#Checo Perez x reader smut

[maxillness]

🇲🇽 || Mafia AU, chap 1 || SP11

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, oral (f), fingering, slight sub!checo

Wordcount: 2k

I’m starting this new mafia AU series where there’s a different parring for each chapter. There isn’t gonna be a regular upload, but more when I feel like writing it and I don’t know how many chapters there’s gonna be

Masterlist

If she knew how this day would turn out, she had prepared some more, but in her industry, everything can slip out of plan, and into the soggy sink

That was all she could think about as she stood in the kitchen, looking down into the soggy sink ‘This could be my life in a matter of seconds’

“Y/N, my father would like to speak with you” She turned around at the sound of Lance’s voice. Her boss’ son

Her heart dropped to her stomach. Last time anyone in the house heard the words, they lost a member of their family

“Sure” She sighed as she stepped away from the sink

As she walked up the big stairs, she kept thinking about the soggy sink she just walked away from

Her breathing was heavy as she stood in front of the office door. She tried to calm down before she knocked on the wooden door

She heard a faint confirmation that she could walk in “Lance said you wanted to speak with me” She was visibly nervous, her hands shaking as her steps were uncoordinated

“Yes. Close the door and sit down” She did as told, sitting down in the chair in front of him “Anything to drink?” He asked which she shook her head slightly to

He poured himself a glass of something and put a few ice cubes in it, taking a sip of it. They held eye contact for what felt like hours

She hesitated to speak as she wasn’t given permission to, but the silence was killing her every nerve “What did you want to speak about?”

“I’m stepping down” He sighed, earning him a surprised look from the woman opposite to her “I want you to take over for me”

Her mouth hung slightly open, unable to get words out, she managed anyways “You want… me, to take over for you?” He nodded slightly “Me? Why not Lance? He’s your son after all”

“You’re the best there is, and you’re young, you have a lot of years ahead of you if you get this position, besides, Lance is…” He shrugged “Lance. Let’s keep him as our driver, no?”

“I might not approve of your so called interrogation method, but you’re a good at your job nonetheless, and I want you to take over for me. And I bet, after a short while, you’ll lay down Alonso, getting all his dirty secrets out” He had always spoke softly to her. She was the only he spoke soft to

“Okay” It was the only word she could manage to get out as she nodded slightly, taken aback by his sudden retirement from the industry

“Also because none from Alonso’s side really knows who you are, and if they do, they don’t have a face to associate with the name” He said leaning back in his chair

“Well… My method has always worked, no?” She chuckled, shrugging slightly, to which Lawrence agreed “When?”

“End of the week” He answered “I’m just missing a few boxes to pack”

“End of the week? It’s Wednesday” She scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest

“You can get the big bedroom?” He suggested “And you get this office”

“It is a nice office… Are you leaving the alcohol behind?” She asked cheekily

“You can keep the good stuff” He answered with a chuckle

Lawrence had some knucklehead hired to help moving furniture. Sergio or some shit, she didn’t really care

He was pretty though

“Can I keep him?” She asked, sitting down on the edge of the porch beside Lawrence

“Checo? Sure” He chuckled, taking a sip of his whisky “You gotta convince him to stay though, he’s an old friend, but you won’t have trouble anyways” He chuckled again

She clicked her tongue, shaking her head slightly with a soft smile “I’ll miss you” She sighed softly

“Don’t go soft. You got a family to protect now” He said, looking into the garden, watching as most of the family was in the pool, having fun

“Besides, if you have to take the Alonso family down, you need to be tough, Y’know” He said “And I can’t really get up from this porch by myself” He added with a chuckle

“Right” She smiled, standing up before helping Lawrence up

“First day tip; a bird told me Alonso is using George Washington University Hospital” He told her “And I’m guessing the rest of the family is too” He said, clicking his tongue twice

“George Washington you say?” She hummed “I’ll check it out… Tomorrow though. I’ll relax today” She chuckled

“Ma’am?” She looked up from where she was lounging in the sun bed, looking up at a sweaty Checo

“Yes?” She asked, biting her bottom lip softly

“Um… I got it all moved around. The bedroom and the office” He stuttered slightly, blushing softly

“Yeah? Let me see. Help me up” She said, giving him her hand so he could help her up “You got some soft hands” She hummed, feeling his hands

“Oh, um… Thanks, I guess” She smiled softly before she walked back into the house and up to the office

“Nice” She nodded slightly as she looked around the office “And the bedroom too?” Checo nodded, following her to the bedroom

She opened the door to the bedroom, seeing all of Lawrence’s stuff gone, and hers there instead “What’d you do to Lawrence’s stuff? He didn’t want it with him” She asked, stepping into the room, looking out of the window

“He wanted me to sell it” He nodded, walking up beside her, his side leaning against the window

“Sell it? Hm” She hummed “You want to stay for dinner?” She asked, her finger trailing down his chest, a cheeky smile on her lips

“Dinner? I- um. Lawrence wouldn’t want that” He stuttered, turning all shades of pink

“Lawrence isn’t here anymore” She smiled “Please, stay. It’s the least I can do for all the trouble, Y’know? Pay you back” She stepped closer to him, pushing him softly against the window, his head turned to the side

“Unless you want me to pay you some other way of course” She leaned further in, her breath panning over his neck

“D-dinner’s fine” He stuttered between heavy breaths

“No fun” She sighed but, gave him a short and soft kiss to his pulse point, earning her a slight whine

She stepped back “Dinner’s in 30 minutes” She sighed before turning around, but Checo had grabbed her hand, pulling her back against him

“I could use a tip though” He said, his lips brushing against hers “Don’t get paid a lot with this job”

She leaned in, kissing him softly, Checo kissed her back immediately, his hand on the back of her head

She tucked at his hair, pulling him away from the kiss “Don’t have time for that. After dinner though” She said, patting his cheek softly before walking away from him

Dinner was quick. Before she knew it, she had Checo pressed up against the bedroom door, mouths against each other messily

She stepped back, pulling Checo with her, pushing him to the ground as she sat on the edge of the bed

He immediately got to removing her pants and her panties, throwing them carelessly away

Checo kissed up her inner thighs, his hands tight on her waist under her shirt which she quickly got rid of

She pulled on his hair, pushing him closer into her, and he luckily got the hint, his tongue immediately working on her clit, his hand tighter on her waist

“Fuck. Just like that” She moaned softly, her head thrown back, her other hand grasping at the sheets beneath her

She started moaning a little louder as he pushed in two of his fingers, immediately starting to curl them upwards

She rolled her hips, moving against his tongue and fingers, her orgasm already nearing

“Fuck, yes. God. You’re good” She moaned, her thighs starting to shake slightly around Checo’s head

Her hand tightened in his hair, pulling slightly at the locks as she came around his fingers and tongue

He rode out her orgasm before he pulled out and away from her, standing up to push her back onto the bed, each of his knees on either side of her, his hands working on his belt

She took his hands into her own, stopping him “Stay. Come be a part of the family” She panted slightly

“What?” He asked confused, his accent slightly thicker than it was before

“Come on. I think you’ll be useful” She shrugged slightly “You’ll get your own bedroom and bathroom” She added

“I-I don’t know” He sighed, looking down at her

“Come on. Stay” She bit her lip slightly, her hands trailing down his torso, landing on his waistband, slowly undoing the button, his breathing hitching

“Okay, okay. I’ll stay” He said once she had finally gotten her hand wrapped around his cock, slowly starting to jerk him off

“Good choice. Come on” She said, scooting back into the middle of the bed, curling her finger to the tell him to come closer

He crawled further into the bed, his body placed in between her legs, his cock lined up with her entrance

She locked her legs around his hips, Checo’s hand on her back, unhooking her bra, throwing it to the floor

Her arms hooked around his neck, his own hands on her upper waist, slowly pushing into her, his face hidden in the crook of her neck

His hips started slow and soft, but quickly became faster and harder

Her nails dug into his shoulder blades, praises falling off of her tongue that made the Mexican whine and whimper

Her words were soon incoherent between her moans as she started feeling Checo twitch inside her, pulling her closer to her second orgasm

“You feel so good” She moaned softly, her mouth just by his ear

“Please. Can I come inside you?” His voice was mumbled against her skin and covered with a whine, but she understood him

“Yes. Yes, you can” She nodded, and not another second went by before he stilled his hips, coming inside her, his thighs shaking slightly

Another second went by before she came around him, her body shaking again, his name falling off her tongue softly

He collapsed softly on top of her, still buried inside her

Her hands caressed his sweaty back, nails ghosting over his tanned skin

“Will this happen again?” He asked softly, grunting as he slowly pulled out of her

“Probably not” She sighed “You can take a shower. I need to do something really quick” She stood up from the bed, getting her panties on and a night gown “You can sleep in here as well” She said before leaving the room

She walked down the hall, knocking on the door she knew was Lewis’. She heard a faint come in before she opened the door

She saw Lewis sitting on his bed with a book, and what looked like to be a sleeping Nico beside him

“Asleep?” She asked in a soft voice towards Nico

“Mhm. I take it he’s staying?” Lewis asked with a cheeky smile

“Yeah. For now. Tomorrow, show him what’s what?” She asked softly, making sure not to wake Nico

“Yeah. Of course” The Brit nodded “He’a not staying, by the way” He said, motioning to Nico

“Oh, I don’t mind. I know what Lawrence was like, but really. He can stay as long as he want and as long as he doesn’t get in the way” She whispered

“Thank you” He said with soft eyes, and a slight smile

“Of course. Anyway, good night” She said, walking out of the room, closing the door behind her

She walked back into the bedroom after her shower, seeing Checo in bed but not asleep

“Tomorrow, Lewis is gonna show you what’s what, and then I’m sending you out with him to get something for me” She said, getting under the sheets

“Lewis?” He asked confused

“The dark handsome one? He was at dinner? British?” “Oh, him. Yeah, sure. No problem” He answered

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kink-o-ween '24 - master-list

welcome to kink-o-ween 2024! this is the master-list for every fic that is being posted for this little event. it is on par with kinktober, but with my own bunny spin on it! this will be updated daily until the end of the month and will contain every kink-o-ween fic that it being posted!

please read the tags on the post before reading!

alexander albon - virginity

max verstappen & charles leclerc - threesome

lance stroll - toys

daniel riccicardo - cockwarming

logan sargeant - shower sex

charles leclerc - pet play

lando norris - lingerie

sergio perez - hate sex

fernando alonso - semi-public sex

oscar piastri - breeding kink

toto wolff - daddy kink

max verstappen - rivals

lewis hamilton - free use

lando norris - collars/leashes

logan sargeant - praise kink

max verstappen - dom/sub dynamics

alexander albon - wet dreams

carlos sainz jr. - roleplay

lando norris - size kink

lance stroll - brat

toto wolff - degradation kink

george russell - mirror sex

max verstappen - filming/recording

carlos sainz jr - slutty behavior

lando norris - mafia au

oscar piastri - temperature play

toto wolff - power dynamics

fernando alonso - alternate universe (ceo au)

daniel ricciardo - uniform kink

lewis hamilton - non penetrative sex

toto wolff - monsters au

thank you to the love and support of my fandom friends & fans of the blog. i hope that you love what i create and you have a happy halloween <3

[checosbluespring]

secrets we keep (pt1) → mv1

max verstappen x perez!fem reader

genre: one night stand, teammates sister, pregnancy

cw: 18+ MDNI, smut, oral (male receiving), p in v, slight spit play, dirty talk, mentions of pregnancy, pls let me know if i am forgetting anything

word count: 3.1k

song: too sweet - hozier

sidenote: hi everyone! finally a new fic is here and it's a max one! this is going to be a two parter, so keep an eye out for the next one! please let me know if y'all have any ideas or requests for a fic (I write for all drivers), also not beta read. hope you all enjoy <3

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The roars of the crowd were loud as Max crossed the finish line, followed closely by Sergio. For a second there you had thought your brother would overtake the world champion, but nonetheless he fought hard and gave the team what they wanted, a 1-2 finish. 

It wasn’t often you got to go to your brother's races, maybe only a handful a year but you were lucky to be able to get the time off to join your niece and nephews for the Japanese Grand Prix. Sergio would topple over if he knew you had the hots for his teammate. Every time you have met with Max, it’s been very cordial. Polite hellos, asking how life in Mexico is, what you have been up to since he last saw you. 

A part of you wondered why he was so timid with you. Was it because of Sergio? Being the baby of the family left him feeling protective of you, but you don’t think that would affect how Max interacted with you. I mean you barely saw him. 

Watching the pair on the podium set tears in your eyes. You were extremely proud of your big brother and his teammate. 

Your dad absolutely adored max and had invited him to join us for a celebratory dinner after the race. Which to your surprise he happily accepted. 

You were staying at the same hotel that both the bulls were at, so reconnecting for dinner would not be difficult. After the race you decided to head back to freshen up and change your clothes into something a little more fancy. At the race you were wearing a white tennis skirt with a red bull polo tucked in. For dinner you decided to wear a  black  over the shoulder dress that fit you perfectly. Finally ready you walk down and see that only Max is waiting in the lobby. Your stomach turns at the thought of being alone with him.

Picking his head up from looking down at his phone he notices you walking toward him and waves shyly. “Hi y/n, looks like it’s only us ready” he said in a tiny voice. You are always so used to him being outspoken it kinda scares you a little. “hi maxie, you know how my family is with time management, they should be down here soon” you said with a laugh, not even acknowledging the nickname that slipped from your mouth. 

A sudden tinge of pink washes over Max’s cheeks and you feel heat radiating up your neck. Act cool, you keep telling yourself but you are so nervous. Max was all you ever wanted in a guy. Handsome, sweet, confident, the list could go on. You knew deep down though your worlds would never clash well. You lived in Mexico with your parents - working as a teacher. Max lived in Monaco and raced for one of the best teams in formula one history, surrounded by models throwing themselves at him. You couldn’t blame them, you would do the same, if you thought you ever had a chance. 

“No worries, I always have to wait for Checo to come to our team meetings” he laughed. “I bet, if there’s one thing my brother isn’t know for it’s being on time, thank you for coming to dinner with us though, we really appreciate it, I know my dad and brother do a lot”

With a smirk on his face something shifts “oh just your dad and brother, not you?”. You feel the breath knocked out of your lungs, just as you are about to open your mouth to respond, tiny roars make notice in the room and you almost fall at your nephew running to you, so you could pick him up. Silently you thank your nephew for the interruption. 

Dinner goes smoothly. You sat at the opposite end of the table with the kids, while your brother, dad, and max were deep in conversation. You swore that Max kept looking at you though, sneaking glances. 

As the check gets situated, all of you make your way out onto the busy streets of Japan. You hear your brother speak up “Y/N are you gonna come get ice cream with us” and while you were deeply contemplating it, you decided to pass up the offer and head back to the hotel. 

“No I think I'm gonna head back to the hotel and pack, I want to take the kids to get breakfast tomorrow morning before we leave” you say.

“no puedes caminar solo es tarde en la noche” (you can't walk alone, it's late at night) your brother worries. 

“Sergio, I'm fine, it's not that far from the hotel, I'll grab a taxi” before he could protest, Max jumped in.

“I can take a taxi back with y/n, I'm super tired after the race, and I'll make sure she makes it to her hotel room” 

“Are you sure Max?” Sergio asks.

“Yes I'm sure, it was a lovely evening, thank you for inviting me” 

Your family bids their farewells and walks away, leaving just the two of you waiting for a taxi. As you guys are picked up, you both don't say a word in the car, sitting in an uncomfortable silence. Max pays the driver and you thank him quietly. Making your way up to the floor where both of your rooms are, you stop at his first. “Thank you for bringing me back Max, I appreciate it” 

“Of course it's no problem, hey I'm actually not really that tired, do you wanna play Fifa or watch a movie?” he asks. Something deep down is telling you to decline. Spending time with him is just going to dig you deeper in a hole with how you feel about him, nonetheless, you can't let this opportunity go and accept this offer. 

Walking in you notice the room is ten times bigger than yours, with a balcony and jacuzzi tub in the middle of the bathroom. Max must notice your awe because he says “I don't know why they give us such big rooms, we are hardly ever even in here”

“Haha it's nice for Checo because the kids get to play around” 

“You are really close with them, aren't you?”

“They are practically my own, when their mom is out doing business I usually keep them, I also help homeschool them” 

“Well that's very sweet of you” he says while taking a seat on the bed, while motioning you to do the same.

“Do you want something to drink” he offers

“No I'm okay” you politely decline. You still can't believe this, you are in Max Verstappen's room all alone. 

“Okay let's put on a movie! What are you up for, should we do action” you sense a sudden shift in his mood, you can't quite place it, maybe excitement. You believe he can probably sense that you are nervous. The mention of action makes your ears perk up.“Can we please watch fast and the furious, I am on a mission to have all my friends watch it”

Max doesn't protest, just laughs quietly and nods, setting the movie in place. You make yourself comfortable and take off your big hoop earrings and heels- even though they werent big by any means they still hurt you. Once you are back in bed with him, you notice him looking at you.

“Is there something on my face?” You laugh

“No i just guess I never noticed how different but similar you look from checo”

“Really? How so?” You question

“Well for one, you are very pretty, but you have the same freckles that Checo does covering your cheeks and nose” Max’s comment has you feeling shy, you know you must be sporting a prominent blush across your face and neck. 

