#mick shumacher one shot

[multicohn]

summary: lewis feels insecure about the age gap between him and his girlfriend when he watches her interact with the younger drivers

warnings: age gap ( not specified )

pairing: younger! fem! reader x lewis hamilton

genre: angst ( if you squint ), fluff

face claim: no one

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flashback

y/n was busy typing away on her laptop when he walked into the library, lewis didn’t know why he felt like going to one, but did so out of impulse. at the time, she didn’t stand out to him and y/n was just another person that was there when he was. but, then he noticed how the desk she sat at started piling up with more and more books until he could barely see her.

then one day, she wasn’t there.

lewis found himself intrigued by what she was doing — is she a student? if so, what does she study? is it apart of her job? what does she do? he pondered on about the ( hair colour ) girl and wanted to ask, but felt himself slowly lose confidence the longer she didn’t show up.

after a few weeks of being away, lewis once again found himself entering the library and immediately moved towards the desk that the ( hair colour ) girl sat at and was relived to see her, but furrowed his eyebrows at seeing her sleeping.

“hey” lewis shook her gently, but she jumped and immediately brought her fists up. his eyes widened and he took a step back before raising his hands

“just making sure you were alright” she put her fists down in embarrassment before rubbing her eyes

“oh, yeah, sorry. just tired, do you happen to know the time?” lewis looked down at his watch and read the time which made her groan

“i’m going to be late”

lewis wasn’t sure what took over him, but saying the words; “i could take you” should’ve never left his mouth

“i don’t trust strangers” she glared at him and lewis knew he messed up

“do you not know who i am?”

“…am i supposed?” he sat down in the chair in front of her and she raised at eyebrow at his actions

“have you ever heard of formula one?”

“no. are you like a scientist or chemist or something?”

y/n would later search him up once she left and upon realising how famous he was, y/n wanted to dig a hole and bury herself in it. a scientist? chemist? why couldn’t she have just kept her mouth shut and ran away when he tried to start conversation?

y/n had honestly thought that lewis wouldn’t talk to her anymore and at the time was just oddly concerned about her being asleep, but the next day he sat with her and was curious about what she was doing. y/n has never had anyone so interested in her and found it strange, but also oddly comforting. unless, they were adults, y/n never cared much about age gaps and lewis wasn’t particularly worried about such since y/n acted much older. he didn’t even know that she was younger than him until he asked — it did feel a bit strange, but she is an adult, so lewis took a chance and asked her out on a date.

he couldn’t stop smiling when she agreed.

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when lewis appeared at the british grand prix with an unknown girl beside him, the internet broke down. they were quick to find out about y/n l/n who is just a simple girl that is currently studying ( subject ) while working ( job ). she was someone who no one could’ve ever imagined dating a seven-time world champion.

she didn’t model, wasn’t an actress or any kind of musician. in the words of fans, y/n is deemed as basic — even her style was non-existent before dating lewis.

“toto” y/n’s grip on lewis’ hand tightened as they walked towards his boss

“lewis” he greeted warmly before looking at her, “this must be y/n, correct? i’ve heard much about you” she shook his hand with a small smile before lewis kissed the top of her head / temple / cheek ( depends on height )

“mick should be here soon with carmen — she’s geroge’s girlfriend — then i’ll introduce to you some of the others” lewis has talked about his friends, both current and former, and was more than happy to finally introduce her to the current roster of racers, but also wanted to take things slow in case she got too nervous

mick soon appeared with carmen and they both welcomed y/n warmly before taking her away from lewis so could get ready for the meeting and race.

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y/n met a few of the other drivers who were her age or close to and she oddly got along well with them. lewis didn’t understand certain slang or terms y/n used, but she didn’t mind and explained them, but talking with someone who understood her strange humour made her feel less nervous / anxious.

unbeknownst to y/n, lewis was watching her interact with the younger drivers and couldn’t help the feeling that bubbled up within him. she didn’t care about their age gap since they’re both adults, but seeing her get along so well with them made him feel like she might be better off with someone closer to her age; they could understand each other better, the internet might accept them more —

“lewis, mate. do you see your girlfriend? carmen said she left her with ( driver closest to your age )” geroge looked up from his phone to see him nod silently. furrowing his eyebrows, geroge followed lewis’ line of sight to see y/n laughing with ( driver closest to your age )

“oh, there they are” he started walking towards them before lewis could stop him and only sighed before following

y/n lit up at seeing her boyfriend and smiled lightly at geroge who introduced himself. ( driver closest to your age ) quickly said his goodbyes before going towards his garage, lewis hesitatingly grabbed her hand.

geroge noticed and coughed before looking around, “i think i hear carmen calling me” he rushed away making y/n tilt her head in confusion before looking at lewis for an answer, but he just stared at their intertwined hands

“lewis? are you alright?”

it went for a few seconds.

“are you really okay with dating me?”

“wh-what?” y/n asked shocked, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“shouldn’t you date someone closer in age?”

“where’s this coming from?”

“i just thought-“ she cut him off quickly

“i wouldn’t be dating you if i had a problem with our ages. honestly, i don’t care” y/n clarified and tightened her grip

“do you want to tell me what happened to make you think this, again? or should we wait till after the race” lewis shook his head

“just seeing you interact with ( driver closest to your age ) so easily made me think…”

y/n placed her free hand on his cheek and leaned into to kiss him gently. lewis felt the tense release from his shoulders as she pulled back, looking rather embarrassed about kissing him so passionately in public.

“let’s go to the garage, wanna sit in my car?”

“can i really?!” y/n asked excitedly and he chuckled with a nod

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extra scene:

mick had seemed rather excited to introduce y/n to a certain former driver while carmen had use the bathroom. he greeted him warmly while y/n smiled once she made eye contact with the former mercedes driver.

“nice to meet you, i’m nico rosberg” he seemed rather awkward, but so did y/n as they shook hands

“i know, i’m y/n. lewis talks about you” nico paused and she felt his grip tighten ever so slightly

“he does?” he asked in a quiet tone that even y/n wasn’t sure if she heard him right given the amount of noise around them

“yeah? a lot, actually” he nodded quietly and looked behind her making y/n turn. she smiled upon seeing her boyfriend walking towards them

nico froze as he approached and kissed y/n gently before looking at his former friend.

“i see you’ve met my girl” nico nodded silently as lewis turned his attention to her

“well, it was nice to see you mate” he hit his arm lightly before taking y/n’s hand and leading her away towards the mercedes garage

[f1amour]

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formula one. charles leclerc, carlos sainz jr., lewis hamilton, george russell, lando norris, oscar piastri, max verstappen, daniel ricciardo, mick shumacher, alex albon, logan sargeant, pierre gasly, sebastian vettel, fernando alonso

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angst, fluff, smut, social media au’s, text au’s, poly relationships + threesome, cheating, age gaps, and some tropes for example: enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, strangers to lovers, fake dating, childhood best friends, grumpy x sunshine, brothers best friend, best friends brother, etc. if there’s a trope not listed but you want to know if i’ll write it just send an ask!

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[luckylzclerc]

christmas kids 👥 | ms47 x fem!reader

summary: ..fans caught Mick and his gf arguing and it blew up on twitter. Reader starts soft launching right after and mick posts a life update. What happens now?

PLS READ NOTE!!

notes: final part!! hope you guys enjoy this series as much as I do cz it was loads of fun and giggles while making it🤍🤍 Thank U! For all the support. rmbr! y/n's song choice for her ig stories are a very important part of the plot. Enjoy reading🫶🏻

previous parts : lovers rock 🫂!! (pt1)

not allowed 🗣️!! (pt2)

a year passed

-twitter-

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ke11s.kierz started a live!

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hillary_browk don't worry girl, he was not worth it anyways😒

superior.sainz what's your problem? he doesn't want u so quit whining on Instagram live.

jennieslover You're so much prettier than her! I've seen her account and oh my oh my! 🤢

y/ns.lovebot damnnn are you THAT insecure..??

leclxrcsfanf1 girl u be saying that as if u dont look like Sid from ice age bffr☠️

mickschummy20 quit it omg!!!

yourusername & mickschumacher joined the live! say hi 👋

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yourusername

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yourusername it's been great 🪷💐🫧

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mickandyns.lvr i'm glad you're doing good queen 👑

bestfriendsuser lookin' healthy bae 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

mickschumacher glowing as always.

liked by yourusername

f1lovr_obsessed._ THEY'RE INTERACTING AGAIN. MOM AND DAD ARE BACK TGT

chuck_leclerc98 my parents.

landonorrrisss04 y/n, you're so lana del rey coded 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

yourusername 🤭🤭

landonorrrisss04 QUEEN REPLIED. im going to frame this moment goodbye.

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mickschumacher

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mickschumacher I love my life.

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mickschummy20 hold on.. sunset,beach and flowers?? this is so similar to y/n's recent post from 2 days ago!!!

ashe.luvsyou stop this is so cute

yourusername 🌅💐🖼️

liked by mickschumacher

zara_lpmicknyn PARENTS.

leclerc.lvr they're definitely soft launching. @yourusername @mickschumacher

sainz_loveb00t LMAOO TAGGING THRM IS WILDDD

superm4xxx_x not you tagging them omg😭

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yourbestfriendsuser cuties i tell you!

mickscm.118 is that mick?

f1editszfanx i dont think so, seems like Arthur.

ralph.kims019 GIRL?? GET UR EYES CHECKED.

leclerc.lvr praying its mick 🙏

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yourusername tweeted for the first time in a while!

