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yazmarina · 2 months ago

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in my drafts

for the love circuit series

—that message wasn't for you but paul doesn't mind as long as you don't, either.

paul aron (f2) x gn!social media admin reader

warnings/notes: smut, unprotected sex, lewd photography, office sex, fingering, creampie, accidental nude sending, mild dirty talk

a/n: sorry i disappeared again!!! pls take this as my apology

It was supposed to be just pictures of him during the break. You expected innocent, somewhat average snapshots of how Paul spent his past two months. You knew he took that trip to Italy, attended his sister's graduation, did some training. It was your job to be at least a little updated on the drivers' whereabouts, in case the head of comms needed you to capitalize on it for content.

So when you received a few photos from Paul through iMessage of all his fall whereabouts, you didn't think much of it. You messaged him a few days earlier asking if he could send a few more unreleased pictures that he hadn't posted on his personal account yet, stating that it was for a post you were putting together for the Hitech Instagram. He was delayed in his reply, as usual, but that's something you expected. He was busy, after all.

Perhaps too busy to notice the outlier in the stack of photos displayed in your message thread. Everything seemed to be normal at first; Italian architecture, gym photos, the cheesecake he made. Typical day in the life photos.

And lastly, a photo of him in dim lighting, taken in front of a mirror, with nothing but shadows covering most of his naked body.

You stare at your phone, dumbfounded. Your first instinct is to wait to see if Paul has anything to say, an apology, maybe, or a half-assed excuse. Anything to indicate that he noticed how he sent you a full-on nude. You prepare yourself for the three dots that show he's typing, the frantic scramble to delete the photo from your exchange, but it never comes. Heat rises up your neck as you realize you're going to have to confront him about it. This was, after all, a professional exchange and you'd hate for HR to come knocking at either one of your doors.

-Paul, please review the photos you sent. Thanks.

You regret it as soon as you send it. Was that perhaps too snippy? Too callous? It was as embarrassing for him as it was for you, maybe even more. But come on, how hard is it to distinguish your nudes from your vacation photos?

The loud throb of your heartbeat reverberates in your ears as you wait, cursing under your breath as a full minute passes and then another. You lock your phone, getting up to pace around your room. You're most likely going to see him tomorrow as he'll be at HQ for sim work and other things and you just so happen to have a lineup of meetings at the very same time. You're going to have to face the fact that you'll have to look each other in the eye after you've seen the outline of his dick.

Wonderful.

You unlock your phone, resigning to just delete the photo from your side. You can claim plausible deniability or whatever legal term it is, if it comes down to it.

Just then, Paul starts typing.

You yelp, setting your phone down on the desk harder than intended.

You realize belatedly that you're holding your breath, fingers pressed into your mouth as if suppressing any more potential noises. He stops then starts again then stops, as if he's unsure of what he's typing out.

-I'M SO SORRY!!!! It was an accident I promise 🥹 Don't report me

-Please I'm so sorry it's totally my fault ______ 😭😭😭

-______ please I'm so sorry

Somehow, despite everything, this coaxes a chuckle out of you. Paul was always open and easy around you, and you know he knows you won't report him for an honest mistake. He's probably just red in the face right now, fighting his inner demons.

You type out a reply to ease his nerves.

-I'll just delete it off my phone so no one can say we were fraternizing inappropriately 🥲

The response from Paul is almost instant.

-YES please I'm sorry again

Your finger hovers over the photos when another message comes in.

-Unless you want to save it for a rainy day that's okay too

-I WAS JOKING its a joke I'm sorry I'm sorry

You groan, throwing your head back against the backrest of your office chair.

He's done this on occasion. Flirt. Compliment you on your hair, your outfit (despite it being the team uniform), your smile, even. You brushed it off as typical driver behavior. Nearly all of them had that kind of nerve about them, a confidence that only comes with driving cars that are closer to rockets than actual cars on the street.

Bringing the phone up to your face, you gingerly scroll back up to the photos Paul sent, opening the accursed photo. Your breath hitches as you take it in more carefully, the light cutting sharply between the shadows of whatever hotel room Paul was in. Your eyes trail down and your fingers pinch at the screen, zooming in.

"No! No, no, absolutely not," you admonish yourself, swiping the photo away and typing back a slightly crazed reply.

-Whoever that photo was meant for might not like it if I do

"________!"