“well thank you Max, it's funny because growing up, i never had freckles, but i think being out in the sun for races and the kids karting tournaments have really brought them to surface” 

“That's interesting, I admire how close to your family you are, something I wish I had” he says so quietly you almost miss it. You don't know what possesses you to do this but you place your hand over his and say “you are always welcome in this family max, we all love you, and no matter where sergio goes next year- you will always be welcomed with open arms” 

He stares at you with a blank face- unable to tell what he's thinking you begin to think that was the wrong thing to say when suddenly he leans down a plants a gentle kiss over your lips. You gasp at the touch. Max pulls back with wide eyes and says “shit I shouldn't have done that, Checo will kill me if he found out”. Instead of agreeing with him, you keep your hand held tightly over his and whisper “he doesn't have to know”. That's all it seems to take for max to lean back in and start kissing you. 

You grab the front of his shirt, gripping the fabric in your hands. His palm cups your jaw, slowly deepening the kiss. Once his tongue makes his way in, you let out a quiet moan. 

Grabbing your hips, Max shifts your position so that you are laying on the bed while he towers over you. “You are so pretty y/n, been wanting to do this forever” he says while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. While you want to pour your heart out, your nerves stop you and all you can do is nod and say “want you so bad max”. 

He continues to kiss you, tracing his mouth up and down your neck and along the junction between your shoulder and neck placing feather-like kisses. There’s nothing more that you want then for him to leave a big bruise plastered for everyone to see but you knew that wasn’t possible. 

You grab his head and place your lips back on his. Moving his hand to your hair he grips it tightly, keeping you in his control. Slowly he rocks his hips down to meet yours, creating a union of moans to spill from the both of you. This must be the breaking point for max because he stops to take off his shirt and grabs your dress to do the same. Not before asking “is this okay”. 

“Of course it’s okay, I want all of you” you whisper out. His pants also come off in the process. Both of you left in your underwear. You could feel yourself soaked through your panties. Max moves his hand so that his thumb is slowly running along your slit through the fabric. A moan is pushed out of you with a quiet plea of more. 

Growing impatient you tug the straps of your bra down your shoulders exposing your breasts to him. This catches his attention because Max is on them immediately. Sucking and kissing them, basically worshiping them. “Fuck, these tits are perfect. They were practically popping out of your dress earlier, wanted to take you to the bathroom at the restaurant and just suck on them for hours” 

You would have never guessed Max to be into dirty talk but it’s a pleasant surprise. “I want you in me Max, please, I’ve been waiting for this” 

“How can I deny such a pretty girl? '' With that being said, Max gets up and walks to his bag to pull out what seems to be a condom. While he’s doing that, you shimmy your underwear down your legs and throw it somewhere in the room. Before he approaches the bed, Max takes his underwear off and you see his cock spring free. Your mouth instantly waters at the sight. He’s big, just like you thought he would be. Pale and veiny. Pink and wet at the tip.

You wanted him in you but not before you got a taste of him. You motion him up towards your mouth, so that his legs are on both sides of your shoulders. “I want to taste you, can I Max?” You said hoping your voice and eyes truly show the desire you have burning for him. 

“Go ahead sweetie, suck me off”

That’s all you needed to hear before taking the tip in your mouth, lightly sucking. Max groans at the sensation and places a hand behind your head for support. Popping yourself off the tip, you lick a long strip under his shaft, following the prominent vein that lies there. You place feather-like kisses on the head hoping to tease him. As you look up at him, you see his mouth slightly agape, eyes stuck on you. “Don't tease me baby, c'mon”.

You start to bob your head, up and down, making sure you move your tongue back and forth. You palm at his balls and hear a hiss, thinking he must be sensitive. 

“Fuck, you suck me off so good, this mouth was made for me, wasn't it y/n” 

You whimper at the words and try to push yourself further down his cock. Grabbing your head, he pulls you off and says “I need to get in you”. 

You nod your head fast and practically beg “please Max, please want you in me”.

As he positioned himself between your legs, he's looking directly at your core, you start to feel a bit insecure and try to close your legs, but he uses both his to keep them open. “You have such a pretty pussy, want to absolutely devour it” what he does next has you almost combust. He hovers his mouth over your core and lets a string of spit come done to coat you. Taking his index and middle finger he holds you open and lets another drop of spit fall on you. You are moaning so loud, you place your hand over your mouth to try and keep yourself quiet. 

Max places two fingers in you while simultaneously rubbing slow circles over your clit. You are desperate for him to get in you. “Max I'm good, you can get in me”.

That's all he needs to hear before he puts his condom on and sinks into you. The burn is unlike anything you have felt before. You were definitely not used to his size but the stretch was addicting. As he builds up pace, you place your hands over his back, your fingernails gripping onto his shoulders, it feels so so good. “Faster” you whisper. Max listens. You could already feel the coil in your stomach about to snap, what pushes you over the edge is Max’s dirty talk. “You wrap around me so good, best pussy I've ever had, what would people think if they saw my roommate's sister coming all over my cock” you can't respond, all you can do is moan.

Finally catching your breath you say “you feel so good Max, you are gonna make me cum” and you tuck your head into his neck licking a fat stripe near his Adams apple. “I'm gonna come too, come with me y/n”.

The next couple of minutes go by in a blur, you feel yourself clenching on his cock, cumming while he pumps in and out of you with his hand rubbing at your clit. He kisses you hard as he groans into your mouth. “Fuck that was good” he states and all you can do is nod. 

Max takes off his condom, and goes to the bathroom, returning in his underwear, with a warm washcloth. You feel embarrassed but you let him clean you up. You are left undressed so you ask if he could hand you your dress. The room is filled with an awkward tension. Max can tell because he lays down on the bed and pats it for you to lay with him. 

You feel like you should decline and be on your way, not wanting to overstay your welcome. But you genuinely don't think this will ever happen again and want to cherish what little time you have in the same proximity.  You lay with your head on his chest and his arm thrown over you with the tv playing in the background. Time passes quickly and within 30 minutes you hear soft snores coming out of max. You take this as your cue to leave. You slip yourself away and gather your belongings. Taking one last glance at him you smile and quietly make your way out of the room. 

You don't have a lot of time to reflect once you get back to your room because you have to shower, and pack for your flight in the morning. You don't know if you and Max will ever reconnect like that, but you are grateful for the time you shared. 

You don't see or hear from Max before you leave Japan, but maybe it's for the best. Your brother didn't expect anything and you are determined to keep it that way. 

The first couple of weeks back in Mexico were rough, slowly recovering from your trip. Around 6 weeks after being home and two more grand prix taking place, you feel sick, like a stomach bug has really knocked you down. It was so bad that you weren't able to go to the Miami gp like you wanted. 

Deciding it has been lingering for far too long you decide to go to the doctor. The first thing they ask you is if it's possible if you are pregnant. Your first thought is no, but you remember you and Max had hooked up around two months ago. You feel a pit in your stomach and your heart rate speeds up. You couldn't be right, he wore a condom, and you hadn't had sex for like a year prior to that. 

After you take your pee test, you have never been more scared or felt more alone. You want your mom here. After what felt like an eternity, the doctor came in with a smile and sat down. “Congratulations y/n you are pregnant”. The world came to a stand still and all you can do is cry. 

Because how in the hell are you going to tell your brother you are pregnant with his teammate's baby. How are you going to tell Max that you are pregnant? 

Simple. You won't. 

[formulawolff]

cat & mouse - s.p.

pairing: female driver!reader x red bull!sergio pérez

word count: 2.4k

warnings: mentions of divorce, murky areas of morality, freshly divorced checo, smut, sex in a public place (oopsies!), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it y'all!), penetration (p in the v guys), creampie, cursing, allusions to infidelity (mainly checo thinking about you), mutual yearning & pining (that good shit), angst, yadayadayada

sergio was a virtuous man.

well, more like he considered himself a virtuous man.

he was a husband, a father of four children, a popular and prominent figure among his home country, and got along with just about anyone he met. he was an established driver in the world of formula one over the course of thirteen years, spending time with approximately five differing teams.

he considered himself to be kind, honest, and flexible. several qualities that you would consider to be appealing or excellent qualities.

that all changed the second you signed your contract to drive for scuderia alphatauri for the 2024 season as their second driver.

although daniel ricciardo was considering one last season of racing for the team, he opted out, pursuing a simple life of retirement from the racing world. however, he still hung around, joining various media teams for racing commentary and analysis.

actually, daniel was the one who advocated for your position within the team, presenting a lengthy powerpoint slideshow to christian horner and laurent mekies. as the latest f2 champion, daniel stated that you were the perfect candidate for the team. additionally, the press and publicity surrounding your win was nothing but positive, so it would not only bring a stream of publicity to the team, but potential sponsors.

as the first female driver for the alphatauri team, christian harbored his reservations. however, laurent was all for it, stating that as long as you proved yourself to be an asset, he would happily take you in.

and that is exactly what you did, scoring points at the first grand prix of the season in bahrain.

when you were first introduced to yuki tsunoda, he was not entirely over the moon, but he was civil enough. however, over the course of the first few weeks, the two of you got to know one another more, quickly becoming inseparable.

not only did you establish a close friendship with yuki, you were able to become more acquainted with the other drivers on the grid. a few of them had hesitations at the thought of competing with a woman, but yuki was quick to remedy that.

after calling a few of them misogynists, they quickly shaped up, becoming more friendly and encouraging over the course of the season.

yet, there was one driver in particular who caught your eye.

sergio pérez, lovingly referred to as checo by fellow drivers, the formula one community, and his team, oracle red bull racing.

sure, he was attractive with his fluffy dark hair, his radiant, bright smile, five o'clock shadow, and the freckles that dotted his cheeks and nose.

yet, it was his demeanor that really drew you in.

he was far more reserved than the other drivers, often remaining quiet during press conferences, only speaking when directly asked a question. he was not one to hog the spotlight, as he often praised his fellow driver, max verstappen often. his comedic timing was unmatched, the punchlines of his jokes hitting exactly when they needed to.

he was thoughtful, often giving you advice when the other drivers didn't, providing you with insight that you needed. he stuck around after races, often congratulating you on your position or complimenting your qualifying time.

to you, he was the perfect man. a wonderful combination of devastatingly handsome features and great personal qualities.

there was one thing though. there's was always a catch when it came to things that were too good to be true.

he was married. happily married, at that.

and the father of four children.

the thought of pursuing a married man? shameful, tasteless, and absolutely classless.

yet, there were a few things that you were blissfully unaware of.

sergio wanted you.

actually, he yearned for you.

nearly every second of every day, his thoughts were filled of ridiculously lewd and filthy images of ruining you. pounding that pussy until you reached that peak. devouring absolutely every inch of you until you were a weeping, whimpering mess beneath him. coating your body with his cum, claiming you as his and only his.

your presence was enough to send him spiraling, his cock throbbing in his pants or suit, aching for your touch.

to him, you were an angel that happened to walk this earth, gracing everyone with your wondrous and pure light.

another thing that you were unaware of was the fact that he was divorced, signing the papers merely months ago.

he just happened to wear that band on his left finger for the sake of preserving his personal life.

which, is part of the reason why he felt so fucking guilty.

although he was a single man, he still had a family and an amicable relationship with his ex-wife. he needed to focus on maintaining those relationships rather than fantasizing about a fellow driver.

yet, he couldn't control the fantasies. they just happened to appear. you were constantly on his mind, whether he was conscious of it or not.

he could be seconds away from the finish line on the track, and the only thing he could picture was how your lips looked wrapped around his cock.

to say that he wanted you was an understatement at this point.

he craved you.

and that satisfaction of finally getting you where he wanted you?

fuck.

that was going to glorious, euphoric even.

ever since max let it slip one intoxicated evening that you mentioned having a little crush on him. he even went into detail, describing how you admitted that if you were going to fuck one driver, it would be checo. the confession only confirmed that he wasn't the only one driving himself insane over this. you were in the same boat, pining after the driver for months now.

so, he was going to have to tread lightly, though. find that perfect window of time and somehow get you alone long enough to fulfill that ravenous hunger.

almost like a game of cat and mouse.

he was the predator, poised and eager to pounce on his prey.

there were moments in which he almost had you.

like last week, when you were on your way to your motorhome, with no one beside you. no yuki or daniel, just lost in your own little world on your phone.

sergio had to fight every voice in his head screaming at him to catch up to you, ask if you wanted to go out for some drinks or some food. if things went according to plan, you would accompany him to his own place.

however, he didn't.

and fuck, did he regret that.

yet, here you were beside him, sitting so delicately on the plush cushion of the couch, flipping through a random magazine, the pages fluttering. the silence was not necessarily comfortable, but it wasn't awkward either.

which, would hopefully work in his favor.

"how do you think this weekend is going to go?"

his voice, so soft you almost didn't hear it, fills your ears. you glance up, clearing your throat as you shrug, "i'm not sure. the weather conditions aren't looking too hot. do you know where everyone is? are we too early?"

sergio's gaze falls on the clock resting a few inches above the doorframe, brows furrowing, "i'm not too sure. i thought the email said 3:00 p.m. maybe there was a typo?"

the four red bull drivers were supposed to meet with a potential new sponsor, promising a hefty sum if all went well. it was for some type of new energy drink. you didn't really pay too much attention to the email, you just happened to remember the location and time you were supposed to meet.

the meeting was located in a tiny office in the red bull paddock, tucked away in one of the corners. it was not the most brightly lit space, as there was only one overhead light. there were no windows, almost reminding you of a detention space or solitary confinement due to the lack of posters or decor on the walls.

the only places to sit were two quaint couches, along with a tiny table situated between them. you were the first one to arrive at 2:15 p.m., figuring you could just mess around on your phone. not like you had any other plans anyway.

checo was about five minutes behind you, flashing you that beautiful grin the second he noticed you were already there.

as you flip to a new page, you can't help but feel a sort of tension hanging in the air, almost clouding the two of you. he's on his phone, his knee bouncing, almost as if he was anticipating something.

but what? you weren't quite sure.

"okay," he exhales, "ican'tfuckingtakethisanymoreandsincewe'realoneithinkit'sjustbestitellyouwhati'vebeenmeaningtosayforthelastfewmonths."

the words come tumbling out of his mouth so rapidly you can barely distinguish them. tossing the magazine on the table, you turn, facing him.

"checo, what the fuck did you just say?"

he straightens his posture, leaning in so that his mouth is merely centimeters from yours, "i'm very fucking attracted to you, okay? i can't fucking think straight right now because all i can think about is fucking the shit out of you."

you blink, heat billowing into your cheeks, flourishing down your neck as he licks his lips, his eyes fixated on one thing.

your mouth.

"i-i-," you stammer, scrambling for formulate some sort of response, "i mean, i'm very flattered that you-"

"and i know your little secret," his lips curl into a smug smirk, "max told me about your crush."

"oh fuck," you groan, burying your face in your hands, "when did he-"

"it doesn't matter."

his hands envelop yours, pulling them away from your face, "i have an idea of how we can pass the time before this meeting."

"sergio, there are literally people who could walk in at any minute-"

"i know," he nods, "and that's why i locked the door after i came in."

"you're ridiculous," you roll your eyes, folding your arms across your chest, you cock your head, "how exactly are we going to pass the time then?"

"well," he begins, "i want you. you want me. there's a few things we could do."

"how about you demonstrate?"

"oh?" he tilts his head, "you want me to?"

"i do."

"that's all i need to hear princesa," he leans in, so close that the tip of his nose brushes yours, "we'll have to be quick, though."

"i'm sure you could be quick-"

his mouth crashes into yours, both hands grasping your face as he sucks the air out of your lungs, kissing you with such a fiery intensity that it left you reeling, your mind struggling to process any coherent thought.

"usually i take my time," he pulls away, nearly panting, "but i need to be inside of you."

he prompts you to lay down, hovering above you as he fumbles with the drawstrings of his sweats, your fingers hooking the hem of your leggings. you pull them down, just enough so that the fabric is bunched up around your ankles.

at the sight of you spread open beneath him, sergio nearly comes undone.

your pussy was far more perfect than any of his fantasies, glistening in the light as his fingers trace along your folds. he's breathless, deeply entranced by the way your hands wrap around his base and shaft, feeling the entirety of his length.

this was all too much. too much for his mind to process.

yet, he was fueled by that burning lust, desperate to quench that flame.

desperate for you.

he situates himself between your thighs, wetting his fingers with spit. his hand glides along his cock before pressing against your entrance. you arch your back, in a vain attempt to get closer.

the moment he's inside, your walls stretching so wonderfully to fit him, his hand covers your mouth, the driver fighting to suppress a moan himself.

picking up the pace, his hips roll, ensuring that not too much noise is made as he pounds into you, bliss rippling in his chest.

the way your head rolls back, eyes squeezing shut with pure pleasure. the way your figure was so breathtaking under him. the way your tight walls squeezed around him, nearly gripping him, coaxing him in even further.

this was heaven.

it had to be.

and fuck, if he had more time?

oh god.

sergio could feel the accumulation of pressure in his abdomen, the way the euphoria was building by the second. fuck, he wasn't even in you that long and he was already on the verge of cumming.

as flustered as he was, perhaps it would be a blessing.

after all, the clock on that wall now read 2:42 p.m.

max and yuki would be there any minute now.

