Omg Can You Please Write Some Smut With Lando About The FIA Gala??? He Looks So Hot In That Suit And

Omg can you please write some smut with Lando about the FIA gala??? He looks so hot in that suit and I need something about it🥵😭 Maybe after the gala ended and they’re back to their hotel or they fuck while they’re on the plane back to Monaco.

The FIA (Feral Instincts Arise) Awards | LN⁴

💌 REQUESTED by anon ──── I knew there would be requests for this the second I saw Lando on that carpet. Bon appétit 😛

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𐙚 summary ──── It's the 2024 FIA Awards, and Lando and his girlfriend can't help but steal a moment of passion, unable to resist the tension built through teasing touches and glances during such a glamorous night.

𐙚 pairing ──── Lando Norris x she/her reader

𐙚 rating ──── explicit

𐙚 category ──── F/M

𐙚 warnings ──── +18, mature/sexual content, established relationship, teasing, mild public intimacy, smut, descriptive language, fingering, bathroom sex, swearing.

𐙚 word count ──── 3.2k

𐙚 date ──── Dec. 14, 2024

𐙚 a/n ──── I have nothing to say except that I am absolutely devastated that my role model and inspiration, Michèle Mouton has officially retired from her role as FIA Safety Delegate. I love her so much and will forever be grateful for the representation she provided for women in motorsport throughout the years. In other news, at least everybody looked so fucking hot last night.

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IT WAS PURE torture for her to see him up on that stage from the beginning of the evening. She’d sat in the audience, her heart swelling with pride and gratitude for being able to be by his side during this exciting stage of his life — witnessing his hard work, his wins, and his dreams becoming reality. It's more than she ever imagined.

As she watched him, she realized she wasn't just proud of his accomplishments, but thankful to be the one he comes home to, the one who gets to share these moments that will live forever in both of their memories.

Standing up to cheer for him, as Lando’s name was announced for finishing second in the Drivers’ Championship, was a natural reaction. The applause was loud, a mix of respect and so much admiration for her determined racer boy who had fought tooth and nail all season.

McLaren’s triumph in the Constructors’ Championship only added to the celebration, the team beaming as they ascended the stage to accept their award.

While the room celebrated them, all she could think about was him — her man, standing under the spotlights, looking impossibly handsome in his perfectly tailored black suit and crisp white shirt. He looked perfect, from his styled curls to his sharp jawline and sweet, nervous smile. She felt very conflicted, overwhelmed with pride and love, yet squirming with a different kind of heat every time he looked for her in the audience. The way his dimple appeared when he smiled, the casual confidence in his voice as he gave his speech, and the glint of determination in his eyes as he thanked the team for having faith in him — every bit of it was intoxicating.

Now, at the dinner table, the atmosphere has shifted.

Glasses of champagne catch the glow, sparkling like liquid gold, as conversations hum softly among the elite of the motorsport world.

Lando sits beside her, relaxed in a way only he can manage after such a long, eventful evening. His suit jacket is draped over the back of his chair, his shirt sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal his forearms. He holds a champagne flute in one hand, the other resting lazily on her thigh beneath the table.

She can feel the warmth of his palm on her skin, his fingers flexing ever so slightly. It’s a casual touch — he’s sipping champagne, laughing at something Oscar just said — but the effect it has on her is anything but relaxed. Her heart races every time his thumb brushes against her soft skin, slow and intentional, almost like he knows exactly what he’s doing to her.

Her own glass of champagne sits untouched in front of her, her attention split between the conversation around them and the heat blooming under Lando’s hand. She tries to pay attention, nodding along while Andrea talks about some funny incident that happened in the garage during the last race of the season. But her thoughts keep drifting back to him.

She glances over at Lando, her breath catching at how effortlessly handsome he is, now that he’s more relaxed and in his element. The golden light softens the sharp lines of his face, making him look almost ethereal. But it’s the dimpled smirk that forms as he catches her staring that sends a shiver down her spine.

“Everything okay, gorgeous?” asks Lando, his voice low enough that only she can hear.

She nods, swallowing hard. “Positive. I'm just incredibly proud of you, that's all.”

His smirk widens, his thumb stroking her thigh with more purpose now. “You’ve said that already,” Lando murmurs, leaning in just enough that his breath brushes her ear. “But keep going. I like hearing it,” he adds, pressing his lips to her cheek.

She smiles, looking away, determined not to let him fluster her further.

However, Lando has other plans. His fingers trace unhurried patterns on her inner thigh, edging closer to the hem of her dress. The movement is subtle — nobody at the table would notice — but to her, it feels like her skin is burning. Her breathing gets heavier, and she shifts in her seat instinctively, her legs parting just enough under the table to grant him more access.

“My good girl,” whispers Lando, smiling against her cheek, then turning his attention back to the conversation.

Her heart skips at the quiet praise, and she shoots him a quick, warning glance, her eyes wide with panic.

Lando looks completely unbothered, taking part of the dialogue like he’s the epitome of innocence. The slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips tells a very different story, though. A secret one, that only they know about.

“Stop it,” she whispers through gritted teeth, her voice so low that it’s practically a breath.

Obviously, he doesn’t. If anything, her quiet protest seems to spur him on. The pads of his fingers creep higher, brushing dangerously close to the heat between her legs. She grips the stem of her champagne flute tightly, her knuckles white as she tries to take her first sip of alcohol of the night — at least then she'll have something to blame if anyone asks her why she got so flustered all of a sudden.

“Lando,” she warns, her voice soft but firm.

“Hm?” he hums, his expression completely neutral as he keeps his attention to Oscar, who’s recounting his Turn 1 incident from Abu Dhabi.

She bites her lip, willing herself not to squirm in her seat. She almost can not believe how shameless Lando is, then she remembers all the times he tested her patience when they were in public. At that, her free hand drops to her lap, fingers wrapping around his wrist in an attempt to still his movements. He doesn’t pull away, but he also still doesn’t stop. Instead, his thumb presses a little harder, a constant reminder of his presence.

“You’re squirming, baby,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with amusement. “People are going to notice.”

“Then stop,” she repeats quietly, her tone sharp enough to earn a quick, curious glance from Andrea, who's sitting across from her. She ends up forcing a small smile, nodding, then turning back to Lando.

He chuckles under his breath, leaning in just slightly so his words are for her ears alone. “But we’re having so much fun,” he teases.

Her body betrays her as heat pools low in her belly, and she can’t stop herself from shifting again, her legs spreading a fraction wider. Lando takes full advantage of the movement, his fingers grazing higher until they’re just shy of where she needs him most. She glares at him, her eyes filled with need and her cheeks burning when his fingers slide easily over her lace panties, pressing harder on her warmth. As a response, her body jerks, and she barely suppresses a gasp, her nails digging into his wrist.

“I hate you,” she mutters under her breath, her voice shaky.

