#nico hulkenberg x reader smut

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╰┈➤ Day 1 - Bondage (LN4)

╰┈➤ Day 2 - Choking (OP81)

╰┈➤ Day 3 - Impact Play (T.W)

╰┈➤ Day 4 - Knismolagnia (LH44)

╰┈➤ Day 5 - Maiesiophilia (LS18)

╰┈➤ Day 6 - Sensation Play (KR7)

╰┈➤ Day 7 - Orgasm Play (CL16)

╰┈➤ Day 8 - Nipple Play (CS55)

╰┈➤ Day 9 - Marking Up (DR3)

╰┈➤ Day 10 - Stomach Bulging (LS2)

╰┈➤ Day 11 - Pegging (SV5)

╰┈➤ Day 12 - Clit Play (KM20)

╰┈➤ Day 13 - Squirting (NH27)

╰┈➤ Day 14 - Vaginal Virginity (FA14)

╰┈➤ Day 15 - Fingers In Mouth (MW2)

╰┈➤ Day 16 - Cunnilingus (JB22)

╰┈➤ Day 17 - Licking (LH44)

╰┈➤ Day 18 - Fellatio (GR63)

╰┈➤ Day 19 - Oral Virginity (DR3)

╰┈➤ Day 20 - Somnophilia (PG10)

╰┈➤ Day 21 - Spit (KR7)

╰┈➤ Day 22 - Thigh Kink (MV33)

╰┈➤ Day 23 - Cum Marking (NR6)

╰┈➤ Day 24 - Facial (CL16)

╰┈➤ Day 25 - Snowballing (LS18)

╰┈➤ Day 26 - Tightness (T.W)

╰┈➤ Day 27 - Ass Worship (MSC47)

╰┈➤ Day 28 - Footjob (AA23)

╰┈➤ Day 29 - Handjob (MV33)

╰┈➤ Day 30 - Sexy Clothing (MW2)

╰┈➤ Day 31 - Uniform (KM20)

[bunnys-kisses]

the dnf club (vol. 5)

nico hulkenberg

tags: smut/pwp, brazil gp '24, secret relationship, mechanic!reader, rough sex, dom/sub dynamic, oral sex (nico receives)

a/n: this is my first time writing nico! i'm a little nervous, but i hope ya'll love it!

carlos edition // franco edition // alex edition // lance edition

you could feel nico's hungry gaze when he stepped into the paddock. this man stood at six feet tall, it could be a little intimidating. you knew the best course of action would've been to make a hasty escape and out of his field of vision.

but something quivered in you when he gave you another glance before his attention was pulled elsewhere. it lingered on you, in a way that made you stomach twist. while the dnf was not your fault, nico had every intention to pin it on you and you alone. that you'd need to correct your misdoing.

"how is my, prinzessin?" he said when he finally got you alone. a strong arm wrapped around your middle, "you promised me something before the race, didn't you? that you'd make me a winner." he leaned in further towards you, his weight pressed you into yourself, "guess that didn't happen."

you looked up at nico as he sat on the edge of the expensive hotel bed. his hand in your hair and down the side of your face. you squirmed. he was fully clothed, the haas logo across his chest. you on the other hand were stripped of your clothes. the kit you wore when you were out of your mechanics clothes.

while the haas logo wasn't across your pretty chest, nico's dark hickies littered the skin instead. when he got your naked, he left enough bruises to remind you exactly who you worked for. you were hired to make him win and he guessed he just had to get you into peak shape.

"i'm sorry you didn't win, sir." and to do that, meant a familiar game of dominant and submissive, "i'll do better next time." you shifted on your knees a little before he took you by the face. you looked up at him. there was something strong and domineering about him. it was almost scary. it made something comb through you as he roughly patted your cheek.

"see, this is what i like to hear. you behaving." the power dynamic was undeniable. he had power over you and you knew that you fell right into it.

he got his cock out of his jeans and you dutifully went in and touched it with your lips. soon your mouth was fully on it with his hand in your hair. most would feel a sense of defeat when faced with a dnf. but not nico. nico was more than happy to get the frustration out on you, his cock ruin you for an evening.

you were a good girl and took his entire length as best as you could. you didn't like silly things like you gag reflex get in the way of pleasuring him. making him feel good. he tugged at your hair and curled over you to admire how you choked down on his cock. that was why you two made such a good team, you were nico's little stress toy. anytime he felt the pressure of racing, he had a soft cunt to bully his cock into. he knew he wasn't just having your throat tonight. you taking his cock in your mouth was just a taster for what he truly wanted. to be balls deep inside of you.

"you're perfect." he said, "you have no idea. i know you gave me a little failure, but, i can look over it. i know you were just so stressed that you had a little mishap. but that's okay. i forgive you." he pinched your cheek and you looked up at him. you moaned a little bit as you continued to pleasure him.

you made a small noise and nico pressed your further head further against his cock. your nose in his pubic hair before you continued your heavy thrusts of his cock. you felt the shudder of want through you. you planted your hands on his thighs so you wouldn't be tempted to touch yourself. you felt the thrill of sexual pleasure through you as you continued to move your head up and down on his cock.

"trained you just as i like." he chuckled as he felt the surge of pleasure in his body. it wasn't every day he got oral from such a pretty girl. you always did him so proud, always apologetic when he didn't win. it was cute. but he still wanted more.

"come here, prinzessin." he pulled you away from his cock and up onto his lap. his cock fit into you easily and he thoroughly just rutted against you. the roughness of his jeans rubbed against your naked body, you felt over sensitive as you started to ride him.

your voice caught in your throat as you moved against him.

he admired you on top of him. his hands on your bare ass. he grabbed at you as he met your pace. wasn't the easiest to have sex fully clothed, but it was too late for that now. right now nico was driven by the need to fuck your sweet little cunt. to make you squirm and moan until he finished. get all that aggression out. his little mechanic was also good at making him feel good. where he couldn't get trophies, he could bully your sweet cunt until you were a cute little moaning mess. it was all his, you were all his.

he kissed at your neck, leaving more hickies in his wake. his grip on you tightened as he moved you up and down on his cock. your core yearned for him. you felt the flush of pleasure through your body as he quickly fucked you. no one else could ever fuck you like him.

it didn't help that his cock was heavy and thick, that it stretched you in ways that made you see stars. you loved his rough actions, you loved when it hurt. and most of all you adored when you felt streaks of hot pleasure through to your core.

you look good like this." he said as he bounced you on his cock. he could tell that you were losing momentum. that the pleasure was becoming too much. he pulled you in by your shoulders for a heated kiss as he continued to fuck you.

"my little mechanic." he said when he pulled away and slapped you on the ass. your back arched and you clung to his shoulders tighter. he watched you reach your climax and your noises getting painfully loud.

you tensed up around him and arched your back. you felt the leap in your chest as orgasm wracked through you. he pulled you in for another searing kiss and you worked your self through your climax. you were a determined little thing.

he continued to thrust up into you, fuck the anger out of you. you made sweet noises as reached his own climax. he came inside of you, made sure every drop was inside of you. keep a little reminder of him in you when you worked on his car. that you'd know for next time.

after both of your climaxes. you ended up face first on the bed with your ass slightly up. your heard the shuffle of clothes and eventually you were pressed further into the bed by nico's large body. his cock sticky and hard once more. he rubbed against your back and there was not getting out from under him.