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[goldsainz]

TALK IT OUT — one shot.

pairing: mick schumacher x reader

2K CELEBRATION. MASTERLIST.

taglist: @lorarri @lpab @whatthefuckerr @noncannonships @lunnnix

summary: misunderstandings are never fun, especially when others are involved.

request: “can we have an angst prompt? i personally want to see mick cry because nobody did write him crying yet - lmk if someone did please ❛ why are you avoiding me? ❜ + mick schumacher”

warnings: mentions of cheating, angst to comfort, the ending is rushed im sorry.

NOTE: first mick fic ever… kinda nervous, kinda excited about it. also hope i did your idea justice, i actually struggled to write sad mick bc he should never be sad as far as i’m concerned😭 that is my golden boy and i will fight for him if needed. (this is like 800 words longer than intended it to)

[ word count: 1,6k ]

Tabloids always lied. You knew this, yet there was a small part of you that knew that beneath all those lies a little bit of the truth always shone from beneath them. 

You trusted Mick with your whole heart, something that was essential considering he could be gone for several weeks or even months. It wasn’t that you lacked trust in him, you didn’t trust your own overthinking and negative thoughts.

But this time was different, something in your gut told you that this time was different. Something about the way the photo was taken and the way he was smiling, it just didn't make sense. Especially knowing he had told he had no plans of going out. But there he was, smiling down at a girl who looked nothing like you while you waited for him to come back from working abroad.

Suddenly, all the emotions and excitement you had about him coming home turned into pure dread as you figured out what the hell you were going to do. There was a chance that Mick didn’t cheat on you, but the chance felt too foreign for your broken heart to even consider. If Mick was the man you thought he was, he wasn’t someone who would betray you like that, but the situation was too bad to think straight.

It was late at night when your boyfriend arrived, you heard the door open and close all while clutching your pillow tightly. You hoped he would just see your form and assume you’re asleep, leaving you and your thoughts alone. You hoped he wouldn’t take notice of the tears that damped the pillow, the way your breath stuttered a little from all the crying.

The rustle from his bags didn’t stir you. He didn’t call your name like he usually did when he arrived home late from a weeks-long trip. You assumed he didn’t call for you because he saw your “sleeping” form and chose to leave you alone, probably because he knew how much you loved to sleep and knew better than to wake you up. 

After a while, the bed dipped as Mick made himself comfortable beneath the bed sheets. He settled next to you, moving around as he draped an arm around your waist. For a moment you relaxed slightly from his touch, like all the worries in the world could be erased simply because he touched you. In all honesty, his absence has made you slightly touch-starved and you let yourself have this moment of peace because you had craved it for weeks. It didn’t take long for reality to settle in though. The reminder of his actions haunted you, it had since you saw the tabloid just mere hours ago.

You fell eventually asleep, albeit late and with a struggle. The heat of Mick’s body had killed you to sleep and the tiredness of being sad had your body calling it a night. 

Waking up wasn’t easy. You wanted to pretend the day before had occurred, and in your head if you were asleep forever then you didn’t have to confront whatever happened. A part of you knew that if Mick didn’t do what the article suggested he did, then your relationship could either go on like it was or it would never be the same. You knew yourself, you knew that a small part of you would always have the nagging thought of “what if”, a thought that would follow you around forever.

You stretched as you got out of bed, feeling your boyfriend's sleeping form not shift in the slightest. You brushed your teeth and did your morning routine like usual, just this time with a terrible feeling at the pit of your stomach.

It wasn’t long after that Mick woke up, his eyes tired and his blonde hair a mess. You had your back turned to him as you prepared breakfast, this time instead of making it for the both of you, you just did two toasts and a glass of juice for yourself. 

“Hey, how are you?” He said, his voice raspy from just waking up. You just took a bite of your toast and ignored his words, almost acting as if he wasn’t standing near you.

If Mick found your acting strange, he didn’t outright mention it. Instead, he leaned down and went to press a kiss to your lips, just for you to turn your head sideways as you pretended to grab the glass of juice. His lips met your cheek, and while he would never complain about how he kissed you, Mick had been longing to kiss you ever since he left you. It was something he always looked forward to doing whenever he had to leave for long periods of time, or even short ones.

“I missed you.” His voice is unsure now. Unsure about your actions and if you will respond to him. Your humming to his words does little to console the feeling he gets from you ignoring him.

You place the used dishware in the sink, the clattering of the plates disturbs the uncomfortable silence that surrounds you both. 

Usually Mick knows how to keep his negative emotions in check pretty well. He never shouts when he’s mad, or cries when he’s upset, he just tries his best to talk out whatever is happening. But right now, having his girlfriend avoid him when he’s come back from an exhausting trip, is just too much for him to comprehend.

You haven’t even done much to get him teary-eyed, it’s just the simple fact that he craves your attention and you’re not giving it to him. He doesn’t even know why you can’t be bothered to give him the time of day, or why you seem so uncomfortable around him.

“Why are you avoiding me?” Mick asks you after some time goes by, watching as you do everything around the room except look at him. Something in you cracks at the way his voice breaks while asking the question, you know that if you look up at him and see his glossy eyes you will crumble under them. You will throw any anger you have towards him out the window, and as much as you want to, you need more than that to forgive or even forget whatever happened.

“I don’t know, you tell me.” “If I knew why you were avoiding me I wouldn’t be asking.”

“What were you doing Thursday night?” His face is one of confusion, his brows furrowing and nose slightly scrunching up as he assesses your question.

“What?”

“What were you doing Thursday night?” You repeat, this time your voice cracks as you ask him the one question you dread to hear the answer from.

“I worked at the factory till late at night.”

“That’s all? So, you didn’t go out at all?”

Mick’s face is one of pure frustration. Frustration because he can’t believe how oblivious he had been to your feelings, how he went out and you didn’t mention anything about it. Frustration because he should’ve known that the media would get to him and by relation, in between the two of you.

“I did.” He admits, “But it was with a couple of friends, whatever it is that you saw is not what it looks like. I swear.” 

“You just coincidentally had a girl all up on you, and you just smiled down at her?” 

“I seriously don’t know what you’re talking about, Y/N. I wished I could say I did, but honestly, if there was a girl next to me I can assure you I wasn’t smiling because of her or to her, for that matter.” 

An unshed tear falls down his cheek at the assumption you're making. The notion that you would ever think he would be unfaithful to you breaks his heart into a million little pieces, like he knows yours did the moment the idea that he cheated on you settled in. 

“I’m so sorry if I ever made you feel like I would cheat on you.” Mick approaches you slowly, wary of the way you might react. He doesn't think he would bear it if you pulled away from his touch, but he would understand. “But I would never ever do that. I need you to know that.”

When your boyfriend finally reaches you, you can't help but lean into his touch. The hug he gives you is almost crushing, likes he's scared you will run away from him at any given moment. It is just as comforting as it is devastating the way he is holding you, a part of you is grateful that he is so honest and raw with you, but there is a part of you that cant help and question if his words hold any truth, if he is not like many of the other men you've known through the course of your life. 

“I want to believe you.” You whisper against him, “I really do, Mick.”

His chin is pressed to the top of your head and you feel him shift to press a kiss to your forehead. 

“I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you if I have to, schatz, and that's a promise.” There is something about the way he says that, something about the sincerity his words hold that makes you believe him. It wipes away the worries you had and replaces them with pure love, in your heart of hearts you know that Mick would never intentionally hurt you, and if he could help it, ever. 

You know just by his words that you’ll be alright.

No matter the tabloids or the drama that follows you, you'll be alright. 

[the-offside-rule]

Mick Schumacher (Mercedes AMG) - A Coffee and a Miracle

Day 18 of Christmas

In a small town, amidst the festive glow of Christmas lights, Mick found himself drawn to the cozy warmth of his local coffee shop. Y/n, the barista with a perpetual smile, always served him his usual. However, lately, Mick's visits had become more frequent. While he used to show up maybe once or twice a week, he found himself almost having to go to the coffee shop on the off-chance that Y/n was working and in a way, he found it somewhat pathetic of himself.

One chilly December morning, as Mick had just come back from his daily jog and approached the counter, he mustered the courage to break the routine. "Oh, Hi Mick. The usual?" Y/n smiled already grabbing the medium cup and writing his name on it. "You know, I've been thinking," he began with a playful grin. "I'm starting to wonder if I should change my usual order or if I should just ask you out instead."

Y/n chuckled, her eyes sparkling. "Well, variety is the spice of life, they say. But asking me out might be more interesting." The jokes continued as Mick stood with his hands in his pockets, talking about what he had done since the last time he saw her (which is pathetically two days ago) while Y/n stood behind the counter making his coffee. Finally, the coffee was made and he simply thanked her. "So?" He asked. "How about it? A date I mean." Y/n looked up at him. "Ask me closer to Christmas and maybe when there isn't a huge line behind you." Mick turned and saw the line of impatient customers all looking to order their seasonal coffees. Mick turned back around to face Y/n. "I will. Don't you worry about it."

On a snowy evening closer to Christmas (just as Y/n had asked) Mick decided it was time to take the plunge. With a cup of steaming hot coffee in hand, he leaned on the counter and said, "You know, spending time here with you has become the highlight of my day. How about you answer me this time and grab dinner sometime?"

Y/n's face lit up with a radiant smile. "And here I was thinking you were just coming here for the coffee." Y/n joked. Mick grinned and lifted the cup to take another sip. "Well, the coffee's great, but it's the company that makes it special."

"Smooth." She replied. "So when are you free?" Y/n pointed at his cup. "If you look at the bottom, my number is there. We can text about this later." Mick lifted the cup and smiled to see various numbers written on the bottom just as Y/n said there would be. "I look forward to it." Mick said, before they bid their farewells and started another chapter into their relationship.