His grin returns, and he tilts his head, finally looking at her again. His gaze is dark, heated, and he looks entirely pleased with himself. “No, you don’t,” says Lando, so sure of himself.

It’s a miracle she doesn’t combust on the spot.

Because he's right — she doesn't hate him, she hates the fact that they're in public and she's incredibly turned on, but there's nothing she can do about it.

Finally, she can breathe normally when he withdraws his hand from between her legs, just as casually as he’d started. Her body is still buzzing with the lingering traces of his touch as she places her hand lightly on Lando’s shoulder. Slowly, she rises from her seat, her fingers squeezing just enough to send him a silent message only he’d understand.

At that, Lando’s heart stutters for a beat, his mouth suddenly dry as he watches her glide gracefully toward the bathrooms. The way her dress hugs her curves doesn’t help the growing situation in his pants — it’s like she knows exactly what she’s doing to him, a small punishment for what just happened between them. He tries to act like he's not affected, emptying his glass of champagne while his eyes turn back to the table, but his focus is scattered.

His hand still tingles from touching her under the table, and now he’s left to deal with the knowledge that his teasing had gotten to her.

Oh, how the tables have turned.

Minutes tick by, though they feel like an eternity.

Lando finds himself forcing a laugh at something Oscar says, remembering how impossibly talkative his teammate gets when he has a few drinks on board. He shifts in his seat, trying to mask his growing anticipation, but she’s all he can think about. His fingers drum against his empty glass, the weight of the moment making it almost impossible to sit still.

Then, his phone buzzes inside his pocket, her name lighting up the screen.

He doesn’t need to answer to know it’s just a diversion, and she’s not waiting for a conversation, either — she’s just giving him an out.

Lando clears his throat, “Sorry, I have to take this,” he says, giving the table an apologetic smile, as he pushes back his chair and making his way out of the dining area with purpose.

His heart pounds in his chest as he walks toward the bathroom, careful not to seem too rushed, but acutely aware of the tension building inside his body with each step he takes.

The hallway leading to the bathrooms is quieter, lined with soft, ambient lighting and artwork that screams understated luxury. He takes a turn, his steps slowing as he spots her standing in front of the mirror inside the women's restroom. The space itself is elegant, all marble countertops and gold fixtures, with sleek stalls and huge mirrors.

She’s touching up her lipstick, her purse resting next to her, the subtle curve of her smile betraying the fact that she knows he’s behind her. Lando approaches slowly, his footsteps soft against the polished tile. When he’s close enough, his hands settle on her waist, his touch firm yet familiar as he pulls her closer.

“There you are,” he says, his voice low and full of heat. “Worried about your makeup when it’s just going to smudge off you anyway?”

Her smile turns into a smirk as she meets his gaze in the mirror. “God, you’re the worst,” she teases, her tone light but laced with something more intimate.

Lando chuckles while she turns in his arms. Her hands slide up his chest, her touch lingering as she looks up at him, her eyes dark with intent.

“Are you sure it can’t wait until we get back to the hotel?” asks Lando, even though he already knows the answer, because he knows the look she has painted all over her face very well.

Her lips brush against his cheek in a warm, lingering kiss before her breath tickles his ear. “Baby, that's hours away.”

She intertwines her fingers with his, and leads him to one of the stalls at the end of the bathroom. The space is just as luxurious as the rest of the venue — tall wooden doors that reach from ceiling to floor, polished brass locks, and a sense of privacy that makes it feel more like a secluded room than a bathroom stall. As soon as they step inside, the door locks with a soft click, and every ounce of restraint disappears.

Lando’s lips are on hers instantly, hot and demanding, his hands already traveling to the hem of her dress. There’s no time to waste, with all those people back at the table who could realize at any moment that it is no coincidence that they are both missing at the same time.

His hands slide up her thighs, pushing the fabric of her dress higher until he reaches the thin band of her panties. His fingers slip beneath the lace, tugging them down in one swift motion before his hand returns, sliding between her legs and finding her completely soaked.

“Fuck,” he hisses, his forehead resting against hers as his fingers dip into her heat. “All this from a bit of touching?”

Her breath comes out in a shaky laugh as she clutches his shirt. “No,” she whispers, “All this from watching you on that stage, sitting next to you the entire night, seeing how people were cheering for you — and then from a bit of touching.”

A cocky smirk tugs at Lando’s lips. “That so?” he asks, pressing a finger into her, his pace measured as he stretches her slowly.

She gasps, her head falling back against the door, and he takes the opportunity to kiss her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. A second finger joins the first, curling inside her as his thumb circles her clit, making her see stars.

Her hands, trembling with anticipation, move to his belt, fumbling for a moment before she pushes his pants down just enough to free his hardened cock. Her touch is soft at first, her fingers wrapping around him and stroking slowly, making his jaw clench.

She looks up at him, her lips curving into a teasing smile as she echoes his earlier words. “All this from touching me under the table?”

“Shut up,” he growls, grabbing her thigh and hitching it around his hip. His cock presses against her entrance, teasing her as he slides the tip through her slick folds.

“You shut up, and fuck me already,” she says, her voice thick with desire.

He doesn’t need to be told twice. With one swift thrust, he buries himself inside her, both of them gasping at the full sensation. The stretch is so sweet and perfect, and he pauses for just a moment, letting her adjust before pulling back and thrusting again, harder this time. Her back presses against the door, the cool wood contrasting with the heat of his body as he sets a relentless pace, in and out of her tight pussy. His hands grip her thighs, spreading her wider for him as he drives into her, each movement hungrier than the previous.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Lando groans, his lips brushing against her ear. “Perfectly thight around me, baby. Always so sweet and eager, aren’t you?”

She clings to him, her nails digging into his shoulders as he angles his hips, hitting a spot that has her biting back a cry. “Lan,” she breathes, her voice shaky and full of need, while trying to mimic his rapid movements.

“That’s it,” he encourages her, his voice rough as his fingers dig into her hips. “Let them hear you, baby. Let everybody know how well you take my cock.”

Her head falls on his shoulder as he thrusts deeper, harder, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside her. The tension coils tighter and tighter in her belly, her body trembling as she teeters on the edge.

“Lando, fuck,” she moans wetly into his shoulder, feeling her pussy clenching around his length. “Shit, baby. Yes, don’t stop.”

As he buries himself so deep inside her, Lando realizes that's what he wants to do for the rest of the evening — the rest of his life, as a matter of fact. His lips part as he feels her walls twitching around him, making him — if that's even possible — even harder for her. His breaths come out in spasms, letting out a small cry of pleasure as his chest crashes against hers violently.

Sensing that she’s so close, Lando’s hand ends up slipping between their bodies to rub her clit in time with his thrusts. “Come on, baby. Let me feel you.”