You freeze on your way out the door from the conference room, Paul's figure jogging toward you from the other end of the hall. The presence of some execs and the head of comms looms from behind you and you quickly shuffle out of the way to let them pass, all of them greeting Paul as he sidles up to you.

"Hi!" You say a little too brightly, turning to Paul, arms coming up mechanically then stopping, your brain reminding you that a hug might be too awkward but standing around without greeting him in some way would be just as weird. A flurry of butterflies erupt in your stomach as Paul stops in front of you, his cologne coming off strong as always. Just the way you liked it.

"How's the meeting?" Paul asks, gesturing to the room. He's bouncing on the balls of his feet, a nervous habit he has that you've observed over the time you've worked with him. He has his hands shoved deep in his jeans, too.

You shrug, forcing out a laugh. "Same old, just going over social media plans and PR."

Paul nods, a little too eagerly perhaps. His eyes shift to the retreating personnel, all of them turning a corner, leaving you and Paul alone in the vicinity.

"Were you waiting for me?" You ask before he can say anything else.

Paul swallows. "Yeah. Look–"

"Paul," you cut him off, raising a hand between the two of you. "It's okay. It's no big deal. Happens to the best of us."

He raises an eyebrow at that. "Have you ever sent a nude to the wrong person before?"

Your cheeks flare up in a violent blush.

"Well, no. And keep your voice down," you berate lightly. Paul looks around and shrugs as if to say, 'Nobody's here'.

You huff, crossing your arms over your chest. "But what I meant was, like, messages are sent to the wrong people all the time, I'm sure you didn't mean any harm, and besides, no one else knows. I promise I haven't told anyo–"

"Okay." It was Paul's turn to cut you off. "Okay, I believe you."

He smiles at you good-naturedly, opening his arms and coaxing you into a hug. It takes you a second, but eventually, you let yourself laugh in relief, wrapping your arms around his strong frame.

"I missed you over the break," Paul admits, pulling away and holding you at arm's length. You blush again, masking it with a chuckle.

"Well, the break isn't over yet. We still have three weeks to go," you remind, your own hands coming up to settle on Paul's outstretched arms, making it look as if you're holding him in place. To anyone who didn't know, you two would look like a couple deep in discussion.

"At least you get to see me more," Paul offers with an easy smile. nudging you lightly.

You scoff. "I think I've seen enough of you, thank you very much."

A heavy silence settles over the two of you as you realize what you just said. Paul lets his arms drop from where they held you, an apology ready at your lips but Paul gets to it first. He runs a hand through his unkempt hair, blonde strands tugged between his fingers.

"You haven't deleted it, have you?"

No, you haven't.

"I was going to, but I got distracted with other things." Not entirely a lie. You really meant to do so, but thoughts you'd rather not share took hold and there were matters you needed to attend to. Matters that could only be solved with your fingers and a vibrator.

You should feel guilty, getting off to a picture of a coworker that wasn't even meant to be sent to you in the first place. Maybe you're terrible, maybe you should be fired, sued by the Aron family.

Memories of you gasping out Paul's name in the quiet of your room come flooding back and you pray that Paul doesn't notice the irregularity in your breathing.

"I'll delete it now, in front of you, so you can see that I did," you offer, fishing your phone out of your pocket.

Paul shakes his head, catching you by the wrist, his hand large and warm against your own skin.

"I mean if I was going to send it to anyone, it would have been you," Paul says lowly, as if afraid someone would hear him, despite the entire expanse of the hallway void of any people other than yourselves.

"Consensually, of course," Paul adds in a hurry, eyes widening. "If you wanted to receive them. It. Receive it."

Your eyebrows shoot up, your mouth curling into a smirk. "You have more you want to send?"

Paul's lower lip slips between his teeth and it seems the two of you are finally on the same page. You try to suppress the smile threatening to break out, clearing your throat and avoiding his eyes.

"Until when are you staying here?" You ask casually. You didn't mean 'here' as HQ. Here as in, in town, close to you.

"Next week," Paul replies, stepping closer. "I won't see you until Qatar after that."

"Shame," you mutter, tilting your head as you meet his gaze once more.

"Maybe," Paul begins, slipping his hand into yours and twining your fingers together. "I can add one more thing to my break to-do list."

"Now?" You ask incredulously. Paul nods immediately.

"You know that one storage closet inside the sim room?" He asks, winking at you.