"sergio," your voice is a whisper, "y-you're going to make me-"

"cum princesa," he coos, a hand reaching out to caress your gorgeous face, "cum for me. i want to feel you cum."

he can barely finish his sentence before you're tensing up, inner thighs spasming as you orgasm, your plush lips parted every so slightly.

the sight is enough to bring him over that edge, his chest heaving as he releases inside of you, coating your walls with his cum. as he pulls out, the two of you exchange a shared glance, untangling yourselves from one another.

"fuck," you suck in a breath, pulling your leggings up, "fuck, fuck, fuck."

"i am so sorry," sergio pulls up his sweats, "i can buy you a morning after pill if you-"

"we'll talk about it later," you swiftly cut him off, "sergio, you need to get the door."

"oh fuck," the realization washes over him, "right."

as he crosses over to the door, you carefully fix your hair, ensuring that there were no strands out of place. the driver glances over his shoulder, tutting.

"you don't need to fix anything. you already look insanely beautiful."

"thank you," you murmur, fighting a wide smile as his mouth places a tender kiss on your temple, "we need to look like we didn't just-"

"i'll try my best to act normal," a chuckle bubbles up in his throat, "i don't think i will be able to focus on this meeting though."

"and why's that?"

"because i just fucked the-"

that's when the door handle wiggles, max popping in his head in.

"oh hallo! i didn't know you guys were already in here! how long have you been-"

"only a few minutes," you respond, absentmindedly scrolling through your phone.

"okay," he shrugs, strolling over to the couch, "hey checo?"

"yeah?" the driver's head swivels towards max, his brow arched.

"why are your pants on backwards?"

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He's Tough

RB!Daniel Ricciardo x Fem!Reader

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I stood in the Red Bull garage, feeling the familiar buzz of excitement and anticipation that came with every race. Daniel was out on the track, doing what he loved most, and I couldn’t help but smile as I watched him navigate the curves and straights with his usual skill and grace. We had always been couple goals, the kind of relationship everyone admired. The other WAGs often told me how lucky I was, and I knew it. Daniel was everything to me.

But then, everything changed in an instant.

I was watching the monitor, my eyes glued to the screen as Daniel approached a particularly tricky section of the track. Suddenly, his car spun out of control, crashing into the barriers with a sickening thud. My heart stopped, and the garage fell eerily silent. I could see the race engineers frantically trying to communicate with him, but there was no response.

Panic surged through me. I tried to run out to where Daniel was, desperate to be by his side, but Christian Horner grabbed my arm, holding me back. “You can’t go out there, Y/N,” he said firmly, his eyes filled with concern.

I struggled against his grip, tears streaming down my face. “But he’s not responding! I need to be with him!”

“Let the medics do their job,” Christian insisted, his voice a mixture of authority and sympathy.

Minutes felt like hours. Every second that ticked by without news was torture. Finally, the medical team managed to extract Daniel from the car, but he was unconscious. My heart shattered as I saw his limp body being placed on the stretcher. I feared the worst, my mind racing with horrific possibilities.

Max Verstappen, who had been called back to the pit lane due to the red flag, came over and tried to comfort me. “He’s tough, Y/N. He’s going to be okay,” he said, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

But I could barely hear him over the sound of my own sobs. The ride to the hospital was a blur, my mind consumed with worry. When we finally arrived, they rushed Daniel into surgery for his injuries—a broken wrist and a concussion. The waiting room was cold and sterile, a stark contrast to the warmth and joy that usually surrounded our lives.

Hours passed before a doctor came to update us. “He’s stable,” she said, and I felt a sliver of relief. “But he’ll need time to recover.”

When they finally let me see him, I rushed to his bedside. He looked so fragile, so unlike the strong and invincible man I knew. His eyes fluttered open, and he gave me a weak smile. “Hey, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.

I burst into tears again, holding his hand tightly. “I thought I lost you, Daniel. I was so scared.”

He squeezed my hand gently. “I’m here, love. I’m not going anywhere.”

In that moment, I realized how much I needed him, how much I wanted our future together. “Daniel, I’ve been thinking,” I began, my voice shaking. “I’ve always said I didn’t want kids, and you never pressured me, even though I know you really wanted them. But after today, I know I want everything with you. Marriage, kids, all of it.”

His eyes softened, and he smiled. “I’ve always wanted that with you, Y/N. And I promise, I’m always going to be here for you. I’m never going to leave you.”

A mixture of fear and excitement bubbled up inside me. “Good, because I’m pregnant.”

For a moment, he just stared at me, his eyes wide with shock. Then, a slow, joyful smile spread across his face. “We’re having a baby?”

I nodded, tears of happiness streaming down my face. “Yes, we are.”

He pulled me close, despite the pain it must have caused him. “I love you, Y/N. We’re going to have an amazing life together.”

As I held him, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them together. Our love was stronger than any crash, any injury. And now, with our baby on the way, our future looked brighter than ever.

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Happy anniversary||Checo Perez x fem!wife!reader

Summary — it’s your anniversary and you have a plan to torture your husband

Warnings — hand cuffs and fem!masterbation and use of toys

Word count—2772

Repost form my old blog

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Dinner had been flawless, the wine flowing easily, his laughter even more intoxicating. You couldn’t take your eyes off him—the way his shirt hugged his chest, the little smirk that played on his lips whenever you said something that amused him. He thought he had the upper hand tonight, completely unaware of what you had planned.

Dessert came and went, and as you sipped the last of your wine, you knew the moment was right. You stood slowly, smoothing the fabric of your dress, the dress was revealing and showed off your curves as you walked behind his chair. Checo tilted his head to look at you, curious.

“Stay still,” you murmured, leaning close enough that your lips almost brushed his ear. He froze, his breath catching slightly, and you smiled. Reaching into your purse, you pulled out the handcuffs, letting them dangle in front of him for a moment before you moved to clasp one around his wrist.

“Y/N…” His voice was low, laced with surprise and amusement. “What are you doing?”

“You’ll see,” you whispered, securing the second cuff to the other arm of the chair. His gaze darkened, his lips parting slightly as he tested the restraints.

You stepped back, letting him take in the sight of you—the woman who now had him at her mercy. Slowly, you slid off your heels, the sound of them hitting the floor echoing in the quiet room. Then, with deliberate movements, you reached for the zipper of your dress, pulling it down inch by inch.

Checo’s eyes were locked on you, his usual confident demeanor replaced with something more vulnerable, more raw. He shifted in his seat, testing the cuffs again, as you let the dress slide down your body and pool at your feet.

“What are you up to, cariño?” he asked, his voice rough, but his grin giving him away.

You walked toward him, trailing a finger down his chest, stopping just above his belt. “Just giving you a show,” you said with a sly smile. “You’ve been so good to me. Tonight, I want to show you just how much.”

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing, as you moved back to the center of the room, letting the game play out. The power shift between you was electric, and you reveled in the way he watched you, unable to tear his gaze away.

"Esto no es gracioso. Quítame las esposas ahora mismo". Checo grunts, pulling at the cuffs, the cool metal digging into his wrist.

“ En mí, cariño, todo valdrá la pena en un momento.” You replied teasingly with a wink undoing the garter belts of the lingerie set that you were wearing slowly.

Checo’s eyes widened as he watched you slowly undo the garter belts, the sound of the clasps clicking open echoing in the quiet room. His gaze lingered on the indents left on your thighs, a hint of frustration and curiosity mixing in his expression.

“No tan pronto,” you said, a smirk playing on your lips. “You'll get what you want, but only when I decide."

You could see the heat in his gaze, the hint of anticipation in his face as he strained against the cuffs. Each movement only served to dig the cuffs deeper into his skin, leaving him even more immobilized, completely at your mercy.

With a slow, deliberate move, you ran your hands up your thighs, feeling the silk brush against your skin, causing a shiver. Your fingers stopped just above the lace of your panties, teasing him with the promise of more to come.

Checo's breath hitched as he watched your hands roam over your thighs, his eyes darkening with desire. The way you were teasing him, keeping him on the edge, was driving him crazy. He tugged at the cuffs again, the metal clinking against the chair.

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you watched him struggle. He was used to being in control, to having things his way, and now, he was completely at your mercy. And you were enjoying every moment of it.

You continued your slow torment, letting your hands caress the lace of your panties, the fabric just barely covering the secrets underneath. His gaze was glued to you, his breathing growing more labored with each passing second.

He shifted in the chair, his muscles tensing as he struggled to maintain control. But you could see the frustration in his eyes, the way he was fighting against the cuffs that held him in place. It was a game, a game where you held all the cards, and you knew you had him right where you wanted him.

"Cariño," he said, his voice hoarse, "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" You laughed, a playful tone in your voice as you replied, "Why wouldn't I? You're so helpless right now. It's a good look on you."

Checo's jaw tightened, his eyes locking with yours. "Watch it, cariño. I won't forget this when I get my hands on you." You chuckled, not budging under his warning. "Oh, I'm counting on it. But for now, you're mine. And I'm going to take my time with you."

Checo's eyes widened as you slowly, teasingly, pulled down your panties. His gaze was riveted to the slow reveal of your legs, his breathing growing heavier with each inch of skin exposed. When the lacy fabric hit the floor, he swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"See something you like?" you asked, your voice thick with desire. He could only nod, his eyes roaming over your body, his gaze hungry, appreciative. Smiling you teasingly drag your fingers up your body stopping at the clasp of your bra. Keeping eye contact you undid the clasp letting your breast fall free taking off your bra dropping it to the floor.

The sound that escaped Checo's lips reminded you of a whimper. His normal brown eyes were now black and filled with lust. His cock was straining against his pants and throbbing painfully as he watched you.

"You're killing me, you know that?" Checo hissed, his voice low and strained. His hips bucked as if to emphasize his point, his restrained hands clenched into fists.

“Oh I know but it’ll be worth it,” you say pulling out your chair away from the table leaving enough space so you could prop your feet up on the table. Sitting down you reach for the chair beside you grabbing the vibrator you had placed there before Checo had got home. Looking back at him you give him a wink as you hold the vibrator in hand and the other lazily plays with your clit.

Checo's breath comes out in a sharp gasp as you display yourself so boldly. The sight of you sitting there playing with yourself. His eyes are glued to your fingers as they circle your clit, spreading your wetness. He can't look away even if he wants to, his hand twitching with the need to touch you.

After a few long agonizing moments, you stopped to taste yourself moaning at the taste. Checo let out a groan. "Fuck..." He mutters under his breath, watching you taste yourself. The sound of his struggling against the handcuffs is the only indication of how much he's dying to touch you, to return the favor. His breathing is becoming more ragged, his cock painfully hard and aching.

"You want something, don't you?" you teased, a sly smile playing on your lips. "You want to touch me, to taste me, to make me scream your name."

He nodded, words seeming to escape him for a moment as he fought against the metal restraining his wrists. "God, yes," he managed to hiss out, his voice strained.

"But you can't, can you?" you continued, enjoying the control you had over him. Your hand moved, turning on the vibrator. The sound of it fills the room. "You're completely at my mercy. And I plan on taking full advantage of that."

His jaw clenches, teeth grinding together in frustration. "You're enjoying this way too much," he growls, watching helplessly as you bring the buzzing toy to your center, slowly spreading your legs wider to accommodate it. "Please..." he begs, voice hoarse.

"Please what, Checo?" you ask, your voice dripping with sultry sensuality. "What do you want me to do? What do you want me to give you? I'm calling the shots here."

He lets out a groan, his hips bucking involuntarily, desperately trying to find some relief for the aching that's building within him. He looked at you, his eyes dark with need, like a man starving.

"You're a cruel woman, Y/N," he growls, his voice strained with need. "Teasing me like this, making me watch you but not letting me touch you." He licks his lips, his eyes darkening as you continue to pleasure yourself with the toy

You smile coyly, your eyes never leaving his face. "I know," you respond, your voice a gentle tease. "But you're enjoying it, aren't you? All this built-up frustration, it's driving you crazy."

The toy is still buzzing between your legs, the sensations sending jolts of pleasure through your body, and his eyes follow every move, his eyes darkening even more. "Do you want to touch me, Checo?" you ask, playing with him. "Do you want to replace this toy with your hands?"

He nods, his eyes locked on yours, filled with a desperate need. "Yes," he pants, his voice raspy with desire. "Yes, I want to touch you, to feel your skin under my hands. I want to be the one making you moan, not that damn toy."

He glares at the toy like it's his enemy, his rival. "Can I at least speak freely? Can I tell you what I want to do to you, without the toy between us?" His hips buck, imagining it was him, not a plastic device, pleasing you.

You smile, your eyes glimmering with amusement and excitement. "Of course, you can," you say, turning off the toy and setting it aside, giving him your full attention. "I want to hear everything you want to do to me, tell me, cariño."

He takes a moment to catch his breath, his eyes tracing your body as if committing every curve and contour to memory. "First, I want to taste you," he begins, voice rough, "I want to bury my face between your thighs and lick and suck and tease until you're begging for me to stop.

He continues, his eyes locked with yours, "Then I'd spread your legs wider and slide inside you, inch by agonizing inch. I want to feel you wrapped around me, so tight and wet..." He swallows hard, his jaw clenched.

Your breath catches at his words, the imagery he's painting sending a shiver down your spine. You can see the strain in his muscles, the way he's desperately pulling against the cuffs, trying to maintain control, and failing.

"And what after?" you manage to ask, your voice shaky.

"After?" He inhales sharply, his chest heaving. "After, I'd lift your legs high onto my shoulders, hitting that spot deep inside that makes you see stars..." He pauses, his eyes dilated with unspent desire. "And then, I'd flip you over...

Your heart is racing at his words, your body burning with an aching need. You can see the way he's struggling against his restraints, wanting to act out what he's describing, to take control.

"And what would you do then, cariño?" you ask, your voice a sultry whisper, almost daring him to keep going.

He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. "I'd take you from behind, wrapping your hair around my fist to pull your head back, arching your back..." He pauses, his voice dropping to a near whisper, "And then I'd fuck you until you drip with my cum.

“Hmmm…you know all that sounds so good right now but I think I’m gonna go with my thing,” you say picking the vibrator up and turning it back on dragging it through your slick folds before slowly pushing it inside your pussy.

His eyes widen in shock and desire as you turn the toy back on and slowly push it inside yourself. He lets out a low growl, his hips bucking helplessly against the handcuffs as he watches you pleasure yourself. "Fuck, Y/N,"

His voice is hoarse, filled with frustration and lust. "You're driving me mad," he hisses, the muscles in his arms flexing as he pulls against the cuffs.

You watch him intently, a smirk playing on your lips as you continue to fuck yourself. "You like watching me, don't you?" you ask, your voice laced with a sultry tone. "You like watching me get all worked up, knowing it's you I'm thinking about."

He growls again, his eyes dark and possessive. "I do," he admits, his voice thick with desire. "But what I want most is to be the one making you feel like that, to be the one bringing you pleasure."

He tugs against the restraints again, his body straining, longing to feel your skin against his."Please, cariño," he pleads, his voice rough with need. "Let me touch you."

He's on the edge, the sight of you writhing in pleasure slowly driving him insane. He pulls relentlessly against the cuffs, his face a mask of frustration and desire. "Please," he groans, his voice low, almost a ragged plea.

“Nope,” you say, popping the “P” as you continue to pleasure yourself moaning as the vibrator brushes against that spot inside of you. Arching your back on your seat, your head falls back against your chair and your eyes roll back.

"Please, sweetheart, have mercy." He watches as you throw your head back, the vibrator hitting that perfect spot inside you. He can see the beads of sweat forming on your collarbone and can hear your breath hitching as you get closer. "Y/N, please..." He begs, his voice cracking,

Your head's thrown back, your moans filling the room, and his eyes are locked on you, burning with a mix of need and frustration. He looks like he's in pain, the way he's straining against the cuffs.

Suddenly, his body tenses, and he lets out a loud, pained groan. His hips jerk forward, his legs shaking as he cums hard, his cock twitching and pulsing in the confines of the cuffs. He groans your name, over and over, his voice hoarse from begging.

It wasn’t long before you had cum around the vibrator hard riding out your high you hear Checo let out a strangled sound, his face red with frustration and unshed tears of desperation. He's never felt more helpless, more out of control. He pulls against the cuffs one last time, a guttural sound escaping his lips.

His chest rises and falls rapidly, his entire body spent from cumming hard from sheer mental stimulation and frustration. He watches you come down from your high.

After gathering your bearings you remove the toy from your aching pussy smiling you stood up on shaky legs and slowly walked over to where checo sat taking the toy you holding it up to his lip.

“Open”

He hesitates, his eyes flicking between the toy in your hand and your smug smile. He can feel the residual warmth of you on the toy, can see the glistening evidence of your release. He parts his lips, his tongue darting out to lick his dry lips.

His tongue darts out, licking the toy tentatively, tasting your essence on the silicone. He can feel his body growing harder again, the frustration mixing with the desire, making him ache. He wraps his lips around the toy, sucking gently. "Mmm..."

He pulls the toy out of his mouth, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. "Delicious," he breathes. "You always taste so sweet..." He whimpers, his body aching for more, for your actual taste, not just the remnants left on a toy.

Satisfied with his answer you toss the toy to the table and you use the key to unlock the handcuffs.

"That was... torture," he finally manages to rasp out rubbing his wrist. "You know that, right? Complete...torture"

You smile, your own breathing still slightly erratic as you look at him. He looks wrecked, completely drained. "I know." You admit, a hint of satisfaction in your voice. "But you loved it, didn't you?"

