D.O x Singer! reader

Summary: Y/n gets to meet her favorite Kpop group and makes an unexpected bond.

Note: After 11 years, I'm finally publishing my own k-pop fanfic! Not that it's important, but I've been a EXO-L since I was 9 and I'm about to turn 20. Kinda proud of this so enjoy!

Word Count: 604 (a lil short)

I stepped out of the sleek black SUV, my heart pounding with excitement, as I took in the vibrant energy of Seoul. The city was alive with the buzz of people, lights, and the faint echo of music in the distance. South Korea had always held a special place in my heart, not just because of my fans here, but also because my love for K-pop, especially EXO. Little did anyone know, behind the curtain of my fame, I was a die hard EXO-L. 

My new album, “Ethereal Dreams,” had just been released, and I was here on a press tour. The success of the album had been overwhelming, and being so popular still surreal. As I walked into the towering SM entertainment building, my nerves tingled with anticipation. Today, I had the honor of meeting some of my idols. 

“Annyeonghaseyo!” I greeted the staff warmly, my Korean fluent and effortless. Being a polyglot had its perks; it allowed me to connect with my fans on a deeper level, and today, it was my ticket to feel more at home in this foreign yet familiar place.

The staff led me through a series of hallways adorned with poster of legendary K-pop groups. My heart skipped a beat as I spotted EXO’s familiar faces. We finally stopped in front of a door, and with a gentle knock, I swung open to reveal a room filled with laughter and chatter. 

“Y/n, welcome!” Chanyeol’s deep voice boomed as he approached me with a wide grin. “We’ve been looking forward to meeting you!” 

I couldn’t help but smile back, feeling a warmth spread through me. “It’s an honor to be here. I’m a huge fan of EXO.” 

Baekhyun’s eyes sparkled with excitement as he joined us. “No way! We’re huge fans of yours too! Your new album is amazing.” 

My cheeks flushed at their compliments. “Thank you so much. That means a lot coming from you guys.” 

As we chatted, I felt a pair of eyes on me. Turning slightly, I saw D.O, standing quietly at the back, his intense gaze making my heart race. He had always been my bias, his soulful voice and charismatic presence captivating me ever since I discovered EXO. 

Gathering my courage, I walked over to him. “Kyungsoo-hyung,  it’s a pleasure to meet you.” 

He smiled softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners “The pleasure is mine, Y/n. Your music is incredible.”

Flustered, I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Thank you. I’ve actually been to a few of your concerts. I’m a big fan.” 

His eyes widened slightly in surprise. “Really? That’s amazing. I had no idea.” 

The rest of the afternoon was a whirlwind of conversations, laughter, and music. Chanyeol and Baekhyun were as charming and energetic as I had imagined, and the rest of the members were equally warm and welcoming. But it was my interactions with D.O that left me feeling both exhilarated and shy. 

As the day came to an end we gathered for a group photo. Standing next to Kyungsoo, I felt his arm brush against mine, sending a jolt of energy through me. “You should come to our next concert,” he said quietly,  his voice just above a whisper. 

I looked up at him, my heart soaring. “I’d love that.” 

Leaving SM, I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. Meeting EXO had been a dream come true , and the connection I felt with Kyungsoo wa something I hadn’t expected. Seoul had always been a city of dreams for me, and today, it had truly lived up to its name. 

Krispy Kreme

Paddock x Driver!reader

Summary: Y/n wants Krispy Kreme

Note: This is just something funny that I wrote to try to help with my writer's block as well as cope with the fact that I actually can't have Krispy Kreme because I'm on a liquid diet :(

The prestigious F1 Conference had gathered the world's top drivers, including the talented female driver, Y/n, who had been making waves in the racing world. The conference panel discussion was underway, and Y/n found herself seated among her fellow drivers, ready to share her insights and experiences. As the panel discussion progressed, Y/n's passion for racing shone through her words. She spoke eloquently about the challenges she had faced as a female driver and the triumphs that came with perseverance and determination. The audience hung onto her every word, captivated by her presence and undeniable talent.