"What? Paul!" You whisper-shout, but he's already leading you down the hallway. The two of you make a sharp turn to the right where big blocky letters spell out 'SIMULATOR' on the large double doors of the sim room.

You squint, immediately plunged into darkness as the only source of light inside is the curved screen, dimmed as well as it sits on standby.

"What if your engineer walks in? Your teammate? Doesn't he have a session soon?" You continue to protest, even when Paul gently pushes you toward the storage room door at the very corner. He flings the door open and you see that it's filled mostly with spare sim components and monitors.

"Babe, that's why they call it a quickie," Paul reasons, flipping the light switch on inside. The lightbulb offers little respite in the darkness and shadows still play along the lines of Paul's face. He shuts the door behind him.

"It doesn't lock? Paul, I swear–"

You gasp but barely any sound comes out as Paul presses his lips to yours, hands settling on your hips. He maneuvers you toward a shelf, pushing you against it and pressing himself fully on you.

You can feel how hard he is through his jeans.

"Did you like it?" Paul asks as he breaks away for a second. He kisses your jaw, tracing its outline as you sigh, your head falling back. He takes his opportunity to kiss along the column of your neck, his tongue smoothing over your skin.

"Did you get off to it?" Paul asks again and your breath catches in your throat. It's as if he knew all the dirty, deplorable things you did over that one picture.

"I know you did," Paul concludes with a breathy laugh, reclaiming your lips and driving a knee between your legs. You groan in response, grinding against his thigh while your fingers tug at his belt.

Paul pulls away and takes over for you, undoing his jeans and slipping them down to his knees. You silently thank whatever god is listening for the fact that you so conveniently decided to wear those easy cotton office pants, slipping them off in one quick swoop along with your underwear.

"I'm tempted to get on my knees right now so I can eat you out," Paul teases, hiking your shirt up and exposing your chest.

A snide remark forms in your brain but it's cut off when you feel the cold press of fingers on your clit. You clamp a hand down on your mouth as Paul gently flicks at it, feeling yourself getting wetter by the second.

"Maybe later after work," Paul says, rubbing harder. Your elbow spasms at the sensation, hitting the shelf behind you.

"Ow, fuck," you curse, meeting Paul's eyes. You two burst into muffled laughter just as Paul slips a finger in.

"What happened to a quickie?" You demand, hips moving along with Paul's hand. He adds a second finger and you whine, fingers digging into Paul's shoulders.

"I have manners," Paul informs with an easy smile, face impossibly close to yours. You can see the shift in his bright blue eyes. "I need you wet and ready for me, no?"

You bite down on your lip, eyes rolling into the back of your head as Paul curls his fingers inside you. A shiver runs through you and you feel yourself clenching down and around his digits.

Paul retracts his hand, much to your dismay, but you don't get to complain before Paul kisses you again, rough and heated. His tongue dances against yours and you grip at his Hitech team kit for purchase.

"Bend over," Paul commands and you're more than happy to oblige, turning around to do just that.

You brace yourself against the shelf behind you, gripping at the wood as you lower the front of your body. Paul grabs your hips and your back arches almost automatically. You can feel him pressing up against you and you sneak a peek behind you to see Paul with his phone in hand.

"So I can 'accidentally' send you another one," Paul jests before slowly sinking in. You whine, head dropping down between your shoulders. The thought of him documenting your little tryst sends a shiver up your spine which only intensifies as Paul grabs one side of your hips. He sets up a hard, steady pace that has the shelf in front of you creaking.

"Paul," you gasp out, your whole body shuddering at the force of how hard he's fucking you.

Both of his hands grip at your sides now so you can assume his phone has been put away. You try to stay upright which proves challenging considering Paul is ramming into you ferociously.

Contradictory to it all, you feel the soft touch of fingers through your scalp, smoothing over your hair. In a moment's turn, your head is yanked back as Paul tugs at your hair, arching your back even more.

A garbled sound escapes you, part moan, part sob as the sting in your scalp shoots straight down to your core, pushing you ever so closer to your release.

"The social media person," Paul begins through gritted teeth. "Always so pretty behind the camera. Making me do trend after trend. I'd do anything for you, baby."

You mewl in response, reaching back to grip at Paul's wrist, pushing back against him, urging him to go faster. Paul gets the memo.

"Funny how that photo was taken only because I was about to jack off to the thought of you," Paul continues. "You sent me a message and I was missing that pretty face of yours so I went through your Instagram. Looks like you had fun in Mallorca, tiny swimsuit and all."