[manari-archives]

Already Over | MS47

We been talkin' for hours 'bout how we shouldn't talk for hours on end Kissing after a conversation 'bout how we'd probably be better off as friends

pairing: Mick Schumacher x Reader

warnings: alludes to a sexual relationship

word count: 1.4k

note: again this isn't based on the entire song, just a couple of lines mentioned. Not to happy with the way the confessions turned out. also english isn't my first language so any corrections feel free to let me know and any feedback is welcome :)

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You and Mick found yourselves in the intimate sanctuary of Mick's bedroom. The room exuded a comforting warmth with a faint scent of vanilla lingering in the air. You gravitated towards this space, seeking solace and a connection that ran deeper than the boundaries of friendship.

The evening had begun innocently enough, with Mick inviting you over for a casual chat. your words were like brushstrokes, slowly painting each other's souls. Each sentence carried weight and meaning, your voices growing softer and more intimate as time progressed. you spoke of dreams and aspirations, of past heartaches and the lingering wounds you carried. The vulnerability you shared at that moment laid the foundation for what would unfold next.

In the depths of their conversation, Mick's gaze locked with yours, and the world around you seemed to fade away. The silence enveloped them, filled only by the anticipation hanging in the air. Your hearts beat in synchrony, each beat resonating with unspoken questions. It was a single moment, a shared glance that spoke volumes. In that instant, the weight of their connection became undeniable. Time seemed to stand still as they leaned closer, their breaths mingling. The energy crackled between you, electrifying the air with a sense of both hesitation and longing.

Without uttering a word, your lips met in a gentle, tender kiss. It was a kiss that carried the weight of your unspoken desires and the culmination of a connection you had both yearned for. In that embrace, the lines blurred between friendship and something more profound.

As you kissed, your bodies gravitated toward one another, seeking solace and closeness. The bed became a canvas for their emotions unspoken of, a space where you could explore the depth of your feelings in the purest form. It was a moment of surrender, a leap of faith into the unknown.

your bodies entwined, and they discovered a shared language that went beyond words. Each touch conveyed a world of emotions, igniting a fire within them that burned brighter with every passing moment. In that sacred space, you found solace, passion, and a love that defied all expectations.

Time became irrelevant as you revelled in the blissful intimacy, the world outside ceasing to exist. your bodies moved in harmony, guided by an instinctive understanding of each other's desires. The room echoed with their whispers, your voices mingling in a symphony of pleasure and affection.

And as you lay together, your bodies spent, you found solace in each other's arms. your hearts beat in unison, and the room filled with the echo of your breaths. Slowly, silence filled the room, the two not knowing how to navigate through unasked questions, unknown emotions, and unspoken truths.

"We really need to stop doing this," you said with a mix of longing and sadness as your fingers gently traced patterns on Mick's chest.

He let out a soft chuckle, his eyes filled with affection and yearning. "You're right, Schatz. Yet, we keep finding ourselves back in this same situation."

your connection was undeniable, evident in the way Mick always searched for your face in a crowd and the way they effortlessly understood each other. Conversations between the two were magnetic, filled with laughter, vulnerability, and profound intimacy. But beneath the surface, a constant tug-of-war battled between the two of you.

You sighed, your gaze shifting from Mick's eyes to his lips. "Maybe we'd be better off as friends, Mick. It's just... it's complicated."

Mick's heart skipped a beat at your words. He had wondered the same thought countless times, but the sheer thought of losing you from his life filled him with a deep ache. "Perhaps," he murmured, his voice laced with yearning.

But before Mick could continue, he found himself overcome by a surge of emotion. Without hesitation, he leaned in and gently pressed his lips against yours, a delicate and tender action that spoke volumes of the unspoken desires between the two.

Your eyes widened in surprise, but as the initial shock faded, the two of you smiled into the kiss, a silent acknowledgement of the depth of your desires. To Mick's surprise, you responded with equal intensity, your lips meeting in a moment of perfect harmony. You melted into each other's embrace, feeling the warmth and electricity surge between them. It was a kiss that spoke volumes in a language only you understood. It was a shared understanding that your hearts had found solace and peace in each other, and they were no longer able to deny what had blossomed between them.

As you slowly pulled away, your eyes met, sparkling with love and hope. Mick softly spoke with a smile, his voice filled with sincerity. "I'm sorry I couldn't help myself."

You reached out, gently caressing Mick's cheek, a radiant smile present. "Don't apologize. That was everything I could have ever wanted."

In that instant, you knew that their love was meant to be explored and not left in the dark, that love that had found itself entwining their souls in ways they could not ignore.

Mick felt his heart swell with newfound courage as he gazed into your eyes. The depth of his feelings terrified him, but he knew it was time to share the truth that had been burning within him for years now. "Schatz," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion, "I'm in love with you, and honestly, I have been for years now."

Your breath caught in your throat, your eyes widening in astonishment. You had sensed the depth of their connection, but hearing Mick's confession brought a wave of overwhelming emotions crashing over you.

Tears glazed Mick's eyes as he continued, his voice trembling with sincerity. "Every conversation, every shared laugh, every stolen glance has only intensified my feelings for you. You are the one who fills my thoughts, the one who makes my heart skip a beat. I've tried to fight it, to deny it, but the truth is undeniable. I am deeply in love with you."

The room seemed to hold its breath as Mick's heartfelt words hung in the air, their weight enveloping both of you. In that vulnerable moment, everything felt stripped away, leaving only the raw truth of your connection.

Your breath caught in your throat, eyes widening in surprise. The world seemed to stand still as you locked eyes, the weight of Mick's confession hanging in the air. Slowly, a shy smile tugged on your lips, mirroring the joys that danced in your eyes.

"Mick," you whispered, your voice filled with tenderness and a touch of vulnerability, "I'm in love with you too."

The weight of your confessions lifted, replaced by a profound sense of relief and an overwhelming surge of love. Your connection deepened, your souls intertwining with a newfound intensity. The walls that had separated you as friends crumbled away, leaving behind the raw, unfiltered truth of your shared love.

In the silence that followed, you allowed your emotions to settle, savouring the beauty of your newfound relationship. Mick reached out, his fingers delicately brushing against your cheek as if to reassure himself that this was not a dream but a tangible reality.

Your smile blossomed, your eyes shining with a mixture of affection and trust. "Mick," you whispered, your voice filled with unwavering certainty, "You've always held a special place in my heart."

You lay side by side in Mick's bed, your fingers gently intertwined as you basked in the warmth of your connection. Time seemed to stretch as you savoured the moment, your hearts singing in harmony.

Mick's fingers traced delicate patterns on your skin, his touch a testament to the tenderness and adoration he felt for you. With every caress, your bond deepened, and a sense of belonging washed over you.

You nestled closer, resting your head on Mick's chest, your heartbeats merging into a rhythmic melody. In the comfort of your embrace, you found solace and a haven where vulnerability was celebrated. You knew you could be your truest selves in each other's presence, without fear of judgment or rejection.

The air around you seemed to shimmer with electric revelations. At that moment, all seeds of doubt and uncertainty melted away, replaced by the overwhelming certainty that the two of you were meant to be together. As you embraced each other and as you lay in each other's arms, hearts beating in perfect synchrony, you smiled, knowing that your love story would forever be etched in the tapestry of your lives. It was as if all the pieces of your lives had fallen into place.

In the warmth of Mick's bed, you had discovered a love that would transcend your wildest dreams, a love that would intertwine your souls in ways you had yet to imagine. It was a love that would weather storms, celebrate victories, and forge an unbreakable bond.

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why don’t we go there? | mick schumacher

synopsis: in which you help him believe in himself again

pairing: mick schumacher x girlfriend!reader

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The clock in front of your eyes moved incredibly slow. As you inched closer and closer to the paddock, your heart began beating out of its chest.

Some time ago, coming to the paddock to watch the race was a dream come true. You enjoyed every moment of it, feeling like you were a dream and you never wanted to wake up.

But now, that dream turned into a nightmare.

You knew the risks you were taking when you began your relationship with Mick, seeing the other partners and what they had to go through just for being with a driver.

Ever since you announced your relationship to the public, the problems started creeping in.

Fights between the two of you, his fans dragging you through the mud, the media outlets tearing your relationship to shreds from the outside.

You felt like a stranger into your own relationship, like an outsides looking in as everything was going to shit right under their eyes.

It tore you apart. Every Grand Prix you attended represented another nail in the coffin of your relationship with Mick.

“Y/N?”

You blinked, hearing Mick’s voice calling out to you.

Looking out the window, you noticed that you were already in the paddock parking lot, Mick having already turned the car engine off.

“Sorry, I was just thinking” you forced a smile out of you, trying to mask how much you dreaded going into the paddock.

Mick eyed you suspiciously, but nodded nonetheless.

You thanked God that he couldn’t read through tour facade, not wanting to risk having another fight with him in such a public place.

After you got out of the car, Mick reached out and took your hand in his, trying to give you a sense of comfort. But even he knew that it was in vain.

“Why are you so tense?” he asked, scanning your passes and smiling at some photographers.

You smiled with him, not as naturally as you would’ve maybe liked.

“I’m not, I’m just a little tired. Didn’t sleep that well last night” you said, hoping he would buy it.

Of course, he wouldn’t even know how you slept last night. He came back to your hotel room late, opting to crash on the couch instead of your shared bed.

He nodded, not giving you a second thought as you approached the Mercedes garage.

Just like he always did.

“I’m gonna go talk to my engineer before practice. Find a place to sit and do your thing” he said, giving you a chaste kiss on your forehead before disappearing.

You sighed, looking around at the place your boyfriend had been calling home for years now. And yet, despite the many times that you had been inside that very garage, you felt more as an outsider than ever before.

Between the neglect you were suffering from Mick, the hate you were receiving from his fans, the way the media was painting you as a bad influence on Mick, you didn't feel you belonged anywhere in his world.

"Y/N?" you were shaken out of your thoughts once again, meeting George's worried eyes scanning you.

