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Alex Dunne winning an F2 feature race never kill yourself etc
Hi if you think Théo didn't deserve the title because he has less wins you can very kindly fuck off <3
Maybe you didn't know this but the championship isn't decided on the number of wins! There's a reason points are there and being regular and getting good points is how you end up winning the title!
The point is Théo and Fred both fought very well and I'm very proud of them and I can't wait to see what they'll be up to next year and the years after that. Go boys!
Now that I've breached the first post anxiety prepare yourselves to actually see my posts on the dashboard.
Victor getting the Anthoine Hubert award and Théo winning the championship feels so special to me. ART chanting "On est les champions" and Théo wearing the French flag and hugging Victor while he's wearing it.
Tuns out your fellow countrymen doing good in sport can actually be something so personal!
christian mansell saying that he knows the fia will punish him but that wont stop him from speaking about what he believes in is the bare minimum but means so much to me
Oliver Bearman
#ob38🐻
Oliver Bearman
#ob38🐻
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OMG!!!
Does this mean that isack will be moving to f1 with maybe RB racing and Daniel will be taking Checo's seat for the 2025 season??
Like he already had practice sessions in a f1 car and good results so far, without forgetting that he's leading the championship rn
ollie to haas?? whats everyone's opinions on that?
bro don’t ask me the colour of anything
ARTHUR LECLERC THE MAN THAT U AREER
WHAT THE FUCK LIKE I KNEW HE WAS FINE BUT HOLY HELL
We miss you a lot Anthoine.
Happy Birthday Angel❤
Il Paradiso aveva bisogno dell'angelo perfetto.
È già passato un anno, ma il dolore c'è ancora. Non se nè andato.
Mi manchi Anthoine❤
Riposa in pace angelo🙏🏻
Sono giorni che provo a scrivere qualcosa, ma alla fine cancello sempre tutto. Perché? Perché ho paura di non esprimere a pieno quello che provo. Perché ho paura di dire qualcosa di sbagliato. Perché ho paura di non ricordarti come si deve. Perché ho paura di piangere un'altra volta scrivendo di te. Perché mi fa troppo male non averti qui. Perché odio che tu te ne sia andato così. Perché odio versare lacrime per te, vorrei tanto ricordarti con il sorriso ma non ce la faccio. Perché da quel 31 agosto un pezzo del mio cuore se ne è andato, è volato in cielo con te.
Di una cosa sono sicura, tu ci sei. Ti ho sentito sai? Prendimi pure per pazza, ma ho sentito che mi stavi proteggendo più di una volta. Ho sentito la tua presenza vicino a me, come un angelo custode.
Vorrei averti incontrato. Vorrei averti conosciuto. Vorrei aver conosciuto l'Anthoine Hubert di tutti i giorni, non l'Anthoine Hubert il pilota di F2. Vorrei averti vissuto pienamente. Vorrei...ma ormai non posso più, non ci sei più.
Questa race week sarà più dura delle altre. Non so se avrò la forza di tifare con il sorriso. Non so se riuscirò a commentare come al mio solito le gare. Non so se riuscirò a guardare le gare. Ma questo non è un buon motivo per non provarci, anzi ci proverò per te.
Ti prego Anthoine, proteggi tutti i nostri piloti da lassù. Dagli la forza di andare avanti, di rialzarsi dopo gli incidenti, di farli arrivare illesi a fine gara.
Anthoine, non era questo il tuo destino. Tu dovevi essere lì, sul gradino più alto del podio in F1.
Ci manchi, mi manchi.
Un anno senza di te, cavolo com'è passato veloce il tempo.
Ti voglio bene Anthoine💙
Proteggimi da lassù campione❤
Gone, but never forgotten
if you zoom in on the right pants pocket you will see that he looks to be a citrus zyn fan
i need some opinions on if clement novalak and quinn hughes look like siblings
we need more clem content
if i dont wake up to either nando or clem under my tree on christmas im filing a complaint against santa
do we know what is happening to clement? is paul replacing him for good?
always you –felipe drugovich.
slightly inspired for that one scene from little women
pov: felipe decides to confess his feelings for you after he finds out he might lose you.