As the panel discussion moved to a Q&A session, one audience member asked a lighthearted question, attempting to break the intensity of the conversation. "Y/n, if you could have anything in the world right now, what would it be?" Y/n paused for a moment, her mind drifting away from the intense world of racing. A mischievous smile spread across her face as she answered, "Honestly, all I want right now is a box of Krispy Kreme doughnuts. But unfortunately, they don't have a store here in Monaco."

A wave of laughter rippled through the crowd, appreciating Y/n's unexpected response. But beneath her playful demeanor, Y/n couldn't deny the slight tinge of sadness and stress that came with her Krispy Kreme craving. As the conference concluded, Y/n made her way backstage, feeling a mix of exhilaration from the successful panel discussion and the lingering disappointment of not being able to satisfy her Krispy Kreme craving. Little did she know that her fellow drivers had overheard her remarks and were planning a surprise intervention.

Lewis Hamilton, the legendary driver and fellow panelist, approached Y/n with a mischievous grin. "Y/n, I heard about your Krispy Kreme craving, and I think I may have a solution for you," he said, his eyes twinkling with excitement. Curiosity and anticipation filled Y/n's heart as Lewis led her to a waiting car. They embarked on a secret mission, racing through the streets of Monaco. Y/n couldn't help but wonder what surprise awaited her.

As they arrived at their destination, Y/n's eyes widened in astonishment. There, in the heart of Monaco, stood a pop-up Krispy Kreme doughnut shop, specially arranged for her. The familiar scent of freshly baked doughnuts wafted through the air, and Y/n's heart filled with joy. Surrounded by her fellow drivers and the conference attendees, Y/n indulged in the delicious treats she had longed for. Laughter filled the air as they shared stories and bonded over their love for racing and, of course, Krispy Kreme doughnuts.

In that moment, Y/n realized the power of friendship and camaraderie within the racing community. It was not just about the competition on the track, but the support and shared experiences that made the journey all the more meaningful. From that day forward, Y/n's Krispy Kreme craving became a running joke among the drivers. In every race and event, they would playfully tease her about it, reminding her of that unforgettable day in Monaco.

But beyond the laughter and lightheartedness, Y/n carried with her a deeper appreciation for the small joys in life. And whenever she crossed the finish line, the taste of victory would be even sweeter, knowing that she had the unwavering support of her fellow drivers and a delightful memory

Guys My Age

Lewis Hamilton x Black!Fem NASCAR Reader

Note: Let's face it. Lewis looks AMAZING for almost being 40. He doesn't look a day over 27. Anyways, hope you enjoy let me know what you think in the comments. :)

Word Count: 1.5k

 I've always been passionate about racing. It's been my dream since I was a little girl to become one of the best drivers of my generation. I've faced numerous challenges and obstacles along the way, but I never let them deter me from pursuing my goals.

While NASCAR has been my main focus, I've always been a huge fan of Formula 1 as well. The sport’s glamour, speed, and international appeal fascinated me. One race that stood out in my mind was the prestigious Monaco Grand Prix. The glitz and glamour associated with the event seemed like a dream, and I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to witness it firsthand. So, when I received an invitation to attend the Monaco Grand Prix as a guest, I couldn't believe my luck. It was an opportunity of a lifetime, and I eagerly packed my bags and headed to the beautiful principality.

As I arrived at the track, the excitement in the air was palpable. The sound of engines revving and the smell of burning rubber filled the atmosphere. I watched in awe as the sleek F1 cars zoomed past me, each one a marvel of engineering and speed.

Little did I know that fate had something extraordinary in store for me. As I made my way through the paddock, I caught the attention of a few drivers. There stood Max Verstappen, Lando Norris, and Daniel Riccardo. They made their way towards me. “No way am I meeting you, Y/n Y/L/N one of the greatest NASCAR drivers in this generation.” Spoke Daniel. He recognized me as one of the best drivers of my generation. I didn’t know what to say. This was so surreal to have these F1 superstars fangirling over me, a young NASCAR driver.

