#paul aron x y/n

[httpiastri]

take me back to monaco – pa17

the one where you celebrate your boyfriend taking the lead of the championship.

genre: smut

pairing: paul aron x reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it!!!), oral (reader giving), all other typical smut stuff

author's note: a piece for all of us who wish we were still in monaco <33 so so delayed, im sorry, but i really enjoyed writing this and i hope you enjoy reading it too!! 💗 (and i knowww they dont have drivers rooms in f2 but... just let me have this okay...)

18+ content below, minors dni!

paul is practically glowing when he makes it down from the podium and into the hitech garage where you're standing. he gives ralf and karl another hug each, before his eyes land on you – and then, he's standing in front of you and pulling you into his embrace in no time.

he lifts you into the air and twirls you around, sweaty forehead pressed into the side of your neck, but you don't mind even the slightest. "championship leader, huh?" you ask when he sets you down on the ground, smiling into the kiss he presses to your lips.

"finally," he answers, cocky as ever, pulling you in for another hug.

his bottle of podium champagne is almost empty when he hands it to you and you can't help but laugh at the guilty smile forming on his lips. his eyes follow the way you lift the bottle to your mouth, adoring the grimace you pull at the bitter taste. he gladly takes the bottle from you when you offer it back, emptying its last contents in his own mouth before placing it on some counter next to you.

"come on," he says, hand wrapping around your wrist and pulling you away with him as he starts moving through the garage. you don't even have time to ask what's going on – not that you want to, anyway. a championship leader should never be questioned.

the kisses he presses on your lips are hungry from the second he closes the door to his driver's room behind you. his hands waste no time finding your hips, pulling your crotch flush against his. you can't help but gasp into his mouth at the feeling of his hard-on poking into your thigh. "already?" you ask, eyebrows raised when you pull away from him.

he leans forward to seal your lips again, not wanting to be away from you for even a second. "been thinking about you all race," he lets out, trailing a series of hot, wet kisses down your throat. his teeth slightly graze your sensitive skin and you tilt your head to the side, allowing him better access.

"and yet, you did so well," you tell him around a hum. "how do you want to celebrate this?"

"i think you know." his voice sends vibrations along your skin. he pulls away, his darkened eyes staring down at you as he places a hand right under your jaw, thumb stroking up and down your throat. "get down on your knees for me, love."

he can tell from your kisses that you're just as needy as him; the way your lips part for his tongue instantly is a dead giveaway, along with the string of whines that slip into his mouth when his thumb presses down harder on your throat. your hands on his shoulders guide him to walk until his back meets a wall, forcing him up against it. without breaking the kiss, you hastily pull down the zipper of his suit, helping him pull his arms free before letting the suit hang by his shoulders.

as much as you love how good he looks in his white fireproof shirt, it covers way too much of his skin, so it needs to come off, too.

you need his help to pull it off his body, the sweaty and champagne-soaked material sticking to his skin like glue. it's a big hassle, but it's all worth it when you hear his sweet laughter as he, too, struggles with his stripping. once your eyes meet the sight of his muscular upper body, you can't hold back from leaning in to press your lips along it. the urgency of it all has his stomach twisting in anticipation, your touch leaving his head spinning.

his skin is sticky in the best kind of way, the sweat-salty and champagne-bitter taste filling your senses instantly. your fingers grasp at his sides as you move further down, your tongue swiping along the creases of his abs, but his hand reaches for your cheek just as you begin kneeling down. "hey, wait a second."

when you blink up at him, his expression is much softer than you'd expected; his gaze is full of adoration, warmth, love. "what's wrong?"

he pauses for a second before shaking his head. "nothing," he says. "i just... wanted to see your pretty face."

"you..." a tiny blush creeps onto your face, though you're sure you can blame it on the heat of the situation. "you're so silly..."

"silly, maybe. but i'm also the luckiest man in the world."

your heart swells in your chest at his words, the situation suddenly growing much more intimate than you'd expected. you and paul are no newbies to a quickie on a race weekend, but it usually never goes quite like this. these words of affection and these love-filled eye contacts are reserved for late-night lovemaking sessions in his apartment or back at the hotel.

not that you mind, of course.

"just... you looking up at me like this..." you try to turn your head away, cheeks heating up at his words, but paul's hand on your face tilts you back. "knowing that you're all mine..."

"all yours."

you seal your words with a few kisses along the hemline of his boxers, before tugging it down just a little bit. then, one of your hands reaches into them, pulling out his dick and letting it spring up against his stomach.

you take him in your hands, moving them up and down along him a few times, and paul groans immediately. when you shoot him a glance, he's thrown his head back, lips slightly parted, and the sight is almost too good to tear your gaze away from. you look down at the other pretty thing, leaning in to press two kisses along one side of his length, then two kisses to the other side, before sealing it with a peck to his tip.

five kisses for five podiums.

your thumb begins to rub circles around his tip, smearing out his precum as your mouth begins to work with little licks up the underside of him. as your lips wrap around him and you finally take him in, he lets out your name in the form of a sigh, his heart pounding hastily against his ribs. a hand slips into your hair, fingers getting lost in your locks and nails slightly grazing your scalp as you take as much of him as you can.

"god, you're..." he says, voice thick and rough as if it takes all his effort not to let the moan in his upper chest escape. "so good..."

when he hits the back of your throat, it takes a few moments for him to remember how to breathe, his head empty except for the thought of you. he looks down at you with a reverent, almost worshipping look in his eyes. he just can't stop staring, the sight of your red cheeks and your lips around his dick making him unable to stop his hips from bucking a little. you can tell he's holding back, trying not to give in and push into you, but he lets out a content sigh once you start moving.

his breaths grow quicker and needier when you pick up the pace, a shiver shooting down his spine as he feels your tongue swirling around him. his fingers tangle in your hair, grip harder and helping guide you ever so slightly, and you blink up at him almost instinctively.

you love seeing him like this; almost vulnerable, as he gives himself up to you completely, fully at your mercy. his adam's apple bobs before he lets out a deep, guttural moan. you hum at the sight, which causes him to let out a babbling mess of your name and a bunch of swearwords, the hand in your hair suddenly pulling you back.

a few strings of saliva connect you to his length when he holds you back, the confused look in your eyes, along with your parted lips, making his heart flutter. his hand moves from your scalp down to your cheek, urging you up to stand again. "i want to... come inside you..." he explains, still breathless. "is that okay?"

"anything for you," you assure him, eyes softening as they see the gentle smile on his lips.

paul's hands find your hips and spin you both around, your breath hitching when he pushes you up against the wall. his lips are back on your neck in just a second, his hands trailing down your body and reaching under your skirt. one hand settles on the inside of your thigh, thumb stroking up and down the skin, as the other pulls your panties to the side to allow him to run a finger along your folds. "so wet already?" he asks, faux innocence in his voice. "just from sucking me off?"

your hands land on his shoulders for stability when his fingers fill you up, eyes fluttering closed as he spreads and curls them. it doesn't take long for him to deem you stretched out enough, pulling out and wiping your wetness all over his cock. you drape your arms around his neck, leaning your forehead on his shoulder once he rubs his tip against your core, before slowly slipping into you.

a curse falls from your lips, a painful yet perfect stretch spreading through you. "feels like... your ego isn't the only thing that grew from that podium..." you gasp, feeling him push in a little deeper.

paul lets out a wholehearted chuckle, letting one of his hands reach up to bring your face off his skin and press a quick kiss to your forehead as you adjust to him. "taking that as a compliment," he mumbles, brushing a few strands of hair out of your face with a tender caress. he keeps still for a few moments to let you adjust, before starting his gentle thrusts.

one of his hands holds you up against the wall by your waist beneath your dress, while the other one has a firm grip on your ass. you use your last bits of energy to jump up just a little, hanging both of your legs around his hips. not long later, he picks up the pace, way too needy to go slow right now.

"you feel-" he starts, moving his hand from your waist to where your body meets his, fingers finding your clit with ease. "so- so good..." he alternates circles with little flicks of your bud, and you can't help the sting of whines that fall from your lips. "god, you have to stay quiet, unless... you want my entire team to hear..."

just the thought of any hitech staff – or, much worse, ralf or karl – hearing you makes something boil in the pit of your stomach, your insides involuntarily clenching around paul. you hide your face in his bare chest, letting out a few muffled sounds when he buries himself deeper and deeper into you. it's all getting too much, his pinches and vibrations against your clit in combination with him hitting that sweet spot deep inside you with every pump threatening to push you over the cliff at any second. "fuck- i'm going to-"

he feels your breasts press into his chest as you arch your back into him, your walls tightening around him when your orgasm washes over you. you throw your head back against the wall as you try to catch your breath, your arms around his neck pulling him closer to you. the feeling of your pulsating insides is just way too good, and the moan he lets out when he climaxes is way too loud – but he really doesn't care right now.

he spills his load into you, his hold on your underside trembling when he feels you contract around him one last time. he feels the mixture of his cum and yours dripping out from between you, and he knows already that the cleanup is going to be a mess – but that's just another thing he simply couldn't give a fuck about.

when he finally recovers the energy to open his eyes and look at you, his heart clenches at the sight of your messy hair and dazy expression. "what a day, huh?" he asks with a chuckle, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. "monaco is amazing."

a dismissive sound vibrates from the back of your throat. "it's not monaco. it's all you, baby."

[n0vazsq]

Sailor song | PA17 x Reader

pairing . . . paul aron x reader

summary . . . When you and Paul share an intimate moment, you try to distract yourself from the presence of Paul

request . . . no!!

word count . . . 1.1k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . ok so i died??

taglist . . . @barcapix ,, @f1lover55 ,, @ilovebarcaaa ,, @httpsdana (lmk if you want to join the taglist!)

. . . The night was quiet, save for the hum of a far off engine and the crackle of leaves underfoot. You leaned back against Paul’s car, arms crossed and fingers hidden in the sleeves of your jacket.

The faint glow of the streetlights lingered between you both, casting soft light in the cool air as you exhaled slowly, letting go of the tension that had been building all day.

Paul stood a couple of feet away, hands shoved in his pockets, watching you like you were the only thing worth noticing tonight.

There was a look on his face, something thoughtful but teasing, like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to say something ridiculous or if he’d actually just tell you the truth for once.

The silence hung there for a moment, heavy yet somehow comforting.

"You’re staring again," you muttered, trying to sound unimpressed.

He grinned in that lazy, Paul sort of way that always made you want to punch him. Or kiss him, depending on the day. "Can’t help it."

"Can’t help what?"

He tilted his head, his eyes skimming over your face as if searching for something. "I saw her in the rightest way…"

"Oh my God." You groaned, cutting him off before he could go any further. "You’ve been listening to too much music again."

But Paul wasn’t done. He stepped closer, a lopsided smirk tugging at his lips as he ignored your complaint.

"Looking like Anne Hathaway," he finished softly.

You turned your face away, half laughing to cover the way your cheeks burned. "What does that even mean?"

"It means you look good," he said simply, voice exceptionally quiet.

You fiddled with the strap of your bag, anything to keep your hands busy, to keep from focusing on how Paul was looking at you.

The nervous energy in the air made it hard to breathe, but you tried not to let it show, but failing as you coughed slightly.

