#M writing: daniel ricciardo

[lxndonorris]

suit fitting the honey badger - Daniel Ricciardo

Y/N x Daniel Ricciardo Theme: Smutish, Teasing, Touching (not too explicit, light) it's the first time Daniel is wearing his new racing suit x word count: 2180+

When your boyfriend Daniel told you about his return to Formula 1 for the remaining 2023 season, you couldn't be happier. The last few years of his career have been a rollercoaster of emotions. Even though he got along with his teammates and mechanics and was beloved by his fans, his results weren't promising. Daniel knew he was going to lose his seat sooner or later, but then his old team, Red Bull Racing, approached him, offering him a job as their reserve driver. He immediately agreed, reminiscing about his time with the bulls. Even though he was so happy, you both knew that it was going to be tough. They value competition and results above anything else, and now, sadly, one driver has to go, with Daniel able to take over the seat at Alpha Tauri. Formula 1 as a whole is a two-edged sword. One man's fortune is another's misfortune. Even though you were so happy for your boyfriend. He got another chance—another shot at living his dream among the royalty of motorsports.

Now, you're inside the Alpha Tauri Testing Center in Italy, pacing through a large room the team prepared for Daniel's suit fitting. While Daniel is getting changed behind a closed door, you cannot help but get more and more excited. You can hear him giggling inside the other room, and he's telling you things like how good it feels, how happy he is, and how it fits, but seeing it yourself is always a different story. It's always special to see him wearing that gear, and even though most people look so good in those clothes, Daniel is on a whole other level. While you're walking from one corner to the other, many different thoughts run through your mind, and you slowly get drawn into them.

Just moments ago, they handed you an enormous parcel before they left you for some privacy. The two of you were standing in front of a huge table, with a white box lying patiently on top of it. You were holding Daniel's hand as both of you looked down at the big carton, and even though you already knew what was inside, the anticipation and excitement were slowly but steadily overwhelming you. "Shall we do it then?" He smiled softly and turned his face toward you, doing the same. "Absolutely." You nod comfortingly when both of you turned your attention back to the box. "Now or never." He chuckled and removed his hand from yours to grab the lid of the carton. With a bit of a struggle due to it clinging to the box, he managed to pull it off, revealing a beautiful white and navy blue Alpha Tauri racing suit. For a while, you felt the fabric with the tips of your fingers, while Daniel did the same.

You've seen him in racing suits multiple times since his departure from actively racing in Formula 1, but this feels so different, much more important, exciting, and overwhelming. "Are we ready, Y/N?" Hearing Daniel's giggly voice echo through the room snaps you out of your thoughts, causing you to turn your attention toward the still-closed door. "I don't know." You say this, holding back a nervous chuckle while you take a few steps closer toward him. "Ah, okay then." He says this, and just by the tone of his voice, you can tell he's smiling brightly. "We're going to find out." Your heartbeat starts to race, just matched by the number of thoughts running through you again. You see the door handle move, opening the door so slowly that even more excitement is building up inside your entire body.

Just then, he comes into frame, his head peeking around the door, his eyes looking for you right away. "Hey." He says softly. "Hi.ii." Your voice breaks slightly, and your eyes wander down to his neck, spotting the collar of his suit. "Should I come out now?" He smiles even brighter, and before you can protest or say literally anything, he takes a huge step into the room, showing off his new suit. Instantly, you try to take all of him in at once. To make it even worse, Daniel strikes a pose, steadying his hands on his hips, lifting his chin, and giving you a teasing look. Exactly the look he'd give you when he is aware of how good he looks. It's different from his usual demeanor—more serious, flirty, even.

At first, you stare at his hair, loving his curls. Then, besides his beautiful face and beard, your eyes wander even further down his body. The suit flatters him perfectly. The fabric is gently but tightly encompassing his chest, shoulders, and arms, with all of him filling it beautifully. Daniel even looks a bit broader, probably because he is working out a lot to prepare for the season. Still, your eyes keep wandering down his form, enjoying every part of it. Especially the lower half of the suit is teasing you hard. The way his huge thighs are restrained by the suit, how the fabric is running along his waistline, and the way his package looks as well. He's wearing the entire thing, including his gloves and shoes. "So? How do I look?" Daniel's low voice is sending shivers down your spine. He knows the effect he has on you very well. "Dan. You look so good." You say this, unable to pull your eyes away from admiring his excellent physique. Oblivious, you don't even notice him approaching you slowly until he stands right in front of you.

Gently, he places two fingers at your chin, lifting your head just enough so your eyes meet. "I knew you'd say that." He smirks and lifts his head just slightly, giving you another piercing look. You can tell he's so excited and happy to be wearing that suit just by the fire burning inside his eyes. Being drawn into him, you lean in as he does the same. Closing your eyes once your lips meet, you immediately melt into him, steadying yourself with both hands against his firm chest. At the same time, he places his hands at your waist, securely holding you in place. You kiss him once, then twice, softly at first, when you start to stroke his chest again and again. "Mhmm." Daniel, happy with this, purrs right into your mouth again, sending shivers down your entire back. For a few seconds, you stay like this before pulling away slightly, just enough for you to still feel his warm lips lingering on yours. "That feels so good."

He licks his lips and lowers his gaze, with his eyes now slowly following every move of your hands. While you enjoy that as well, you keep on stroking him firmly before running your hands to his shoulders, along his arms, and to his hands. He embraces your hands in his and intertwines his fingers with yours. Feeling his gloves, you think back at all the times you were with him inside the paddock, after qualifying, before and after the race, congratulating him on his performance. Thinking deeply, you lower your gaze and look at his beautiful chest. He knows what you're thinking about as he leans in once again to whisper into your ear. "We're back, babe." Daniel breathes against your skin, and you feel his body closing the distance to yours. Right away, you hug him tightly, and he embraces your body again as he starts to stroke the small of your back.

Just then, the familiar wooden scent of his cologne reaches your nostrils, calming you down as well. "I'm so happy for you." You say, closing your eyes again to take this moment in fully. "Thank you." He purrs again, placing a few soft kisses all over your neck, before he pulls away for you to have another good look at his body. "That suit looks gorgeous, doesn't it?" He says, looks down at himself, and motions for you to admire him wearing that suit again. "It does!" You smile comfortingly and watch him stroking his own chest now, again and again. "Isn't it too tight, though?" He narrows his eyes, looking at his hand, now feeling his pecs, before it wanders down to his abs and waist. "Not at all." You shake your head, knowing that he enjoys a looser fit. "You look good, Dan." Placing a hand at his neck, you lean in for another kiss.

Much to his amusement, you place your hands on his chest again, stroking him firmly once more. "And I love this so much." You smirk, causing him to do the same. "Oh, I know." Daniel raises both of his eyebrows, holding back an enormous grin. Keeping eye contact, you let your hands wander even further down to his waist, crotch, and thighs, with the tips of your fingers brushing over his excitement and his desire building up inside his suit. "I love it when you show it off." Biting your lower lip, you steal another quick kiss from his lips while Daniel enjoys the special attention he's getting right now. Together, you take another look, and once you see his name and number printed on the suit, you start to trace the letters with one finger. "I missed that." You say softly and turn your face back to Daniel, who's smiling warmly. "Me too."

He says as you keep on stroking him. Then a mischievous grin spreads across his lips. "Want to see more?" He says, his voice a little rougher than usual. "Daniel…we're not at home." You shake your head teasingly, with your hands now tracing the visible outlines of the bulge inside his pants growing bigger and bigger. "You're a naughty one, Y/N. You know that?" He licks his lips, but then he tilts his head. "But I can show you something else." Smirking, he reaches for his collar, unbuttoning it easily. "Oh?" You say, your eyes now at his neck, when he unzips the upper half of that beautiful suit. Daniel reluctantly takes a step back to get out of his suit. While enjoying him slowly undressing, you start stroking your own chest mindlessly. Just the glimpse of his tight fireproofs sparks a new wave of excitement rushing through every fiber of his body, but once he manages to slip out of his sleeves, you press your lips together, trying your best to hold back a gigantic smirk. As the upper half of his suit, the sleeves, are now hanging down his waist casually, he instantly strokes his chest again.

The fabric of his fireproofs clings to his skin, encircling his strong physique easily, even though all of his muscles are already testing its limits. "Fuck. So tight." Daniel holds back, but a soft moan escapes his lips as his eyes follow every move of his hands. He then looks back at you with an enormous grin spreading across his entire face. "What do you think?" Shaking your head, you approach him, placing your hands right at his tits, squeezing them lovingly. "I hate this." You hiss, kissing him again, while he bites your lower lip teasingly. "I know you love this." He hisses back at you, and you let your hands encompass his entire upper body again. It feels even better, with you loving how all of him is reacting to your slightest touch. Daniel enjoys you basically worshipping his form, and he lifts his chin again, his eyes telling you, that he wants you, right here, right now. Slowly shaking your head to tell him no, you run your fingers along his shoulders, and arms, as he starts to flex his biceps even harder. You feel him, and smirk.

"You're unbelievable, Daniel." You pout shortly and pat his chest, before running your hands down his body, with your fingers brushing over his erect nipples, through the visible outlines of his abs, and back to his crotch, with his desire still growing more and more. "You love me for that." He moans deeply and leans in for another passionate kiss, but then, there is a knock on the door on the other side of the room. "Fuuck." Daniel giggles, just remembering exactly where you are right now.

The door opens, and a few people come inside, and all of them smile at the sight of him wearing his suit. "How does it feel, Daniel?" A woman says, causing Daniel to blush slightly. "It feels… uh, it feels good." He says, exchanging a quick glance with you before he turns his body towards his new team. "Do you need help putting it on?" A man says, motioning for him to help with the upper half of his suit. "Oh…sure?" Daniel shrugs as the man helps him into the suit. Quickly, he closes the zipper and collar, hiding the excitement building up across his entire body. "Thank you." He says while you cannot help but giggle underneath your breath. All of them admire the suit, and you talk for a while before it's time for some interviews.

[dannyriccsystem]

i swear im in love w your posts and your account 😭 the way you write the drivers feels rly accurate, i had an idea for an au after i saw that video w the papaya boys looking down at the camera w their helmets on so maybe something about reader telling the drivers to 'sleep' w them only wearing their helmets 🙂‍↕️hehe no pressure 🧡

THE HELMET STAYS ON.

FORMULA ONE DRIVERS X READER

Summary: Begging the drivers to nail you with their helmet on. And they do.

Warnings: Pure smut, Y/N usage, P in V, foreplay, reader has a tongue piercing in one of them, hair pulling, blowjob, the whole nine yards. Basically really filthy. Also not proofread because it was embarrassing enough just writing this.

Featuring: MV1, DR3, LN4, CL16, CS55, OP81

This video. Oh my days. I have nothing appropriate to say.

One more before I sleep. I’m kind of scared to post this, this is my first super out there post.

(Do feel free to request risqué stuff idm!)

MAX VERSTAPPEN - MV1

“Let me get this straight,” Your boyfriend stood in front of you as you sat, prettily perched on the edge of the bed with an innocent smile, despite what you just asked. “You,” He pointed to you. “Want me,” and then to himself. “To fuck you. With the helmet on.” He raised both of his brows.

You looked off to the side, and then back at him, nodding. “Sounds about right, yeah.” You confirmed. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but with a sigh… He reluctantly gave in. Anything for his beloved girlfriend, I guess.

“M-ahhh-x,” You groaned out his name, nails desperately clawing at his bare back for some sort of leverage. Your legs were quivering as he slowly thrusted into you, his hips moving in such a hypnotic way. Even off the track, his pace was consistent, apparently.

All of his skin was exposed, every last inch, except for his face. It was covered by his iconic helmet design, the visor pulled down to conceal the expression in his eyes. You were certain they were darkened with lust, but had no proof of it.

His hands gripped your waist, hoisting you up to get an even deeper angle. Your legs wrapped around him weakly, trying to pull him in closer. At this point, you could barely move them.

He brought his helmeted face down closer to your ear, the sound of his voice deliciously muffled by the soft casing surrounding his head, “You asked for this, lieverd.” You whined out at his typical pet name, which sounded so dirty now. You were unsure if you’d ever be able to see your boyfriend in an innocent light ever again.

Your hands grabbed both sides of his helmet, mouth drawn open in an ‘O’ as you weakly moaned for him. The sweet sounds motivated him further, allowing him to draw out his final thrusts. He pulled out, hands stroking his length as you pressed soft kisses to the surface of his helmet.

He came on your stomach. With one hand, Max lifted the visor while the other gentle traced a heart onto your cum-coated belly.

—

DANIEL RICCIARDO - DR3

“Danny?” You came out of his bedroom one day, finding him relaxed on the couch. He leaned his head over to look at you, motioning for you to continue. In your hands was the cause of confusion— His old racing helmet. The last one he ever wore, to be exact.

It was a black helmet with a sparkly flame that shined different colors depending on the lighting. You remembered him wearing it in Singapore, the last race he ever competed in. It probably held a lot of special memories. “Do you use your old helmets for anything? I see you have a few in our room.”

“Hmm, nah. Mostly just decoration.” He shrugs and turns to sit with one leg folded underneath him, the other hanging over the edge of the couch. His elbows were propped on the back as he stared at you. “Why?” He smirked almost like he could see the gears turning.

“Wanna have sex with one on?” The answer was always yes.

It wasn’t quite what you were expecting, in the best way possible. Nothing could have prepared you for the animal that your boyfriend would become upon exploding this new area of your sex lives.

He had one of your legs pushed in the air, resting over his shoulder, which allowed him more space to thrust experimentally. The other laid on the side of his thigh, your hips held up by his free hand to get a better angle. You propped yourself up on your elbows, head slightly angled down while you stared through damp lashes.

“Fuck, Danny…” You whined, your hips twitching with a little gasp. He groaned, his head falling forward until the helmet was carefully pressed against your forehead. His grip on your raised thigh was tight, practically digging into your skin to keep himself from going feral.

“Feel that?” He muttered, his voice enveloped in the cushy walls of his helmet. The hand that held you up at the waist circled around, palm pressing down on your stomach to emphasize the slight bulge. He cursed under his breath, his hips stuttering and his dick twitching. “Shit.”

He leg your leg fall against the mattress as he carefully slipped out. One hand massaged your sore folds, bringing you to your peak just as he reached his. You both climaxed together, your thighs painted with his arousal.

He carefully lifted the helmet, still panting as he looked down at the mess he made. “Satisfied?” He asked, voice hoarse. You grinned, eyes droopy.

“Very.”

—

LANDO NORRIS - LN4

There was something special about Lando in his signature green helmet. The helmet itself was bland, but it was his staple. When he wore it, it was unimaginably attractive to you.

You tried to ignore it, but during one of his week long breaks, you decided to address the issue upfront. It was a hard topic to approach, so you figured now was a good time to be as blunt as possible.

“I want to fuck you while you wear your helmet.” Literally. As blunt as possible.

He looked taken aback, and rightfully so. His eyes widened, and his mouth fell open. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“Why…” He asked next. It was hard to discern what sort of face that was supposed to be. Confusion? Disgust? Arousal? All three at once?

“Because it’s hot.”

He fell silent, and then pulled you into his room where the helmet in question sat, like it was ready for this moment.

“Not so confident now, are you?” His husky voice murmured in your ear. You were currently bent over with your hands against his bedroom door to support yourself, your ass stuck out against him. All while your legs trembled. If one of his hands wasn’t supporting you under your stomach, you’d have collapsed by now.

Strong hands gripped your hair, tugging your head backwards to get a good look at your fucked out expression, and your stretched neck that was littered with deep purple marks. All you could do was softly cry out in pleasure as a reply to his question, which earned a dark chuckle from your boyfriend.

“Regretting your choice yet?” You shook your head with teary eyes. You couldn’t see his face, cloaked beneath the secrecy of a bright green racing helmet, but you knew for a fact he was smirking. Every thrust was carried out confidently, sending a resounding smack through the room. The sounds were sticky from the buildup of arousal.

“Laan,” You drawled out his name, eyes twitching as you struggled to keep them open. You could feel another orgasm approaching— Just one of many for the night. “P-Please—”

“Please what?” Another tug of the hair, making you whimper. “Use your words, pretty.”

“Let me cum,” You whined, your voice trembling. He continued silently for another thrust or two before the hand on your stomach traveled down to massage your clit, sending you over the edge. You squealed out, lurching forward to rest against the door.

He pulled his throbbing length out, releasing onto your back. With a heavy, satisfied sigh, Lando scooped you up and gently laid you on his mattress, littering your aching body with kisses upon the removal of his helmet.

“You did so good for me.”

—

CHARLES LECLERC - CL16

Charles and you had been together for a while, and it was safe to say you knew your way around each other’s bodies. However, neither of you quite knew the other’s mind.

It was hard to pinpoint the specific kinks and such. If you were both paying attention you could figure out the little things you liked— For example, Charles liked kitten licks on the tip, and he loved you in red lingerie. And you liked sensual sex with romance and eye contact.

However, there was something you had never been able to admit until now. “Can you keep the helmet on for tonight?” He blinked at your question, already half naked and hovering over you, who was… Entirely naked.

“Keep the helmet on?”

“Yeah. Just to try it out.”

It didn’t take much convincing.

The entire experience changed when the helmet came on. Maybe you were expecting him to take a dominant stance, but it seemed as soon as the mask came on he was a whining and stuttering mess.

Charles was propped up on his elbows as you straddled his hips, grinding yourself further onto his impaled cock. He couldn’t even form a sentence, just desperately grip your hips and occasionally involuntarily thrust up into your tight heat. He was thankful for the helmet, actually. That way you couldn’t see his pathetic expression.

“Feels good,” You praised, your voice like honey. He squeezed the fat of your hips tighter, both of his index fingers anxiously tapping against your skin. He wasn’t normally so… Submissive like this.

You reached out, lifting the visor of his helmet to unveil his eyes. Just his eyes, that’s all you could see, but they told you exactly what you needed to know. With furrowed brows and a watery gaze, he made direct eye contact with you.

His hands traveled to find yours, squeezing them tight while you rode him. He could barely ground himself, but your steady presence certainly helped. “Y/N-” He finally managed to splutter out, his legs twitching and his hips jerking.

“Shh, you’re okay,” You whispered, moving your hips faster. “You got it, you’re doing great.” At your praise, he seemed to lose it, spilling deep inside you.

His body collapsed against the mattress, leaving you to carefully lift his helmet and brush his damp hair away from his eyes.

—

CARLOS SAINZ - CS55

You came home from a stressful day to your boyfriend standing in the dining room, examining his racing helmet under the light. “What are you doing?” You questioned softly as you set your things down on the table.

Her flinched, but relaxed as soon as he realized it was just you, and there was no need to be worried. “Just thinking.” You raised your brow as if asking ‘about?’ He showed you the helmet, and you just shrugged with a lack of understanding. “I want to fuck you with it on.”

You blinked at his forwardness, your gaze shifting from the helmet, and then to him. “If you’re comfortable with it, I don’t mind.”

Sex with Carlos was typically slow and sensual, just what you needed after a long day.

Not this time.

He had you folded in ways you didn’t even know were possible. Your knees were pressed to your chest, hands gripping the sheets as he fucked into you in your folded position. He hovered over you, one hand on the headboard and the other on the curve of your ass.

He grunted, but most of the noise was coming from you. “C-… Carlos!” You yelped, surprised by the change in tone. Your eyes twitched, threatening to roll back into your skull. You tried to swallow your moans, but it was impossible to keep silent.

He suddenly grabbed both of your hands, bringing them up to hold your own legs back. He busied his digits with your hole. Two fingers circled your needy clit, making your legs ache and shake. The other two slid right in with his cock, plunging in and out in a rhythmic manner.

“Feel good?” He questioned in that thick accent, ensuring your comfort over all. You couldn’t form a coherent response, leaving you to just nod a silent yes.

It seemed like ages he toyed with your poor hole, but finally he pulled free and let himself release onto your stomach. You let your legs fall to the mattress, twitching occasionally. Both of you panted as he removed the helmet, sweat dripping from his forehead. His hair was beautifully messy.

“That was…” He trailed off.

“Hot,” You finished for him.

—

OSCAR PIASTRI - OP81

You had been giggling to yourself all day as you stared at your phone. It was beginning to make Oscar anxious as he automatically assumed the worst. With sudden steeled courage, he decided to confront you.

“What have you been looking at? You haven’t stopped laughing at your phone.” His tone was calm, but inside he was slightly panicked. That is, until you turned the phone around to show him an edit. Of himself.

He had seen a few of them. Ever since him and Lando filmed that video showing off their helmets, the fans had been going crazy. “What about it?” He tilted his head, not unlike the way he did in said video. Your ovaries basically exploded.

“Do you have your helmet?” He nodded. “Put it on.”

Well, you didn’t have to tell him twice.

This… Wasn’t exactly what Oscar had been expecting. He knew you had something filthy in mind, but to suck him off while he was wearing nothing but his helmet was a little absurd, even for you.

Thankfully, he accepted the freak in you.

Your tongue darted out to give his tip a little lick, the cold metal of your tongue piercing making him twitch. He shuddered, a deep groan leaving his lips. Without even thinking, his hands grabbed the back of your head. However, he relaxed before making any sharp movements, and let it rest there for now.

You experimented further, plump lips encasing his whole tip, cheeks hollowing experimentally. He groaned, head tilted back momentarily. You looked at him through your lashes, giggling around his length when he peered back down, the movement unbearably attractive in your eyes.

You placed your hands on his thighs to balance yourself, and slowly took more of him in. He tried to keep quiet, but he could only bite back so many groans before they started to flood out. As your pace increased, his grip on the back of your head did, too.

Eventually, you weren’t even moving anymore. He was just full on face fucking you to get himself off, and you didn’t care. You let your mouth be used by your boyfriend, whose hips were jerking in and out in a spontaneous rhythm.

He finally came to a stop, his length twitching as he pulled it out. Half of his seed was shot onto your face, while the rest was expertly aimed for your mouth.

He was breathing heavily as he lifted the helmet, peering down at you with a heaving chest. “Holy shit.”

That was by far the most emotion anyone had ever gotten out of him.

[lewisvinga]

norman fcking rockwell pt. 2 | daniel ricciardo x fem! reader

part one.

summary; y/n decided to confront daniel after he embarrassed her at dinner.

warnings; cursing

word count; 685

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1

note; requested ! tbh i didn’t know how to write this bc i originally wrote pt 1 as a stand alone 🤒🤒so this lowk sucks my bad yall😞🤕🤕

‘born to die’ masterlist.

masterlist !

“Sunshine!” Daniel called out after closing the front door when the last guest had left. The tone in his voice was back to the happy clingy guy Y/n knew behind doors.

“Why’re you cleaning everything now?” He questioned as he saw her standing by the running sink in the kitchen and cleaning the last of the pans, “Just clean it tomorrow. I wanna cuddle with ya’!”

“Not now, Daniel.”

Her cold tone made him almost flinch. She never spoke to him like that. He furrowed up his eyebrows in confusion. “What’s up with you, my love?” He questions, wrapping an arm around her waist.

She scoffs and shoves his arm away. She turns off the sink, quickly dries her hands then walks away from him. The Australian further furrowed up his eyebrows as he followed her to their shared room. “Babe?” He questions as she heads to the bathroom to wash her face and do her skincare routine.

Daniel was confused. He didn’t know why his girlfriend was suddenly all upset. He sat at the edge of their shared bed, lost in his thoughts.

“Are you about to start your period or something?”

His question earned him a glare instead of a verbal response as she poked her head out of the bathroom. Moments later, she appears in her pajamas. “C’mon, sunshine, just tell me what’s wrong? Did the food make you sick?”

“The wife has you tied down?” Y/n says in a high-pitched tone to mock his friend, “Well you know the Missus. Always bein’ clingy and wantin’ me around.” She scoffed, sitting on the opposite side of the bed and far from Daniel.

“What are you saying-“

“Now why don’t you be a lady and get us a couple more beers and more of those potatoes.” She finishes off, rolling her eyes at his interruption. “Seriously, Daniel? You’re ridiculous. Why should I expect anything different from a man around his guy friends.”

“You’re mad ‘bout that?” Daniel asked with a chuckle. He tilts his head to the side and continues, “It was just a silly joke, babe. No need to get angry about it-“

“It was humiliating, Daniel.” Although her voice was soft and quiet, he could hear the hurt in it. “Their girlfriends all looked at me with pity while their laughs sounded like it was mocking me. It was embarrassing. You humiliated me in front of your own friends and for what?”

He stayed silent, finally recognizing how his words had hurt her. Each word she said emphasized how hurt and upset she felt.

At his silence, she scoffed and continued. “But you’re just a man. I wouldn’t expect you to understand.” Y/n sighs, her fingers fiddling with the ends of her hair. “Y’know, you’re fun and wild, especially with your friends. But damn, you don’t know how that shit felt. I felt blue.”

Daniel scoots closer to her and reaches over to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Darlin’, please forgive me.” His voice came out in a genuine whisper. “Those types of jokes are the ones my friends make. I know it isn’t an excuse for me embarrassing you because I don’t need to make the same jokes as ‘em. I should’ve thought twice ‘bout my words.”

“They were stupid.” She mumbles, keeping her eyes on him.

“Yeah, they were stupid jokes. I was stupid for it.” He says with a chuckle. “I know it won’t erase what happened or how you felt, but ‘m sorry. Truly. Believe me, darlin’.” He said the last sentence in a southern accent which was something that always made her smile.

And he was right because she threw a pillow at him as she failed to hide her smile. “You’re on thin ice, Daniel Ricciardo. And I’m going to be listening to Norman Fucking Rockwell by Lana for a long time! You hear me.” She said in between chuckles.

“Promise, I’ll never do or say anything stupid again.”

“But you are just a man…”

“Darlin’, not those types of stupid jokes. But you do make me act stupidly in love.”

[chilling-seavey]

The Silver Arrows (gr63 + nr6)

↳ A/N: I am so excited to announce that I have written this fic as part of my first ever participation in a writing fest! Rare Pair Fest gave me the perfect 'excuse' to write the fic that had been marinating in the back of my mind for weeks and although it was hard to keep it under wraps, I can finally reveal it to you all!

↳ Disclaimer: I am so sorry for this Lewis Hamilton/Brocedes erasure just to satisfy my own fantasy…I respect you and all your accomplishments, Lewis, this is just for writing purposes for this one fic, I swear. Additionally, Nico is not married in this specific timeline; I cannot stomach writing him being unfaithful to lovely Vivian.

↳ Written For: @rarepairfest || Read on AO3

↳ Summary: Abu Dhabi 2016 ends with the high of Nico's World Championship win. Out of everyone in the world, only George knows that Nico plans to retire now that he's won the title. On their last night as teammates, they decide to celebrate the end of an era properly.