"oh, prinzessin. we're not done. we have a whole night of you correcting your wrongs." <3

[mxstellatayte]

Morning head with Hulkenberg

nsfw under the cut <3 minors can lurk but please do not interact!

the sound of sheets rustling and the feeling of the mattress dipping below you wakes you, and your sleep-muddled brain doesn't initially process the feeling of large hands gently spreading your thighs apart or broad shoulders settling between them. it definitely does register your pyjama shorts being tugged to the side and feather-light kisses ghosting your upper thighs, though. a soft groan pushes its way past your lips, and you feel nico chuckle against the sensitive skin there.

"good morning, love," he says, and you can picture his annoyingly smut grin perfectly.

"good morning, nico." you haven't even opened your eyes yet, but you reach your arms up above your head, stretching out your stiff muscles. "hungry?"

"starved. may i?"

"go ahead." nico doesn't waste a moment before licking a long stripe along your cunt, making you gasp at the sensation. "oh, nico, fuck." your left hand grasps at the pillow below you and your right dives down to rake through his blonde hair, tugging slightly. he eats you out with an intensity you rarely see from him, and it makes your stomach twist with pleasure.

the added sensitivity from just having woken up sends you hurtling towards your orgasm much faster than normal, and when nico's right hand abandons your thigh and instead reaches up to grasp at your breast, you cum with a cry of his name.

you open your eyes for the first time today, grinning like an absolute idiot when you see nico's blissful expression between your thighs. "have i ever mentioned that i love you?"

"just a few times. i'd love to hear you say it again, though," he replies, cocky as ever as he crawls up to you, kissing you gently.

"well, i love you."

"i love you, too."

[vroomvroommuppettrecs]

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[saltylemontears]

the vibes event is now open!

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requests are now open <3

hello lovlies! my inbox is now open and ready for requests. so send them in and i'll make sure to write all of them! any topic works, i might not write smut (i will decide after seeing the request) but any driver, any trope, any topic works! super excited! <3

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Fanfic requests plsss

After my successful Logan story, I want to write more. But I am so uncreative in finding a good prompt to write abouttttt.

so plsss plsss plsssss guyssss

give me some prompts about any f1 driver, preferably f1 x reader, but I am very open to anything else aswell.

Love you all so much and survive a non race week well

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[faithshouseofchaos]

could I request sunshine!nico hulkenberg x grumpy!reader? smut or not is up to you, male, female or gn reader also up to you. thinking of lots of teasing and giggling kisses while the other tries not to smile

“Don’t fight it” — Nico Hulkenberg x GN!reader

Word count—355

Fluff

@egeos

The door creaked open, and Nico popped his head inside with a grin so bright it could rival the sun. You didn’t look up from your book, already bracing for whatever nonsense he was about to unleash.

“Hey, grumpy,” he sang, stretching the word like he was trying to make it cute. “What are we doing tonight? Dancing? Karaoke? Oh! Baking cookies!”

You sighed, flipping a page without acknowledging him. “I’m reading.”

He stepped fully into the room, his footsteps exaggeratedly light as if he were sneaking up on you. “Ah, reading. Such a noble pursuit. But don’t you think it would be even better with a kiss from your absolutely adorable boyfriend?”

You rolled your eyes, pretending to be unbothered. “I think it’d be better without interruptions.”

“Oh, so cold!” Nico gasped, clutching his chest like you’d wounded him. “Don’t you know my heart is fragile?”

Before you could respond, he plopped onto the couch beside you and rested his chin on your shoulder, grinning like a kid. “Come on, just one smile. You know you want to.”

“I don’t.”

“You dooo,” he teased, nudging his nose against your neck.

You fought the twitch in your lips, determined not to give him the satisfaction. “Nico.”

“Yes, my grumpy darling?”

“Leave me alone.”

“Hmm,” he mused, clearly ignoring you. Then, with zero warning, he started peppering light kisses all over your face—your cheek, your temple, even the tip of your nose. His giggles were infectious, but you clenched your jaw, refusing to break.

“Stop,” you grumbled, trying to twist away.

“You stop being so cute!” he shot back, his arms wrapping around you to hold you in place.

Despite your best efforts, a tiny laugh escaped, and Nico froze dramatically, his eyes wide. “Was that a laugh?!”

“No,” you said quickly, your face heating up.

“It was!” he exclaimed, positively glowing now. “Victory is mine!”

“Don’t push it.”

“Oh, I’m definitely pushing it.”

And before you could protest, he pulled you into his lap, grinning ear to ear as he kissed you again, this time slow and sweet.

This time, you didn’t fight the smile.

[alocon]

Forever Irresistible [5/5] - Lando Norris

Lando Norris x Fem!Reader

written by alocon

Summary: Despite all hope, Lando never lost his feelings for his best friend's twin sister. However, he still hadn't acted on it. Well, that was until the party, which led you two into a long-term secret relationship

Warnings and Tropes: Fluff, implied smut (no actual smut though), final part

[Part One Here] [Part Two Here] [Part Three Here] [Part 4 Here] [Masterlist]

Irresistible - LN4 x Fem!Reader

“Can we get lunch together tomorrow to talk? Just me and you?”, the 12 words which had been absolutely overwhelming you for the past hour. Rather than give you an idea about what your brother wanted to talk about, Max had instead left you with an ominous “could go either way” message.

You see, it seemed like he was coming around after that family dinner, when he asked you to message him, but no. He instead expressed that he would not be talking to you for a while to work out how he felt about it. It's fine, you thought, a while may only be a couple of weeks. However, he instead decided that “a while” would be at least 8 months. That being said, it was now the day before you and Lando would fly out to Austin for the COTA grand prix. You would be meeting up with Max for breakfast instead of lunch and then would go straight to the airport to what might possibly be one of your favourite tracks. The atmosphere was great, the racing was fun, and there was only a tiny chance that you would manage to walk around the paddock without Daniel or Logan putting a cowboy hat on your head.

A lot had happened after the 2024 season. Lewis had, of course, gone to Ferrari. Nico Hulkenberg had left Haas, leaving an empty space that Checo filled in. And he had done surprisingly well, scoring Haas’ first ever win. By the power of magic? Who knows but that man had become a hell of a good driver to be able to do that. To bring a tractor to 1st takes some skill, especially with 2 Red bulls, 1 Mercedes and 1 Ferrari still in the race. 

Daniel had taken the Red Bull seat, of course, and Yuki was next in line for it. Liam had taken his place in AlphaTauri. Mercedes had seen a new addition to Formula One, with Frederik Vesti taking the Mercedes seat. It was meant to be Mick but after his Le Mans win, he realised that maybe he preferred world endurance a little more. Carlos had obviously left Ferrari with the addition of Lewis. However, instead of joining another team, he left F1 for a season to rally with his dad and would be driving again in 2026 when Valtteri was planning to do a Kimi and go do another type of racing for a couple of years. Other than that, the grid had remained the same. Max in Red Bull, George in Mercedes, Charles in Ferrari, Lando and Oscar in McLaren (Lando had signed a contract until 2027), Fernando and Lance were still in Aston Martin and were rocking it, Lance having got his first win and Fernando his first in like 10 years in 2024, along with 2 more for his collection. Pierre and Esteban still drive for Alpine, Nico for Haas, Zhou for Sauber, and Alex and Logan for Williams. Logan had done really well, too. He got a couple of podiums the previous season.