"Oh, hi George. Sorry, I'll be out of your way" you grabbed your purse tighter and went to leave and go to the hospitality, but he grabbed your arm to stop you from walking away.

"Are you okay? You were spaced out for a good while there" his expression was worried, which was exactly what you had wanted to avoid.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired. I'm gonna go hang out in hospitality, wish you guys luck with your practice" you nodded and left before George could say another word.

♡♡♡♡♡

Being alone in your hotel room while your boyfriend was out somewhere with his team allowed you time to contemplate.

You loved Mick, and you loved being with him. But lately, it seemed like you were the only one present in the relationship. He would barely touch you, look at you or speak to you when you would be alone together.

You had never thought that going public would cause your relationship to completely collapse. It broke your heart, and you didn't know what to do to fix it. If there was even anything left to fix.

The door opening grabbed your attention. "Y/N?" Mick called out, his footsteps growing louder as he came closer and closer to the bedroom.

You quickly tried to wipe your tears, hoping he wouldn't be able to tell you had been crying. But you weren't fast enough.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked, his voice not sounding bothered at all.

"Nothing"

"I know something's wrong. Tell me what's going on with you"

Maybe it was his tone, or maybe it was his choice of words, or maybe simply the fact that you were so tired of holding everything in that prompted you to completely break down and let everything out.

"We're not doing okay, Mick. Ever since we went to the paddock together for the first time, nothing has been the same. We barely talk to each other, you barely touch me or look at me unless you have to, your fans and the media are tearing me to shreds, calling me a gold digger and saying I'm only with you for your money and your fame and you couldn't care less. I barely see you anymore, it seems like you're doing everything to make sure you're not around me. You're staying out late, I don't know where you are half of the time and you can't wait to ditch me whenever we go somewhere together. I'm tired of fighting for a relationship that I'm not sure is worth fighting for" and with that you started sobbing, curling up on the bed and hiding your face in your hands.

Mick was shocked beyond words.

He knew he had been in the wrong. He realized he had been doing exactly what you had said. He'd been neglecting you, and the worst part was the fact that he didn't have an answer as to why. He saw the hate that you had been getting, and he didn't think it was worth it to say something in your defense. Why? He didn't know.

But as he heard your sobs fill the room and saw your body shaking with the intensity of your crying, he realized how much of an asshole he had been towards you.

"Shhh" he enveloped you in his arms, hugging you tightly and squeezing you close.

This was the first time he had touched you in weeks, you had even forgotten what his embrace felt like. In your vulnerable state, you forgot about the last few weeks, the hate and everything, completely melting in the arms of your boyfriend.

"It's okay, I'm here, let it all out" he kept whispering in your ear, kissing the top of your head and petting your hair.

As you slowly started to calm down, you didn't make a move to pull away from him, having missed his touch too much.

"Can we talk now?" his voice was soft, in contrast with the icy tone he had had when he had come back to the room.

You nodded, clearing your throat and slowly pulling away from him.

"I know I've been a shitty boyfriend lately, and there's no excuse for how I've been acting. I've been under a lot of stress from the team and I've been taking it out on you, which you didn't deserve. I'm sorry for how I've been treating you, I'm sorry for not standing up for you to my fans and the internet and I'm sorry I haven't been around. I love you, and I promise that I'm gonna do better, I'm gonna be a better boyfriend and I'm never going to make you feel like this ever again" he was holding your face in his hands, his eyes tearing up.

You knew you shouldn't cave in so easily, make him work for it more than this. But you loved him, and you could never resist him.

"I love you too" you whispered, caressing his cheek and connecting your lips, sighing at the feeling you had been missing.

Despite your rough patch, you both knew you were going to be alright, as long as you had each other.

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The library building.

Pairing: Mick Shumacher x Reader.

Summary: Tourist day didn't go as she planned.

Word count: 2.993

Author’s note: Feel totally free to give me ideas for a part two. Hope you like it.

The weather wasn’t bad but it wasn’t very hot for summer. People were walking in the streets getting out of work or coming to work or in your case none of them, she was just exploring. The center of the city was always like that, full of people. She was trying her best to not bump into anyone. Her bag was secure in her back and her headphones blasting the last song she added to her playlist. With quick steps she walked towards the big old building, the security in the door nodded his head and she smiled.

So there she was walking around the big, five floors, library looking for nothing in particular. Truth be told she always had a particular liking for old buildings and this one was a library so it added a special thing that made her like it a little more. She accepted an exchange scholarship the moment that was presented to her, packed her bags, said goodbye to her parents and friends and flew across the ocean to live her life.

As the day wasn’t the best she decided to spend the day being a tourist and the first destination was that library that she saw every time she was going to the university but never had time to go in. She took her time going from floor to floor. The first one was dedicated to music and movies, the other four were all for books. All kinds of books. From for children with drawings of animals to ancient history and some in your native language.

Her camera roll was full of book covers that she wanted to buy. She didn’t know how hours she spent inside there but it didn’t matter because she was happy. Yes, she loves to party as any other person but having her own time, doing something that she loved was something from another world. She was sitting on the floor of one of the floors with her head in her hand and brain so deep in the book she was reading that she didn’t see the person who was walking towards her with their eyes fixed in the books that didn’t acknowledge her either until it was too late for both of them.

Someone had stumbled with her nearly falling to the floor and she almost had a heart attack. -Pero la- She said in her native language with her hand on her chest. Her eyes moved to the person who was looking at the floor confused. -Disculpame, no era mi intención. Estas bien?- She was standing in front of the person.

It was a boy, 5.77 ft, eyes blue like the ocean, blond golden hair well cut, clean baby face and thick neck. He was looking at you with his head tilted to the side. She repeated her question and he frowned. -Sorry, are you okay?- Now he understood.

-Yes, you?- She nodded. -I’m sorry for stumbling with you. I didn't see you.

-It’s okay. I probably wasn’t supposed to be sitting on the floor.- She turned around and gathered her things. The boy hot on her heels helped her pick up her things.

-Here.- He handed her one of the books that were on the floor.

She took it. -Gracias, bye.- She smiled a little and turned around to walk away.

He looked confused and with three big steps was beside her. -Hey, I can show you around.

-What?- She stopped to look at him.

He smiled. -The books are tourist guides, they kinda rat you out plus the fact that you keep switching languages in the five minutes I met you.- She looked at him in silence. -So...I can be your tourist guide. I've lived here for a couple of years.

-Thank you, but not thank you.-She smiled apologetically. And he frowned, earning a deep breath from her. -Have you seen “Taken”?

-What?- He said without understanding a single thing.

-You know the Liam Neeson movie, where his daughter is kidnapped and he murders everyone to rescue her?- She said gesticulating with her hand.

-Yes…..

-Well, my dad is a very good dad, to not to say the best, but I don’t think he is able to do what Neeson did in that movie.- He tilted his head to the side. A very cute thing to do. -You don’t look like a creepy guy that kidnaps girls but you never know, no offense.- She smiled apologetically, again.

He smiled. -Nobody told you that you are a little over dramatic?- He did a little mesure with his long fingers.

She smiled. -Yes, but it came with the package.- She pointed to herself and he laughed tilting his head to the back. She watched how his Adam's apple moved in his throat and how his pearly white teeth were in full display.

-Thank you for the “you don’t look like a creepy guy” part.- He said leaning in a column near them and she bowed her head. -That’s a first time.

-Yeah, the good looks kinda prevent you from being taken as a creepy guy I guess.-They laughed.

-Here you are telling me I have good looks and I don’t know your name.- He said with a cheeky smile.

-That usually works?

-I don’t know. You tell me.

-No, god. It’s awful.- She laughed, shaking her head.

-Yeah, after I said it I realized that it was horrible.- He laughed too. -I’m Mick, by the way.- She told him his name and they shook hands with smiles on their faces. -Can I invite you a coffee?- She opened her eyes big and was about to say something but he interrupted her. -The library on the first floor at the end has a coffee shop, I swear I’m not trying to kidnap you.

She giggled. -I was going to say yes, but thanks for clarifying that you don’t have any intentions of kidnapping me.- He chuckled. -So, lead the way Mick.

He smiled and they walked side by side through the floors to the Coffee Shop on the first floor. They went to a table for two with little sofas and a little light lamp on it. The cafeteria had dim lights, soft music in the background and the cofe selm hit their nostrils the second they put their feet inside. After ordering and Mick being caught looking at her for far too long making her blush and her smiling at him. The coffees and food arrived.

-So, you are not from here.- She shook her head opening a sugar packet. -Where are you from?

She mixed her coffee, took a sip and shook her head a little. -Take a guess.- He watched how she opened another sugar packet and poured it on the coffee.

-A Spanish-speaking country, I assume.- She nodded while taking another sip and shook her head again. -Spain?

-Not because I speak spanish it means I’m from spain. They talk more with the “Z” I don’t, I talk more with the “SH”- She poured another sugar packet.

-I’m sorry but you want to get diabetes?- He said looking at her and then to her coffee.

-It's too black. Life is already black itself, so a little sugar doesn't hurt anyone.- She shrugged and took another sip. -Perfect.- She whispered and smiled. -Going back to the topic, take another guess. Second chance. Hope you were good at geography in school.

-Oh god.- Mick wishepred and she laughed.

-Oh come on, it can’t be that bad.- She said before taking a bite of what was on her plate.

He laughed. -Let me think for a second. She nodded with a smile. -I'm going to visit Mexico, so I'll say Mexico.

She squinted her eyes and moved her head. -Almost?

-Why do you sound unsure?- They laughed.

She opened her mouth to talk and then closed quickly, licked her lips and laughed a little more. -You are in the right direction but more to the south.