↳ Pairings: George Russell x Teammate Nico Roseberg x F1 Grid Girl (Nameless)

↳ Word Count: 22.6k

↳ Warnings: 18+, smut, mmf threesome, George is bi-curious (with arguably internalized homophobia) and his teammate helps him explore, oral sex (m and f receiving), nipple play, spanking, dirty talk, very minor degradation ("slut"), begging, rimming, anal fingering, cum play, anal sex, vaginal sex, George cries from pleasure, use of condoms.

The grid at the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix was buzzing with excitement for the last race of the 2016 season. Twenty-two cars were lined up in their grid boxes with mechanics and team members fluttering around them, working between the plethora of lucky fans who weaved their way through, donning VIP passes around their necks. The busiest section of the grid, unsurprisingly, was the front row, where two silver Mercedes W07s were lined up and prepped to perfection. 

The Mercedes Formula 1 team was a force to be reckoned with ever since they took the Constructors title from Red Bull’s domination two years earlier. Since then, Mercedes had been at the top of their game in car after car that was virtually unbeatable. The engineering of such a beast was the talk of the sport but their impressive driver lineup was partially to thank too; without skilled drivers, their car wouldn’t be half as impressive to watch. 

Nico Rosberg, just thirty-one years of age and starting from the second spot on the grid at the aforementioned Abu Dhabi Grand Prix, had been Mercedes’ pride and joy for six years. Despite consistently being a top contender during Mercedes’ dominant era in the last two years, he had always fallen just short of claiming the coveted World Champion title, narrowly outpaced by the likes of Sebastian Vettel and Daniel Ricciardo, respectfully. Heading into the final race of 2016, however, Nico held a narrow twelve-point lead in the Drivers’ Championship. Everything was on the line.

The driver breathing down his neck in the standings was none other than his teammate, George Russell. At twenty-six, George’s journey in Formula 1 had begun modestly with Williams, where he honed his skills and captured the eye of Mercedes who soon scouted him as their second driver. He joined the elite team just as they began their first season of success—a success many credited to George’s arrival. Though he had yet to claim a World Title, he was just twelve points shy of his teammate in the lead. What he wouldn’t give to beat his more experienced counterpart and snatch that Championship trophy before him. 

There was no doubt that Nico and George were incredible teammates; arguably a pairing of an era. Both were fierce and strongly skilled competitors on the track but also got along incredibly well off track. Nico took George under his wing from the beginning, sharing in their history at Williams and helping to mould the development of their beloved Mercedes together. They were friendly with each other but, like the mindset of every Formula 1 racing driver, once they were in the car, it was every man for himself. 

George stood outside his car, his focused gaze lingering on the bold red ‘6’ on his teammate’s car a few paces back from his as he fastened up his white race suit and made sure the wires and cords were in place. Nico was already in the car as the second passed towards the race start, helmet on and speaking to one of his mechanics who was leaning over the car into the cockpit. Tearing his eyes away with dire need to focus on his own race, George pulled up the headband from around his neck to secure it around the crown of his head to keep his hair out of his face, before taking his balaclava from the team member beside him. 

Then, he was glancing at the young woman standing in front of his car, donning a purple dress and red beret, her gaze almost distant. He gave her a discreet once over before speaking to her, his words unintelligible. 

She hadn’t anticipated being spoken to, especially not over the roar of the machinery and the twenty-two cars being started up, and so she leaned in a little towards him, “Sorry?”

George leaned in too with a small smile, speaking a little louder, “I said, your feet must hurt in those shoes.”

She glanced down at her ridiculously high heels then back up at him with a smile of her own, “It’s okay. I can lean my weight on this.”

She lifted the long metal dowel she had been holding onto, the sign secured at the top and reading RUSSELL 63 in bold type. The job of a grid girl wasn’t difficult (and arguably not important, either, in the grand scheme of things) but it paid sufficient money and she silently deemed herself quite lucky to have been assigned to the young and handsome George Russell for the season; always the one to be holding his sign in front of his car before every race. 

Most of the grid girls weren’t acknowledged by their drivers and they were all strictly told to not speak unless spoken to so their shifts of standing and holding a sign were quite tiresome. George, however, always at least said hello to his assigned grid girl and, the odd time, shared a brief, surface level conversation. He was humble and kind and it always made her feel welcome in a grid riddled with men, or so he had hoped.

George pulled his helmet on over his balaclava and then climbed into his car, donned with the number 63 in brilliant sky blue against the silver livery. His team helped him get situated, hurrying to make sure everything was in order as the seconds ticked by. The crews started to move off the grid and that meant so did the grid girls. George was already intensely focused in his car so he didn’t even notice her slip away with her sign. She was used to it, going about undetected. It was her job to stand there quietly, after all, not to be his friend.

The grid girls made their way through the empty pitlane and into the large building that divided the circuit from the paddock. A perk of the job was getting to watch the races from the private Formula 1 VIP balcony and there, the girls gathered just as the formation lap came to an end. Twenty-two cars lined back up in their grid boxes to await the green flag at, subsequently, the illumination of the five red lights. 

The engines rumbled from the cars, waiting patiently as the lights turned on slowly, one by one. George’s hands tightened on his wheel, staring up at them through his visor with nothing on his mind but to drive. Everything else fell away once he got in that car. He had a one track mind. 

The five lights went out and he slammed his foot down on the throttle, tearing off from the first place line ahead of his counterparts and keeping his place. He cut into the first corner, keeping back his teammate with practiced ease and staying firmly in first. George let out a breath. Inhale, exhale. He just had to bring it home.

George drove a brilliant race; keeping his lead through all fifty-five laps without a single mistake. He knew it was yet another flawless race to add to his ever growing collection—another trophy to make room for on his shelf—but he knew it wasn’t enough. No matter how great of a race he achieved that day, his World Championship rested on the faults of his teammate. And his teammate was virtually faultless. 

George led Nico past the checkered flag, ahead by only half of a second. As the two Mercedes crossed the line, fireworks erupted above the Yas Marina Circuit, bringing them home beneath sparks of pyrotechnics. As George slowed into his cool down lap, all he could hear was the roar of his car and the raggedness of his breathing, grounded by his racing heart thudding in his ears and an evil pit of disappointment churning in his stomach. 

On his left, the identical car of his teammate met his pace and George raised a gloved hand out of his cockpit in a congratulatory thumbs up. Nico offered the same sentiment in return; and his hand was almost quivering with adrenaline. Just as Max Verstappen’s Red Bull and Sebastian Vettel’s Ferrari pulled up on either side of Nico for their own congratulations, George looked back to the road ahead to bring his car safely back to the team.

The radio in his earpiece crackled to life and his engineer spoke to him, “Amazing drive, amazing season, George. We’ll get ‘em next year.”

George pressed the button on his steering wheel to reply, keeping his answer polite and genuine and as void of the storm of emotions within him, “Yep. Thanks, guys. The whole team…everyone at the factory…everyone watching at home. What a season. Congrats to Nico. Onto 2017.”

Once parked in parc ferme, George went about the routine of getting out of his car without much thought. His mind felt like it was full of static, a jumble of emotions that he couldn’t quite work out in his hazy mixture of adrenaline and disappointment. On the other side of the pitwall, he could hear the roar of Nico’s Mercedes doing celebratory burnouts on the straight, clouds of smoke of burnt rubber rising from the asphalt and into the night sky. 

George greeted his team over the metal fences, sharing hugs and pats in congratulations on his most impressive season to date. George knew he drove an impressive season and he knew Nico was just slightly better, but it didn’t make the sting of watching his dream slip through his fingers yet again any easier. 

It was a blur for Nico, too, in his own way as he shared hugs of camaraderie with a few of his fellow drivers who came to congratulate him, barely recognizing who was who with how intense everything felt in that moment. Despite his internal battle as the pain of being runner-up settled uncomfortably in his heart, George met his teammate in the middle of parc ferme and gave him a congratulatory embrace, giving him a pat on the back and to his helmet. Through Nico’s open visor, George could see the crinkles by his eyes with how big he was smiling.

George headed into the FIA building and up the stairs to the cooldown room, his helmet and gloves in hand. The hallway was lined with the grid girls in their matching outfits and ridiculous heels, applauding for the top three, and he passed by them without another glance, still far too in his mind to think of manners at that moment. But, when he walked by that one familiar face just before reaching the door, she sent him a smile more genuine than the plastered on ones her counterparts wore. He smiled faintly at her in return and slipped into the cooldown room. 

He set his sky blue helmet and matching gloves on the P1 pedestal and took the water bottle instead, unscrewing the gap and taking a lengthy sip to cool (and calm) down. Sebastian was already in there and he drifted over to George for a pat on the shoulder and a congratulations on his win and successful season. George tried to accept it with a smile but even he knew it must have fallen a little flat. In return, the well-versed five-time Champion offered him some brief words of wisdom that were drowned out by the influx of cheering coming from the hallway.

Nico came nearly bounding into the room, still donning his helmet and knee pads, embracing team members as he went. Lingering to the side with his water bottle, George watched as Nico took off his helmet and balaclava and set it aside to finally breathe, his blonde hair matted across his forehead and sticking up in all directions with sweat. George was sure his hair was no better and he turned back to the pedestal to take his Pirelli 1st Place Cap and put it on. 

From behind him, Nico’s hands rested on his shoulders, giving him a little excitable shake to grab his attention. George turned around and Nico’s infectious smile had George’s bitter edge softening a little and he found his own lips turning up in the corners. Then, behind the explosions of fireworks and the noise of celebration muted through the windows of the cooldown room and the lively chatter from the hallway, Nico spoke in a lowered voice meant just for him, “Couldn’t have done it without you. Next year; yours.”

The honesty in Nico’s words hit him straight in the chest and George just stood there for a moment as his elder teammate—and, in the same breath, his mentor—gave him another pat on the shoulder. George stood and watched him for just a moment as he drifted away to speak with someone else, letting the meaning behind his statement settle on his conscience. Out of everyone in that room and, really, everyone in the world, only George knew the secret that Nico carried. 

He was going to retire. 

He confided in George that the season he won his World Championship would be the season he would announce his retirement from Formula 1.

With the adrenaline from the race diminishing and the reminder of how much George had accomplished under Nico’s wing, his momentary jealousy fell to pieces at his feet. Nico had meant so much to him over his career; even from his awkward beginnings at Williams and Mercedes Juniors…it had always been Nico who helped to mold him into the record breaking racer he was that day. To think they had just raced their last race together suddenly felt incredibly solemn. 

George’s feet carried him across the room to where Nico and Sebastian were talking animatedly, sharing in their joy and excitement. The sight of him had Nico slinging an arm around his shoulders—having to raise up on his toes slightly to do so, however—and pulled his younger, lanky teammate closer, contorting him into a weird hunch. 

“You’re a good rival, Georgie.” Nico teased lightheartedly. “Giving me grey hairs early and everything.”

Sebastian smiled between the two in their matching white and teal race suits as he sipped his water.

“Some might say I learned from the best but I’d have no clue who they’d mean.” George shrugged sarcastically, earning him Nico’s fist rubbing playfully at the top of his head. George slunk out from under his arm and gave his shoulder a shove, the two of them sharing lingering grins. 

The post-race interviews and podium celebration went by in a blur for George. He hardly recalled lifting his first place trophy in the air or speaking to Coulthard about his feelings on the race and the season in front of the crowds, but, if nothing else, the shower of sparkling cider that was sprayed in his face by the hands of his teammate snapped him back into it. It would be their last podium shared and George was determined to make the most of it; drenching Nico in sticky expensive bubbly.

He and Sebastian shared the responsibility of pouring the remainder of their bottles into Nico’s mouth, the newest World Champion tilting his head back to catch the bubbling streams of liquid until it was cascading down his chin and his neck and soaking his race suit even more. George tried not to stare, not wanting the cameras to pick up on the fact that he was trying not to engrave the sight in his mind.

And then it was done. Trophies were carried off the podium and empty bottles were passed aside and media duties down in the paddock were completed routinely. George went through the motions like any other race despite the fact that he kept finding himself nearly glued to Nico’s side like he was his damn trophy-wife. He didn’t mean to look so pathetic, trailing alongside his World Champion teammate—whom he had four inches on; making his shadowing all the more ridiculous looking—through their post-race routines, but Nico didn’t bat an eye. He always liked George and was more than happy to accept his company on what only they knew would be their last race together. George was special to him.

They shared the excitement in the Mercedes garage where the team was spraying more champagne and hugs were going around from person to person. Even George got his fair share of hugs for a successful season and, of course, for helping achieve yet another Constructors Championship for Mercedes. Amongst all the chaos, George ended up in the striking quiet of the paddock out the back of the garage for a moment to breathe, leaving Nico to his conversations with nosy news outlets shoving microphones in his face. 

George’s ears were ringing a little from the noise of the evening from the screaming of the crowds and the explosions of the fireworks, most of the paddock having either gone home or were busy in their associated garages to pack up from the end of the season. He rested back against the wall and took a cleansing breath, staring up into the inky night sky above Abu Dhabi and the waving palm branches along the strip. 

The sound of a door opening had him turning his head to the side, watching as a group of grid girls came walking out of the building, back in their street clothes and chatting together. He stayed where he was, illuminated by the lights along the back of the Mercedes building, his eyes lingering on the one familiar presence amongst the small crowd. As if sensing his stare, she met his gaze and they shared a small smile. George cocked his head to call her over. 

She parted ways with her colleagues, sharing end-of-season hugs and promising to stay in touch, and as they headed for the exit of the paddock, she made her way over to George. She hiked her bag higher on her shoulder, falling to a stop in front of him.

“Hey,” George pushed himself away from the wall a little to stand in front of her. 

“Hey, race winner.” she smiled fondly, her voice a warm polite drawl. 

George shrugged, “Race winner is nothing compared to what I could have had today.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself.” she tutted, “Five points difference is almost entirely unheard of; you’re an incredibly impressive racer. This season was no more than a matter of chance at the end of it, really. Next year I’m sure you got him.” 

“Yeah, well…” George faded out. His mind went back to the fact that he would have a new teammate next year, no longer sharing the highs and lows with Nico. It wasn’t his news to share and yet he really desperately wanted to tell her; to tell someone. 

There was a pause between them. 

George changed the subject slightly, “Are you coming back for next season?”

“Yeah, I hope so.” she replied, “Will you put in a good word for me?”

“You know I will.” George smiled honestly, his big blue eyes lingering on her. He added a flirty, “I want first choice for the most beautiful girl on the grid after all.”

“Oh really?” she flushed modestly, playing it off with a light tut. 

“Yeah, really.” answered George with ease, “I think it’d look entirely wrong to have you out there holding any other driver’s number other than mine.”

“All I’m hearing is confirmation of the rumour that Formula 1 drivers are selfish.” she teased with a playful smile. 

George laughed out loud, a warm, genuine sound that filled the night air in their momentary privacy. He was still in his racesuit and damp from champagne, his 1st place Pirelli cap still on his head and hiding his mess of cider-drenched hair. In the artificial illumination of the paddock under the night sky, he almost glistened, and the slight flush of his cheeks appeared extra rosy against his fair skin. 

His brief laughter at her tease faded and the two of them just stared at each other a moment, as if memorizing one another. It wasn’t new, him staring at her. Most of the time he only really saw her when he was busy preparing for a race and she was stationed at the front of his car with his sign, but, in the odd times where nothing else held his attention, he always enjoyed staring at her. The fact that she always stared right back was almost thrilling, sending his heart doing somersaults in his chest. 

After a moment, she broke their shared silence first, “Winter break is going to be painfully long.”

George’s lips turned up a little at the corners, as if easily understanding the underlying meaning behind her statement and sharing in its sentiment, “Incredibly so.” 

“You know—” she started. 

At the same time, George spoke too, “I wasn’t sure if—”

The two of them shared soft laughter at the synchronization and then she gestured to him to speak first. 

“I was just going to say,” George cleared his throat, staring into her eyes like he always did when he spoke to someone, “I wasn’t sure if you’re living in the Monaco area but I wouldn’t mind maybe grabbing a coffee or something together over the break?”

Her eyes widened at his offer, taking by slight surprise, “Oh. I mean…yeah. Yeah, that’d be really nice.”

George’s face relaxed, “Yeah?”

Just then, the back door opened and out came Nico, surprisingly alone. He let out a heavy breath and stalked over to the pair of them, clapping his hand to George’s shoulder with that smile that hadn’t seemed to leave his face since the checkered flag. 

“Hey, what’s going on out here?” he greeted.

George offered him a polite smile, hiding the slight swell in his heart at the sight of his beloved teammate, “Nothing. Just chatting.”

Nico glanced between you both and then sent George a pointed glance, “Just chatting? You’ve got a beautiful girl in front of you and you’re just talking about, what, the weather?”

“No,” she cut in with a casual statement, all without taking your eyes off George in front of her, even as Nico glanced your way, “he’s been a pretty good flirt too.”

Nico’s face contorted into an expression of amused pride and he looked back at his teammate, giving George’s shoulder a squeeze, “Oh, really now?”

George let out a breathy chuckle, pushing a hand through his hair, “I wouldn’t say flirting. Just...friendly conversation.”

“Friendly, huh?” Nico teased, his grin widening, tightening his hand on George’s shoulder, “Well, I’ve seen your every-day version of friendly, and let me just say, it’s not half as charming as what I just walked in on.”

She laughed softly, the warm atmosphere between the three of them feeling effortless, “He is always incredibly charming.”

“I should have known you’d be good at this, Georgie.” Nico badgered with a voice thick with friendly teasing, “Always a smooth talker when it counts.”

George chuckled softly, his smile returning to its usual confident charm without taking his eyes off the young woman in front of them, “I dunno, I’m still trying to figure out just how to properly impress her.”

Nico smirked, leaning in just a little closer to his counterpart with his hand squeezing his shoulder, his voice dropping to a lower, almost conspiratorial tone, “Well, you might want to do more than talk. You know, it’s the actions that really do it.”

She couldn’t help the slightly nervous laugh that slipped from her lips at what the older man was implying; her hand raising to cover her mouth and she turned her face away to hide her amusement. George was thankful that at least that way she would not have to face the crimson that was inching across his cheeks at the same time. Nico only grinned and gave George’s shoulder a jostle. 

Then, he was speaking, “Right, so what do you two say we keep this little party going? I was thinking about having a little private celebration back at my apartment if you both would be interested. I’m flying back to Monaco tonight and you’re welcome to join me. Celebrate the right way, yeah? Just us. What do you think?”

George exchanged a quick glance with her, a shared look of intrigue and curiosity. His heart leapt into his throat: a private celebration…just them. When he didn’t see any hints of doubt on her face, he turned back to Nico with a slight nod, “That sounds good.”

“Great,” Nico said with that handsome smile of his, “I have to wrap up some things here but let’s meet at the hangar at 10:00.”

“10 is good.” George nodded in agreement. 

“‘Sounds good’, ‘ten is good’; everything is good to you tonight.” Nico laughed teasingly, far too excitable to have much of a filter, and gave George’s bicep a squeeze as he stepped away. “See you then.”

As Nico disappeared inside, George turned to her with a soft smile, his voice quieter now, trying not to let the hints of trepidation appear, “Well, looks like we’re in for an interesting night.”

She smiled back and George could have sworn he saw a sparkle in her eye as she replied, “I’d say so.”

George was definitely not a virgin, he would have that known, thank you. He had a handful of girlfriends in his twenty-six years and plenty of blurry one-night stands or the odd repeat no-strings-attached connection—the joys that came with a Formula 1 career, really—and he prided himself on his well-trained collection of sexual experiences over the last decade. Sure, the beginning few were memories he kept locked away but he had definitely grown and, not to be cocky or anything, but he was sure his recent few partners in passing would gladly speak to his skills. 

Despite the double-digit body count he held in his back pocket, sitting in Nico Rosberg’s Monaco penthouse that Monday night, George suddenly felt incredibly inexperienced. He had shared his teammate’s private jet back to the Principality, went home just long enough for a quick sleep and shower and shave, before finding himself sitting on the expensive white sofa in the living room. 

Nico was across the room, pouring drinks at the silver bar cart, still buzzing off of his day-old Championship win and talking excitedly about this or that, his voice almost echoing in the spacious apartment. George bit his tongue from reminding him that technically he wasn’t World Champion until the formal awards’ ceremony in a fortnight; who was he to deny his comrade his excitement after he had been so kind and taken him under his wing for years.

On George’s right, his grid girl was sitting beside him in a modest floral dress with her hair done and a light face of makeup, resting on the couch where his arm was draped over the back. He could smell her perfume with how close she was and he kept catching himself glancing between her and Nico like he didn’t know where to look. She was listening politely to Nico’s ramblings, pitching into conversation where she could and seeming to fit in just fine with the two of them. George might have been a bit in awe of her for that. 

It wasn’t unheard of for some of the grid girls to be invited to parties with the drivers and even to spark up hushed relationships with them here and there. Some of her colleagues spoke in whispers about their own thrilling one-night-only stories that had her sworn to secrecy; so once she found herself sitting in the multi-million euro penthouse with not one but both handsome Mercedes drivers, she felt a little out of her depth.

Naturally, she shifted a little closer to George’s side, marginally so. He noticed, stealing a glance her way, and his arm around the back of the couch dropped a little closer, just enough to brush his fingertips over her shoulder and the light fabric of her dress. He hadn’t realized how captivating her profile was until then, really taking a moment to stare at her in the cozy light of the living room and the orange-hues of the setting sun over the skyline.

Nico, finally finishing pouring the drinks, flashed a cheeky grin as he turned back toward the two of them with the three crystal glasses balanced in his hands, “Alright, I’m thinking we all need to toast to this incredible season.”

He came over to the couch and she and George took their glasses from him with soft thanks. Nico then sat on George’s other side, sandwiching him between them both, thighs touching. George scuffed the toe of his socked foot along the hardwood chevron floor as he shifted in place and raised his hand to meet in the middle to clink glasses. 

From his left, Nico announced, “To two championship wins, being the best damn team in the sport for the third year running, and to George carrying on the Mercedes domination for years to come.”

George could feel the young woman’s eyes glancing between them at that last sentiment but no one spoke to it. Instead, they shared fleeting notes of agreement and clinked their crystal glasses together before taking a sip of their drinks. The momentary silence stretched on for a moment before Nico leaned forward, setting his glass down on the coffee table with an exaggerated sigh. 

“You know,” he began, his voice laced with amusement, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen George this quiet in my life.”

The young woman laughed softly, glancing at George, “Really? He seems pretty comfortable to me.”

Nico smirked and lounged back on the couch himself alongside them both, “Oh, he’s comfortable, alright. Too comfortable, if you ask me. Georgie here normally never shuts up. He only gets like this when he’s got something—or someone—on his mind.”

George groaned, already feeling the heat in his cheeks, “Blimey, mate, do you ever stop?”

“Not when I’m right,” Nico shot back, winking past him to the woman on his other side, sharing in the moment of playful banter, “and judging by the way you’ve been sitting so close to her since the second you sat down, I’d say I’m right on the money.”

Where others might have been passive in the private company of two Formula 1 drivers, this young woman refused to back down, meeting Nico’s teasing gaze with a smirk of her own, “Maybe he’s quiet because you haven’t allowed him a word in otherwise since we got here.”

“Oh, she’s quick,” Nico declared with a playful grimace and a playful scoff. 

George shook his head at his ridiculousness, but the smile tugging at his lips betrayed his amusement. He could feel his heart beating hard in his chest and with another sip of his liquid courage, he wanted to see just how much he could push this. So he turned to the woman on his right, his voice quieter but no less playful, “I think he’s just jealous.”

“Jealous?” Nico echoed, feigning offense, “I don’t get jealous…I have no need to get jealous. I’m just...invested in my teammate’s happiness, that’s all.”

“Uh-huh,” she replied effortlessly, taking another sip of your drink, “and how exactly do you plan to ensure his happiness?”

Nico leaned back in his spot, his smirk taking on a more wicked edge, “Oh, I’ve got a few ideas.”

She leaned in, prying a little further, “Perhaps ideas that tie into your toast of ‘George carrying on the Mercedes domination’?”

George and Nico exchanged glances as if debating if they were going to bring up the secret that only they knew. George knew it wasn’t his place to speak so he let the silence linger for only Nico to fill it how he saw fit. Finally, after a beat, Nico’s eyes softened under the lingering stare of his younger teammate and he looked back over at her. 

“Well,” he began with a breath, his voice steady but tinged with gravity, “between us three here, I’ve made a decision. After the awards ceremony this year, I’m retiring. I won’t be back in Formula 1 next season.”

George’s eyes flickered to the young woman to gauge her reaction, watching how her eyebrows raised and her mouth fell open slightly. She blinked once, twice, and then, “Oh. Wow. That’s…a big decision.”

Nico chuckled warmly and clapped a hand on George’s shoulder proudly, “Yeah. I’ll be passing the reins on to my very capable mentee here. So, I thought tonight could be a celebration of sorts—of everything we’ve accomplished together and our final season as teammates. One last hurrah.”

“That’s...huge,” she said finally, leaning back slightly as if giving the moment the space it deserved, “I mean, congratulations, of course, but it’s hard to imagine Formula 1 without you, Nico.”

“Yes, it will be an adjustment but it feels right.” Nico shrugged, glancing back at George who was already staring at him unwaveringly, big blue eyes almost unblinking. Nico was used to his teammate’s intense gaze, and he reached over to gently nudge George’s cheek with a friendly smile, trying to bring the mood back to where it had been. “Enough of the heavy stuff now. How about this celebration?”

“What exactly did you have in mind?” George asked, trying to keep his voice at an even tone so as to not expose the anticipation of the unknown that was bubbling up inside him. 

“Well,” Nico reached forward to pick up his glass again, always such an expert at playing it cool, “I was thinking we could move somewhere a bit more comfortable…a little bit more intimate to kick this up a notch. What do we think?”

George’s mind raced as the unspoken invitation settled over them. His heart warred with itself—one part of him burning with curiosity and a longing he hadn’t dared name, and the other whispering that this wasn’t who he was. At least, not who he thought he was supposed to be. He glanced at the woman with them to gauge her reaction, surprised to see the intrigued smile on her face and the way her teeth sunk into her bottom lip. Without a word she nodded in agreement and then met George’s gaze to hear his thoughts. 

Now both she and Nico were looking at him expectantly, and George didn’t know what to do. He had wanted to take her out properly first—have a real date, ease into something meaningful—before suddenly jumping into bed with her. And for a threeway at that. Yet the thrill it held, the lack of barriers or awkward first-date conversations, was tempting.

And then there was Nico.

George’s gaze flickered to his mentor, his friend, the man who had guided him through the ranks of Formula 1. Nico was everything George had aspired to be—brilliant, charismatic, unshakably confident. George had admired him since his awkward, gangly teenage years, staring up at the podium where Nico stood as the rising star. He couldn’t deny that he always knew Nico was attractive but he never let himself think anything more of that; their shared ice baths or training sessions were simply professional and he was very good at putting things out of his head when he needed to. 

Oh, God, he had truly pushed so much out of his mind over the years: so much he didn’t want to burden Nico with—hell, burden himself with. Now, George was trapped between a beautiful woman and a gorgeous man with the offer of exploring more without complications or judgment dangling right in front of him. Was he really considering this? 