We quickly struck up a conversation, bonding over our shared love for racing. They invited me to join them for dinner later that evening, an opportunity I couldn't pass up. Eager to meet more of the F1 drivers and learn about their experiences, I accepted their invitation. If someone would have told me that I would be talking to some of the best drivers on the paddock and it would result in me being invited to dinner with them, I would have laughed square in their faces. This is truly a once-in-a-lifetime experience. I just hope they don’t pick the most expensive restaurant. Hey, I might be a race car driver, but that doesn’t mean I’m willing to spend $100 on a burger that I could get for $7 at Burger King.

The race went on as usual. A few of the drivers had to DNF due to car problems. Max Verstappen ended up winning which wasn’t a shocker to anyone. Fernando Alonso P2, and a Esteban Ocon P3. I decided to make my way to my hotel to get ready for the dinner. 

The dinner took place at a luxurious restaurant overlooking the stunning Monaco harbor. By the looks of it, I would probably be paying $100 for a burger.  As I walked in, I couldn't help but feel a wave of nervousness wash over me. All the top drivers of the 2023 F1 season were present, including the legendary Lewis Hamilton, a man who had broken numerous records and established himself as one of the greatest drivers in the history of the sport. Not knowing what to do with myself, I just stood there awkwardly. Daniel finally noticed me and made his way over. 

“Y/n, I’m so glad you could make it, we saved you a seat next to Lewis,” I nodded my head and made my way to sit down. I introduce myself to everyone. A few of the drivers started to ask me questions about my career. That was until Fernando Alonso asked me how I got into NASCAR. 

“Becoming a NASCAR driver wasn't an easy journey for me. It required hard work, dedication, and a lot of determination. From a young age, I had a deep love for speed and competition, and I knew that racing was my true calling. Growing up in a small town, my exposure to motorsports was limited. However, my passion burned brightly, and I immersed myself in everything related to racing. I devoured books, watched races on TV, and even tried my hand at go-kart racing whenever I could.

As I got older, my dream of becoming a NASCAR driver became stronger. But I faced a significant hurdle – lack of representation. As a young Black woman in a predominantly white and male-dominated sport, I knew that the road ahead wouldn't be easy. However, I refused to let that deter me. I started by joining local racing clubs and participating in regional competitions. Every weekend, I would head to the local tracks, ready to prove myself on the asphalt. The adrenaline rush I felt as I sat behind the wheel, the wind rushing past me, was exhilarating.

With each race, I pushed myself to the limit, fine-tuning my driving skills and honing my instincts. I learned from my mistakes, analyzing every lap and seeking guidance from seasoned racers who were willing to share their knowledge with me. But it wasn't just about my driving skills. I realized that to make it in NASCAR, I needed to be physically and mentally strong. I hit the gym, working on my endurance and building the strength required to handle the powerful machines I would eventually drive.

As I continued to race, word started to spread about my talent and determination. It wasn't long before I caught the attention of sponsors and racing teams. The opportunity I had been waiting for finally arrived when I received an invitation to join a development program for aspiring NASCAR drivers. The program pushed me to my limits, testing every aspect of my abilities. But I thrived under the pressure, constantly improving and proving myself on the track. The hard work paid off when I secured a spot on a NASCAR team as a rookie driver.

My NASCAR journey had officially begun. I faced challenges along the way, both on and off the track. There were moments of self-doubt when the weight of the industry's expectations felt overwhelming. But I refused to let those moments define me. I pushed through, determined to break down barriers and pave the way for future generations. I knew that my success wouldn't just be a personal victory; it would be a symbol of progress and representation in a sport that desperately needed it.

As I raced in NASCAR, I became a role model for aspiring drivers who shared my background and dreams. I aimed to inspire them, to show them that they too could break down barriers and achieve greatness. Becoming a NASCAR driver wasn't just about winning races and championships. It was about proving that dreams know no bounds, and that passion and talent could overcome any obstacle. It was about changing the face of the sport and leaving a lasting legacy for others to follow.” I see the way Lewis looked at me as I finish my story. He had this sparkle in his eye that I saw only one time before. With my ex boyfriend, before he became a douchebag. 