Lando still hadn't got his first win. Lots of podiums, but no wins. However, that was hardly his fault. The Red Bull, as per, absolutely ripped. 

Walking into the café, you were nervous. You had no reason to be, realistically speaking. Lan had proven to you that he had absolutely no intention of leaving you because of Max, as he had proven over the past 2 years and a few months. You saw Max already there when you arrived so you took a seat at the table with him. It was mostly quiet until you both had ordered your breakfast and drinks, after which you finally spoke up. “Why have you called me here, Max? After not speaking to me for like 8 or 9 months.”

“I miss you. I miss being your twin, having you to look up to and doing dumb stuff together. I miss being the iconic non-driver grid duo. I-”

You cut him off. “Max if you're going to tell me that and then say something about me breaking up with Lando, I will leave. I will walk out of the door right now.”

“You don't need to do that. I just miss you. If you and Lando being together makes you happy, which it clearly does, then maybe I was overreacting.”

“Maybe? Max, you told him he had to choose between me and you,” you said as you took a bite of your food. “You shouted at me for being with him. Made comments about how it wouldn't last because he doesn't love people. But he loves me. He has for years. And I love him. And I just want that to be okay for someone.”

Max nodded, understanding completely why you were upset with him. He looked at you, waiting a few moments before speaking. “I accept the relationship, just so you know. I think… I have for a while, it just upset me a lot that you didn't think that you could tell me for over a year so I freaked out.”

“I think freak out is an understatement, there. Now if that's all, I have a plane to catch.”

“Wait,” he said, placing his hand on your arm to stop you leaving straight away. “It sounds silly but there is a type of counselling/therapy for family members who want to repair their bonds. I've been going to individual therapy for a year, maybe we could give at least one session of the family therapy a go, see if it helps?”

You sighed, mentally weighing the pros and cons. “Okay. One session and we will see where that takes us. I seriously have to go though, Lando is here to get me.”

You stood up, quickly paying for both of your meals despite your brother's objection. You gave him a hug before you left. COTA here we come, you thought.

The journey to America was on a private jet with some of the other drivers. Lewis had, ever so sweetly, invited you and Lando on his jet along with him (obviously), Charles, Arthur (who was racing this weekend as Charles had badly sprained his wrist the previous day but still wanted to watch his brother drive), and George. The plane ride was great, as always, you all talked and played games, you humbled your boyfriend in many games of Uno and Mario kart, you and Lewis caught up, you and Arthur gossiped, overall, it was a great plane ride.

“And Lando Norris wins the United States Grand Prix!”

You don't think you'd ever cried as much in your life as you had watching your boyfriend cross the finish line. He had tried every single race and finally, for the first time, he had come first after so much bad luck. 

As the checkered flag waved and the roar of the crowd filled the air, Lando stormed across the finish line, the first-time winner of a Formula One Grand Prix. He could hear cheers through the radio from his pit crew, him equally excitedly screaming back. The euphoria of the moment engulfed him, but as he slowed his car to a stop in the pit lane, his mind was consumed by one thought: he had to find you.

In the midst of the chaos and celebration, Lando’s heart raced with anticipation as he tore off his helmet and looked towards the crowd of people waiting for him. He spotted you in the crowd quite quickly, your eyes filled with tears of joy and excitement. He didn’t hesitate to make his way to you, embracing you and lifting you off of your feet and over the barrier that separated you.

"I did it! I finally fucking did it!" Lando whispered, his voice trembling with exhilaration as he buried his head into your shoulder.

Your smile was bigger than he thought he had ever seen before as one of your hands gently played with the curls in his hair. “I knew you could do it, Lan. I’m so so proud of you,” you whispered back, your words filled with unbridled happiness as you gently rocked you both back and forth on the spot. You placed a kiss to the side of his head as you felt his tears soak through your shirt. You didn’t care, though. 

In that moment, amidst the chaos of victory, the blaring of the engines, and the cheers of the crowd, you and Lando found solace in each other's arms. Your love had weathered the turbulent journey of a competitive racing world, and now, in the exhilarating embrace of a triumphant win, you both knew (or more proved to those around you) that you were destined to conquer any challenge together.

As you stood together, surrounded by the intoxicating scent of victory and the warmth of love, Lando realised that this moment was not just about his first win; it was about sharing it with the person who had been his unwavering support for years, his pillar of strength, and (by far) his biggest fan.

“Am I even allowed to be over the barrier?” You inquired quietly as Lando stayed attached to you.

“I don’t know… or care.”

“Well, put me back over, you have to hug the rest of your team and go do your interviews.”

He groaned. Very dramatically. “I don’t want to, I want to stay with you.”

“I’ll be here when you get back, darling.” You looked at him as he sighed before lifting you back over, placing a long kiss to your lips and celebrating with his team before doing his interview. The second he was done with all the podium and media obligations, though, he was dragging you back to the hotel, wanting to cuddle before you all went out to party in the evening. 

Once inside the hotel room, you kissed him. His arms travelled swiftly back to your waist, guiding you backwards as he kissed back, you soon feeling your back touch the door as he crowded you against it. You deepened the kiss, hearing him groan softly as he pressed his body closer to you. His hands started to snake under your McLaren polo that you had “borrowed” from him the day previous, placing themselves on your bare waist. Your hands were in his hair, gently tugging at the curls every so often, making him let out quiet but obscene noises as you kissed. He then started moving you again, this time towards the bed. 

“Are you going to sit there and continue to eye fuck me, Lando?” You asked as you adjusted the bottom of the dress that you had just changed into for the party.

He leant his head back on the wall behind the bed. “I can't help it. You look amazing.”

You chuckled, walking over to him and placing a kiss on his forehead. He responded by pulling you onto his lap. You looked at him, seeing the familiar look in his eyes. “Don't start this again, Lan.”

“Why?”

“We have a party to go to. Wait until later.”

He sighed, pulling you closer into a hug. “You're the most beautiful person in the world, you know?”

The party went as normal. You and Lando both didn't drink much but everyone else did. As usual, there was a lot of chaos caused - mostly by Max, Checo and Daniel, you were convinced that Charles would end up with alcohol poisoning with the amount that he and Lewis drank together, and Logan, Oscar and Fred almost burnt the place down.

Everything seemed (almost) perfect as you laid in bed, in your boyfriend's arms, having just celebrated his first win. Neither of you were asleep yet. Lando could tell because your breathing pattern was different when you slept. Whilst running his hand through your hair, he took in the atmosphere. The way that you softened into his embrace, the little snores you did when you slept, every little thing you did reminded him of how much he loved you.

“Marry me.”

“What?” You said, head instantly snapping up towards your boyfriend.

He was already looking at you. “Marry me.” 

You sat up, him leaning over to switch the bedside lamp on. He returned to look at you, holding a ring in his hand. You were dumbfounded. “Lan.”