For a fleeting second, his old instincts kicked in, the ones that had always whispered to him to stay safe, stay predictable. But then Nico smiled at him—warm and encouraging—and the last of his resistance unraveled. He knew he’d be absolutely stupid to decline. Besides, deep down he must have been prepared for this offer in some way based on how thoroughly he showered before coming over. 

Fuck it.

The plush king size bed sank dreamily under George’s weight as he settled on the edge of the mattress. His eyes followed Nico’s movements as his mentor set his half-empty crystal glass on the nightstand with a dull clink, his navy button up already unbuttoned twice from the top. George wasn’t sure when he had done that but, regardless, now he found his eyes lingering on the pale triangle of exposed skin beneath the jewel toned fabric of his shirt. 

He was torn from his thoughts by a gentle hand on his shoulder and, from behind him, his gorgeous grid girl leaned in to press a fleeting kiss to his cheek. She gave his shoulder a squeeze as she settled in place on the bed beside him, draping herself against his body and nosing at his earlobe. From only the fleeting touches but with the promise of more dangling in the weighted tension in the room, George could feel his cock twitch in his slacks in anticipation. 

Nico finished their trio on the girl’s other side, the two men eyeing her up as she settled between them. Almost like he were an experienced pro in more than just motorsports, Nico’s hand gravitated to her thigh and just up under the hem of her floral dress. George’s eyes were locked on the subtle movement, watching the way goosebumps rose over her smooth skin under the ghostly touch of Nico’s slender fingers. Nothing had even happened yet and George was already feeling his heart racing hard in his chest. 

“You look so nervous, George.”

Nico’s sudden statement had George’s attention snapping up from the girl’s lap to his teammate’s smirking face. He was sure he looked a mess, flushed cheeks and all. It was getting harder to hide the intrigue that he was once so good at pushing to the back of his mind. 

“First threesome?”

George chucked faintly, trying to brush off the hints of uncertainty and anticipation brewing inside him without showing just how much out of his depth he really was, “Something like that.”

“We’ll take it slow,” Nico promised in a breath, his voice warm and low and comforting. 

His hand slid farther along the inside of the beautiful woman’s thigh and her attention was drawn to him, pulled in by his alluring presence that even George couldn’t fault her for. Nico was, in all senses of the term, completely captivating. The woman between them was no less than beautiful herself and George had accepted that realization since the first few races of the season when she was assigned as his Grid Girl. Now, looking between them as the two beautiful figures stared at each other with a shared tension of desire blossoming between them, George didn’t know who to focus on more. 

Thankfully, he didn’t have to grapple with that decision for long because they both then leaned in to share a tentative kiss between them. George’s heart leapt into his throat, watching as she and Nico eased into lingering kisses that filled the quiet bedroom with the soft sounds of their lips meeting and parting. With an instinctual lick to his lips, George watched the connection of their mouths and the lock of their lips, how they moved together like some effortless dance. 

Her laugh was sweet and low against his lips and George could see Nico smile into it as his hand raised to cradle the side of her face. They were a vision George couldn’t look away from, taking in every atom of their connection like he wanted them engraved in his brain so he could still see them when he closed his eyes. He caught himself lingering on Nico’s profile a little longer, taking in the flex of his jaw and the lines of his face as he kissed the beautiful woman in front of him. In his hazy mind, George wasn’t sure if he wanted to be Nico or be the one he was kissing like that. 

Forcing the thought aside, George shuffled a little closer to the pair and let his hand rest against her thigh, gently caressing just beneath the hem of her dress. Despite the uncertainty of the situation, George had gone through the rhythms before; well versed in touching and pleasuring women. The goosebumps that rose over her thigh as his fingers played with her skin were a hint of proof and the way her breath hitched as his fingers slid farther along her inner thigh sealed the confirmation. 

She pulled away from Nico’s lips and turned her head towards George, easily taking him in for a just as needy kiss. George groaned lowly as he met her pace, eyes fluttering shut to melt into it as he tasted her mouth for the first time after a season of dreaming about it. Perhaps, if he was delusional enough, he would claim he tasted Nico’s mouth on her tongue. Maybe that’s just what he told himself. 

With the ever-present awareness that Nico was watching them, George put on his best efforts, helping himself to her mouth with his tongue until she was whining into his sloppy kiss. Nico’s hands slid around her back and unzipped her dress and, without breaking away from George, she let the floral fabric fall down her arms. 

She wasn’t wearing a bra and almost immediately, the older man’s greedy hand went right to her chest, pinching one of her hardening nipples between thumb and forefinger. Nico had a sly grin over his handsome face, watching the way her skin pebbled under his touch before he was dipping down to take her nipple in his mouth. 

She broke away from George with a sweet smile and a little gasp, leaning back onto her hands to stare down at the way he sucked on her breast and slicked her up in his spit. George watched his teammate’s mouth work on her just as intently while his hand tugged at the�� bunched up fabric of her dress around her waist to encourage her to lift her hips so he could take it off of her. She complied obediently and the dress was discarded to the floor. 

The rustling of sheets, of clothes, the panting of breaths, and the landing of wet kisses over slowly exposed skin; the bedroom was a flurry of rising passion. The trio ended up moving more to the centre of the bed, the woman’s lips being shared between the two men as they stripped down until the three were only left in their underwear. She was framed by two handsome, well built, athletic men, urging her hands to touch all over them, wherever she could reach. Despite her attention, George’s eyes kept flicking over her to Nico.

He looked so casual like he had been doing things like this all his life, busy tending to the beautiful woman between them with his lips on her neck and making her expression fall into withering pleasure with ease. George took his hand from between her legs, fingertips faintly slick from the dampness that saturated her panties, and, in a fit of bravery, reached his hand out to rest on Nico’s bare knee. The man didn’t even flinch, still licking and sucking at the woman’s neck. 

George slid his hand up higher, feeling the faint hair and firm muscle of Nico’s thigh under his damp fingertips. He caressed his skin slowly, timidly, testing the waters and the limits. He felt so wrong for doing that, as if at any moment, his teammate was going to pull away from his ministrations and tell him off. But he didn’t. In fact, George could have sworn he saw him spread his legs a little wider on the bed to permit him closer. 

The gorgeous woman giggled, watching George’s hesitation. With a brave hand, she took his wrist and pulled his hand across her lap and right to the front of Nico’s snug briefs. George nearly choked on his spit, eyes bulging out of his head as he stared at his hand on Nico’s crotch. He could feel the shape of his dick through his briefs, the warmth of him, the thickness. 

George swallowed, trying not to think about the fact that he was nearly salivating.  

“Is he hard already?” she asked in a purr, interrupting his short-circuiting mind as she pushed her hand through his hair. 

George licked his lips, watching his hand timidly rub the obvious bulge beneath the thin fabric, barely managing out a, “Yeah…getting there.”

Nico pulled away from her neck with a playful smile, directing to the group, “We’re getting nice and acquainted now, aren’t we?” 

His eyes were on George’s next, a storm in his irises that had the younger teammate’s stomach flipping with unspoken anticipation, and his smile still ever present on his face. Nico licked and bit his kiss-swollen lips as George palmed him warmly over his underwear, letting out a small hum of approval at the friction. George pressed his hand down a little harder, feeling the way Nico’s cock twitched and his hips bucked up ever so slightly against his touch. His lips parted in near awe. 

The woman’s dainty fingers pushed through George’s hair again and scratched gently at the nape of his neck, pulling a small groan from his throat, his eyelids fluttering dreamily. He felt like he was dreaming; a wonderful, pinch-yourself kind of dream…and nothing that noteworthy had even happened yet. Then suddenly, he wasn’t quite sure who exactly made the first move, but Nico’s underwear was coming off and he was settling himself back against the upholstered headboard entirely nude.

Nico’s dick was impressively average. The thought had George almost laughing out loud with the irony of it all; Nico Rosberg, Mercedes’ Golden Boy, Formula 1 World Drivers’ Champion, a man larger than life itself, had a perfectly standard cock. Oh, how to humanize the man he had put on a pedestal for so long. Of course, there was nothing wrong with that and, even still, George found himself craving him more than ever. It was getting harder to push those thoughts to the back of his brain and hide them under forgotten memories. 

George watched as the girl crawled her way up Nico’s outstretched legs and leaned over him for a sloppy kiss. Her lacy hot pink thong was nestled between her cheeks and George’s eyes lingered on the curve of her ass and the flesh of her hips and the slight arch of her back. His hand reached out to drag down her spine, feeling each soft bump of her vertebrae until he reached her tailbone and then caressed his warm palm over the shape of her ass. She pulled away from Nico’s lips and tossed her hair over her shoulder as she glanced back at George, giving him a sly smile and a little wiggle.

“You can spank it, if you want.” she told him. 

Nico’s fingers threaded through her free flowing hair to brush it out of her face absentmindedly, his attention drawn back to George who lifted his hand just enough to drop it back down against her ass with a sharp smack. Her soft gasp was almost erotic in itself and George let himself squeeze the blushing flesh of her ass in his greedy hand. Then, without another word, she was moving down Nico’s body, kissing down his chest and faint abs and settling herself between his legs. 

“Perhaps we should start off with our World Champion?” she purred.

George tried to ignore how that simple sentence sent a plethora of emotions through his mind and heart—a reminder he wasn’t World Champion and a reminder that he wasn’t either giving or receiving. Perhaps he would do well with some watching to start off. 

So, George shifted forward on the bed for a better view as she teased her tongue along the length of Nico’s dick all while her siren eyes stared up at him. She took him in one hand, helping to smear the tip against her spitty lips before finally taking the head in her mouth. Nico sucked in a tight breath at the sensation and George’s eyes flicked up to him for a moment, watching how his face contorted in a pleasured furrow as he stared down at the woman between his legs. 

She hummed pleasantly as if she was thoroughly enjoying herself and her free hand reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear. Almost by instinct, George reached forward and gently brushed her hair back from her face and held it in a messy makeshift ponytail for her so she could more easily start to sink her mouth lower on his teammate’s cock. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of her lips wrapped around his girth, the slight stretch of her jaw to accommodate him, the dampness that lingered behind from her mouth on every up-stroke. 

Just then in a voice far too complacent for the circumstance, Nico cocked his head at George, “Come up here, mate. The view is incredible.”

George tried to ignore how the ‘mate’ made him feel a little funny and, instead, he gently let go of her hair and shifted farther up the bed to join Nico back against the headboard. From that angle, almost shoulder to shoulder with him, he could see directly down his naked body to where the woman was sucking pleasantly on his cock. George was entranced for a moment, watching her pretty face nestle itself lower and lower towards his teammate’s pelvis, taking more and more of him as her mouth made the filthiest sounds. 

“Such a good girl,” Nico praised lowly, his voice thick with pleasure, while his hands took over in her hair to hold it back from her face himself, guiding her into her steady motions.

George tore his eyes away from the woman to glance to his right where his teammate was resting comfortably against down-filled pillows and the upholstered headboard. Nico’s eyes were heavy-lidded, pupils dilated with lust, and his jaw momentarily tightened in unrestrained satisfaction as a faint flush touched across the apples of his cheeks and down his neck. It was a version of Nico that George had never seen before; so pleasured and without inhibitions. Enchanting. 

Nico let out a small breath that was laced in with a groan as the wet sounds of the woman’s mouth on him grew louder, more pronounced, as she worked him masterfully. George glanced back down at her, watching Nico’s fingers tight in her hair and how his bicep tensed slightly as he tried not to yank her too far down. Without a thought, George’s hand reached for the front of his underwear and gave himself a small squeeze over the thin fabric. 

He hadn’t realized he was already growing hard until that moment, finding his dick straining against the material of his briefs under his palm. George sucked in a tight breath as the pleasure sensors sizzled under his touch and he kept his palm rubbing over his clothed erection with his eyes flicking between the woman giving the blowjob and the handsome man receiving it. A moment later, his attention still focused between his counterparts, George slid his hand under the waistband of his underwear to touch himself properly, giving himself a few lazy and restricted strokes with his fingertips.

It was a whole new situation for George; sitting there watching two people succumb to their desire right in front of him. He couldn’t look away at first, taking in every ounce of their moment, until, again, he glanced over at Nico sitting shoulder to shoulder with him. It was as if the look of his teammate’s expression was more interesting than the sight of the woman going down on him. George couldn’t look away.

After just a moment, as if sensing he was being watched, Nico glanced over at George and their eyes met. They were sitting so close together on his bed that it almost felt like their noses were about to touch. A sly smirk grazed Nico’s face, his blue eyes flicking between George’s own and his lips parted in near-wonder as he stared right back. A certain motion from the woman between his legs had Nico’s eyebrows furrowing for a split second and his breath inhaling, all without taking his eyes away from George. 

“Like what you see, George?” Nico taunted, his voice a little breathless, the slight hint of an accent that embraced his words feeling a little thicker. 

George licked his lips, his hand still working beneath the confines of his underwear as he firmly kept Nico’s unwavering gaze. Distracted by their eye contact, George didn’t even realize that his touch on himself started to grow a fraction more insistent. 

“Yeah,” George replied in a breath, his chest feeling tight from how hard his heart was pounding, “Very much so.”

“Yeah?” Nico played some more. His eyes dropped down George’s lean and fit torso to the moving lump under the front of his underwear where his hand was moving around his cock. Nico, more sure of himself at thirty-one than George still was at twenty-six, reached out to grasp George’s wrist and pull his hand out, “So come participate. Never took you to be just a spectator.” 

“I didn’t want to interrupt.” George protested meekly. 

“What if I want you to interrupt?” Nico challenged. 

The two men stared at each other for a moment, the only sounds in the room being their rhythmic breaths and the lewd noise of the woman’s mouth still working lazily around Nico’s dick. The tension was crawling up George’s spine and wrapping itself around his throat. He felt sick with anticipation. 

Before he could make any move, Nico was sliding his hand around the back of George’s neck and grabbing firmly. It was a move he often did after races, a moment to pull their helmets together for a head bump in shared congratulations behind the noise of parc fermé, but here, now, it held so much more behind it. His slender fingers curled into the roots of George’s brunette waves, giving him a little tug at the nape of his neck to pull him closer. George couldn’t help the small gasp that slipped from his throat. 

Their noses bumped first and George sucked in a breath, his wide eyes still boring into Nico’s half-lidded ones no matter how much he was turned on at that moment. He could feel Nico’s ragged breaths against his cheek and  it had him habitually licking his lips once more, wetting them, mind whirling over what this night was going to progress into. 

Then, in a moment equally fleeting and painfully long, Nico pushed his lips onto George’s. 

The first kiss was messy and off-centre, earning more skin than lips to meet, but it was immediately followed by a second where Nico took the lead and slotted their lips together properly. George initially tensed, inhaling sharply into their motionless kiss and freezing in place. But, when Nico went to pull away, George all but lunged forward, grabbing the back of his teammate’s neck in return and yanking him back into a heated kiss. 

Nico groaned lowly into it as they shared slow, sloppy, tentative kisses, hands grasping onto backs of necks and skin feeling hot to touch. As their heads tilted to deepen their kiss, George slid his hand down Nico’s chest, resting it over his pecs and feeling each rise and fall of his every breath. George’s mind was whirling, and yet, at the same time, felt like it was filled with nothing but static. Was this really happening? He would pinch himself but, fuck, he really didn’t want to risk waking up. 

“Holy shit.”

The pleasured groan from farther down the bed had George realizing that he had almost completely forgotten that his gorgeous grid girl was even present. She had her hand still lazily stroking Nico with her wide, amused eyes staring up at the both of them with her bottom lip between her teeth. There was a certain twinkle in her eye that betrayed just how much she was into the unexpected sight before her.

“Don’t let me stop you.” she all but purred, reaching up with her other hand to tug at the waistband of George’s underwear. 

He took her prompt without question and lifted his hips to shove his underwear down, leaving him just as bare as Nico, and then her hand went to his hard cock too, having them each in her grasp to pleasure them simultaneously. George shuddered both at her touch and the obvious fire behind Nico’s gaze directed right down to his groin.

Nico let out a playful wolf-whistle, “Impressive, Georgie.”

George could feel the blush trailing down his neck and over his collarbones, flushed from lust and from the unexpected praise and attention from his teammate. He shifted in place and grasped the side of Nico’s neck as he leaned in to start to kiss at his neck with a small whine. George’s legs fell open a little more, hips nudging up against the hand of the beautiful woman who was currently giving him a lazy handjob, all without stopping his ministrations along the column of Nico’s neck. 

“That’s more like it.” Nico exhaled, almost a hint of pride in his voice, and he draped an arm around George’s shoulders to keep him close, succumbing to the sensations of the younger man’s lips on his neck. George could feel his eyes on him, how he stared at him as the woman tended to him in generous strokes. When she finally took George’s dick in her mouth, he pulled away from Nico’s neck with a tight gasp.

“Fuck.” George hissed, glancing down at her as she batted her lashes back up at him from between his lazily parted thighs. 

He was nearly leaning entirely on Nico at that point, draped naked on the bed with his head resting on his teammate's shoulder, feeling the warmth of his bicep against his shoulder blade. It was as if any care or concern had dissipated in George’s mind—the presence of lust had a way of doing that. Shamelessly horny, he let his body mould with that of the man beside him as he succumbed to the warm, wet confines of the gorgeous woman’s mouth on him. Sure, it wasn’t the most mind-blowing head he had ever received but there was something about that situation as a whole that made George’s nerve endings tingle.

She shared the both of them, going back and forth to tend to each of them one at a time, making sure to keep the other nicely stimulated with her hand when it wasn’t their turn to take up her mouth. The men lounged together in naked bliss as they watched her, and George caught himself often glancing to his right just to stare at Nico just a little more. In the last six years that George had been in Formula 1, never had he experienced teammate bonding quite like this.

George couldn’t help himself as the magnetic pull in his chest urged him closer and he pressed a kiss to the corner of Nico’s mouth. The elder turned his face towards his younger counterpart, smiling that cocky handsome grin of his, before leaning in to meet him halfway for another proper tongue-led kiss. It stirred a feeling of unexplainable desire in George’s stomach, a thirst that felt far more quenchable now than it had in years prior when he had been smothering any fleeting concept of this that might have crossed his mind. Everything—Nico—was once so unattainable. Now, everything felt within his reach. 

George’s cheek sizzled where Nico pressed the pad of his thumb, forcing his mouth open a little wider to push in his tongue. Like putty, George melted, parting his lips and accepting the invasion as he raised a hand to grasp the back of Nico’s neck and hold his mouth on his. There was a roughness to the way Nico kissed; like even this was a competition. On the track, George might have been his fiercest competitor, but, here, now, all he could do was fold under Nico’s assertive dominance. 

After a moment, when they pulled apart to breathe, there was a string of spit connecting their lips and it broke, dripping down George’s chin. His wide eyes were all over the face of his mentor, trying to gauge his reaction or perhaps receive any hints of guidance as to what to do next. Nico smeared the slick of spit across George’s swollen bottom lip with the pad of his thumb before squeezing the younger man’s chiseled face between thumb and fingers, pinching his cheeks as he admired him.

“You’ve always been such a pretty boy.” Nico all but purred.

George felt his cock twitch in the firm grasp of the woman laying between his legs. Her soft giggle in awareness floated in the air of the bedroom.

And then, much to Nico’s pleasant surprise—and, in all honesty, surprise of George, himself—the younger man was shifting in place in a fit of bravery and then leaning himself over his mentor’s lap. The woman still held her hand around the shaft of Nico’s cock, watching in awe as George tentatively licked up the side of it and then wrapped his spitty lips around the head. 

His heart in his throat, George had the sudden realization that he had never sucked a dick before or, rather, gotten anywhere as close to one as he was in that moment. Suddenly he was just there with his lips wrapped stupidly around the head of Nico’s cock and not knowing what the fuck to do next. What had he gotten himself into? He was in far too deep now. 

The feeling of Nico’s fingers pushing through the roots of George’s hair had the tension in his body relaxing slightly, melting downwards into the mattress and over Nico’s thigh and, ultimately, causing his mouth to move deeper. With a gentle voice laced in pleasure, words chosen as if he knew just what to say, Nico spoke to him, “That’s it, Georgie. Give it to me how you like to receive it.”

The woman was still nestled between Nico’s thighs, her hand still holding his dick upwards for George’s mouth to sink further down on. With a giddy grin, she encouraged, “That’s so hot.”

George withered, letting out a faint moan with his mouth full of dick. Strangely, it was intensely arousing, as much as he might have hated to admit it. Sure, he liked pleasuring his partners but up until that point, it had only ever been women—never having even thought about how sucking dick could get him just as turned on. But, here he was, mouth fucking salivating, and almost instinctively finding a pace to start to bob his mouth around Nico-freaking-Rosberg’s cock like he couldn’t hold himself back any longer.

Nico still had his hand carding through George’s hair, petting him, applying just a little pressure to the back of his head as if to guide him downwards. George could feel his eyes on him, watching his every ungraceful move, likely seeing how unimpressive he was being, hardly able to take much of him in his mouth at all. 

But then, Nico breathed out an almost dreamy, “Fuck, George…that’s a good boy…I know you can go deeper.”

Good boy.

Nico praised him in that same tone he used when they were in training sessions together—so kind and genuine and friendly—something so warm that made George just trust him from their first week of mentorship. That voice that pushed George to challenge himself, to lift more, run faster, push harder…anything to earn more of that professional praise from his mentor. That’s all it was, wasn’t it? Professional?

George’s entire body shuddered at his words and his hand reached over to hold Nico still, taking over from the woman. He tried to push himself deeper, gagging around him wetly as a result. Nico groaned tightly, his hips trying to nudge up into his mouth at the restriction. 

“Loosen your throat and relax your jaw,” the beautiful woman instructed George softly, setting her fingers against his jaw to help him, “breathe through your nose…there you go.”

George whimpered and gurgled around Nico’s dick as it took up his mouth. It certainly didn’t feel average anymore with the way his jaw was already starting to cramp up from the unfamiliar motions. After a second, he had to pull back to breathe.

He stared down at the swollen red cock in his hand, glistened in spit and precum, easily slicking up George’s hand as he started to stroke it like he would his own. The pretty sounds that came from Nico’s throat spurred him on to keep that pace going, soft breaths and handsome moans that went right to his dick. 

George was very aware of his gorgeous grid girl sharing the moment from beside him, guiding him without judgement. He couldn’t help but be drawn closer to her, too, emotionally and physically, as he leaned in to capture her lips in a searing kiss. She kissed him back without question, hands sliding over his broad bare shoulders as her tongue slipped past the seam of his lips and, at the same time, George kept his hand tending to Nico’s dick in firm strokes. 

Almost as if sharing the same mind, she and George ended up moving downwards together and, as he took Nico back in his mouth, she leaned in to drag her tongue over his balls and along the base of his dick. George moved his hand away and, instead, set it over Nico’s abs, feeling the taut muscle there and the steady rhythm of his every jagged breath, giving them room to use nothing but their mouths on the World Champion. 

“Jesus Christ,” Nico cursed through his teeth, staring down at his body as the two of them shared the responsibility of sucking him off. 

Their tongues clashed as they licked up and down the sides of his cock, taking turns to take him in their mouths for proper suction. George could feel himself getting sloppier as the seconds passed, as if his rising lust was making him impatient for something more. He was always a competitive soul—perhaps it was a requirement to be a Formula 1 driver—and so soon he was wrapping his hand around Nico’s cock and guiding it away from the woman’s mouth just so he could have his turn again, determined to deliver the best results he could. 

For a split second, as his throat struggled to accommodate the unfamiliar invasion so much so that his eyes were burning with tears, George swore he might entirely throw up. He tried to relax, easing himself down more with a gentle shake of his head, until, finally, his nose brushed the coarse trimmed hair that lined Nico’s pelvis. Nico tossed his back against the pillows and headboard with a stiff groan, his fingers flexing into George’s brunette waves with a tight tug of pleasure, holding him right down on him for a moment longer, just to feel the way George’s throat constricted around him. 

“Fuck—” Nico dragged out the vowel before releasing George’s hair. 

George sat back with a heave of air, coughing wetly and dribbling spit down his chin as tears streaked across his flushed cheeks. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, coughing out a raspy, “Blimey—”

The woman beside him smiled sweetly and leaned in to kiss up his neck rewardingly, nipping at his earlobe with a playful coo, “Baby’s first deepthroat.”

The men chuckled lightly at her statement, George’s face a flushed pink and his expression already looking entirely fucked out and not much had even happened just yet. But, before George could even get his wits about him, Nico was shifting on the bed and gently guiding George to take his place. They swapped positions in silent agreement and George flopped backwards on the expensive mattress and down-filled pillows with a panted breath, staring up wide-eyed as Nico took control. 

“Think our boy deserves a reward for that.” Nico said, half to the woman with him and half to no one in particular. 

“He definitely does.” she agreed with a smile, adjusting herself on the large bed so she was draped out beside George’s lanky body. Her hand immediately took to his chest in playful caresses that rose goosebumps under her touch.

George might have looked at her in that moment in any other instance, but with Nico clearly having a plan in mind, he couldn’t look away from him. Especially not when his teammate was guiding his legs farther apart so he could situated himself between them and lean down to kiss his thighs. 

George inhaled tightly, arms draped lazily beside his head with his fingers curling into the pillowcase absentmindedly. He stared down at the way Nico’s soft lips pressed open mouthed kisses up his inner thigh—tender, patient—like he was something more than just that lanky, awkward, big-eyed kid with the shit haircut that Nico took under his wing six years ago. George’s mind swirled through every excuse in the book as to why Nico wouldn’t want him like this and on the contrary, why, it seemed, he so suddenly did. 

The beautiful woman shared in the joy of kissing over George’s smooth skin, trailing kisses over his collarbones and shoulder and up the column of his neck. With all this attention, George was squirming. Nico tightened his grip on George’s thighs, holding him still so he could continue the ministrations of his lips without interruption, trailing higher and higher and higher. From the teasing alone, the anticipation, and the unfamiliar scratch of Nico’s stubble against his skin, George felt his cock twitch. 

“Want it that bad, hm?” Nico teased lowly, his hot breath falling against the supple skin of George’s inner thighs. 

George could only let out a small whine, almost entirely involuntary. His cheeks flushed pink at the sound that came out of him and his fingers clutched the pillowcase on either side of his head, trying to ground himself to keep from embarrassing himself in front of Nico. He had always been so concerned with what Nico thought of him but as he laid there, naked and waiting underneath him, he started to realize that Nico really looked like he wanted to be nowhere else but right there.

With a firm hand, Nico wrapped his fingers around the thick shaft of George’s cock and lifted it up and away from where it had been resting against his pelvis. Even from only that miniscule touch, George’s eyelashes fluttered as the heat of it shot up his spine and he pressed his teeth tightly into his bottom lip. From his throat came a tight, “Mm—”

Nico shined a handsome smile up at him as his hand slowly started to move in testing strokes, gliding along with the foreskin that hugged his cock, pulling downwards to reveal the swollen pink head. George’s breath caught in his throat and his eyebrows raised almost clean off his head, staring down wide-eyed at the very real visual of his own damn teammate touching him so sensually. 