He lets out a shaky laugh, his eyes meeting yours. "You're a cruel, cruel woman," he says, shaking his head. "But yes, I did love it. I loved every torturous minute of it."

[butvega]

a posição que você quiser. — checo pérez.

notas e avisos. vamô lá, eu tenho explicações kkkkkk além do período fértil, vi uns edits que me fizeram ficar meio bilu teteia por ele. como assim as pessoas não acham esse mexicano um gatoooo? papi delicinha. aos avisos; sexo em lugar público, menção à traição, casamento, término, masturbação masculina.

Você se sentia livre ao rodar naquela noite quente de primavera. A música típica brasileira soava alto, enquanto a brisa batia em seu pescoço já suado de tanto dançar. Era um clima totalmente agradável. Parou um pouco apenas para pegar das mãos do garçom mais um drink preparado com alguma fruta tropical. Desta vez tínhamos… Carambola? Delicioso.

Volta até a área onde estavam seus amigos; o recém estreante na fórmula 1, Gabriel, alguns amigos de sua equipe, e alguns pilotos também do grid, que comemoravam por ali o início do GP de Interlagos. Estava em casa.

O hotel em que os pilotos estavam, estava lotado. Equipes, engenheiros, assessores… E todos sabiam o quão restritas aquelas festas tinham que ser. O dinheiro dominava por ali.

Mas sua inocência, e desejo, de uma jovem moça em seus vinte e tantos anos, gritavam toda vez que um dos colegas de grid de Gabriel começava a falar. Suas bochechas ruborizavam, a respiração acelerava, e aquelas malditas borboletas dançavam em sua barriga. Queria chamar a atenção dele. E por mais que suas amigas estivessem ocupadas demais interessadas em Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz, ou no intocável Hamilton, você estava ali, ao lado do temido Max Verstappen, e do dono daquele seu atual torpor: Checo Pérez.

O ponto mais importante, e menos animador era o fato de Sérgio ser casado. Casado, e pai se quatro crianças pequenas. A agonia te consome. Não sabe como iniciar uma conversa, como chamar sua atenção, como fazer com que ele percebesse você ali. Não é uma mulher feia, muito pelo contrário. Chama atenção, com cabelos bonitos, sorrio faceiro, e um vestido luxuoso, curto, que realçava seu corpo.

Era tão proibido. Indecente, depravado, querer um homem mais velho, compromissado, que era pai. Se sente a criatura menos honesta existente ao repará-lo de cima a baixo.

“— E então, foi quando eu consegui esses contatos, e…” — Gabriel ia dizendo, fazendo com que você revirasse os olhos, e cruzasse os braços.

“— Meu Deus, é trabalho até na hora da festa.” — você resmunga baixinho em português, e acaba conseguindo tudo aquilo que queria. O mexicano dá uma risada baixinha, te olhando. É claro que ele entenderia, o espanhol nem é tão diferente do português.

“— Também gosto de me desligar em ocasiões assim.” — ele diz em um inglês carregado de sotaque, e uma ideia ousada passa por sua cabeça.

“— Perfeito. Então vamos dançar.” — você responde, também em inglês.

Gabriel para o assunto com Verstappen imediatamente, para olhar para você, que puxa o mexicano pela mão de volta a pista de dança. Pontua o quão fofinha foi a cara confusa que ele fez ao ser basicamente carregado por você — em conjunto com o olhar critico de Gabriel, e o divertido de Max.

“— No, no, não sei dançar.” — diz completamente sem graça, apenas balançando os pés de um lado para o outro, totalmente tímido, enquanto a batida grave soava nas caixas de som.

“– Sabe sim. Já tá dançando, viu?” — você sorri, e ele sorri também, continuando com seus passinhos de canguru. “— Tá gostando? Digo, do Brasil.”

“— Ahn, já vim algumas vezes, e é sempre muito agradável. Gosto do clima, da cultura. Me lembra muito minha casa. O México.”

Se pergunta se aquela era alguma deixa para falar sobre sua família, e se sente retraída. Novamente o arrependimento bate em suas costas ao se deixar levar por aquelas sensações carnais.

“— E sente falta da família também?” — talvez sua respiração rápida ilustre que sua pergunta tão pouco era supérflua. Você queria saber algo, e ele no fundo, sabia daquilo.

“— Às vezes é bom se manter um pouco longe. Por mais que eu sinta muita saudade dos meus filhos.”

Hum. Dos filhos. Nada sobre a esposa. Mas encara o anel dourado em seu anelar esquerdo, e a dúvida paira sobre sua mente. Desta vez é claro como ele percebe. Coloca a mão dentro do bolso da calça jeans, e volta a balançar levemente o corpo, visivelmente sem graça.

“— Eu entendo.” — diz compreensiva. “— Olha, você… Não quer tomar um drink não?”

“— Só se tiver tequila, por favor.” — ele diz dando um risinho fraco, e ambos seguem até o bar.

Minutos depois estão em uma área mais tranquila, a brisa fresca batendo em seu rosto, enquanto Sérgio mexia a pequena sombrinha de seu copo. Parecia nervoso. Assim como você.

Não sabia por onde começar, o que dizer, o que indagar. Mas sabia que precisava tanto dele. Já estavam juntos há ha um bom tempo, conversando, bebendo, dançando e se divertindo, o suficiente pra que sua vontade de ficar com ele aumentasse. A barba por fazer, a boca fina não ajudavam em nada. Só te deixava com mais vontade de arrancar aquele boné da Red Bull pra beijá-lo enquanto puxava seu cabelo macio.

“— Sergio…” — você murmura meio sem confiança.

“— Checo.” — ele corrige baixinho, se vira para sua frente, a encarando com ternura.

“— Checo.” — diz tentando parecer firme, mas não consegue desviar o olhar da boca do mais velho.”— Eu… É loucura querer, tipo, muito, te beijar agora?”

Ele sorri fraco, parece lutar contra algo dentro de si. Ele nega, carinhoso, respirando fundo, e olhando para o alto.

“— Não é não. Eu também queria muito poder te beijar agora.” — poder. O poder te pega. O tempo verbal te faz pega. Ele podia te beijar, te agarrar ali, já que você estava dando carta branca, mas algo o impedia, e você imaginava que tinha a ver com a aliança em seu dedo.

Você sorri meio sem graça, assente com a cabeça. O rosto de Checo se contorce em uma careta engraçada, a todo momento ele parece ir contra seus instintos, e então ele dá um passo pra trás.

“— Desculpa, eu… Eu… Vou resolver isso. Pode… Me passar seu telefone?” — ele pergunta, pegando o celular do bolso, e entregando em suas mãos.

O papel de parede, a foto dele com a esposa e os filhos, faz seu coração ficar pequeno. No que diabos estava se metendo? Não podia estragar aquilo.

“—Checo…” — adverte.

“— Por favor.” — o maldito fala em espanhol. Em espanhol.

Você anota seu número, coloca seu nome, e se sente incapaz de dizer qualquer outra palavra. Deixa Checo ali, sozinho, pensando no que faria dali pra frente.

Sérgio tendia a ser um homem muito tranquilo. E com sua esposa, Pilar, não era diferente. Haviam se conhecido ainda jovens, e ela casou grávida do primeiro filho do casal. Depois veio uma menininha, e então mais duas crianças.

Sobretudo, Checo não era nenhum santo. Já havia deslizado algumas vezes com a esposa, e uma, em específico, havia virado até manchete — o que desgastou a relação. Pilar havia se tornado uma mulher linha dura. Não o deixava sair com amigos, desconfiava de todos os seus passos. O manipulava com jogos sentimentais, requeria demais, pedia demais. Mais até do que ultimamente Checo conseguia lhe dar.

E não era culpa dela.

Por isso Checo se mantinha na relação, se sentia em uma dívida eterna com Pilar, afinal, ele havia a traído, e ela só estava agindo de acordo com as próprias atitudes dele. Tentava relevar ao máximo pelos filhos, ter bons momentos juntos e uma infância memorável, mas haviam momentos em que tudo aquilo se tornava impossível.

Ela olhava seu celular, vigiava os e-mails, e buscava observar todas as vezes em que Sérgio estava sozinho pela biblioteca enchendo a cara.

Ele estava exausto.

E tudo isso só se intensificou quando ele conheceu você. Tão livre, leve, sorridente. Transpirando tesão, com olhares enigmáticos e mordidas nos lábios que mostravam claramente quais eram suas intenções com ele. E ele tampouco podia negar, que se sentia da mesma maneira.

Mas já havia errado quando mais novo o suficiente. Agora era um homem mais velho, prezava pelos filhos, e entendia o quão prejudicial foram suas atitudes com Pilar. Mas não se sentia mais capaz de segurar a relação com ela apenas pelos filhos. Precisava terminar com Pilar.

Precisava terminar com ela antes de ter qualquer coisa com você, mesmo que casual. Mesmo que naquela fatídica noite em São Paulo, todo seu corpo estivesse gritando para entrar em qualquer banheiro daquela festa com você, e te foder até amanhecer, em todas as posições possíveis.

Ele aguardou. Aguardou o GP de Las Vegas, onde a presen��a de sua esposa estava confirmada. Naquele quarto de hotel, era possível escutar apenas o som de vidros se estilhaçando nas paredes.

“— Você é um grandessíssimo filho da puta, Sérgio! E vai fazer o quê? Me largar com as crianças, e sair por aí comendo várias?”

“— Pilar, por favor… Eu sou pai das crianças, nunca vou deixar de ser, nada vai mudar entre mim e eles, só…”

“— Entre nós dois.” — o sorriso sínico carregado de mágoa aparece em seu rosto. Os olhos já inchados e vermelhos de tanto chorar.

Checo senta cabisbaixo na cama, mexendo na aliança no dedo anelar, a cabeça baixa.

“— Você tem outra pessoa, Checo?”

“— Não, Pilar…” — diz contrariado. Realmente não havia outra pessoa, uma vez que ele havia apenas dançado com você, sem ao menos te tocar. Mas só de te desejar, ele já se sentia sendo injusto o suficiente. Não poderia estar casado com Pilar, desejando tanto outra mulher.

“— Por que então, Sérgio? Pensa nos nossos filhos, a nossa família! Olha, eu te amo tanto. Podemos fazer dar certo. Eu prometo.” — ela se ajoelha entre as pernas de Sérgio, os olhos azuis suplicantes, e ele entendia sua dor. Mas pra ele, aquilo não fazia mais sentido.

“— Pilar. Sou muito grato a você pela nossa família, e não vou te deixar sozinha em momento algum em relação a nossos filhos, eles são meus, e são minha responsabilidade. Podemos continuar viajando em família por eles, você pode ficar com a casa, eu só… Eu não… Você sempre vai ser a mãe dos meus filhos, mas eu só não… Consigo mais te ver como a minha mulher.”

Ele poderia usar outras mil e uma palavras, mas usou aquelas, e foi a facada final no peito de Pilar. A bike subiu até a garganta dela, que concordou amargamente com a cabeça, e saiu do quarto sem mais nada dizer.

“— Carajo.” — murmura pra si mesmo, desta vez completamente sozinho no quarto, e sem sentir a leveza que achou que sentiria quando finalmente fosse sincero. Sentia apenas… Dor de cabeça.

Por pouco Checo não pontuou no GP de Las Vegas. As duas RedBulls estavam fora do pódio, com resultados que deixaram ambos os pilotos estressados.

Mas lá estava você, com Gabriel e mais alguns amigos comemorando o P3 do amigo, e o P1 de George Russell. Até que você cola os olhos nele. Recostado no box da RB, o macacão apenas da cintura pra baixo, e a blusa preta a prova de fogo com “Oracle” escrito bem grande. Estava suado, o cabelo bagunçado, e as bochechas bem vermelhas. Parecia com dificuldade para respirar.

Se esgueirou dos olhares dos seus amigos, e caminhou devagar até Checo, que demorou a perceber sua presença.

“— Sérgio? Cê tá bem?” — perguntou encostando as mãos no ombro dele.

Sérgio assentiu com a cabeça dando um meio sorriso.

“— Calor.”

Foi apenas o que ele disse, puxando a água de sua garrafa pelo canudo.

Você não hesita desta vez; com a destra faz um carinho no cabelo dele, que desce para a bochecha, procurando acalentá-lo minimamente. Mas puxa novamente a mão quando lembra de sua posição civil, e imediatamente olha para a canhota de Checo.

A aliança. Não estava ali. Bom, mas pilotos não podem correr de aliança, correto? Deveria ser isso. Tinha que ser isso.

Ele percebe seu olhar.

“— Eu disse que ia resolver tudo.” — diz baixo. Parece envergonhado.

“— Você… Não, Sérgio. Sério?” — estava desacreditada.

“— Não ia conseguir continuar. Não só por você, mas por mim também. E por ela, em respeito a ela. Eu não sentia mais nada. Eu estava me enganando, e enganando a ela também.” — ele diz suspirando, passa a mão pelo próprio rosto afim de eliminar o suor.

“— Eu sinto muito.” — você diz ao quebrar o silêncio de alguns segundos.

“— Não sinta.” — ele diz parecendo incomodado. “— Porque agora, se você sentir vontade de me beijar de novo, eu vou poder te beijar.”

É um flerte. É um flerte e você sorri facilmente com ele. Olha para esquerda, olha para direita, afim de captar que todos estão suficientemente ocupados para não reparar vocês dois ali.

Então dá um passo a frente, e estala um selinho nos lábios finos do mexicano.

“— Me liga.”

No GP do Qatar, a colocação de Checo fora diferente. Conseguiu pódio, e um P2 ao lado das duas Ferraris de Leclerc, e Sainz. Ótimo motivo pra comemoração.

E ótimo motivo pra te ligar.

Ele sabia que você estaria na festa de comemoração, e ansiava te ver. Quando finalmente conseguiu despistar os amigos — principalmente um Alonso bem bêbado, foi até você. Era uma sacada onde as luzes da cidade árabe pareciam estrelas. Você estava de costas, apoiada no peitoril, observando tudo lá em baixo.

Sente a presença dele com o aroma gostoso do perfume masculino. Já haviam alguns meses que estavam flertando, e a única coisa que conseguiram foi dançar juntos, e um selinho em Vegas.

Sérgio sabia que aquela tinha que ser a noite.

Ele se apoia ao seu lado, e da um sorriso fraco, ao qual você retribui de bom grado.

“— Oi.” — diz em português.

“— Hola.” — no que ele te responde em espanhol. Os dois sorridentes, já alegres pelas bebidas.

“— Parabéns, Checo Pérez. Ganhou pódio hoje…” — vira o corpo para ele, o observando de cima a baixo.

“— Mereço recompensa?” — ele levanta a sobrancelha, mas parece fofo demais. Você sorri, caminhando até ele para abraçá-lo. Os braços fortes enlaçam sua cintura, enquanto você se pendura no pescoço grosso dele.

A tensão sexual entre vocês dois é gritante. Gritante o suficiente para você sentir as pernas bambas apenas por estar com o corpo colado no dele.

“— Merece. E por ter esperado tanto, vou ser boazinha. Não vou te fazer esperar mais.” — sopra as palavras contra a boca do mexicano, antes de finalmente beijá-lo de língua.

Checo tem gosto de tequila. As mãos em sua cintura te apertam com mais força, a medida que você intensifica o beijo. Cola o próprio corpo no dele, como se pudessem tornar-se um só. Sua unha arranha a nuca dele, puxa de leve os cabelos dali, apenas para colar novamente os lábios dele nos seus.

Após alguns minutos, vocês são apenas uma bagunça, com batom borrado, e cabelos em pé. Ele desgruda os lábios dos seus, e passa a olhar ao redor. Imagina o que ele está procurando, porque em sua mente, pensa o mesmo.

Observa uma pequena porta, e o carrega aos tropeços até lá. Era um banheiro, um lavabo, mas naquela noite, teria que servir. Os beijos voltam, desta vez mais selvagens, por terem a segurança de estarem trancados em um lugar onde ninguém poderia os ver.

“— Checo…” — geme o apelido do mexicano, quando ele pressiona o quadril no céu.

Horner não estava errado. Checo era grande.

Era nítido o quão necessitado ele estava, e parecia precisar apenas da sua aprovação para foderem ali mesmo. E ela veio, no momento em que você deslizou as mãos para dentro da cueca do mais velho, segurando a ereção pesada, e massageando. De baixo para cima, apertando de leve a cabeça inchada, babando pré gozo.

“— Tan buena, mi ninfa… Dios mío, tengo tantas ganas de follarte. Aquí, ahora.” — diz em espanhol, entre beijos, enquanto impulsiona o quadril de encontro a sua mão.

“— Me fode, Sérgio.” — diz contra os lábios dele.

Aí enlouquece a cabeça do velho.

Ele puxa sua saia para cima, o suficiente para que consiga descer sua calcinha. Abre o botão da calça que usa, e desce de maneira desajeitada, junto com a cueca.

E então, pega no bolso da calça o preservativo. No bolso esquerdo não… No direito… Não também.

“— Carajo…” — murmura frustrado. “— Não trouxe camisinha. Não imaginei que… A gente ia.”