He looked into your eyes, placing his forehead against yours before beginning to speak, softly. “I don't want you to think this was the spur of the moment. This sounds silly but I've had this ring for like a year and a half. I've just been waiting for the right moment. And this feels like the right moment. If you don't want to, or feel it's too soon, I completely get it. But if you do, I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He smiled, genuinely, watching as a tear fell down your face. “Please don't cry, it's okay.”

“Yes.”

“Yes as in yes you'll Marry me or you think it's too soon?” He asked, voice soft as he felt a glimmer of hope in his chest

“Yes, as in yes, I will marry you, Lando.”

Now everything was perfect.

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youruser: My boy won his first race finally!! So so proud of him, so here's a Lando appreciation post ❤❤

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landonorris: I love you xx

youruser: I love you too xx

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landonorris: Soulmate appreciation post because she's not the only one allowed to be sappy on the main. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with this beautiful woman ❤❤

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youruser: You're stuck with me now x

landonorris: Wouldn't have it any other way x

mclaren: Congratulations!! Welcome to the McLaren family officially (although you were already in it to us), future Mrs. Norris

youruser: My favourite sm admin, thank you x

-The End-

-Word Count: 2,230 (ish)-

Hi, Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed this mini series x If anyone has any requests for one-shots, possible series, etc about drivers, please feel free to request. You can do so by clicking on my profile and there should be a requests/questions box. Have a good day x Alocon

[maxillness]

What A Mess || Single Dad!NH27 x Babysitter!Reader

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, kitchen sex, daddy kink (if you squint), orgasm denial,

Wordcount: 1.1k

In all the time she had been babysitting, Nico had never called and asked if she could babysit in an hour, so when he had a last minute meeting, he apologised a thousand times when he called her

She told him it was no problem, but he felt so bad, even when she had arrived at his house, he apologised so much he almost became late

“Nico, just go, we’re fine. There’s no need to apologise. Go” She finally managed to get him out of the house

It was late, after dinner when Noemi came up to her on the couch “I wanna bake. And I wanna make a mess when daddy comes home”

Noemi had a mischievous grin on her lips which she returned “Get in the kitchen, I’ll find a recipe” She said as she took her phone out of her pocket

When she got out to the kitchen, Noemi had found the base ingredients; flour, milk, eggs and so on

Not even five minutes in, and they had already made a mess of the kitchen. You couldn’t even see the kitchen counter anymore

Noemi was exhausted when they had finished baking. She ate a cookie before she was tucked into bed

The whole apartment smelled like cookies as she dozed off on the couch

The sound of the door closing startled her awake. She sat up on the couch seeing Nico standing in the hallway

“Hey” She said slurred as she stood up

“Hey. Did I wake you? I’m sorry” He said as she walked towards the kitchen, she followed slowly behind her “It looks like a mess out here. What happened?” He looked back at her

“It was your daughters idea” She chuckled seeing the mess they had made

“What idea? Setting off a bomb?” He asked confused grabbing a cookie from the plate

“I think her precise words were ‘I wanna make a mess when daddy gets home’. Something like that” He chocked a bit as he ate the cookie

“They do taste good, I’ll give you that” He smiled at her

“Good. I better get home” She didn’t get to walk out before Nico spoke up

“No, please stay. I can’t with good conscience let you drive in this weather at this time” He walked closer to her

“I wouldn’t want to bother you with staying-“ “You’re not bothering. Never are” His accent was getting thick as he stood closer, towering over her

She looked down into the ground, feeling the slight blush creep up upon her cheeks. He hooked his finger under her chin, forcing her to look up at him

“Please, stay. Will you?” He lowered his head, inching closer to her “I’ll make it worth your while” They couldn’t get closer without their lips touching

“Prove it. Prove it’s worth staying” She never had this kind of confidence, but something in his blue eyes made her comfortable enough to speak up

He connected their lips softly. It didn’t take long for the kiss to get heated and messy. With his hand trailing down her body, he backed her up to the counter behind her

“Jump” He mumbled into her lips tapping her thigh

“The counter’s dirty, Nico” She grumbled pulling his body closer to her by his waist

“So what? You can shower after” He forced her body up onto the counter, making her yelp in surprise

The mer thought of showering with him could make her come undone right then and there, but her thoughts were interrupted when Nico’s hands trailed to the waist band of her sweats

She bucked her hips up giving him access to pull them and her panties down in one motion. It was a weird sensation between flour and skin, but she didn’t have time to focus on it at the moment

He sank down to the floor, pulling her closer to the edge. She whined when he kissed her inner thigh before putting her leg over his shoulder

She threw her head back with a moan as he darted his tongue out to lick through her folds. He held her thighs tighter as he flicked over her clit, earning another moan from her

“You need to keep quiet, Schatzi. Wouldn’t want to wake up Noemi” She hummed and nodded before he went back to flick over her clit

Her thighs were already starting to shake slightly. He took one of his hands towards her cunt. He slightly teased her entrance with two of her fingers before slowly entering her

She had to bite down hard on her lip to stop herself to spill loud moans as he started curling his fingers up into her

“Fuck. Yes. Right there. Don’t stop, please” Her knuckles turned white from how hard she was gripping the edge of the counter

She started grinding down on his fingers and tongue as she started clenching around him “Fuck, I’m so close, please”

He abruptly pulled his finger out of her and his tongue away. She whined at the loss of his fingers and tongue

He pulled her off the counter and turned her around, bending her over to counter

She couldn't see him, but she heard the sound of his belt being unbuckled and his pants zipped down

She whimpered at the feeling of the tip of his cock lining up with her entrance. He slowly entered her, holding a hand over her mouth to stop her sounds

“Gotta be quiet, sweetheart” His lips were just beside her ear as he whispered his words

She whined against his hand as he started moving in and out of her “Fuck, you feel so good around me” His words were breathy and heavy

His hips sped up, thrusting deep inside her. The pain of her hips slamming against the counter hurt like hell, but god did she not care at the moment

He might’ve said that they need to be quiet, but he did not try to keep the skin against skin sounds quiet

She started clenching around him agains, making him groan low “You’re clenching so good around me” He was starting to twitch inside her

Her thighs started shaking as she came around him “Fuck, can I come inside you?” She could only nod as an answer

Only a few more thrusts and he came inside her. Their breaths both went back to normal before he pulled out of her

He turned her around, kissing her softly “Come on. We’ll take a shower”

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Could you do 11. Nico Hulkenberg with wife reader with quotes #4? Thanks!! :))

this shit is such sweet fluff it almost made me puke anyways have fun with this one! i hope you enjoy :) this one's accidentally a lil bit short sorry :/

you're scrolling on your phone aimlessly when you hear it. the telltale sounds of your daughter squealing with joy as she wakes her little brother, surely about to cause mass amounts of chaos. it's a sound you hear frequently, and it's one that never fails to make you smile. you stand, your bare feet padding down the hallway as you follow the sounds of your children's voices to the kitchen. rounding the corner reveals that they're spooning cereal into their mouths and chatting about their plans for the day. when they see you, though, they jump out of their seats and run to you.

"good morning, mama," they say.

"good morning, sylvie. good morning, lucas. did you two sleep well?"