“Are you—oh, fuck,” she tries to speak, but all her thoughts are focused on how good he makes her feel.

“Yeah, yeah,” Lando assures her, “Right behind you, love.”

It only takes a few more thrusts before she shatters around him, her walls clenching hard as her orgasm washes over her. Her moans are muffled against his neck as he continues to fuck her through her release, chasing his own high. His movements grow erratic, sloppier, his grip on her tightening as he finally lets go, spilling into her with a low, guttural moan.

For a moment, they can’t hear anything else except the soft whir of ventilation and their labored breathing. Their bodies stay pressed tightly together as the echoes of their pleasure lingers in the small space.

Her chest heaves against his as she exhales shakily, her lips brushing his neck, then up his jaw in a silent thank you.

Lando smiles, slowly pulling out of her, his cock still hard and sensitive from his release. She shudders at the sudden emptiness, but before she can speak, his hand slips between her thighs again. His fingers slide inside, pushing some of his cum and their mingled release back into her.

“Lando,” she gasps, her body clenching instinctively around his fingers.

His breath falls hot against her skin. “Gotta make sure you feel it all night.”

Her cheeks flush at his words, and she bites her lip, torn between glaring at him and melting into his touch. He strokes her lazily, savoring the way her body responds to him even now.

“Insane behavior, Norris,” she exhales sharply, finally looking up at him.

“My brand,” he smirks back at her. “But what about you, hm?” he asks, his tone soft, but teasing as his eyes rake over her wrecked expression. “Going back knowing you’re filled up so good?”

She rolls her eyes at him, but the heat in her gaze betrays her. “You’re unbelievable.”

“You love it,” he quips, fixing a strand of her hair and then kissing her deeply one last time.

She smiles against his lips, brushing her thumb over his mouth to wipe away the faint smudge of her lipstick. Then, leaning up, she presses a soft kiss to the tip of his nose. “Don’t take too long, champ.”

With that, she exits the stall, glancing once in the mirror to make sure she looks composed, and collecting her purse before heading back to the table.

When she returns to her seat, the conversation flows just as before, no one paying much attention to her absence beyond a polite glance. Her heart pounds in her chest, the sensation of being so intimately connected to Lando still fresh in her mind as she settles into her chair. She picks up her glass of champagne, finishing it in one go, her hands steady despite the warmth still coursing through her body — and the wetness between her legs.

A few minutes later, Lando comes back, his phone pressed to his ear as he pretends to be mid-conversation. His expression is casual, his voice light as he murmurs something unintelligible before slipping his phone back into his pocket and taking his seat.

But as soon as he sits down, Oscar’s eyes narrow, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

Lando catches the look, frowning slightly as he tilts his head. “What?” he asks silently, his expression confused.

Oscar doesn’t answer, instead he points directly at Lando’s bowtie, which is noticeably crooked.

Lando’s eyes widen as he glances down, and straightens it as casually as he can, his cheeks turning faintly pink.

“It's windy outside,” Lando mutters under his breath, low enough that only Oscar can hear.

His teammate just grins knowingly, leaning back in his chair. “Whatever you say, mate.”

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Charles Leclerc x Reader

Requested:

hi 🥰 would it be possible if you wrote something with like a reader that’s charles leclercs girlfriend and she’s like, really good at drawing but she keeps it hidden since she’s very critical of her artwork, and she starts doing these like portraits of the drivers in her own private time, like lots of them, since she has love for all of her boyfriends friends - like in a friendly, they treat me so nice way - and the reader like leaves them at places she knows the respective drivers will find them and everyone in the fandom and the paddock is like trying to figure out who does these drawings and they eventually figure out it’s her and like fluff w charles at the end when he finds out 🥰

Summary: Generally the above :D Fluffy fluff pretty much.

Warnings: Swearing.

Word count: 2253

Authors note: My first request and I really hope I have done it justice. <3 :D

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“Jesus, it’s ridiculous how talented the fans are man” Charles commented on the drawing Pierre had hanging up in his driver’s room, “they even managed to make you look good”

“It’s amazing right?” Pierre opted to ignore to insult thrown in there by his friend, instead focusing on the drawing that had been slid under his door earlier in the day, “Max also got one, it’s got a cute little message on the back and everything too”

“Lets see?” Charles asked permission as he slightly held out his hand for his friend to pass it over, up close it was even more impressive, a simple drawing of Pierre, smiling, but somehow capturing how happy he truly was in that moment. It kind of looked like him from earlier in the day when they were all sitting in the paddock before practice having some lunch, it couldn’t be though, no fans could’ve seen them there, could they?

He turned the image over and there on the back was a gorgeous quote in his native French, in a handwriting he was so sure he recognized from somewhere but couldn’t quite place.

“Found it on the floor of my drivers’ room, assume someone had slipped it under the door while we were busy earlier” Pierre could almost sense the confusion from Charles, “maybe they gave them to one of the crew as they were walking in to give it to me”

“Max got one too?” Charles was trying to figure out how he recognised something about this picture.

“Yeah, you should ask him to show you” Pierre didn’t entirely understand all the questioning about a simple drawing of him. It wasn’t like they hadn’t seen artwork of themselves done by fans before? They’d seen shoes, paintings, bookmarks, drawings, illustrations, so many TikTok’s and honestly, they’d seen so many stories written about them. Fanfic? Yeah, he thinks it was called fanfic.

God, all the smut. They’d all read some type of smut about themselves, and honestly, the fans were probably being a little bit too generous in some of those stories, but every single one of them would be lying if they said they hadn’t picked up a few tips’ ad tricks from them.

Maybe they owed a thank you to the fans?

Maybe their partners owed a thank you to the fans.

“I feel like I recognise this handwriting?” Charles thought out loud.

“How the fuck do you recognise someone else’s handwriting?” Pierre doesn’t think he could do that even if he saw the same handwriting every single day for an entire year.

“How can you not mate?” Charles shot back in defence.

“Don’t act like I’m the weirdo here” Pierre began getting up to head out of his room now that he was all packed up and ready to go, Charles following suit, “bring the drawing with you, it’s going in my house” Pierre instructed before Charles could place the drawing back.

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“Oh did you also get one of those drawings?” Lando asked as he walked up to Pierre and Charles in the paddock, walking to the Ferrari motorhome so Charles could get you so you could get back to the hotel for the night.

“No, this is Pierre’s” Charles held up the images to show the drawing of the French driver.

“Shit, how do they do it? Its so realistic” Lando took a closer look at the image, admiring the work that had gone into it.

“You got one too?” Charles inquired, curious as to how many drivers had received them now.

“Yeah, at the last grand prix”

“At the last one? Shit, how many races is this fan going to?” Pierre knew Carlos had gotten one at the grand prix before that, so they were clearly following F1 around the world with them.

“Yeah, your one would make you like the 7th driver to get one, it’s insane how like, personal they look, but in a good way” Lando informed the other two.