As I mingled with the drivers, I felt a connection with each of them. They were incredibly supportive and shared stories of their own racing journeys. Lewis, in particular, seemed intrigued by my background and accomplishments. His charisma and passion for the sport were captivating, and I found myself drawn to him in ways I hadn't expected.

Over the course of the evening, Lewis and I spent a lot of time talking. We discovered that we shared many interests outside of racing and had a similar outlook on life. Lewis talked about how he became vegan and how he eventually got his dog Roscoe on the diet. There wasn’t one thing uninteresting about him. Despite the 20-year age difference, our connection seemed undeniable. But as the night came to an end, doubts began to creep into my mind. Would our age difference become an obstacle in the pursuit of a romantic relationship? Would people judge us? Would the age gap eventually become a source of tension between us?

As I returned to my hotel room that night, my mind was filled with conflicting emotions. On one hand, I couldn't deny the feelings I had developed for Lewis. On the other hand, the practical side of me worried about the challenges we might face. I open the door to my room and make my way to the king sized mattress where I fell on. Closing my eyes, I slowly start to let myself drift to sleep, until my phone vibrated. 

It was a Instagram notification from lewis. I clicked on it to see what said. I know you felt what I felt tonight. In the two hours we’ve known eachother, I feel like we were supposed to meet. It just makes sense. We make sense. Despite the fact that  I’m old enough to be your father.  If you feel the same way meet me at room 388 in 30 minutes. -lewis <3  Was this really happening? Am I hallucinating? I think I need a drink. Besides I’m in Monaco, its legal. 

To be continued… 

ONE BAD NIGHT

Daniel Riccardo x F1!Driver reader

Summary: A song fic based on Hayley Kiyoko's song "One Bad Night"

Notes: I was listening to Hayley Kiyoko ( if you don't know who she is, I recommend listening because she is amazing) and it really inspired me to write this fic. I HIGHLY RECOMMEND YOU LISTEN TO THE SONG AS YOU READ THIS!!!!!! Let me know what you think in the comments! xoxo

Word Count: 1.3k

The night air was charged with excitement as the roar of engines filled the air. The Formula 1 circuit was alive with the electric energy of competition, and amidst the fast-paced chaos, you stood poised at the starting line. As a female driver in a male-dominated sport, you had faced countless obstacles to get to this point. But tonight, as the lights flashed and the engines revved, you were determined to prove your worth.

Among the crowd, your eyes locked with the charismatic Australian driver, Daniel Ricciardo. His infectious smile and magnetic personality had always captivated you, and tonight was no exception. The connection between you was immediate, as if the universe conspired to bring you together on this fateful night. It felt like yesterday when you first met him.  

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The sun beat down on the asphalt as the Formula 1 paddock buzzed with excitement. It was a hot summer day, and the air was thick with the smell of rubber and anticipation. As a young and determined female driver, you stood in the midst of it all, ready to take on the world of motorsport.

Among the sea of mechanics, engineers, and fellow drivers, your eyes caught sight of a familiar face – Daniel Ricciardo. His vibrant smile and infectious energy seemed to light up the paddock, drawing people towards him like a magnet. It was hard not to be captivated by his charm and the aura of positivity that surrounded him.

As fate would have it, you found yourself crossing paths with Daniel near the garage. The lyrics of Hayley Kiyoko's "One Bad Night" echoed in your mind, as if they were predicting the significance of this encounter. There was an instant connection, a spark of recognition that passed between you, as if the universe had conspired to bring you together.

You mustered up the courage to approach him, your heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. He turned towards you, his eyes lighting up with genuine curiosity. At that moment, you knew there was something special about him – something that drew you closer.

"Hi," you said, your voice filled with a blend of determination and excitement. "I've admired your racing skills and your positive energy. It's an honor to meet you, Daniel."

Daniel grinned, his eyes sparkling with warmth. "Well, it's great to meet you too! I've heard about your talent on the track. We should definitely grab a coffee sometime and talk racing."

You felt a surge of excitement and gratitude. The lyrics of the song played in your head, echoing the possibilities that lay before you. It was the beginning of a friendship – a connection that would soon blossom into something more.