"Inhaling while she fidgeted with her bag. And coughed, and coughed," he murmured, more to himself now than to you.

You glanced up sharply, raising a brow. "You’re so dramatic. Is this a monologue?"

"Maybe," Paul teased. He shoved his hands deeper into his pockets, kicking at a random rock. "Or maybe I’m just telling the truth."

"You wouldn’t know what to do with the truth if it smacked you in the face," you shot back, but the words didn’t hold much truth. Ironic much.

That made him laugh, soft and warm in the space between you both. "You think too much."

"You don’t think enough." You frowned at him, already half defensive before you’d even thought of a reply.

Paul shrugged like you hadn’t just hit a nerve, like it wasn’t something you’d both known for a while now. "One of us has to keep things interesting."

You stared at him, heart caught somewhere between frustration and something softer, something you weren’t ready to name. He made it look so easy.

Letting go, letting things just be, while you sat here, overanalyzing every glance, every breath, every moment that hung too long in the air.

Paul leaned against the car next to you, so close now that his shoulder brushed yours. "And then," he murmured, his voice low and teasing, "she came up to my knees, begging, 'baby, would you please?',"

You groaned, rolling your eyes hard enough to hurt. "Please shut up, Paul."

He ignored you completely. "Do the things you said you’d do to me, to me…"

"Paul," you warned, though it didn’t stop the corner of your mouth from twitching upward.

"Say what you want, but you like it when I talk like this," he said, his voice holding that infuriating self assurance you’d come to expect.

"I really don’t," you said flatly, glaring at the smirk on his face.

He leaned closer, his voice soft enough to send a shiver down your spine. "Oh, won’t you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor?"

You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry. Paul always knew how to toe the line between a joke and something more. Something dangerous.

"That’s enough," you whispered, your voice straining just a little.

But he didn’t pull back. He stayed close, eyes still locked on yours, his grin softening into something quieter. "When you get a taste," he murmured, "can you tell me what’s my flavor?"

"Why are you like this?" you muttered, though you didn’t step away.

"Because you keep coming back," Paul replied easily, like the answer was obvious.

You didn’t know how to respond to that, so you just looked away, staring at the dark street stretching out in front of you.

For a few seconds, neither of you said anything. You could hear Paul breathing, steady and calm next to you, like none of this was a big deal, like you weren’t absolutely losing it on the inside.

"I don’t believe in God," he said finally, "but I believe that you’re my savior."

The words were quiet, but they hit you harder than any of his teasing lines before. You turned to look at him, your expression softer now, thrown off by the way his gaze held steady.

"Paul…"

He smiled faintly, like he wasn’t expecting you to say anything else. "It’s true."

You opened your mouth to argue, to brush it off or tell him he was being ridiculous again, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Not this time.

"I know you’ve got all those thoughts swirling around in that head of yours," he added, his voice almost shy now. "But you don’t have to think so much all the time, you know? Not here."

You stared at him, and for the first time tonight, Paul didn’t look so cocky. He looked real, just a boy leaning against a car, trying to say something he didn’t have the words for.

"You’re exhausting," you finally said, but the fondness in your voice gave you away.

Paul grinned again, some of that familiar mischief returning to his face. "And yet, you’re still here."

You sighed, shaking your head as you looked away, but you couldn’t stop the smile tugging at your lips. "Yeah," you murmured. "I’m still here."

And in the quiet that followed, Paul just stayed beside you, close enough to touch but not pushing, not forcing anything else.

Maybe, for once, you didn’t need to think about it too much.

Maybe, for tonight, this was enough.

[jpnriikicore]

── tan lines and light eyes

paring paul aron x fem!reader, word count 467, genre fluff, ( masterlist )

he leaned against the doorway of the balcony gazing at the spectacular view with the orange in the sunrise standing in only his boxers with his blond hair disheveled. ocean crashing against the shoreline. seagulls flying in the morning sky.

clothes lying on the floor from the bed to the front door. your faded rogue lipstick on the collar of his white button-up shirt that was discarded on the hardwood floor he wore last night. a diamond ring hidden in a small velvet box in his pant pocket that he wore last night and that he’s carried around since their fifth date waiting for the right moment.

you snap a photograph of him in that moment with an old fuji camera you brought along with you. you bend your knee upwards and lean your head forward to rest your chin against your knee as you admire the view of him in front of you. finally, at the realization that you indeed awake from your deep slumber. he didn’t want to wake you earlier this morning with how cute and peaceful you looked with your cheek squished up against the pillowcase and hair sprawled out. he walks over towards you tilting your head up to press a chaste kiss on your lips. he’s head dips down to press gentle kisses on the side of your neck. love marks already scattered across your neck that are going to be almost impossible to cover up. a freshly done tattoo of his number '17' on your shoulder blade.

your arm extended out for a piece of bacon on the food tray that was sent up earlier this morning. his hand follows your arm as he clasps your forearm and presses a gentle kiss on your wrist. he eyes flickering up to gaze at you as you feel him smile against your skin.

“morning, kallis." ( dear )

his accent was sleepy and thicker, as it always was in the morning, his watercolor eyes looked down at you as he lowered himself down onto the edge of the bed settling himself next to you.

“morning.”

you’re both still young and full of ambition to get to your dream. you’ve worked too damn hard to give it up now. a future red bull and mercedes driver. a secret little rendezvous that is hidden in the shadows. nobody else knows about your relationship besides your teammates.

after, finishing your piece of bacon. a giggle escaped from you as he pulled you down on top of him laying on the plush mattress. your cuddled up by his side sharing a chaste kiss. his dominant hand gently grazing her spine underneath one of his shirts. his nondominant hand tangled in your unruly hair. your head resting on his chest intently focusing on the patter of his heartbeat.

© JPNRIIKICORE, 2024

[leaawrites]

Bed Chem (PA17)

Paul Aron x fem!reader

Summary: when in desperate need for good food, get a cute guy's phone number.

Warnings: fluff, maybe some minor smut, cursing,

Wordcount:

Masterlist, Short n'Sweet Series

Coast. Sun. The Italian beauty surrounding you in a way you hoped would stay in your memory forever. Friends around you that you wished would stay by your side forever. The stones under your feet so soft and soothing in a way it could only happen in the summer.

Y/n looked up from her book, watching out for her friends every once in a while to see if they were still both alive in the ocean. Seeing them have fun and play mermaids made her smile. A feeling of warmth spreading through her chest that only they could make her feel. The shadow of the cliff next to their secret spot was providing her the medicine she needed most from a headache forming from the heat.

They were in Italy for a few days already. Mostly in the water or taking pictures or eating. It was what they were there for. Getting time off from university and living life a little more fully. They have been friends ever since kindergarten and with summer being the only time they could see each other, they spent their whole time together.

She could hear voices talking on top of the cliff and soon enough a body landed in the water. Breaking the surface with a big splash and scaring the three girls with the sudden movement they didn’t expect. Abby let out a loud scream of shock and Lola only laughed at her reaction. Not as faced by the action as her friends, Y/n stayed back. Observing rather than interfering. She didn’t know where this would go but if it was good, she didn’t wanna ruin it.

Watching the interaction from afar, she had a clearer view on how many people were in the water. 4 guys and her two friends.

“I’m sorry if we scared you, but we called out,” he said, apologizing and defending himself at the same time. Holding his hands up in defense.

“Don’t worry, just a small shock,” Abby said, waving his guilt off and assuring him that they were alright.

“Isn’t it dangerous to jump from so far high up without knowing where you’ll land?” Lola interfered in their conversation. Bugging in with her motherly protective nature.

“We do this very year, it’s fine,” another guy said. He had thick blond hair and seemed rather muscular. The corner of his lips pulling up slightly as he talked.

“You are here every year?” Lola asked, her eyes widen and hope flickering through her pupils. They all nodded, confused at her sudden happiness. “We’ve been trying to find a good dinner place that isn’t already booked out every night but also tastes good. Maybe you have some recommendations?”

“Sure,” the blonde answered. “You’ve got a phone with you? We could send you some addresses if you want to.”

“That would be amazing,” Abby said. She was already starving for great food ever since they arrived, hearing the possibility of great Italian food was all that she needed to get out of the water. The blonde followed her.

They walked over to where Y/n sat, who was still watching, Abby taking the girls phone and opening the contacts. She held it to the guy and waited for him to take it before she glanced down at her friends scowling face. Being the only completely single friend, it was always her phone that was used for guys’ phone numbers. ‘It could be someone good between all the other assholes,’ Lola explained the first time they did it. It hadn’t worked once.

He gave it back to Abby, before looking at the other girl too. “Hey.” He smiled at her. The way he looked at her making her face heat up and her chest churn.

“Hi,” she said back, squinting her eyes from the sun and smiling back awkwardly.

God was he hot.

Abby gave her the phone back before leaving the pair to their own devices and jumping back into the water.

“I’m Y/n,” she introduced herself. The least she could do now that she already had his number in her phone.

“Paul,” he said back, shaking her hand that she had stuck out to him.

“Paul, come on. We’re doing another round,” one of his friends shouted their way, making them both look at him waving for Paul to walk over.

“I’ll see you,” Paul said before hurrying off.

“What are you doing now?” Abby asked, laying down next to her friend on the bed.

They were back in their beach house, waiting for Paul to send them the locations.

“Nothing,” Y/n answered, looking at her phone in hopes of the boy texting her. He didn’t.

“Maybe just ask him,” Lola proposed from the table she was seated at, her mirror in front of her and make up strewn around the surface.

“I’m not texting him again,” Y/n said. “One time is more than enough.”

A simple, ‘hey, it’s Y/n from the cliff today. Got any good dinner places for us yet?’

Not her text, not her confidence.

Abby stole her phone after she wondered too long about what to write for her liking. It was always about taking risks for her. Even on the cost of others.

In the next second, her phone lit up, signaling a new message incoming. Looking at the screen, the two girls on the bed squealed.

Paul had answered.

‘Hey, got a few of our favourites for you.’

And then 4 links to websites of restaurants near them. The three of them looked through them, after sending a ‘thank you’ and eagerly imagining the delicious food they will hopefully soon taste.

Another text from him, when they were on the second website, looking through the menu and prices.

‘Maybe we could take y’all out, a little tour guide around restaurants if you will ;)’

“Holy shit,” Lola said, smiling at the pop-up. “Holy shit. Answer him!”

“What am I supposed to say?” Y/n panicked as she clicked on the text icon.

“Say yes!” Abby urged her, shaking her by her shoulders in excitement. “Maybe he’ll take you out all alone tomorrow.”

“Abby, calm down,” Y/n said, blushing. A deep shade of red creeping up her face. “I barely know him.”

“The way you looked at him said enough,” Lola joined in on the teasing.

“I didn’t look at him in any way.”

“Sure, you didn’t,” they both said at the same time, rolling their eyes in the process. “But then there was they way he looked at you.”

“He didn’t look at me in any way!” She kept on trying to make them shut up.

“Yeah, right.”

“I bet he’s good in bed,” Abby said, never having a filter over what should stay in her head and what was appropriate to be shared with the world.

“Oh my god, stop it!” Y/n let out frustrated, letting her head fall on the mattress.