"marcus snached that win from me really. it was a great move the one he did at the beginning of the race." clément goes on, he can't shut up about yesterday's race.
felipe rolls his eyes. "yeah well i really don't want to hear more about mar-"
"and now after that win he's definitely getting y/n to go with him on that trip he told me about, and since they've been seeing each other for some time he's gonna ask her for the real deal. you know i always thought y/n kind of liked you a bit but well-", clément says rapidly, but felipe feels every word like an heavy weight dropping on his heart.
"he's gonna do what?", felipe furrows his eyebrows. marcus and y/n in a serious relationship? he feels out of breath. the thought of losing you choking him.
"yeah he really likes her and she seems happy with him so he told me he would organize a trip and he would talk to her-"
"when? did he tell you when is the trip happening?", he stands up, as he grabs his phone to message you.
are you at the hotel?
he presses send.
"mmhm i don't know, he said he would tell her after the race but i don't know when or where are they going", clém says, weirded out by felipe's sudden change of mood.
"i gotta go, talk to you later", he quickly says as he heads out to go find you.
he won't let you go. he can't. no matter how much he tells himself you deserve better than him. and no matter how many times he tries to be with another girl, it doesn't change his feelings for you, those feelings that he tries to hide and bury deep inside of him.
his phone sounds. it's you.
yes.
you reply.
he's gonna tell you everything.
.
you're packing your stuff when you hear a knock on your door. it's him.
"hey", you say.
"hey. are you busy?", he asks.
"just packing", you answer. you shouldn't but you step aside and you let him in. like you always do.
he stays quiet for a bit as you come back to the bed to put the remaining things inside your bag.
"don't go on that trip", he lets out, with his face full of pain. the pain of fully losing you. and he hates how selfish he is. "don't go with him."
you freeze, hating him, hating this, hating what he still does to you. "don't you dare", you say, your lips forming a straight line, trying to pull yourself together before him. you keep your eyes on the bag, incapable of looking at him. there is no way he's doing this now, after all these years.
"i'm sorry", he shakes his head as he walks closer to you.
"so now that you've got no one, now it's the time that you decide to do this huh? when you have no one better, that's when you come for me.", your eyes water.
he doesn't hesitate to cup your cheeks and make you look at him straight in the eye, "don't you ever say that again. not when everytime i was with someone i compared them to you, always tired of thinking how would it be if they were you. and i got sick of it, sick of staying behind, sick of trying to deny how you've always been the one i want to be with. you are and will always be too good for me, but i can't let you go and lose forever the opportunity to be with you and become the man that you deserve."
tears fall from your eyes. you don't say a word, thoughts still running through your mind. he has always wanted you but never did because he thought he didn't deserve you?
"fuck you", you let out, looking to his eyes. he doesn't look away, he holds you gaze and he slightly nods.
"ask me to leave and i will", his hands don't leave your face. he knows you won't ask that. he knows you, he knows what he has to do, and what he wants to do.
"fuck you."
seconds that feel like years go by, until one of his hands goes behind your head and he closes the gap once and for all. the kiss is intense, fierce, there's no holding back now. you're both mad at each other for waiting so long for this to happen. your entire body is in flames, the kiss lightning up a fire in you. your hands are on his neck, you kiss him relentlessly.
you're both selfish, choosing each other after everything that has happened. him finally coming to you after you've been loving him all this time. and you choosing him even after that, because even though marcus makes you feel so special, you know you would always made this choice. it would always be felipe, no matter what, no matter after how long.
the kiss ends and you join your foreheads together, you can feel him slightly shaking his head.
"i love you", he says. "is it too late?"
you let out a sigh. "it will never be too late for you." and that's irrevocably the truth.
sunset –felipe drugovich
i had this dream about him and i made it a short story :)
we were looking at the sunset and his hand reached for mine, my stomach ached with anticipation, with desire. always looking for subtle clues, slight touches, stolen glances, that's how it was with him. and i knew i deserved more, but i still couldn't help to stop longing for him, for his love, for his attention.
our hands together he slowly drew me closer to him, and i wrapped my hands around his waist, resting my cheek on his chest. his arms were still for a moment, as if he were fighting a battle in his head to decide if this was right or not, but at the end he decided it was because i felt his arms wrap around me and his hand started slightly brushing my hair.