"yeah! i had a really funny dream about you and daddy." she goes on to tell a tale that you half-pay attention to while cooking a more suitable breakfast (and one that fits with your husband's physio's requirements.) lucas occasionally chimes in with his own dreams, and they create their own little bubble of childhood glee.

the floor creaks to your left and you look up from the sizzling pan, seeing nico walk into the kitchen and smiling when he greets you with a kiss on your cheek. "good morning, love."

"good morning, nico. how was your shower?"

before he can answer, your kids are bounding out of their chairs once again, this time to cling to their father's legs. "lucas, sylvie, good morning. you two sleep well?"

as they yap on about their dreams once more, you finish up breakfast and serve it on plates, setting them down on the kitchen table with quiet clinks. you press a kiss to nico's hair and smile- it smells like his rosemary shampoo.

"your hair is always so soft after you wash it. it's annoying. i love it." nico smiles up at you, and you can't help but kiss him quickly before you sit down to eat your own meal.

yeah. life is pretty good.

[lovelytsunoda]

shut up and put your money where your mouth is // oscar piastri

summary: the reserve drivers have a little mischief pool going, keeping themselves occupied on weekends where they have nothing better to do. until nico hulkenberg pushes y/n and oscar a little too far and makes them confront how they feel about each other

pairing: oscar piastri x female alfa romeo! reader

warnings: alcohol is involved, drinking games are played (spin the bottle, seven minutes in heaven) and a massive prank war is waged on every driver in the paddock, implied smut scene at the end, but no smut is written. sexual innuendos because jack doohan is a little shit, y/n is too cool for oscar (she's also really mean to fernando but in a funny way . . . sorry nando) mentions of a crash ( everybody was fine, y/n is just still feeling the emotional effects )

author's note: so for a while now i've been wanting to make a story or a fic that focuses on the reserve drivers because i feel like they all sort of get forgotten, so this fic is dedicated to the reserves and those who hide behind the scenes : )

"alright, jamie and logan got the extra dye from alex, liam and dennis are going to distract the old man." y/n started eagerly, making grabby hands towards logan sargeant, who gave her a strange look before passing over the bottle of red hair dye. "oscar, do you and jack have a way of getting into his driver's room?"

the reserve drivers were standing outside the alpine hospitality building, mischeif in their eyes as a plan started brewing. the reserve and development drivers were only performatively employed through driver's academies. they had no real reason to be there on race weekends. very rarely were they actually needed.

it was natural for them to get bored, expected, even. because who wanted to stand around and look at data all day when it didn't even affect them? who wanted to take a ten hour flight to another continent just to sit around and do nothing all race weekend except look good for the team?

and that's when nico hulkenberg had made his proposal. every season, it was a new game. always disruptive to the regular drivers, always chaotic and more than once it got guenther steiner swearing at the lot of them. two teams, a season full of dares and challenges.

and may the best pranksters win.

jack doohan nodded. "it was shockingly easy to get his keys. all you've gotta do is find a way to swap out his shampoo for the dye. and then when he goes to take a shower after free practice," jack clapped his hands together. "his hair will be red before the old codger knows what hit him."

their team was the young guns, the under twenty-fives. there were more of them than anybody else, but they were competing against guys who had been there way longer: nico hulkenberg, antonio giovinazzi, robert schwartzman, nyck de vries, stoffel vandoorne and pietro fittipaldi

"i'll come inside with you. since the contract thing started, people in alpine hospitality have been giving me a wide berth." oscar piastri shrugged his shoulders, hands in the front pockets of his black chinos, making his alpine polo ride up, exposing a sliver of his toned stomach.

y/n sucked in a barely audible breath, hoping that nobody around noticed.

she wasn't sure when she developed a crush on the aussie f2 champion, but she knew it wouldn't lead her anywhere good. never mix business and pleasure, so she had always been told.

no, it was better to leave oscar to his own devices. to pretend she felt nothing towards him.

"you don't have to." she said gently, pulling a denim jacket over her alfa romeo polo. with any luck, she was little-known enough that the hospitality staff wouldn't recognize her and just let her pass through.

worst comes to worst, she could always pretend she was coming to say hi to abbi pulling, who had recently signed to the alpine young driver's programme.

"you don't even know where his driver's room is."

she hated it when oscar was right. "fine." she pouted, hooking her fingers in her belt loops. "but let's make it quick, before daddy szafnauer gets the wrong idea."

jack snorted, and logan shook his head, wishing he could leave the conversation.

"excuse me, what?" the american frowned, raising his eyebrows. "there's something wrong with you."

"what?" she laughed, sipping from her plastic starbucks cup.

god, oscar would never tire of that sound, the visual of y/n throwing her head back, smile splitting her features as her hair spilled down her back.

"he's like, the fourth most fuckable team principal. don't even get me started on daddy toto."

"there's a scale?" jack looked scandalized. "i am but a mere child, too innocent for this!"

oscar snorted. "according to the country of australia, you're street legal, doohan."

"here's the scale: toto, jost, andreas, otmar, christian, mattia, mike, guenther, fred, franz. i'd fuck ted kravitz, too. don't underestimate daddy kravitz."

somehow, at the revelation that y/n wanted to fuck toto wolff, oscar's ego ached. if her type was six foot five austrian men old enough to be her father twice over, what chance did he have?

'"i know way too much about you." logan shook his head, beginning to walk backwards. "good luck fucking fernando over- bad word choice given that last conversation, let me know how it goes."'

y/n laughed, playfully punching oscar in the arm. "come on, alpine's most wanted. i've got an old man's day to ruin and a self-centered german to upstage."

y/n tossed the bottle in the air, catching it with a grin as she brushed past oscar and headed into the hospitality suite.

oscar watched her go with wide, bright eyes, attempting to casually hide the boner forming in his khaki's as his eyes zeroed in on the alfa romeo driver's sashaying backside, made extra prominent by her tight black jeans.

"you coming, problem child?" she shouted, a bright smile on her face as she stuck her head out of the glass door.

"coming in just a second!"

"i'm sure he's coming in more ways than one." jack snorted, patting oscar on the shoulder. "you are so whipped, mate. and you aren't even getting good sex out of it. that's a crime, oscar!"""i'm sure he's coming in more ways than one." jack snorted, patting oscar on the shoulder. "you are so whipped, mate. and you aren't even getting good sex out of it. that's a crime, oscar!"

"fuck off!" oscar whined, pushing jack's hands away as he sauntered up the hospitality steps. "i'm doing it for my commitment to the bit."

he wished that he had sounded like he believed it, but everybody knew that he didn't.

everybody knew that he did it because he was head over heels for y/n y/l/n.

he ran to catch up to her, directing the testing driver in the direction of fernando alonso's diver's room. fernando was never the original target of that prix weekend's scheme. in fact, y/n was never supposed to be the person who planned it. this was supposed to be frederik vesti's weekend to plan and execute the scheme.

but after an unfortunate incident in fp1 resulted in fernando cutting y/n off and sending her into the wall, cutting her coveted rookie driving session short, a session she had fought freddie vasseur tooth and nail to steal away from theo pourchaire, plans had changed and she'd swapped weekends with fred.

drawing the keys out of her jacket pocket and offloading her frappucino on the australian standing next to her, she opened the unmarked door to fernando's room, rolling her eyes at the massive spanish flag hanging on the wall.