“Just admit that you think he’s cute.” They didn’t receive an answer, but a groan instead. Probably an eye roll too. Still she couldn’t get the pictures out of her head. With him hovering over her, his arms brushing over her skin so delicately and yet so desperately. Could he be the exception?

His lips on her hips, on her collarbone, on her own. His voice whispering in her ear in such a filthy manner. What would he sound like the morning after? Would his voice be raspy? His accent thicker than it already was? Would his body feel softer, more relaxed?

She imagined their bodies moving together, almost melting into one. Them laughing when something didn’t go the way they planned. Her laughing at the feel of his hair against her bare skin.

A feeling of warmth spreading through her body that only he could make her feel. With his sweet voice whispering in her ear. His hands on her waist, on her face, on her thighs.

‘We would love to.’

[giuseppe-yuki]

I HAVE A THOUGHT oh btw it's the original wolf!reader anon who's also the anon that sent in the ask about the groupchat hehe ANYWAY BACK TO MY THOUGHT

Ollie's gf is a bear. But not just any bear - a bear CUB. Like she's just a little cub and everyone is like: OLLIE WHY DO U HAVE A CUTIE PIE WJFNEJFJEJJFJD

Paul Aron's gf is a bird that likes to nest in his hair because it's so fluffy

Going down the Prema pipeline now but like - Dino's gf is obsessed with dinosaurs and wishes with all her heart that she can turn into one... And then she finds out that she can turn into a komodo dragon. She goes: welp, that's the closest I'll get!!

I have so much more omg 😭 but yeah too shy to go off anon for now

helloooo wolf!reader anon! i'm always down to chat :)

my thoughts under the cut!

pictures credits from pinterest :)

that would be perfect for ollie's gf to be a bear cub. i imagine she's clingy like a bear cub too, and it would be common for her to just scamper towards ollie when she needs some love, and to crawl up his long legs. unfortunately, more often than not, ollie would end up with the legs of his sparco racesuits and sleeves of his alpinestars fireproofs accidentally ripped up from her long claws. not that he minded, though. he would just pick her up both of his hands and give her a big smooch on her nose. at first, the prema manager in charge of racesuit distribution would be pissed the constant ruined clothing, but like everyone else, she would fall into the loveable bear cub spell and then spoil ollie's gf rotten. ollie has not only protective boyfriend instincts, but also fierce momma bear-like traits too. god forbid someone tries to harm his girlfriend- they always seemed to have their balaclava's ripped up and radio headphones cords cut before a big race!

i like the idea that paul aron has a songbird!gf. many of the f2 drivers joke that paul is like a princess with a feathery friend, just like george russell and his deer. nevertheless, he takes pride when his gf flutters around his head, singing the most beautiful tunes, or when she nests in the fluffy blonde ringlets on his head. when the jokes go to far, he knows that she doesn't hesitate to dive bomb the offending person and attempt to peck at their eyeballs.

it's not a secret that dino's gf loved dinosaurs. her phone case and background are pics of dinosaurs (she makes sure that a polaroid of her boyfriend is visible from her phone case at all times, though), she takes great care in putting up dinosaur string lights around the driver's room, and she knows every line from jurassic park. hell, even her boyfriend's name is dino. when she found out her special ability, she was over the moon. komodo dragons were basically mini dinosaurs! when she went out in the paddock, some people might have found her scaly, amphibious outer layer scary, but dino loved every bit. when he had bit of spare time from racing, he made sure to research every page on google and read every book on komodo dragons from cover to cover to make sure he could best take care of of his gf when she shifted. in return, she used her scary nature (and toxic/venomous spit) to piss off irritating reporters or touchy fans.

not to worry! thanks for the thoughts :) i've seen other blogs do emoji anons, so if you feel comfortable, you can pick out an emoji to use as your signature so you don't have to repeat yourself every time you send in an ask! 💕

[cllightning81]

Sleepy

Summary : You're always tired, and Paul's always there to make sure that you get enough sleep even if it means missing him race.

Pairing/s: Paul Aron x Reader

Word Count : 1.2 k

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A/N: This is for my sleepy people who like me always need a nap or two during the day.

When you first started dating Paul it didn’t cross your mind to tell him how tired you actually got because it was never something that got in the way until you started following him to Grand Prix’s. Going with him was rare because your studies came first, and he understood that thankfully, there were times when you could still be together. 

But this weekend you’d joined him at the Monaco Grand Prix because well it’s Monaco. You’d decided to stay in the hotel room for practice catching up on the work that you’d missed during your journey to Monaco. 

For qualifying you’d gone down to the Hitech garage sitting in the dressing room for Paul and his teammate Amaury. Sitting down as you watched Paul getting suited up with your eyes closing due to a mixture of being tired and the jetlag that was still catching up with you. 

Paul walked over, pushing a couple of strands out of your face as you looked up to him. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest 

“Why didn't you say that you're feeling tired, armastus?” He asked softly (Love) 

“I was feeling okay until I sat down and stopped doing anything” You explained, and he nodded, pressing a kiss to your temple 

“Please have a nap while I’m at quali” You sighed 

“I want to watch you though baby” You looked up at him as Paul ran a hand through your hair 

“I know you do, armastus, but remember what happened last time you stayed up to watch me?” He asked and, you nodded, looking down a little 

“Yeah I remember” You had gotten overtired at the last Grand Prix that you’d attended and almost ended up passing out, walking back to the hotel. 

“Okay so please just have a nap, armastus. I promise that I’ll give you a lap by lap when we get back to the hotel room and even though I know you’ll fall asleep listening to me but then I at least know you’re safe” You nodded looking up at him as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips 

“Be safe out there baby” You smiled up at him 

“You know I will be” He smiled, kissing you before leaving the room, and you moved to lay down on the massage table in the middle of the room, waving to Amaury as he left. 

You slept for the whole of qualifying and through the debriefs, only waking up when you heard Paul and Amaury talking about the car as they walked back into the dressing room. You rubbed your eyes as you looked over in the direction of the voices. Both boys placed their helmets and water bottles down, a clear sign they hadn’t been there long. Paul looked over a smile forming on his face as he saw you awake. 

Keeping up his conversation, he walked over sitting on the massage table next to you as he rubbed a comforting hand across your back. You closed your eyes again, enjoying the comforting touch and the comforting sounds of his voice. 

You hadn’t realised that while Paul was sitting there that you’d actually fallen back asleep again under his touch and warm voice. You couldn’t help it. He was just so warm in general. Paul had crouched down in front of you once he was ready to leave for the day, gently rubbing your arm and pushing a few strands of hair out of your face.

“Armastus it’s time to go home” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you stirred awake. Looking about to get your surroundings before setting your eyes on Paul, who had a small smile on his face 

“Time to get you back to the hotel darling” He smiled and you nodded sitting up with Paul’s help because he always finds a way to have physical contact with you when possible. 

“I didn’t mean to fall back asleep” You whispered, and he nodded 

“I know you didn’t but you did, and that’s okay” He hummed, pressing a kiss to your temple as he took your hand and bag, walking out of the dressing room with you. 

You couldn’t have asked for a better boyfriend. He was always so loving and kind about you constantly just wanting to nap and not leave the house. He didn’t care because when you wanted to nap, it meant extra cuddles for him, and he loved the contact even if he was meant to be working. 

There were often times when Paul was meant to be on Zoom meetings however, you wanted a nap, so you came first. He’d sit in bed while you lay with your head on his chest - where he placed it - and he’d do the Zoom meeting on his phone from bed. It didn’t go down well with the higher ups to begin with, but once they realised that he wasn’t ever going to change his setup, they stopped caring. 

Walking through the paddock to the car park felt like it was taking forever. Maybe that’s because you’d just woken up, and you still weren’t quite fully awake, or maybe it’s just because Formula Two really felt like putting their paddock the furthest away from the entrance. 

Paul kept one arm around your waist and his other hand was connected to yours probably making sure that you weren’t just going to collapse to the floor again even though the reason for that had been discovered Paul wasn’t having it. 

“What’s the plans for tonight?” You asked Paul, looking up at him 

“Well I cancelled my gym session because I wanted to cuddle you. I’m doing that in the morning now. So I believe that the night just calls for cuddles and my lap by lap” He smiled, and you couldn’t help but smile back at him. It was the perfect night. 

And that’s exactly what happened, well kind of. Paul ordered room service with some of your favourite snacks, including fruit, before picking up the blanket and following you around the room with it. 

“Let me wrap you up” He chuckled as you stopped turning to face him, raising your hands up to keep him away 

“I don’t want to be wrapped up” You giggled, and he raised an eyebrow 

“That’s not what you said last night” He smirked 

“Last night was different!” You argued, and he shook his head, taking a step towards you, so you took a step back. 

“Was it really?” He asked, taking another step forward, causing you to take one back. 

“It was, and you know it!” You exclaimed, and he chuckled. With every step forward he took, you took one back until your back hit the wall 

“Shit” You mumbled as he smirked, closing the gap between you both. Blanket thrown on the couch in the hotel room by now. 

“Nowhere to run now kallis” He smirked, and you looked up at him. His eyes captivating you as you tilted your head a little 

“And what are you going to do about me running away, hmm?” You asked with a slight smirk. His hand came up to hold your jaw in place as he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours, starting a make-out session between the two of you. 

Eventually, Paul did manage to get you wrapped in the blanket like a burrito after your make-out session lying in bed with you, his arms wrapped around you as your head rested on his chest. His hand brushed through your hair as your eyes started to close, listening to him give a lap by lap about quali. The night was perfect. In fact, the whole day was perfect. 

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rising | paul aron x fem!reader

warnings: smut: mdi!, switch dynamics, oral (fem receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, aftercare

also, just brace yourselves, it’s long. smut to comfort, to fluff

summary: rising tensions, rising sun. would it give rise to something beautiful?

dampness in your panties and butterflies in your stomach were a dangerous combination. especially for a one night stand.

but it was the summer vacation and you were in italy, staring at the most beautiful boy you’ve ever seen. logic had nothing to do with this, because his body was now pressing into you, almost overwhelming you with the heat. you could feel his biceps flexing underneath the think fabric of the shirt, threatening to rip the material apart. and you probably would’ve done that yourself already if you weren’t still in public, making out at the side of the road. both of you stupid with desire. didn’t help with actually finding your way to his hotel room.

your clothes didn’t last long, now scattered all over the floor and the bed. “fuck” he hummed into the kiss as you unclasped your bra. his hands were everywhere. feeling the weight of your ass, relishing the way his touch send shivers down your spine and made your kisses deepen. you head a low moan, but couldn’t be sure which one of you let it out. you were a mess, mess of limbs, sloppy kisses and clothes. paul took you in his arms, breathless. “you sure? sure you want it?” you just kissed him. “just fuck me” you smirked.

soon his tongue making circles around your entrance, hovering over your clit, only for his teeth to graze over it lightly. his blonde curls tickled your sensitive skin. shyly, you caressed it and tugged on a strand of his hair. god, it was so soft. you couldn’t help it, you threw back your head and felt tears forming in your eyes. sadness, pleasure, longing and pure admiration for his beauty proved lethal. “that good, huh?” he smirked, his tone teasing. you swallowed hard. his eyes bore into you mercilessly, but there was something so warm about it. so warm that it have you butterflies.

paul loved seeing the reaction to his teasing. the parted lips, small shivers and muscles tensing under his touch. he was pretty damn good with his tongue and hands. all the one night stands, the nights with his ex, some friends with benefits made him amazing at giving oral. it made him proud to see a girl come undone just from his fingers. the control and the sights got him every time. but he has never brought a girl to tears. he just hoped it was the good kind of tears.