Mick nodded and bit his lip thinking. -I really don’t know a lot of countries on that side of the world. Another hint.

-Let me think.- She looked around, missing how Mick was looking at her. The curve of her nose, her lips, the hairs that were falling in her face, her ears and the multiple earrings there. -I have two on my mind but they will sell it away the second they leave my lips so I will go for another. We party a lot and every time.

Mick nodded. -This is the other I will be visiting so I hope at least it is close so, Brazil.- He said, sounding unsure.

She nodded. -It’s really close, actually in a way we are side by side but they don't speak spanish, they speak portuguese. I’m from Argentina.

-Ohhh.- He said, making her laugh.

-You don't know where that is, doesn't you?- She asked and he shook his head and mumbled a little sorry. -It’s okay. Since I arrived I realised that not a lot of people know about geography.- They laughed.

-So, what is the girl from Argentina doing on the other side of the world?- He took a sip of his coffee.

She told him about her scholarship in the university. She told him that she hadn't had much time to explore during her school term due to the exams and things like that so she took the summer break to explore around and be a proper tourist. But that she had failed astronomically because she hadn’t a clue where to visit or what to do. Her friends and her family.

-Sorry I got carried away and talked nonstop. My mum would say, `hablas hasta por los codos hija, respira` and she would be right.- Mick listened to the foreing language roll out her tongue and tried to understand with her little know in Spanish what she was saying but he failed. -What about you?

-What about me?- Mick frowned.

-How are you Mick, the guy I met in a library?- She said, looking him in the eyes. Her eyes pierced his blue oceanic eyes.

-I’m just a guy.- He said simply.

-Mick, just a guy?- He nodded. -I don’t buy it. Everyone has a story, even if it's a simple one for you. It’s who you are.

He looked around nervously. -I’m from Germany, I have an older sister and I’m 22.

-So, the guy from Germany has a job or is studying something?- She asked politely and he moved in his seat uncomfortably. -You don’t have to answer, it sounds like an interrogation. I’m sorry. We can change topics if you want.

Mick shook his head and gave her a fake laugh. -It’s okay. I work testing cars.- He said unsure and she tilted her head. -I work for a car company and when they are about to launch a new car they give it to us, the guys that make the tests, to drive them around for a period of time and then give back to them and tell them what we think about it, if it have things to improve or to change and things like that.

-Oh that sounds so interesting.- She said enthusiastically and he nodded. -So I assume you like cars.

-Yes, you assume well.- Why did he lie? He didn’t know. But it was too late to turn back the lie.

They continue talking about random things. Mick continued feeding his lie and she kept buying it. He told her some truths here and there, like the fact he has a dog named Angie, what her sister does for living and that he didn’t spend much time in his home thanks to his job but when he is in his home he likes to spend his time with his family. The coffees were long gone and less people were in the coffee shop.

-Wait here. I will be right back.- Mick said getting up from her seat and leaving her alone before she had the chance to ask him where he was going.

She looked at her phone checking the hour, when fifteen minutes passed and he wasn’t coming she decided that it was enough. -Bien ahi idiota, puede ser que no te haya secuestrado pero claremente te vio la cara de idiota. Nunca confies en una cara bonita, siempre te lo dijo tu hermana y nunca le hiciste caso. Ahi tenes por tonta te pasa. Va a ser una buena y graciosa anécdota para navidad, eso tenelo por seguro. (Well there you go idiot, it may be that he didn’t kidnap you but he clearly saw your face. Never trust a pretty face, your sister always told you and you never paid attention to her. There you go, it happens to you for silly. It will be a good and funny anecdote for Christmas, that is for sure.)- She said under her breath taking her things after paying the bill.

-Hey, where are you going?- That voice said behind her and she stopped. -You have to go?

When she turned around Mick was there with his blonde eyebrows frowned. -You didn't go away?- She said surprised.

-Why would I go away?- He said, confused.

-I thought you left me here to pay the bill and ran away. That you played the fool on me.

-Why would I do that?- She shrugged.

-Don’t know. I don’t have the answer to everything.- She said in a funny way.

-Doesn’t matter. I went for this.- He showed her a book and she raised a brow. -A tourist book, the best in this library. I was late because they couldn't find it.

-Okay…- He gestured to her to sit again, she did it and so did he.

-You don't want me to be your tour guide and I completely understand why so I thought that maybe I could recommend some places to you.- He smiled sweetly to her.

-Oh. Thank you, that's kind of you Mick. You didn't have to.- She looked at the book.

-Nonsense, you have a pen?- He opened it and started to look at the index of the book.

-For what?- She didn’t understand.

-To write the places down.- He said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

-But you can't write in the book, I think I had a notebook here in some place.- She started to look through her back.

He stretched his hand and placed it in her arm. -Hey relax sunshine, I bought the book for you so we can write on it.- She looked at him surprised. -Unless you are one of those people who are against that.- He said nervously.

She giggled. -Nono, I don't have a problem with that. It took me by surprise, that’s it.- He was about to ask why but she interrupted him. -I found it, here.- She placed the pen in the book and smiled.

He smiled too and started to write things down. Place he recommended and what to do in the ones that were already there. She asked him about some places and he told her what he knew about it. What public transport she could take to get there and what places deserved to be visited and what others did not. What kind of things she could find out around some places and things like that. His handwriting was perfect, legible and neat. He even told her some stories about when he went to some of the places, making her laugh.

When they finished the book and no more things were about to be added she looked at her phone and their day was almost passed completely. There were no more people in the coffee shop besides them and the staff from there. Even one of them went up to them to tell them that the library was about to close in an hour. They looked at eachother surprised.

-We spent the whole day here. I hope you didn't have plans for the day because I think I screwed them up.- She laughed.

-No, not at all. It was supposed to be a lazy day. So relax, sunshine.- He said smiling and she blushed a little at the nickname.

-I guess I should get going. Let you get back to your day, or was left of it.- She said getting up and he did too.

-I will walk with you to the door. But let me pay the bill.- He said getting out his wallet.

-Don’t worry about it. I already paid for it.

-What? Why? Let me give you the money, I was the one who invited you.- He said taking money out of her wallet.

She laughed and put her hand on his. -Relax, I’m a big girl and I can pay the bill. Besides you paid for the book, we are even.- He opened his mouth to protest but she was quicker. -I will not accept anything and you can’t make me change my mind.

He mumbled a little fine under his breath and she smiled triumphant. They walked to the door and she smiled to everyone that they passed and said goodbye to them. They were really the last ones on the building besides the ones that work there. When they were out of the building they stood facing each other with smiles on their faces.

-Well Mick, just a guy in a library, it was a plusher to be stumble by you. Thank you for a great day.- She said smiling.

-Thank you too sunshine, a girl from Argentina on the other side of the world. And the pleasure was all mine, glad to prove that I wasn’t a kidnapper nor a creepy guy.- He said smiling too and they laughed.

He kissed her cheek and parted ways. Maybe they will meet again or maybe they will never see the other face again. Destiny is a very funny thing and the world is round.

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"Good Girl"

Summary : He's so sweet and innocent, isn't he? What happens when Mick takes you home to meet his family for the first time? And what happens when you decide you've had enough of the good boy narrative that keeps being spun about him? Rating : 18+ Pairing : Mick Schumacher x Reader Word Count : 1,651. Trigger Warnings : NSFW, 18+, Adult language, dirty talk, slight choking & muffling, fingering, PinV sex, unprotected sex. 💞Authors Note : This hasn’t been properly proof read due to time constraints with irl work, please keep that in mind ✌🏼

Finally, the door closed behind you as you reached the safety of the bedroom. This weekend was fine but that was all it was, just fine. It wasn’t great or fabulous. It was fine.

Mick had invited you to spend the weekend with him at his families place in Switzerland. More fool you for thinking he meant the two of you, alone. You didn’t realise till you pulled up to the impressive large house that Mick in fact was introducing you to his family and that they would all be there. You had only been officially dating two maybe three months. It wasn’t enough time to start meeting parents and siblings in your opinion. Hell, you weren’t even sure you would ever feel comfortable enough to introduce Mick to yours. He had this picture perfect family where as yours? Well anyone could be forgiven for thinking they seemed like a bunch of misfit miscreants all conjured up as if for a joke. I mean really, Adams Family came to mind. But then you had never laughed so much as you did at home. You didn’t feel as relaxed anywhere else than at home and you never felt more loved than you did at home either.

But, after all the introductions and the utterly terrifying moment of meeting his dad – Mick trusting you enough to bring you into the inner sanctum of the Schumacher family – you somewhat settled. You listened to his sister mock her little brother while her boyfriend sucked up to his mother-in-law. Corinna was nice but you were aware she wasn’t too happy that you were in her house so quickly into your relationship with her son. Something, which considering the circumstances you couldn’t exactly blame her for.

So after hours of listening to what a good boy Mick is and how he was the perfect prodigal son carrying on his father’s legacy, you were more than happy when Mick announced it was bedtime.

He lay down on the bed and let an exasperated apology leave his lips. “…. No really, I’m so sorry y/n, they can be a little much.” In your mind you replied with a “You don’t say” but you decided it might come out in the wrong way so stayed silent. It was all so new after all, your relationship. Insinuating his family (his precious family that he was incredibly close too) were a little too much would be all kinds of wrong. You’d never be able to recover from that. But then you saw him stretched out on his bed. One arm propped up behind his head and his shirt dangerously open. Fuck, he really was beautiful. Mick reminded you of some old-fashioned German prince or even a knight from a fairy story you would have read as a kid. No one could ever hold it against you for how much you craved him. How much your body felt like it was desperate for oxygen while you were in his presence. But most of all, how much your pussy always seemed to flutter whenever he did something so fucking simple like lying down on a bed.