"where's the fucker's shampoo? he doesn't get to ruin my one young driver session and get away with it." she started pacing, hands reaching to the back of her head to tap on the brim of the backwards baseball cap she was wearing. "changing his hair color is fucking mercy compared to what i should be doing to him."

"shower's are that way." oscar nodded, cocking his head towards a royal blue hallway. "how many points do you think this is going to get us with the hulk? you have to admit, that stunt he pulled on crofty and brundle last week was kind of legendary."

y/n rolled her eyes, heading towards fernando's shower and wishing she had brought gloves. seriously, what do old men get up to when they shower? she didn't want to find out. she could get a goddamn staph infection just from stepping foot in the damn thing.

"all nico did was fuck with the microphones. they fixed it in less than half an hour. all that happened was making sure that fp1 was narrated by darth vader." she shook her head, wincing as she reached into fernando's shower, wishing she could have gotten somebody else to do it. "nico shouldn't even be doing the scoring if he's participating. why can't kubica do it? he's a neutral party."

but there wasn't enough money in the world to pay one of the other reserves to stand in fernando alonso's shower.

she uncapped the bottle of men's head and shoulders, overturning it in the bathroom sink as she turned on the faucet, watching the thick, cream colored liquid bubble and fizz as it went down the drain.

"robert made it damn clear that he wants nothing to do with this." oscar laughed, trying to decipher the label on the side of the starbucks cup, curious to see what sweet concoction was in the cup, especially knowing that she didn't like to drink coffee.

"understandable. i think robert's kind of done with everybody's bullshit. mostly theo's, though. frankly, so am i. truth be told, i think vasseur wants me gone." she frowned, twisting open the bottle of red dye that logan had given her and upending it over the plastic bottle. "i don't think that he's a fan of the fact that i'm never going to drive competitively."

"that's a bullshit reason for him to fire you."

"that's what i said!" y/n complained, throwing her hands in the air as she waited for the thick red dye to drain. she wasn't even sure if her plan was going to work: fernando's hair was dark, and it was arguable that the color might not even show unless the spaniard bleached it first. "i've never wanted to drive competitively, but after what happened in magny-cours, i'll never be able to compete again."

she had never wanted the fame, the glory, the champagne and the trophies. all she'd ever wanted to do was drive. she'd had a mediocrely successful season with the w series in 2019, followed up by half a season in formula three before a three-car crash had broken four bones in her foot.

she could still drive, and she loved her job working in testing and development, but she could tell that frederic vasseur was tiring of prepping and training a driver that was never going to make it to f1. a driver that would never compete in anything ever again. the crash had stolen all of her self-confidence, and there was nothing she could do other than pack all of her dignity in a box and walk out of the prema garage, terrified to ever race again, for fear of another incident occurring. her partnership with the ferrari driver's academy had fallen through a year later, and she counted her blessings every day that alfa romeo had rescued her from the wreckage of what she had seen her life becoming.

shaking her head as she realized that the dye bottle was empty, she rinsed it out before stowing the evidence in her jacket pocket and putting the cap back on the shampoo bottle before thrusting it back into fernando's shower.

"come on, piastri." she grinned, taking her drink back from the academy driver. "let's get out of here. all we can do now is wait for the old man to have a shower, and then nico is going to have to give in and declare us the winners."

they got their answer three hours later.

y/n was walking through the paddock with jamie chadwick and jessica hawkins, twirling her paddock pass between her fingers as she made small talk with the girls she considered to be her best friends.

"so, y/n . . . " jess started, the pom pom on her signature beanie hat bouncing as the brit walked. "are you finally going to tell oscar?"

"nope." she answered. too fast, always too fast when it came to feelings. too quick to catch them, even quicker to deny them. especially when they concerned the boy at the center of every f1 news story in the last two weeks, ever since he had announced he would not be signing with alpine, but in fact would be ousting daniel ricciardo from mclaren. "never. no feelings whatsoever."

"aw, jess, look at her face go all red." jamie laughed, nudging y/n's side. "she's definitley in love with piastri."

"um, go fuck yourselves. both of you." she laughed, trying to hide how flustered she was. she had been waiting all day for fernando to come running out of hospitality, cussing her out in spanish at the top of his lungs. "the way my life is going, i might not even be around the paddock next year. i've actually started looking into testing for formula e, maybe i can become a reserve driver or something there. mclaren will need people."

"vasseur finally sick of seeing your face in his garage?" jess replied sadly. "i'm sorry, love. freddie just has a stick up his ass and someone needs to yank it out. with force."

the girls laughed, arms around shoulder's as they kept walking down the paddock. y/n froze, reaching for jess and jamie's arms, trying to get them to slow down before they walked past the alpine suite. jack and oscar were sitting on the patio with liam and dennis, waiting to see the fruits of their labour.

"who did this?! which pendejo is responsible!?"

"jesus fucking christ." jess groaned. "please tell me that you didn't."

on y/n's other side, jamie extended her hand for a low high five. "so that's what the dye was for." she laughed as the front door to alpine hospitality swung open, a furious fernando alonso standing on the front steps.

his hair was still soaking wet, but it was clear to everybody in a five mile radius that his hair was now a very vivid cherry red. the pure look of rage on the spaniard's face should have been enough to send a shockwave of terror through her body.

instead, it just made her feel alive.

at the patio table, the four boys had collapsed in laughter. jack had his head buried in his hands while liam had his phone out to videotape the entire encounter.

"did you cabrons do this?" fernando roared. "as if what you've done to the sanctity of this team wasn't enough!"

"oscar, run!" she could hear dennis hauger shout through his fit of laughter.

oscar stayed put, laughing to himself as he looked over at y/n.

and when he winked at her, she thought her legs would buckle, the butterflies spreading through her stomach so rapidly that she thought she might be sick.

she had been past the point of denying her feelings to herself a long long time ago, and now the aussie had a permanent place in her dreams, in both horny and wholesome ways. her fingers had become quite acquainted with the motions they robotically performed whenever oscar piastri appeared in her late-night fantasies.

"oi fernando!" she shouted, throwing her middle finger up in the air, ignoring all the patrons and crew members who were gawking at the alpine driver. "that's for sending me into the barriers, you old cunt!"

when fernando turned back to her, jessica grabbed her hand, and in a fit of laughter the three girls took off down the paddock to the aston martin garage.

nico hulkenberg had decided to award ten points for that stunt.

he had given himself eight points for the darth vader microphone trick.

the war would continue for weeks upon weeks, only stopping for the summer break. jessica and y/n had teamed up with liam to cover lawrence stroll's desk in plastic wrap, rendering it unusable and relishing in watching the multi-millionaire throw a fit when he couldn't figure out how to get the plastic wrap off his ikea desk. ( worth eight points. )

robert schwartzman and antonio giovinazzi had countered that by gluing clown wigs to the headphones used by the ferrari pit wall. to this day, mattia still didn't know who was responsible. ( worth five points. ferrari were already enough of a joke as is. )

and suddenly they were in sao paolo, and the season was almost over. begrudgingly, hulkenberg had relented and crowned the younger group the winners.

y/n had hefted the large lego trophy with a proud look on her face, standing in the center of oscar piastri's king-sized hotel bed while the other reserve drivers clapped for her from the floor.

they had gathered together for one last hurrah, a night without pranks or fighting or superiority complexes. a night to celebrate: logan, nyck, oscar and nico were all being promoted.

and y/n had news of her own that she planned to announce after the season ended in abu dhabi: she would be leaving f1 to go to formula e and act as the reserve and development driver for avalanche andretti now that she knew for certain that vasseur would not be renewing her alfa contract for another year.

jamie would be leaving for indy nxt, and liam for japanese super formula. it was truly their last night all together, their last night of things being the way that they used to be.