“no, ugh, i mean… yes.” you inhaled sharply through clenched teeth. “you just look really fucking beautiful between my legs.” paul groaned and bit the inside of your thigh, unable to suppress the moan. you yelped quietly and bucked your hips into his face. your body telling him to focus his ministrations elsewhere. he was more than happy to oblige, sinking his tongue into your core, his hands spreading your legs wider, caressing your smooth skin. “can you keep it open for me?” he asked, kissing just under your belly button.

his tone was so tender your heart swelled with affection. you nodded, not trusting your voice. he took his right hand and groped your ass. he sucked on his index finger and slowly dipped it inside, earning an impatient shudder. he smiled and returned to sucking your clit, while his thumb collected your wetness. with just one finger, moving slowly and the middle finger teasing the other hole, another moan filled his ears. you felt him chuckle into your core, fingering you until you came for the first time.

your thighs closed on his head, a sigh escaped your lips. you layed motionless, mind hazy until you felt him lick his way up from your core. you lowered yourself to meet him in a passionate kiss. there was more than just the usual hunger and selfish desire. there was warmth in it. you wrapped your legs around his waist, hands cupping his cheeks. you were on top of him and looked into his eyes for permission. “go on, baby” he said breathless. your fingers traced the edge of his boxers, with every touch getting closer to his already hard erection.

the last article of clothes fell to the ground with the help of your teeth. paul moaned at the sight of you freeing his member with a single move of your mouth. you scoffed and smirked, reaching over to your scattered panties. still warm and damp. not thinking much you put them between his parted rosy lips. his moans sent shivers down your spine, but you didn’t want to risk getting caught. you saw the shock in his eyes, but it only made you clench your pussy.

your hands were on his chest, your body was hovering over him. you teased him, rubbing your soaked core over his length. his hands grabbed hold of your ass, guiding you to finally sink into him. you smirked, feeling the desperation in his movements. you pressed a sweet kiss onto his neck as you lowered your hips, taking him in slowly and pulling away again, leaving just the tip inside. you started riding him, fast, just to stop for a second, just to watch his face contort in pleasure. you picked up your pace again until your legs started giving out. you gasped, feeling your edge getting closer.

you took out your panties from his mouth and kissed him tenderly. he could feel you slowing down and gently flipped you beneath him. “let me finish this?” he asked, gasping for air. “yes, please.” you choked out and felt him thrust into you with a single move of his hips. paul bit his lip, breathing heavily and he looked absolutely sinful and beautiful doing it. not even breaking a sweat, pounding into you without mercy. you gasped every time he hit that sweet spot inside. “i’m close” you whimpered. “me too”

he stayed inside even when the cum filled up the condom, even when he slowly collapsed onto you. feeling the clenching slowly fade away, seeing your eyes lazily flutter open again. “f-fuck” your legs were wrapped around his waist, keeping him close, letting yourself enjoy this moment of fullness just for another second. you felt his head rest on your shoulder, his breath tickling your collarbone. this action alone made you clench again. you blushed and giggled. “hey” the blonde only hummed in response and pressed a sloppy kiss onto your skin.

“d’you want to shower?” you looked at him and hummed. tried to stand up, but your thighs didn’t want to comply. you took a hesitant step forward, only making paul’s smile wider. he kissed your temple and scooped you up into his arms. could’ve sworn you heard him whisper the word cute into your hair. he put you down carefully, his arm lingering for a second too long. like he wanted to join you, but was too scared to ask. flashed you a sheepish smile before disappearing behind closed doors.

like a horse released out of the reins, you thoughts were running wild, your heart chasing them around. you paid little attention to the water dripping down your body, because you were biting down on your arm. “i wasn’t supposed to do this” you scolded yourself and groaned silently. you were supposed to stay away from boys. especially those who only wanted to have fun for one night. and especially those who made you feel like it was more than a hookup. only to get your heart broken all over again until it was so cold it scared you.

fuck. but who could blame you? for when you left the shower, there was a fresh linen shirt and some underwear waiting for you. he left the hotel room. did he want to put some distance between you? or he went back to partying? because it was just a one night stand, a conquest or whatever. you ran a hand through your damp hair, now messy from shaking your head with disapproval and wandering around the room. fuck, what were you even doing with a boy like that? looking like a fuckboy, with at least a dozen girls eyeing him that night and a group of friends that stared at them knowingly.

but before your thoughts could spiral completely out of control, the door opened. to reveal a tangled mass of blonde curls and two boxes of pizza. then paul’s flushed cheeks and parted lips when he saw you. his eye lit up immediately. “i was scared you would leave” he confessed, scratching the back of his neck, laughing nervously. you returned the smile and chuckled.

it felt almost like a date. almost. because you were both fucked out, laying down on the floor, two candles barely enough to light up the room. because you were eating with your hands and stealing awkward glances at each other. because the only thing you knew about him was his name and how he felt inside of you. because the mere thought of what you just did made you blush furiously.

“sorry, can i ask you something” you looked at him, your eyes lazy. “sure” was he… nervous? paul ran a hand through his curls meeting your eyes before looking away again, saying: “you didn’t cry because of pleasure, did you?” he whispered.

well, fuck it, you’re probably never gonna see each other again. like all the other one night stands. it was just for one night. right? for some reason that realisation left a bitter taste in your mouth.

“you’re right” you pursed your lips and focused your eyes on the melting wax. anywhere but his face, anywhere but his warm eyes, that looked like the light at the end of the tunnel that was your romantic life. “there was something in your eyes… that made me realise how lonely i am” your voice broke and you tried to mask it by whispering when more quietly. like if you said it quietly enough, he would never hear this confession. because what you were feeling felt wrong, even embarrassing. that a random stranger on vacation that you slept with just made you feel loved.

you felt a feather light touch on your arm. you looked up quickly and was shocked to meet paul’s eyes. he immediately retracted his hand and swallowed hard. after kissing you everywhere, pressing into your body desperately, eating you out; he was too shy to touch you. “i’m sorry” he said, his voice deep with understanding. “boyfriend?” he guessed. you shook your head. “no. no, it’s been just me for a long time. i’m always so busy with my studies and working on myself that it’s really hard to even imagine myself in a relationship. “i know the feeling” he whispered, lowering his head.

“i’m pretty much travelling all the time, working hard to pursue my dream. doesn’t leave much room for anything really” a confession slipped from his lips. “i know i shouldn’t complain. i’m living my dream life right now. it’s just… what’s the point of all this happiness if there’s no one to share it with?”

“and your family?” you asked carefully. “sure, i can feel they’re proud of me. but they’re so far and i feel so bad every time im leaving” paul shook his head and licked his lips. he didn’t expect to open up to some random girl he just slept with. but, it didn’t feel like you fit that description. you were brave and confident, warm with a touch of melancholy that only added to your charm. it didn’t feel like you met a few hours ago. yet he knew so little about you. just your name. and your body felt wrapped around him. he shivered

“makes you ask why are you even bother doing it, doesn’t it?” you mused, looking somewhere in the distance. “yeah. exactly.” he hummed and looked down. he felt his stomach flip. why would someone so beautiful have to endure such feelings? why would you have to deprive yourself of the happiness of romance? resort to seeking solace in the arms of random men? for some reason the least though made him clench his fists.

“is there a moment you remember that makes you keep doing all this?” you gestured with your hand and looked out the window. the moon was slowly fading away and the sun has begun rising. in this small moment the opposite words collided, night and day blurred the lines of reality. paul stole a glance at your face. he thought you looked absolutely angelic in the early morning light. he reached out to touch your arm and carefully pulled you closer. “it’s the eyes”

“the excitement and pride i see in my brother’s eyes when i succeed.” he whispered, dropping his head, nuzzling into your collarbone. the recent times were most exciting and the loneliest of his life. sometimes debating whether it was even worth it to continue. so he lived off the moments when he made other people happy. but it was all so shallow sometimes.

or it just seemed that way compared to the depth of your eyes when you took his chin in your hands and looked at him. the way you rested in his arms, dozing off every few minutes, your breath hot on his chest. his shirt carelessly draped over your shoulders, barely covering anything. paul threw his head back and covered his eyes with his arm and let out a small quiet laugh. “fuck”

you were sleeping in his arms, morning light seeping into the room. paul was basking in its gentle warmth, unable to believe his luck, stealing lovesick glances at your relaxed features. “i’ll find you again. don’t know where or how, but i swear to find you.” and with that promise on his lips he fell asleep too. spent and so so happy. but in the morning his lap was cold and empty. you were gone.

left a small thing behind: a small note on his desk that read: “[your phone number] if you ever want your clothes back” paul smiled to himself.

because you took something more than a shirt from him.

masterlist

[multicohn]

summary: after another disappointing race that ended in retirement, paul just really needs his girlfriend

warnings: none

pairing: fem! reader x paul aron

genre: angst ( not really ), fluff

face claim: no one

author note: just a short one because of what happened with the race today

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not wanting to face the disappointment and anger of his team, paul slowly walked back to the garage. physically he was fine, but emotionally he wanted to punch or kick something to get his anger out, and mentally? paul just wanted to collapse into the arms of his girlfriend who was in the pit lane.

but, he had to sit on the pit wall and watch the odd battle that was happening. depending on who ended in points, he would be dropped down in the championship, but paul was reminded that there’s still races left.

“can i go back?” a nod was all he needed.

paul quickly crossed over to his girlfriend who hugged him tightly, completely ignoring all the cameras around them. y/n kissed her boyfriend lightly once he leaned out of her hug ( which took a while ). paul sighed as he let go, he wanted to go back to the hotel and just cuddle her until he felt better, but he had to wait.

“this year has been rather odd” paul nodded at her words as she leaned into his side

the couple were silent and aside from the cameras capturing their moment together, no one else bothered them.

after a while, amaury had to come into the pit lane and y/n slowly backed off, not wanting to be seen on screen, but paul quickly reached out and gripped her hand as an indication that he didn’t want her leaving his side. y/n learned that when paul was upset, he would go very quiet and would barley utter a word to anyone. early in their relationship, y/n had been upset about this as she just wanted paul to talk to her so she knew how to comfort him, but y/n quickly learned that she just needed to be patient and paul would eventually start talking about how he felt and what she could do to make him feel better.

“want a lolly?” she whispered and held a ( favourite colour ) wrapped sweet out to him

“why are you whispering?” he asked

“why are you?” she asked back in a normal tone, paul just smiled lightly and took it from her hand. she grabbed a few more and offered them to the team members who thanked her.

one thing that paul loved y/n is that fact she carries some sort of sweet with her, and there’s always a heap in her pockets.

“( favourite flavour )” she nodded before popping one into her mouth

she chewed lightly and covered her mouth before speaking again, “i got some more in my bag back at the hotel, should we unwind with a sugar rush?”

“hell yeah”

paul felt a bit better with her by his side and he hoped that their relationship will continue to be as sweet as the lollies / candies she brings with her.