"Sorry, baby," Paul says close to your ear. "Couldn't help it."

"Inside," you plead. "P-Please, I'm close. N-Need you to cum inside me."

Paul merely grunts, letting go of your hair so he can pull you flush against him. His thrusts grow erratic, barely pulling out of you each time. He pulls you back to him, your back against his front as he bites down on your shoulder.

"Yes, yes, right there." Your voice comes out raspy, walls squeezing around Paul's throbbing cock. He reaches over and resumes his movements from a while ago on your clit and you yelp, hips spasming pathetically.

You cum with Paul deep inside you, his groans filling your ear as he follows soon after. He stills and pulls you even closer to him, arms encircling your torso. He kisses the spot where he had bitten you, pressing his lips almost reverently to the indented skin.

You're both breathing hard and you're perfectly content to stand around while the two of you gather your bearings. But Paul momentarily disentangles himself from you and reaches down. You see him pull his phone out from his jeans from where they've presumably fallen down to his ankles.

"Smile," Paul prompts, his lips planting a soft kiss behind your ear as he angles the camera toward the two of you.

He snaps a blurry photo, just in time to capture your hand coming up to rest against his cheek as he grins into your skin. Emboldened by the somewhat artsy, flirtatious nature of the photo, you turn around and land a proper kiss on Paul's lips, savoring each second his tongue passes over your mouth.

"Send all the photos you want," you whisper, smiling up at him.

"Or we could just take them together," Paul offers, kissing the tip of your nose.

#f2 x reader #f2 fanfic #f2 smut #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 smut #paul aron x reader #pa17

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chanelnumbermine · 9 days ago

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2024 f2 boys when someone else compliments you | f2 grid picks x gn!reader

since u liked the previous part so much, i decided to write a little more and added franquito! he has a special place in my heart after this season (mentally i’m still in imola sprint). i’m very open to learn about more drivers and add them to the list! have a nice read!

pairing(s): ollie bearman x gn!reader, kimi antonelli x gn!reader, zane maloney x gn!reader, paul aron x gn!reader, pepe marti x gn!reader, luke browning x gn!reader, franco colapinto x gn!reader;

warning(s): itty bitty possessive behaviour, mostly cuteness!!

ollie bearman | prema —> haas f1

squeezes your hand and smiled politely

"thank you. they really do light up every room."

he says dryly and tries to shrug off this weird feeling in his chest

becomes a little stiff and after a while he asks

“do random people compliment you like that often?”

you shrug and smirk, seeing he’s a little jealous

“they were right, you look stunning. i should say that more often”

andrea kimi antonelli | prema —> mercedes amg pertronas

he’s already a little flustered because you came over to see his family

you click with them instantly

"uh, thanks mom. i say it every day."

to him you’re the sweetest prettiest person ever and he sometimes forgets that other people can also see that

it’s just hard to remember about the whole world when he’s in your presence

you’re his and he’s fully yours, and he’ll spend the rest of the day clinging to you

he’s nott that good with words, but very good at making you feel loved

paul aron | hitech —> bwt alpine reserve driver

i bet it was one of your friends who complimented you

and paul? tries to outdo the other person with compliments

"you're not just radiant, darling, you look literally ethereal. you know, your eyes ere like the moon. so big and shiny."

thinks he's smooth

he's not

but he's adorable as hell, grinning like and idiot and spewing nonsense just to make you laugh

you'd have to kiss him to shut him up

“i was supposed to make you blush, not the other way around…”

zane maloney | rodin —> formula e

awkward as hell

could be even a little insecure

why would anyone dare compliment you? do they think they have a chance with you?

he tries not to show it, but is not good at it

"aww, are you pouting?" you teased him

he chuckled and scratched the back of his neck nervously

"what, me? you're seeing things"

please reassure him!! he’s the sweetest bunny

pepe marti | campos, red bull academy

"yeah, of course my baby looks beautiful tonight."

goes full on protective mode

could become sarcastic, maybe even passive-aggressive

"i knew this day would come. i have to fend off other admirers."

you laugh and poke his arm

"must be so hard having a beautiful partner, huh?"

huffs playfully and kisses your forehead

luke browning | hitech —> f2

he was joking around with his friends when one of them made an innocent cute comment about your looks