From beside him, George was aware of the girl beside him as she kissed his neck and her slim fingers rubbed over his nipples, grounding him in the familiarity of female companionship in this sea of uncharted territory. He felt like he was tingling all over from the way she played with his sensitive nipples to the lazy strokes of Nico’s ridiculously soft hand on his dick, his body thrumming with need and pleasure. 

When Nico finally lowered his head down and dragged his flat tongue up the underside of his cock, George’s head fell dully against the pillow with a silent gape to the ceiling. And then, when Nico wrapped his lips around him entirely, George’s eyes quite literally rolled, head arching back a little more with his fingers tightening around the fabric of the pillow case.

The faint rumble of George’s chest could be felt under the woman’s lips as she kissed across his pecs and she smiled against his flushed skin, her voice as soft as velvet, “Does that feel good?”

George swallowed thickly as he heaved his head up from the pillow to look down at Nico between his legs, his expression settled in a permanent state of pleasured surprise as he watched his teammate set a gentle pace around his cock. When Nico raised his eyes upwards, meeting George’s gaze with those sea-blue eyes he had grown all too familiar with over the years, George withered. With a breathy whine, he answered the woman, “Ye-ah-”

The slight suction of Nico’s mouth had George’s response breaking in the middle into a gasp. His toes curled. It definitely wasn’t George’s first blowjob—not by a longshot, really—but something about watching Nico be the one to go down on him like that (with impressive skill, might he add) after so long of smothering any and all potential to the back of his mind had George really feeling like this was the best thing ever.

The woman’s tongue lapped at George’s nipples while her fingers toyed with them in precise rubs. All the points of stimulation on his body were ablaze and George felt drunk and he hadn't even finished the one cocktail Nico had made him earlier. 

Once he settled into the feeling of Nico sucking him off, George rested his head back on the pillow with pleasured pants of breath and he slid a hand up the gorgeous woman’s spine and then guided her mouth to his by the back of her neck. They kissed sloppily and he fed her his sweet moans by the grace of his tongue, fisting the roots of her hair at the nape of her neck as if he needed something to hold onto. 

With one particularly delicious suction from the mouth on his cock, George flew a hand down to grab a fistful of the blonde hair nestled between his quivering thighs. Nico groaned around his dick at the faint pull of his hair as if in surprise but he didn’t let up, keeping his hand moving in those idyllic twisting strokes while his mouth followed the rhythm, making sure to hollow his cheeks every time he pulled upwards. 

George had to pull away from her mouth to heave in some air into his lungs, his breaths falling ragged as he felt the familiar coil of pleasure tightening in the pit of his stomach. Her forehead rested against his temple as her fingers played with his sensitive nipples, her voice angelic as she whispered filthy words to him to egg him on while Nico worked his magic. 

“You like watching the World Champion sucking your cock?” she whispered against the shell of his ear, sending shivers down his spine, “Making you such a pretty mess, hm? You’d let him do anything to you, wouldn’t you?”

George couldn’t help the ever so discreet nod in silent response. His cheeks burned crimson at the realization of what he had just admitted. She smiled, half proud and half sly, but didn’t draw attention to it.

With one hand lazily resting between her shoulder blades and his other burrowed in Nico’s hair, George was sandwiched between the two most gorgeous people he had ever seen, he was sure. The lewd wet sound of Nico’s mouth gagging around him had George’s eyes struggling to stay open, his expression nothing short of erotic as he watched his newly World Champion mentor taking his whole fucking dick down his throat like it was his day job. George swore stars were spotting his vision. 

He could feel his orgasm approaching, rising and rising to that precipice. He tightened his fingers in Nico’s hair, desperate to keep him going, so badly wanting to come in the warm, wet confines of his perfect fucking mouth—

And then, all at once, Nico pulled away and George was left with that rapidly fading feeling and a heaviness of disappointment. 

“Nico,” George huffed, his voice thick and whiny in frustration, dragging out his name just a little longer than normal. 

“Come on, we’re just getting started.” Nico replied playfully, politely wiping his mouth with the side of his forefinger and thumb as he sat back on his haunches, “Don’t want to come before you get to really enjoy yourself, do you?”

Although George partially wanted to protest, he knew he was right. He kept his mouth shut. 

Nico cocked his head at the woman still curled up at George’s side, “C’mere, baby, your turn now.”

George watched as she untangled herself from under his arm and shifted to where she was directed, draping herself out on the spacious king size bed. Watching her move like that, flushed with arousal and donning only her skimpy panties, George couldn’t help but be drawn after her, following her into a new position and helping himself between her legs. She giggled sweetly up at him as he linked his fingers in the sides of her underwear and started to pull them down her legs and he couldn’t help but smile right back. 

This was the gorgeous young woman he had been silently eyeing all season, desperately trying not to let the sight of her holding his name at the front of his car distract him from his race preparations. Now—although faster than he had anticipated—he had her in bed and he wasn’t about to let any opportunity pass him by. That was not what that night was about, after all. 

George could feel how achingly hard he was, throbbing between his legs, made only worse by the generous attention from Nico moments earlier, but he stayed focused on his task at hand. With the woman’s panties dropped to the floor, George gently pushed her thighs apart and leaned down to kiss the inside of her knee. He tried to take his time but who could blame him for ending up almost rushing to trail kisses down her inner thigh. It was as if he could smell her, the natural pheromones luring him closer to her cunt until his nose was brushing against her clit and his tongue dropped out for a taste. 

The sweet sound that slipped from her lips made him shiver and his arms went around her thighs to hold her on his mouth as he tongued lazily at her cunt. George had always been perfectly happy giving just as much as he enjoyed receiving and, in that moment, it was shown as clear as day across his face as his eyes fluttered shut with a pleased moan. 

“Fuck—” she gasped to the ceiling, her fingers threading through his tousled hair in a snug grip. 

She tasted as good as he had imagined on those lonely nights in hotel rooms and as his tongue worked her greedily, he couldn’t help but grind against the mattress with a muffled groan. Her hips pushed up against his mouth for more and he dragged his tongue up to her clit to kiss and lick and suck on it just to earn the prideful sight of her back arching off the bed with a mewl of pleasure. 

The noise of foil tearing had George momentarily pulling away from her pussy, his lips and chin shimmering from how wet she was, and he glanced over curiously to where Nico was pulling out a condom from its wrapper. Nico shuffled closer to the pair of them and, much to George’s surprise, gave him a small spank to get him to move out of the way.

She must have seen George’s displeased expression at being interrupted because then the woman was offering him a curl of her finger and a sweet, “Come up here.”

He shifted out from between her legs to let Nico take his spot and he moved up her body, following her guidance to straddle her head. George’s teeth sunk into his bottom lip at the positioning but there was a twinkle in her eye that gave away her own sureness while her warm hands slid up his tone thighs and then wrapped around his throbbing cock.

She started stroking him in both hands, staring at his dick angled right towards her face as she spoke casually, “You’re really good at eating pussy, you know that?”

George chuckled modestly, “You think so?”

“Mm, mhm.” she nodded in passive agreement before guiding his dick in her mouth. 

George withered and tilted his head back as he pushed a hand through his hair to get it out of his face before he was looking back down at her and the way her lips were wrapped so perfectly around the girth of his cock. His lips pulled into a tight line behind a stiff groan and his hips pushed a little towards her face to sink deeper into her mouth. 

“Ready?” Nico’s voice came from farther down the bed. 

“Mhm.” she answered around George’s dick.

When George glanced over his shoulder to watch, he noted the way she spread her legs wider and bent them back to encourage Nico closer. He had put on the condom by then, one hand grounding himself with a gentle hold on one of her ankles while his other slid the protected head of his cock between her slick folds. There was some strange heart stirring in George’s chest at the sight of Nico slowly pressing into her, the combination of their initial sighs and gasps at the sensation. He wasn’t sure if it was lust or jealousy…maybe an evil combination of the two. In the back of his mind, he wasn’t sure which individual he was jealous of in that moment. 

He looked back down to the woman splayed out across the bed, taking in her furrowed expression of pleasure behind his dick in her mouth. Her sucking was languid now with her focus divided between him and the fact that she was now getting fucked. George nudged his hips forward again to encourage her silently, thrusting into her mouth just enough to earn a slutty whine from her. 

“Shit,” Nico groaned from behind him, more to himself than anyone, and yet the tight hints of ecstasy in his voice sent a shiver down George’s spine, “that’s so fuckin’ good…”

She moaned around George’s dick, her hands grabbing at his thighs as they framed her head as her mouth tended to him sloppily. He tried to focus on her with one hand on his waist as he lazily trusted her mouth, shuddering at the feeling of the ridges on the roof of her mouth against the sensitive head of his cock and the way she moaned and whined around him. But, despite it all, George kept catching himself glancing over his shoulder to where Nico was. 

The faint creak of the bed beneath Nico’s every firm thrust from behind him had George’s mind wandering to thoughts he had always been so good at repressing. He couldn’t stop staring at him, almost getting a kink in his neck with how much he was trying to contort himself. 

Only seconds later, the tap on his thigh had George looking back down to the woman beneath him and she ordered with a gentle, “Turn around.”

George didn’t question it before he moved off of her and turned around to face Nico instead and she guided his leg back over her face to take his dick back in her mouth. George flinched at the sensation, settling into his place there as he appreciated his new view of Nico grasping onto her thighs and fucking her strongly. Nico sent him a sly smirk and perhaps there was a hint of a wink there too. 

Not wanting to crush the poor woman entirely, George adjusted himself on top of her and settled forward onto his forearms on either side of her body, allowing her to keep his cock in her mouth as she pleased and earned him a front row view to the man of the year being balls deep inside  her. George’s fingers grasped onto the duvet beneath them as his eyes trained in on the steady thrusts of Nico fucking into her sopping cunt and pulling back out in rapid succession. The lewd sound had his teeth sinking into his bottom lip, insides burning at the rhythmic pants of his teammate that were now more than just from a good workout.

Nico carded his fingers through George’s hair with a warm, tight chuckle, “You like watching, don’t ya, Georgie?”

The slight condescending tone in his voice had George’s stomach churning with lust and his eyes flitted up to Nico’s face who was already staring down at him intently. There was a slight darkness to his eyes that came with the onset of lust and it was an expression that George had to look away from due to the intensity behind it.

In silent reply—and, also, wanting to participate—George lifted a hand up to glide his fingers through the coarse trimmed hair along the gorgeous woman’s pelvis and let his fingertips graze her swollen clit. She gasped around his dick and George took that as incentive to start to rub at it properly, finding a pace of firm, tight circles that had her hands tightening on his thighs on either side of her head. 

“Yeah…good boy,” Nico purred breathily, fingers still tightly wound in George’s hair. 

“Christ,” George groaned through a lick of his lips, watching him fuck her so deliciously behind his fingers working sloppily on her clit.

“Hear how wet she is?” Nico asked.

It was easy to, really. George had been in a haze at the rhythmic sound of her sopping cunt taking his every thrust greedily, filling the bedroom with it. George slid his fingers lower to spread her lips apart to watch every inch of Nico’s dick filling her up snugly before pulling out only halfway and plenty smeared in her arousal. She made the prettiest sounds too and George at least had the privilege to feel the vibration of each around his dick in her mouth, but, selfishly, he just wanted more. He wanted a turn…with either of them, honestly.

Just then, almost like he could read George’s mind, Nico pulled out of her. He was so hard that when he did, his cock bobbed lazily in the air for a moment, right in George’s face, the condom glistening in the bedroom light. Always such a good teammate, George knew what he wanted without needing to be asked and he leaned right in and wrapped his mouth around it. Nico’s hand tightened in his hair and he let out a rumbling groan as George sucked him clean, seemingly unbothered by the taste of latex that lingered under the sweet taste of her creamy wetness. 

“Who knew you were such a slut, George.” Nico chuckled, low and rumbling in his chest, eyes watching him suck him clean, “I mean, fuck, I knew you were a bit of a flirt but, mmph—”

George didn’t speak to how his teammate’s words sent fire through his veins. Instead, he let him pull his mouth off with his fist in his hair and Nico then slapped the head of his cock against George’s lips and tongue. George tried not to writhe behind the lewd action, still aware of the girl he was on top of who was swallowing down his dick eagerly. 

He choked out a messy groan, eyelashes fluttering as he glanced up at Nico kneeling before him. 

“Wish I knew you were into this sooner,” Nico purred as he smeared the protected head of his dick across George’s swollen bottom lip, “we coulda had a lot more fun as teammates.”

George didn’t have a moment to properly linger and process on what the fuck he meant by that before they were, yet again, switching positions. He somehow ended up with a box of condoms in his hand, having taken Nico’s place between the woman’s spread thighs. She was touching herself lazily, modestly manicured fingers swirling over her clit and messy pussy, batting her lashes up at him with that sweet smile he had grown so fond of over the season. 

Nico was behind him, watching like a true and honest mentor, his hands resting on George’s waist and his lips trailing lazy kisses up the side of his neck. It made it extremely hard to focus on rolling the condom on, George discovered, but soon the wrapper was discarded to the side and he was shuffling closer to his beautiful grid girl. 

He leaned down over top of her, sinking onto his forearms on either side of her head with her legs hooked around his thighs. They shared whispered giggling ‘hi’s in their newfound intimate proximity just before their lips met in a slow, sensual kiss. George ground against her a little, letting the length of his erection glide between her slick lips a few times, the both of them sharing soft pleasure breaths of anticipation. 

And then he was sinking inside her entirely, slowly, patiently, making sure to draw the moment on so they could both feel every inch stretching her out. Her hands grasped onto his shoulder blades with a tight gasp into his mouth, skin slick and flush with sheens of rising sweat. George blinked a few times languidly to catch his bearings as he sheathed entirely inside her snug body. 

Suddenly he couldn’t recall the last time he had a proper lay; the last time he had time or energy to properly take some girl back to his hotel room and fuck her emotionlessly into the sheets between the hazy lines of NDAs. Maybe it had been a while…maybe his mind had been too preoccupied. 

Preoccupied with the woman now beneath him, staring up at him with the sweetest pleasure across her face, and preoccupied with the man situated behind him with his firm hands groping his ass. Nico gave him a spank. George hissed at the sting. 

“C’mon, Georgie,” Nico taunted, “Fuck her good now.”

George slowly started to move, easing out of her about halfway before sinking back in entirely. The soft, pleasant hum she let out went right down his spine. 

“Christ…” George muttered under his breath, words wavering with the overwhelming sensation of her pussy squeezing around him in all the right ways. His nose brushed against hers as their breaths fell in sync and she turned her face to his to capture his lips with hers in a sloppy kiss. He groaned into her mouth as he set a gentle pace, grinding deeply into her in curling thrusts that had her toes curling. 

“That’s it…” Nico praised lowly from behind him. He followed George’s movements by a hand on his ass as if guiding him, feeling every tension and release of his muscles as he thrusted into the beautiful woman beneath him. 

George shivered at the feeling of Nico’s lips on his spine but he didn’t let up, keeping himself busy with the woman he was fucking so deliciously. Nico kissed along the dimples in his lower back and his strong hands kneaded the flesh of his ass at the same time. When his lips pulled away, he gave his bum a sharp spank.

“Mmph—” George muffled in surprise at the sting, right into her mouth. 

The woman giggled sweetly and ghosted her fingernails up and down his sides, touching him all over, adding to the sensations of the situation. Nico leaned down farther, his plush lips kissing the base of George’s spine and, finally, over the flesh of his ass. With a gentle, testing bite, Nico chuckled lowly at the way George flinched. 

Nico pulled back again and went back to the massage of his hands over his glutes, squeezing and rubbing as George kept lazily rocking into the woman beneath him. With a hum of approval, Nico spoke, “Those gym sessions really pay off for you, George. I mean, fuck.”

“Mm, just wanna impress you,” George rambled without thinking of the implications of what he was saying. He meant it as in Nico was his professional mentor, okay? Seriously, he did.

Nico chuckled, “Well, consider me greatly impressed.”

The woman’s hands slid up the side of George’s neck as they gazed into each other’s eyes, pupils dilated with lust with every lazy stroke he gave her. She pulled her legs back a little more to allow him closer, making sure he was giving her every last inch in beautiful precise thrusts that had her mouth falling open in a silent gasp. God, she looked just as beautiful getting fucked as he had always imagined. He couldn’t stop staring at her. 

He couldn’t stop staring at her even as Nico kept groping the flesh of his ass and kissing and biting over his hips and glutes. With one hand, Nico reached between George’s legs and gently squeezed his balls, urging a low groan of pleasant surprise out of the younger man whose hips jumped a little into their next stroke. George faltered a moment, unfamiliar with the situation, but Nico just encouraged him on with an angelic praise. 

“Keep going, baby.”

George’s insides churned at the pet name, succumbing to its order without thought, and he went back to those slow but sure thrusts into the beautiful woman’s pliant body. 

Nico spoke from behind him like he was the angel or devil on his shoulder with one hand gently fondling his balls, “Good boy. That’s it.” 

George leaned down again to steal more kisses from the woman beneath him, letting his tongue explore her mouth with filthy bliss as they shared pleasured breaths. He was all too aware of Nico behind him, left in the darkness of his peripheral vision to really see what he was plotting. It didn’t take him long to figure it out, however, because not long after Nico removed his hand, he was, instead, spreading George’s cheeks and leaning down to kiss wetly right over his perineum. 

The little breathy whimper that slipped from George’s mouth was almost entirely involuntary, breaking away from the woman’s kiss with a flutter of his lashes at the surprise of the sensation. 

Staring up at his expression, she smiled, “Oh wow, yeah, you like that, don’t you, baby?”

Nico chuckled lowly from behind him as George entirely stilled, all of his senses turning towards him, waiting for more. He complied, leaning down again to, now, drag his tongue right up between his cheeks, once, twice, and then left a wet kiss right over his asshole. 

George kept the unwavering eye contact of the woman beneath him, his expression frozen in surprise but not distaste either as if he were silently gauging how he felt about the situation at hand. He could feel the faint stubble of Nico’s trimmed facial hair against the supple skin of his ass, nestled between his cheeks that were spread by his teammate’s firm hands. George squirmed a little and, shamelessly, found himself pushing back on his mouth.

“Mhm,” Nico mumbled against him in a muted praise, tongue lapping at him purposefully. 

His warm breath fell in soft pants against George’s skin, the younger man so attuned to every sensation that even the slightest touch had him shuddering. The woman beneath him dragged her fingertips up his biceps and back down as his arms framed her head, her siren-eyes staring up at him and every flutter of expression that grazed his face. 

“Yeah, does that feel good?” she taunted sweetly, her manicured fingernails rising goosebumps over his arms, “Never had someone eat you out before, have you?”

“Jesus—” George choked out. That was answer enough.

His mouth fell slack as Nico pressed the tip of his tongue firmly against the puckered muscle and teased him with precise swirls. A small gasp slipped from George’s throat and he caught himself pushing back a little more. Nico moaned against him at his eagerness, the vibration making George whither. 

“You’re so lucky,” the woman purred up to George, her well-crafted words spurring him on, “getting rimmed while being nestled in a warm, tight pussy. Best of both worlds, isn’t it, love?”

George groaned in response, as if his mind was so overwhelmed that all words just left his brain entirely, and the reminder of his current positioning had his hips nudging forwards into her some more. She let out a tiny moan in surprise, fingers curling around his biceps as he ground into her, finding a shallow pace that allowed him to keep grinding into her while also grinding back on Nico’s mouth. He felt like he was dreaming. 

From behind him, Nico shook his head just a little to really nestle himself between George’s cheeks while his tongue and lips moving in a lewd sloppy dance. He was taking his time with it, working him into it, taking breaks from tonguing at his asshole to kiss and tease his cheeks and his perineum and even down to his balls. It wasn’t long before George’s body was relaxing under his touch and he could see him starting to open up just a little. 

“Look at you, pretty boy,” Nico commended, pausing just long enough to spit right onto the tight rim of muscle and let his middle finger smear it in, “so ready and wanting.”

George panted out a, “Please.”

“Yeah?” Nico taunted, gently prodding at his asshole with the tip of his middle finger and letting it slip inside just to the first knuckle. His voice was honey sweet and laced with a hint of deriding that, on the receiving end, made rouge blossom across George’s cheeks, “Yeah, you want more, baby?”

George almost didn’t recognize his voice at how whiny and pathetic he sounded when he repeated his stupid little, “Please.”

“Such good manners.” the woman beneath him tutted.

She was so patient, George thought for a moment as he stared down at her and was lost in the comfort of her gaze. So patient to lay there, filled with him, while he was simply unmoving. Not even looking bored by it, she genuinely looked as though she were enjoying herself. In the intensity of the moment, George made a mental note to put a fucking ring on her finger. 

Perhaps in his momentary distraction with the gorgeous woman staring up at him and his chaotic thoughts clouding his mind, he hadn’t noticed when Nico had retrieved a bottle of lube. The sudden pop of the lid tore him back to reality. He tried to look over his shoulder. 

“This okay?” Nico asked, the lust in his voice momentarily replaced with that same serious and concerned tone he used when he was first leading George through a few beginner training sessions in that first year. Nothing like this. 

“Yeah,” George replied in a breath, “I want it.”

The sudden drip of ice cold lube between his ass cheeks had George gasping tightly. Nico hushed him sweetly and his warm fingers followed, rubbing it in generously over his tight rim of muscle before prodding at it again. His middle finger found its way back inside him, easing down to the second knuckle before slipping back out a little.

Nico took his time, easing him open one finger at a time, relaxing him with kisses over the base of his spine and his hips and his thighs. George felt nearly boneless, and he was sure if he were in a cartoon, little birds and stars would be floating around his head. He slumped down onto his forearms on either side of the beautiful woman’s head and they both leaned in for a sloppy kiss at the same time. 

Almost subconsciously, George started to grind his hips into her and, equally, back on Nico’s hand. Always having been a giver, he was finding his rhythm in what it entailed to be a receiver at the same time. And, God, had he not anticipated how good it would feel to have someone’s fingers up his ass; to have Nico’s fingers up his ass. 

George moaned into her mouth, his fingers tangling in the messy locks of her hair that was draped out around her head as he had her pinned to the bed. Her dainty hands reached down to grab two snug fistfulls of his ass, keeping him spread for Nico’s fingers and to, also, guide his grinds into her as he pushed his cock deeper. His spread knees kept her legs splayed open on either side of his body, helping to keep him in perfect position with his hips up to welcome Nico’s fingers while his lips and tongue stayed tangled with hers. 

From behind him, Nico was three fingers deep in George’s ass, slicked up heartily in lube until it was nearly dripping down his hand as he set a steady rhythm. The wet squelch of his fingers thrusting gently inside him filled the bedroom behind the trio’s panted breaths and soft moans and, with an attentive eye, Nico was laser focused on the way George was squeezing around his fingers. He was so easy to stretch open, so relaxed and trusting, falling so effortlessly into submission for someone who had no experience. 

Nico leaned down and let his tongue join his fingers, just to give him a little treat of added stimulation, and his free hand rested overtop of the woman’s on George’s cheek in an absentminded action. George pushed back on Nico’s mouth more insistently, gasping and groaning into his kiss as his body ached for more. Between the touch of his teammate and the tight squeeze of that perfect pussy around his dick, he was nearly going insane.

As if reading his mind, Nico adjusted his position behind him, rising up properly on his knees between George’s legs, and he pulled his fingers out of him slowly. George whined at the sudden emptiness, breaking his kiss to try to look back at him over his shoulder with a kiss-swollen pout. 

“Hang on, Georgie,” Nico all but purred, popping the cap on the bottle of lube again, with a tension in his voice as if he, too, were being held back. 

The woman beneath him gave George’s ass a smack and he turned his face back towards her with a surprised gasp. Her feet were linked over his thighs and she pushed her hips up to meet his, trying to get him to go back to fucking her while Nico got himself ready. George dipped down to lick his way into her mouth again and complied, giving her a few hard shoves that had her jaw falling slack despite the pleasured expression on her face. 

Nico spanked him weakly to get him to stop a few seconds later and, obediently, George pushed his ass back towards him as if presenting himself. Honestly, he wasn’t sure where half of these moves came from or where he learned them; it was as if his body and mind were working on some subconscious, instinctual level. It was fine, he was too horny to be embarrassed. 

“Such a good boy,” Nico breathed, situating himself right up behind him and he dragged the protected head of his cock between George’s cheeks, “You still want this?”

“Yeah…” George exhaled, feeling like he had tv static in his brain, he was chalked so full of anticipation, “Just go slow.”

“Of course,” Nico rested his left hand on the small of his back while his other angled himself to press against his hole, “you know I’d never do anything to intentionally hurt you, Georgie.”

“Mm…” George bit his bottom lip.

The woman beneath him still held two hands on his ass to keep him open, staring up at him with comfort in her gaze. She spoke to him in a smiling whisper, “Deep breaths…just relax…it’s gonna feel so fucking good.” 

“Mhm,” Nico agreed as he slowly started to press himself into him, “you’re nice and prepped too…all lubed up and everything…”

George’s fingers tightened around the bedsheets and at first he swore he was about to claw up the bed at the pressure that filled him, inch by steady inch. It was the strangest sensation he could ever attempt at describing. It wasn’t necessarily painful but it sure was unlike anything else he could ever think of comparing it to. His eyelids fluttered and he let out a short, shaky breath.

“There you go…” his sweet grid girl praised under her breath, “Nice and easy…”

Nico’s hands gripped his hips in a firm grasp as he bottomed out and he groaned out the most erotic sounding, “Fuck, George—”

George could have come right then and there, hearing him like that—hearing him moan his name like that. And once he slowly started to move, rocking into him in short, cautious thrusts, George’s eyes nearly rolled. 

“Jesus Christ—” George choked out, hanging his head, almost forehead to forehead with the woman beneath him, “Feels so big…”

She ran her hands up and down his back, holding onto him warmly, asking with a smiling, “How’s that?”

“So..fucking good,” George mumbled as if he were drunk, his words a little slurred. 

“Yeah, you like that?” Nico purred, voice thick with lust, his fingers kneading into the flesh of George’s hips with his pelvis pressed against his ass, “You like being filled?”

“Uh huh,” George stumbled out. 

His eyes were struggling to stay open with the overwhelm of it all; being buried inside a beautiful woman and having an equally as beautiful man inside him at the same time. It was unreal. He had always thought taking anal would be incredibly uncomfortable and painful but, to his pleasant surprise, he truly never knew it would ever feel this good.

From behind him, Nico slowly started to ease out, only about halfway, before sinking into him again in a gentle, slow, testing push. George’s teeth sunk into his bottom lip through a muted groan at the slick friction, subconsciously pushing back into him at the same time. 

“Shit,” Nico moaned handsomely, starting to thrust into him a little more consistently, a little faster. 