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hello could you make a story Aron paul rivals smut 😍 song All I Need

You didn’t specify which All I Need song so I went with All I Need by Lloyd, I hope that was the one you wanted 😖😖.

All I Need

Paul Aron x Fem!Reader

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It was a night of celebration as my boyfriend, Paul, had just clinched a win at the Formula 2 race. We were at a bar, sipping on drinks and letting the night's excitement wash over us. I ran my hands through his blond hair, tugging gently as I congratulated him with a passionate kiss. He tasted like victory and desire, and I knew tonight was going to be wild.

As the drinks kept flowing, our hands became increasingly adventurous. I felt his strong fingers squeeze my thigh, creeping higher under my skirt with each bold caress. I leaned in close, my breath tickling his ear as I whispered, "You know, we could always make this an early celebration if you're up for it."

Paul needed no more encouragement. His hands found my breasts, squeezing and teasing my nipples through my dress. I moaned softly, leaning back to give him better access. The music throbbed around us, but the only rhythm I felt was the beating of my heart and the growing urgency between my legs.

Without warning, Paul stood, taking my hand and pulling me towards the bathroom. The crowded bar didn't seem to notice as we made our way through, our bodies pressed tightly together, my back against the solid wall of his chest. He pushed open the bathroom door and guided me into a stall, locking it behind us.

The confined space only intensified the heat between us. Paul's eyes burned with desire as he looked at me, his hands grasping my hips and pulling me against him. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my stomach, and I grinded my pelvis against him, feeling his length through our clothes.

"I need to feel you," he growled, his lips finding my neck as he started to kiss and bite my sensitive skin. His hands fumbled with the zipper of my dress, tugging it down urgently. I lifted my arms, letting the fabric fall to the floor, leaving me standing in nothing but a lacy bra and thong.

Paul's eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight of my bare skin. His mouth found mine in a hungry kiss, his tongue tangling with mine as his hands roamed freely over my body. I reached down, desperate to free his cock from the confines of his pants. It sprang free, hard and thick, and I wrapped my hand around it, stroking gently as I felt his sharp intake of breath.

"You feel so good," he grunted, his hips thrusting slightly into my hand.

Needing to feel him inside me, I turned and lifted myself onto the closed toilet seat, spreading my legs wide. Paul's eyes widened at the invitation, and he wasted no time, diving his head between my thighs. His tongue found my clit, circling and flicking as he moaned softly, sending vibrations through my sensitive flesh. My hands tangled in his hair, guiding him as my hips bucked uncontrollably.

The sound of the song "All I Need" by Lloyd filtered through the bathroom door, providing a sexy backdrop to our dirty encounter. Paul's mouth worked its magic, his lips and tongue sending me closer and closer to the edge. My breath quickened as I felt the climax building, and then I was falling, crying out in pleasure as my body shook with the force of my orgasm.

But Paul wasn't done. He stood, stroking his cock as he pressed the tip to my soaking wet pussy. With one smooth thrust, he filled me, burying himself deep inside me. I gasped at the sensation, feeling him stretch me wider than I'd ever felt before.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his voice hoarse with need.

He began to move, his hips snapping forward as he plunged in and out of me. The sound of our flesh slapping together filled the small stall, mixing with our grunts and moans. Paul's eyes never left mine as he pounded into me, his hands grasping my thighs to pull me closer.

The music outside seemed to echo the rhythm of our fucking, and Paul moved in perfect sync, his thrusts becoming harder and deeper. I felt his balls slap against my ass with each forward motion, and I knew he was close.

"I'm gonna cum," he growled, his voice strained. "I want to cum inside you."

I nodded frantically, my body on edge again, eager for release. "Cum for me, baby. Fill me up."

With a final, powerful thrust, Paul buried himself as deep as he could go. I felt his cock twitch and throb as he emptied his load deep inside me, his warm cum coating my walls. It was the first time we had ever been bare, and the sensation sent me over the edge. I cried out, my fingernails digging into his shoulders as my pussy clenched around him, milking every last drop of his release.

We stayed like that for a moment, breathless and spent, before Paul gently pulled out. I felt his cum trickling out of me, but I didn't care. I'd never felt so deliciously satisfied.

Paul helped me off the toilet and straightened my dress, his fingers lingering on my body as he whispered, "Let's get out of here."

I smiled, knowing what he wanted. "Take me home, and you can have me again."

The drive back to our place was a blur, fueled by the overwhelming need to be with each other. We tore into the house, our clothes falling off along the way. By the time we reached the bedroom, we were both completely naked, our bodies glowing with desire.

Paul laid me down on the bed, his mouth finding my sensitive nipples as he teased and suckled, sending shivers down my spine. I moaned, my hands running through his hair, encouraging him to continue his oral exploration. His tongue trailed down my body, dipping into my navel before settling between my thighs once more.

This time, his mouth worked slowly, his tongue teasing my clit in lazy circles as his fingers plunged in and out of my pussy. I bucked my hips, riding his face as he ate me out with slow, deliberate strokes. I could feel his cock hardening against my thigh, and I reached down, grasping his length and pumping it gently.

"I want you to fuck me again," I whispered, my breath hot against his ear. "I need to feel you inside me."

Paul growled his approval, positioning himself at my entrance. With one smooth thrust, he entered me, filling me with his hardness once more. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper as he began to move.

The tempo built, our bodies moving in perfect harmony as we chased our release. Paul's cock felt incredible, stretching me wide as he thrusted deep and hard. I met his movements, my hips lifting to greet each forward motion, our skin slapping together in a sexy rhythm.

I felt my orgasm building like a tsunami, and I knew Paul was close too. His breathing became ragged, his grunts filling the room as he gave one final, powerful thrust. "I'm cumming," he roared, his cock pulsing as he filled me with his release once more.

My body followed suit, my walls clenching around him as I cried out, my juices flowing around his shaft. We rode out our orgasms, our bodies convulsing in unison as we enjoyed the intense pleasure.

Collapsing onto the bed, we lay tangled together, our sweaty bodies pressed close. I felt Paul's cock twitch inside me, and I knew he wasn't done yet. With a wicked smile, I rolled over, straddling him and impaling myself on his still-hard length.

"You're insatiable," he said with a laugh, his hands grasping my hips as I began to move.

I rode him slowly at first, lifting and lowering myself, feeling every inch of his cock. Paul's hands found my breasts, squeezing and teasing my nipples as I bounced gently on his lap. The feeling was incredible, and I quickened my pace, my breathing becoming shallow as I chased another climax.

"That's it, baby," Paul encouraged, his eyes glued to where our bodies joined. "Ride that cock."

His words sent me over the edge, and I threw my head back, my body shaking as I came around him. Paul followed soon after, his hands gripping my hips as he thrust up, filling me with another load of his hot cum.

Spent and satisfied, we lay on the bed, our hearts pounding and our limbs entangled. I trailed my fingers along Paul's chest, feeling his steady breath on my skin.

"That was incredible," I whispered, leaning in for a soft kiss.

Paul smiled, his hands pulling me closer. "And this is just the beginning."

We fell asleep in each other's arms, our bodies still connected, ready to continue our passionate exploration in the morning light.

[delusionalgirlswatchf1]

“We ain’t angry at you,do you hear me? We ain’t angry at you.”[Paul Aron x reader]

Y/N looked at the result once again and sighed. They were waiting for p1 or p2 but all they got was that stupid dnf sign.

It was now official that Paul lost the 1st place in the leadership. Everyone in Hitech was devastated and sad. Y/N was able to say it by looking at their faces. Though the saddest person was undoubtedly Paul. Y/N started walking to his driver room and knocked,but no answer came.

“He wants to be alone. At least for now.”

That was Ralf speaking,Y/N nodded. Ralf patted her shoulder and went back to the meeting room. Y/N sat down next to the door and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

She waited until she couldn’t tell how long she waited.

The door opened slowly and Y/N looked at the person who opened it. It was Paul.His usual smile was long gone on his face and his eyes were full of sadness. There were multiple signs of meaning he cried. Paul noticed Y/N and sighed as he let her in.

“Ralf told me you were waiting for hours now. Is there something you had to say?”

Paul’s voice were far from recognizable from all of the crying. He stood in front of Y/N and waited for a response.

The only response he got was the tightest hug in the world.

Paul relaxed as he buried his face onto her neck. Y/N played with his hair slowly as she made sure he was comfortable. After the long hug session they both sat down and Paul put his head on her shoulder.

“I fucked it up,Y/N.”

“Paul,no-“

“No,listen okay? I fucked it up cause this season was all I had. All I had. There wont be a round two or a second chance. I dont have an academy back up or enough money for f1. Hell,it will probably my first and last season on f2. Under all of this conditions,I should have been better. I could have been better. I know I could. Im so fucking disappointed in myself. So does everyone else.”

Y/N took a deep breath as she felt a tear on her shoulder. She thought if she could take all of his pain and made it hers,she would.

“I know what conditions you are in and I get what you feel but you should stop putting yourself under pressure all the time. Not everything is your fault,sometimes car sucks. And you are only a rookie,Paul. You have been doing great,you are great. Everyone knows this,We know you are trying your best. We ain’t angry at you,do you hear me? We ain’t angry at you.”

Y/N felt more tears on her shoulder as she held Paul’s hand and gave it a squeeze.

“Don’t go too hard on yourself,I love yourself.”

Paul let out a small chuckle to that. He raised his head from her shoulder and looked at her eyes.

“Thank you for understanding me so well,I needed this today.”

“Anything for you,champ.”

Paul smiled and put his hand on her cheek. Two teenagers kept smiling at each other until the door opened.

“Am I interrupting something or..?”

“Ralf!?”

[papaya-queen]

Teenage Dirtbag babyy !! - F2/3/F1 academy grid

my first smau - please be kind I’m new with the tools

Y/N x Paul Aron - Ollie Bearman x Andrea Kimi Antonelli - Abbi Pulling x Doriane Pin

<3

Later - 3 am

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Yourusername I’m just a teenage dirtbag babyyy

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User1 young drivers on social media are a blessing

User2 WAIT IS THAT OLLIE AND KIMI ?!!

            User3 AND DORIANE AND ABBI ?!!

maxverstappen1 stop posting on social media and answer our calls

User4 oh to be a part of that friend group …

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Racerbia never let Y/N plan the hangout

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Yourusername hey !!! It was amazing !

User6 AFTER BEARNELLI AND PINING WE GOT PAULY/N ?!!!

Arvid.lindblad actually the best hangout of my life

            Yourusername finally who someone likes my hangout plan

            Landonorris wait until tomorrow morning

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The next day

Sunlight was already picking through the curtains when Y/N woke up. Her head was hurting, like someone was hitting it from inside. She tried to get herself up, but some weight was keeping her pinned against the mattress. She turned her head and saw a blond head she knew too well. Sure, her and Paul were big on physical touch but sleeping like this never happened. She carefully shifted to see the room without letting go of Paul’s embrace.