“— Hum… Consegue esperar até chegarmos no meu quarto de hotel?” — pergunta risonha, dando beijos na nuca dele, o sentindo arrepiar. Ele assente com a cabeça, jogando o pescoço para trás, suspirando. “— É até melhor, que lá você consegue fazer o que quiser comigo. Você pode não ter pego a primeira posição, mas pode deixar que vou deixar você me foder na posição que você quiser.”

PRECISO PROVAR MEU PONTO

[whorekneecentral]

Hear me out—Sergio Perez hate-fucking you (a driver with Ferrari/Mercedes/idc) after you over take him to get first place in a race he was about to win 👀

any chance I get to write checo is sooo !! and y'all always send in such good ones for him

The current race order was Checo, yourself, followed by your teammate, Carlos. You were gunning for P1 but checo was certain you wouldn't be able to make the 15 second gap between yourself and him in a Ferrari.

You had a habit of proving people wrong.

And you did just that.

The final turn and into the straight, you cut him off which meant you only had to keep the lead for the next 30 seconds in order to win the race; which you did.

After all the chaos and media, you returned to your motorhome to change and relax before the final debrief of the night. There's a knock on the door and the only people you could think would be looking for you so late is someone from the team or Carlos.

"Come in! It's open!" You shout, not bothering to get up from your seat. You peek over when you hear the door shut but no one speaks. If it was Carlos, he would have already started rambling.

Imagine your surprise when you see Checo in your motorhome.

"What're you doin' here?" You looked at him, now standing up.

He walks over to you, "I wanted to win, I should have won."

"Life's not fair, Checo. Neither is racing, you know this."

Something switches for him, you can see the exact moment it does. He grabs you by the wrist, pulling you to him. Your chest pressed to his, "life isn't fair?" He asked you, eyes meeting yours.

You smile, the two of you had been in this will they, won't they battle all season; the tension was unbearable.

"Life's not fair, Sergio."

He couldn't deal with you anymore, pushing you back onto the couch. It's a battle of dominance, hands all over, clothes tossed on the floor, lips on each other.

You two shuffle around a bit, still on the couch when Checo flips you over; face down, ass up as he settles before you. Your back arches, the curve of your spine evident when he comes up behind you, pushing back against him as you feel the tip of his cock against your pussy. 

Checo'’s hand grips your hips, pulling you back against him. Your moans are muffled by the couch when you feel him stretch you out. 

“God, please, like that,” the words tumble out, begging him for more as he fucks you. His hands squeezing your hips, nails digging into your flesh. Your hand reaching under you, fingers barely reaching to rub your clit.

He pulls you up, his arm wrapped around your middle, your back pressed to his chest. His fingers dig into your side for a moment, squeezing you a bit. “So good for me, you take it so well.”

[rhey-007]

I can't help falling in love with you

serial killer!Max Verstappen x reader || 18+

Summary: Moving back to your childhood house was never in your plans, but after your parents' death you couldn't let go of it. After moving in and meeting your new neighbor everything seemed to fall apart, but you're too oblivious to notice the obvious.

Warnings/Tags: 18+, GORE (gutting), mentions of smut, kidnapping, restraining, torture, violance, female reader, creepy/jealous/yandere Max

A/N: It's Halloween y'all! So I decided to write a Halloween horror story :)) It's the first time I wrote something like this but I feel like it's good. And I've been writing it for past 2 weeks and can't seem to finish so there will be a part 2 on Sunday 😭 + sorry for typos 😬

Wordcount: 4364

P2

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Moving back to your childhood house was never in your plans. But there you were, standing in front of the small, falling appart house taking a deep breath and opening the creeking door. The noise was so loud you could bet the whole street heard it.

After one last breath you slowly walked in. The inside looked just as you remembered, but old, dirty and dusty. Family photos hanged where they always did – you were surprised your parents haven’t taken them down after you left – an old bouquet of dead flowers stood on the welcoming console – you already planned on keepping them as you loved collecting dried flowers.

Walking further in you noticed your old drawings still hanged on the fridge door – neither of them dirty or ripped – as well as all your magnets from various family trips. In the living room your baby blanket layed on the sofa.

It surprised you, everything as for right now showed that your parents never forgot about you even though you didn’t have any contact. You wondered if your room looked the same as you left it, and it did. You always thought your parents would change it into a home gym or something like that but it was left untouched, only your favourite teddy bear was missing.

Roaming the house further you’ve found it in your parents’ bedroom on the nightstand. Tears started to fill your eyes, you were so cruel for them for the past few years and they never forgot about you, even tried to have you as close as they could even though you were far, far away. Warm hands creeping around your waist shook you out of your trance.

“Hey, it’s okay...”

Your boyfriend George whispered and placed a kiss on top of your head before spinning you around and pressing against his chest into a tight hug. A few tears fell down your cheeks, wetting George’s shirt but he didn’t mind. You were greatful you had him, especially in such hard times.

After you calmed down the two of you went back downstairs to bring inside your suitcases and boxes with stuff. A young man, new neighboor, caught your eye when you left.

He was mowing the grass, or rather struggling with turning on his old lawnmower, and he noticed you too. He gave a sheepish smile and scratched the back of his neck while a soft blush appeared on his face. You chuckled a little and asked George to come over with you and offer help.

The man agreed with a sigh and soon you were standing in front of your neighbours house. It was way bigger and prietter than yours, which made you wonder and imagine what it looked like inside. It looked like a mansion outside so you thought it had to look so bougey inside too.

“Hi, we’re your new neighbours. Well... kind of... I lived here as a kid”

You explained quickly with a sweet smile.

“I’m Y/N and this is my boyfriend George, can we help you?”

You introduced yourself and George before offering help which the man reluctantly agreed to.

“I’m Max, nice meeting you. And I’m sorry for the problem... I really need to buy a new lawnmower but don’t really have time...”

Max sighed and smiled awkwardly at you while George tried to turn on the machine and you chatted with Max. He moved in a few years ago so he might have known your parents.

He admitted he was an owner of quite a big company, that was why he lived in such a luxury but you wondered why he opted for a small house in the suburbs instead of a flat in the middle of the town. He on the other hand, found out that you were a daughter of his late neighbours.

“They were good people”

He said, but you knew better. Max watched you closely as you talked, watched how your dimples showed when you smiled, how your ginger hair shined in the sun, how you fiddled with your fingers as if you were anxious but your demeanor said otherwise. Just in those few minutes the man was able to memorise your behaviour and ticks.

After a few tries and some digging in the engine, your boyfriend finally turned the machine on.

“There you go buddy”

He smiled kindly.

"Now excuse us, we gotta head back to unpacking”

He politely excused yourselves before leaving.

“I wish I could help but knowing my luck if I turn this shit off right now I won’t be able to turn it back on later. But! Maybe you could come over and eat supper with me and my friend? Will 6pm be okay?”

“Oh um... I-I'm not sure... We don’t want to be a burden...”

“Oh you wouldn’t, believe me. Daniel loves meeting new people and I could pay off the debt... Sooo? “

"I’ll have to ask George but I’m sure he’ll agree”

“Great! Then see ya later, good luck!”

“Good luck to you too!”

You waved goodbye before rushing off to help George with a heavy box. He insisted on carrying it in by himself, but you knew better to not let him or he’d break something, again...

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By the time the evening came you were done cleaning almost the whole house and unpacking just the most necessary things. George wasn’t keen on eating supper with the newly met neighbour and his friend but you’ve managed to convince him with a fun time afterwards. It always worked.

You changed from your house clothes to something more suitable but still comfortable for a meeting and left dragging your boyfriend behind yourself. You didn’t even manage to knock or ring the doorbell when a tall, dark haired man opened the door and let you in.

"I’m Daniel. You’re new neighbours right?”

He greeted eagerly, shaking your hands like crazy. The man was full of energy which terriffied you a little, but it quickly changed further into the night.

“Daniel don’t scare them!”

Max’s voice rumbled in the kitchen .

“Come in, don’t be scared. He’s just excited! "

Walking into the kitchen you could finally take a good look at the interior. It was just how you imagined it to. Modern with a hint of vintage, light walls, golden chandelier hanging above the glass table and fully equipped and up to date kitchen – which you could only dream about. It was beautiful.

You sat down by the table after George pulled a chair for you, as he always would. You’d never thought you’ll find yourself a true gentleman but there he was, all yours. Inhaling the scent of the dish made you remember about saturdays at home.

Your mom used to always make lasagna on saturdays, it was so delicious, you remembered it’s taste even now when you haven’t eaten it for years – and you won’t anymore. Max sitting in front of you with a huge smile made you realize the table was fully set and Daniel and George already started to eat.

“Something wrong?”

The man asked quietly to which you responded with a slight shake of your head and a smile, before trying the food. It was delicious, so delicious you couldn’t believe the blonde made it.

„Homemade or ordered? "

Asking bluntly you felt George's elbow poke your side. It wasn't really polite from you but Max didn’t care.

„Homemade. I know it tastes too good, but I tried my best and it paid off”

The man admitted. He wasn’t affected badly by your question, instead responded with a warm smile that didn’t seem to ever fall. Your honesty impressed while your beauty amazed him.

The supper was enjoyable. Daniel turned out to be a really sweet guy, just a little overjoyed, considering the fact he scared you a tad at first.

Following the meal came board games and wine, even though George wasn’t happy to compete with Max against you and Daniel, but you kind of addpoted the tall man. He was too cute to ignore, making your boyfriend hella jelous, but you were going to recompensate him that later anyway.

The two of you won every round of whatever game, which didn’t please Max. You could see it. You could see the way the vain on his forehead throbbed while he struggled with George, how his hands curled in fists every time Daniel laughed at him, but he tried not to explode as best as he could.

You felt bad for the blonde. Daniel later explained that he was a bad looser but worked on it and that such session was good for him. It made you feel relieved at least a little bit.

When the night started to fall and more and more yawns escaped your lips George decided that it was time to leave. You reluctanlty got up and gave Daniel a huge goodbye hug before shaking Max’s hand and leaving the mansion with George’s arm wrapped around your waist.

When you made it to your new bedroom – which was an old guest room – you insisted on pleasing your boyfriend just as you promised, even though he said you didn’t have to as he knew you were tired. But you were too stubborn and soon George layed underneeth you half naked as you undressed yourself, his hands roaming your body.

Sitting up the man wrapped them around your waist pulling you closer while his lips planted soft kissed along your jaw then down your torso. You couldn’t bother to close the curtains, no one could see you anyway, especially in the dim light of your small nightstand lamp.

But a feeling of someone watching you was constantly appearing in the back of your head.

After you, left also Daniel, leaving Max alone in his huge house - as always. The man didn’t feel alone in it, not anymore knowing that a beautiful and georgous woman like you lived just across the street.

Instead of cleaning the mess Max made his way upstairs to his master bedroom. Not turning on the light but instead opening the curtains letting the moonlight in, the man sat on his bed watching every your move, trying to remember every detail about your body and how it moved.

He wished he was the one laying on the bed, surveying your body, touching your soft, pale skin as you undressed, instead of your stupid boyfriend.

The blonde couldn’t believe someone like George was able to pull you, such a sweet and mesmerizing creature. Have you not noticed his humongous, terrifying eyes staring into your soul? It was quite long since someone caught Max’s eye the way you did. All of them were awlays already taken, but not for long...

༶❃.✮:▹💀◃:✮.❃

A few months passed since you moved back to your childhood house. Those few months were very calm and enjoying although you always had a feeling someone watched you. Watched your every step, every move, everything you did. Also some of your things started to disappear, or maybe it was just your amazing ability to loose them.

All the free time you had, you used to bring the building back to life. It looked way better than before. Fresh, pastel yellow paint graced the outdoors walls, pots filled with red flowers hanged from the ceiling on the porch, a white, wooden swing sat there too.

The only thing you still had to work on was the lawn, but you needed George’s help who worked longer hours than you, coming back home late in the evening, drained from life and any energy.

You told him multiple times to change the job as the money wasn’t adequate to working hours nor the amount of things he did, but he refused saying he won't be able to find a better one.

Sometimes you wondered if he enjoyed the work and exhaustement, that's why he refused to leave. Him not having a job wouldn't have changed much anyway, you've earned more than him anyway and your salary alone was able to cover all the expenses.

Max saw that too. He noticed how you struggled alone with the lawn, just to quickly give up and go back inside, how you did all the chores around the house by yourself which clearly pissed you off.

He noticed that your boyfriend came back home late, not able to please your needs or at least talk with you. If it was him on George's place he wouldn’t care if he was tired or not, instead being all over you the moment he came back home, doing everything you needed him to and more, talking with you about everything and nothing.

He couldn’t let you suffer because of him. No... He had to do something about that.

One night George didn’t come back home at all, which made you worry. He could either be cheating on you or something happened, there was no other option.

To addition to your worry he didn’t answer your calls nor texted back. It was midnight when you heard a car pulling up, you shot up from the couch and run up to the window just to be disappointed immediately.

It was just Max coming back from work. It was weird though, he never came back so late. You sighed and decided to call it a day and try to contact your boyfriend the next day. But he didn’t answer then either, nor the next day.

You finally decided to go to the police station and report his missing. They took it immediately and they assured you they’d try their best to find him. But they didn’t succeed...

༶❃.✮:▹💀◃:✮.❃

That day George was back home way before you, wanting to surprise you with a dinner he was about to make, then try to clean the house as much as he could.

He walked into the house, not bothering to lock the door behind himself, then stepped into the kitchen and dropped the bags full of ingredients onto the kitchen counter.

After changing into home clothes, George started to prepare everything needed for the spaghetti, when he felt a huge pain in the back of his head and his vision went black.

The man woke up after a few hours, to the sound of classical music and sharpening knives. He tried rubbing his head, but was restrained, tied to a chair in a dark basement.

„You finally woke up Georgie”

Russell heard a voice say, but was unable to tell who the person standing in front of him was, because of the darkness. The lamp hanging above his head barely lightened him, not reaching far into the room. The man walked up to George and put his sharp knife under his chin, making him look up.

„You thought one dinner would be able to recompensate Y/N all the time she has to spent to keep the house in a good condition?... "

A sharp laugh vibrated through the room, until it suddenly stopped and the knife pressed against George's neck.

„You're funny "

The strange man stepped closer to George, the light finally hitting his face. Max smiled maniacally, he was going to have whole lotta fun...

Russell’s head hit the metal table, almost knocking him out before Max splashed cold water onto his face.

„Uh, uh, uh. No sleepin, we haven’t even started "

The man strapped him down then approached a trolley, his fingers running through the various torture tools he owned.

„What should I use first... "

Max wondered out loud while George tried to release himself, without success.

„Wha-what do you even want from me?! What have I done?! "

He screamed into the dutch'es face after he turned around, holding a pair of scissors then cutting George’s sweater in half.

„Oh you know well what you've done. If you were smart enough, you'd notice I even said it”

The man could feel Max's cold finger run down his chest to his abs. He picked back his knife and pressed it to George’s stomach, pushing it slowly in and listening how the man screamed in pain.

When the knife was deep enough, he made a sharp move, opening him up and revealing his intestinal tract.

„Looked at these beauties... "

Max peaked inside, opening the wound more and more while Russel choked on his tears. He breathed heavily, which was hard because of the toument, fear spreading through his whole body.

„Is this really... J-just about me... Not having time?... "

He managed to choke out while looking down his body, the sight made him sick. Max's fingertips were already covered in blood, from touching the intestines, his lips spread in a horrific smile, eyes shining in awe at the sight.

„I knew... I knew there was something wrong with you... You better stay... Stay away from her! "

He tried to fight, but the slightest move turned into an unbearable agony.

„Well... It's not like you’re gonna do anything about this lover boy. Not anymore at least... "

Max shrugged and flashed George his white teeth then his hand dipped inside his stomach to soon pull out the large intestine. Russell cried out in pain, closing his eyes which angried Verstappen.

Throwing the organ to the ground he opened his eyes with force. He clipped his eyelids pulling them softly out so his humongous, blue eyes could stay open the whole time and watch the terror.

„You're gonna watch how I ruin you, either you like it or not... "

The man whispered into George’s ear, his hot breath made a shiver run down his spine, their eyes locked. Max's hand traveled back to the wound, slowly creeping inside.

„I want you to say it... Say sorry for your absence... "

He whispered once again before straightening up and watching George from above. He studied his face, how his nose scrunched at the pain, eyes desperately trying to close and chest rising and falling rapidly.

He liked that sight. No. He loved it. He loved to cause him pain, thinking it was fair and well deserved. The man pulled out his small intestine, inch by inch, waiting for the apology.

„I-I'm sorry okay... I-I tried... I tried... I should have... I should have changed the fucking job god!... I fucked... I know I did... But it's not a reason to kill me you psycho!”

With one sharp pull his small intestine was out and on the ground, blood splattered everywhere, some sticking to Max's face. In that moment he looked like a true serial killer and George started to fear about you.

„That's the only thing I wanted to hear. Now... See you on the other side”

With that words Max reached for George’s heart pulling it out with one go and finally killing the man. He then stripped him off the meat and the skin from the face, hanging the later made mask obove his desk.

„Well... It surely was fun... "

„Wise men say

Only fools rush in

But I can’t help falling in love with you... „

༶❃.✮:▹💀◃:✮.❃

It was a month since you last saw him. The first few weeks you cried yourself to sleep which hurt Max. It hurt him to look at you in that miserable state, crying over a man that didn’t even deserve you.

