IN A GALAXY FAR, FAR AWAY (ONGOING)

flowers and rain –mick schumacher.

short story i wrote a while ago <3

pov: you and mick took a break, but he shows up on your birthday to talk to you.

you hear a knock on your door. "did you guys order anything?", you ask your friends while you walk to the door. you open it and your heart starts jumping on your chest as you lock eyes with the last person you thought would be standing outside of your apartment. mick gives you a shy smile, holding on for dear life on the flowers he bought for you.

"happy birthday, sunshine", he says, and you can't help but want to wrap your arms around him and never let him go. all the emotions you have been pushing away for the past 4 months come at you like a wave, drowning you. your eyes water and you give in, closing the distance between the two of you. you wrap your arms around his neck and hug him, closing your eyes, allowing yourself one moment of selfishness. you feel his arms quickly wrap around your waist and you inhale his minty scent, one that you never seem to get enough from.

"thank you, micky", you whisper against his ear. god you've missed him. the hug ends as you both separate from each other, although the minute that is over you are already missing the feeling of his body close to yours. you need to pull yourself together as he gives you the flowers. of course they have to be lilies, mick never forgets how much you love them. you accept them and you extend your arm and signal him to come inside. he does and you close the door, but he quickly stops and turns to look at you.

"i'm sorry i'm here this late", he says. "i just- really needed to see you, and wish you a happy birthday".

"it's fine, we stayed up chatting and all", you say. "mom and the girls came and we had a little party here".

speaking of them, angi calls out to you from your room. "y/n who is it? hurry up or we are gonna eat all the ice cream".

"i'm coming!", you yell at her.

"if you don't mind, i'd really like to talk to you", mick glances at the door and then at you again, feeling nervous. "but if you're busy i'll just-"

"no, don't go", you blurt, hating how needy you sound. but you cant stand the idea of him going away again. you are familiar with the pain that causes. "let me go tell them you're here and we can go to the rooftop and talk privately". you search for a vase to put the flowers on before going to your room. you open the door and put your hand on your mouth, still processing the fact that the boy you love is right outside waiting to talk to you.

your friends all give you confused looks.

"what's wrong? who was it?", mom asks you.

"mick is outside. he brought me flowers. and told me he needed to see me. and talk to me. and oh wish me a happy birthday like he doesn’t know that the best present i could receive is him standing outside of my door", you tell them as you simultaneously see them all open their mouths to form a perfect "o". "so i'm gonna leave you here, and i'm gonna go outside to talk to him, so behave", you say and you don't give them a chance to say anything as you slip away from the room and come back to mick. you both leave the apartment and take the stairs to the rooftop in silence.

what does he want to talk to you about? has he missed you like you've missed him? does he also want to get together because he finds that the world without you does not seem as colorful as it was before? is he gonna tell you he met somebody else and your break is more than over? thousand of questions swirl in your mind. you get to the rooftop and you take the both of you to the pair of chairs that are always in here but he shakes his head, as you hear thunder from afar.

"i would rather not sit. since i've been sitting during most of my trip", he says, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. he always does that when he's nervous.

you let out a sigh and decide to get this over with and finally know what's going on. "why are you here?"

"you know i've never been able to lie to you, even if i were, it would never be possible for me to hide how much i miss you. because i do, y/n, so fucking much", his blue eyes look sincere, and you feel the sudden need to cry. because it is obvious the break has affected you both the same way. "i understand why we decided to take a break, and it honestly seemed like the right call at the time, but it clearly wasn't. not when i can't seem to stop longing for you at every moment of the day. so i am here now, willing to put my heart out for you but most importantly willing to listen how you feel. and finally end this doubt that eats me alive every day.", his hands grip mine as he gives me a sweet look. "do you miss me too?"

"of course i do, micky. and this break has caused more pain than good. i know we were not in the best position when we decided to part ways for some time, but it was nothing compared to the hollow feeling that is not having you with me." you feel the first drops of rain on your skin, you let go of his hands and take your hands to cup his cheeks. "i love you, mick schumacher, and not even a hundred breaks could make that go away".

rain starts falling from the sky as he closes the gap between the two of you. he kisses you with a burning passion, trying to show you just how much he has thought about this moment. your hands go to his hair and his hands grip your hips. the rain keeps coming down on you. not all the words in the world could describe the kiss, and all the magic it came with it. you break the kiss breathless, and you can't help but to smile at the beautiful boy in front of you, with his red lips and his hair soaking wet.