“i know, right? they make me look better just standing next to me”

tries to divert the attention from you

on the outside he seems quite normal, but inside he’s seething with jealousy

like, why would anyone feel the need to point out the obvious???

sneaks his arm around your waist

peppers your face with kisses when you have a little time alone

franco colapinto | mp —> williams racing

whatever the circumstances, he goes into full yapping mode

franco takes seizes every opportunity to brag about who he managed to pull

"right!! you see, mom, they bake the best cookies. one time, when we were in madrid, we ate those cinnamon buns i like so much and..."

he just wants everyone to know you're the best person he's ever had the privilege to meet

he wants to share all the best memories with his family! and has no filter

"no, sis, we weren’t drunk that much… oh, you’re totally right amor, we were, sorry”

the compliments are flowing from both sides, its very natural and franqui doesn’t get worked up at all

masterlist

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thekoalapastriesbakery · 1 month ago

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GUIDELINES !!

what i will do:

・❥・male reader (trans, cis, or unspecified) ・❥・masc reader (trans or unspecified) ・❥・driver!reader ・❥・brother!reader ・❥・trans!driver (ftm or transmasc) ・❥・fluff ・❥・suggestive but not explicit content (for now) ・❥・crack fics ・❥・very very mild relationship angst to comfort ・❥・moderate angst to comfort unrelated to the driver relationship ・❥・(some) aus ・❥・text, smau, + short written fics ・❥・multiple drivers (separate relationships) ・❥・multiple drivers (poly x reader) ・❥・one driver x reader: these drivers ・❥・alex albon ・❥・arthur leclerc ・❥・charles leclerc ・❥・dino beganovic ・❥・franco colapinto ・❥・jenson button ・❥・kimi raikkonen ・❥・kimi antonelli ・❥・lance stroll ・❥・logan sargeant ・❥・mick schumacher ・❥・ollie bearman ・❥・oscar piastri ・❥・paul aron ・❥・sebastian vettel ・❥・(some) other f1/f2/f3 drivers on request

will occasionally write but not on request* ・❥・george russell ・❥・lando norris ・❥・lewis hamilton ・❥・max verstappen *exceptions may apply to mutuals

・❥・i will try to mostly use pictures where the reader's race is ambiguous but i may slip up or just choose the photo that fits best with the plot

what i won't write:

・❥・cheating (reader on driver or driver on reader) ・❥・female reader (trans, cis, or otherwise) ・❥・femme reader (trans or otherwise) ・❥・nonbinary reader (other than transmasc) ・❥・specifically neutral reader (some fics may be largely gn, but it feels too restricting at the moment) ・❥・driver x driver ・❥・smut (for now) ・❥・major angst of any kind ・❥・angst with no happy ending ・❥・proposal fics (may feature/be mentioned in other things but not main focus) ・❥・political fics (other than mild trans/homophobia) these drivers: ・❥・carlos sainz jr ・❥・liam lawson ・❥・pierre gasly these poly!groupings: ・❥・landoscar* *exceptions may apply to mutuals

disclaimer!!

i write for fun, so even if your request is within the guidelines ... if it doesn't really inspire me, i just won't do it. requests are open at the moment and my inbox is always open, feel free to drop in and talk!!

just because i don't write for certain drivers does not mean i think they're bad drivers!!

if you have any questions about my boundaries, don't hesitate to ask! i don't mind questions as long as they're in good faith 🫶

#guidelines

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gogoconvstore · 5 months ago

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omg paul aron physical touch/acts of service headcanons pls🙏

Paul Aron x GN!Reader ~ Physical Touch & Acts of Service Headcannons

My pookie wookie baby bear #3

PHYSICAL TOUCH:

Loves to cuddle like all the time

Genuinely 65% of your time spent together is cuddling

Couch, bed, floor, in the car, on the paddock literally anywhere he can convince you to cuddle (he's achieved cuddling in the shower)

Is it ok with all cuddling but prefers some skin contact during cuddling

Connoisseur of post race cuddles

He missed out on media duties one time after a particularly bad race because he had locked himself in his drivers room with you and was cuddling with you

He was hiding his face for the whole time while you held him

ACTS OF SERVICE:

Loves to cook for you

You could be at work and he was practicing all day and STILL when you get home he was already home with a full meal ready

He could be passed out asleep when you get home but there'll be food (it might not be perfect (one time it was extremely oversalted but you still ate because you loved him (luckily he was still asleep so you didn't have to hide your distaste)) but hes trying!)