George gasped tightly, his slender fingers curling into the sheets on either side of the woman’s head, still trapped on top of her (and inside her). His eyebrows were furrowed as if in concentration, focusing on every ounce of sensation that this night was offering, feeling every inch of his teammate’s cock stretching him out. George withered, his scrunched expression melting into pure, erotic pleasure as the seconds passed and, soon, his expression was straight out of a cheesy pornography magazine.

George’s eyes were closed so peacefully, long lashes resting against flushed cheeks, a low, warm moan falling from his chest as the slick sound of bodies filled the room. Nico was setting a good pace, fucking into him enough to have the steady clap of skin joining in the lewd harmony with the squelch of lube, and George swore he was in fucking heaven.

With a needy whine, George pushed back on him again, meeting his strokes with a quivering, “Ooh, fuck yeah.”

“That’s it,” Nico exhaled thickly, pulling a hand back to slap down crisply against George’s ass without stalling his movements, “good boy.”

The woman beneath him let out a little moan of her own as his shifting had his cock starting to thrust into her in messy, shallow motions, finally giving her some friction that she had been deprived of while patiently waiting for him to get comfortable. Her fingers grasped George’s back and her trimmed nails dug into his muscle, staring up at him with nothing but lust in her eyes and across her expression. With the way he moved, she was burning for more and he could feel it in the way her hands were pawing at his back, almost like she didn’t want to appear too needy but couldn’t hold it back anymore.

When he fluttered his eyes open again to meet her gaze, she barely had to say a word before he was leaning down and taking her lips with his in a filthy kiss. It was made messy by his ungraceful movements on top of her, torn between wanting to focus on fucking himself back on Nico or fucking himself forward into her. George moaned into her mouth between sloppy kisses and the fingers of one of his hands tangled into the roots of her hair in a snug grip. 

A few seconds later, George broke away from her lips as Nico slowed his thrusts to a stop. Desperate to keep feeling that intense pleasure, George pushed himself back on him a little harder, a little faster, ultimately causing himself to fuck into the beautiful woman beneath him at the same time. Nico shuffled closer so George didn’t have to move too much, allowing him to be buried nice and deep inside his grid girl while still properly taking his teammate’s dick, letting him set his own pace and, ultimately, do all the work. 

George choked over a needy groan, not caring how pathetic he must have sounded as his hands pressed hard into the mattress and he let his instinctual desire take over, shoving hard into the woman beneath him and letting himself recoil back against Nico’s cock. The three of them were a mess of panted breaths and pleasured sounds; the luxurious Monte Carlo bedroom rising in heat and housing the lewd harmonies. 

“Fuck!” the woman gasped from the bottom of the trio, her legs tucked around George’s thighs, “You’re so fucking deep, holy shit—”

George’s jaw clenched for a moment, trying to hold himself back through the way she squeezed around him and how her nails dragged across his back. She truly sounded like he was fucking every sound from her chest, matching the pace of his sloppy thrusts even with his limited range of motion with Nico still so close behind him. The woman reached a hand down to rub at her clit, arching against the bed with a cry to the ceiling. 

The feeling of Nico’s hand on his shoulder startled George out of his reverie for a moment but he didn’t falter for long, far too drunk on the euphoria to stop. Nico spanked him again with his other hand, still knelt motionless to let George do all the work. A true mentor; making sure his mentee knew the ropes. 

“Look at you, Georgie,” Nico praised warmly, spanking him again, “such a little slut, aren’t you?”

George let out some sound that sounded equally like a moan and a whimper and something like choking on air. How was this real life? He felt like this was some out of body experience or some really fucked up wet dream and any second now he would wake up in his driver’s room with sticky shorts and a nagging dread that Nico heard him moaning in his sleep through the thin walls of the motorhome. 

That definitely hadn’t happened before…

But here, now, that dreamy fantasy that George had once tried so hard to suppress was all too real and feeling all too good. 

“Always such a good boy,” Nico praised on, his hand firmly gripping George’s shoulder and undoubtedly watching the way his ass jiggled with every collision of their slick bodies, “what would you twenty-year-old self think if he saw you now? Little Williams Racing protégé…never properly thanked me for giving you my seat.”

He was only teasing and George knew that—he knew Nico well enough by that point—but the words still stirred a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. It was almost as if Nico knew that his younger self idolized him to the point of guilt-ridden infatuation. Truly, honestly, what would younger George think if he saw what was happening now?

It was hard to think about with the state of putty his brain was in; molten from the pleasure and exertion of the moment. George was still going at it like it was a race of his own, feeling that all too familiar hunger for a win. He wanted to fucking come so bad.

It certainly didn’t help that the woman beneath him—who he had been fantasizing about since the first race of the damn calendar that year—was all but crying on his cock, writhing and moaning and gasping and doing everything he elaborately imagined. Why was this night suddenly his subconscious come to life?! Not that he was complaining by any means but he was certainly going to need a good few days to process this. 

“Don’t stop! Fuck, I’m gonna come!” his beautiful grid girl cried out, eyes screwed shut and head tossed back, her hair splayed out across the wrinkled bed sheets, “Yes, yes, yes, yes!”

“That’s it, keep going,” Nico encouraged him with another swat of his ass, “Make her come. Make her come all over your cock.”

“Fucking…Christ…” George groaned through his teeth, desperately holding himself back as her pussy squeezed tightly around him with her impending orgasm. 

She looked a vision when she came, falling perfectly silent as she gaped to the ceiling and her body shuddered and tremoured beneath him. George desperately tried to keep going, grinding insistently into her to work her through it. And then, her hands flew up to grab his waist as she gasped out of it, a dreamy smile coming to her face with a gasping, “Oh, fuck.”

George dipped right down to swallow up her lips in a kiss, sharing hungry breathless kisses as she slung her arms around his shoulders. Nico’s hands rubbed down his back and, with his younger teammate momentarily distracted, slowly pulled out of him. George broke away from the woman’s wet kiss to glance over his shoulder at him in protest. 

He didn’t need to say a word before Nico was explaining coolly, “I want to look at your face when I make you come.”

George barely had a second to process those words before the woman beneath him was wriggling out from under him. The bed squeaked faintly with the ungraceful scramble of three to switch positions until George had taken her place in the centre of the bed on his back and she was situating herself beside him. His cock was still so hard that it was angled right up against his pelvis, swollen red and leaking all over the thin line of downy hair that stretched up to his navel. Nico, still, was kneeling between George’s legs and he grabbed the backs of his knees to push his legs up towards his chest. 

George groaned tightly at the unexpected stretch with his body nearly folded in half. Nico soothed him with an easy and reassuring, “I know how much you can bend. I see you stretching in the gym.”

The awareness that Nico had seen him in the gym had George’s teeth sinking into his bottom lip. No, he hadn’t just seen him and been present and helped him out, he had taken notice. George couldn’t help but wrap his hands around the backs of his thighs to pull his legs farther back. 

“Oh my God, someone’s eager,” Nico chuckled almost darkly at his obvious eagerness. 

Normally, George might have offered some cheeky rebuttal, leaning into that comfortable banter between him and his teammate. But, instead, he had a very firm one track mind. With a bat of his lashes and a pathetic pout, George could only spill out a, “Please. Please put it back in.”

He might have been drunk on pure, raw need, but he still noticed the way Nico’s expression flickered with a sense of carnal lust at that simple beg. Then, the older man shuffled closer on his knees to position himself right between George’s legs, angling the protected head of his cock against his gaping hole. 

“Yeah, please, Nico, please…” George rambled wetly, fingers tightening their grip on the back of his own legs as he watched intently. 

From beside them, the well fucked woman reached out with the bottle of lube in hand and dribbled more onto the head of Nico’s cock and right over George’s perineum, watching it drip downwards. Nico smeared it in with his dick and then slowly pressed back inside him. 

George’s eyelashes fluttered as he stared up at him, his breath coming out in a wavering, “Oh fuck.”

“Mm, that’s it,” Nico groaned lowly, sinking into him all the way until his balls were pressed against the curve of George’s ass. 

“Mhm,” George bit his lip harder at the realization of just how close they were, buzzing through every nerve ending in every spot where his skin touched Nico’s. It was red hot. And now, being laid out on his back, George had a front row view to watch what Nico looked like when he fucked him. 

Almost right away, Nico was finding his pace again with his hands pressed firmly on the backs of George’s thighs to keep him bent in half. With his breath halting in his throat for a moment, all George could hear was the sloppy squelch of the lube with every firm thrust from his teammate, creating a dizzying rhythm. His aching cock bounced against his pelvis, still wrapped in the condom that was smeared in creamy streaks from the beautiful woman he had just made come moments earlier. 

George inhaled sharply, and without thinking, he reached out and set his hands on Nico’s chest as if to ground himself.

“Yeah, good boy,” Nico praised breathily as he kept thrusting into him, “taking every inch of me.”

George slid his hands down his chest, shamelessly touching him in all the ways he had pretended he didn’t want to right down to his waist where he pressed his fingers into his pale flesh as if to help tug him into his every movement. It was wholly erotic and George could feel his toes curling as his head arched back against the pillows.

“Sh-Shit, Nico—” George let his name slip from his lips in a whimper of pleasure. He let go of his teammate’s body to, instead, grab the back of his own knees to hold himself spread.

“There you go, Georgie,” Nico purred, wrapping his hands firmly around George’s ankles, “Take it.”

From beside them, the woman had been watching intently, not wanting to interrupt. Now that they had found their pace, she moved in. Her hand took George’s place on Nico’s chest, feeling the heat of his skin and the slight sheen of sweat under palm, and she leaned in to kiss his jaw. Without faltering, Nico turned his head to accept her lips on his, kissing her lewdly while still fucking into George. 

“F-Fuck,” George stumbled out, watching the two most gorgeous people he knew make out right in front of him. 

He felt like he couldn’t get enough. Of anything and everything. The only word his brain could think of was ‘more, more, more’. And, since he was so well past the point of no return on his shame or dignity, he let himself say it outwardly. 

“More,” it came out like a raspy croak, breaking in his throat like he was barely pubescent, “Please, more.”

Nico and his beautiful grid girl broke apart and, in the light of the bedroom, George could see the hairline string of spit breaking between their lips as they pulled away. He stared up at his teammate as if he wasn’t sure if he had even said those words out loud. 

“Needy fucking boy, aren’t you?” Nico chastised lightly, proving that he had, and then fucked into him a little harder until the clap of their skin got louder, “Always wanting all the attention.”

“Ohfuckyeahplease,” George heaved at the change in intensity, staring up into Nico’s handsome face with a blue-eyed stare that could melt ice. His eyebrows were peaked in just the right place to make him look as if he were in a state of awe, his lips pouted with a blubbering, “Please, please…just like that.”

“Such good manners,” the woman cooed as she rolled the used condom off his dick. He wasn’t even sure where she put it before she was leaning down and lifting his cock up from his abs and wrapping her swollen lips around him. 

George, incredibly sensitive, had his eyes fucking rolling at that added sensation, one hand flying to the back of her neck and his other splaying across the sheets for something to hold onto. She sucked on his cock at the same pace as Nico fucked him, sending George’s head spinning. 

“Ho-ly shit,” George withered. His head arched back against the bed with a choked gasp, “Holy ffffuck—”

Nico’s grip on his ankles tightened, his firm gaze sweeping between watching himself fuck into his younger teammate and staring at the expressions that painted George’s face. Flushed and horny, George was in a complete daze and barely unable to keep his eyes open although he tried. 

The bed creaked under Nico’s every sharp thrust and he held George’s legs back farther so he could get a better angle. George crooned erotically at the stretch up his thighs (and deep inside him) and his hand on the back of the woman’s head kept her swallowing down his cock at the same time. She moaned and gagged around him, draped half on top of him to get herself facing down between his bent and wide open legs while Nico held control. 

George writhed and moaned, sheets curled in his fingers with his other hand tangling in the back of her hair. He stared up at Nico the best he could no matter how much his eyes wanted to shut with the intensity of it all. He could barely offer a pleading little nod, tears pricking the corners of his eyes, mouthing a broken, “Yes…”

“Yes?” Nico echoed out loud, his eyebrows raising without a falter of his motions. 

The woman lifted her head up from between George’s legs with a spitty gasp and cough, blinking herself back to reality for a moment before leaning in to kiss along Nico’s happy trail as he kept fucking into the whimpering man beneath him. When she moved back, she readjusted herself beside George and leaned down to kiss his neck instead and he couldn’t help the frown that came to his face as the rising intensity tapered with the loss of her mouth on his dick. 

His arm was still lazily around her, hand cupping her bare shoulder as if to keep her from leaving his side. Not that she was planning on it because the way she was kissing and licking and sucking over his neck and collarbones made it very clear she was very happy where she was. George tilted his head back to give her room to kiss up the column of his neck and she licked over his Adam's apple and nipped at his jaw. 

Nico let out a tight groan, “You feel so good, Georgie.”

George couldn’t answer behind the beautiful woman’s tongue helping itself to his mouth. His lips smacked wetly with hers despite the way his body jostled slightly with every firm thrust from the man above him, his slick cock bouncing. He was so fucking hard and so turned on that he was leaking all over his abs, smearing sticky precum across his flushed skin, and he just had to reach down to touch himself. 

He barely got a hand around his dick before Nico was swatting his hand away to do it himself. Nico matched the pace of his relentless thrusts with his hand pumping George’s cock, giving him that glorious added stimulation that he had been craving. 

“Ah!” George all but squeaked, breaking away from the kiss, “Nico! Fuck! Don’t stop!”

“Not gonna stop,” Nico promised breathily, his voice a velvety purr. His hand stroked him off, made easily slick by the combination of spit, precum, and the presence of lube that seemed to be covering almost every part of their bodies. Then, he adjusted his position just a little more, pushing into him just a little more straight-on, and like the flip of a switch, George’s entire body turned boneless.

“Ohh-hh-hh—” George withered, eyes rolling shut, “Fuck-ing— yes, right there—”

He could hear the sweet giggle of the woman beside him, barely recognizing the heat of her hand on his chest or her lips attaching themselves to his neck again, fingers swirling over his hardened nipples. The feeling of Nico drilling right into his fucking prostate had tears burning in George’s eyes and one trailed down his flushed cheek. George couldn’t lay still. Nico held a firm grip on his ankle to keep him from getting too far, fucking him into submission on his king size bed and expensive sheets. 

It was fine, though, really. George felt too much like the personification of putty to really move, the logical part of his brain that was desperately clinging onto this newfound pleasure refusing to let him wiggle away from this. Nothing had felt quite like this before. 

He felt as though the heat was rising in his body, a sizzling warmth pumping through his veins and swelling through his cock as it throbbed in Nico’s hand. George’s hands flew to the sides, gripping the sheets until his knuckles turned white, trying to steady his breathing with how fast and desperate it was coming now. 

“Oh, look at you,” the woman praised him angelically, her words echoing in his ears. 

“Nnngh—” was the only sound George could manage to get out as his body slowly but surely grew into tension. He desperately tried to keep his eyes open, staring up at Nico above him and the way his jaw was clenched in concentration. The pad of Nico’s thumb grazed over the underside of the head of his cock with every firm stroke and George could feel himself getting closer by the second.

“Come on,” Nico said through his teeth, keeping his firm pace going, “That’s it.”

“I’m gonna come…” George managed out in the most pathetic whimper known to man, making him sound like was about to sob. “Please…please, Nico, please, please—”

“That’s it, Georgie,” Nico praised. “Be a good boy and come for me.”

George had never felt the build up like this before. Sure, it had always been an overwhelming feeling but, now, he felt almost beside himself with the intensity…and it just kept building and building. His breaths were growing more and more jagged, laced in with moans and anticipatory whimpers that grew pitchier, fists tugging at the sheets with his bottom lip lodged between his teeth as he stared up at Nico. 

When the build up reached its peak, George’s eyelids fluttered erotically like he was being fucking posessed and his breath caught in his throat, body tensing for a split second as if he had hit a brick wall. Everything halted. 

Much to his surprise, the first shot of cum streaked right up to land across his cheek. 

Quickly, it was followed by a second that landed across his lips. 

George couldn’t even react to the fact that he just came so hard that he came on his own face as he felt like he had lost complete control of his body as his orgasm tore through him. He was sent into pleasured convulsions as Nico fucked him through it and kept stroking him off at the same time. More thick spurts came out, albeit more tame than the initial few, painting up George’s chest and abs in ribbons after ribbons as he sobbed out his teammate’s name with a voice filled with nothing but pure eroticism. 

He sounded like a fucking pornstar as he gasped and moaned and cried through it. George, in all his hazy euphoric glory, swore it was never going to end; the intense waves of pleasure just kept rolling through him in a seemingly never-ending progression. It truly felt like he was experiencing an orgasm for the first time all over again. Unreal. 

Nico let go of George’s cock in a hurried motion as he pulled out of him and rolled off the condom. He barely had it tossed to the side before his hand was taking its place around his dick and he gave himself a few desperate pumps. In seconds, he was coming too, streaking right up George’s abs, mixing in with his own mess of cum, and the last few drops painted the shaft of George’s softening cock. 

George had barely had his wits about him to properly appreciate Nico’s face and sounds when he came; merely hearing the echo of his moans somewhere in the haze as he shuddered on his bed and let him come all over him. Blinking away the tears from his eyes as his orgasm finally tapered off into that post-euphoria buzz, George’s eyes was honed in on Nico’s flushed face and pleasured expression, watching as the older man dragged two fingers through his cum on George’s abs and then lifted his fingers.

George, as if driven by instinct, let his swollen lips part and let him slide his cum-covered fingers into his mouth. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Nico’s gaze, staring up at him as he sucked on his fingers and licked them clean. The slightly salty taste startled his taste buds but there was almost an underlying hint of sweetness that had George shamelessly enjoying it. Or maybe it was just the fact that it was Nico’s cum he was being fed, by the hand of the man himself, after near years of suppressing his strange desire for just that. 

Nico pulled his fingers from George's mouth and then dragged his wet fingertips over his spitty lips, gathering up some of his own cum to then push back in against his tongue. With a breathless purr, Nico praised him, “Good boy…cleaning up your mess without a single complaint out of that pretty mouth of yours.”

George hummed around his fingers, eyelashes heavy and fluttering. When Nico pulled his fingers back out, a thin string of spit broke between his fingertips and George’s pouted lips. The woman beside them, who had been watching the whole ordeal with a front row seat, moved in to clean up the rest without a word. 

Once her lips met George’s cheek in an open mouthed kiss, his hand blindly raised to rest around her bicep as she leaned in and started to kiss and lick up the cum that was still streaked across his cheek and smeared around his lips. The two of them soon melted into slow, sloppy kisses, breathless and wanton, almost more tongue than anything else. 

When she pulled away, she swiped the pad of her thumb over his bottom lip and George draped an arm above his head with a breathy sigh as his eyes fell closed. He swallowed thickly as he caught his barings, melting into the comfortable mattress beneath him.

And then, with a tone taking on a bit more seriousness, Nico asked him, “You okay?”

George nodded, dazed, “Mhm.”

“Yeah?” Nico chuckled warmly, his hands rubbing up and down the outsides of George’s thighs that still framed him, easing him out of his pleasure, “You took it like a fucking champion.”

“You really did,” the woman agreed with a hint of pride in her voice.

“Fuck,” George croaked out, his voice suddenly so rough that he had to clear his throat. His eyes fluttered open again to look up at the two beautiful people knelt over him, his gaze drifting to Nico as he replied cheekily, “Yeah, you reckon we’re both champions now then?”

The trio shared breathy laughter. 

The woman draped herself out beside George on the large bed and his arm naturally went around her, pulling her close as he turned his head and pressed a kiss to her temple. Nico shifted off the bed, announcing he was going to get a damp cloth to help clean them up and they let him go. Comfortable in the presence of his beautiful grid girl, George, at the same time, felt a strange emptiness as Nico disappeared around the corner and into the ensuite bathroom.

She tilted her head back against George’s arm to meet his gaze, bringing him back to their moment with a playful, “Quite the first date then, hm?”

George’s expression broke into a handsome grin and he offered a lighthearted eyeroll and a, “You can say that again.”

“Mm, I was surprised you asked me out, honestly,” she stated casually.

“Really?” George glanced at her. Her cheeks were still rouged from the remnants of their escapades. “Why?”

“Because it was always painfully clear that you had eyes for Nico.” 

She answered like it was nothing more than a declaration of the weather. George shivered.

Before he could even figure out what to reply with, Nico returned to the room. With him, he carried three warm, damp cloths and the trio shared the responsibility of cleaning themselves and each other up, wiping away sweat and lube and cum from their flushed skin. Then, laying together in a euphoric tangle all together on Nico’s expensive bed sheets, nude, George was blissfully in the middle. 

No one spoke for a moment; simply catching their bearings. George stared at the ceiling. 

After a moment, he worked up enough courage to turn his head to the right to look at Nico. He was already looking back at him. 

Nico’s lips pricked up at the corner in a small smirk and he took the initiative to lift his hand up to press the pad of his thumb against the corner of George’s lips, “You have a bit of—”

George stayed still, staring at him, as he wiped a bit of cum from the corner of his mouth. 

George’s mind was spinning. Did he always have such thoughts about Nico because he felt protected by him? Just held him on a pedestal because Nico was the one who took him under his wing and helped him develop into the driver and title contender he was? Or was there more to it? As he laid there, naked, in Nico’s bed, it felt equal parts terrifying and improper and, yet, as if it were right where he was meant to be. 

There was so much still unsaid between the three of them as the night dragged on, logistics and meanings behind their night together needing to be discussed. There was a lot George needed to wrap his mind around, having to figure out where he stood with both parties and what his own reflection of self looked like moving forward. It wasn’t all going to be figured out in one night. So, for now, he let himself simply take the moments as they came. 

Technicalities could be smoothed over later. It wasn’t a race. Besides, he had the upcoming season to focus on and prepare for, in which he would be taking the position of first driver. He had big shoes to fill. 

And eventually, a year later, with two races still left in the season and forty-six points ahead of the runner up, George Russell won his first World Championship. 

He went over to Nico’s to celebrate.

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hi lovely, prompt 9 or 21 from hurt/comfort prompt list with daniel ricciardo please!!

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#𝟐𝟏. showing up to your place to perform a wellness check when you haven't responded to their texts/calls in days. fem!bipoc!reader x daniel ricciardo.

You can’t precisely pinpoint which night shift, out of the six you worked, that your phone died on.

Every time you agree to cover your co-workers’ shifts, you swear that it’s a mistake you’ll never make again—regardless of how nice the overtime pay is. You wouldn’t be surprised to see if your sleep deprivation admits you into the very hospital that employs you. After your final shift of the week and subsequent two-hour nap in the parking lot at sunrise, you drove home, carefully cruising at ten under the speed limit. 

You don’t remember the drive, or making your way inside, or passing out on your couch—which must be why you end up falling to the floor in surprise after being abruptly woken by the sound of the doorbell being rapidly rung.

Groggily, you shuffle toward the front door—aching from head to toe, your eyes and cheeks swollen, cotton-mouthed, uncomfortably sweaty, and your hair barely contained within the hair tie—you swing the door wide open, ready to ruin this person’s day for disturbing your slumber.

“Oh. —My God! Are you okay?” Daniel asked, his alarmed eyes wide with worry.

It’s a dumb question, considering that you look like an antonym of the word okay.

He must see that you’re close to snapping, so he doesn’t give you a chance to break, ushering his way past you inside and guiding you back to the couch to have a seat.

Daniel tenderly untagles your hair from the tie as he rambles, “I knew I should’ve flown the minute you stopped responding. You haven’t answered my calls or texts in two days! I called all of your friends, and they said the same—don’t scare me like that ever again! I called your station, and I thought they were going to tell me you were there as a patient instead of a nurse!”

You lean heavily into the Australian, sniffling softly, “My phone died on Friday? I think? I dunno—‘m sorry.”

His palm lowers to squeeze the nape of your neck softly, he directs your face out from hiding in his shoulder to look into your eyes. Swiping his thumb underneath your swollen eyes, he murmurs, concerned, “Babe…It’s Sunday morning. You finished work early Saturday morning. Have you been sleeping the entire time?”

Daniel helps you piece together blurry memories, and it turns out that you managed to sleep for almost twenty-four hours straight. You almost slept for an entire day.

“Alright!” Daniel claps, and you flinch at the volume of it, your head beginning to pound with tension. He apologizes quietly, continuing in a hushed tone, “No more six-in-a-row night shifts, please? I don’t think falling comatose after that is a particularly good sign, but you would know better since you’re the nurse between the two of us.”

You blink slowly for a few beats, and your stomach grumbles ravenously. Daniel purses his lips, looking increasingly concerned for your health, and you clear your throat dryly, “No more six-in-a-row’s.” “Great, I’m glad we agree!” Daniel smiles widely, patting his knees before he stands, “Now, I was going to have you take a bath because you are a little stinky. Don’t look at me like that; it’s true. I don’t know if it’s you or your scrubs that smell—I’m still not sure, but I hope it’s just you—however, I think it’s better if we get a meal inside of you first. Checking in on you would be meaningless if I let you pass out and drown in the shower.”

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Happy 1K!!! I would love it if you could write a little something for my fav Danny Ric 🥹 using some of the prompts, I was thinking of these ❛ if you want something, then you ask for it!’ ‘ Suck on it then’ and "Swallow it. All of it."

tattoo temptation | d. ricciardo

thank you anon!! your favourite is my favourite, so i loved writing this<3 i appreciate the submission, i hope you enjoy!

daniel ricciardo x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ content, light mention of thigh worship, oral (m receiving), praise, dom!daniel, swallowing.

you had been at this for what felt like hours. your fingers trace the intricate ink on daniel’s thigh, the black lines standing out stark against his tanned skin. you’re kneeling between his legs, your obsession evident as your lips brush over the edges of the design, just above where his shorts are rucked up.

“you keep staring at it like that, sweetheart, and i’ll start thinking you’re more into my tattoo than me,” daniel teases, his voice low and thick, amusement curling around the heat in his tone. his voice never fails to sen heat to your core, and you’d have him talking forever if you could.

you glance up, meeting his darkened gaze, your lips curling into a sly smirk. “maybe i am, maybe you should take the hint.”

he raises a brow, his hand cupping your chin and tilting your head back slightly. he knows you love his thighs, but you’ve been acting different tonight, he can tell your mood isn’t just because of his inked thigh. “if you want something, then you ask for it,” he says, his Aussie drawl sending shivers down your spine. it wasn’t something gentle and encourage, it felt like a disguised command.

your hand slides higher on his thigh, fingers just brushing the hard bulge beneath his boxers. “then I guess i’ll stop teasing,” you murmur, your voice dripping with mischief as you pull the waistband of his shorts down, freeing him from the constrains of his boxers.

his breath hitches as you wrap your hand around his thick length, your thumb circling the tip slowly, spreading the bead of wetness that’s already forming. you glance up again, your lips ghosting over the head as his hand makes its way in your hair, threading his fingers through the soft strands.