"this kiss? and under the rain?", you murmur against his lips. "best birthday present i could ever receive". he laughs as you hug him, your head resting on his chest, and his head resting above yours.

"i love you. promise me you will never forget that." he says, closing his eyes.

"i promise", you vow, thinking you couldn't be more in love with him.

brother's best friend / julián álvarez

request: julián revealing his relationship on insta with a family member of the argentina nt (personally, the idea of him getting with enzo’s sister makes me laugh at potential dynamics- because they’re so close and all)

summary: being enzo's little sister, you can bet he loves to embarrass you. what happens when the tables turn around, and the joke is on him?

pairing: julián álvarez x fernández!reader

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gimme, gimme, gimme —pierre gasly.

this one is for @goldxnweathxr 🧡

summary: one shot where y/n doesn't know who pierre is and they meet one night in greece during the summer break.

"bitch you better get ready we leave in two hours", val shaked my shoulders and got up to start doing her hair.

"look i love you guys and i now we swore to party the shit out of ourselves but we went out yesterday, and the day before, AND the day before. i'm exhausted", i said turning on the bed and lying face to face with the hard mattress.

it was not a comfortable bed but we didn't want to spend much money on a fancy greek hotel, so we found this house that rented rooms for a very little price and we didn't hesitate. it wasn't like we spent a lot of the time on the bed or even in the room since we spent most of the time visiting greece and partying. very much to say the least.

"ivan said this is the best party of the season, y/n. i swear if you don't wanna go out after tonight i'll even stay with you, but you gotta come with us", i heard angi's voice coming from the bathroom where she was taking a shower.

"my social battery ran out i swear", i whined.

"well nothing a few beers won't recharge", said val. "c'mon you'll get to wear that beautiful dress you bought the day we arrived. this is the perfect occasion."

"YES PLEASE YOU LOOK SO HOT IN THAT DRESS", angi screamed and i started laughing because god i don't know what i would do without these two freaks.

i turned and faced the ceiling. what was one more night of alcohol and dancing? i could do it. i wasn't gonna pretend like this was not the main reason we came to greece. i knew what i had signed up for. yes the sights were amazing but the parties were awesome.

so i pulled myself together. "fine, but you guys will pay for my drinks tonight, i don't care."

"don't be delusional", val and angi said at the same time and we all burst out laughing.

"well you idiots are forcing me to go, i want something in return", i got up and went to my suitcase to find the dark blue dress i was gonna wear.

"shut up and start getting ready, i want to do your makeup", val said and she clapped her hands, excited. how could i say no to that?

tonight will be a night to remember. i convinced myself and then i told angi to hurry so i could shower.

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we met up with ivan and his friends at his house that was two blocks down the street from where we were staying. ivan was our very much appreciated greek friend that had showed us around and got us into every party there was. we loved ivan, he was an angel.

"you ladies look gorgeous tonight", he greeted us. "especially you", he murmured to angi as he gave her a peck on the lips. oh summer love. the truth was the moment these two had laid eyes on each other there was no way to separate them. "we better get going then, tonight is gonna be crowded."

and boy he was not lying. the big party was at a private mansion and there were people everywhere. this seemed like a fancy rich private party and i had no idea how ivan got us in, but i was very glad i was wearing this fine dress.

the music was loud, and there was a heated atmosphere that surrounded the crowded mansion. ivan and his friends went to get us drinks as my friends dragged me to the dance with them.

we were laughing and dancing, having a pretty good time but i needed to pee. badly. but i also had no clue where the bathroom was so i quickly told my friends i'd be back in 5 and went to search for the bathroom. i went upstairs and found a hallway with a few closed doors, since there were people chatting –and some too deep in each other's throats to be chatting– hanging out in the hallway i assumed one of the doors lead to the bathroom.

i tried the first one on my right but it was locked so i got to the next one a few steps away and went the knob turned i opened the door. sadly what i encountered was not the bathroom but to random people having sex. i left out a gasp as i quickly walked backwards and slammed the door shut. but while i was trying to erase the image of what i had just witnessed i felt icy cold liquid pouring down my shoulder and getting my dress partially wet. i turned around to find a guy –a very hot guy– with wide eyes looking simultaneously at me and my wet dress.

"sorry love, but you gotta be more careful", he said. he spilled his drink over me and i gotta be more careful?