“Honest” Pierre and Lando nodded in agreement.

“My love” you greeted your boyfriend, walking up to the group of men after you’d grabbed your stuff to go, greeting the other two drivers too, “what’s with all confused faces?”

“oh no, just some fan has been like, leaving the most ridiculously good drawings of the drivers around, got these little quotes on the back and everything” Pierre filled you in, “no idea how it is though”

“I kind of wish I did know, I’d like to say thank you, it must have taken some decent effort” Lando really wish he did know, believing art should be credited.

“I think I’m gonna put it on Instagram, try and see if someone comes forwards, give them proper thanks, you know?” Pierre had decided this was the best thing for him to do considering all this fan had done to capture him looking this happy.

Secretly all the drivers who had received one of the drawings truly loved it, not because some fan was admiring them for being a famous F1 driver, but because they somehow captured them as people. Their entire lives were dedicated to the public persona of the F1 driver, and so to be captured in a rare moment where they could just be who they were, a normal person, was rare, and they were thankful for the small reminder that even if it was just the one person, someone saw them as more, someone saw them truthfully. It somehow reminded them that they were worth something beyond the driving.

How a drawing could do that would always escape them, but they glad it could, and they were glad they could witness it.

Pierre had since shown you the image as you were walking towards to parking lot, “I mean, there’s definitely room for improvement” you muttered as you inspected the image you had secretly drawn during lunch of your friend.

“Babe, listen, you are one of the smartest women I know, but you clearly know nothing about art if you don’t think this drawing is good” Charles laughed, opening the door for you to climb into the car.

You just rolled your eyes in return, holding your handbag that contained your sketchbook just slightly tighter.

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PierreGasly: Hey guys, a fan drew this amazing image of me today, please help me find them so I can give them a proper thanks.

Fan1: Oh my god we have to find them!

Fan2: I give the fans a day before we find them

Fan3: Ahhhhhh! Look how good he looks in it!!

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A month had gone past and still no one had found out who the fan was, but Daniel had also received a drawing at the last grand prix and Charles was wondering if this mystery fan just didn’t like him. All of the drivers in his little friend group had received one, yet he still had nothing.

Shit, was he a jealous over a drawing?

He’d sat pouting at lunch, he knew he shouldn’t care if someone didn’t like him and he knows he was acting like a child not getting a toy, but still, he wanted to see how someone else viewed him too, he wanted to be seen as just a normally person through someone else’s eye too.

He just wanted a drawing of him as well.

He wanted to be seen.

“What’s your girlfriend always writing in that little book of hers there mate?” Pierre asked, watching you lying on the grass a little distance away.

“I have no idea, she keeps that book hidden from everyone” Charles glanced over to where you were, a soft smile on his face.

You looked so happy lying in the sun, engrossed in whatever you were doing in that book you brought with you everywhere. God he was so lucky to have you. If he could sit and watch you like this for the rest of his life he’d consider his life the perfect one, never changing a thing about it.

“I’m going to go look” Pierre had mischief in his eye and Charles knew that there was no stopping him now. He also knew you wouldn’t have an issue with it, considering how close you and Pierre were.

Honestly, you were close to all the drivers, and he was beyond thankful for it. Then again, it was like that with most of the people you met. There was just something about you that drew people in, and he would know about that better than anyone.

Charles watched as Pierre snuck up to you, anticipating the fright you were bound to get, what he didn’t expect though was Pierre snatching your book and bolting back to him.

He hates that he laughed at the shock on your face, but watching you attempt to jump up and run after Pierre was objectively hysterical.

Pierre made it back to the table with you not far behind, shouting at him to give your book back as you ran after him. Suddenly the book had been chucked onto the table in front of him and Pierre was laughing as he encourage Charles top open it and see what was in it, holding you back all the while.

Charles opened the book, expecting it to be a journal of sorts, never intending on reading a word, but acting in order to play along with the chaos in front of him.

This he didn’t expect though.

There, on the first page, was him.

It was a drawing of him, smiling, driving the boat, shirtless with a bandana in his hair. He remembered that day, you’d packed a picnic for the two of you and you’d both spent the day on the ocean, laughing, soaking up the sun, just being.

The next page was another drawing of him, sitting at his piano, he could see the crease of a frown etched onto his face and he tried to learn a new piece. He hadn’t told you at the time, but he was learning the piece for you. It was a selfish act though, he just loved how you always curled up on the couch and listened to him play. He was almost certain he’d learnt how to play purely so he could play for you.

He started flipping through the entire sketch book, every single page plastered with images of him, doing the most mundane things. Cooking, drinking a glass of wine, laughing, sleeping, all private moments not even he truly ever saw, but you did, and you captured them all.

“I know they aren’t good, but I was just practicing-“ you began explaining yourself, face red from embarrassment and the impromptu wrestling match with Pierre.

“You” it was all Charles could get out.

You. You were the artist.

And here he was complaining that he hadn’t received a single drawing. You’d filled an entire sketchbook with them.

Pierre had since let you go and walked to stand behind Charles, looking over his shoulder as he flipped through the pages of the book, wanting to see what had his friend so mesmerized.

“Holy shit, did you draw all of these?” Pierre was in disbelief, how had they missed this? They all had their fans searching the internet for the fan that had captured them all so beautifully, yet here you were, right under their noses the entire time.

The blush on your cheeks was the only answer you gave.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Charles couldn’t drag his eyes away from the pages in front of him. His girlfriend did this.

Is this what people meant when they said you were able to fall deeper in love with someone? And here he thought he couldn’t fall any further.

“You see me” Charles all but whispered. He felt a tear forming, unable to shake the feeling of relief that it was his girlfriend who truly, honestly saw him.

“Of course I see you my love. You were always more than the formula one driver to me” You were shocked that he didn’t know this, and you were disappointed that you hadn’t noticed the fear he had been carrying around.

“You see me” he confirmed, finally looking you in the eye.

You leant forward placing a kiss on his forehead, him letting out a shaky breath at your touch. He felt whole. He felt like he belonged. He felt like he was home.

“I love you” you spoke against his skin, leaning back to watch him mouth ‘I love you’ in return.

After a moment of silence, Pierre cut in, “ I know you guys are having a bit of a moment here but is there any possibility of me making a request?” he sheepishly asked.

You laughed, pulling back fully to direct your attention to Pierre, nodding as you did so.

He immediately dived into a long-winded explanation of the drawing he wanted, “So, I need a drawing of Yuki right-”

Charles didn’t even hear the rest of the description, focusing solely on your smile as you listened to Pierre prattling off about what he wanted you to draw for him, as well as slyly slipping out his phone to capture his favourite drawing so far, one you had copied of a photo of the two of them that Pierre had secretly captured, both of your foreheads touching, remembering the moment vividly, the day you’d agreed to be his.