this was the closest we had been, my stomach was a mess of thrill and butterflies and love but also doubt because what did it mean? this sudden show of affection? was it a confirmation of his feelings? was i so blind for the need of him that my judgment was clouded and this wasn't that big of a deal?
i closed my eyes, trying to quiet my thoughts and just enjoy the moment. i got drunk on his smell, on the breeze in the terrace, on his firm heartbeat and the touch of his arms, of his hand on my hair.
he closed his eyes too, in that moment. he kept repeating to himself that this was a mistake, that he had to put an end to whatever this was. but he couldn't bring himself to get away from her. his hand couldn't stop brushing her soft hair. and the need was getting stronger and stronger, and he knew that couldn't happen. the need to have more moments like this, to be this close to her more frequently, to lower his head and look her in the eyes and kiss her and tell her that he was scared of how much she meant to him, that he thought of her all the time.
he lowered his arms and i opened my eyes. this was it, this fantasy was over. now he would probably act like nothing happened. but i wouldn't take it, not this time, not again. i was so tired of guessing if my feelings were mutual or not, if this meant something to him or not. i was done.
i took a step back and lifted my head slightly to look at him. i thought he would avoid my gaze but he was looking straight at me his brows a bit furrowed.
"what do you want from me?", the words left my mouth before i could overthink everything. a moment passed, our eyes locked but then he turned his head. he didn't say a word. my heart burned, every fiber of me was aching. i let out a shaky breath. he started to shake his head softly as he took a step back from me.
there it was. the all so familiar distance between us.
"don't", i spit with anger. "don't walk away." he didn't take another step, but he still wouldn't look at me. "tell me what this is. because i'm exhausted of looking like a fool", tears were threatening to run down my face and i couldn't help it. he seemed to listen and finally his eyes returned to mine. for a second his eyes burned with something close to hurt but then he managed to bring his blank face back, as if he didn't care what i was saying.
something glistened in me. i wasn't gonna back down now. i was gonna get my answers. "tell me then. because i refuse to keep searching for your soft touches and your furtive glances. you feel the same way as i do or you don't, felipe, it's time for you to talk to me", i breathed in. "i'm not falling for you if you're gonna keep acting like this. i'm not catching feelings if the other person doesn't feel that way too, i'm not doing that again." god knows i've had my heart broken in enough occasions because the feelings were not reciprocal and even thought i already felt strongly about him, i was not putting myself through that hell again. so if this was the end of whatever this is, so be it.
"again?", he narrowed his eyes, his voice low. his head hurt of imagining her in love with somebody else and getting hurt by it. but he couldn't do anything. as much as he didn't want her to be with anybody he also didn't want her to get his heart broken by being with him. "so go fall for somebody else." his chest ache after saying those words, but he needed to get her away from him.
a tear escaped from my eyes and i wiped it fast. "is that what you want?" i was pathetic, still being here, still looking at him and feeling a little bit of hope.
"it doesn't matter what i want", he shaked his head, and i was glad to see that his mask was starting to fall apart, his blank face was crumbling. "it's the best for you if you go and find somebody else", he said, raising his voice a bit, desperately trying to keep her at a safe distance. but then he froze when suddenly, he felt her hands cupping his face. his breath caught and he struggled to look at her when her face was so close to his, and their bodies were touching and when her eyes shined with hope.
"but i don't want somebody else!" i said, my heart beating faster and faster. "i want you."
his heart was about to explode, all of the feelings for her that he kept trying to ignore, blooming stronger than ever. he couldn't understand how she wanted him. how she was willing to face him and tell him all of this. she was braver than him, time and time again she continued to amaze him. her optimism, her sweet yet fierce behavior. trying to stay away from her was the hardest thing felipe had ever done. but he was done. she wanted him, he couldn't keep denying that fact, and he wanted her, so maybe there was a chance. maybe this was different and she wouldn't leave him. the past had hurt him to the point of closing himself to the idea of falling in love again but maybe it was time to look to the future that she could give him. maybe she was really the one for him.