“don’t stop now,” he mutters, his usual cockiness tinged with desperation. you knew you were both on the same level now, instead of him being fully in control. you considered teasing even more, but you were just as desperate as he was.

you hum softly, your lips parting as you take him in, your tongue swirling around the tip before sliding lower. his thighs tense beneath your hands as you hollow your cheeks, taking him in deeper.

“fuck,” he groans, his fingers tightening in your hair, guiding your movements without forcing you onto his cock. “you look so good like this, sweetheart. you were made to be right between my legs.”

you pull back slightly, your tongue teasing along the underside of his shaft before you look up at him, eyes half-lidded. “suck on it, then,” he rasps, his voice deep and thick with need, the command sends a thrill through you.

you obey him, taking him deeper this time as your hand moves to stroke what your mouth can’t take. the weight of him on your tongue, the way he twitches in your mouth, has heat pooling low in your belly. you exhale around him as you moan against his cock, revelling in the way he shivers.

“just like that, baby,” he pants, his other hand gripping the edge of the couch as you quicken your pace. his hips lift slightly, his control slipping as his breaths grow heavier.

you feel him getting close, his grip on your hair tightening as he mutters your name like a prayer. when his release hits, he groans low and rough, holding you steady.

“swallow it. all of it,” he growls, and the raw dominance in his tone makes you clench around nothing.

you do as he says, swallowing every last drop of his salty cum before pulling back, your lips swollen, a satisfied smile playing on your face as you look up at him, fluttering your lashes in the process.

daniel’s chest rises and falls as he catches his breath, a lazy grin spreading across his face. “you’re obsessed with just my tattoos, huh?”

you wink, wiping your lips with the back of your hand. “i love everything down here, maybe it’s all just a good excuse to get on my knees.”

[sbdskate]

Laws Of Attraction (Part 10) - DR x lawyer!fem!reader

Summary: McLaren is in breach of contract, dr3 hires a lawyer to deal with the aftermath. Tropes ensue. Slow burn. Enemies(kind of) -> Friends/colleagues -> Lovers

Pairing: lawyer!fem!reader x Daniel Ricciardo

Warnings (18+): sickening amount of fluff, language, angst, *SMUT*: oral (m + f receiving), fingering, hand job, p in v, overstimulation if you blink

Word Count: 6,892

A/N: If you’re here, congratulations! You made it to the end. A big thank you to everyone that has commented, shared, liked, etc. I can’t believe it’s been over a year since my first post. I had a vision when I started writing this in the middle of the 2022 season, not quite sure where it would lead, but I’m happy with where it landed and I hope you are too. I hope you like wine with your cheese, because this is ~cheesy~. Also, this is my first time writing smut so (1) if you are a minor please do not proceed; (2) if you do like/read smut, I would appreciate any kind of feedback. A big thank you to @cutelittlefakejourneys and @burningcupcakefire for beta-ing. Thank you @paddockbunny, @monzabee, and @silverstonesainz for the insights and words of encouragement. As always, thank you for reading.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Epilogue 1

Daniel paced the hallway. He wasn’t accustomed to not getting what he wanted. Sure, in the last few months he had had his fair share of disappointments, but this was different. He was tempted to knock on your door until you answered, but thought the better of it.

He played through the moment in his head again, no different than analyzing a post-race debrief. What went wrong and how could he improve? He was professional during the signing. He knew you loved Geri, you only casually brought up Ginger Spice in conversation no less than a dozen times over the last few months. He knew you’d love to actually meet her – who knows, if everything went well it certainly wouldn’t be the last time for you. He didn’t force himself on you – at this point he knew you were like a cat and he needed to wait for you to come to him or else he’d scare you off. It seemed like the only thing keeping you from ripping each other’s clothes off was your job. Or so he thought.

Now he was confused. It was clear you hadn’t meant to say what you said – but you said it. I could kiss you. Can’t put the toothpaste back in the tube. Four words that looped in his brain. He had spent so much time dissecting the meaning of the word “could,” he felt like he could be a lawyer too. But he had taken his time closing the space between you in the hallway. When he leaned in, you leaned in too. You had ample time to tell him off if he had misconstrued the whole thing, and he would never think less of you if you did, but you didn’t.

No, what just happened was not a rejection. You were just skittish. Like a cat hiding under a bed, you just needed to be coaxed out – slowly. You were food motivated, he’d learned that about you during your first outing in Belgium when you put down more bon bons than he thought was humanly possible. Yes, all you needed was to be approached with patience and understanding - and maybe the promise of a full belly.

-

You leaned against the door and squeezed your eyes shut, embarrassment already crashing over you like a tidal wave. You knew you were being ridiculous and immature. What was it that you were still afraid of?

You stripped off your suit immediately, it felt stuffy and heavy as you overheated, the reminder of your attorney-client relationship falling to the floor. You threw on the first thing you grabbed out of your bag - why did it have to be that pesky yellow dress again?

You paced your room for what felt like hours. Your professional activities with Daniel had officially come to its natural conclusion and yet you were still hesitant to move forward. It didn’t help that you were in a country that banned the cohabitation of unmarried couples, so really, what were you even going to do?

Despite the confessions exchanged back in Mexico and the kiss in Brazil, it was never guaranteed that anything would actually happen once Daniel’s legal affairs were settled. Frankly, you still weren’t fully convinced the conversations ever actually happened. You refused to believe the lingering stares and little touches that lasted a little too long were anything more than pure coincidence.

In spite of all of it, you remained unconvinced about how Daniel actually felt about you. Over the years of failed relationships and first dates that ranged from awkward to bad, you had grown wary and skeptical of romantic pursuits. For all you knew, all his lip-service was simply an elaborate ruse to get in your pants. You thought on this worst case scenario, which really wasn’t so bad. God forbid you have one night stand with a Formula 1 driver and live to tell the tale. It would be a lie to say you wouldn’t be hurt at first if you were correct, but you would eventually be fine. You had been happily single and independent for years, it would simply be a return to your de facto state.

And even if you could take him at his word, you couldn’t help but wonder what that relationship would look like when you had to resume work for other clients and the luxury of constant travel and proximity ceased. How would you continue to keep in touch? How often would you actually be able to see each other in person? Your first relationship was with The Firm, and you knew you weren’t ready to give up your livelihood for him. Then there was the other issue of paparazzi and tabloids - the forced spotlight that would fall on you, resulting in the lack of privacy and anonymity. You had no desire for fame, yet he seemed to be designed for it. You could go toe-to-toe with opposing counsel any day, but you weren’t sure you had his mental fortitude to withstand the cruel and unsolicited opinions of strangers on the internet.

You weighed the pros and cons over and over again in your head. For someone with such a demanding job, it made no sense that it all felt so overwhelming and complicated. But it was telling that the Australian was the first person you wanted to confide in. He was the only one who could ever quiet the constant hurricane in your mind that caused you to spiral if left unchecked. In this moment, you needed him to ground you.

You had been raised to leave hotel room minibars alone unless you wanted to bankrupt you and your entire family for two generations. Going against everything you believed, you took a nip from the stock. Hoping the small amount of liquid courage would do the trick, you checked your reflection in the mirror one last time before venturing to the room next door. You would simply have to assume the risk of the unknown aftermath.

With shaking hands, you opened the door only to be met with Daniel’s presence before you. He jumped slightly at the sudden movement. You did a poor job hiding your astonishment that left you frozen in place.

“Oh… hi?” Your eyes remained wide. He looked around and scratched the back of his head, appearing to be as surprised and confused as you were.

“Hi – I uh,” he took a moment to give you a once over. “I’m sorry are you about to go somewhere? You look nice.” You felt your face turn red immediately, the bravery you built up moments ago dissipating in an instance. He shifted his weight, quickly correcting himself. “Not that you don’t always look nice! I just – you look nicer than usual. I mean-” He seemed uncharacteristically nervous and was digging himself a hole. You looked around the hall to ensure it was empty and took a deep breath to save him from digging any deeper.

“Yes actually. I was going to see you.” He seemed surprised and relieved at the answer.

“No way, I was about to see you!” He shook his head when he saw you bite back a smile. “Obviously, I’ve been standing outside your door,” he laughed nervously, his confidence shrinking by the second. “Not for very long though! You didn’t need to know that. But I wanted to come to say I’m sorry about before, I was too forward back there. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I just figured, you know, since we went pencils down and everything, maybe we could-”

“Yes.”

“What?”

“Did I stutter?” You walked backwards as you took his hand, leading him through the doorway. He didn’t fight your lead.

“-you don’t know what I was going to ask.” You leaned back, allowing the door to click behind you under your weight.

“It doesn’t matter. The answer is yes.” You gave him a reassuring smile and gently squeezed his hand bringing him closer. “With you it will always be yes.” It seemed both of you were at a loss for words, but they were unnecessary as he took a step towards you closing the small gap that remained. His eyes were enchantingly curious as they gazed into yours. You only looked away for a millisecond, distracted by the tongue that broke free from his mouth to moisten his plump lips. You took a deep inhale in anticipation, your heartbeat bordering on palpitations as his lips closed in.

The moment they met yours, immediately you knew you never wanted boundaries with this man ever again. One hand cupped the side of your face while the other grabbed your waist to pull you closer. You wrapped your arms around his neck in an effort to eliminate any remaining iota of space between the two of you. Your lips danced and moved together in unison, neither of you wanting to come up for air. His firm calloused hands roamed your body, unsure of where to rest. There were so many parts of you he had never touched before and he wanted desperately to become acquainted with them as quickly as possible. He squeezed your shoulders, ran them down the lengths of your arms, moved to the small of your back up towards your neck, in your hair.

The feverishness of it all began to slow, as he tried to memorize every peak and valley. He reverently moved his hands from your waist, dragging them up the length of your spine, one hand finding its way to your hair as though he wanted to remember every hair follicle, the other keeping your body firmly pressed against his. The leisurely pace only teased you, and each spot he touched left your body buzzing. He slowly brought his other hand to find yours again, repositioning so your fingers interlocked. The sweet gesture felt suddenly sinful when he pinned them to the wall, dragging them up the door until they were next to your head. The motion made your head spin, warmth spreading between your thighs, and you inadvertently let out a soft moan.

Ravenous for more, he firmly pressed your bodies together against the door, almost knocking the wind out of you. He pulled away only for a moment, his eyes pleading.

Can I?

You nodded your head frantically, capturing his mouth once more while guiding his hands to the parts you desperately needed touched. One gently cupped your breast while the other roughly grabbed your ass, kneading the muscles underneath. You both groaned in unison at the new sensation.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to touch you,” he mouthed breathlessly before finding your neck, hoping the feeling was mutual. You didn’t say anything back, but he could tell from the pant of your breath and the pulse under his lips that it was. You threw your head back as he sucked, licked, and nipped at the sweet spot as he gently grazed his thumb over your bra, immediately feeling your nipple form into a stiff peak underneath. Being mindful of your noise level, you bit back a moan that ended up coming out as a pathetic whimper. You shamelessly pushed your hips against his and squeezed his hand on your breast, encouraging him to explore and desperate for more contact.

You instinctively widened your stance for him to perch himself between your legs. His hand played with the waistband of your underwear through your dress, trailing down to your inner upper thigh.

“Stop teasing,” you hissed. He only smiled into the kiss in response, his tongue pushing into your mouth to shut you up.

Your hands followed their own curious whims. Those pecs that you had gotten an eyeful of several times felt warm and firm under your touch. Your palm dragged down the ripples of his abs, gently landing over the front of his pants. You gasped feeling him harden under your touch for the first time, eliciting a low growl from him in return. His hips pushed forward in frustration, eager for more. You allowed him some relief, undoing his belt and pants, cautiously reaching inside. Your eyes widened.

“Holy shit,” you muttered as you grabbed around his length, your hand suddenly feeling quite small. He looked you dead in the eye, that familiar cocky smirk and twinkle returning to his face.

“Come on,” he flashed you a wicked grin. “You knew it had to be big.” You laughed at his boldness, which only inspired him to double down. “I know how to use it too.”

“That’s some awfully big talk.” You already had goosebumps from your head to your toes, but you weren’t going to let him know that just yet. You would make sure he worked for it. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“It’s not the only thing I know how to use.”

He captured your mouth in a gentle, chaste kiss as he used one hand to pull up the hem of your dress. His other hand snuck under the skirt, slowly dragging it across your skin. Rough and calloused from racing, they felt tantalizingly delicate.

“I was going to prove it, but it looks like I already convinced you.” He drew little spirals around your clit over your panties, barely applying any pressure. You bit your lip and looked up to the ceiling, praying for relief from the building tension. To your chagrin, his hand began to pull away.

“No. Please,” was all you could muster, your brain searching for more eloquent words that escaped you.

“Please what?” You reached for his crotch, hoping the action would suffice as an answer, but he grabbed your wrist to pin it to the door. “You have to use your words.” You felt the words on his breath that seeped through your skin.

“Please touch me.” Frustrated, you used your free hand to try to get him to fully take your dress off which was only getting in the way. He obliged, releasing your other hand to get a hold of the fabric. You put your arms up as he gathered the material over your head. Throwing the garment aside, he pulled away slightly to observe you for a moment. His eyes widening as they moved down your frame, trying and failing to hide his growing smirk.

“Do you always wear pretty underwear when you close a deal? Or are these for me?” He played with the pink lacy textile between his fingers, admiring how they accentuated the contour of your waist and hips.

“Both,” you gasped as he dragged a finger down your front. It passed over your clit, down to the fabric covering your entrance, smiling feeling how embarrassingly soaked you already were through the thin material.

With a chaste kiss on the cheek, he proceeded to leave a trail of kisses down your neck, chest, stomach, until he reached the hem of fabric. He continued over the garment, bypassing the spot he knew you needed him to your inner thigh. The gentle touches and the scruff of his beard almost tickled, panting as he moved down your body.

He looped his thumbs around the sides of your thong, pausing to look up hopefully for permission. You nodded with lidded, lustful eyes. He couldn’t hide his dimples and he continued to tease, dragging your panties slowly down your legs, taking care to pick up each foot to get you out of them. Your heart swelled as you observed him treating you so delicately, like a fragile porcelain doll. His trail of kisses started again from the bottom, beginning at your ankle, to the inside of your knee and again to your upper thigh until he reached an apex.

“Hold on.” You weren’t sure what he meant at first. Then without warning, he grabbed your hip and threw your opposite leg over his shoulder, finally diving into your center. Your hands instinctively found their way to his head to stabilize yourself, accidentally letting out a yelp in the process which soon after turned into a low moan as his tongue swirled slow circles around your clit. “You taste so fucking good,” he mumbled into your skin.

The vision of him on his knees fully clothed, contrasted with your nakedness enhanced his touch and sent you spiraling. Your hands raked through his gorgeous curls as he lapped you up. The pressure he applied gradually increased, culminating to him inserting a finger in you, then two. You slapped a hand over your mouth as the pressure pooled and he found his rhythm with his tongue and fingers. He knew you were close when your legs started to shake and squeezed around him. The waves came crashing over you as you bucked your hips erratically. He removed his fingers so that he could stabilize you, but his mouth never stopped.

He finally put your other leg back on the ground when your hips slowed and stood up. Your legs almost buckled from underneath you but he caught you before you could fall, lifting you to walk to the bed.

You watched him carry you wordlessly, your brain still short circuiting from your orgasm only knowing enough to wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. Not because you thought he’d drop you, but because you wanted to be as close to him as possible. It still wasn’t close enough.

He sat himself down on the bed with you landing in his lap, legs still wrapped tightly. There had never been a time where the two of you have been in the same room and exchanged so few words. You continued to stare at each other, simply amazed to be in the same space and sharing skin after three long anguished months of resisting forbidden fruit.

Your gaze fell to his swollen lips that you desperately wanted to taste again, still shiny with your essence. His hand pressed up your back until he grabbed a fistful of hair, bringing you in fervently for another kiss. It was the kind of kiss that enveloped you, that turned your legs to water and caused currents in you to flow creating bountiful energy that begged for release. Your hands roamed from his shoulders, down his chest and abs to the hem of his shirt. The two of you pried it off together and he threw it somewhere on the floor. Your mouths met again gluing your torsos together, your currents crashing in a tidal wave of electricity and emotion.

You unwrapped your legs to straddle him, lightly pushing him backwards. He pulled you with him as you both fell into the bed, smiling into each other and little giggles filling the air. You rolled your hips over him, annoyed with the layers that still separated you from the waist down. You reached down, sloppily pushing at his pants to demonstrate your displeasure. He understood your message, weaving his arms past you to finish the job and shimmying his legs until they were off. You reached down the waistband of his boxer briefs, teasing your fingertips just underneath but not going further. It thrilled you to feel his muscles tense underneath your touch. He nipped your bottom lip when your hand moved further south, and you could feel his jaw clench.

He pulled away suddenly, and you couldn’t place the look on his face which made you nervous.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing! It’s just…” his hand cupped the side of your face, caressing your cheek. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”

Your heart swelled at how delicate he was with you, at how much he cared. But you didn’t want to be treated delicately. And now you almost felt bad about how much you’d teased him up to this point. Almost.

“Do you know,” you said sitting up, your hand ghosting over the outline of him through his boxer briefs, “I had a sex dream about you. Right before the Japanese Grand Prix.”

“No,” he ground out.

“You had my legs spread on a desk in some McLaren office.” You felt his whole body clench again as you slid the last piece of clothing down his legs. As though the thought hadn’t crossed his mind every time you admonished him for not paying attention or not taking things seriously in those early days. The frequency of course increased, to every time you bent over, smiled, or played with your hair, to simply existing. For once, he was the one blushing and you found it entirely endearing. “I’ve literally dreamt of fucking you for three months. I want you and I need you. Now.”

His pupils dilated at your words, and his hands moved possessively from your face down to your ass where his fingers sank into your skin hoping to mark and keep you. He tried to find the words to communicate how badly he wanted and needed you too, but blood was no longer flowing to his brain and no words seemed perfect enough for you. His shaft twitched against his toned stomach, eager for your touch. You relieved him, wrapping your full hand around his impressive length pumping up and down a few times, your gentle grip slowly firming with each stroke.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. His hand found your waist and you felt his grip tighten as you continued. You slithered down his body until your mouth aligned with him, spitting over his tip. He felt voyeuristic watching the saliva drip from your tongue. You looked up to see him gripping the sheets for dear life.

“Is that alright?” He nodded fervently.

“Only if you want to,” he croaked out. Bless this man, who just wanted to make sure you were comfortable even though it looked like his eyes were going to roll back into his head.

“I do. Very much,” you insisted. You dragged your tongue slowly from the base of his shaft to his tip. “You made me feel good.” Lick. “Now I want to make you feel good.” His shallow breath hitched when you finally took him in your mouth. Your eyes watered as he hit the back of your throat, you looked up to make sure he was still breathing. You found him slack jawed, but eyes full of lust. He brought a hand to your head. You prepared your gag reflex expecting him to force your rhythm, but instead simply pushed your hair out of your face.

“Fuck, you look so good.” You felt the slickness spread between your thighs at his praise, adding a hand to his base where your mouth couldn’t quite reach. You increased your speed, moaning into him. He happily absorbed the vibrations, reflexively bucking his hips into you. You tasted salty precum at his tip and could tell he was close.

“W-wait,” you slowed your pace but didn’t remove him as you looked up again. “I don’t want to finish yet. Not like this.” You slowly pried yourself off him, finishing with a satisfying *pop* as you released him. You saw his chest rise and fall at an alarming rate. He helped pull you up, interlocking your fingers in the process.

“What do you want?” you asked, knowing you would do whatever came out of his mouth without hesitation.

“Grab my jeans?” You couldn't hide your skepticism, but nonetheless begrudgingly left the nicest seat you’ve ever known to find his pants somewhere on the floor. You resumed your spot on his lap as he frantically searched his pockets, finally locating his wallet and fished out a condom. Everything else found its way back to the ground. Eyes wide, he maintained a death grip on the condom. “You’re sure?”

You smiled. You thumbed his jawline as you brought your foreheads together. “I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.” It took him about four seconds to process what you said, but when he did closed the gap between your lips in a messy and desperate kiss that sucked the air out of you. It dizzied him too and only pulled away when he remembered he had to open the condom. You leaned back to give him some space as he struggled with the wrapper. His brow furrowed in frustration as he tried to steady his shaky hands.

“I swear I’m usually a lot smoother than this,” he muttered. You bit back a laugh.

“I believe you.”  

“You just make me nervous,” he admitted, uncharacteristically bashful. “In case you couldn’t tell.”

“Hardly noticed,” you said sarcastically, but reassured him with a giggle. “It’s very endearing, if it makes you feel any better.” You calmly grabbed it from him.

“It does,” he confessed as he let you take it from his hands. Without breaking eye contact, you ripped the wrapper easily with your teeth. You felt him twitch under you as you wriggled yourself against him in content, allowing him to feel your arousal. He swallowed thickly. “Where did you learn that?”

“That’s for me to know and for you to find out,” you smirked. You moved off him for a moment, and he took the chance to stroke himself a few times, watching you absentmindedly. How your hair, now perfectly tousled, fell around your shoulders. How gravity worked miracles on the swell of your breasts. How your waist sloped into your hips and thighs. You patiently presented the condom back to him and he used all his concentration to take it from you to roll it down his length. He looked at you hopefully when he was done and you rewarded him with another kiss, your hair cascading around the two of you creating a protective curtain around your new little intimate universe.

You both watched as you eased yourself onto his cock, voyeurs of your own lust. Your moans harmonized as he bottomed out. You felt deliciously stretched and full. Complete. You began slow to adjust to his size, teasing him in the process with your agonizing pace, rising up to the point of almost dismount before sinking back down again engulfing his full length.

“Does this feel good?” you cooed, already knowing the answer as you swirled your hips with him bottomed out inside you, tormentingly slow.

“Yes. Fuck yes,” he groaned as he palmed your ass. “You’re so fucking tight.” You dragged a hand from his chest, down the ripples of his abs, towards where the two of you intercepted. With his jaw clenched, he sank his fingers in your hips, trying unsuccessfully to steady them as you continued to rock. “You look so good with me inside you.”

He lifted his hips to meet yours as proof of his enjoyment, the new angle jolting you forward slightly. A moan escaped as you found a rhythm as you rolled your hips back and forth, itching for the friction of his skin against your already swollen clit. Your pace quickened as his length hit that sacred spot deep in your core over and over. The bounce of your tits mesmerized him. Unable to resist, his mouth found a nipple, flicking his tongue back and forth over the sensitive peak that had you seeing stars.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” you whimpered. You felt the pressure pool and coil in your lower abdomen. Your eyes closed when he grabbed the back of your head, gently pulling your hair.

“Look at me. I want you to look at me when you come.” All you could do was nod in response, worried that any sound you might let out at that point would alert the whole building. It was impossible to look away from his gaze even if you wanted to. You bit your lip as the pressure continued to build, hypnotized by the repetition and sensory overload. You rocked back onto him a final time before reaching your release, collapsing on forward onto his chest and his name falling off your tongue like a prayer as your hips slowed and stuttered.

Yes

Daniel

He’d never heard a more beautiful sound before. His mouth caught yours again, absorbing the moans that continued as you rode out your orgasm. He wrapped an arm around your lower back to pull you flush to his chest and began to upthrust, building to an excruciating pace. You held onto his shoulders for dear life.

“W-what are you doing?” You knew you sounded pathetic, barely able to form the sentence. He smirked.

“Getting you to Number Three.”

“I can’t,” you whined. He pulled you close and rolled the two of you over, taking care to remain buried inside of you. You gasped at the sudden movement, eyes wide when you landed on your back.

“Three’s my lucky number.” He gave a few slow pumps before pushing himself up to spread your legs. He admired the change in your face at each new angle, each expression more perfect than the next. He brought his thumb down to your clit and watched you whither under his touch. With the new view he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. “Don’t worry, I’ll do the work this time.”

You couldn’t argue with his logic. The only response you could give were incantations of profanities as he fucked you into the mattress and his gentle finger rubbing the sensitive nub just above where your bodies joined. He glistened as beads of sweat formed over his body, enhancing the contours of his muscles with each thrust. It was all too much. You felt your walls begin to clench again, your body eagerly anticipating its reward.

Daniel saw your mouth mold into an “o”, the slight twitch of your muscles, and felt the pressure that was building inside you. He prayed you were close knowing that his stamina would soon run out.

“That’s it. Come for me.” Daniel counted his blessings that he should be so lucky to have a front row seat, not once, not twice, but three times to your orgasms. You were so beautiful. Too beautiful. He couldn’t stop himself from chasing his own high as he watched you twist and contort under him. His thrusts became more frantic and erratic as your moans filled the room until he spilled into you, lurching forward but catching himself before fully collapsing on top of you.

Finally the motions stopped, except for the quickened rise and fall of your chests as you both tried to catch your breath. You blinked at each other a few times, still unable to move or think. Daniel broke the silence.

“Holy shit.” You couldn’t help the stupid grin that formed. You pressed a hand to his cheek just to make sure he was still real.

“That good, huh?” He begrudgingly began to move and pulled out of you, rolling over to your side. He propped himself on his elbow and looked down on you, absentmindedly drawing patterns on your soft belly.  

“I was just going to ask if you wanted to grab dinner. But that was way better.” You both laughed as you nuzzled into each other, still peppering the other with butterfly kisses and holding onto the belief that the world was the size of a queen-size bed.

Eventually he got up to go to the bathroom. As soon as he left your side, the intrusive thoughts returned and you began mentally preparing yourself for the inevitable goodbye. You watched silently as he searched the floor for his underwear, blissfully unaware of your inner turmoil. This was fun you repeated in your head. It will be a good story to tell you tried convincing yourself.  

He came back to bed and snuggled up against you.

“Now what?” he asked innocently. You squinted back at him, laughing slightly.  

“That’s an awfully loaded question, don’t you think?” He seemed confounded for a moment.

“I mean, I was just thinking we could get food now? What were you thinking?” You forgot that men could be such simple creatures. Maybe it was the audacity that allowed them to go about life blissfully unaware or unconcerned about hypothetical what if’s and unintended consequences of their actions. But for now, maybe you needed to think like a man too. You didn’t need to solve all the world’s problems in one night. Maybe all you needed was to just enjoy whatever this was for whatever time was left before you got on a flight tomorrow to return to reality.

“Yeah, I guess I worked up an appetite.” He broke into a wide grin. He grabbed your face to bless you with a kiss on the forehead before fetching the menu.

“Great. I’ll order us room service.”

-

Your eyes fluttered open the next morning. Scenes from the night before played on a loop in your head. Sweaty bodies entangled in a sea of limbs. In your experience, men who were that charismatic and that good looking rarely knew what to do with the bodies they had been blessed with. And yet…

You were afraid to open your eyes, not ready to let go of the memory that brought a smile to your face so you kept them closed a bit longer. Instead, you extended a hesitant hand to the other side of the bed expecting to feel the warm body of your evening companion, but you felt nothing. You reluctantly opened your eyes.