"yeah it's funny the fact that YOUR drink is all over me but I'm the one who has to be more careful huh", i shot back.

he had the nerve to laugh. at my face. "yes very funny how you got on my way while you were walking backwards and made me spill my drink", he said his eyes glistened with amusement. "my drink which i was very much enjoying i must say."

"you know what? never mind. i still have to find the bathroom", i quickly said looking one last time at his beautiful blue eyes as i went to the other door. my hand touched the knob when i heard his voice again.

"unless you want to see something your pretty eyes might regret later," yeah too late for that. " don't open that door. bathroom's on the last door on your left."

i didn't say thank you and i didn't even look at him as i went to the door he said and found myself entering a very luxurious bathroom. "well it's not that bad", i murmured to myself, watching my reflection on the mirror. yes one side of my dress, where the drink had gotten, was wet but i figured it would dry soon enough. so i quickly peed and came back to my friends, who somehow had gotten on a table and were dancing their asses off. val yelled at me to come join them but i said no, wanting to get a drink first but as i was about to leave i heard the song that started playing and i freezed. i turned to look at my friends to find them freezed as well. this has to be a dream. the song blasting through the speakers was "gimme, gimme, gimme" by abba and i wasted no time to get on the table with my friends, laughing and singing the lyrics to our favorite abba song.

i looked around, trying to spot ivan to ask him to take a video of us but to my surprise the guy my eyes landed upon was mr. icy cold drink. we locked eyes and he smirked, waving a hand at me. i shaked my head and turned to my friends, dancing as the song ended. my two best friends wrapped their arms over me and we all hugged, laughing.

"this has to be the best thing we've done here", angi said.

the three of us got off the table and spotted ivan coming towards us. he quickly took angi by the waist and started dancing with her, and me and val went to find someone to dance with. the music was loud, and i was moving my hips to the beat when i felt a pair of hands on my hips and someone sincronizing their hips to mine, dancing to the song. my back was pressed into someone's chest and i turned my face to see who it was, i found a familiar face and i couldn't avoid the laugh i let out.

"i can't escape you, can i?", i said turning to face mr. icy cold drink. still moving to the sound of the music i put my hands on his chest and i took a moment to properly look at him. why is he following me around? and how is he so fucking hot? his blue eyes locked in mine and he casually bit his lower lip as he moved my hands from his chest and placed them around his neck.

he smiled. "i kinda feel bad about the dress."

"you will have to make up for it then", i raised my eyebrows. truth was? i was starting to forget about the dress incident. this man was so handsome i couldn't seem to take my eyes off of him, and yes he had acted like a prick upstairs but now that i had those perfectly shaped lips so close to me, i couldn't get away. call me weak.

"deal", he didn't even hesitate. he gripped my hips and got closer. we moved in perfect sync. and danced, and danced, for what it felt like forever and not enough at the same time. song after song our connection only seemed to get better, the tension building between us like a freaking lego set. i didn't want to make it easy though, because then where was all the fun?

he was mere inches from my face as he got closer and when our lips briefly touched i turned and pressed my back against his chest. moving my hair to one side exposing my neck, i turned my face to see him. i felt his hot breath on my neck, and he started to leave kisses on the exposed area.

"this is the game you're going to play huh?", he whispered in my ear, and i started to notice a bit of an accent in his voice. he quickly grabbed me and turned me to face him, he pressed his hands on my lower back and as we were dancing, his mouth started to explore my neck. i closed my eyes while he left wet kisses on my neck, and then he slowly reached my jaw and kissed it, going up and up he stopped very closed to my lips. one of my hands went up to his hair and when i thought he was going to join our lips together he swiftly placed his mouth next to my ear. "wanna get out of here?", he asked.

now it was my turn to murmur on his ear, "i don't even know your name."

"i'm pierre. pierre gasly" french. that explains the accent. "what about you?"

"i'm y/n y/ln", i replied.

"well then, y/n. wanna get out of here?", he smirked, and when i nodded he took my hand in his and lead us out of the party.

.

"here's where i've been staying for the past weeks", he said.

pierre was staying at a beach house, a very fancy one. he parked his car and we got off the car. i quickly sent a text to the groupchat saying that i was fine, and that i went out with a hot french boy so my friends wouldn't worry later. he opened the door and took my hand to guide me through the house.

"so you don't live here huh", i said, admiring the beautiful house.

"it's a nice place to live, but no, unfortunately. i'm only here for my summer break vacations", pierre said and took us to the pool area.

"what do you do for a living?", i asked genuinely curious. maybe his family has a big business, he definitely makes a lot of money.