CharlesLeclerc: I guess we found our artists guys, and I’m the luckiest man to be dating her.

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moonysimp

2 years ago

gimme, gimme, gimme —pierre gasly.

this one is for @goldxnweathxr 🧡

summary: one shot where y/n doesn't know who pierre is and they meet one night in greece during the summer break.

"bitch you better get ready we leave in two hours", val shaked my shoulders and got up to start doing her hair.

"look i love you guys and i now we swore to party the shit out of ourselves but we went out yesterday, and the day before, AND the day before. i'm exhausted", i said turning on the bed and lying face to face with the hard mattress.

it was not a comfortable bed but we didn't want to spend much money on a fancy greek hotel, so we found this house that rented rooms for a very little price and we didn't hesitate. it wasn't like we spent a lot of the time on the bed or even in the room since we spent most of the time visiting greece and partying. very much to say the least.

"ivan said this is the best party of the season, y/n. i swear if you don't wanna go out after tonight i'll even stay with you, but you gotta come with us", i heard angi's voice coming from the bathroom where she was taking a shower.

"my social battery ran out i swear", i whined.

"well nothing a few beers won't recharge", said val. "c'mon you'll get to wear that beautiful dress you bought the day we arrived. this is the perfect occasion."

"YES PLEASE YOU LOOK SO HOT IN THAT DRESS", angi screamed and i started laughing because god i don't know what i would do without these two freaks.

i turned and faced the ceiling. what was one more night of alcohol and dancing? i could do it. i wasn't gonna pretend like this was not the main reason we came to greece. i knew what i had signed up for. yes the sights were amazing but the parties were awesome.

so i pulled myself together. "fine, but you guys will pay for my drinks tonight, i don't care."

"don't be delusional", val and angi said at the same time and we all burst out laughing.

"well you idiots are forcing me to go, i want something in return", i got up and went to my suitcase to find the dark blue dress i was gonna wear.

"shut up and start getting ready, i want to do your makeup", val said and she clapped her hands, excited. how could i say no to that?

tonight will be a night to remember. i convinced myself and then i told angi to hurry so i could shower.

we met up with ivan and his friends at his house that was two blocks down the street from where we were staying. ivan was our very much appreciated greek friend that had showed us around and got us into every party there was. we loved ivan, he was an angel.

"you ladies look gorgeous tonight", he greeted us. "especially you", he murmured to angi as he gave her a peck on the lips. oh summer love. the truth was the moment these two had laid eyes on each other there was no way to separate them. "we better get going then, tonight is gonna be crowded."

and boy he was not lying. the big party was at a private mansion and there were people everywhere. this seemed like a fancy rich private party and i had no idea how ivan got us in, but i was very glad i was wearing this fine dress.

the music was loud, and there was a heated atmosphere that surrounded the crowded mansion. ivan and his friends went to get us drinks as my friends dragged me to the dance with them.

we were laughing and dancing, having a pretty good time but i needed to pee. badly. but i also had no clue where the bathroom was so i quickly told my friends i'd be back in 5 and went to search for the bathroom. i went upstairs and found a hallway with a few closed doors, since there were people chatting –and some too deep in each other's throats to be chatting– hanging out in the hallway i assumed one of the doors lead to the bathroom.

i tried the first one on my right but it was locked so i got to the next one a few steps away and went the knob turned i opened the door. sadly what i encountered was not the bathroom but to random people having sex. i left out a gasp as i quickly walked backwards and slammed the door shut. but while i was trying to erase the image of what i had just witnessed i felt icy cold liquid pouring down my shoulder and getting my dress partially wet. i turned around to find a guy –a very hot guy– with wide eyes looking simultaneously at me and my wet dress.

"sorry love, but you gotta be more careful", he said. he spilled his drink over me and i gotta be more careful?

"yeah it's funny the fact that YOUR drink is all over me but I'm the one who has to be more careful huh", i shot back.

he had the nerve to laugh. at my face. "yes very funny how you got on my way while you were walking backwards and made me spill my drink", he said his eyes glistened with amusement. "my drink which i was very much enjoying i must say."

"you know what? never mind. i still have to find the bathroom", i quickly said looking one last time at his beautiful blue eyes as i went to the other door. my hand touched the knob when i heard his voice again.

"unless you want to see something your pretty eyes might regret later," yeah too late for that. " don't open that door. bathroom's on the last door on your left."

i didn't say thank you and i didn't even look at him as i went to the door he said and found myself entering a very luxurious bathroom. "well it's not that bad", i murmured to myself, watching my reflection on the mirror. yes one side of my dress, where the drink had gotten, was wet but i figured it would dry soon enough. so i quickly peed and came back to my friends, who somehow had gotten on a table and were dancing their asses off. val yelled at me to come join them but i said no, wanting to get a drink first but as i was about to leave i heard the song that started playing and i freezed. i turned to look at my friends to find them freezed as well. this has to be a dream. the song blasting through the speakers was "gimme, gimme, gimme" by abba and i wasted no time to get on the table with my friends, laughing and singing the lyrics to our favorite abba song.

i looked around, trying to spot ivan to ask him to take a video of us but to my surprise the guy my eyes landed upon was mr. icy cold drink. we locked eyes and he smirked, waving a hand at me. i shaked my head and turned to my friends, dancing as the song ended. my two best friends wrapped their arms over me and we all hugged, laughing.

"this has to be the best thing we've done here", angi said.

the three of us got off the table and spotted ivan coming towards us. he quickly took angi by the waist and started dancing with her, and me and val went to find someone to dance with. the music was loud, and i was moving my hips to the beat when i felt a pair of hands on my hips and someone sincronizing their hips to mine, dancing to the song. my back was pressed into someone's chest and i turned my face to see who it was, i found a familiar face and i couldn't avoid the laugh i let out.

"i can't escape you, can i?", i said turning to face mr. icy cold drink. still moving to the sound of the music i put my hands on his chest and i took a moment to properly look at him. why is he following me around? and how is he so fucking hot? his blue eyes locked in mine and he casually bit his lower lip as he moved my hands from his chest and placed them around his neck.

he smiled. "i kinda feel bad about the dress."

"you will have to make up for it then", i raised my eyebrows. truth was? i was starting to forget about the dress incident. this man was so handsome i couldn't seem to take my eyes off of him, and yes he had acted like a prick upstairs but now that i had those perfectly shaped lips so close to me, i couldn't get away. call me weak.

"deal", he didn't even hesitate. he gripped my hips and got closer. we moved in perfect sync. and danced, and danced, for what it felt like forever and not enough at the same time. song after song our connection only seemed to get better, the tension building between us like a freaking lego set. i didn't want to make it easy though, because then where was all the fun?

he was mere inches from my face as he got closer and when our lips briefly touched i turned and pressed my back against his chest. moving my hair to one side exposing my neck, i turned my face to see him. i felt his hot breath on my neck, and he started to leave kisses on the exposed area.