“Dan?” Your voice was soft and hoarse from sleep. Nothing. Maybe he hadn’t heard you.

“Daniel?” You tried again, a bit louder this time. Still no response.

You slowly got out of bed half asleep, the line between your dreams and the real world still not quite defined. You zombie-walked to the window, delicately drawing back the blackout curtains of the hotel room. You winced as your eyes adjusted to the natural light. Your clothes were still on the floor where they had been unceremoniously discarded, but the other outfit that had kept them company had disappeared. Your heart fell.

“Daniel?” you tried one last time, voice cracking slightly. Maybe he was in the bathroom. Maybe he had eaten something bad yesterday. You knocked on the door before cautiously opening it. You stood in the doorway a beat too long, unable to move from the empty space. He had been so convincing, so charming, and you fell for it. You had been so guarded and careful, you thought you had sniffed out any unsavory motives and you still were left feeling used and abandoned.

You blinked back tears before they could fall, hiding your defeat from no one in particular in the privacy of your hotel room. You wiped your eyes, chugged a glass of water, for some masochist reason put on your Enchante sweatshirt and got back into bed. It was still early, maybe you could sleep another few hours before you had to get ready to go to the airport. Maybe that sleep would help you forget and ease the overwhelming humiliation and melancholy that fell over you.

As you began to drift off, a noise at the door startled you awake. You realized it was the sound of the door key and grabbed sheets to cover yourself quickly, unsure what else to do.

“I’m not ready for housecleaning!” you yelled uncertainly, praying it was in fact hotel staff and not a burglar.

“Hey hey hey, it’s just me. Good morning to you too.” You slowly peaked your head from under the covers, shocked at the sound of the reassuring, achingly familiar Australian accent. The driver stood in the foyer, his hands overflowing with bags and precariously balancing two coffee cups. You sat up a bit more as you processed the sight in front of you.

“What-?” you trailed off. He seemed nervous, but a smile never left his face.

“I, uh, wanted to surprise you with breakfast. There’s a little place down the street. But you looked so peaceful sleeping and I didn’t want to wake you, so I grabbed your room key. But I realized when I got there I didn’t know what you liked, and my phone died, so I kind of got one of everything…I hope that’s ok. I didn’t mean to scare you –“

As he rambled, you had silently gotten out of bed to grab the cups from his hands, placing them on the table along with the insane amount of bags, one by one. With all obstacles removed, you enveloped your arms around his neck and stamped his lips with a kiss. He was surprised by the sudden gesture but returned it eagerly, his hands still familiarizing themselves with you. He blinked a few times when you pulled away.

“I promise I will get breakfast for you every day if you like it that much.” You laughed with a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes, and you looked away.

“I thought you left,” your small voice shrank in embarrassment that you had jumped to conclusions so quickly. You couldn’t bring yourself to explain further.

But you didn’t have to. He wrapped you in a bear hug crushing you into his chest, his lips nuzzled into the crown of your head, his body heat invigorating you.

“I’m sorry, I should have texted or let you know where I was.”

“No, it’s silly. I was being overdramatic.”

“It’s not silly. And I’m not going anywhere.”

“But what does that mean?” you asked in exasperation. He pulled away and looked at you in disbelief that you would even ask such a question.

“What do you want it to mean?” You bit your lip in frustration.

“Daniel, don’t be obtuse. In a couple of hours we’re getting on different planes to go to opposite sides of the world.”

“And?”

“We’re not going to see each other.”

“Well then it’s a good thing I know people with private jets.”

“I still have to work.”

“I’ll come to you.”

“My apartment is small.”

“I can pack light.”

“What if you meet someone else when we’re not together?” He let out an irritated sigh.

“I don’t want to meet anyone else.”

You were stumped. He could read the confused look on your face and gently grabbed the sides of your shoulders. “You know, for someone so smart you can be really dumb sometimes.” You crossed your arms.

“Hey!”

“I know it’s hard for you to believe for some reason, but I want to give this a real shot. I want to take you on a proper date. See what things look like when I’m not paying you to spend time with me.”

You looked down, feeling a little guilty about how much you doubted him. You couldn’t help that you were risk averse by nature.

“Did you just… Socratic method me to get me to understand that you like me?”

“Did it work?”

“Let’s just say you have a bright future as a law school professor if this whole driving thing doesn’t work out.” You paused for a moment, still trying to wrap your head around everything. “So… you really want to give this a go?” He rolled his eyes.

“Is it really that hard to believe?”

“I mean – yeah, a little. The world that you operate in is just so much different than mine. Your world consists of beautiful people.”

“You’re beautiful,” he retorted. You blushed but didn’t let the comment throw you off your stride.

“You know what I mean. Your world is glamorous and luxurious. My world is average. It’s a lot of take-out, it’s late nights on the phone with Joe, it’s boring suits, it’s work - without the recognition and without the spotlight. You could have any actress or model or singer in the world and you pick me. Can you blame me for being skeptical?” His face fell slightly as he realized that you didn’t think your shine was bright enough for him. But it was quickly replaced with something mischievous.

“What are you talking about? You’re a singer,” he said matter-of-factly. You rolled your eyes.

“You’ve unfortunately seen me do karaoke, we both know that’s a lie.”

“Your morning shower performances beg to differ.” He laughed at the terror that flashed before your eyes as you threw your hands over your mouth, but quickly reassured you. “I’ve listened to you every morning since we got here. It’s the best part of my day, until I see you.” He pried your hands from your face, holding them in his. “And the last thing you are, is average. Can we please just try?”

You bit your lip, unable to contain the blush spurred by his words of affirmation. The squeeze of his hands on yours caused the dormant butterflies in your stomach to flutter their delicate wings and rise to your chest. A comforting warmth enveloped you, it rose to your cheeks and the answer was there plain as day on your face for him and the world to see. No, it couldn’t hurt to try.

“Only if… you’ll do a duet with me.” After holding his breath for what seemed like eternity, his joy and happiness hanging in the balance waiting for your response, he broke into a toothy grin that used every dimple and laugh line on his face. Without skipping a beat, he threw you over his shoulder and made his way to the bathroom leaving a trail of your giggles in his wake.

“I’m ready for my audition.”

[more-mara]

F1 Fanfic Masterlist

I WRITE NSFW SO IF THATS NOT FOR YOU THEN CLICK AWAY!!

Here is a list (with links) of all of my fics!

I also have some shorter things on this page that you can find by clicking the ‘maras fics’ tag on this post!

(Just click on the fic title and it will bring you to AO3!)

MY AO3 👉 HERE

Take Me As I Am - E - Lando and the consequences of calling Oscar ‘Osc’

Lando Norris/ Oscar Piastri

Lando Norris/ Carlos Sainz (briefly)

Misunderstanding - T - Lando thinks he’s pregnant and freaks the fuck out. This is NOT mpreg, Lando is just an absolute moron who lacks cognitive function

Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri

We’ve Been Compromised! 5+1 - E - Five times Oscar caught Lando in compromising positions with other men + one time he was the other man.

Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri

Lando Norris/Max Verstappen

Lando Norris/Carlos Sainz

Lando Norris/Charles Leclerc

Lando Norris/Alex Albon/George Russell

Lando Norris/Daniel Ricciardo

A Letter to My First Love - G - Lando, Oscar, and a love letter

Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri

The Price of Your Love - E - The much needed Carcar sugar daddy AU

Oscar Piastri/Carlos Sainz

Call Me - E - Carlos takes Oscar’s virginity and doesn’t call back in the morning

Oscar Piastri/Carlos Sainz

Heat of The Moment - M - Oscar goes into an unexpected heat.

Oscar Piastri/Carlos Sainz

Radio Silence - E - This is just Carcar hate sex lmao

Oscar Piastri/Carlos Sainz

Unwanted Changes - M - Carlos and Lando have a domestic dispute over facial hair

Lando Norris/Carlos Sainz

How Did It Ever Come To This? - M - Carlos and Lando struggle with their PR relationship.

Lando Norris/Carlos Sainz

Lando Norris/Daniel Ricciardo

Under-negotiated - M - Lando and Max make out in the changing rooms after their little padel date.

Lando Norris/Max Verstappen

Looking for attention, needed intervention - G - Oscar can shapeshift into a cat and that’s pretty much the entire plot.

Oscar Piastri/Max Verstappen

Draped in Red - E- Oscar calls Charles daddy and gets railed by C2.

Oscar Piastri/Carlos Sainz/Charles Leclerc

Singular Tastes - E - Oscar struggles with his identity as an alpha and Carlos helps (fucks) him through it.

Oscar Piastri/Carlos Sainz

Thats My Boy - E - Morally ambiguous OscarMark smut.

Oscar Piastri/Mark Webber

Time And Time Again - E - Oscar accidentally time travels and meets Carlos from 17 years in the future.

Oscar Piastri/Carlos Sainz

The Illusion of Coincidence - M - Oscar ends up in the wrong place at the wrong time and has a run in with a man who happens to be a mafia kingpin. (ONGOING)

Oscar Piastri/Carlos Sainz

• Under The Radar - E - Carlos and Oscar join the mile high club.

Oscar Piastri/Carlos Sainz

• One More Night - E - Catboy Oscar gets dicked down. Oscar Piastri/Carlos Sainz

• Voiceless Whispers - M - Lando trying to get his dick wet throughout the 2024 season but Oscar is oblivious as hell. But it’s never that simple

Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri

[kimio7]

Fics that defined my love of f1 rpf

In celebration of literally nothing actually, i bring you a fic rec list of some of my favourites!!! very condensed (100+ -> 15 not even including tumblr fics) and im kinda sad i cant put all of my favs down lol but these are like my must reads!!

pleaseeee read these if u havent already its all amazing even if you dont vibe with the ships themselves

Strollonso:

silver platter by atwater | E | 9k

Literally the first fic I've ever read and basically got me into this fandom (and ship). Theyre both so unhinged and amazing it's a very fun read. Probably the best written lance ive every read.

Make Sound by antimonyandthyme | E | 1k

Makes me so fucking insane no notes this is just amazing oh my god

I make two grand an hour by Kaytheologie | E | 3k

Literally so hot and so amazing. lance is so bitchy in this one is great. amazing writing and amazing premise, literally inspired me to sketch out something right after (might finish it at some point)

Sewis:

provenance by ecorone | M | 18K

Literally the fic that introduced and made me fall in love with sewis. it wrecked me like i still havent recovered at all. the writing itself is just, i vibe to it so much

The Numbering at Bethlehem by Kaytheologie | E | 26k

might be one of my favourite fics, ever. what a masterpiece genuinely the environment is just so immersive and lush. ive reread it a dozen time and it never gets old

Brocedes:

you're my purple candy high by nothoughtsjustvibes | M | 5k

baby's first brocedes 🥹 started my love affair with emotional destruction. ruined me when i just first read it and ruined me every time after that. The writing is so profound and laid out their tragedy bare.

the torture of small talk with someone you used to love by finedae | T | 2k

baby's first nico fic!! it also destroyed me!! i think this is the one that made me join f1br bc i was just so obsessed with the writing i needed to know what the author was like lol.

3344:

special research vessels by ecorone | M | 15k

listen i thought this ship wouldve been more popular than it is LOL or at least not as hated. regardless, i love this fic so much. I love the environment, I love the dialogue, the characterization, everything. It's just such an amazing reading experience

matchstick people by ecorone | E | 60k

if you havent noticed by now, im obsessed with this author. the prose, the characterizations, how beautifully the magical realism of it all was realized. horror as a genre is so underutilized in fanfics as a whole but when its done, its done amazingly. love love love

Others:

crude generalisations and vulgar simplifications by crescenteluce | E | 14k | Alexander Albon/George Russell

This fic is THE galex fic for me. it so funny and the writing is so witty its just fun to read. love the way the environment is constructed and it everything just feels so real. amazing

it's more than I can bear: this interminable want, turning and turning. by Anonymous | E | 2k | Fernando Alonso/George Russell

The vibes are rancid, the ships are niche, the writing is good. what more do you need? i love reading this and i love thinking about this.

Amen by sirius | M | 9k | Fernando Alonso/Lewis Hamilton

THE ferwis fic is my mind and mad me unreasonably obsessed with this ship. its so well written- like i love the characterization so much it makes me insane.

on golden sands bysionisjaune | T | 6k | Lewis Hamilton/Nico Rosberg/Sebastian Vettel

Listen, this and the ships that go sailing are both just amazingly entertaining fics. its objectively such a good read and i enjoy spending my time reading it. its just so fun!

steal the air out of my lungs (make me feel it) by nahco3 | E | 26K | Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen

My favourite medical au fic!! ever!!! everything is just so well realized and the characterization is just spot on!! love everything about this fic and nothing i say can fully explain how amazing this fic is!!!

Shutter Speed byantimonyandthyme | E | 18k | Sebastian Vettel/Mark Webber

got me into photography lol. made me purchase my first actual camera. dont know what else to say its just that amazing

[mythicalmaven]

PROMPTLIST [REQUESTS OPEN] | F1

masterlist

♥ I made a promplist in case people wanted to request something, but aren't sure what to :) ♥ Just let me know the numbers you've chosen, which driver(s) you want it to be about & if you want fluff or smut (or both) & I'll try to write it asap💕 (im open to write a lot of types of pairing, like f.e. f!reader, m!reader, driver x driver or maybe even a threesome or foursome, whatever you like)

♥which drivers can you request? lando norris, oscar piastri, daniel ricciardo, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, alex albon, george russell, logan sargeant, pierre gasly, oliver bearman, franco colapinto, max verstappen, liam lawson, kimi antonelli, jack doohan

⬇️ Down here you can find a list with either fluff, smut, angsty prompts out of which you can choose (feel free to combine)

PROMPTLIST (smut&fluff)

"use my thigh"

"if you wanted to see me naked this bad, all you had to do was ask"

"like what you see?"

"don't be shy, touch me"

"keep your eyes on me, love"

"Can you be good for me?" 

"It's so hot when you talk like that." 

"if you keep looking at me like that, we won't make it to the bedroom"

"but what about the cameras?" - "they can't see us from this angle, if you stay still"

"you look su fucking hot right now"

"you have no idea what you do to me"

"do you wish it was *name* touching you right now?"

"you’re fucking soaked"

"Care to join me?"

"Do you like it when I talk like that?" 

“touch yourself, i want to watch"

"you can practice on me"

"fucking hell, if I knew you were this good, I would have gotten you on your knees earlier"

"Do you have any idea how many times I thought about you.. with my hand down my pants.."

"let them know you're mine"

"you want me, don't you?"

"don't make me say it"

"I..uh.." - "I have never done this before"

"We can take things slow if you want?"

"We don't have to have a label, if you don't want to"

"i didn't realize I was in love with you until it was too late to stop"

"okay, maybe I have a crush on you! So what?" 

"we shouldn't do this"

"Leave me alone." - "Don't say things you don't mean" 

"i don’t want anyone else."

"what does this make us?"

"Do you really think it’s so crazy to feel that way about me?"

"nobody can know about this, okay?"

"I think about you all the time."

"Are you blushing?! That’s adorable."

"you're so cute"

"So.. this is the part where we kiss, right?"

"I never thought you'd feel the same?"

"Did you just kiss me to shut me up?"

"I don’t want him/her. I want you."

"is that my shirt/hoodie/jacket?"

"My eyes are up here, babygirl:

"Jealous? Me? Pff.. absolutely not" - "Okay.. fine.. I am jealous. Happy now?"

"I'm not jealous, it's just that you belong to me"

"God, I am so in love with you"

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that"

"But.. I thought you said you didn't feel the same"

"For my sanity, i think we should start dating"

"Do you even need to ask?"

"I don't think I can explain it either, but yeah. Yeah, I do."

masterlist

[linaslivery]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎…

` ` 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀’𝐒 ����𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓! ` `

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 ‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.

Hello and welcome to Lina’s 1K Event! For this event, I chose 10 (fav # hehe) of my favorite songs and you guys will be able to pick a song and request who (F1 Edition)!

What to do…

Select a song

Request the love interest with the song (same one can be for multiple songs!)

You are also able to come up with your own scenario as long as it correlates with the meaning of the song!

EXAMPLE: “Hello! Can I request __(driver/song)__ with __(song/driver__? (Insert Explanation of what is wanted if there is one)”

Rules…

Nothing that is considered “dark romance” (i don’t believe in anything called dark romance. It’s either romance where the characters are actually LOVING, or a psychological thriller.)

Please be kind with requests! Kindness is key!

PLEASE PLEASE BE PATIENT!!

That is about it! I’m very flexible with rules :)

Who I write for…

Drivers: Max Verstappen, Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz, Lando Norris, Lewis Hamilton, Fernando Alonso, Pierre Gasly, Oscar Piastri, Daniel Ricciardo, Yuki Tsunoda, Logan Sargeant, Alex Albon

I also don’t mind incorporating the WAGS as another love intrest in with driver x reader fics! I

WAGS I can Write for if wanted: Lily M, Lily Z, Alexandra, Kika, and Rebecca

Author’s Note(s)…

just realized all my songs are angsty… whoops!!

I do in fact see your requests!! I just prefer to upload the request and fic when the fic is ready 🩷

i try to get my fics out fast but it takes time. please, please be patient.

Happy reading! 🤍 ⋆ ࣪.

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ‧₊˚📀✩♬ ₊˚.

1. AS IT WAS | HARRY STYLES - FIC HAS BEEN POSTED!

`` 𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒖𝒔 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔. ``

2. FEATHER | SABRINA CARPENTER - FIC HAS BEEN POSTED!

`` 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 (𝒂𝒉) 𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 (𝒂𝒉) ``

3. GOODBYE, MY DANISH SWEETHEART | MITSKI - FIC HAS BEEN POSTED!

`` 𝑺𝒐 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝑩𝒖𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝑰 𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 ``

4. LACY | OLIVIA RODRIGO - FIC HAS BEEN POSTED

`` 𝑳𝒂𝒄𝒚, 𝒐𝒉, 𝑳𝒂𝒄𝒚, 𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒉, 𝑰 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ``

5. LOVER | TAYLOR SWIFT - FIC HAS BEEN POSTED!

`` 𝑳𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏, 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅? 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 ``

6. NOT ALLOWED | TV GIRL - FIC HAS BEEN POSTED!

`` 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝑰 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 '𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑺𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 ``

7. SLIPPING THROUGH MY FINGERS | ABBA - FIC HAS BEEN POSTED!

`` 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑺𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 ``

8. “SLUT!” | TAYLOR SWIFT - FIC HAS BEEN POSTED!

`` 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒛𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒅-𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏' 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 ``

9. SOMETHIN’ STUPID | FRANK SINATRA - FIC HAS BEEN POSTED!

`` 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐨𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧' 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, "𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮" ``

10. TOUCH TANK | QUINNIE - FIC HAS BEEN POSTED!

`` 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝑺𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 ``

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‘I've got a collar full of chemistry from your company’ ~ Oscar Piastri/Carlos Sainz Jr, 6k, E

‘Coffee's for Closers’ ~ George Russell/Carlos Sainz Jr, 24.6k, E

'I'm addicted to your face (you're the kind that I always crave) ' ~ Oscar Piastri/Carlos Sainz Jr, 10k, E

'Catch me floating circles in my fishbowl' ~ Oscar Piastri/Carlos Sainz Jr, 22.7k, E

‘I made a fist and not a plan’ ~ Oscar Piastri/Carlos Sainz Jr, 8.2k, E

‘I feel something coming over me (maybe it’s the tide)’ ~ Oscar Piastri/Carlos Sainz Jr, 5.3k, T

‘As the world falls, the way it falls, I fall too’ ~ Oscar Piastri/Carlos Sainz Jr, 3.6k, M

‘This ain’t a scene, it’s a goddamn arms race’ ~ Oscar Piastri/Carlos Sainz Jr, 38k, E

‘June is the coldest month of the year’ ~ George Russell/Max Verstappen, 30k, E

‘It seems strange that we are finally alone and still not dancing’ ~ Charles Leclerc/Carlos Sainz Jr, 39k, E

'Doctor, call the undertaker (This one might be bad)' ~ Daniel Ricciardo/George Russell, 14k, E

‘Sunday morning views’ ~ Pierre Gasly/Lando Norris, 6.5k, M

‘I’m sorry that the world collapsed (in the palm of your hands)’ ~ Charles Leclerc/Carlos Sainz Jr, 4k, M

‘Somewhere in these eyes (I’m on your side)’ ~ Carlos Sainz Jr/Max Verstappen, 2.7k, M

‘In my mind I thought the birds would sing and sparks would fly (But it's just quiet)’ ~ Alexander Albon/Yuki Tsunoda, 34k, E

‘I’m tryna be happy ‘til it hurts’ ~ Daniel Ricciardo/Lando Norris, 40k, E

‘Wheels hit the concrete when you need a cup of sweet tea’ ~ Charles Leclerc/Carlos Sainz Jr, 31k, E

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FOREVER IS THE SWEETEST CON ✦ DR3

✦ DEBRIEF: While isolating in a hotel room, some things can't be ignored any more and, as stars fade in the dawn's light, some bonds were meant to be broken, like whispers carried away by the desert wind.

✦ PAIRING: daniel ricciardo x famous!latina!reader

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✦ TRACK LIMITS: female!reader, latina!reader, established relationship, lots of angst, covid-19 & quarantine mentions, there's a nine-year age gap, forced proximity (if you squint), language.

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Wednesday, just a day before his scheduled morning session, the symptoms began to show. They knew from the moment he started to complain about his body aching all over. The uncertainty and concern were present from the first moment, intensifying when, as a precaution, he underwent several medical tests to verify whether he suffered from Covid or not. However, the first test came back negative. It was a breath of relief, at least for a moment. But on Friday afternoon the alarms went off, and the Aussie driver's negative became a terrifying positive that further disrupted the false peace that they had tried so hard to preserve in recent weeks.

Practice for the opening race was scheduled for the following Friday, and having to isolate in accordance with local regulations meant that Daniel would go into the new season without having driven the car since last month.

Locked away from the outside world, tension brewed within the confines of a hotel room. This forced proximity only served to accentuate the strains that had long been present. The fraying edges of your relationship were now illuminated under the harsh fluorescent lights, magnified by the claustrophobic confinement of quarantine.

You entered the bedroom and found him lying on the bed, wearing a navy shirt and a pair of sweats, his feet locked at the ankles and his attention focused on his phone.

“How are you feeling?”

“’m fine,” he sighed.

“Do you need anything?” you tried again.

“Nope.”

You went to lay down on your side of the bed. “Heard Lando had problems with the car today.”

“Seems the car is even shittier than last year.” He let out a dry laugh. “But I wouldn’t know because I’m stuck in this fucking hotel room for the rest of the week.”

“Look on the bright side, you’ve got a couple of extra days to relax before the craziness of the season begins.” You gave a half shrug.

“Wouldn’t exactly call this relaxing. But you wouldn’t understand.”

“What does that mean? I know how you’re feeling-”

He shook his head and huffed, dropping his phone on the bed. “No, that’s the thing. You don’t know, sweetheart. How would you know? You didn’t get a fucking positive result and was forced to stay inside these walls, watching how everyone else gets the chance to freely try out their cars before they really have to focus on the season. You’re only stuck here as a precaution. It’s funny, you know…” He snorted. “You’ve been traveling a lot lately. And it’s been fine in the meantime. But as soon as you get here—”

“Are you saying that all of this is my fault?” The tension in the room was palpable as the argument raged on.

He rubbed his forehead as he looked up at the ceiling. He wouldn't even look at you — and somehow that annoyed you even more.

“Oh, I’m sorry for not being considerate enough to also get sick, it’s not like I can actually control that. But that might be my fucking fault, too. I’m too fucking busy being worried about your health. My bad.” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm your beating heart. You turned back over to face away from him.

You felt so tired and hurt. In the last few days, these walls have felt like a battleground, waiting for you to engage in combat. And all you keep doing is try to stand tall pretending to be the bravest soldier.

It all began with the relentless hate that had been heaped upon you recently. At first, it was fine, it was expected, and you would laugh about the things they were saying. You must have been blinded by the honeymoon phase, as some people call it, but all things must come to an end. Lately, Daniel's devoted fans had turned into a fierce mob, outraged and blaming you for his performance last year, saying it was all the time he's been spending with you instead of focusing on his career. The hateful comments and messages had started to poison the relationship.

You guessed that it was easier when you were the only target. It was bearable to an extent; you could take it. Wasn't the first time it happened, and you supposed it was all part of the “big show”. But once they started targeting him too – things took a 180-degree turn.

Daniel and you had been inseparable for two years, celebrating your anniversary not too long ago. Now, you both lay silently in your hotel room; the once fiery love now reduced to smoldering embers.

He sighed and turned his head in your direction. “Babe, I—”

“It’s okay.” You mumbled squeezing your eyes shut, trying to keep in the tears that threatened to fall. “Goodnight.”

He covered his eyes with his hands; he didn’t mean to snap at you like that. He could hear you taking deep breaths, and something in his chest felt heavy. This need to bicker, to fight with you had been present for a few weeks, but lately had reached an all-time high.

The 2021 Formula 1 season had brought with it a surge of emotions that Daniel hadn't anticipated. As he settled into his new role with McLaren, the pressure to prove he was the more experienced driver in his first year with the team weighed heavily on his shoulders.

Every race was a chance to show the world that he still had what it took to compete at the highest level of motorsport. The expectations were high, and the scrutiny was relentless. Fans, the media, and fellow drivers all wondered if the Honey Badger could return to his former glory.

The season brought a mix of highs and lows. The highlight, undoubtedly, was the victory in Monza. It was a moment that should have been celebrated longer as a triumph for both Daniel and McLaren. However, amidst the jubilation, there was a bitter undercurrent of frustration. It seemed that the team's focus was already shifting to the next race, their first win in 12 years overshadowed by the relentless march of time.

Daniel's frustration grew as he watched the spotlight turn away from Monza's victory. He yearned for the recognition, the culmination of a year of hard work and perseverance. But as the season continued, the pressure only increased. The wins were non-existent, and the losses weighed heavily on him, each one gnawing at his confidence.

The expectations for the coming season were higher than ever. He knew that he had to perform at his best to silence the critics and prove that he still had that competitive edge. The weight of those expectations seemed to hang over him, a constant reminder of the challenges that lay ahead.

Each race weekend would become a test, a chance to prove himself once again. The roar of the engines, the smell of burning rubber, and the pressure of the competition were all part of the Formula 1 world that he loved, but they also added to the mounting stress.

You couldn’t sleep at all.

Sleep evaded you that night. Your mind was racing a mile a minute, trying to figure out how to fix the fractured parts of the relationship. Where did it go wrong? The question replayed over and over again like a broken record.

You stretched your arm to grab your phone from the nightstand and check the time.

2:30 A.M. Just a little bit less than 4 hours until the sun would come out. And 5 more days until you both would be free to leave this room.