Y/N observed the room and the people in it. She could recognize Kimi and Ollie on the couch opposed to her, the older spooning the other. She had a moment of confusion, but she knew Kimi and Ollie had always been big on PDA even as friends. She kept looking around, checking if all her friends did make it back to the apartment. Arvid, Dino, Maya and Bianca were all sleeping on the floor with some blanket resting on them. And on the armchair, you could find Abbi and Doriane literally glued to each other, managing to fit in the tight chair. Y/N tried to get up to go eat something but all the moving and shifting in Paul’s arm woke him up.

“Hi princess!” he said with the sleepiest voice ever.

“Hi baby!” she responded, hugging him tighter.

Then she got up, after spending a few minutes convincing Paul to let her go. Y/N walked to the kitchen, open the door and faced Charles, Max, Oscar and Lewis. She brutally closed the door before reopening it. “Good morning, everybody!”

“Good afternoon actually!” Charles pointing the clock on the wall. He was right, it was indeed way past noon. 3pm actually.

“So, what’s the reason for the visit?” said Y/N trying to act cool in front of her 4 grid-dad.

“Humm…You don’t remember last night, do you?” Oscar asked.

“Euuh no …?” She responded.

“Well, we have a little explanation to do when everyone wakes up” Oscar sighed.

Max stood up and entered the living room to shout, “EVERYONE WAKES UP NOW!” The mass of teen made a groaning sound, some of them complaining about their head. There was also some confusion like Abbi and Dorianne who were looking at each other, not understanding the how and why they were like this. Same for Kimi and Ollie. After a couple minutes, the other older driver entered the room and told everyone to sit and listen to them.

“You kids are fucking mental; you should definitely know that! Before we start scolding each of you, do you actually remember what happened yesterday?” Charles was endorsing his role as the principal grid-dad of those kids.

“I remember that we met up here, we drank maybe one or two beers then we went to the bar.” said Kimi, rubbing his eyes.

“Yes, and Y/N picked up a worksite cone and put it on her head.” Gaby completed.

“I remember something about Ollie and Kimi, and Abbi and Dorianne, like they kissed or something like that” Arvid said earning some weird looks from the four.

Bianca finished their story and added “I remember Y/N got stuck on a tree, we called Oscar to help but Paul got her back before he arrived.”

“Well we have a base to work on” Max said pinching the bridge of his nose.

“It’s actually not that bad, I thought they would black out like completely.” said Lewis.

“So kids, you all got wasted at the bar and started doing random shit, like sitting on rooftops, stealing shopping carts, scooters and you also did some private things, you should check your insta especially Bianca and Y/N” Charles resumed the whole night and let all the teens check on their insta and realized all the things they did while he decided with the others grid-dads to post something to try to peace the situation.

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Paularon_ it hurts but it was amazing

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well that's it ! I'm kinda proud of this, i hope you're gonna love this as much as me ! byye :)

[httpiastri]

sweet 20 – pa17

genre: hmmm kinda fluffy a lil suggestive, idk

pairing: reader x paul aron

warnings: mentions of alcohol.... idk anything else

word count: 1.3k

author's note: hmmmm idk about this one 😭 writer's block has been so bad recently and when i pressure myself to write, it all just gets so bad. idk. also ive had such a long day and i just wanna get this out before the day is over..... and it's only been proofread once 😕 anyway, hbd again paul <3

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"where did the birthday boy go?" dino's loud voice meets your ears over the blasting music and you turn to the side, seeing the swede making his way to you. "i almost mistook the two of you for siamese twins, seeing how close you've been all night."

he is right – paul has been pretty much attached to your hip for most of the evening. his hands have been on you at all times, fingers constantly dancing across your skin or along the fabric of your dress. even in a club filled with his friends, with people who would love to spend some time with the birthday boy, he still wouldn't let go of you.

"he needed to use the bathroom," you tell him with a chuckle. "i just barely managed to pry his fingers off me so he could leave me here, i didn't really feel like being pulled along."

dino laughs. "good call. the bathrooms here are pretty nasty..."

"yeah, i've seen the women's bathrooms, so i can imagine what the men's is like." he gives you an acknowledging nod. silence falls over the two of you for a moment as he just sips his drink, but then you speak up. "hey, good job at planning this all. paul was really surprised-"

"what was i surprised about?" paul's voice echoes from behind you, and just as you're about to turn to look at him, you feel two strong arms wrap around you, keeping you in place. "hm?"

"this surprise party," you tell him. "you really had no idea, did you?"

"no idea." he rests his chin on top of your shoulder, leaning his head on yours slightly. his voice grows quieter. "i missed you, you know."

"you missed me? when, now?" paul nods against your shoulder, and you look to dino with a grimace. he answers with a shake of his head, rolling his eyes at his best friend. "you left to go to the bathroom about two minutes ago."

paul hums. "but i still missed you."

you've almost never seen him this clingy. it's only when he gets a couple of drinks down that he's like this – and tonight, he's definitely had more than his share of the open bar. the strong smell oozing from him signals that the hangover will be bad. hopefully, it's worth it.

"i'm going to go find gabriele," dino says to excuse himself, disappearing in just a second.

you turn around in paul's arms, a smile creeping onto your lips when you see the very hazy expression on his face. "hi there," you say, pressing a quick kiss to his nose.

"hi there."

you pause for a second, but then you get an idea. you move your hands to wrap around his forearms. "i want to dance."

he shakes his head instantly. "you've seen me dance before, no way am i embarrassing myself in front of all these people."

"come on," you groan, pulling yourself out of his embrace to take his hands in yours. "it's your birthday, so you have to dance." he's about to interject, so you cut him off, beginning to back towards the dance floor. "i'm not taking no for an answer."

his mouth opens as if he has something to say back, but then he closes it, thinking better of it. he allows you to pull you with him, and the music envelops you the moment you step onto the dance floor. you can feel the bass inside your bones, and the lights overhead flash in an array of colors, casting a vibrant glow over the crowd. paul follows you reluctantly, his expression a mix of hesitance and amusement. after all, a gorgeous woman is dragging him with her to dance with him. how can he not be at least a little intrigued?

the atmosphere out there is contagious, and you can't help but caught up in the energy. moving with the flow of the crowd underneath the lights feels so natural to you – but paul isn't the same. he loves partying, sure, but the dancing itself...

he doesn't even notice his own lack of energy before you reach up to give his face a playful slap. "hey, ease up."

his eyebrows rise. "lead me, then..."

you can't help but let out a giggle at the request; underneath this tough, firm exterior hides a soft, sweet guy who's so insecure about his dancing that he freezes like this. of course, you help him out – it's your duty as his girlfriend, you think – and you place your hands on his shoulders. "grab my hips," you tell him. "and relax a little. this can't be any worse than driving your racing cars."

"it sure feels like it."

you shake your head. "now, just... move."

and that's what he does. you're not sure if it's because of the alcohol, or because his favorite the weeknd song is blasting from the speakers, but he's moving much more smoothly than he usually is.

or maybe it's your sweet smile that's encouraging him to keep on going.

as the song progresses, and then melts into another, paul seems to let go more and more. he actually dances surprisingly well – at one point, he even spins you, and you can't help but laugh at the unexpected skill.

the way that his hands move up and down your sides, sometimes slipping behind you to give your butt a quick squeeze, combined with the intoxicating scent of his cologne, makes your heart flutter even further. it seems to have an effect on paul too, because he pulls you closer to him. your eyes meet his, and for a moment, it feels like the world slows down. the desire in his gaze is unmistakable, and the intensity of the connection between the two of you is easily noticeable to anyone within a mile's radius.

he leans forward, lips grazing your ear as he whispers to you. "let's get out of here."

you lean back with a frown on your face, looking at him like he's crazy. "this is your party. all of your friends are here-"

"fuck my friends, i don't care about them." you slap his shoulder playfully, a gasp passing through your lips. "all i want is you."

"you're insatiable, you know that?"

he shrugs. "what can i say? you're irresistible."

you shake your head. now it's your turn to lean forward and whisper into his ear. "later," you start, giving his cheek a little kiss. "patience, my dear."

he groans. "i can't be patient. i think you know that by now."

"too bad. you haven't even had any cake yet." you grin. "or opened your presents."

"i only know of one gift that i want to unwrap..." he says, fingers reaching traveling lower on your dress and eventually reaching the hem, giving it a slight tug.

yet another giggle slips past your lips, but then you catch a glimpse of something behind him – and your gaze is different when you look back at him. you lean in closer, pressing your body up against his as your arms wrap around his neck, pulling his face closer to yours. your lips brush against him once, ever so slightly, and his breath hitches in his throat. is she actually about to give in?

"sorry to disappoint, but..."

timing has never really been on paul's side; he's always been unlucky in that way. even on his own birthday, things don't seem to work out for him – because just as he thinks he's getting somewhere, you suddenly pull away. his confusion only grows when the music is shut off and replaced with the sound of the entire club singing the birthday song. you point behind him, and he turns around to see a few of his friends carrying a big birthday cake, twenty lit candles perched on top of it.

"happy birthday," you whisper, and he shakes his head when he looks back at the teasing grin stretched across your lips.

"you're killing me. you know that, right?"

[n0vazsq]

Found the way | PA17 x Reader

pairing . . . soulmate!paul aron x soulmate!mixed!race!reader

summary . . . Meeting your soulmate after talking telepathically for years certainly was something.... especially when he's a race driver and you're an intern working in the same place

request . . . yes!! based on this request!

word count . . . 1.4k+

warnings . . . none! just a note that i'm going to refer to paul by his name, but reader doesn't know what his name is until they met!! conversations in their mind are in italic!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . wow. this was something to write.

taglist . . . @barcapix ,, @f1lover55 ,, @ilovebarcaaa (lmk if you want to join the taglist!)

. . . For as long as you could remember, you and Paul had been connected. It wasn’t something you had asked for, but it felt like it was always meant to be. Every day, you heard his voice in your head, clear as day.

The first time it happened, you had been terrified. You were alone, walking home from school, and suddenly, you heard a voice in your mind.

"Hey, are you okay?"

You had frozen in place, looking around, trying to figure out who had spoken to you, but no one was there. It took weeks before you realized that the voice in your head wasn’t a hallucination or some kind of weird glitch in the world.

It was Paul.

He explained to you that he had the same ability, and he was just as confused as you were. The two of you quickly learned that you could only communicate telepathically, no spoken words, no physical contact, just thoughts exchanged in the quiet spaces of your minds.

And so, over time, you both built a connection. You got to know each other in the most intimate, invisible way. You shared everything. The good, the bad, the joys, and the fears, without the hidden stuff that often came with speaking out loud.

You’d both learned to help each other when things felt overwhelming, offering support when life was too hard to navigate alone. But there was always this unspoken rule; you couldn’t tell each other your names.

At first, it didn’t matter. You both laughed about it, making jokes and creating silly aliases. You had ended up calling him Blondie because of the way he described his hair; golden in every way, from the light shine to the warmth it seemed to radiate.

He’d called you Curls, a teasing nickname for your wild, curly hair. It became your thing.

He was Blondie, and you were Curls, and for some reason, it was perfect.

But that didn’t mean you weren’t both curious. You wanted to know more about him. You wanted to meet him, see what he looked like, hold him close when he had a hard day. But there was always that one, simple rule; no names.

And yet, after years of talking like this, you both had grown closer than anyone else in your life. You had supported each other through heart ache, listened to each other’s frustrations, and celebrated each other’s victories. You couldn’t wait to finally meet in person.