Weirdly, he was the only person able to fully comfort you. He invited you over for dinner or supper every day or visited you to join eating so you wouldn’t be alone, he helped you around the house – even hired a maid in the first weeks to help you.

The man was so sweet and caring, he made you forget about George by the time Christmas came. He then thought he finally had a chance with you until you appeared on his porch, holding a hand of some strange man, introducing him as your new boyfriend.

“Max, this is my new boyfriend, Sergio. Sergio, Max is my neighbour – obviously – and my close friend”

You smiled up at both men as they shook each other’s hands, Max gripping Checo’s tightly giving him a death glare. Max understood you tried to finally move on and live a normal life, but why couldn’t you move on to him?

After all those things he had done for you, all the nights he’s spent by your side, all the money he’s spent on you, you chose some stranger over him?

Blood boiled in his vains thinking about it and watched your new boyfriend hand him a Christmas gift. He accepted it only because of you, smiling sweetly when you were leaving.

‘’I don’t think he likes me...’’

Sergio whispered as you walked away but you just shook your head with a chuckle.

Checo was just as sweet as George. You tried not to compare them together but it was too hard. You've noticed they were really similar, but Checo had way more time for you than George did.

You've also noticed the change in Max's behaviour, it wasn’t anything big but after a year of your friendship you knew when something was wrong, you just couldn’t figure out what. It started when he met Sergio and from then on he was so cold towards him, not like towards George.

The vain on his forehead was about to pop every time he saw you two together, everytime you smiled because of the Mexican, every time you laughed because of him.

„Was he jealous? "

You wondered but pushed that thought aside. He couldn’t, he was your friend after all.

Sergio was a dream boyfriend, a knight on a white horse. He helped you around the house, didn’t rush your relationship letting you get used to him before doing something and most importantly he truly listened to you and didn’t ignore even the stupidest of your fears or needs, not like George.

But the dream quickly fell appart when you let down your walls and the two of you got too comfortable around each other. He moved in with you without even asking, as his landlord kicked him out.

You couldn’t understand why thought. He had a well paid job yet couldn’t affort a low budget apartment? Well, turned out he lost it some time ago and haven’t told you about it.

From that time he stayed home all the time, doing shit, occasionally leaving in the evening for a few hours. He was really stressed and frustrated, sometimes rising his voice at you when you did something wrong, but then quickly apologising and offering a massage to comfort you.

But that aslo passed rather quickly and with time his shouting became a daily thing. One day he hit you. A juicy slap across your face, leaving a red mark.

You were fighting over his shouting again but this time he didn’t hold back. That’s when you found out how he really was.

Brutal, disregarding your opinion, caring only about sex and a ‘maid’, in one word – despot. Yet he was so sweet at the beginning. You felt fooled...

You were too scared to tell anyone, so scared the man would hurt you even more and you had enough of bruises and cuts you tried so good to cover.

No one seemed to notice it, beside Max. He didn’t want to mention them though, as he figured you wouldn’t like to talk about it.

Every time he invited you over for dinner you either didn’t come because Sergio didn’t let you, or came just for a few minutes before the man burst in and dragged you back home angrily.

Max couldn’t understand why you just didn’t kick him out and leave him. Only two months after Checo started to be aggressive he disappeared. You felt so good when he didn’t come back home for a few days straight and quickly threw away all his stuff. You finally felt free...

༶❃.✮:▹💀◃:✮.❃

Kidnapping Sergio was the easiest thing ever. The man wandered through the two , eventually stopping by one if the alleys and walking in. He lit a cigarette and watched the stary sky while waiting for a dealer. Soon a car parked in front of the alley, a hooded man walked out making his way towards Checo.  

„Here” 

He handed him the money and stretched his other hand waiting for stranger to give him the drugs. The man quickly took the money then tazed Checo, getting him unconscious.  

Slowly opening his eye, Sergio grunted in pain. His body was stiff, half naked, laying on cold metal. The man looked around, the only thing he was able to see was himself, but he could hear footsteps from behind. Trying to roll his head up, he noticed his hands tied to some machine and a back of a man, quietly humming an Elvis song.  

„Well... Well... Well... Look who has finally woken up... "

The Dutch smiled from ear to ear, making his way over to Perez.  

„Verstappen?! I knew there was something wrong with you! You better let me go or-"

„Or what? "

The blonde cut in.  

„It's not like you're gonna do something about this. You can’t afterall... Besides... You deserve it” 

Max hissed turning on the machine that bit by bit started to stretch Sergio's body. The Mexican screamed, wiggling and trying to break free but was tied too hard, only giving himself more pain.  

„You son of a bitch! You're a fucking monster! "

He shouted and spat on Max's face. The Dutch frowned and only turned up the speed slightly, after wiping his face.  

„I am a monster? Maybe tell it to Y/N, after all... You were the key hurting her. Not me... Now. You better apologize” 

He hissed and increased it even more, the screams and noises of breaking bones and muscles filled his ears, they sounded like honey. But Sergio wasn’t going to apologize. Nothing was going to make him to apologize for what he'd done. He'd rather die than say it.  

„Fine... "

Max sighed unsatisfied finally raising the pace to maximum. Sergio’s body teared in half, blood splattered everywhere making the man groan in pleasure and lick the blood off his lips.  

"Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin

If I can't help falling in love with you? "

[goldenkiwistyles]

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[bunny-jpeg]

kink-o-ween - day eight

sergio perez - hate sex

cw: smut/pwp, hate sex, rivals au, mclaren driver!reader, rough sex, cow girl position, dirty talk/degrading language, bickering, hickies, breast play, mild choking

kink-o-ween: formula one edition - call of duty edition

toe to toe.

wheel to wheel.

lips to lips.

you were both the second fiddles on your respected teams, and while most were on the heels of norris and verstappen. you and perez had your own little, bitter rivalry.

"perez." you words bit as sergio invaded your space. your arms were crossed further as you looked at him. he almost had you backed into a corner. you weren't scared of that second rate red bull driver.

and he wasn't scared of mclaren's worst mistake. he looked at you, his dark eyes seemed to peer into the deepest parts of your soul. your expression became more sour as he said to you, "hello, little bird."

"you raced well." he said, "what a surprise. i expected worse heading into this weekend." he remained close, he wasn't letting up the space nor would he be scared by you.

you feigned an expression of shock as you replied, "oh, is the mighty checo giving little old me a compliment? did you hit your head?"

he made a face and leaned in closer, your gaze was squared with his. he replied, "it is possible. especially when you're did so good." he reached down and grabbed your ass, "when you're a good girl."

you frowned, "you shouldn't be calling women that, perez. you're like what, pushing fifty?" you raised an eyebrow at him and didn't even react to his hand on your ass. instead you pushed up further against him.

"you're a little old to be acting like a princesa. you're almost eighteen now. time to act like a big girl." you were in your mid-twenties, but sergio couldn't tell that by the way you stomped your foot.

but sergio thought it was endearing. and honestly couldn't get enough of you, even when you were a mocosa. he pulled you in as close as he could get, and kissed you on the lips.

you leaned into it, even though this could easily be a horrible violation. you held onto his shoulders and leaned into the kiss. when you eventually pulled away, you looked at him.

he admired the colour of your eyes and how aroused your gaze looked. he kissed you again and you held onto him tighter. in the quiet corners of the tracks.

"your room or mine?" you asked.

sergio kissed you again, his hand groped more of your ass as he laid his kisses on you. when he pulled away replied, "max will be out tonight, i'm sure you can guess why."

you held onto the front of the man's racing jacket, "you're a real pain in my side, perez."

he chuckled and replied, "i bet you do, little bird. i bet you want to kill me." then kissed you again.

in his hotel room, sergio was enough for a romantic to pour you some wine. but it was quickly forgotten in favor of you and him chewing one another out. your biting words were like yapping dogs. even when sergio's hands were up your blouse you still insulted him.

you two would buck against one another. and it would always lead to the same location. the bedroom. with your blouse and pants off and on the floor of the bedroom, sergio picked you up and got you down on the bed.

"you make me sick, perez." you snipped, "can't find a woman your age, so you have to go to someone younger? ugh, pathetic, old man." you groaned when he put his face between your breasts and bit at the tender skin. you tugged his dark hair as you arched your back against him.

"i make you sick? what about you, little bird." he rubbed his clothed cock up against against you, he kept you pinned under him and you squirmed a little. he worked to get your bra off and you did little to resist him getting it off of you.

"i make you sick, perez?" you bit, "you're a perverted old man." you were less than seven years younger than him. you clawed at his back while he continued to bite at your chest, it left ugly bruises across your breasts.

he looked up at you, dragged his stubble across the bites which made you nipple hard. your toes curled as he chuckled against your warmed skin, "you enjoy the attention. you like when i hate you." he kissed your jaw and kept you pinned down onto the bed.

"fuck you."

"no, no." he said as he got between your legs and rubbed the knee of his jeans up against your partially clothed pussy. he could almost feel your wetness between both layers of fabric.

he soon stripped you of your panties and marveled at the sight of your pretty nude body. he undid his belt, then grabbed you by on hand then the other till they were at your front. he then wrapped the belt around your arms to keep them in front of you up to your chest.

he admired your beauty, it was such a shame that you had such a mouth on you. you'd fair much better with the men if you just shut up and smiled. sergio thought you'd look perfect on your knees and quiet.

now you were simply bound onto his bed, pressed between him and the bed as he got the rest of his clothes off. it was a quick series of movements with little struggle.

"i'm going to fuckin' ruin you." you said as you squirmed against the belt around you. you leaned up to get in his face but, he simply grabbed your face roughly into a kiss.

the kiss was searing and left you hot all over. you moaned against it and struggled more. he pressed his weight further against you, as he slotted himself between your legs. his cock up against your pussy. he rubbed himself against it a few times which made you shudder.

"not if i ruin you first." he said, "make you perfect for me." his voice was a low purr and it made you shudder, paired with the weight of his cock against you.

"in your dreams, checo. how about you try that trick on someone dumber." then you winced as you felt his cock push into you. he then planted his hands on either side of you.

"you will be dumber when i'm done with you. maybe i'll try then." then rocked against you. you kicked out your legs a little as he thrusted into you. he kept his gaze on you, you felt warmed under his attention and it made you heart beat in your ears.

he pulled you in for another messy kiss. you whined against him and struggled against the belt. you wanted to claw up his back, make him embarrassed for the weekend.

"you look better like this." he said, "under me. i don't know why you're wasting someone else's chance at greatness. was your team so desperate for someone they picked you. the worst of the grid." his words were biting.

you made a face at him, "oh yeah? how does it feel to be in a shadow of a man almost ten years younger than you? a fuckin' baby face. your red bulls' test dummy. the guy who makes max verstappen look good." your voice got a little tighter as his pace picked up.

"yeah? well at least i didn't need to suck dick to get where i am. i worked hard, you just became a whore." then the two of you heavily made out once more. you two were hate fucking. it wasn't sex, it wasn't even fucking. it was hating with a mutual assured destruction.

but yet, you couldn't get enough of one another. with the blood in your ears, you felt a similar high to be on the track. except instead of cars, sergio was fucking you into the sheets.

"i'm a whore?" you snapped, "you are the biggest whore i've ever seen. you'd happily kiss max's balls if it meant that you'd get another pathetic season trailing in the back of the grid. you're a dog they should've put down years ago."

that got sergio going, he fucked into you harder. he watched you struggle more against your binds and licked his lips are the sound of your pathetic noises.

were so cocky on the grid, where was all that bite now? instead you were taking his cock perfectly. you were laid under him, bound by his expensive leather belt while he fucked you roughly. you were going to be littered with bruises come morning as he rutted into you.

he grabbed you by the throat and said, "you're pretty when you're quiet. you have the loudest mouth on the grid. you bark like an animal, but you can't back it up with any wins. you are the weakest excuse for a driver i've ever seen."

you wanted to bite his hand, you wanted to kick and bite him. but the pleasure was in your brain and made everything feel hazy. his words bled into your blood and made you more aroused. you hated him, you hard sergio. but yet, he left your body yearning for more.

"if i'm the most pathetic, then you haven't looked into a mirror for a while. red bull only kept you because you make their golden boy shine even brighter." you groaned and clenched your fists as you felt the thrum of pleasure in your blood.

you knew you were close, your legs kicked out a little more as you arched your back. you clenched your fists once more as he continued to fuck you. his cock hit against all the right places, you gasped and whines.

sergio basked in it, the knowledge that he made you feel this way. that no matter how many times you snapped your jaw at him. you'd always become so submissive in the bedroom. he watched you com apart, you arched your back further against sergio.

his kisses continued as he fucked you through your orgasm. it was hot and managed to keep you quiet enough as he continued to bully your cervix. when you relaxed post-orgasm, you became much more agreeable.

he continued to work your body, "see, this is how i like you. why do you bother being a driver when you can ride me all night." his words were biting and left a shiver through you as he continued to fuck you.

you groaned as he continued to move against you. with a few more thrusts of his hips, he pushed his cock as deep as he could inside of you. he finished inside of you and watched your body arch against him. you were divine under him, especially when his brain was full of the after feelings of pleasure.

"fuck, sergio." you panted as he undid your arms. freeing them from the belt. you grabbed him and pulled the man into a searing kiss. he melted into you, "jesus christ."

"see, you can be good." he said as he laid beside you and you wrapped your leg over his hip. the two of you kissed some more, for now you'd two would be a little bit agreeable for a short while. he kissed at your temple as you laid next to him, "my little bird."

his little rival. <3

[checosbluespring]

secrets we keep (pt2) → mv1

max verstappen x perez!fem reader

genre: teammates sister, pregnancy

cw: 18+ MDNI, smut, oral (female receiving), p in v, slight possessiveness, dirty talk, pregnancy, childbirth (brief), slight angst?, pls let me know if i am forgetting anything

word count: 6.4k

song: coraźon sin cara-prince royce

sidenote: omg!! finally after 2 monthes i am finally done with part 2 of secrets we keep. this is the last part of the series but if you guys want i could do an epilogue, let me know what yall think. also thank you so so so much for all the positive feedback on this story, you are all amazing. please send in requests and i will do them to the best of my ability! also like true me fastion this is not beta read. hope you all enjoy <3

you can read part one here

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It's been three months since you first found out about the baby. You haven't told anyone. Trying your best to hide your newly growing bump. Even though you were scared, you knew you wanted to keep the baby. Even if you had to pack up and leave everything behind, this baby was yours and you were going to be their mom. 

It wasn't hard keeping this a secret from your brother, he was halfway across the world but your mom and dad on the other hand were difficult. As time went on you felt as if you couldn't keep it a secret from anyone. You felt alone, you had to go to all your doctors appointments by yourself and it was scary. 

You wanted to showcase your pregnancy, wanted a baby shower, to wear long flowy dresses that pronounced your bump. You wanted to start decorating a nursery for the baby. You couldn't do that alone, you needed to tell someone. You needed to tell your mom. But that meant telling them that you would be a single parent. Not that there's anything wrong with that but you know that's not what your family envisioned for you. You couldn't keep doing this alone though. You are about to find out the sex of the baby and you want your whole family to be there.

Making your way to your parents house, you see your brother's car in the driveway. You don't panic right away because you assume it's carola bringing the kids over to visit. When you walked in you shouted “mamá estoy en casa” mom I'm home. You miss living with them but you visit almost every other day, so really it's like you never left. 

Walking through the house you hear no-one, but as you make your way through the kitchen to the back patio you see your brother. “Ay dios mio” oh my god, you scream and practically run into Sergio’s arms. 

“Hola hermanita” hi baby sister, he says while hugging you back. You blame it on the pregnancy hormones but you start crying. “Hey, qué pasa?” What's wrong? He asked in a worried tone. You don’t know what overcame you but you felt the sudden urge to tell them. 

“¿Puedes sentarte con mamá y papá?” Can you sit with mom and dad? It’s just the four of you at the house. The sooner you get this done, the sooner you can start living life. Your mom and dad look worried, you don’t want to scare them so you just blurt it out.

“Mamá, papá, sergio, estoy embarazada” mom, dad, sergio, I’m pregnant. Nothing would prepare you for the looks on their face. Your mom and dads jaw on the floor, your brother's jaw clenched.

“Hablas en serio” are you serious, your dad spoke up. All you can do is nod. “Who’s the dad? How did this happen” your mom said in English. You knew she was shocked because she hardly ever used English when it was just the 4 of you. It’s not like you weren’t expecting them to ask who the father was. But you hadn’t quite thought of who you were going to tell them. Because there is no way you are going to tell them about Max, they would kill you. Sergio would look at you differently. 

“I-i-i, I can’t tell you who it is because he doesn’t matter, he doesn’t want to be a father right now and I won’t put him in the position to do so. I want this baby because I know I have you guys to help support and love me. This baby is going to be so loved, it doesn’t need a dad because they are going to have sergio and dad being a great role models for them. Mom, I need your love and guidance right now more than anything in the world. I am still your daughter, I want you to love this baby no matter what, no matter who their dad is, or how they were conceived” you said while big tears rolled down your face. 

Segio was the first to move and give you a hug, whispering “I always got you”. He leans back and places a hand on your stomach, “seré un tío” I am going to be an uncle. 