"i think we need to end this season properly." pietro insisted, reaching for the bottle of ferrari trento that was in the middle of the circle where they were all sitting. "it's our last season together, so forgive me for growing attached to you motherfuckers."

with news of nico returning to grid with his new place at haas, he had been quick to hand the reins of the prank war to his young apprentice. pietro fittipaldi intended to take his job very seriously, and was already dividing the teams for the 2023 season.

"psst, i'll still be around." y/n said, hopping down from the bed. "someone's gotta keep piastri in check. and who else is going to remind you all just how fuckable your bosses are."

"ugh, never say those words again, i beg you!" antonio begged. "if i ever hear you talk about 'daddy mattia' again, i swear i will put a laxative in your drink, just like i did to steiner."

the laxative stunt had won giovinazzi eight points, but at what cost? guenther had been pissed off for the rest of the weekend, and there had been a smell lingering around the haas motorhome despite f1's best efforts at cleaning it up.

y/n just laughed, holding out her plastic solo cup. "hit me, fittipaldi. i want as much champagne as can fit in this glass."

pietro shook his head, but abided the testing driver's request, filling the solo cup up to the line.

"what do you say that we make this night a little more interesting?" jack doohan proposed, looking over at oscar and y/n out of the corner of his eye.

the two young adults were sitting directly next to each other, their knees touching through their jeans. and then jack suddenly had the best worst idea ever.

he turned to liam, lowering his voice and whispering something into the kiwi's ear before they both burst out into sly grins.

"oi, fitti, how much champagne is left in that bottle?"

pietro frowned, looking at the green glass bottle in his hands. "like, a third. why?"

"just drink it so we can use the bottle." liam suggested, offering up his own solo cup. "pour the rest of it in here."

"nope." robert schwartzman cut in. "liam, i refuse to deal with your drunk ass again. that can be somebody else's problem today."

as pietro passed off the bottle, nico met liam's shit eating grin. still chuckling to himself, the red bull junior nodded in the direction of oscar and y/n, who were signing the nineties song blasting from pietro's phone in a very tipsy, our of key way. but somehow, they were perfectly in tune with each other, even if their rendition of 'hot in herre' didn't match up with one nelly was singing on the other end of the phone speaker.

nico's eyes widened as he watched jack set up the bottle in the middle of the circle.

they were going to play spin the bottle, but with the number of men outweighing the number of women, it was a set up for chaos. but even more than that, it was supposed to be a way to get two very specific lovesick idiots to finally admit how they felt about each other.

"who's ready for spin the bottle?!" liam shouted, being met with cheers from some of the other guys. guys who just wanted to see something really stupid that they could use as blackmail material.

but nobody missed how oscar and y/n instinctually moved away from each other as pietro shut the music off, a dusting pink on their cheeks as y/n moved to put jamie in between her and oscar.

"aren't we a little old for this?" stoffel vandoorne sighed. "we are grown ass adults."

liam shrugged. "you don't have to play if you don't want to."

"and let you jackasses have all the fun?"

"i say trophy bearer over there goes first." jack proposed, pointing at y/n.

nobody missed the way that her eyes flicked to oscar, nerves settling in her stomach. it was fine, she told herself. there was no way that the bottle would land on oscar. and next year, she'd be in a different paddock and her heart could cool down from all the ways that the aussie used to make it race.

taking a deep breath, she leaned forward to spin the empty trento bottle, nails scraping against the label. she closed her eyes, sitting back on her heels and crossing her fingers behind her back that god would be on her side.

hoping and praying that it wouldn't land on oscar.

and because her eyes were still closed, she didn't have a chance to watch jack nudge his foot into the circle, stilling the bottle's movements so that it landed on oscar piastri.

oscar's face flushed pink as he leaned back against the bed. next to him, liam and jack cheered, as did nico from the other side of the circle.

"oscar and y/n!" the german cheered. "now where's the closet? we're playing full seven minutes in heaven, out here we'll set the timer. you kids have fun." nico winked

trying not to make eye contact with each other, oscar and y/n got to their feet, slowly walking over to the closet like they had been sentenced to the gallows.

"ladies first." oscar coughed out, sliding the mirrored door open and allowing y/n to slip inside the confined space. the future mclaren driver followed her inside.

they stood less than two feet apart, breaths heavy.

"we don't have to do this if you don't want to." oscar said quietly. "nico is a jackass. we can just stand here and talk for seven minutes."

"oscar," she cut him off. "i need to tell you something." the time for being a coward was over. she wasn't going to be here next year. if oscar didn't feel the same, at least she wouldn't have to deal with seeing his stupid, pretty face every day. "i'm not coming back next year. vasseur told me that management is changing, and that the new guy isn't likely to keep me around if i'm never going to drive competitively again. i'm going to andretti, oscar. i'm going to be a formula e reserve in 2023."

"what? what do you mean you went to andretti?" oscar's voice was faint as he stared at her, his eyes slowly moving from her plump, pink lips, down to her tiny black garage top, the lace of her bralette peeking through the deep-cut collar, her cleavage on perfect display.

if he was ever going to do something with his feelings, now would be the time.

but y/n didn't even give him the chance, pressing up on her toes to smash her lips to oscar's, his hands flying to her waist. it was a searing kiss, all teeth and tongue as oscar pushed her back against the wall.

sometimes, a kiss could say more than words.

she moaned as oscar's hands squeezed her thighs through her army green flare pants, the aussie taking that moment to gently slip his tongue in between her lips. her fingers carded at his hair, gently pulling a small handful, eliciting a growl from the driver's throat before he changed his area of focus, hungrily kissing her neck.

y/n gasped at the feeling, a sensation made double as oscar's cold hands touched her skin, teasing the bottom of her shirt, running over her toned stomach.

"oscar." she whined, feeling a familiar ache in between her thighs. in the back her mind, she wondered if they were nearing the end of their seven minutes.

or if nico had even bothered to count.

they got their answer when a harsh knock on the closet door startled oscar so much that he tripped on his own feet, falling to the carpeted floor.

"time's up, kiddos!" stoffel shouted from the other side. "make yourselves decent and then get your asses back out here."

getting decent would be difficult: her hair was a mess, a hickey already forming on the side of her neck, and there was definitely a bulge in oscar's jeans that wasn't there when the duo entered the closet.

"fuck." she mumbled, resting her head against the wall. "what do we do?"

"it's my room." oscar reminded. "i can just kick them out, and we can finish what we started."

"good plan." y/n agreed, throwing the closet door open.

the pair stumbled out, and oscar found himself tugging the tails of his button up shirt over his crotch, hoping that nobody could tell how massively turned on he was.