he closed the gap and kissed her fiercely, remembering all those times that he had looked at her while she didn't notice, all the times he found a way to brush his hand with hers, all the times he had imagined kissing her.
i kissed him back with every part of my being. too many times i had imagined his lips on mine, and it was finally happening. but no matter how i had thought of it, the kiss was a thousand times better, it was full with need, and also relief, it was like the wall that was keeping us apart had broken. he had broken it. he with his serious demeanor, and his necessity to keep his distance, he had kissed me.
we broke the kiss gasping for air, lost on each other. "i'm sorry", he said, our noses touching. "i'm sorry it took me so long to do that."
he was still a bit afraid but right now, with her hands on his face, her face this close to his, he allowed himself to accept this, accept his feelings and hope that she was different to whatever had happened with girls in the past.
she smiled, nearly blinding him by how radiant she looked.
"you're fucking right", i replied. he kissed me again.
Ollie Bearman smut? Maybe with virgin reader
First Time|OB
Word counts 980
Warnings mentions bjs, hjs,dry humping and fingering, boob play and p in v (protected)
You and Ollie have been dating for almost a year now. You two are both still virgins but have still done sexual things together. You have given a blow job as well as a hand job and he’s gone down on you and fingered you. You also couldn’t forget the classic dry humping. Ollie wanted to make your first time special so he decided to take you out on a nice dinner. He did the classic rose petals on the bed and candles. He even asked Charles for advice on what to do. Charles gave him helpful advice like “ So take her somewhere nice on a date, make some flirty comments then on the drive home subtle touches on her thigh and finally you kiss her and take her to your room and sees how it goes from there but don’t forget consent that is the most important thing in the world”. Ollie then asked Charles for help on the act and Charles said nope. Ollie then decided to go to the internet he found some interesting websites that showed some interesting positions. He then is his browsing found some videos that showed people having sex. The video he can never forget was this video that showed rough sex of spanking that wasn’t Ollie’s cup of tea. Ollie then went to the shop and bought a packet of condoms as he definitely doesn’t want to get you pregnant or be a dad before becoming an f1 driver.
Ollie was driving you two home now after the dinner you two had Ollie was being more flirty than usual . He had his hands on your thigh higher than it ever been before but it was nice. You were ready to have sex with Ollie. You are the last virgin in your friend group and your friends keep asking you when you and Ollie are going to do it. You don’t answer them as your sex life is none of their business. Ollie takes you inside his apartment. He then leans in and kisses you sweetly at first but then you open your mouth to allow him to put his tongue in your mouth. You two are now making out. Ollie then lifts you up and carry’s you to his room. The rose petals on the bed and the candles. Ollie gently placed on you the bed and crawled on top of you. His brown eyes looked perfect in candlelight. Ollie then started kissing your neck. He found that spot that made you let out your first moan. He then said “ can I take your dress off and we can stop at anything”. You said “yes okay Ollie but let me take your shirt off”. Ollie took your dress off leaving you in just your bra and panties. You took his shirt off and you felt Ollie hand at your bra clasp. You nodded yes giving him permission to take it off. He took it off revealing your boobs to him. He moved his lips from your neck to your boobs. Giving them each equal attention. This was making you wet and you could feel Ollie getting hard.
You then pulled his trousers down leaving him in just his boxers. You could see his bulge and you could not want for his dick to be inside you. He then moved his lips down to your body to your stomach. He moved his hands to pull your panties down and you nodded your head again. He pulled them down revealing your wet pussy. Did you recently shave as you know your first time would be soon. He rans his fingers through your wet folds. You remember the first time he fingered you that his fingers were so much better than yours. You remember helping him that time on what felt good for you. Ollie then found your clit and gave it slow circles causing you to moan. Ollie says “ can you open your legs a bit wider please love”. You did so and Ollie then moved his fingers down further in to your entrance knowing his dick was gonna be there soon was arousing. He also curls his fingers trying to find your g spot. He knows he found it when he hears you let out a loud moan. Ollie could feel you were getting close but wanted you to finish around his dick so he pulled his fingers out. You pouted at him.