"I’m counting down the days, Curls. I just know you’ll be even more beautiful than I imagined." Paul’s voice echoed in your mind one night, his thoughts filled with affection.

"I can’t wait either, Blondie. I swear, I’ve been dreaming about it." You closed your eyes, smiling, already imagining the moment when you could finally hold him, feel his warmth. "It’s all I think about."

The world outside of your telepathic connection seemed so small. Conversations with friends and family felt distant, almost irrelevant. All that mattered was you and Blondie. But you couldn’t help the anxiety that gnawed at you, what if he didn’t like you in person? What if it was awkward?

"Do you think it’ll be weird when we finally meet?" You asked, the uncertainty creeping into your thoughts.

"No." Paul’s response was immediate, confident. "I’ve been talking to you for years, Curls. It’s going to be perfect."

You had talked to him about your job internship, how you were working behind the scenes in the paddock for a Formula 1 team, assisting with everything from logistics to preparation, and experience to complement your course in motorsport management.

You’d mentioned how exciting, yet nerve wracking, it was to finally get the opportunity to be in such a fast paced environment, learning from professionals in the industry. You’d also shared how there was a possibility, just a small one, that you and he could meet face to face for the first time during the race weekend, though you hadn’t expected it to happen so soon or so unexpectedly.

And now, here you were, standing in the bustling paddock of a Formula 1 race, running around trying to do your job done amidst all the excitement. You were barely keeping your focus, distracted by the knowledge that you were just a few meters away from meeting him, your soulmate, the person who had been in your head for years. You couldn’t help but wonder if he felt as nervous as you did.

It wasn’t supposed to happen this way.

You were walking with a team member down the crowded pit lane, carrying a stack of equipment for a quick setup. As you navigated the sea of people, your foot caught on the edge of a toolbox, sending you tumbling forward.

You braced for impact, but before you could hit the ground, a pair of arms shot out, catching you in mid fall.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was go-"

Your heart skipped a beat as you collided with his chest, the impact leaving you breathless. You instinctively looked up into his eyes and froze.

There was something… something so strangely familiar about this person. His bright blue eyes locked onto yours, and everything else seemed to fade away. It was as if you had always known this person, and the realization hit you like a wave.

This was him.

"Curls?" His voice was low, hesitant, but somehow it sounded exactly the same as it did in your mind. You felt a jolt of recognition.

"Blondie?" you replied, nearly breathless. You weren’t sure if you’d said it out loud or thought it, but the words came so naturally.

His eyes widened in disbelief. "You-how-how are you here?" He looked around, clearly trying to piece together the situation.

You smiled, heart pounding in your chest. "The internship."

For a moment, neither of you knew what to say. The shock and joy of the moment hung between you like a heavy blanket, but the connection you felt in your chest was undeniable.

You had been waiting for this day for years, and now that it had finally arrived, you were left speechless.

He held you at arm's length, still unsure, his fingers lightly brushing your arms as though confirming you weren’t just a figment of his imagination. "I-I didn’t expect… This wasn’t how I thought it would happen. I thought we’d… I don’t know… meet some other way."

You laughed, a sound that felt more freeing than anything you had ever experienced. "I didn’t expect it either. But here we are."

"Yeah," he said, grinning now. "Here we are."

And just like that, you both stood there, in the midst of the busy paddock, overwhelmed by the realization that everything you had shared in your minds for years was now physical, real, and right in front of you.

"What's your name, then? Mine is Paul."

You told him your name, smiling when he repeated it, as if testing the way it felt on his tongue.

Paul’s gaze softened as he stared at you, the same intensity and adoration you had always felt from him radiating in his eyes. "I’ve waited for this moment for so long. It feels… unreal."

You reached for his hand, your heart fluttering as your fingers brushed his. The sensation was electric, like every piece of you had clicked into place. "Me too," you whispered. "I’ve always known it was you, but now I can see you, and it’s more than I ever imagined."

He smiled, a tender, almost shy expression that made your heart swell. "So, you’re actually here… and I’m not dreaming?"

"I’m here, Blondie, or Paul," you reassured him softly. "And I’m never going anywhere else."

And then, without thinking, you both moved closer. You didn’t need words to tell him how much this moment meant.

You simply leaned in, your lips meeting his in a kiss that felt like the peak of everything you had been waiting for. Soft at first, but as if everything else in the world had faded, you deepened it, feeling a connection so deep it was almost overwhelming.

When you finally pulled back, breathless, Paul rested his forehead against yours, his grip on your hands tight. "I can’t believe it. You’re here. We’re here."

You smiled, the weight of the years of waiting slowly lifting off your shoulders. "We’re here," you agreed, "and I’ll never leave."

He kissed you again, this time more passionately, as if he never wanted to let you go. And in that moment, you knew, more than ever, that no matter the distance, no matter the years, the connection you had was real.

You had finally found your way to each other.

[jpnriikicore]

── oh, my good looking boy

paring paul aron x fem!reader, word count 596, genre fluff, ( masterlist )

the morning sun peeked through the sheer curtains casting an angelic haze in your shared hotel room. the mishaps of forgetting that the balcony door is open letting the curtains dance in the light breeze. children’s laughter as they kick around a ball in a fun-hearted game just across the street.

hair sprawled across the pillowcase. your elbow digging into the plush mattress underneath you propping yourself up. you took the chance to admire your boyfriend something that you don’t get the chance to do often. normally, either you're rushing or he’s rushing not getting a mellow moment. even at times, the other side of the bed is empty and cold when you don’t share hotel rooms or he doesn’t sneak into your hotel room late at night. usually, in the paddock, it’s fleeting glances and very minimal grazes. by this point, you’ve memorized every single part of his features even with the short amount of time that you have to do so.

he lays on his back with his arms underneath his pillow. his blond hair unruly and disheveled. he gained the new nickname "blondie" after a few dates and refuses to reference him as another thing else. your nail lightly grazing on his skin connecting the light freckles that scattered across his back.

you raised your body sitting on the edge of the bed. your fingers fiddling with the buttons to slowly unbutton his shirt that you wore to bed last night to discard to take a shower and get ready for your spontaneous plans.

behind you, the blond shifts underneath the sheets. a frown appears on his lips as he feels disappointed that you're not cuddled up right beside him. normally, when he wakes up your pressed right against him almost entirely on top of him even though you’ve fallen asleep on your respectful side on the bed. his eyes fluttered open attempting to adjust to the sunlight beaming in. though he couldn’t see your face. he is only visible to your unruly hair and his oversized shirt slipping off your shoulders he found you incredibly pretty.

his gaze held so much love and fondness that it would terrify someone who wasn’t sure that he was the one but to you. you knew he was one when they first met eight years ago whilst karting around italy that he was the one that you wanted to marry. now, you never put any thought into your perfect wedding until the first time you saw him smile with sun-kissed skin and rosy cheeks.

you aren’t fond of the tan lines on your arms and thighs, but he was. you got offered a solution by him yesterday morning of just basking in the sun naked on the balcony, but you talked yourself out of that. you always sweet-talked yourself out of situations. you were particularly good at that and though it was quite annoying at times. it’s a quality that he loves.

oh, how he missed so dearly how your freckles adorned your sun-kissed skin that scattered across your slight reddened cheeks due to spending time on the boat more recently during his short period of a break. he missed adoring them in the colder months.

he lifted on his elbow gently moving your hair to the side to press a kiss on the back of your neck which was already littered with love marks from last night's activities that you had a slim chance of actually covering. he pulled you back into his warm arms and underneath the sheets once again.

© JPNRIIKICORE, 2024

[lechrts]

What Are We. ✷ Paul Aron

Pairing: Paul Aron x Friend!reader

Summary: When all signs start to point that maybe you guys are more than friends.

Word Count: 2.1k

Vera’a Voice! Free time for me!!!! Which means I get to write and get down and dirty and grind. (Write.) this blurb is for my bbg Ellis. Hai. Suhhhhh. ok now adding this bit but I already wrote everything so its too late but im giggling bc I just searched and learned estonia is not that much of a warm beachy country oops. Ok Bye. my b. OH WELL.

The long-awaited summer break was something you had looked forward to since the season began. Climbing the ladder as a media intern in motorsports had been tough, but landing your big break in Formula 2 made every late night and early morning worth it.

It was one step closer to your ultimate dream.

Sure, it had been thrilling, but also more stressful than you’d ever imagined. Capturing the perfect shot, fumbling with your camera settings at the worst moments, and racing against deadlines—it was far from easy.

But despite the challenges, you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Being young and working as an intern came with its own unique perks too—like getting to know some of the drivers on a personal level.

Not even a year ago would you have ever thought you’d be on a little friend vacation to Estonia with people like Paul Aron or Dino Beganovic and a couple other beloved interns that you had the pleasure of meeting.

And if you told yourself seven months ago you’d be in this scenario, you’d actually laugh.

Paul had been thoughtful enough to organize this entire trip, excited to share the beauty of his homeland with everyone.

Even after traveling halfway across the globe for this sport, Estonia easily ranked as one of the most stunning places you’d ever seen.

It was day two of this unforgettable getaway, and the late afternoon was approaching fast. The group had spent the day soaking up the sun at the beach, swimming in the crystal-clear water, and enjoying the luxurious villa you’d all pitched in to rent for the week.

But now, it was time for something even more special—Paul was finally taking you all to see his true home, where his mother had prepared a dinner that promised to be just as warm and inviting as the country itself.

Dinner in Paul’s family home was as cozy and picturesque as you’d expected. His mom had gone all out, setting the table with traditional Estonian dishes that filled the room with delicious aromas. Paul was effortlessly charming, introducing everyone to his siblings, Anna and Ralf, and making sure no one felt out of place.

You’d always known Paul had this way of making people feel special—it was part of his personality, the charm that came so naturally to him. To you, he’d always just been Paul. Sure, he was flirty sometimes, but that was just who he was, right? Nothing more.

Or so you thought.

The meal was going smoothly until Anna, his sister, casually leaned across the table and asked, “So, how long have you two been together?”

The entire table froze for half a second before erupting into giggles and suppressed laughter.

Your fork clattered against your plate as you nearly choked. “What?” you sputtered, eyes darting to Paul for backup. “We’re not—no, no. We’re not together.”

Anna blinked at you innocently. “Really? You sure? Because I would've thought—”

Ralf snickered, adding fuel to the fire. “Yeah, the way you two act—it’s like, I don’t know, kind of obvious?”

Your face burned, and you glanced at Paul, who had leaned back in his chair with a faint smirk, clearly enjoying your flustered state. He wasn’t rushing to clear anything up either.

What an idiot.

Before you could stammer out another denial, Paul’s mother chimed in, her voice light but curious. “Paul, you never told me you had a girlfriend?"

Your jaw dropped. “I’m not his—”

Paul cut in smoothly, though his eyes sparkled with mischief. “Ema,” he said, addressing his mother, “Don't worry, I would've told you.”

The laughter at the table got even louder. Dino, seated to your right, practically doubled over as he tried (and failed) to keep his drink from spilling. One of the others whispered something that sent him into another fit of giggles.