In the weeks that followed, you and Daniel found yourselves spending more and more time together. Coffee dates turned into late-night conversations about racing strategies and dreams. He listened intently to your stories of overcoming obstacles and breaking barriers as a female driver, his support unwavering.

The more you got to know Daniel, the more you realized how genuinely kind and down-to-earth he was. Despite his success and fame, he remained humble and grounded, always making time for those around him. He became your confidant, someone you could lean on during the highs and lows of the racing world.

As the friendship deepened, you couldn't ignore the growing affection between you. The lyrics of the song took on a new meaning, reflecting the emotions that swirled within your hearts. There were stolen glances, subtle touches, and moments that felt like they were straight out of a fairytale.

One fateful evening, as the sun set over the paddock, you found yourselves alone, lost in each other's gaze. The lyrics of "One Bad Night" whispered through your mind, fueling the courage within you.

"I've come to realize that one bad night ain't enough to forget you," you said, your voice filled with sincerity. "I don't want to let fear or doubt hold us back. Let's take a leap of faith, Daniel."

He smiled, his eyes sparkling with the same affection mirrored in your own. "I couldn't agree more. Life's too short to let opportunities slip away. Let's embrace whatever comes our way, together."

And in that moment, surrounded by the whispers of the song, you knew that this meeting was more than just chance. It was destiny, weaving your paths together in a tale of love and racing that would transcend the boundaries of the track. As the sun dipped below the horizon, you held hands, ready to

 embark on a journey filled with exhilarating twists, heart-pounding turns, and a love that would endure the trials of the racing world.

The race began, and the adrenaline coursed through your veins as you pushed your car to the limits. Every twist and turn was executed with precision, every decision calculated in the blink of an eye. The lyrics of "One Bad Night" echoed in your mind, the haunting melody mirroring the yearning in your heart.

"One bad night ain't enough to forget you," Hayley Kiyoko's voice echoed as you raced, the words resonating with the passion burning within you. It was a love that defied logic, one that refused to be extinguished by the challenges of the racing world. As the laps flew by, you found yourself locked in a fierce battle with Daniel, each maneuver and strategy pushing you closer together.

With every lap, the chemistry between you intensified. The lyrics of the song played in your head, the words capturing the unspoken desires and emotions swirling within your soul. It was a dangerous dance, one where the line between victory and defeat blurred with the intoxicating allure of love.

As the race reached its climax, you found yourselves side by side, the intensity of the moment almost overwhelming. The cheers of the crowd melded with the crescendo of the song, the lyrics becoming an anthem of the connection you shared.

"One bad night ain't enough to forget you," the words reverberated as you fought for every inch of the track. The world around you disappeared, and it was just you and Daniel, two hearts intertwined in a battle of wills and emotions.

And then, in a split second, it happened. A daring move, a calculated risk that paid off. You overtook Daniel, claiming the lead with a surge of adrenaline. The crowd erupted in cheers, their voices blending with the lyrics that now took on a whole new meaning.

But as the race concluded, and the checkered flag waved, a bittersweet realization settled in. The racing world was demanding, often tearing apart the most fervent of connections. The lyrics of the song now took on a different tone, reflecting the challenges that lay ahead.

"One bad night ain't enough to forget you, but I'll try," the lyrics echoed, mirroring the inner turmoil you faced. The road ahead was uncertain, filled with obstacles that threatened to separate you both. But the connection you had formed was undeniable, and you were determined to fight for it.

As the sun set and darkness embraced the paddock, you found solace in each other's arms. The lyrics of the song served as a reminder of the battles that lay ahead, but also of the love that burned bright within your hearts. Together, you vowed to defy the odds, to navigate the twists and turns of life and love with the same passion and determination that had brought you together.

"One bad night ain't enough to forget you," you whispered, your voice blending with the lyrics that resonated in the stillness of the night. It was a promise, a testament to the strength of your connection, and the beginning of a love story that would endure the challenges that lie ahead.