You went to the en suite and even from the mirror you couldn’t escape him. His position was reflected back at you and you had to close the door a little because you almost couldn’t hold yourself back from jumping on him and begging him to fuck you. You reminded yourself were in his parent’s house and it was all kinds of wrong to be getting all hot and bothered here. It wasn’t respectful of you to desperately want the youngest Schumacher to slide his fingers into your panties or have you spread eagled on the bed while he made you scream with his tongue. But then that side of your brain couldn’t switch off and you pressed your thighs together to stop the deep burning for contact in you core.

You heard him call on you from the adjoining room and in a millisecond you pushed absolutely everything about being disrespectful out of your mind. You rid yourself of your top first. Then the jeans were quick to follow. Looking in the mirror you were certainly glad you wore pretty lace underwear today. Because after all, if you were going to hell for fucking Mick in his teenage bedroom then the devil would tell you you looked good.      

“Fuck…” Fell from Mick’s lips as soon as he saw you. You had strolled out from the en suite with unwavering confidence. The same confidence poured out of you when you went directly to him and got on the bed. Well, you didn’t just get on the bed. You straddled his lap. Your inner thighs burning deliciously as they opened widely across his hips Your dampening core grazed against his jeans clad crotch and the contact was enough for your stomach to flip with excitement. “You’re so innocent aren’t you?” You had established right from the first time you and Mick had slept together that he liked dirty talk. That it turned him on to no end and he fully admitted that he could get off on it without even being touched. And no time seemed better for you to give your brain a sexual work out than right now. Mick didn’t reply so you continued; “Hmmm….” You purred as you leaned down and brushed his shirt-covered chest with your bra-covered breasts. “You’re use to good, morally virtuous little girls aren’t you Mick? Not being corrupted by big bad girls like me.” Your hands pushed through his hair before trailing down to his neck. He loved his neck being kissed and you were more than happy to oblige him. His mouth fell open as you finally gave him the contact that he wanted. A breath caught in his throat as he struggled to whimper your name but you didn’t want to waste any time.

“I want you inside of me Mick.” It poured from you in whisper that caressed his ear. The words hitting him in synchronised time as your panty covered core ground against his crotch. He was unmistakably hard and you were unmistakably wet. A shaky breath left his mouth as you grabbed his hand, removing it from your hip, and without any hesitation you slipped it down and inside of your soaked panties. Exactly where you wanted his touch the most. “Do you feel how wet I am for you?” “Liebling, we can’t…” He tried to deny the inevitable but he couldn’t deny what his fingertips were feeling, or how painful his erection would be getting confined in his pants. You felt his index and middle finger caress you and it made a shudder run all over your body. “Please Mick, don’t make me beg.” It fell from your lips as his fingers rubbed up and down your folds before settling on your aching, sensitive little bud. It was your mouth that fell open when he started moving his fingers in teasing, torturous circles. “Right there…” Your words left you in a whimper. You were desperate for him to pick up his pace. To go faster and allow the feeling to build. You wanted him to make you cum and you didn’t mind if it was his fingers, mouth or cock that got you there. You were so lost in the moment – so lost in the thought of him bringing you to orgasm like this – that you almost completely missed the swear words that fell from his mouth before he pulled his hand out of your panties and ripped away the contact. Ready to protest your eyes flew open and mouth followed but then suddenly, without warning you were on your back.

Mick took back control and wasted no time in getting rid of his shirt and started on his pants. Your hands lazily trailed down his mouth-watering chest and abs, his eyes staring into yours and his you could feel the heat emanating from them. This was the Mick you knew. He wasn’t as sweet and innocent as his family (and the rest of the world) thought he was. Your eyes went down to his pants as he unbuckled his belt and your mouth salivated as he pulled out his huge engorged cock. Your teeth bit into your bottom lip as he roughly yanked your soaked panties down and off.

“Not so innocent now baby…” Mick’s pleasant scoff met your ears as his hand went under your thigh and pulled your leg up and around his waist as he toyed with you. He knew how much you wanted him inside of you and so he lazily ran the purple head of his cock up and down your folds while his mouth finally descended upon yours. You were in a situation of your own doing. He was going to drag this out now. But then he surprised you. As he slid his tongue over yours, he pushed in. He slid his whole, large cock into you and you moaned loudly into his mouth instinctively.

“Y/n, you’re going to have to stay quiet Liebling.” His hand closed around your throat as he began thrusting his cock in and out of you. Already setting a quick, non-wavering pace. He tried to hush you again but now, his hand moved from your throat to straight over your mouth. You desperately wanted him to know how good he felt. You wanted to show the appreciation to what he was making you feel.

“Why?” You mumbled against his large, imposing palm.

“Because you’ll make me cum before I can teach you a lesson.” He growled into your ear while he pulled out, gripped your skin and flipped you over so you could shove your face into a pillow and bite it instead of making any more noise.

“Good girl.”   

[maloskiworld]

Confession - Mick Schumacher

MASTERLIST (requests are open!)

Summary : A jealous Mick could lead to the confession you've been dying to hear.

Warnings : none i think ?

Words count : +4.2K

A/N : Thanks to the lovely anon that requested this ! Hope you all enjoy🌻

PS : English isn’t my first language, so sorry if there’s any mistakes ! Plus it's not proofread yet💛

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"I hate neck exercices", you complained once again during your workout session with your trainer and Mick.

"Really ? You didn't mention it !", the swissman man answered, faking a gasp. You rolled your eyes and took a towel to get rid of the wet sensation around your face and neck.

"Alright kids, I'm leaving. Please, Y/N, don't kill yourself trying something new", your physio said, and left laughing to himself. Soon enough, Mick joined him.

"And what are you laughing about ?", you looked straight into Mick blue eyes. You stared at them for too long, and could feel your cheeks starting to burn.

Truth was : you were deep deep deep in love with the one and only Mick Schumacher. You met him at the Ferrari Driver Academy. You arrived in F3 while he was in F2. He immediately took you under his wing, always protecting to you and making sure you were okay. He'd watch your races and give you advices, probably the reason why you were actually leading the championship. You hang out with him all the time, where one was the other followed. He was so sweet and so nice to you, it didn't take much effort from him for you to fall in love with him. Everything he was doing drove you crazy.

"Not at you", he joked around. You looked away quickly, not wanting him to see your pinky cheeks.

The other truth : Mick was unaware of your feelings for him. That was something you didn't plan on changing. His friendship was so precious and you refused to risk it. You'd rather have a part of him than nothing at all.

"Lost in your thoughts ?", he asked, sudden concern in his voice. Always so caring.

"Yeah, sorry. I think I'm getting tired", you smiled lightly, still not meeting his eyes.

"Hey, schatz, is everything okay ?"

That nickname. One day, it'll be the death of you. You loved hearing him calling you this way, it rolled so easily from his beautiful lips, but it also ripped your heart out. It reminded you of what you will never have.

"Earth to Y/N ?", he insisted, this time sitting next to you. He pushed his shoulder against yours.

"Yeah, it's all alright", you told him. Hiding your feelings for him was eating you alive.

"You know you can talk to me", he assured you.

You couldn't help but let out a sarcastic laugh. Hey Mick, do you wanna know what's weighting on me ? My freaking love for you ! Stupid.

"Did you just laugh at me ?", he was dumbfounded.

"No, no, no", you panicked. "I wasn't. There's just a lot of things going through my mind right now. It feels heavy", you opened up a little.

"Pressure. I know what it feels like, my name's not really helping."

Mick rarely talked about his father, he was really private with his feelings about this situation. You always respected it, but still making sur he knew he could tell you things if he wanted.

"But you're doing extremely fine, Y/N. Look at everything you're achieving, it's fucking impressive. You're so brave, and you're going to thrive. You're leading the championship, do you realize that ?", he placed a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You whole body shivered when you felt his fingers against your skin.

"I'm proud of you, and I know you're going to make me even prouder", he said.

It wasn't weird for the both of you to be so close. Your friendship had always been like that. You were a touchy person, and so was he.

"I'm so glad your in my life", you told him honestly, fearing it sounded a bit like a confession.

"Pleasure's mine", he sais getting up. He reached out for you hand. "C'mon, let's leave this place", he winked at you.

You went separate ways just to change. You dressed as quickly as you could, but still he was waiting for you outside.

"How can you change that fast ? I literally was Lightning McQueen !", you told him.

"Talent", he replied with a big smile.

"Fuck off", you walked past him.

When you arrived to the gym, it was hot and sunny. But the weather changed so fast, now it was all grey. Suddenly, it poured rain. Mick put his jacket over your head.

"C'mon, I'm taking you to my place !", he shouted. You lived pretty far away from the gym, it wasn't an issue since you loved to walk. Well, it was a problem when rain joined the party.

You ran with Mick in the streets, laughing like two idiots. You arrived at his little combo, completely breathless. You threw your bag in a corner, making your way in the kitchen to get some water. Mick was quicker than you and gave you a glass. You thanked him before drinking it all.

"Wow, easy tiger", you laughed a little.

"I was dehydrated", you tried to justify yourself poorly.

"You wanna take a shower ?", you nodded your head really fast. A hot and steamy shower was probably what you needed most right now. If the guy proposing it didn't count.

"Just let your clothes at the door, I'll put them in the dryer, and let you some of my clothes ? You'll be warm and comfy", he said so casually, your eyes widened. "The shower glass isn't transparent, I promise I won't see anything", he said while leaving for his bedroom.

You took all the courage you could gather and went in his bathroom. Everything was aligned perfectly, it looked like Mick so much. His perfume was there, the one scent you would never get tired of. You got rid of your wet clothes and hopped in the shower. You turned the water on.

"Y/N, can I come in ?", you heard Mick asked through the door.