Ollie looked through his drawer for the condoms he bought. He already opened the box earlier and had used a few trying to figure out how to put them on. He grabbed a condom and pulled his boxers down. Showing you his rock hard dick. He unwrapped the condom and put it on his shaft. He then climbed on top of you again. He said “ you ready just tell me when I can move”. He put his dick in you. It felt nice you never got the hype of sex before maybe that why you have been a virgin for this long. It took you a few minutes to get used to his size. You said to Ollie “ you can move now”. Ollie took what he learnt from the video and started thrusting up into your g spot. It feels so good that you were pulling on his brown curls. The familiar feeling of your orgasm was coming back. He started thrusting into you faster as he felt himself that he was gonna cum soon. Ollie wanted to make sure you came first so when he felt your walls tighten. He felt proud. You came first and soon after he came in the condom. Ollie pulls out of you and bins the condoms.
Ollie then cleans you up and tells you how loved you are and how good you did. You could not imagine losing your virginity to anyone else.
focus – pa17
you just can't help staring at paul's hands and arms. it's impossible not to.
genre: smut 😵 oh dear
pairing: reader x paul aron
warnings: fingering, smut, idk just the regular
word count: 2.6k... it was meant to be a blurb but nope
requested: yes !! requests are still open <3
author's note: felt good to write pa17 😚😚 his number has been jumping between 16 and 17 a couple of times now on the f2 website but i hope it stays as 17 because i love that number. i know i say this pretty much every time i write smut but like... this felt like the dirtiest thing i've ever written....... in hindsight, it wasn't that bad but like shdkfhdk i cringed so hard as usual. anyway. sorry to my estonian readers out there (looking specifically at you elle because you're the only estonian i know lol) for the short mention of the reader not speaking estonian. hope everyone enjoys tho <3
waking up to an empty bed is one of the things you hate the most in the world. especially when you're supposed to be accompanied by your boyfriend, but he's mysteriously disappeared.
it's been a long week, the first one back to reality after a good winter break, so it takes you some time to wake up from your deep slumber. the sound of one-sided chatter from the kitchen is what finally wakes you up, the warming scent of coffee filling your nose instantly. your mind is so groggy that it takes you a little while to figure out that paul is on the phone with someone – and that the reason you can't understand him isn't that you're tired, it's because he's speaking estonian.
unwillingly, you force yourself out of bed once you understand that he isn't going to join you back in it anytime soon. you pull on a random oversized shortsleeved shirt and a pair of sweatpants before going off to find him in the kitchen, his back turned against you as he leans onto the counter, speaking into the phone. paul turns around at the sound of a chair scraping against the floor as you pull it back, taking a seat at the kitchen table. when he takes you in, a smile reaches his lips and he strolls over to you.
karl, he mouths to you as he points to his phone with his free hand – karl is probably going off about paul's winter break gym program for the tenth time this week, you assume – before letting his hand reach for your cheek instead. after his thumb brushes across your cheek a few times, he leans down to press his lips to your forehead.
then, he turns and walks back to the cupboards, pulling out two mugs and pouring some of the coffee he's been brewing into them. he balances his phone up to his ear with his shoulder as he picks up the mugs, carrying them over to you while letting out a string of confirmative sounds, seeming only mildly interested in what is being said on the other end of the line.
you accept the cup from him, both hands wrapping around it and feeling it warm up your fingers instantly. paul takes a sip of his coffee as he takes his phone into his other hand again, suddenly breaking out in a tangent that you understand nothing from. when paul slips down in the seat opposite you, your gaze shifts to look out through the window, watching the late sunrise leave its hues over the city below you. you've always loved morning moments like these, when there's no rush in the world, nothing to worry about, no reason to stress. it's always so easy to get lost in these moments, in the sound of birds chirping in the distance and the pink clouds flying away into the horizon.
but paul breaks you out of your trance. his free hand reaches for one of yours, removing it from your mug and instead intertwining your fingers with his. you smile subconsciously at the action, your eyes moving over to watch your laced hands. but when you do, you can't help but let your gaze wander.
you've always had a thing for his hands and arms. it's silly, you think, but there's something about it that makes you weak. when paul wears jewelry, it just contributes to your obsession – the silver rings and the pretty bracelets that he only takes off for racing make your heart flutter anytime you see them. and thinking about the pleasure those slender fingers of his bring you...