"this is the game you're going to play huh?", he whispered in my ear, and i started to notice a bit of an accent in his voice. he quickly grabbed me and turned me to face him, he pressed his hands on my lower back and as we were dancing, his mouth started to explore my neck. i closed my eyes while he left wet kisses on my neck, and then he slowly reached my jaw and kissed it, going up and up he stopped very closed to my lips. one of my hands went up to his hair and when i thought he was going to join our lips together he swiftly placed his mouth next to my ear. "wanna get out of here?", he asked.

now it was my turn to murmur on his ear, "i don't even know your name."

"i'm pierre. pierre gasly" french. that explains the accent. "what about you?"

"i'm y/n y/ln", i replied.

"well then, y/n. wanna get out of here?", he smirked, and when i nodded he took my hand in his and lead us out of the party.

"here's where i've been staying for the past weeks", he said.

pierre was staying at a beach house, a very fancy one. he parked his car and we got off the car. i quickly sent a text to the groupchat saying that i was fine, and that i went out with a hot french boy so my friends wouldn't worry later. he opened the door and took my hand to guide me through the house.

"so you don't live here huh", i said, admiring the beautiful house.

"it's a nice place to live, but no, unfortunately. i'm only here for my summer break vacations", pierre said and took us to the pool area.

"what do you do for a living?", i asked genuinely curious. maybe his family has a big business, he definitely makes a lot of money.

"i'm a chauffeur", he said, smiling wide with amusement. he's probably a playboy that's why he wont tell me what he does for a living. all right, i can play this game.

"oh then i should hire you, i suppose...if you're free. you know you can't tell this to anybody but i'm actually a princess and i very much need a chauffeur to drive me around", i leaned into him in secrecy, playing along with this charade.

he took his time looking at my lips, driving me insane, and then his eyes came back to mine. "i'm at your service whenever you need a ride", he winked at me.

the pool was huge and illuminated. i felt so alive tonight, like he woke up something fearless in me. i dropped his hand and took my heels off then jumped into the pool without overthinking it, surprised to feel the not-at-all cold water. i looked up from the pool to where he stood and i smiled at pierre, "don't leave me all alone here, gasly."

he shaked his head, smiling and he started to unbutton his shirt. i wasn't trying to hide my gaze on him. every inch of him was muscle, his well trained body looked as if an old sculpturor had carved him delicately. he was insanely beautiful, every little detail about him. ok stop drooling, you fool. he took his shoes off and joined me at the pool at once.

"you know..", he said, wrapping his strong arms around my waist, "this dress is now too wet."

"a shame, truly", i said, intoxicated by his voice, and i put my hands around his neck.

"so, i believe we should get rid of it", as soon as those words left his lips, the world seemed to stop. and then his hands moved delicately to the zip on my back, his fingers lingered there and his eyes searched mine for confirmation.

"i believe so too", our noses touching he slowly unzipped my dress and then undressed me in the pool, leaving me only wearing my panties. i almost shook when i felt his big hands roaming on my back, wanting to touch every part of me.

i wrapped my legs around him, and just in queue he joined our lips together. the kiss started as a sparkle, he was surprisingly sweet and gentle, my hands lost in his hair, one of them went to the base of his neck, and that was the moment the kiss turned into a fucking firework. i opened my mouth letting his tongue in. we kissed each other like we were the last two people on earth, and we couldn’t have enough of one another. he bit my lower lip, as one of his hands went down to grab my ass, and by doing so i was even more pressed to him, and i could feel how hard he was.

"there's no way i'm fucking you in a pool", he murmured against my lips and i felt him adjust his hands, one on my ass and one on my back, i smiled against his lips and held on tight to him as he took us both out of the pool. i started to kiss his jaw, dropping slowly to his neck, while he took us to the room. i could feel his grip on my ass tightened when i kissed his neck, softly biting and then easing it off with my tongue. i heard a door opening and next thing i knew, he was kissing me again, his lips like a drug, only making me want more and more.

he gently put me down, my back hitting a soft mattress, his lips dropped to my collarbone, and then went lower. one of his hands grabbed my breast and his mouth went to the other, taking my nipple into his mouth, stealing soft moans from me, as he bit it and then swirled his tongue around it. then his mouth went lower, past my navel and stopped at my inner thigh. his hands carelessly touching my thighs grabbed the elastic of my underwear and pulled it down slowly, my core throbbed in anticipation, but just when one of his hands touched my entrance, i took his hand and stopped him, gathering every bit of control i had left.

"you're still wearing clothes", i looked at him, raising an eyebrow.

"that won't be a problem for long, then", he replied, and then stood, looking at me with hunger in his eyes.

"let me do the honors", i said and before i lost the impulse and i got on my knees and my hands traveled to the button of his pants. after they were unbuttoned he quickly took them off, and then my hands couldn't avoid to go to his firm abdomen to touch him before sliding my fingers into the elastic band of his boxers and setting his dick free. he catched my intentions and before i could grab him he put my hand away and softly pushed me back on the bed, he bent over and kissed me again.

"in bed we play my game, princess", he murmured against my lips.

3 days had passed since that crazy night. the day after it we spend it together at his house and then he dropped me off at my not-so-fancy room. not that he cared though, i smiled remembering us in the small room that was luckily empty, my friends being outside visiting some place with ivan.

"this mattress is so fucking uncomfortable i feel like we're laying on the ground", he had murmured against my lips. i couldn't repress my smile.

"suck it up, fancy boy", i had said, kissing him fiercely, soaking up every moment with him because i knew whatever this was would end soon, and a part of me didn't want to accept it.

after we slept together in my room, we said goodbye. pierre explained to me that he had a busy week at work so he had to leave the island, so we parted ways, him going to god knows where and me staying with my friends for a few more days in greece.

val, angi and me were laying all together in our bed watching an old movie when someone knocked on the door. i got up to open it, thinking it would probably be ivan, but to my surprise it was the kind lady who had rented us the room and was in change of everything.

"hello", she said smiling at me."this package was dropped off for y/n."

confusion filled me. i thanked her and took the small white box and looked ay my friends with furrowed eyebrows. i put the box on the bed and the three of us just stared at it for a moment. after snapping back to reality i sat on the bed and opened it. the first thing i saw was a handwritten note i took it and read it out loud, my heart beating faster and faster with every word.

"you seriously didn't belive i was a chauffeur right? see you on friday, princess. text me when you get here", i looked up from the note to my friends, processing the words written on the piece of paper. "pierre."

he had left his phone number after his name. my eyes darted to the insight of the box to see a single silver shining paddock pass. i looked at my friends again, shocked. val was the first one to break the silence.