He always does house chores and will stop you if you try to (i.e. taking out the trash, doing the dish, doing the laundry, etc.)

You really appreciate all he does, so you try to reciprocate it by trying to cook dinner but he made you stop because he wanted to let you relax (you told him to stop and that you were trying to do something nice and he immediately felt bad so you cooked together and then cuddled)

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gogoconvstore · 5 months ago

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Lovin' Me Pt. 2

NOTE: The long awaited Pt. 2. Also pls pls pls pls pls send requests!!!

SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG!!!!!!!!!

Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff, texts

Now Playing: Lovin' Me - FIFTY FIFTY

Description: He misses you so much and now he's sick!? Of course it's the one time you're visiting family and he couldn't come because of a race. (IT MOSTLE ENDED UP BEING JUST THEM BEING SICK LMAO)

Anything not English is google translated so sorry if its wrong!

A LIL FREAKY ON ARTHURS ALONG WITH READER BEING AMAB

PT2 CONTAINING: Lewis Hamilton, George Russell, Logan Sargeant, Kimi Antonelli, Arthur Leclerc, Ollie Bearman, Paul Aron

Lewis Hamilton:

George Russell:

Logan Sargeant:

Kimi Antonelli: (reader is a minor)

Arthur Leclerc:

Ollie Bearmen:

Paul Aron: (i forgot to change the pfp)

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gogoconvstore · 5 months ago

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omg paul aron x gf!reader on summer vacay in italy one shot??? idk maybe its reader's first time in italy and their first vacay tgt and he does all these cute things showing her around on a VESPA???🙏🙏

PAUL ARON: THE ITALY NIGHTS TOUR (PAUL ARON X GN!READER)

WC: 554

"Paul, I am not trying this! It doesn't look safe and it's night time!" I said looking back and forth between Paul and the moped in front of me. "Kallikene pleaseee! I drive really fast cars for a living don't you trust me to keep you safe and not wreck!?" Paul said, staring at me with puppy dog eyes. "I know Paul but you want me to sit on that in Italy at night on coastal roads that are windy like that!" I said still not willing to give in to his want to ride this potential death machine. "Please! I'll do anything if you just agree!" Paul said clasping his hands together in a praying motion, he scooted closer to me to make sure I saw his pleading eyes. "You'll do anything if I agree to let you drive me around on this moped?" I asked hesitantly, who knew what I would do with the power of anything. "It's a vespa! But yes," Paul said, nodding his head quickly and stared directly into my eyes. "Fine," I said, caving into his plea, I just couldn't take his puppy eyes anymore. As soon as I agreed Paul jumped up and grabbed my shoulders shaking me. “I KNEW YOU WOULD AGREE EVENTUALLY!” He yelled as he pulled me outside, all he got back was a groan from me and some looks from his friends. As I sat on the back of the moped (or vespa as he stated it was called), I wrapped my arms around his stomach, immediately being able to feel his solid abs. Apparently I spent too long feeling them because he made a comment about it. “You like that, huh Y/n, don’t you?” Paul said marking the sentence off with a soft laugh, a laugh which made my stomach flutter. “S-stop Paul!” I said blushing furiously, and hiding my face in his shoulder, which he promptly nudged off. “What the hell was that for Paul!?” I said angrily, he immediately whipped around apologetically. “W-well… I-I was just gonna give you the helmet!” He said quickly, shoving the helmet into my arms and looking down awkwardly. “Oh… sorry I got mad at you Paulie!” I said giving him a quick kiss on the forehead which seemed to brighten him up again. “Ok! Are you ready to go?” Paul asked. “Yup!” I said, tightening my grip on him. And with that we were off onto the curved coastal roads of Italy. I was hoping it was going to be calm but boy was I wrong, honestly it was probably pretty calm for Paul but I kept freaking out about us going over the rocky edge and into the silver painted ocean below. “Be careful Paul!” I said as I tightened my grip once again, taking in the beautiful sights around us but also having my survival instincts kick in. “Y-/n, t-too tight,” Paul said, causing me to immediately loosen up my grip, “it’ll be fine! I promise to keep you safe!” “I love you Paul, I’m glad you convinced me to come on this ride, I would’ve missed so many beautiful things if I hadn’t come!” I said nuzzling him with my face which made him laugh. “Nothing as beautiful as you,” Paul said, “and I love you too Y/n.”

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