you would never tell him about it, though. sometimes, you think he must be the most oblivious man in the world for not noticing how you so often blatantly stare at his arms. but then again, he probably would tease you until the end of the world if he found out.
it's easy for you to get carried away by the sight of his arms. the way his fingers fit so perfectly between yours, the way little freckles and moles are scattered across his skin, the way the muscles in his forearm flex when he gives your hand a little squeeze. it's like time and the outside world doesn't exist: it's just you and paul. and his hands and arms.
paul has to call out your name twice to get your attention. when you finally snap out of it, his eyebrows are raised slightly and his lips are curved into a sly smile. "what are you doing?"
"n-nothing!" you let out instantly, although you know that he won't fall for it. you hadn't noticed him hanging up the call – you hadn't even started drinking your coffee yet. you had been too busy... admiring.
"really?" his hand lets go of yours, filling you with a disappointing feeling in just a second. but then, his fingers start grazing up and down the bare skin of your arm, from your wrist all the way up to the sleeve of your shirt. your eyes follow his hand without a single blink. "you seemed so focused, though?"
when his hand suddenly moves past your shoulder and his fingers make their way up to your neck, you can't help but gulp. your gaze slowly moves to the cheeky grin on paul's face as a shiver shoots down your spine. "no, i was just…" speaking gets harder and harder when he lets the pad of his pointer finger brush up along the side of your neck, touch ever so light but more than enough to throw the butterflies in your stomach into a fit.
paul tilts his head, eyebrows rising again. "just what?" he asks, feeling your escalating pulse when he lets his thumb run up the front of your throat. the way your body is physically reacting to him is so amusing to him – and enough to make his own heart begin to race. his thumb reaches your chin, and then travels further along your jaw, hand settling around your jawline. "you're really pretty, did you know that?"
your eyes flutter closed when his thumb caresses your pink-tinted cheek. he draws random shapes into your skin, little hearts and simple flowers, before slowly making his way to your lips. his thumb runs along it once, twice, and on the third time, it's like you act on instinct. suddenly, you've stuck your tongue past your lips, giving him a little lick. his movements stop and you take it as a sign, leaning your head forward just a little to invite his finger into your mouth.
you open your eyes again and you take in the sight in front of you. paul's jaw has dropped, eyes wide and zoned in on your lips. the corners of your mouth curve into a slight smile, completely loving his reaction, but you aren't done here. your tongue swirls around his thumb once, and paul's breath hitches in his throat. he almost pulls his hand away from you in pure shock – but then he lets his curiosity get the better of him, and he keeps it in place. he's far too intrigued to see how far you'll take this.
he merely blinks at you when you quicken the speed of your tongue, eventually even beginning to suck lightly on his thumb. he's completely lost in it now; in the way you're so innocently playing with him, your pretty eyelashes batting at him and your lips forming a slight pout around his finger.
has his pants suddenly gotten much smaller, or is he getting this hard already?
when you finally pull him out of you, he's completely speechless. you chuckle, deciding that maybe now it's your time to tease him. "you seem really focused, paul. what are you doing?"
he pauses for a moment, but then his lips crack into a cheeky grin. "oh, please," he starts. "don't pretend like you didn't enjoy that just as much as i did."
you want to interject, tell him about how he was quite literally flabbergasted until just a second ago, but he cuts you off.
"i knew you liked my hands, but… you like them that much?"
your own hands instantly come up to cover your face, wanting to hide the embarrassment that’s likely growing more and more obvious by the second. so he did know about your obsession all along? "paul-"
"no need to disappear," he interjects. suddenly, he's standing by your side, and in one swift motion, he's swooped you into his arms and carried you to the living room couch. you let out a yelp when he drops you onto it, but you're smiling at him when he removes your hands from your face. he grabs both of your shoulders, pushing you down slowly until your back hits the couch before climbing on top of you. "if you like them that much, let me use them to make you feel good."
he hovers over you for a second to see if there's any kind of hesitation in your face, but the way you look up at him tells him how much you want this. he doesn't waste any more time, immediately leaning down to lace his lips with yours. the sound you let out against him has been held back for long now and it gets him going instantly.