You nod and smile. Your mom and dad look perplexed but they make their way to you and both give you a kiss on the cheek and a hug. “No puedo esperar para conocerte bebé''  I can’t wait to meet you baby,  your mom said while holding your stomach. You know it’s going to take some time for your dad to come around to the idea but he’s supportive and that’s all that matters. 

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Over the next couple of weeks you finally start getting stuff ready for the baby. Buying stuff for the nursery and clothes for yourself. Right after your brother found out about the pregnancy he took you to the store and had you pick out a crib you liked. You were forever grateful to have him. 

It’s Friday morning and you are patiently waiting for your mom and carola to pick you up for your ultrasound appointment, where you would be finding out if you are having a boy or girl. You are beyond excited. You don’t care what you have, as long as the baby is healthy and happy. 

Getting up to put your shoes on, you hear your phone ring, assuming it’s your mom and sister in law telling you that they are ready for you to come out. You look at your phone and see it’s a text from a random number. Something in the universe is telling you not to open it, but you do. 

Hey y/n. It’s max. I just wanted to text you and see how you are. I know it’s been a couple of months since we last talked, but I feel like you are avoiding me. I take part of the blame too. I should have reached out but I was expecting to see you in Miami but you weren’t there. Is it because of me? I promise I’ll leave you alone if it is. I just want to make sure you are okay. I hope to see you at the Mexico GP in the next few months. Please text me if you ever need anything. I’m here for you. 

You don’t realize the way your eyes are stinging with tears until after you are done reading the text. A pang of guilt and sadness washes over you. You want to be so mad at max for texting you, but you know he has no idea, and he’s just trying to be nice. Your heart physically hurts, it’s like your baby knows it’s missing a piece of something. You remind yourself though that you are strong, so is this baby, and max is just getting started with his career. He does not need you or a baby weighing him down. 

Jolting you out of your thoughts, you hear the car horn signaling you to walk out the door. You can’t dwell on max, he’s a distant memory. All you should be focusing on is this baby. No matter how bad it hurts not having the father of your child around. 

Once at the doctors office, you are laying down with your belly exposed and cold gel covering every inch. “Do you want to know the sex of the baby?” You nod eagerly and hold your moms hand. 

“Ooo they are hiding from me, come on baby let’s see what you are” finally finding a good position, the doctor takes a few pictures and says “congratulations mama, it looks like you are having a girl”. You look over to see your mom crying and Carola recording everything. “I’m having a baby girl” you kept repeating to yourself. You have never felt more happy. 

When you are home alone, you start to think of the life you and your daughter will have. How you are going to homeschool her, and travel everywhere together. But your mind drifts to what could have been if max was involved. You had no doubt that max would be the best dad. He would be devoted and loving. A good father. He would take your daughter all over, putting her in karting right away but ultimately letting her choose her own path. Stop y/n, you tell yourself, those are dreams that won’t be coming true but you and your family will provide the best life for your baby girl. 

All you can do is be thankful and happy, you want to embrace pregnancy in the next 5 months. You ultimately decide it’s best not to text max back, not to add fuel to the fire. You hope as time goes on you are able to accept the fact that max won’t be a part of this journey. 

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Months have passed, leaving you in your third trimester with little under eight weeks until you meet your precious baby. Pregnancy has been tough but also so rewarding, you can finally feel her little kicks, especially when you are watching your brother race on tv, subconsciously you wonder if she gets so excited because she sees her dad but then you tell yourself to stop being so delusional and she doesn't even know who her father is.

The Mexico GP is today and you have already told your entire family you aren't going. It would be too risky for the baby, but in reality it's too risky for max to see you. There was no more hiding your pregnancy. No matter how big the shirt or hoodie is, you can still see your bump. It’s better you stay home and just wait for everyone to come back. 

Kicking your feet up, you turn on the tv and watch the start of the race. You see the crowds filled with your brother's face, and his number along with max’s. Sergio had a great start, pushing to the front of the grid, having him leading the race. Max followed closely behind him. 

The race after the start was uneventful. Your brother won and you were extremely sad you didn't get to be there to congratulate him in person. Max was second and then Oscar, it was a good podium in your eyes. 

You patiently wait for your entire family to come home including your brother. You knew that would be hours though, so you decided to take a nap on the couch. That nap ended up being a five hour nap and when you opened your eyes you saw it was dark out. Something woke you up though and it was the sound of the front door of your parents house unlocking. Sitting up you get ready to jump into your brother's arms to congratulate him. One by one your family walks in, mom, dad, carola, the kids, sergio, and then max. 

You feel your heart drop to your stomach, you have to think quickly. He may find out you are pregnant but your family doesn't need to know that. Walking confidently over to your brother you pull him into a hug and say “felicidades hermano estoy muy feliz por ti” congrats brother I am so happy for you. You have yet to acknowledge that max is even standing in your familys living room with his mouth agape. Sergio hugs you back and says a quiet thank you. 

“¿Por qué está Max en la casa?” Why is max at the house? You say to your brother hoping max did not catch any of that. But your brother had a different idea. 

“Max wanted to come see the house and the city so we offered to let him stay the night and we can take him sightseeing tomorrow!” 

You nod your head and walk over to him, extending your hand out for him to shake. “Welcome max, and congrats on the podium” you say. There was no way he didn't see your stomach. You were wearing a tiny tank top that you practically spilled out of. You know he's not going to say anything to you in front of your family. So maybe if you went to your room and ignored him this whole thing would blow over. 

You should know better than that though. Because your family loved to bring up the fact that you are pregnant. You couldn't blame them, they had no idea that the father of the baby was 2 feet away from them.

Your mom was the first to speak up. “How is the baby Amor, did you get to rest or did she keep you up”. Well now he knows it's a girl. A part of you wanted to go cry in a corner but another part wanted to dote on your daughter no matter what. “No she has been really content today, during the race when she saw you sergio she got so happy, she was moving all over the place”.

A big smile formed on your brother's face, “that's my niece, she couldn't wait to see her uncle win”. You take a sneakily look over to max and he looks confused, hurt, and tired. You can't deal with this, you have to excuse yourself. You are going to tell them you have to go back to your house, even though you have been spending the last week sleeping over at your parents. 

“Guys I think I am going to drive back to my apartment, that way max can sleep in my room” you say hoping you came off as convincing 

“Nonsense, I can sleep on the couch” max is quick to reply.

Your dad is next to reply “you can't leave in the middle of the night, you are 8 months pregnant, you can't be alone”.

You don't have the energy to fight them so you bid them a goodnight and head to your room, hoping you don't get a visitor late in the night. Oh how could you be so wrong. 

Tossing and turning in your bed you can't fall asleep, maybe it was the nap, maybe it was because your baby's father was 10 feet away from you. You don't know if it's the hormones but you want him, it's like a primal urge. Like you have been separated for so long and he just suddenly came back and he looked good. His hair is long, a tiny bit of stubble growing on his cheeks. 

You have to sleep but you can't. You look at your phone and it's 3 in the morning, max has to be asleep right, it was an exhausting race. He wouldn't wake up right? If you go out to make yourself some tea. 

You hate yourself for it but part of your subconscious wants him to ask, but you know deep down that would be the worst possible idea. Throwing your feet off the bed you stand up unsteadily and start to slowly walk out of your room. Max looks like he’s asleep as you pass the couch. Once in the kitchen you turn on the small light next to the oven and start to make yourself some tea. 

Once done with putting everything away you turn around to grab your drink but see a sleepy looking max walk over to you. You don't mean to sound hostile but you do when you say “why are you up”. This was the man you loved, the father of your baby, but you were angry, at yourself or at him, you didn't know. 

“I could ask you the same question” he responded. “I couldn't sleep, so I needed to get myself some tea, goodnight max”. You begin to walk away and as you walk past him he grabs your arm and says “wait, we need to talk”. Shit you've been caught, you think to yourself.

“About what?” Maybe if you play dumb he will also and ignore everything. 

“You know about what y/n, don't play dumb, it's not a good look on you” max says with a snarl and strong grip on your forearm. The authoritativeness of his voice and demeanor sends chills down your spine. 

“Okay, but not here” you whisper. Grabbing his hand you wander outside to the patio where no one can hear you from inside the house. You sit down and let max talk. 

“So. You're pregnant?” 

“Yes” is all you can say

“Your dad said you're eight months pregnant, so either you were pregnant when we slept together, or that baby is mine. Which is it y/n?” 

“I - I, it's none of your business max, this baby and I were fine before this and we will be fine long after you leave” you stutter out.

“So she is mine, god damnit y/n, why didn't you tell me? I've lost 8 months of your pregnancy. Were you ever going to tell me?” 

Guilt is eating away at you and you feel tears burning your eyes.

“I didn't think you would want anything to do with the baby max, you and I live completely different lives. You are you max, having a baby is a big responsibility. Do you know how hard it is for carola? She has four babies. She has to take them on planes all over the world so they can see their dad. How could I raise a baby with you, when we hardly know each other? When you don't even want to be with me? Tell me max, how would that work?”

“That's not your decision to decide on your own. How could you hide this from me? I could have been there for you, I could have been the one taking you to doctors appointments. Who knows?”

“Who knows what?”

“Who knows I’m the dad?”

“No one, I told them it doesn’t matter who the father is”

“I can’t believe you y/n, now everyone is going to think I’m some deadbeat dad who doesn’t want to be a part of their baby’s life. Well to hell with that, no more secrets. I am going to raise this baby and we are going to do it together” he said.

All you can do is nod your head and whisper out an “okay max, no more secrets”

“And who said I didn’t want to be with you?” 

This catches your attention, because you hoped he would have ignored you when you said that. But of course he didn’t, max is the most observant person you've ever met.

“Max you have no idea how long I’ve been in love with you. Long before you and segio even became teammates, I yearned for you. But I refuse to trap you into staying with me just because I am having your baby”

“Again y/n that’s not your decision to make, do you think I would have slept with you if I didn’t have feelings for you. What kind of guy do you think I am? Y/n I don’t know where we stand on us being together but we are both the parents and I know we care for eachother. I will move to Mexico if I have to, but you are not going to keep this baby out of my life”

“I understand max, but what are we going to do when the press find out? Do you really want your daughter under that scrutiny? How are we going to tell our families? I’m sure my brother and your father are gonna be really fond of the idea of us having a baby together”

“Y/n you are not listening to me, none of that matters, who cares what anyone says. If your brother decides to punch me so be it, but that’s not going to stop me from being a loving and present dad, I’m not going to be like my father”

Something snaps inside of you, a need to reassure him and be close to him. You stand up and grab both his hands.

“Of course you aren’t going to be like your father, you are an amazing person, I didn’t keep this pregnancy a secret because I thought you would be a bad dad, I did it because I was scared of everything else. You don’t know how much I wished you were at the doctors appointments with me holding my hand. Going shopping to buy clothes and bottles. Some nights I would cry myself to sleep knowing our daughter would grow up not having you in her life. Taking her karting, protecting her, chasing her around that paddock. So don't ever think I hid her from you because I thought you were going to be a bad dad. It was me who was scared of how everyone would react and what they would say when they found out their precious max verstappen would have a child out of wedlock”. 

Max pulls you into a hug, and for once in these past 7 months of pregnancy you felt like you could finally breathe.

“I’m going to protect you guys no matter what” he muttered into your hair.

The baby was excited, maybe because she knew her dad was finally with us. She was kicking up a storm. 

“Max feel, she’s so happy you are here” you say as you grab his hand and place it on your tummy. 

“She’s strong, maybe she will want to play football one day” he says with a smile. 

“Let’s go to bed, we can talk more tomorrow” grabbing his hand you lead him to your bedroom.

Laying down on your side, max lays behind you and places a hand over your stomach. You sleep the best you have in a very long time. 

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Telling your family that max was the father of your baby went as well as you would think. No glasses were broken, no bleeding, there were some strong words shared but honestly you expected that. 

As max was taking a shower, you sat in the living room waiting for everyone to come out to leave. Your brother plops down next to you and says “you know you could have told me”

“I couldn’t sergio, I didn’t want you to be disappointed in me”

“Y/n you are my sister, you always come first before my career, I could never be disappointed in you. Grossed out a little? Yeah. But never disappointed.”

You find yourself laughing and laying your head on his shoulder. You don’t know how you got so lucky to have a family so supportive. 

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Being with max is like a breath of fresh air. You didn’t know how bad you actually needed him, and now that you actually have him, you aren’t sure you can let go.

He jumped into his role of father to be fast and efficiently, much like he does with everything else. Before he left back to Monaco, he asked if he could go to a doctor's appointment with you and of course you said yes. You did make him wear a mask and hoodie to help disguise him. 

Your doctor was surprised to see you come with a man, as you thought she probably assumed you were doing this alone. 

“Who is this?” She asks with a smile and extends her hand out for max to shake.

Just as you were about to say a friend. He beats you to the punchline. 

“Hello, I am the father of the baby, sorry it’s taken so long for us to meet, my work schedule keeps me busy” You smiled and grabbed his hand. 

The rest of the appointment was smooth, the exciting part was the ultrasound. Max was by your head, watching tentatively at the screen.

“Baby girl looks good, has a fast little heart beat, height and weight are all in range, let’s take a listen to her” the doctor says as she allows us to hear the echoes of the baby’s heartbeat. This wasn’t new to you, but you never got over the fact that you were growing another life in you. You look over and see max in absolute awe. If you look close enough you actually think you see a tear in his eye. He grips your hand tight and says “her heart beat is so fast and strong, oh my god I can’t believe we are actually seeing her, doctor can I please have an ultrasound picture”. You are shocked he asked her for one, but for some reason his asking really reassured you that he was in this for the long haul, even if you guys weren’t a couple. 

The appointment wraps up with the doctor giving us a couple ultrasound pictures and instructions to not travel, as you might actually deliver within the next couple of weeks if not sooner. 

As you are driving home with max you ask what he thought. “Y/n that was amazing, I can’t believe we are having a little girl. She’s so big and strong already, do you have any names you think? I know we have a lot of stuff to discuss but after seeing her, everything seems like it’s going to work out. I will do whatever I have to, to keep you and her safe”.

You feel the words get stuck in your throat, all you can do is nod and say “it’s going to be the greatest experience you and I have ever accomplished. As for names, I have a couple in mind but I want your input. I have always really liked the name Alejandra or Catalina. but I want her to have a part of your culture in her name as well”. You look over to him to see a satisfied smile resting upon his face. 

“I think those are great names, she will have a part of me in her last name, so whatever first name you want, I am happy to go along with it”. 

Life feels really good right now. The sun is shining, and even though you and max are not together in the way you want, you will both work together to provide your daughter a happy life.

Max takes you back to your place. As you both walk in, you wash your hands and proceed to plop down on the couch, not bothering to take off your shoes. Max notices and kneels in front of you to unlace your laces, slowly taking them off. You don’t know if it’s the hormones but the tiniest of touch was leaving you with butterflies in your stomach. 

“Thank you max” you muttered. 

“What kind of partner would I be if I wasn’t able to do this for you” your heart skips a beat when he says the word partner. 

Once finished he stands to look down at you. “You know y/n, pregnancy suits you. You look so pretty with our baby growing in you”. You can’t help but blush at the compliment. Starting to feel a heat overtake your body. You wanted him, but you couldn’t let him know that.

It’s like he could read your mind though. “Do you know I think about our night together often, every time before bed I touch myself thinking about your body and how it felt. Ever since being in Mexico, everytime I shower I get myself off thinking of you. Seeing you so domestic, barefooted, pregnant, not a care in the world, It makes me feral for you. I crave you y/n, do you feel the same?”

If it was easy for you to get up from the couch you would have pounced on him in a second. But instead he understands and grabs both of your arms, hoisting you up so you are standing in front of him. “Max, do you know how difficult it has been for me to not kiss you, grab you, love you this past week, I want you so bad, I want to be yours forever and always”

That's all max needs to hear before he grabs your face leading you into a kiss. It's a little awkward because of your big belly but you guys make it work. You can't stop kissing him. Things get heated very fast, teeth clashing, lips being bitten, hair being pulled. Max leads you to your bedroom where he takes off his shirt then yours. You hadn't worn a bra that day so he immediately went to grab your tits, worshiping them.

“God, your tits are amazing, they are so massive, presented to me, ready for me to take and devour”

You moan in response when you look down to see max leaving feather-like kisses around your nipples. When he hears your moan he pops one of your nipples into his mouth and begins to suck. While it all felt so good, you wanted him in you and he could tell you were growing impatient.

Popping off, he leads you to the bed and makes you sit. Your face now level with his crotch. You take this opportunity to start to unbuckle his belt and shimmy his pants and underwear off. Just as you are about to take him into your mouth, he stops you. 

“Not today darling, today is about you, and I want to taste you, I've been dreaming about it for months”

He lays you back gently, pulling off your pants and underwear you feel the slightest insecure at being so exposed. In response you try and close your legs but he doesn't let that stop him. He separates them open with his hands, kneeling in front of you. 

“Don't hide from me baby, let me make you feel good” max says as he looks up at you for confirmation.

You nod, and prop yourself up on your elbows so you can see what he's doing. Quite honestly you can't really see him because your belly is in the way but you do make eye contact with him as he makes his way down. 

He licks a fat stripe right on your heat, it sends shocks of pleasure coursing through you. Max proceeds to kiss along the sides of your thighs, teasing you.

“Max, babe, please” you beg out.