"so are we gonna pretend we know what a paddock pass is?"

angi took his phone and quickly googled it, a gasp coming out of his mouth. "holy shit", she said, smiling wide. "it's a formula 1 pass, like the most vip shit there is."

i was still processing the fact that he had came back to me, sent this pass for me to go see him. but now it all hit me at once, a quiet laugh that then turned into a loud one escaped my lips. oh my god i slept with a fucking formula 1 driver.

in a galaxy far, far away | lando norris smau [part 1]

pairing: lando norris x fem! actress! reader [ no faceclaim ; reader is entirely faceless ] summary: there's little time between fast cars and spaceships, but you make it work a/n: first post on this acc, if you see a typo or a mistake no you don't shhh; the ahsoka show is rotting my brain but so is f1 so i spat this out im sorry it will happen again part 2 is on the way [ series masterlist ]

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yndeathtrooper and that's a wrap! i'm so thankful for the amazing opportunity to spend another season in a sweaty helmet as a supporting character with a tiny subplot! tune in next year to see me retun in the not-jedi show as background mandalorian #4! 🫶

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yndeathtrooper gave my manager a heart attack, lost pedro pascal in a crowd like a mother with her 3 year old, and got accused of coorporate espionage! what did you do today?

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yndeathtrooper I'M SORRY again i swear i didn't see anything i can possibly explain, and thank you guys for showing me where i was supposed to go :) landonorris Anytime

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urmomlol when worlds collide

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danielricciardo He INSISTED on watching the Mandalorian to "see what it's all about". Unbelievable.

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yndeathtrooper grogu likes @ mclaren, he told me himself

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yndeathtrooper photo dump :)

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2 years ago

brother's best friend / julián álvarez

request: julián revealing his relationship on insta with a family member of the argentina nt (personally, the idea of him getting with enzo’s sister makes me laugh at potential dynamics- because they’re so close and all)

summary: being enzo's little sister, you can bet he loves to embarrass you. what happens when the tables turn around, and the joke is on him?

pairing: julián álvarez x fernández!reader

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yourusername siempre apoyándolos 🤍💙 enzojfernandez juliaanalvarez (always supporting you 🤍💙)

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enzojfernandez qué número tenés en la camiseta? (which number do you have on your shirt?)

yourusername ?? el tuyo (?? yours)

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yourusername mate como celebración por pasar a la final! 🧉🇦🇷 (mate as a celebration for getting onto the finals! 🧉🇦🇷)

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enzojfernandez me parece que es una excusa pero como los mates estaban ricos no me quejo (i think it's an excuse but since the mates were nice i won't complain)

yourusername excusa para qué ?? (excuse for what ??)

enzojfernandez ver a cierto jugador que no soy yo (see a certain player that isn't me)

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yourusername por siempre orgullosa de ustedes y lo que hicieron 🤍🥹 los amo (forever proud of you and what you did 🤍🥹 i love you)

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yourusername la ciudad del amor 💌 (city of love 💌)

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enzojfernandez respondeme las llamadas 🤬 (answer my calls 🤬)

yourusername no puedo esperar a escuchar tus felicitaciones 🤭 (can't wait to hear your congratulations 🤭)

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juliaanalvarez más hermosa que la torre eiffel 😍 (prettier than the eiffel tower 😍)

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enzojfernandez cuando te decía hermano no era literal 🫡 (when i called you brother i didn't mean it 🫡)

juliaanalvarez hermano 😁 (brother 😁)

yourusername mi chico bonito 🥹 (my pretty boy 🥹)

juliaanalvarez 🤍 te amo (🤍 i love you)

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2 years ago

The Boy From Brazil

Chasing The Dream - S4E2

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1 year ago

𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬.

pairing. anakin skywalker x f!reader

synopsis. anakin finds loopholes in the jedi code.

warnings. 18+. this is sexually explicit, do not read this or interact with my blog if you’re a minor. do not copy my shit, i’ll find out. cock warming, p in v penetration but no movement. whimper-y anakin, if you move i'll leave the jedi order type beat.

an. just a little something i wrote for the kinktober i never did. I thought i'd post instead of letting it collect dust in my drafts. the prompt was cockwarming! hope i did anakin justice<3 pls comment & reblog.

You find him at the window.

Sitting, with his thighs open and chest bare, staring out into the abyss. The night glints at the beads of sweat sliding down his chest, and his fingers drum endlessly against his thighs.

He heard you wake up, so he’s expecting your company, and has leaned back against the chair – thin black gown falling open – ready for you to climb all over him.

It happens often.

It’s not uncommon to wake up without him.

Most nights, you startle out of your slumber – as if even asleep, you’d sensed a shift – and blink at the space on the mattress beside you.

Finding him was easy.

You pad through the living room and wordlessly reach him in his post-nightmare state. His hair is tousled, sculpted chest is slick with sweat -- there’s an energy vibrating off of him, and you can taste it in the air.

Stepping behind him, you gently run the tips of your fingers over his shoulders, and the whirlpool in Anakin’s belly settles for a second. When you move into frame, it’s gone completely, replaced by a warm heat that has roots. He breathes a smile.

“Like clockwork.”

You give him a sheepish grin in return and fiddle with the fabric of your small nightgown. There’s a moment where Anakin gets to look at you – all sleepy and cuddly – and he’s ready to escape with you off of this forsaken planet.

His will holds strong.

“Are you waiting for an invitation?” he asks, raising a scarred brow, and despite your groggy state, you still manage to roll your eyes. Stepping closer, you use his broad shoulders as anchors to slip onto his lap.

“Don’t make that face,” Anakin hushes, and while you settle back onto his thighs, his metal hand comes up. He traces the line of your jaw, “You know I let you do what you want.”

His spare hand steadies your hips, and it’s still warm from his lightsaber. Calloused fingers run over your skin, reminding you of the fight that’s leaving scars – the war that’s brewing, both inside and outside of his mind.

In moments like this, though, there’s a subtle calm.

An impenetrable force that hums over the pair of you.

You lean into his palm and whisper, “Not everything.”

There’s a haunted edge to your gaze, and your words are loaded. Anakin knows what you mean, knows all the intricacies of your subtle dig, and yet, he still manages to smile.

Well, smirk.

“What do you want? Just say the word.”

You wouldn’t, and Anakin knows that. He’s caught your bluff, and you manage a bashful smile before gently leaning forward, dragging your hips against his lap.

Anakin’s cloth-covered thigh nestles against the thin fabric of your underwear. Your smile falters, lips parting. You push your forehead against his, and whisper, “If I say the words, I’ll never forgive myself.”

“I know,” he breathes, “I know.”

I want more.

A life together, not stolen moments when the sun is down.

An attachment. A bond.

But it’s forbidden.

It’s why it can’t go any further than this.

“What’d you dream about?” you wonder. Anakin pulls his eyes away from you, instead looking to where his thigh sits. The silence is your answer.