You stood up from the bed and went to Daniel’s bedside table to look for the fingertip pulse oximeter. Once you found it, you knelt down and took his hand, careful not to wake him, and placed the oximeter on the tip of his index finger. After a few seconds of waiting for the values to remain constant, you sighed with relief when a big 98 appeared under the oxygen saturation. Thankfully, his symptoms were not of great concern, and he showed constant improvements. But you didn’t want to risk it, so every few hours you made sure to check his vitals just so you could have a little peace of mind. Especially when he was sleeping.

You couldn’t help but look at him for a moment. He looked to be in a profound state of sleep, so calm and so beautiful. His features, usually animated and lively, rested in a serene calm. You observed the rise and fall of his chest, the tranquil expressions that danced across his face, and the gentle harmony of his breathing. In these hushed moments, it was like nothing had changed, where you were still you and he was still the same Daniel that promised you that you were a team.

As you gazed upon him, your heart was a mix of conflicting emotions. On one hand, there was the undeniable warmth and affection that comes from witnessing his vulnerability in slumber. Yet, a touch of sadness lingered, a bittersweet reminder of the unresolved tension from the previous fight. The serenity of his sleep served as a poignant backdrop to your disagreements, and you desperately longed for the chance to mend the rift and return to the peace you once shared.

It didn’t take long for the tears to appear again and you couldn’t help but curse being so sensitive. You stood up; you knew that going back to bed was useless, so you headed out of the room. You ended up curled up on the couch in the dark living room of your hotel room, the soft glow of your phone screen casting a bright light on your tear-streaked face. You debated whether calling one of the girls or just text them in need of letting all this helplessness out. But you didn't want to bother them with your problems, you knew they already had enough with their owns. So, you gave up on the idea.

Your relationship with Daniel had been a whirlwind of love and excitement, a passionate journey that had weathered ups and downs, but always coming out stronger on the other side. Now, you weren’t so sure you would come out of this unscathed.

Was it time to let it go? You couldn’t help but wonder. You weren’t new to this predicament. It happened before with your last relationship. But with Harry, the revelation that it was over came naturally and gently. You both were on the same page and knew it was inevitable. But with Daniel, your heart told you to continue, begged you to keep fighting while your mind was sending out warning signals that you chose to completely ignore.

The bright Bahraini sun shone through the big windows when Daniel, out of habit, rolled over to pull your body closer and instead felt the coldness of the sheets on your side of the bed. He opened his eyes and searched around the room. The bathroom door was open, and the lights were off, so you couldn’t be there. He stood up and left the room, yawning. He found you in the same place you ended up last night, curled up and holding a pillow to your chest.

The dark bags under your eyes were more prominent this morning. He couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt in his chest at the sight of you. He got closer and leaned down to place a tender kiss on your forehead and felt you stir for a moment before slowly opening your eyes. You rubbed your eyes before looking up at him silently.

“Hey.”

“Hi,” you said in a sleepy voice.

“What are you doing here?” he yawned, taking a seat on the couch as you moved back to give him space.

“Couldn’t sleep,” you replied in a muted voice, eyes downcast, fiddling with your fingernails.

And that was the routine after an argument: fight. One of you would try to walk away to calm down (most of the time it was you). Pretend nothing happened and go back to normal – well, whatever normal meant these days. Repeat.

A heavy silence settled between you. He leaned back on the couch, just staring at your face. He knew he should say something. Apologize even. But the words refused to come out. Meanwhile, thoughts swirled in your mind, doubts that had been lingering for a while now. Was it all in your head? Had you been the problem all along?

No.

As the seconds ticked by, the fog began to lift, and with it came a newfound clarity. It wasn't all in your head, and you weren't the sole problem. You had believed for so long it was your responsibility to make things right, to hold everything together. But it had been a shared responsibility, a partnership that had eroded in different ways.

Yes. You had both contributed to this.

You had underestimated the significance of his actions, his choices, and his words. In the process of taking all the blame, you had overlooked how he had let things slip away, how he had failed to communicate, and how he had allowed the distance to grow. You realized that it was a two-way street, and while you had been quick to accept responsibility for your part, it was time for both of you to acknowledge your roles in your shared demise.

Something within you was stirring, a growing realization that you couldn't keep shouldering the blame for everything. It wasn't fair to you, nor was it the path to a healthy and equal relationship.

"I can't do this anymore, Daniel," you murmured, your eyes brimming with sadness.

"No, no no— no we're not doing this—"

“Amor, please,” you pleaded in a whisper. Tears welled up in your eyes, but your resolve held firm. “We've been arguing about everything lately. All of this is hurting us. Your fans—”

Daniel's heart ached, but he lashed out in defense. “You know it's not that simple! I can't control what my fans say—”

Your irritation boiled over. "But you can defend me, Daniel! You can stand up for us!”

Frustration welled up in Daniel, his voice growing sharper. "I'm trying to protect what's left of my career, YN! Last season was awful for me, apart from one win, which was insignificant, apparently. I've got my own fucking problems!” He stood up forcefully and started to pace around the room.

Your anger flared and big angry tears streamed down your face. “You think it's only your career that's on the line? What about us? We're supposed to be a team, supporting each other. ‘Us against everything else’, remember? But you're making it all about you!” you screamed at him, standing up from where you were previously sitting.

He suddenly stopped in front of you. “You're too young and naive to understand the pressure I'm under. It's not just about us. It's about my career, it’s about my life! And that’s very rich coming from you,” he scoffed. “What about your fans, huh? The hate I'm getting from them and other people, it's taking a fucking toll!” he hissed. You stared at him, feeling shocked by his words. He kept going. “And let’s not forget how fucking clingy you’ve been. You suffocate me sometimes. Must be nice to have a job where you can just drop everything anytime you want and take paid vacations to follow me around.”

His words left you feeling as though the ground had been yanked from beneath your feet.

You're too young and naive. How fucking clingy you’ve been — You suffocate me sometimes. His words echoed incessantly in your mind like a stuck playback.

When did the insecurities shared transform into arrows, aimed at your most profound wounds?

You snapped, “You knew what you were getting into when we started dating. And I warned you. I gave you an out so many times, but you decided to stay.” A bitter laugh left your mouth. “You said I was the greatest risk you’ve ever taken and the greatest reward—”

“And I did think that, YN,” he uttered. “We lived inside a bubble for so long, but reality is different. Maybe we rushed into this too soon.”

“Come on, bury my heart deeper, Danielito. If that's what you're trying to do— it's working,” you said with a pained smile, eyes only focused on him.

The room seemed to grow colder, and your voices decreased in volume. But the damage had been done. Daniel realized the pain his words had caused, but his own frustration clouded his judgment. “This wouldn’t even be a problem, if you wouldn’t make one out of it,” he muttered bitterly.

“Please, don’t make this worse than it already is,” you agonized; your voice was shaky. Invisible claws of grief and anguish were tearing at the muscles and tendons in your chest. You never knew that emotions could possess such tangible, physical presence.

“If only we had met on different grounds. Then maybe things would have been different, we would be different.”

You couldn't help but add more fuel to the fire. You lacked the capacity for a graceful exit, and if you were aflame, you'd ensure that he, too, would turn to ashes. “Do you mean what if I was different?” A new wave of anger swept over you.

That question caught him off guard, forcing Daniel to pause and stare at you, honest surprise and confusion coloring his face. “What?”

Your voice trembled with a mix of frustration and hurt as you confronted him. “Heidi's constant presence in the paddock these past few months, the way you've been talking to her, and how people are speculating about you two... It's causing me to doubt myself and my place in your life.”

Daniel's brows furrowed, and his voice carried irritation. “YN, this is ridiculous. Heidi is just a friend. We've been through this countless times.”

You inched forward as you tried to make him understand. “I know she's your friend, but the way you've been spending time with her lately... it's different. I can't shake off the feeling that there might be something more.”

Daniel rolled his eyes, his frustration mounting. “You're being crazy, YN. We're just friends, and it's unfair of you to accuse me, and especially her, like this.” In a further defensive move, he shot back, “You're the one who had those cheating rumors circulating, not me. You should know how destructive and unfounded these accusations can be. And now, you're doing the same thing with Heidi?”

It felt like a hard punch to your gut, you took in a sharp breath, “So, you're bringing this up again? We already cleared the air about those false accusations when they hit us. I would never dare cheat on you!” Your frustration was palpable.

“And why is it so fucking hard to believe I wouldn’t either?” Suddenly, you could clearly see how sadness clouded his features.

The room seemed to close in around you both. Then, all of a sudden, you realized that healing from this and moving forward required a level of understanding and compassion that seemed beyond reach in the heat of this argument.

In that moment, you knew for certain that it was over. The love you had once celebrated, the memories you had shared, now felt like distant echoes of a happier time.

How did you both allow things to spiral into such chaos? This living room had transformed into a battleground, where words cut like knives. Where were the Daniel and YN who were deeply in love? The ones who, for the first time, felt safe to be vulnerable and discuss a future they had envisioned together; one with a couple of tiny little feet running around the farm in a couple of years and joking about how wild a perfect mix of Australian and Latino genes would be. Now, you stood face to face, unrecognizable, refusing to show any sign of surrender.

It wasn’t supposed to end like this.

It wasn’t supposed to end at all.

The silence in the room was suffocating. All the energy and adrenaline left your body at once. You felt emotionally drained, as though a storm had swept through your heart and left it battered and exhausted.

You took a sit back on the couch and ran your hands across your face, squeezing your eyes shut. “We can't go on like this.”

So, this is it, Daniel thought. Dread twisted in his gut; he felt like he might throw up. His shoulders slumped and he raked his fingers through his hair as he took a seat next to you. The vulnerability in your words cut him deeply, but he understood the gravity of the situation. "You're right," he admitted, his voice choked with emotion. “We tried, didn’t we? We gave it our best shot” a sad smile adorned his tired face. “For what it’s worth, I really am sorry. I never wanted to hurt you.” he murmured as tears shone in his eyes.

“I'm sorry, too. I wanted to make it work. I always just wanted to be the one.” Your heart seemed to shatter into even smaller fragments. As you wiped away a single tear that trickled down your cheek, the physical act of brushing it away only served to accentuate the profound pain that had settled within your chest. It felt as though each tear carried with it a piece of your shattered dreams and the love that was now slipping through your fingers like grains of sand. In that fleeting moment, your heartache intensified, and you realized that this breakup was leaving you more broken than you had ever thought possible.

As the final words echoed in the room, you, your tears spent, turned and walked out into the bedroom, leaving Daniel alone with the weight of what had just transpired.

As soon as you left the room, you locked yourself in the bathroom and texted Blake. You asked him if there was any chance, he could talk to the hotel so you could get another room for the remaining time you had to be in quarantine. The request took him by complete surprise, and you explained shortly that Daniel and you had just broken up.

He assured you he was going to do everything in his power to get you a new room. You were sure that as soon as you hung up the phone, he was already texting Daniel asking for a better explanation.

As you sat on the bathroom floor, the pain was all-encompassing, a relentless throb deep within your chest that left you gasping for air. It felt as though a gaping void had taken up residence in your heart, and you weren’t sure how to fill it.

Tears flowed freely down your cheeks. Numbness had started to settle in. A surreal feeling that this couldn't be real, that you would wake up from this nightmare at any moment. You wished that a switch would flip and make it all go away, but the pain persisted.

Bitterness and anger boiled within you. You felt wronged by the universe, by the cruel twist of fate that had torn you both apart. You resented the public scrutiny, the relentless judgment from fans and strangers alike, and the demands of your high-profile careers.

You felt unbearably alone. You longed for Daniel’s presence, for the familiar comfort of his arms, but he was no longer yours to hold. Your heart ached for the man you thought, for a short period, you would spend the rest of your life with, even though you knew that was no longer possible. The pain of heartbreak was, for you, an agonizing and inescapable reality, and you had yet to discover how to heal and move forward.

Turns out Blake went beyond of what you initially asked for. He arranged for you to take the PCR test again to confirm that you had not contracted the virus while sharing a room with Daniel.

After two slow and torturous days, where you spent your time curled up on the couch and Daniel spent his in the bedroom — a decision you made, he was the sick one after all. After two consecutive negative results, you were given the green light to leave. You had already packed your things after your call with Blake a few days ago, hoping you could change rooms. He had asked you if you needed anything else, saying he was willing to facilitate everything for you. He saw you as a fundamental part of this little dysfunctional family and had developed a deep affection for you. You couldn’t thank him enough.

Soon you had a plane waiting to take you back to L.A., to a house, not a home, all alone. You were leaving behind what you've come to realize was your home in the last two years.

You awkwardly said goodbye to Daniel. Your voice sounded tired, while he shifted on his feet on the threshold of the bedroom door. Curls wild, beard a bit longer than the past days and the bags under his eyes looked even more prominent. Despite the visible signs of weariness on both of you, you still couldn't draw any solace from the shared pain.

You knew you had to find your own path, to heal from these wounds, and to rediscover who you were outside of the relationship. As the plane took off, you made a silent promise to yourself to emerge from this ordeal stronger, wiser, and ready to face the world, no matter how unforgiving it might be.

[babyboydaniel]

Morning Sun (M) | Daniel Ricciardo x Lando Norris

Warnings: smut | word count: 1.3K

This is a random one-shot I wrote today, it has not been edited so sorry for any grammar mistakes or misspelling. I just have been soft for Dando and needed to write something.

The soft haze of the morning sun settled over the room. A hum of distant cars and light conversations were a source of comfort. And the warmth that enveloped every inch of his body brought him absolute peace.

Mornings like this were Lando’s favorite. Everything felt soft. Tender. Intimate in a way that is hard to describe. A feeling that doesn’t have a word in the English language.

His mind was distanced from racing, from the drama of the paddock, from the absurdity of the media and the societal pressures of being a F1 driver.

He was instead tangled in the limbs of his boyfriend. All worries abandoned and replaced with absolute contentment.

Absently, Lando delicately ran his fingers through Daniel’s tousled curls. Staring at Daniel could be considered one of Lando’s favorite pastimes. His eyes flitted from the strong slope of his nose, his pillowy pink lips, the laugh lines lax with sleep, the soft curl of his eyelashes. He could go on. There is so much about him that is undeniably beautiful and equally soft. If Lando was a poet he would have written several books by now. Waxing on about every minuscule detail. Bleeding an abundance of love all over each page. But, sadly he is not, instead he attempts to capture this version of Daniel in photographs. Though they never quite do his feelings justice.

As his mind drifted, he felt the delicate press of lips against his chest, “Good morning,” Daniel whispered.

“Good morning,” Lando responded just as quietly. His hand moved from his hair to gently caress his cheek. Daniel leaned into the touch, his eyes still closed and a tiny smile tugged at his lips.

Lando was almost overwhelmed with the flood of emotions that crashed over him as he watched Daniel turn and press a kiss to the palm of his hand.

Daniel did not stop there though, his lips trailed beyond his wrist, past the dip of his elbow, skimming along his collarbone, until they rested against the hinge of his jaw. Lando’s breath hitched as he nipped at the skin there, followed by the flick of his tongue.

“Daniel,” Lando breathed as his fingers returned to his hair.

“Hmm?” Daniel teased as he continued to bite and kiss at his neck. Definitely leaving marks but neither of them could be too fussed to care.

“Come here,” he whined as he lazily tugged on his hips until Daniel was straddling his thighs. Lando moaned as he shifted above him, Daniel brushing against his covered crotch with an erection of his own.

Daniel chuckled lightly as Lando squirmed beneath him. He kissed along his jaw until his lips hovered over his. Lando licked his lips, his tongue grazing Daniel’s bottom lip in the process. Daniel’s eyes shifted to his, his warm, comforting gaze cloaked with uninhibited desire.

“Danny,” Lando whimpered, “want you.”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Please.”

With that Daniel finally pressed his lips against his. But, it wasn’t rushed or desperate. It was tender, so tender. It made Lando’s heart ache. Just a whisper of a barely there touch. Daniel’s hand cradled his face as if he was made of porcelain. Always so gentle with him.

Lando kissed him back with the same amount of love. Pouring out every emotion that consumed him. Wanting Daniel to feel everything that he made him feel. To be adored and cared for and loved.

With a final kiss pressed to his lips, Daniel moved his way back down his neck. Following the marks he left there moments ago. Gliding over the bruised skin until his lips found Lando’s bare chest where he immediately took one of his nipples between his lips. His tongue swirled around the hardened bud as he coaxed moans from Lando. Lando could not help but to chase for more, as he pushed himself against Daniel’s slick mouth. Needing to have more of him.

Daniel released his nipple with a pop, “Greedy,” he teased before resuming his previous actions on the other side.

Lando was unsure of how much time passed as Daniel swapped back and forth from one side of his chest to the other. He did not know if it was due to the diffused morning sun but everything felt a bit floaty. Almost dreamlike. It was pleasure on an entirely different level. More rounded and pliable.

“You still with me?” Daniel questioned, as one of his hands found his. His fingers gently squeezed his own. Urging Lando to return to him.

Lando nodded, “Mmhmm.”

Daniel smiled up at him. Not the wide one that showed all his teeth that people associated with him. One that was special to Lando, filled with the same amount of mirth but balanced out with adoration. A smile that communicated all his feelings and then some without a single word.

“Good,” Daniel murmured before he placed a kiss below his belly button. His fingers danced along the waistband of his underwear, slipping beneath the elastic to touch the soft skin that resided below.

“Daniel,” Lando moaned. His leaking cock caught on the damp fabric of his underwear as his hips thrusted to meet Daniel’s touch.

“More, please.”

With a swift motion, Daniel had him naked. His cock was hot and leaking against his stomach. His desire for Daniel was evident, unable to be hidden. Like a neon sign on a dark street.

“Whatever you want, baby,” Daniel responded while shimming out of his own briefs.

Daniel’s body was beautiful, to put it simply. But, there was something about the way his tanned skin glimmered beneath the filtered sun. The rays softening his lean muscles. His amber eyes golden as he stared down at Lando.

Before Lando had his fill of unabashedly ogling his boyfriend, Daniel had them flipped over. Lando nestled into his lap, his arms immediately wrapped around the others neck while Daniel looped one arm around his back. Lando hissed as his cock brushed against Daniel’s. His hips rocked forward seeking more.

The casual drag of his slick tip against Daniel’s length was not enough. “Danny, please,” Lando whined.

Lando gasped as Daniel pressed his lips to his. A sense of urgency and desperation fell over the pair. Daniel’s tongue parted Lando’s lips, licking into his mouth. The slick feeling of their tongues sliding against each other only made Lando wetter, precum dribbled out from his cock, coating Daniel. Then Daniel grabbed both of them in his hand.

“Fuck,” Lando whimpered as Daniel’s hand glided between them. The sound of their arousal echoed around the room.

Lando tucked his head against Daniel’s neck as he continued to thrust into his fist. His breath came in tiny pants as he brought him closer to the edge. His teeth caught against his bottom lip, fingers gripped the hair at Daniel’s nape. Daniel’s hand splayed against his lower back cradled him closer. His head bent to whisper lovingly filthy words in his ear.

With a moan muffled by Daniel’s neck, Lando released over his fist. His cum coating the tantalizing rose tattoo inked into Daniel’s hand. Daniel quickly followed, swearing under his breath as his release mixed with Lando’s.

Daniel wiped his hand on an abandoned pair of underwear before gently wiping any that remain from their bodies. He pressed a delicate kiss to Lando’s damp curls as he shifted them down the bed until they were laying down once again. This time Lando’s head rested on Daniel’s chest. His body completely covered his boyfriends.

“Love you,” Lando stated as his eyes became harder to keep open. Complete bliss blanketed his body.

“Love you too,” Daniel responded as he hugged him closer.

The two of them laid in bed much longer than planned but they had no where else to be. Plus, mornings with Daniel were unmatched and Lando would take that over anything any day.

[onboardsorasora]

Enchanted AU: Part 36

Your eyes do not deceive you, its a new chapter! (which I started months ago and tabled). We're going back to irregular updates here-- mostly whenever I feel a vibe. If a new plot forms, it forms! I missed these two, happy to write them again.

Enchanted AU - Disney Princess Dan 1 | Part 35

Max placed his hand on Daniel's bouncing thigh as they sat in the back of the SUV. The skyline was a beautiful orange that reminded him of the smoke that followed him around the grandstands.

Perth was beautiful.

Joe had only given him a stern look in place of a shovel talk before shaking his hand. No doubt Grace and Michelle took care of that. Daniel had clutched Joe like his life depended on it and Max was able to see the absolute relief that fluttered over the elder Ricciardo’s face. 

Daniel seemed to get more and more nervous the closer they got to the family ranch. He'd begun biting his cuticles along with his leg hopping.

“What's wrong?” Max leaned over to whisper. Daniel jolted a little before smiling.

“I'm just excited to see everyone I think. It's like been so long.”

“They'll all be happy to see you, I think.” Max knew Daniel meant all the animals in his ‘everyone’ and he couldn't wait to maybe meet some of them. 

They arrived not too long afterwards and there was a flurry of activity. Daniel was scooped up into many hugs and Max was even enfolded into the bosom of an older woman who mumbled to him in Italian. She looked at Max's face this way and that from varying angles before she smiled beautifully as if satisfied.

“Nonna please.” Daniel came to save him, he muttered to the woman in Italian in a pleading tone and she only smirked at him and said something in what Max could only claim as an ‘i told you so’ tone.

“Don't mind her.” Daniel was blushing as he spoke, tugging Max out of the house by his hand. They exited through a door in the kitchen and Max saw that the land went on for kilometers. 

“Would you like to meet everyone?” Daniel asked shyly. Max threaded his fingers through Daniel's and brought the back of his tattooed wrist to his lips.

“I'd be honoured.”

Daniel led them through a side gate that separated a garden area from what seemed to be the greater farm. They didn't walk very far before they were immediately swarmed by a small herd of llamas, sheep and horses. 

Daniel took a minute to laugh and interact with the animals before tugging Max forward. He sang Max's introduction, and soon he was overwhelmed with animals trying to get his attention.

Max doesn't know how long they spent out there, going for rides with the herd. He was amazed at how excited the animals were to see Daniel again. It felt like the time in the glade in Monaco on steroids. Max watched as Daniel stroked the head of a foal tucked into his side, he smiled softly as they were presented with all of the new babies to ooh and ahh over.

If Max didn't know any better, he'd have thought they stepped into a Disney movie or something.

Grace stepped out onto the back patio with a grin and her hands on her hips. Daniel looked up from where he was nuzzling an alpaca and nodded. 

“It's dinner time I think.” Daniel murmured, reaching for Max's hand.

It took some coaxing and promises of more cuddle time for the animals to let them go. Daniel also promised to brush the horses before the night was over. 

“C’mon Mr popular.” Max teased, pulling Daniel close by the wrist. Daniel ducked his head in a blush and pushed Max's shoulder with his. 

“Did you– everyone enjoyed meeting you.” Daniel bit his lip nervously. He hoped Max hadn't been too overwhelmed.

Max kissed their joined hands. “It was lovely. Everyone really loves you.” Max said honestly. He only felt a little badly that he'd had Daniel to himself all this time. 

“I missed them as well. If I knew I'd have been gone for so long I'd have given everyone more kisses!” Daniel babbled. “I'll make sure to spend time with everyone before we leave for Melbourne.”

They stepped onto the back porch and Max pulled Daniel into his arms. He kissed Daniel's temple, smiling a little at the thought of Daniel coming with him to a race weekend. He was more excited than he realized, the anticipation of Daniel in his world– seeing him in his element was high. 

“I'll come with you.” Max promised, enjoying the beaming smile Daniel sent his way. It would be lovely, he knew. Any time spent with Daniel was.

[semperama]

Hi Erin! I also have the Sunday Scaries, so this is a good distraction for me, too.

top 5 ideal Buddie-first-kiss scenarios

top 5 favourite snacks

top 5 ships you've shipped

wanna tell me about the ryliver bet fic we talked about ages ago and how that's going, if it's going? :D

Ahhh what great questions, thank you! I'm sorry you're also feeling anxious today. <333

Top 5 Buddie first kiss scenarios:

In, or immediately after, peril. Sorry, I just...am such a sucker for the desperation of the "I might lose you/I almost lost you" moment. Something like, they get separated during a big fire and one of their radios isn't working and they're losing their minds, and as soon as they find each other again they run into each other's arms and spare like 3 seconds to paw each other checking for injuries before smashing their faces together. It's about the build-up of tension and the catharsis!

Eddie realizes that he wants to be with Buck during a domestic moment where Buck has just helped with Chris's homework or cooked them a meal or something like that, and they're having a quiet moment in Eddie's kitchen, and Eddie just crosses the room and kisses him.

A reversal of the Buck coming out scene where Eddie comes out to Buck, and Buck congratulates him and everything, and Buck goes to leave, then turns around, and you think they're going to hug like they did after Buck came out, but instead Buck kisses him.

Similarly, maybe Eddie goes on one (1) date with another man after coming out, realizes he's in love with Buck halfway through said date, shows up at Buck's door, and kisses him.

I don't think the show is realistically gonna have anything happen between them before the Chris-comes-back-to-LA arc is resolved, but I certainly wouldn't complain about a reunion kiss personally. Especially if Eddie doesn't tell Buck exactly when he's gonna be back and surprises him and Buck kisses him out of sheer relief and joy.

Top 5 favorite snacks:

Fresh fruit. Particularly a tangerine or a really crunchy apple.

Cereal! I'm a freak who loves healthy cereal like Raisin Bran but also I just ate a handful of Froot Loops so.

Popcorn. I love it with Old Bay or nutritional yeast

Peanut M&Ms

Rxbars or equivalent-but-cheaper (lol) date-nut bars. The Good & Gather ones are great.

Top 5 Ships I've Shipped

Buddie. Since they are my current obsessions they are OBVIOUSLY the best.

Pinto (Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto). The ship I was into when I first joined tumblr and probably me overall best fandom experience. <3

Dick Winters/Lewis Nixon (Band of Brothers)

Kirk/Spock. The OG!!

Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen (Formula 1)

And they Ryliver bet fic is still going! Slowly, but it's going, lol. I actually worked on it a little bit last week for the first time in a while. Writing has been a little harder lately, but I promise I won't forget about it and really want to finish it! Here's a snippet for you:

It’s not like he’s never thought about Ryan like this. Aisha was right; the Buddie of it all bleeds over, it can’t not. When Buck is looking at Eddie’s mouth, Oliver is looking at Ryan’s. When Eddie is touching Buck’s shoulder, his back, it’s Ryan fingers warm through Oliver’s clothes. So yeah, when the cameras are running, and maybe sometimes when they aren’t, Oliver’s thought about it. But now it’s like—it’s like when you’re trying to ignore an itch. A bug bite or something, one you know will only get worse if you scratch it. But the more you try not to think about it, the more annoying it is. Ryan takes up twice as much space in any room as he did before. Whenever he moves, Oliver’s gaze follows him, tracking the tips of his long fingers, the shape of his mouth as it forms words. The air between them carries a current, crackling across Oliver’s skin. Has it always been like this? He can’t fucking remember. He doesn’t know if everything’s changed, or if he’s just noticing it more, and he hates it, the idea that everyone else can see something he can’t.