"Yeah", your stress level got higher, reaching a point it doesn't even do when you're racing. You wished so bad he'd join you.

"You can use my stuff if you want", he said before shutting the door again. You did as you were told, and hugged yourself in Mick's scent.

You finished to clean up and put on his clothes. It was so comfy, you could easily wear that all day.

"Feeling warmer ?", Mick asked you. He was sitting on his couch, changed into new clothes and looking up at his phone.

"Yeah", you looked outside the window, seeing how rain was still falling. You feared storm will soon join the party. "Do you mind if I stay here tonight ? I don't feel safe walking back that late and-", you got lost in your explanations.

"You're always welcome here, no apology", he gestured you to come next to him. You went laying close to him, but still letting a space between the both of you.

"Do you wanna talk ?", he asked you, referring to the convo you just had.

"I'm fine, really, don't worry", you marked a pause. "I just wanna enjoy the next GP and not overthink too much... If my brain let me !", you joked. Mick laughed a little.

"Don't let him a choice then. For tonight, let's not think about it. Movie ?", he proposed.

You enjoyed watching a movie with him, snuggling closer when the weather outside started to get worse and worse. You were falling asleep on his shoulder.

"Schatz, hey Y/N", Mick whispered to you. "You need to go to bed, c'mon", he said and carried you in his bed.

He put you down and wrapped you under the covers.

"Goodnight, Y/N", he told you before escaping the bedroom.

"Mick, where are you going ?", you asked sleepy.

"I'm taking the couch -"

"We can share", you patted the spot next to you and drifted off to sleep.

When you woke up, Mick was already up. You joined him in the kitchen. After taking a quick breakfast, he accompanied you to your flat.

On the way back, you received a text.

"Oh my god !", you screamed happily. Mick smiled because of your sudden burst of energy.

"What's going ?", he asked.

"One of my friend is coming to see me during the next GP ! It's freakin amazing, I haven't seen him in so long", you were beyond happy.

Cam was your bestfriend. You grew up together in your small town. Ever since you joined F3, it got harder and harder to see each other. Every occasion you could spend together, it would be used. He was the male version of you. You couldn't wait to show him everything during the GP. It would also mean that he would met Mick. Your two favorite boys meeting, it was an absolute dream.

"I can't wait ! I'll introduce him to you, you'll see, he's sooo funny" you told Mick.

You didn't notice how the other driver shut down ever since you mentioned Cam. He got really quiet.

"Good for you", he just said.

The GP arrived in the blink of an eye. You were so excited. Cam was with you almost every minute of it, exception made of when you were driving. But one presence left a hole in you. Mick. He didn't show up at all in your garage like he always do. You weren't thinking much of it. You just thought he was tired, or way too focused on his own race.

You won your race, and celebrate it with your whole team. You quickly went to change and joined Cam, who was waiting for you in the hospitality.

"You are a freakin beast, Y/N Y/L/N !", he said laughing.

"Thanks, I gave it all for you", you winked and gave him a hug, like you always did.

The both of you stayed inside a little to chat. Soon, your stomach started to demand food, and you both agreed on a take out in your hotel room.

You went outside, Cam on your track. You were laughing at something dumb and punched him in the arm a little. The two of you were in your own little world, that you built up through the years.

You saw Mick standing near by, already looking at you. There was something in his eyes that you didn't really recognize. It was like he was looking at you but was staring in the outer space.

"Hey Mick", you rushed near him, he only gave you a small smile in your return joyless. "I've missed you in the garage today"

"I was busy with my own race, Y/N", he harshly replied. You were taken aback by his words, well mostly his tone, stepping a little away from him.

"I - I see", you stammered on your words.

"Your boyfriend's waiting for you", he told you and left.

You didn't had time to process the information that Mick was out of your sight.

"He's not my boyfriend !", you yelled at him but were sure he didn't hear you.

"Is everything okay ?", Cam asked you, walking closer to you.

You nodded and hummed simply, still trying to understand what the fuck just happened.

"So he's your Mick ? Doesn't look like the prince charming you've been describing", your friend said.

"Uh... Yeah, I don't know what... It's the first time that he's acting like that with me. I - I really don't understand", you were beyond confused.

You moved on with your night, but your little interaction with Mick stuck into your head. You did your goodbyes with Cam - who wanted to go back to his place by driving in the night. Weird like always, you thought, but you let him go, making him promise to text when he arrived. Cam never did things like everyone else, and that was probably something that you liked about your best friend.

You tried to go to sleep, but your swissman didn't left your mind. You sent him a text.

Y/N : are you up ? is everything ok ?

Mick saw it almost immediately but you never got an answer. That made you kind of stressed. What the hell could you have possibly done to be treated like this ?

Y/N : c'mon Mick, what's going on ?

Read.

Y/N : could you pretend to care for a minute and text me back ?

Another read.

That's it, you had enough. You got up in less than a second, not caring about anything. You run through the corridors of the hotel to find his room. Since you and Mick were both part of the Ferrari Driver Academy, you would always be in the same hotel. You knocked really loud on his door. At first, you didn't heard anything. What if Mick just fell asleep on his phone ? You tried again.

"Y/N, if it's you, just leave please", Mick spoke through the door, his voice muffled.

Soaring the theory of falling asleep, he was truly avoiding you.

"I won't leave until you open this door and talk to me", you said.

He didn't answer. You were once again face with silence.

"Mick, please, I need to see you", you were now pleading, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. "C'mon, don't do this to me", hurt could be heard in your voice.

Mick opened the door slowly. You looked at his face, and were devastated. His eyes was red, and his dark circles showing a little more. He looked exhausted, like he has been crying all night.

"Hey, what's going ?", you pushed him nicely to enter the room and close the door behind you. He stayed there, not moving or daring to look at you in the eyes.

"Mick ?", you put your hand on his face, slowly caressing it. He flinched away.

"You shouldn't do that", he murmured, before sitting on his bed, hands rushing through his blond hair.

"Why are you saying that ? That's what I always do when you need comfort", you spoke softly, hoping this would calm him. Seeing him in this state made you feel terrible. You knew Mick didn't love you like you did, but you really thought that you were the first one he'd rushed to when he was sad. Point was you were the one hurting him, without knowing it.

"He's probably waiting for you", he kept talking.

"Who ? No one's waiting for me", you were completely lost.

"I'm not a fucking fool, Y/N", this time he started shouting. Mick never lost his patience with you. He never raised his voice at you.

"Don't talk to me like that !", you defended yourself, but refused to scream back.

"I'm done with you playing with me alright ? I have enough, can you hear that ?", he got up and tried to push you out of his room. Luckily for you, he was way too tired to fight you.

"I don't understand what's going ? Are you on drugs or something ?", you let your hands on his chest.

"No !", he yelled. "I'm tired of all this, can't you see ?", he looked at you ad all you could see was sadness in his crystal blue eyes. Once again, you put your hand on his cheek and rubbed it a little.

"Please, stop doing that", he pleaded you, but you kept your hand where it was, eyes closed.

"Why ? What's going on in that head of yours ?", you asked.

"I can't tell you", he groaned and escaped your touch to go back to his bed. But he didn't sit on it, he looked outside the window, staying still. "Can you leave me alone ?"

Normally, you'd do as you were told. You would have let him alone, facing his thoughts. Because when one of you needed some time without the other, you'd understand. But this time, it wasn't the case.

"I will, just tell me what's going on. Did I do something wrong ?", you were now scared you did something to hurt him.

"No", he just said.

"Then what is going on ?", you spoke a little louder.

You were about to continue your sentence when your phone rang. You answered it.

"Hey, Cam. Already ? How was the trip ? Great. Thanks, you're so sweet. Yeah, it was nice to see you. Bye", when you ended the phone call and saw that Mick was staring right at you. He scoffed, and let a sarcastic laugh.

"What ?", you asked, a bit offended he was laughing at you.

"Your boyfriend is already gone ?", he asked.

"Cam's not... He's not my boyfriend. Is that what's wrong with you ? You cant stand that I have an other friend ?", you couldn't help but feel kinda mad. He had no rights to be angry at you because you had friends. You only met this year, of course you didn't let your old life behind just for him.

"No, it's not like that", he tried to interrupt you, but you were unstoppable.

"What's wrong with you ? I really don't get, it's not making any senses", you shouted.

"I'm jealous !", Mick shouted too.

"Oh jealous ? There's nothing to be jealous about, what the fu-"

"I love you, okay ? Since the first day I met you ! And I'm sorry but it kills me to see that you don't feel the same. Sometimes I think about you with someone else, and it's making me loose my mind. I love you so much and I wanna be the one for you. You're everything I need, everything I want. You're just the perfect girl, how did you want me not fall in love with you ? And you're so easy to love, I'm pretty sure every guy you met has a crush on you, so why would you choose me ?", he confessed, tears falling down on his cheeks.

You stood there, dumbfounded. You were taken aback by that sudden confession. You dreamt about this moment, but never thought it would happen one day. You tried to speak but words were stuck in your throat.

"I just... I needed to get it out of my chest, I'm sorry, you- you can leave, I'm used to it...", he was shaking.

His last sentence broke your heart into a million pieces. You never planned on leaving his side, hoping one day you'd feel like home for him. You took a few steps closer to him, and cupped his cheeks in your hands.

"Hi", you whispered, still thinking about the right words to say.

"Y/N, don't-"

"I have a very specific type of boy", you told him, smiling a little. "Blond, with blue eyes, nice and really funny. Also, very important, driving in F2 for the Ferrari Driver Academy. And I kinda like the name Schumacher", your smiled grew a little more when you felt him relax under your touch. "By any chances, would you know someone that matched that description ?"

"I can think of someone, yeah", he said, drying his cheeks before hugging you closer to his body. A heat wave pierced your own.