As the stars twinkled overhead, you and Daniel held onto each other, ready to face whatever came your way. Because one bad night was never enough to forget the love that had bloomed in the heart of the fast-paced world you both called home.

Summary: Y/n and Charles find themselves in a sticky situation

Note: This is no hate to Queen Charlotte. I love her but I just kept thinking about writing this.

​​I never thought I’d fall for a race car driver. I mean, I’ve always been into sports, but Formula One was never really my thing. That all changed when I met him.

It started innocently enough. I was covering the Monaco Grand Prix as a journalist, and I needed a quote from Charles for my article. He was happy to oblige, and we struck up a conversation that lasted far longer than I expected. We talked about everything from his racing career to our favorite books. It was easy to talk to him, and I found myself getting lost in his bright green eyes.

From that moment on, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I started watching every race, cheering him on from the sidelines. I even went to a few after-parties, hoping to run into him. And I did.

It was at a party in Milan, and he was there with his girlfriend, Charlotte. They looked so happy together, and I felt a pang of jealousy in my chest. I tried to ignore it and focus on having a good time, but every time I caught a glimpse of him, my heart skipped a beat.

After that night, I tried to avoid him. It was too hard to be around him and not be able to have him. But fate had other plans.

I was covering a race in Singapore, and I ended up sitting next to him at a press conference. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, and I tried to focus on the questions, but all I could think about was how badly I wanted to kiss him.

As the press conference ended, he turned to me and smiled. “Hey, do you want to grab a drink later?” he asked.

I couldn’t say no. We ended up at a rooftop bar overlooking the city, sipping cocktails and laughing about everything and nothing. I felt alive in a way I hadn’t in years. It was like we were the only two people in the world.

But as the night went on, I couldn’t ignore the fact that he was still with Charlotte. I didn’t want to be the other woman, the one he cheated on his girlfriend with. So I said goodbye and left, trying to ignore the tears in my eyes.

We continued to see each other at races and events, always flirting and laughing, but never crossing that line. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help how I felt.

One night, after a particularly grueling race in Japan, Charles showed up at my hotel room. He looked tired and worn out, but his eyes lit up when he saw me. We talked for a while, and then he leaned in to kiss me.

It was electric, like nothing I’d ever felt before. But as much as I wanted to give in to the moment, I couldn’t. “I can’t do this,” I said, pushing him away. “You’re still with Charlotte.”

“I know,” he said, looking crestfallen. “But I can’t help the way I feel.”

I felt the same way. I was head over heels in love with him, but I knew we couldn’t be together. It was like something out of a Taylor Swift song, all the love we had but couldn't act on.

We continued to see each other secretly, stealing moments whenever we could. It was thrilling and terrifying all at once. I knew it couldn’t last forever, but I couldn’t bring myself to end it.

One day, I got a call from Charles. He sounded panicked, and I could tell something was wrong. “Charolette found out,” he said, his voice shaking. “She knows about us.”

I felt sick to my stomach. What have I done? 

Y/n Makes a JPG account

Summary: Where Y/n creates a .jpg account

tagged: lando.jpg, daniel3.jpg

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f1fan99: Da fuc did I just read? 😭

landosfuturewife: @f1fan99: I had the exact respond lol 😂

formulariccardo: I just love how chaotic this trio is 🥰

drivetosurvive.net: The queen had made a JPG account 🧎🏾‍♀️ 🥵

danielriccardo: even from the back im good looking 😍

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carlossainz55: I will never get away from this song 😞

smoothoperatxr55: I'm living for these behind the scenes post 😫

f1bydayeditorbynight: Mother has blessed us with another post ❤️

lewishamilton: okay y/n I see you getting better at photography 👏🏾

leclercland22: omg my bf looks so good!!!

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@lewishamilton: I shed a tear that day 🥲

@ouiouibaguette: what was Pierre doing on the bed? 👀

@pierregasly: a night i'll never forget 😌

@y/nismylife: is she cheating on me with the frenchmen????

f14life: @y/nismylife: Like you ever had a chance 😂

theonionlord: I love how y/n straight up friend zoned Pierre 😭

Requests are open

I'm pretty open to anything( Don't go too crazy tho). I do any fandom as long as I know what it is.