"everybody out!" he shouted. "this night has been incredible, but i'm very tired and have things to do in the morning." he lied blatantly, dragging dennis and jack to their feet.

logan gave him a very confused look. "the fuck? tomorrow is race day? they don't need any of us."

"logan." jamie said gently "read the room."

it took the american a minute as the rest of the reserve drivers groaned, abandoning their night of champagne and debauchery. or at least, relocating it from oscar's room. but when the pieces clicked in his mind, his eyes went wide. "what the fuck? you're kicking us out so you can fuck, aren't you?"

"ew!" robert shouted. "god, you guys are terrible!"

jack and liam just winked at each other as they slipped into the hallway, thankful that their plan had worked, and that the two would finally stop being idiots around each other.

"yes, now get the fuck out unless you want to watch." y/n concluded, kicking theo pourchaire in the back to try and get him to stand up.

"wait, live porn is an option? i'll hide in the closet, i swear you won't even know that i'm there!" pietro shouted, half joking and half not as oscar pushed him through the doorframe.

"out!" oscar shouted again, holding the door open as all of the drivers walked out in single file.

"call us in the morning and tell us all about it, love." jessica winked at y/n as she and jamie followed stoffel out.

"oh of course." y/n agreed. "see you all in the morning. or not!" she shouted down the hallway before oscar closed and locked the door.

they stood toe to toe, soft smiles on their faces.

"hi, lover." she said softly, eyes on his lips.

"hi." he said, just as soft as he pressed his lips to hers. "no, where were we?"

"well, i think you were about to do this." she hummed, pulling her shirt over her head and dropping it to the ground.

oscar's eyes darkened at the sight. the lacy black bralette was even better now that he could see all of it, the halter strap sweeping up around the back of neck. as she spun around, he could see the thin strap draping low down on her back.

"god, you're beautiful." he rasped.

she wasn't prepared for how deep his voice was going to get, but it thrilled her to no end, knowing that she'd had that effect on oscar this entire time.

"you know what makes it even better?" she lowered her voice, pretending to be distracted as she started to undo the buttons on oscar's shirt. "i'm wearing a matching thong."

"bed, now." oscar insisted, sweeping her off her feet.

it was going to be a looong night.

[xaviloml]

Hello, welcome to my blog

I will be making smau’s and reactions for my favourite football players and F1 drivers

my masterlist

When requesting you can include a faceclaim if you would like

‼️Request are open‼️

✨Who I’m writing for:

Xavi Simons

Nathan ake

Wout weghorst

Logan sargeant

Alex albon

Zhou guanyu

Nico hulkenberg

(These are my favourites but you can always ask for a different player/driver)

🏁Things I won’t include:

Smut (maybe a spicy caption or picture is fine but no semi-nudes and stuff like that)

Underage reader (unless it’s parent x son/daughter)

Racism, fatphobia, eating disorders or extreme mental health issues

[2-fast-2-curious]

do you have a master list of all the audios? i need one place to find them all 😩

Motorsport Audio Masterlist Albon - Lawson

Leclerc-Ocon

Perez-Zhou

Male Listener Audios

Alex Albon

[M4F] [Script Offer] Early Morning With Your BF

[M4F] Be My Good Girl?

Fernando Alonso

noche de lluvia

buen-dia-amor

[M4F] Déjame ayudarte a dormir

Marcus Armstrong

A Soft Morning at the Beach [M4F]

[M4F] [script fill] Study break

Teaching you how to drive stick

Exhibitionist in front of the window

[M4F] Flatmates [painting]

[M4F][Script Fill] All Wrapped up

[M4F] It’s been a while

Peter Bonnington

[M4F] [Script Fill] Laundry Day

[F4M] Thanks for a Great Race, Wanna Fuck?

Valterri Bottas

[M4F] You Love It When I Put On A Suit, Don’t You?

Jenson Button

[M4F] Breakfast In Bed

Perfect The Way You Are.

I talk about going down on you

Sweetening up a Single Father [M4F]

Angela Cullen

[F4F] Taking Time For Yourself

Nyck De Vries

[M4A] [Ramblefap] I have to start with something...

[M4F] I'd say it was a pleasure but...

[M4F] Some Comfort

[M4F] Some heavy petting

My roommate, my vam[M4F]Feral Friday Ramblepire

[M4F]Feral Friday Ramble

Jack Doohan

shall we share my sleeping bag?

[M4F][Script Fill] Impulse Control

Felipe Drugovich

[M4F] Ramblefap #2

Pierre Gasly

[M4F] Boyfriend Waited Too Long For You And Can't Hold Himself Back 

[M4F] Are you horny too?

[M4F] I do like your tits, speaking English can be hard fortunately I can do better things with my mouth

[M4F] Sleepy boyfriend wants you to come to bed to cuddle

[M4F] Helping you falling asleep

[M4F]The perfect gift

A Kiss, Or Two, To Wake Up

[M4F] Un réveil exceptionnel [FR]

[M4F] Unspeakable

[M4F] You and your crush have your first of many kisses

[M4F] Your beautiful breasts

[M4F][Improvisation]Sleepy boyfriend wants you to come to bed to cuddle

[M4F] Oh, you're studying? No, I'll just sit with you.

Lewis Hamilton

[M4F] Testing your strength against your boyfriend goes wrong... but very, very right

[M4F] Catching Daddy Playing

[M4F] A not-so-sneaky night of passion to cap off the week

[M4F] Fucking your brother's best friend.

[M4F][M4F(MMM)] You're my pretty little maid for game day. Won't you make my friends feel comfortable?

[M4F] You just can’t keep away, can you, Princess?

You're Safe With Me, My Darling

[M4F] Aw, is daddy's cock too big for you, princess? I don't care.

[M4F] Naughty Daddy fucks his little girl neighbour who's been teasing him for some time now.

[M4F] Distracting you from chores

[M4A][Improv] A needy "good morning" in the kitchen

[M4F] Needy Whore

[M4F][Script Fill] Honeymoon Swats

[M4A][OC] A sleeping gift for your overworked partner

[M4F][Script Fill] Shopping spree

[M4F][Script Fill] I saw what you did… Was that for me?

[M4F][Script Fill] Dominant friend needs an assistant

[M4F][Script Fill] Your Dom BF wants to make you cum while you game

Dennis Hauger

[M4F] I Will Hurt You, Princess

[M4F] Just Like That

[M4F] Warm Mushroom Soup

[M4F] Happy Ending Birthday

[M4F] Amateur Masseur

[M4F] A Farm by the Fjord

Christian Horner

[M4F] [Script Fill] The Sleepover DILF

Niko Hulkenberg

[M4F] Let’s see if you actually deserve more of my cum today

[M4A] You're Not Alone

[M4A] Unwind, and fall into relaxation with me

Callum Ilott

[M4F] You’re Sick, But It Doesn’t Bother Your Boyfriend

Michael Italiano

[M4F] Closing Time At the Gym

Liam Lawson

[m4f] Taking her virginity after a date

A Quickie with the fuck buddy

[M4F] Let Me Make You Feel Beautiful

Your doting boyfriend treats you to a night of relaxation and pleasure

[M4F] It’s been a while