“I’ll still ask, even if you never tell.”

He takes hold of your bare thighs, rubbing his hands up and down, and you hum his name, reaching out to push his hair behind his ears.

“Pretty boy.”

“Stop it,” he huffs, cheeks reddening.

But how can you? When he’s all sharp lines and long hair. You run your hands up the bare panes of his muscular chest, feeling the deft of his muscles, and the dampness on his skin.

The air changes – hums electric – and it buzzes as you push his gown off his shoulders.

Carefully, you lean forward and place a chaste kiss against his collarbone.

“That’s better.”

Anakin hums a laugh. His hands snake around to your lower back, dig into the fat of your ass, and using the grip there, he gently rocks you forward once, forcing your clothed cunt to drag against his muscular thigh.

You whimper. It’s quiet, but Anakin can hear it, even if it’s muffled by his shoulder.

“’ S’what you came out here for, huh?” he whispers. The electric flooding through the walls hums, but the room is still eerily silent. Anakin’s voice is a roar.

You lick your lips and drag your face up to see him. “No,” you whisper, pressing a soft kiss against his top lip, “I like being with you, even if we don’t do this.”

Anakin has to close his eyes. Words like those are fuel to the fire brimming in his chest, and it doesn’t help that you wrap your arms around his neck and fiddle with the tail end of his hair.

Arching your back, you slowly roll backwards, then forward, teasing the bulge between his legs.

Releasing a shaky breath, you repeat the motion, again, and again, near humping his leg.

A familiar ache begins to swell, coiling between your thighs and up into your belly. It makes you clench around nothing, and you mewl quietly, wishing for more – always wishing for more.

Still, you continue, slick pooling into your underwear and against his thigh.

Anakin can’t look at you. If he sees your face, his resolve will falter.

His nerves are shot. If he couldn’t feel how wet you are, he could smell it, and it makes a groan bristle behind his teeth.

He buries his head into the crook of your neck and busies himself with kissing at the soft shell of your throat, careful not to leave marks.

Once, you left a mouth-shaped mark against his stomach, and he looked at it every day for a week.

Caught himself with his top up in the mirror looking at the reflection, eyeing the way the mark sat on the firm lines of muscle, fading away with time.

A dark part of him wanted the mark on the slope of his neck.

“Wanna be inside of you.”

His admission rests heavily against your throat, and you’re thankful that he can’t see the way you clench your eyes closed.

Though, he does feel you tighten your grip on the back of his head. Feels you shift up against his thigh, and the warmth pooling in your underwear burns against him.

He can sense you’re hesitant.

“’ can be like last time. Just – Just --” he stutters, licking his lips and struggling to release the words from the back of his throat. Finally, he manages. “--Sit on it.”

“Anakin.”

He pulls away from your neck and looks up at you.

“We can use it as an exercise.”

A laugh bursts from your throat, “To test your will?”

He smiles, and because you have to, you push your cunt against his crotch, uttering, “Want me to make It difficult for you?” and white flashes through Anakin’s eyes.

He grabs your hips to steady you, tensely pushing his fingers into your skin.

“Hardest challenge I’ll ever encounter.”

“You eager to impress?”

He kisses your jaw, “Don’t I always?”

“Mm,” you hum, cradling his chin. You shift back so he can pull his trousers down, and when you take his cock in your hand, he melts. His commanding aura switches for a moment, and you watch Anakin still his breathing.

You push your underwear to the side, and as you lift yourself to sink onto him, Anakin breathes, “Just the tip – just a little bit, j-just—” and he chokes on his words, gasping as you brush the leaking head of his cock through your folds.

You halt. Whimper. Have to grip his shoulder to steady yourself, or you’ll push him inside of you all at once and hurt yourself.

You inhale steadily.

“Have to – have to go slow,” you spurt, trying to calm your tremors.

“It’s been a while since…”

You don’t have to finish your sentence. Anakin knows, and he feels a mix of pride and guilt. Only me, he thinks, and then, like a flash, only me, he swallows. And I can’t give her everything.

This. This is as far as it’ll go. He knows he’s pushing it. Knows that he’s come up with some convoluted rule to both have his cake and eat it too.

If he fucks you the way he wants to, he’ll fall in love with you. As if it hasn’t happened already.

Anakin has made lying to himself a speciality.

You push against him once more, and the tip of his cock nudges between your folds, forcing an ache to shoot through your clit and make you dizzy. You stop. Pause and curse yourself.

A slow burn builds in your thighs, and you clench down to try and mediate the burn. Anakin grunts.

“Maker,” he utters. “Sorry—” you splutter, sucking in a tight breath.

Anakin wraps his metal arm around the back of your hips, hoping to steady you. “Lemme,” he mumbles, and gently, he flexes his hips up, slowly feeding his cock into your soaked pussy.

Your lower abdomen immediately burns.

He’s being calm about it – using all his training – but there’s nothing calm about the words trickling out of his mouth.

“Oh stars,” he groans, voice wrecked, “You gonna take all of me, sweet girl? Gonna let me fill you up?”

When you finally sink to the hilt, your resolve snaps. The pair of you moan out in unison, loud and high-pitched.

Anakin buries his face in your chest, and the heat of his mouth against your breasts adds to the tension coiling in your belly.

“Don’t – don’t move,” he grunts, and you shake your head, “I won’t – I’ll come on your cock if I do,” and you don’t mean to say it like that, don’t mean for the words to come out like that, but you feel Anakin pulse from inside of you, warm and hard and wet.

He manages to laugh.

“Tryna kill me,” he shakily breathes, shaking his head. His wet lips brush against your breasts, and you want more – want all that he can give you – so you clutch the back of his head, pulling him closer, hoping he gets the message.

His wet kisses make your skin prickle.

You’re full up. Can feel him stretching you out, this feeling something that’s only happened a few times before.

“If you move,” Anakin begins, out of breath, “I’ll leave the Jedi order and spend my days inside of you.”

“Don’t t-tempt me.”

He laughs, and you accidentally clench around him, causing him to groan deep and long against your tits.

“If you do that again, I’ll come inside of you.”

You imagine it. Imagine him spilling out, the wet white of it dripping out of your cunt and back onto his cock, and the mere image of it has your clit throbbing.

Keep still. Don’t move.

But he wraps his tongue around your nipple and begins to suck.

You cry out, and all of your muscles tighten, forcing you to clench tight around his cock. Anakin jolts and whines your name against your tits.

“S’your fault,” you mewl, moaning. You hang your head back, “Stars, Anakin.”

“Try and stay still,” he mumbles, and you stutter a laugh, “Impossible.”

“It can’t be,” he responds, and while he speaks in jest, his words are sincere. The line between love and lust runs thin, and if Anakin is being honest with himself, it’s close to snapping.

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