Payback

| Sub!Eddie Munson x Black Female Reader

Summary: Y/n gets payback on Eddie after he teases her in Chemistry class.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Sex (Obvi), Mommy Kink, Dirty Talk, etc.

Word Count: 734

Note: This is my first fanfic so sorry if it's complete trash.

“Y’know Eddie, I’m starting to think you like being a bad boy.” 

Y/n runs her fingers down his thigh, playing with the white hem of his shirt inching it up to reveal more of his skin. 

“Now, what would make you think that, Mama?” He looks at her in fake shock, words muffled as he pressed kisses onto your warm neck. 

“Well, for one—hey, watch those fingers, Munson,” you scolded him, elbowing his ribs softly. “You teasing me in chemistry class. That was a naughty thing to do.”

Eddie moaned against your skin, the sweet sound making a smile pull at the corners of your lips. “I’m sorry mama, I just needed to feel you ‘s all” He starts to grind on you as his finger grip your breast. 

“Oh, you’re an asshole, Munson!” 

You brought your hand up to his hair, tugging it softly. “ But don’t you worry, cause I’m gonna make you pay.”

A loud moan leaves his mouth as you rub the outline of his cock trapped inside his jeans. He starts pressing hot, kisses onto your neck, his hand pulling your skirt up to the creases of your thighs, exposing the black panties you wore. As he ghosted his fingertips across your mound, the rings on his fingers felt chilly against the rising temperature of your flesh, sending a tremor through your body.

“Eddie, you better stop teasing if you know what's good for you. ” you breathed out. 

“You're the one teasing me mama. Keep on rubbing my cock inside my jeans.” He whines. “Please just take it out already” The young boy begs. 

With her free hand, Y/n pulls Eddie’s shirt up bunching the material in her hand leaving the needy boy exposed. Eddies head falls back in relief as you pull his boxers and jeans down, your hand stroking his thick cock at a fast but pleasurable pace. Climbing on top of him, Y/n prepares to take him inside of her.

The air was silent apart from the AC/DC playing in the background and the soft groans and quiet whimpers that came from Eddie’s plump lips as Y/n slowly rocked back and forth on top of Eddie’s body, his hard length filling her up and reaching all the spots that had her trembling with pleasure. Y/n’s knees were bracketing his ribs and her hands were planted on his heaving, chest, his heart beating firmly against her palm.

Y/n – please, stop teasing, please” Eddie gasped softly as he squeezed his eyes shut, his muscles trembling as he arched his back, his chest pushing against her hands. Eddie had been quietly begging for the last ten minutes, where she had touched everywhere on his body that wasn’t his cock or balls. Just Y/n’s fingertips and the barest sensation of her fingernails roaming gently over his skin, skirting around his nipples and his crotch until he was begging, his cock stiff and laying against his stomach, leaking precome onto his skin. She had taken pity on him and carefully straddled him, Y/n’s hand tenderly wrapping around his hot and hard length and stroked him up and down, her thumb swiping over his cock head which was an angry red and using his precome to lubricate him, his moans and cries filling the silence. She had cooed quietly at him and rose up on her knees, positioning his head at her sopping wet heat –she had carefully sunk down onto him, her moan echoing with his as his own hips bucked up into her.  eventually sinking down fully onto his length and staying still as she leaned down and pressed a languid kiss to his lips, quieting his moans.

“You’re so lucky I’m feeling nice today,” She mumbled. 

Eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, Eddie felt the muscles in his thighs tighten as she sped up her pace. “Oh shit, like that, mama.”

Wanton moans left his lips, moving faster until he couldn’t do anything except grip his bed sheets. Flashes of heat rushed over Eddie’s body like waves, the coil in his stomach feeling like it was so close to snapping—until Y/n climbed off of him 

His eyes shot open, hands loosening from the sheets. “Mama—fuck, I was so close!” Eddie cried out. 

Y/n Smirked at him. “Did you really think I would let you cum after what you did today?