y/n is vertically impaired and Max likes to point out the obvious.

Same height kind of gap of reader being 4'11-5'2ft (150-160cm)

No part 2 requests please

Max will outwardly admit he loves the height difference between himself and y/n. He loves his pocket-sized girlfriend, they just have fun and her height is something he maybe likes to target in playful bullying.

"Have you grown?" Max questions as y/n walks into the living room.

"On this occasion, yes." Y/n grins then lifting her shoe high enough to reveal platforms heels that make Max's jaw drop a little before he begins laughing.

"Baby, are you going to be able to keep those on all night?" Max sighs making her frown at him. "Oh come on, you hardly ever wear heels. There's no way you're not going to break your ankles in those."

"Will you not help me if I get that drunk?" Y/n pouts making Max look at her for a moment.

"I will always help you, but I just know that I'm going to end up carrying you or those shoes by the end of the night." Max smiles standing up and seeing that she's narrowed the gap between them by a good 6-7 inches. "When did you even get these?"

"From a shop. Do you not like them?"

"They look great. But if you don't fall over by the end of the night, I'll let you race in my place for Canada." Max laughs making her smile a little.

"I'll hold you to that."

"I know, that's why I said it." Max chuckles making her grin before she kisses him, something that she usually doesn't have such ease in doing. "I don't know if I like this new height."

Y/n is more than aware of Max loving the advantages that come with such a height difference, but it is fun to taunt him with the ability to close the space sometimes.

"Shall we go?" Y/n asks making Max sigh looking down at her feet again before nodding.

"Can you just make sure you're keeping hold of me for stability?" Max mumbles more concerned than anything at this point, the club has stairs and visions of y/n falling down them really sets him on edge.

They get to the club and see Lando with a couple other friends and even Lando looks in awe of y/n's height change.

"So it will be a trip to A&E for you tonight?" Lando asks making Max smile as he orders a round of drinks for everyone.

"She's actually not wobbled yet...but she hasn't had a drink yet either." Max smiles while Lando hums and nods.

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Max doesn't even bother hiding his smirk and shaking his head as y/n grips his bicep for balance, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

"Alright, enough. You are not keeping them on." Max states hoisting her up onto one of the bar stools.

Y/n winces as Max pulls off her heels and reveals the bloodied blisters that even he grimaces at. She's definitely drunk enough that she can't feel the extent of just how sore her feet are. but she'll feet it in the morning and she'll feel it paired with a hangover.

"Baby." Max mumbles making the young woman look down and wrinkle her nose in disgust. "Time to go home. It's almost closing time."

It's definitely nowhere near closing time but she's drunk and her feet are a wreck.

Max ends up carrying her out on his back while holding her heels and bag in his hand as they exit. Annoyingly definitely captured on camera as they climb into a car for someone else to drive them home.

"I didn't fall over." Y/n smiles making Max look at her for a moment his concern for her feet having overshadowed his thoughts before he smiles at her. "It's alright, I won't hold it against you."

"No?" Max hums making her smile at him and shake her head.

"No. I don't know if I can even effectively push the pedals." Y/n smiles lazily.

By the time they get back Max is carrying her inside and running the bath to try and clean her feet of the blood that had actually got a little crusty.

"I love you." Y/n smiles as Max actually gently rubs at her feet to clean them.

"I love you too. But you are never wearing those shoes again. You can stay tiny." Max declares making her agree immediately. "I think we might need to just try and bandage up your feet for the night. They're so raw baby."

"In the name of fashion. It's not meant to be practical."

"Yeah, well you're choosing practical from here forward." Max mumbles then looking up at her. "I like my tiny girlfriend...You don't need to injure yourself just to be more level with me."

"Lesson learned. My feet are starting to really hurt." Y/n admits since she's slowly sobering up and the ache and sting of her feet.

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Sitting out in the sun on a yacht is definitely not something that's a rare luxury when it comes to dating Max. On this occasion, Lando, Daniel, Alex and George have joined them for a birthday celebration for Max.

"You need this." Max states as y/n decides she wants to jump in with everyone else.

He gets her in a life jacket, just for his own peace of mind. Then he picks her up and tosses her like a bit of a doll into the water. Something that is not an uncommon move and y/n resurfaces quickly laughing as some others join her in the water.

"God, if that's how you treat her outside the bedroom-"

"No. We don't want to think about that." George grimaces as Daniel laughs at his own words.

"Do you think she'd quite easily be pulled out to sea being that small?" Lando asks making Max frown only for Daniel manage to push the Brit and they both go into the water. "Daniel!"

"I thought we'd test with you since you're small too." Daniel laughs earning a middle finger before everyone else finally joins them.

Max swims over to y/n with a new concern for her safety despite knowing that she is completely fine.

Although he does laugh a little when she lets him swim them back, him holding the strap of her life vest and lifting her up onto the back of the yacht, keeping himself in the way a little as he remains between her legs.

"I was getting tired out there." Y/n whispers earning a hum and grin from the Dutchman before he jumps up and kisses her lightly before she just leans her head on his shoulder. "I'm going to dry off and put my dress up."

"Cold?"

"A bit, being thrown in was a shock to the system." Y/n smiles swatting him before she stands up with him following.

Safe to say y/n walks the man like a dog, he follows her wherever she goes most of the time, so it surprises no one that he sticks with her and as soon as she's dried off, Max does let her stop with the admittedly short and thin dress. He pushes his own sweater over her head and pulls her down gently into a tight hug.

Y/n does actually love cuddles with Max and the height difference meaning she just feels surrounded by him and right now his body heat is doing her favours. She's slumped into him as others join them on the deck and dry off.

"I love you." Max whispers making her smile brightly looking up at him. "You're somehow even smaller today for some reason."

"Thanks." Y/n snorts earning a grin from hum. "I love you too. Even if you're small for a Dutchman."

Max isn't the tallest of the drivers but he's on the taller side of the average among the drivers.

He does squeeze her especially tightly in a hug for the comment before sighing as he tips her head back to kiss him.

When they eventually get home and shower off properly, Max smiles a little evilly when he sees y/n distracted by her phone lying on the bed. He moves quickly and flops down on her, actually feeling her wheeze underneath him.

"Max. Warning please." Y/n grunts through some laughter since it didn't so much hurt but she definitely was mid-breath in when his body collapsed down on her.

"Sorry, you just looked so small over here. I had to join you." Max grins while she hums bringing her arms around him so she can look at her phone over his shoulder.

"Are you sleeping like this?" Y/n smiles kissing his shoulder while Max just relaxes against her.

"Depends could you actually sleep with me on top of you like this?" Max questions making her properly look at him.

"Yes. Of course I can." Y/n nods making Max look at her softly capturing her in a kiss. "You're like cuddly teddy bear."

"Only for you though. Because you're just my tiny girlfriend." Max smirks then nuzzling down against her. "Goodnight baby."

"Goodnight, Maxie." Y/n whispers placing her phone on the bedside table.