"Nice, because he's the only guy I want", you murmured.

"If I had known our feelings were mutual, I would have make a move sooner", he said, his fingers caressing your hair.

You laughed a little, and put your forehead against his.

"I'm sorry, Schatz, I didn't really mean to take it out on you, but it was weighting on me", he explained, eyes closed.

"Do you remember our last training at the gym ? When you told me I could talk to you ?", he hummed in response. "I didn't say anything because you were what was going on on my mind", you confessed. He smiled and opened his eyes. "I really like you, Mick, like a lot"

"So we were both liking each other and scared to confess ?", he said.

"It's safe to say we were both really dumb", you laughed a little.

His eyes went to scan your face, looking at every features of it.

"There's nothing I dislike about that angelic face of your", he whispered.

You were about to answer when a knock made the both of you split up. You looked at Mick really confused.

"Oi, Mick, I missed you at the partyyyyyyyyy"

You chuckled, recognizing the voice of the one and only Arthur Leclerc.

"Is that a girl ? Mick fucking Schumacher, are you with a girl ? Oh my, open the door ! Or don't, I don't wanna see your naked body ! That's disgusting", the young monegasque kept talking.

"Go hide in the bed", Mick said to you quietly and went to open the door.

"At least, tell me you're using protection, kid ! Oh, hey, lover boy. Let me come in, I wanna see what the mysterious girl", but Mick forced Arthur to stay out. You were dying of laughter under the covers.

"C'mon, I'm not going to scare her away", and he suddenly gasped. "Olala, I promise I won't be saying anything to Y/N, zip mouth closed", and you were sure he was mimicking a key locking his mouth.

"Do you ever just shut up, Leclerc ?"

"Nah, it's not part of my beautiful personality", Arthur replied.

"Putain, Arthur, t'es en train d'emmerder qui encore ? Viens-là, on va se coucher", you heard his girlfriend Carla shout, but didn't understand a word she said.

(Fuck, Arthur, who are you bothering again ? C'mon, we're going to bed)

"Carla, t'es pas fun, on va prendre un dernier verre avec Mick et sa copine fantôme", Arthur told her back.

(Carla, you're not funny, let's take a last drink with Mick and his gosht girlfriend)

"La ferme", Mick spoke a little bit of french and that was damn attractive.

(Shut up)

"Désolée Mick, et toi tu restes avec moi maintenant. Bonne soirée !", she said.

(Sorry Mick, and you, you are staying with me now. Goodnight !)

Mick closed the door and a sigh escaped his lips. He went back to the bed, and lifted the covers to see you laughing really hard. He soon joined you, and laid beside you.

"That guy is a whole circus to himself", he said.

"Yeah, he is. I would have never heard the end of it if he saw me there", you laughed.

"Would you mind ?", Mick said, suddenly getting serious.

"Mind what ?"

"Arthur pissing you off because we... I mean, if we were dating or something ?", you could feel his nervousness, and saw his cheeks getting pinker.

"I'd have to get used to it", you said.

You were now facing each other. Mick put his hand on your face.

"Shall we pick up where we were ?", he asked and you nodded. "I think I was telling you I much you are-"

"Why did Arthur meant by not telling me if there was another girl here ?", you cut him off, that little sentence stuck in your mind. Mick sighed.

"Pretty much all the paddock knows I have strong feelings for you, Y/N. That dumbass didn't even think it could be you right now"

"Really ?"

"Yeah. It's a little bit obvious", he chuckled. "I mean, you're the only one with whom I'm that touchy", he explained.

"Guess I'm the blind one", you told him.

"As long as you're seeing it now, it's fine by me"

"You're so perfect", you whispered to him, getting a little bit closer.

"Is it okay if I kiss you ?", he asked, like the perfect gentleman he was.

"Please"

Kissing Mick was a mix of a dozen emotions at a time. Happiness, love, fire, desire... Everything. A firework exploded in your body.

You spent the rest of the night, talking to each other, kissing, and whispering sweet things in each other ears. You fell asleep in his arms, and it was safe to say it was the best night you ever had in your life.

You woke up to Mick already looking at you.

"Hi, creep. Staring for a while ?", you asked, yawning.

"Couldn't help it. You looked so peaceful when you're sleeping", he said. You hummed.

"Weirdo", you replied before giving him a good morning kiss. It was so slow, new and old at the same time. His lips tasted so sweet, almost like honey.

"I won't ever be tired of this, waking up with you in my arms"

"Me too"

"Breakfast, love ?", he asked nicely.

After getting ready, you both stepped out of the hotel room.

"No fucking way !", you heard Arthur shout. Of course, he had to get out of his room at the same time as you. He definitely look a bit like he was hangover.

"I should've know it was you. The two lover birds finally reunited", he said, so proud of himself.

"Yeah, and I don't plan on letting her go", Mick said. He hugged you from the back and planted a kiss on top of your heard. Mick was your home.

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[just-random-ideas]

Just to be clear

AN: Hi! This is my first imagine, and english is not my first language, but I hope you like it.

Mick Schumacher x reader

Summary: The German driver has a huge crush on you, but flirting isn not his strenght.

Word count: 907

Mick wasn't in love with you. Or at least it was what he liked to tell himself before seeing you. But when his heart raced everytime he saw you and cringe when you left, it was harder for him to fool himself.

You and Mick had met at Haas, when Mick arrived for his first year in Formula 1. Your job was to accompany the Haas drivers to their press engagements.

You two had gotten along from the beginning, since Mick was very responsible and kind, he made your job easier. You had become friends quickly, you always had something to talk about and made each other laugh.

Before he noticed, you were the first person he wanted to talk with after a race, or before, or all the time if he was being honest.

And yet... you were so clueless about it.

It wasn't that you hadn't noticed that Mick was especially nice to you, but to be fair the german driver was nice to everyone, so you didn't think much of it.

Mick knew he hadn't been very upfront about how he felt about you. Whenever he tried to flirt with you, he ended up sounding more friendly than flirtatious. Something that had not gone unnoticed by his teammate.

-Well that was just sad- Kevin laugued after seeing Mick flirtatious attempt fail once again.

Mick rubbed his hands over his face in frustration.

-I know

Kevin shook his head chuckling -You have to be more straightfoward

-And how do I do that?

-Well you could just kiss her -Kevin burst out laughing when he saw his partner blush- I´m messing with you Mick, ask her out, invite her to dinner or something.

And so he did. Well, sort of. He had gotten a bit stumped on the words and the invitation had been rather vague, but you had accepted, so he considered it a succes.

Few hours later he knocked on the door of your hotel room, he stood in front of you with a very nice navy blue shirt, styled hair and a red rose on his hand. You couldn´t help but blushed a little, you couldn´t remember the last time someone had given you flowers and the fact that they were given to you by your crush made it more special. You placed the flower in a glass of water and you two started your way to his car in orde to get to the restaurant.

However the conversation didn´t go as smoothly as usual. You kept trying to find a topic to talk about but the german kept letting it die answering in monosylables. It wasn´t that he didn´t wanna talk to you, he was just too nervous, he still wasn´t sure how to be more "straightfoward" with his intentions, the problem was that now he wasn´t talking at all.

The silence wasn´t something you necessarily found unconfortable, especially with Mick, but he seemed weird, so you started worrying. When you finally got to the restaurant you talked again.

-Is everything alright?- You asked as you gently touched his arm. The tingling in his arm that your touch and your worried look provoked, helped him to get out of his head.

-Yes, sorry- He said while giving you a kind smile.

Things went back to normal during the dinner. You talked about work and how excited you were for the next race. The only problem was that back to normal meant friendly, and even though you were fine with it, you knew Mick wasn't exactly a flirt, and you didn't care, that wasn't why you liked him, but Mick couldn't help but feel a little defeated. This is not how things should be. You two should be together and he should be able to freely tell you how he felt about you. But he couldn´t.

You had a very good time, as you always did, but as you two approached the door of your room you felt a little disappointed, maybe you had misunderstood. Maybe it hadn't been a date, other than the rose there had been nothing to make this outing any different than any other time you had gone out.

Mick knew that as well, you had a good time, a friendly good time. Kevin's words kept running through his head. "You need to be more straighfoward" he had tried, "Invite her to dinner or something" He had and nothing had changed.

Although there was still something he hadn't tried. "You could just kiss her". Well, that was definitely straightfoward, and they say an action is worth a thousand words. Maybe the fact that he was uncapable of flirting with you didn´t mean he couldn´t make his intentions clear.

-I guess I´ll see you t- You hadn't finished saying goodbye when the German smashed his lips against yours. You had to admit that this was not how you imagined a kiss with Mick, but you were not disappointed at all. You brought your hands up to the back of his head and he wrapped his arms around your waist.

Mick smiled in the middle of the kiss. Flirting with you felt forced, but kissing you felt so natural, so right.

He rested his forehead on yours once you parted for air.

-Just to be clear, I want you to be my girlfriend. -You couldn't help but laugh a little

-Just to be clear, I also want to be your girlfriend

[paddockbunny]

At risk of letting myself in for hate…..

I’d love for those who read my works to tell me if anything I’ve written gives you the ick!

It can be a line, the plot, the dialogue anything contributing to the story.

*EDIT - for example: using “member” when talking about his 🍆 or phrases in dirty talk like “good girl”

I’m currently reading a novel and I’m cringing so bad and finding the lead male so icky that it’s made me wonder about my own writing.

So please, if you can think of anything slide into my asks box 🙏🏼

(Any straight up abuse or super negative comments obviously will be deleted because there no need to be nasty and hurtful.)

[paddockbunny]

Guys I have an idea for a Mick light Dom situation and I’m so pent up plotting it!!!

ITS SPICCCCCCY 🌶️🌶️🌶️