“Is my girl needy for me? You're mine right? No one else, just mine. Say it y/n, tell me you are mine” 

He has barely touched you and you already feel so fucked out. You manage to get the words out though “yes max I'm yours, only yours, I only have ever wanted you”. That seems to satisfy him because his mouth is on your clit in seconds. Taking his time between licking and sucking the bundle of nerves. It felt euphoric, max didn't get a chance to go down on you the first time you guys had sex, but now that you've got a taste of what his mouth could do, you don't know how you could ever let it go. 

Sucking hard on your clit, he takes the opportunity to stick his middle finger in you. Slowly working you open, not that you need it, you are dripping in arousal. Your moans are filling up the room, max adds a second finger in you, curling up, creating something you have never felt before. The way his fingers moved inside of you, the way his mouth devoured you. It felt so good, you felt bad because you were pulling his hair, practically moving his face. 

“Fuck, max your mouth feels so good”.

Max takes his mouth off of you and says “you taste so good y/n, I could eat you out for hours on end” 

You never pegged max to be a man practically starved for pussy but here you are, and you are grateful that he is. You needed him in you though. 

“Amor (love), please come fuck me, I need it so bad” 

“How can I say no to my pretty girl, lay on your side” 

You shimmy yourself up the bed, laying on your side. Max makes his way beside you, laying down. You take the opportunity to turn your head back and look at him. You see him slowly pumping his cock, about to slide it in you he asks, “Shit, do you want me to wear a condom”

Quite literally you couldn’t want anything less. “No no no, please I want to feel you fill me up. I want to be dripping with your cum” 

“Fuck you drive me crazy y/n, you have such a dirty mouth on you.”

You reach back and grab his hip, helping him line himself up with your entrance. He trusts into you in one swift motion, the burn is just like you remember. The stretch is unlike anything you’ve ever felt. Max takes his hand and reaches over to interlock his fingers with yours. No words have been exchanged but you have never felt closer to him than in this moment. 

You can’t reach back to kiss him, but he does leave a trail of wet, sloppy, kisses down your neck. You can already tell you aren’t going to last much longer, you have had so much bottled up, you needed a release. Max can tell by the way you are clenching down on him. 

“Are you close? Play with your pretty clit for me, I’m right there with you”

You nod vigorously, taking your hand and rubbing between your legs. The next thing you know you feel your climax reach an all time high, and you are cumming all over his cock. You let out the biggest moan and feel your legs shaking. You can feel yourself throbbing, basically begging Max to cum inside you. He grabs your hip hard, you look down and see his knuckles are white, he slams into not once, not twice, but three times and suddenly you feel a warm liquid filling you up. Max groans, placing his face in your neck. 

You guys lie there in a comfortable silence, just enjoying the closeness and comfort, because tomorrow he will be leaving back home and you don’t know how you are going to handle it.

Max slowly slides out of you and you feel his seed leaking out of you down your thighs. He kisses your cheek and mutters something about cleaning you up. He comes back in with a wipe and spreads your legs to clean you up. This feels extremely intimate but you allow yourself to be comfortable with it because you deserve to be taken care of. 

After everything is sorted, you are both laying down and it’s you who speaks first. “Max, what does this mean”

He takes a deep breath before speaking. “I was mad at you for not telling me, I needed time to process everything, which is why I told you I needed time, but don't ever for a second doubt I didn't want you or the baby. I'm in it for the long run y/n. I’ll follow you both anywhere.”

“I’m sorry max, I can't imagine a life where you and I aren't together” 

“You shouldn't be due until the end of the season, so right after the last race i'll pack a couple of bags and stay down here. I was thinking we would spend the first 6 months in Mexico and the next 6 in Monaco. I'll keep paying the house so we can go whenever. When racing starts back up we will figure it out then but im looking forward to having a couple of months with you guys disturbance free”

Your heart warms at the idea of him finding compromises for the both of you. And he was right, we would figure the logistics out as time went on, all that mattered was that you both were on the same page. 

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Max and Sergio finished the season off strong, and max stayed true to his word. Right after the last race he was on the first plane out to Mexico to join you for the birth. 

Quite honestly he came in just enough time because not even two days after his arrival, your water broke. 

“Do we have everything packed in the car max” you ask while pacing around the room.

“Yes sweetheart, let's get going” 

As you expected max was completely calm and collected, acting as a support system. When the doctor came in and told you, we were ready to push, you got scared and max could sense that. He grabbed your hand and whispered “hey look at me. everything is going to be okay, do you think I would ever let anything happen to you guys? you are so strong and I can’t wait to see our beautiful daughter”

His words of encouragement helped you during the delivery process and before you knew it, your baby girl’s cry’s entered the room. 

“Dad, do you want to cut the umbilical cord?” the doctor asked. The sheer look of awe was all over max’s face. You watch as he gently cuts the cord and makes his way back to you. After she is cleaned up they plop her down on your chest and you just take her in. She is the perfect mix of both of you, she has max’s pretty turquoise eyes and your dark hair. 

You look up at max and see that he has tears in his eyes. 

“She’s so beautiful, she’s perfect y/n and she’s all ours”

You nod because you are at a loss for words at how special this moment is.To think what this would look like right now if you never told him. Looking at both max and the baby, you begin to wonder how lucky you got. This baby started as a secret but ended up being the best thing that could happen to either of you. And you can’t wait to see the life that you and max build together. 

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Sergio "Checo" Perez; SP11

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You||checo Perez x GN!Reader

Summary — checo is obsessed with you and would do anything to make you his

Warnings — dark checo, stalker checo

Word count 2416

@pasteljesse reposted from my old blog

The bell above the bookstore door chimed, its delicate ring piercing the heavy silence of the room. You looked up from your spot at the counter, offering your usual soft smile to the figure stepping inside. Sergio Pérez—Checo, as everyone called him—flashed you his signature grin, one that made your heart skip a beat no matter how many times you saw it.

“Back again?” you teased lightly, your voice warm and inviting.

“Couldn’t resist,” Checo replied, his tone smooth. He wandered toward the shelves as if his visits were casual, but they were anything but.

To Checo, this wasn’t just a bookstore—it was your bookstore, the place where he felt closest to you. You, with your kind words and easy laughter, had unknowingly pulled him into a world he couldn’t leave. A world he didn’t want to leave.

He moved with purpose, pretending to browse but always keeping you in his peripheral vision. Today, the store was empty, just the two of you. It was perfect.

“Busy day?” he asked, his voice carrying across the quiet room.

You shook your head, leaning on the counter. “Not really. It’s been nice, though. Peaceful.”

Checo’s smile widened. He liked that word—peaceful. It was how he felt when he was near you, even though his thoughts were anything but calm.

As you chatted, his mind drifted. The memory of seeing you with Lewis the other day resurfaced, igniting a wave of possessive anger. Lewis Hamilton, with his arm casually slung around your shoulders, his lips brushing your temple as he whispered something that made you laugh.

Checo’s jaw tightened at the thought. Lewis didn’t deserve you. None of them did. Carlos, Charles, even Lando—they all circled you like moths to a flame, but they didn’t see you the way Checo did.

You glanced up, catching the dark look that flickered across Checo’s face. “You okay?”

He quickly composed himself, smiling again. “Yeah, sorry. Just thinking.”

You didn’t press further, trusting him without question. That trust made Checo’s obsession deepen. You were too kind, too open, too vulnerable. It was why he needed to protect you—from Lewis, from the others, from anyone who might take you away from him.

And if protecting you meant removing a few obstacles, so be it.

Checo lingered longer than usual, asking questions about the books you were reading, the little plants you kept by the windowsill, the café you mentioned wanting to try. He wanted to keep you talking, wanted to carve out this quiet moment where no one else could intrude.

But as you spoke, his eyes wandered to the ring of your keys lying on the counter. Hanging from the ring was a small charm—a sleek, silver “L.” It twisted in the light, taunting him, reminding him of him.

Lewis.

Checo’s chest tightened, his smile fading for just a second too long. You didn’t notice, but Checo did. He was always so careful to hide his emotions when he was with you, to maintain the perfect facade.

Lewis was an obstacle. A loud, arrogant, perfect obstacle that Checo hated with every fiber of his being.

It wasn’t fair. Lewis didn’t deserve you, not with the way he flaunted you like a trophy at every event. Checo had seen how other drivers talked about you, their eyes lingering when Lewis wasn’t looking. Did Lewis care? No. He only cared about his image. About winning.

Checo’s fists clenched as he leaned casually against the counter. “So, how’s Lewis?” he asked, feigning politeness.

You brightened at the mention of him, and it made Checo’s blood boil. “He’s good! Busy, as always. He’s got this charity gala coming up, so he’s been stressed about organizing everything.”

Checo nodded, pretending to listen. Inside, his mind churned. Lewis didn’t even have time for you. He left you alone too often, made you wait for scraps of attention while he gallivanted around the world. Checo wouldn’t do that to you. He’d never leave you waiting.

“I guess that’s just part of dating someone like him, huh?” Checo said, his tone light but loaded.

You tilted your head, catching the edge in his voice. “What do you mean?”

Checo shrugged. “Nothing. Just that he’s got a lot on his plate. It must be hard for you sometimes.”

You opened your mouth to respond but stopped. The door chimed again, and a customer stepped in, interrupting the moment. Checo smiled politely but cursed inwardly.

Later, as he walked to his car, his mind spiraled. The sight of you smiling so brightly for Lewis gnawed at him, and a plan began to take shape.

That night, Checo did what he had done many times before. He waited, parked down the street from your building, watching as the lights in your apartment turned off one by one. His phone buzzed in his pocket—an invitation to Lewis’s gala. He had almost forgotten about it.

Perfect.

Lewis wouldn’t see him coming. Checo had spent months gathering information, learning every crack in Lewis’s image. He’d seen things that others overlooked, heard whispers that Lewis thought were buried. The gala would be the perfect opportunity to put his plan into motion.

Checo smirked to himself. By the time the night was over, Lewis Hamilton would be out of your life for good.

The gala buzzed with activity, every detail meticulously planned to match Lewis’s perfect image. Checo blended seamlessly into the crowd, a polished mask of charm hiding the storm beneath. He moved with purpose, scanning the room for his target.

Lewis stood near the stage, surrounded by sponsors and journalists. His arm rested lazily on the back of a chair, his smile confident and practiced. But Checo saw through it. He saw the cracks—Lewis’s arrogance, his selfishness.

You deserve better.

Checo approached casually, a glass of champagne in hand. “Lewis,” he greeted with a grin that barely reached his eyes.

Lewis turned, his expression shifting to polite indifference. “Checo. Didn’t think this was your kind of event.”

Checo laughed lightly. “What can I say? I like to support my friends.” The lie rolled off his tongue effortlessly.

Lewis raised an eyebrow but didn’t press further. He gestured for Checo to join him, making small talk about the season, the team, the media. Checo played along, waiting for the perfect moment.

It came when Lewis excused himself, heading toward the private lounge in the back. Checo followed, his heart pounding but his mind sharp and focused.

Inside the lounge, Lewis poured himself a drink, oblivious to the shadow that trailed him. Checo closed the door softly behind him, locking it with a quiet click.

“Something on your mind, Checo?” Lewis asked without turning around, his voice dripping with casual arrogance.

Checo stepped closer, setting his glass down on the table. “Actually, yeah. There is.”

Lewis finally turned, his brow furrowed. “What’s this about?”

Checo’s smile was cold, his usual charm stripped away. “You don’t deserve them. You don’t even see how incredible they are. All you care about is your image, your career.”

Lewis’s confusion shifted to annoyance. “What are you talking about?”

“You don’t love them the way I do,” Checo continued, his voice low and steady. “You take them for granted, leave them waiting while you play the hero.”

Lewis scoffed, stepping forward. “This is insane. Are you seriously jealous? Grow up, Checo.”

The dismissive tone snapped something inside Checo. In one swift motion, he grabbed the heavy crystal decanter from the table and swung it with precision. The impact was sickeningly loud, and Lewis crumpled to the floor, the glass shattering around him.

Checo stood over him, chest heaving as he looked down at the man who had been in his way for far too long. The room was silent except for the faint hum of music from the gala outside.

He crouched down, his voice soft and almost tender. “You didn’t deserve them, Lewis. But don’t worry. I’ll take care of them now.”

Satisfied, Checo worked quickly, wiping the scene clean and slipping out unnoticed. The gala continued as if nothing had happened, and Checo blended back into the crowd, his heart steady, his mask firmly in place.

The news spread like wildfire—Lewis Hamilton had been found unconscious at his own gala, hospitalized with a severe head injury. The media speculated endlessly, reporters camping outside the hospital, while fans flooded social media with their concerns.

You were a wreck.

When the initial report broke, you couldn’t focus on anything, pacing the bookstore until your legs ached. Your hands trembled as you tried calling Lewis, but it went straight to voicemail. You barely slept that night, anxiety twisting your stomach into knots.

Checo arrived the next morning, as he always did, but this time, he found you sitting behind the counter, pale and tearful. His heart leapt at the sight of you—so vulnerable, so in need of him.

“Y/N,” he called softly, his voice filled with concern.

You looked up, and the moment you saw his familiar face, the dam broke. Tears spilled over as you covered your face with your hands.

“I-I don’t know what to do,” you stammered, your voice cracking. “I can’t get through to him. No one’s telling me anything.”

Checo rounded the counter without hesitation, kneeling beside you. His hands rested gently on your knees, grounding you. “Hey, hey,” he murmured. “I’m here. It’s okay.”

You looked at him through blurry eyes, your breathing ragged. “What if he doesn’t wake up? What if—”

Checo shook his head firmly, his grip on your knees tightening just slightly. “Don’t think like that. He’s strong, Y/N. He’ll pull through.”

Even as he said it, his words felt hollow. Deep down, he didn’t care if Lewis woke up or not. The important thing was you, the way you clung to him now, trusting him completely.

“I feel so useless,” you whispered, wiping at your cheeks. “I wasn’t even there when it happened. I should’ve been with him.”

Checo’s heart twisted—not in guilt, but in the realization of how deeply you cared for someone so unworthy. His hand moved to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. “You can’t blame yourself for this. None of this is your fault.”

You leaned into his touch, your breath hitching. “Thank you, Checo. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Hearing those words made his chest swell with pride. He’d waited so long for this moment, for you to rely on him completely. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm embrace.

“I’ll take care of you,” he whispered, his voice low and soothing. “Whatever you need, I’ll be here.”

You buried your face in his shoulder, letting the steady beat of his heart calm you. For the first time since the news broke, you felt a sliver of comfort.

Checo pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering. This is where you belong, he thought. With me. Only me.

And he would make sure it stayed that way.

Checo’s arms tightened around you just slightly, as if shielding you from the world. His voice remained calm, soothing, like a steady current pulling you closer.

“You’ve been so strong through all of this,” he murmured. “Stronger than anyone else would’ve been in your position.”

You let out a shaky breath, shaking your head against his chest. “I don’t feel strong. I feel useless.”

Checo tilted his head down, his lips brushing your hair as he spoke. “That’s not true. You’ve been holding everything together, even when Lewis…” He paused, a slight tremor in his voice that you barely caught. “Even when he’s been… distracted.”

You pulled back slightly, your brows furrowing. “What do you mean?”

Checo hesitated, feigning reluctance, before sighing deeply. “It’s not my place to say. I just… I’ve seen how much you give, Y/N. How much you love him. But sometimes I wonder if he really appreciates it.”

Your stomach twisted at his words, doubt creeping into your mind. “What are you saying, Checo?”

He met your gaze, his expression soft and earnest, though his words were anything but. “I don’t want to upset you, but… I’ve seen Lewis at events. The way he talks to people. The way he… entertains attention from others.” His jaw tightened, as if the thought pained him. “I don’t think he realizes how lucky he is to have someone like you.”

You stared at him, the seed of doubt now firmly planted. “You think he doesn’t care?”

Checo shook his head quickly. “No, no. I’m not saying that. But sometimes, people get so caught up in their own world that they forget to see what’s right in front of them.” He reached for your hand, holding it between his. “You deserve someone who puts you first. Always.”

His thumb brushed over your knuckles, his touch both comforting and possessive. “Someone who sees how incredible you are and never lets you feel like you’re not enough.”

Tears welled in your eyes again, but this time, they weren’t just from sadness. They were from the gnawing ache of uncertainty, the crack Checo had so carefully widened.

“Checo, I… I don’t know what to think anymore,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

He leaned in closer, his tone gentle but firm. “You don’t have to figure it all out right now. Just know that I’m here for you. Always.”

The intensity of his gaze made your breath hitch. In that moment, Checo’s presence felt like a lifeline, grounding you amidst the chaos. You squeezed his hand, unaware of the triumph flickering behind his warm smile.

As the days passed, Checo continued to weave his subtle web. He offered to drive you to the hospital, bringing you coffee and snacks when you were too frazzled to think straight. He stayed late at the bookstore, keeping you company while you closed up. And each time you vented your fears, he listened, dropping little hints of doubt about Lewis while positioning himself as your unwavering support.

“You’re amazing, Y/N,” he’d say softly, his voice dripping with sincerity. “Anyone would be lucky to have you. Don’t ever forget that.”

Piece by piece, he worked to shift your focus from Lewis to him, eroding the foundation of your relationship without you even realizing it.

To you, Checo was just being a good friend. But to Checo, every step brought him closer to his ultimate goal: making you his and his alone.