“Sorry, but this is too good,” Dino said, wiping at his eyes. “You should see your face right now.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands for a moment, your cheeks blazing. “We’re just friends!” You insisted again, though the way everyone at the table was grinning made it clear no one believed you.

Paul leaned forward slightly, resting his chin on his hand as he looked at you, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Relax,” He said, his voice low and teasing. “You’re making this way more awkward than it needs to be.”

“You’re enjoying this,” You quietly gritted through your teeth back, side-eyeing him.

He shrugged, completely unbothered as he whispered. “A little.”

The laughter slowly died down, but the tension lingered. You tried to focus on your plate, but it was impossible to ignore the flutter in your chest or the way Paul kept sneaking amused glances at you.

It was just Paul, you told yourself. The same Paul who flirted with everyone, who loved teasing you, who couldn’t possibly mean anything by it. But tonight, under the warm glow of the dining room lights, surrounded by his family and friends, the line between teasing and something more felt blurrier than ever.

And the way he winked at you before taking another bite of his food only made that flutter worse.

Soon, the evening had settled in beautifully, the Estonian coastline bathed in hues of amber and violet as the last traces of sunlight dipped below the horizon.

After dinner, the group returned to the villa, laughter and chatter filling the spacious living room as everyone settled into their version of post-dinner relaxation. Dino had taken to challenging the others in a card game, while the rest debated over who would make the best DJ for the night.

You had excused yourself after a while, craving a quiet moment away from the lively energy. The villa's balcony called to you, with its perfect view of the shore and the gentle sound of waves rolling against the sand. The cool evening air kissed your skin as you leaned against the railing, letting the salty breeze fill your lungs. The horizon stretched endlessly, the water shimmering under the soft glow of the moon.

For a while, you simply let yourself get lost in the serenity of the moment, your thoughts wandering back to the chaos of dinner. The teasing, the tension, the way Paul’s gaze had lingered on you just a little too long. You shook your head, trying to brush it off as nothing more than his usual antics.

It was just Paul.

Or was it?

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t hear the door to the balcony slide open until Paul’s voice broke through the quiet.

"Got room for one more?"

You glanced over your shoulder to see him step closer, joining you anyways, his familiar smirk in place. He leaned against the railing beside you, his arm brushing lightly against yours. The touch was subtle, barely there, but it sent a small jolt through you nonetheless.

"You okay?" He asked.

“Just needed a little air.” You glanced at him, half-expecting him to move away, but he didn’t. If anything, he leaned closer, his gaze fixed on the horizon, as if he didn’t notice—or maybe he did.

For a while, the two of you stood in silence, the only sound the distant waves and the occasional rustle of the breeze. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it wasn’t exactly easy, either. The day’s events had left too much unsaid.

Finally, Paul broke the silence. “You know,” he began, his tone a little hesitant, “I almost planned this trip just for the two of us.”

You turned to him, surprised. “What?”

He gave you a small, self-conscious smile. “Yeah. I wanted it to be just us. I thought it’d be nice to show you where I’m from, spend some time together without… racing being in the way.” He let out a quiet laugh.

“But Dino found out, and he wouldn’t let it happen. Said it’d be too obvious, especially since we aren't, you know…”

“Together?,” You finished, your voice barely above a whisper.

Paul nodded, his gaze fixed on the shoreline. “Yeah. And I couldn’t really argue with him.. he said I could've scared you off.”

Your heart was racing now, the implications of his words sinking in. He’d wanted this trip to be just the two of you? You hadn’t even realized he’d thought about you like that.

“You actually planned this for us?” You asked, your voice soft.

He shrugged, his smile a little shy. “I wanted to show you something important to me. I thought maybe it’d mean something more.” He paused, then added with a teasing edge, “But I guess I didn’t do a great job of getting my point across.”

You blinked, the memories of all the lingering glances, the playful teasing, the way he always seemed to find a reason to be near you during race weekends were suddenly flooding your mind.

You’d brushed it off every time, chalking it up to Paul just being Paul.

But now…

“I guess.. I didn’t realize,” You admitted quietly.

Paul chuckled, his arm brushing yours again as he leaned a little closer. “Yeah, I got that impression. You’re not exactly the most perceptive when it comes to certain things.”

You shot him a half-hearted glare, but the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you. “Oh, come on!" You nudged your arm against his, now even closer than ever.

"Okay, maybe I’m a little oblivious. But in my defense, you flirt with everyone. How was I supposed to know you’re serious?”

He tilted his head, his expression softening. “I do flirt a lot. But not like this—not with you.” His voice dropped slightly, the sincerity in his tone making your chest tighten.

“You’re different.”

The words hung in the air between you, heavy and undeniable. You swallowed hard, your thoughts a jumbled mess of confusion and something that felt dangerously close to hope.

Paul shifted, turning to face you fully now. “Look, I’m just going to say it." He laugh, probably feeling embarrassed it's taken this long to properly ask you.

"I’ve been trying to make it obvious that I’m interested in you, but maybe I’ve been going about it the wrong way.” He let out a breath, his lips quirking into a now nervous smile. “So… what are we? Because I know what I want us to be. I’ve known for a while now. And it sucked having to deny to my family that you're my girlfriend.” He paused.

"And you have no idea how badly I wanted it to be true." He laughed softly again, shaking his head.

“I want this—us—to be something more. I’ve been dropping hints for months, and either you’re really good at ignoring them, or I’m terrible at this.”

Your cheeks flushed, and you glanced down, suddenly hyper-aware of how close he was and how genuine he was.

“I just… I didn’t think you've ever been serious,” You admitted.

“Well, I am,” He said simply, his voice steady now. “And I don’t want to dance around it anymore. Let me take you on a proper date. Just us. No Dino, no friends, no interruptions.”

You looked at him, your heart pounding in your chest. The way he was looking at you—open, vulnerable, and completely earnest—made it impossible to say anything but yes.

“Okay,” You said softly, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I’d like that.”

Paul’s grin widened, and he let out a breath of relief, his hand brushing against yours briefly before he pulled back. “Good. Because I’ve been wanting to ask you for a while now.”

As the waves crashed softly in the distance, the two of you leaned against the railing once more, shoulders touching. This time, the spark between you wasn’t just a fleeting moment. It was a promise of something new, something real—and you couldn’t wait to see where it would lead.

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[giuseppe-yuki]

I’m just imagining Paul’s girlfriend getting all the bird and woodland animal shifter girlfriends such as Georges deer shifter band together and won’t leave Paul Aron alone to make it look like a Disney princess and everyone teasing him about it.

that would actually be so funny! the whole gang would be there.

picture credits from pinterest :)

“…and then, ollie turns to me and calls me a ‘disney princess!’” paul exclaims, brushing a lock of blonde hair away from his eyes. “can you believe that?”

he scoffs, and adjusts his seat at the little table you both were sitting at. it coincidentally makes a ray of sunshine light up his golden curls, which did not help his argument of not looking like a disney princess.

you act surprised at his statement, as if you weren't the person that literally hinted at the resemblance to ollie. “what? you? a disney princess? that’s a silly thing to say!”

he opens his mouth to respond, but a trickle of vip fans stroll past your little seating area in the paddock, and frantically greet him. a little wave and polite smile from him sends them in a frenzy.

“paul! paul!” they shout, waving a poster. “can you please sign this?”

like the kind-hearted person he is, your boyfriend clears the table of some of his plates from lunch in order to sign the poster. however, his shy smile automatically turns into a frown when he sees the contents of the poster.

“what. is. this.” he says unamusedly, waving the sharpie above the sparkly words that announce him as ‘princess paul.’

you immediately cover your mouth, trying to stifle the giggle that threatens to come out.

the teenage girl who was carrying the sign beams at paul. “well, everyone always sees you in the paddock with a little songbird flitting above your head! ollie has stated in several interviews that it makes you look like a princess.”

“i’m going literally going to kill ollie ,” your boyfriend mutters. uncapping the marker, he hesitantly scribbles his signature on the very corner of glittery poster before sending the fans on their way.

later in the day, you decide it is the perfect time to enact your silly little plan.

it starts with george's girlfriend, who you easily convinced to prance behind paul as he walks through the paddock. your boyfriend surprisingly doesn't notice, too busy signing merch and signature books of awestruck fans. with his shy blushing cheeks, you think he is just like snow white in the forest scene with a deer by his side.

next is daniel ricciardo's girlfriend, who scrambles out of the vcarb hospitality as soon as she sees your signal. she treads carefully one step behind paul's feet, which earns a curious glance from your boyfriend. he continues to amble through the paddock, his hand in yours. although he looks nothing like pocahontas, you think he matches her personality pretty well, both being kind and headstrong.

when alex's girlfriend starts fluttering above his head, paul realizes something is going on. he glances behind him quickly, only to find the deer, raccoon, and bird following him. scrunching his eyebrows in confusion, he shoots you a glance, which you follow up by shrugging innocently. paul marks it as coincidence, and proceeds to wave to zak o'sullivan from across the paddock. alex's girlfriend purposely flies in a circle above his head, which you think makes him look like aurora with his blond curls.

zhou's girlfriend propels herself from her surprised boyfriend's arms after you beckon her forward next, waddling in place next to danny's girlfriend. by this time, paul notices the absolute swarm of animals behind him, as do the fans. the little teacup pig's presence reminds you of pua from moana, which only helped your argument of paul looking like a disney princess.

paul yanks his hand out of yours, and comes to a stop in the middle of the paddock, arms crossed and pouting. "what is going on? why the hell are they-" he gestures vaguely at the animals sitting patiently next to him, waiting for him to start walking again- "following me?"

"i don't know!" you exclaim innocently. "that is so weird!"

before paul can question you further, alex's girlfriend perches herself on paul's outstretched hand and tweets a little tune.

right on time, dino strolls by, and shoots finger guns at a distraught-looking paul. "hey hey, aron! so this is what ollie meant by you being a literal disney princess! look at that crowd of animals behind you!" he laughs at paul trying to shoo the cockatiel aside before skipping away.

covering his reddening face in embarrassment, he tries to sprint off. but, he bumps into kimi's girlfriend, who wags her long tail in amusement and flashes her glimmering fangs. paul whips around, finding you giggling in front of crowd of fans who had their phones out. there was no doubt that he was already trending on twitter under the hashtag #princesspaul. "what the hell-" he cries to you, exasperated. "is this a set-up? are you trying to make me look like jasmine with kimi's gir- i uh mean, tiger or something?"

as if the tiger wasn't enough, ollie shows up with his girlfriend in tow. he sets the bear cub at an annoyed-looking paul's feet, laughing at the sight in front of him.

"oh yeah, totally. just put her there, that's great." your boyfriend quips sarcastically. "let me guess, merida?"

paul groans as he sees yet another picture of himself surrounded by disney princess animals in the paddock on instagram. he flips his screen to you, who is laying lazily on the hotel bed beside him, combing your fingers through his curls.

"yet another one," he sighs, tapping through the chain of comments beneath the post that was just variations of 'princess paul'. he glances up at you, a pecks a kiss on your cheek. "this is why i love you way more than ollie- you'd never do this to me."

his smile falters when you respond with a guilty grin.

pushing away from you, he sits up on the bed to get a better look at your face. "wait- you'd never do that to me, right?"

a little blurb as part of my spinoff shapeshifter!reader series :)