you wrap your arms around his shoulders for stability as his hands move down your body, one stopping by your hip while the other continues its journey under your shirt. his touch is so light it almost tickles you, and the coolness of his rings against your warm skin sends tingles through your body. his finger dips along the bumps of your ribs, all the way up to your breast. his thumb is still slightly wet with your saliva when it makes contact with your nipple, making your mouth slack against his.
there's no way you can focus on the kiss now; all of your thoughts are on his hands, and he can tell. he breaks the kiss and starts kissing along your jaw instead, his pecks sloppy as he concentrates on kneading your breast. the little sounds you let out when his finger flicks your nipple are like rewards to his ears. his hand that had been on your hip starts moving too, letting his thumb dip just below the hem of your sweatpants.
his head pulls away from your skin. "may i?" he asks, fingers pulling on the hem of your pants. when you don't give him an answer, too immersed in the feeling of his other hand still on your boob, he halts his actions. a chuckle erupts from his throat. "hey, listen to me."
what comes out of your mouth sounds more like a whine than words, but it's accompanied by a quick nod and he understands the meaning behind it. he snickers, pulling your sweats and panties down in one swift motion, your breath hitching as the cold air meets your already-soaked core. your entire body is waiting in anticipation, so eager and so needy that when he drags a finger along your slit, a shudder of pleasure passes through your body.
when paul looks up at you again to see how you're reacting, you have an arm draped over your eyes. he instantly frowns and stops his actions. "hey, i thought you liked watching my fingers?" he asks, and you nod impatiently. one of his hands reach up to grab your wrist. "well, then we can't have this. you need to be able to see my fingers as they work on you."
he pulls your arm away, and you meet his gaze the moment you open your eyelids. the look in his eyes almost takes you out there and then; the look of satisfaction, enjoyment, and just pure love makes you so thankful to have someone as good as this man, looking like there's nothing he'd rather do at nine in the morning than please you with his fingers.
when he notices how you're craning your neck just to catch a glimpse of him, he gets an idea. he sits up more properly again, reaching for two pillows behind him. you shoot him a questioning look, watching as he climbs over you again. then, he snakes an arm around you before propping you up on the pillows; a smaller one underneath your chest, and a bigger one under your head.
"there we go," he hums as he settles between your legs again. "that should make it easier, no?"
you don't have time to answer before you feel him teasingly brushing against your folds again. this time, you don't dare hide – and quite frankly, you don't want to, either. the view you have is far too good to look away from.
one of his hands wraps around the inside of your thigh to spread your legs, as the other hand's thumb draws circles on top of your clit, the little bud so sensitive already. when he finally slips a finger into your dripping core, you can't resist the urge to let your eyes roll back, feeling so good already. it doesn't take many pumps before he pushes another finger in you, too, spreading them apart and stretching you out fully. your hands grab the material of the couch below you, fists turning white as he speeds up his movements and adds yet another finger.
he pulls out a throaty moan from you when he curls his fingers inside of you, hitting just the right spot. you feel like you're reaching your limit already, and the way your breath is getting quicker and more high-pitched lets paul know just how close you are. when his free hand reaches down to play with your clit, you can't take it anymore, the orgasm washing over you instantly.
you really don't want to miss one more second of this, so you force your eyes open and look down. paul loves to hear you whining as you come, seeing your body shudder with the orgasm, and feeling you clench around him – especially when he's fucked you with just his fingers – and the prideful look spreading over his features is a sight to behold. when he helps you ride out the orgasm, your eyes flicker between his face and his hand pumping in and out of you, and you're sure it's the hottest thing you've ever seen.
then, the view is outshined by what he does next. he pulls out of you, your slick covering his fingers. and after that, he pushes his fingers into his own mouth, cleaning them up and sucking them off like they taste better than his favorite meal. holy shit.
"that's..." you speak in between heavy breaths. "so... fucking... hot..."
"you're quite hot yourself," paul says, eyes just barely pulling away from your face to look down at his crotch. "like, do you see how hard i am? just from watching you?"
a weak giggle passes through your lips as you follow his gaze, impressed by the effect you apparently have on him. "want me to help you out with that?" you ask, raising your eyebrows with your suggestion.
"well, if you're offering..."