"i'm a chauffeur", he said, smiling wide with amusement. he's probably a playboy that's why he wont tell me what he does for a living. all right, i can play this game.

"oh then i should hire you, i suppose...if you're free. you know you can't tell this to anybody but i'm actually a princess and i very much need a chauffeur to drive me around", i leaned into him in secrecy, playing along with this charade.

he took his time looking at my lips, driving me insane, and then his eyes came back to mine. "i'm at your service whenever you need a ride", he winked at me.

the pool was huge and illuminated. i felt so alive tonight, like he woke up something fearless in me. i dropped his hand and took my heels off then jumped into the pool without overthinking it, surprised to feel the not-at-all cold water. i looked up from the pool to where he stood and i smiled at pierre, "don't leave me all alone here, gasly."

he shaked his head, smiling and he started to unbutton his shirt. i wasn't trying to hide my gaze on him. every inch of him was muscle, his well trained body looked as if an old sculpturor had carved him delicately. he was insanely beautiful, every little detail about him. ok stop drooling, you fool. he took his shoes off and joined me at the pool at once.

"you know..", he said, wrapping his strong arms around my waist, "this dress is now too wet."

"a shame, truly", i said, intoxicated by his voice, and i put my hands around his neck.

"so, i believe we should get rid of it", as soon as those words left his lips, the world seemed to stop. and then his hands moved delicately to the zip on my back, his fingers lingered there and his eyes searched mine for confirmation.

"i believe so too", our noses touching he slowly unzipped my dress and then undressed me in the pool, leaving me only wearing my panties. i almost shook when i felt his big hands roaming on my back, wanting to touch every part of me.

i wrapped my legs around him, and just in queue he joined our lips together. the kiss started as a sparkle, he was surprisingly sweet and gentle, my hands lost in his hair, one of them went to the base of his neck, and that was the moment the kiss turned into a fucking firework. i opened my mouth letting his tongue in. we kissed each other like we were the last two people on earth, and we couldn’t have enough of one another. he bit my lower lip, as one of his hands went down to grab my ass, and by doing so i was even more pressed to him, and i could feel how hard he was.

"there's no way i'm fucking you in a pool", he murmured against my lips and i felt him adjust his hands, one on my ass and one on my back, i smiled against his lips and held on tight to him as he took us both out of the pool. i started to kiss his jaw, dropping slowly to his neck, while he took us to the room. i could feel his grip on my ass tightened when i kissed his neck, softly biting and then easing it off with my tongue. i heard a door opening and next thing i knew, he was kissing me again, his lips like a drug, only making me want more and more.

he gently put me down, my back hitting a soft mattress, his lips dropped to my collarbone, and then went lower. one of his hands grabbed my breast and his mouth went to the other, taking my nipple into his mouth, stealing soft moans from me, as he bit it and then swirled his tongue around it. then his mouth went lower, past my navel and stopped at my inner thigh. his hands carelessly touching my thighs grabbed the elastic of my underwear and pulled it down slowly, my core throbbed in anticipation, but just when one of his hands touched my entrance, i took his hand and stopped him, gathering every bit of control i had left.

"you're still wearing clothes", i looked at him, raising an eyebrow.

"that won't be a problem for long, then", he replied, and then stood, looking at me with hunger in his eyes.

"let me do the honors", i said and before i lost the impulse and i got on my knees and my hands traveled to the button of his pants. after they were unbuttoned he quickly took them off, and then my hands couldn't avoid to go to his firm abdomen to touch him before sliding my fingers into the elastic band of his boxers and setting his dick free. he catched my intentions and before i could grab him he put my hand away and softly pushed me back on the bed, he bent over and kissed me again.

"in bed we play my game, princess", he murmured against my lips.

.

3 days had passed since that crazy night. the day after it we spend it together at his house and then he dropped me off at my not-so-fancy room. not that he cared though, i smiled remembering us in the small room that was luckily empty, my friends being outside visiting some place with ivan.

"this mattress is so fucking uncomfortable i feel like we're laying on the ground", he had murmured against my lips. i couldn't repress my smile.

"suck it up, fancy boy", i had said, kissing him fiercely, soaking up every moment with him because i knew whatever this was would end soon, and a part of me didn't want to accept it.

after we slept together in my room, we said goodbye. pierre explained to me that he had a busy week at work so he had to leave the island, so we parted ways, him going to god knows where and me staying with my friends for a few more days in greece.

val, angi and me were laying all together in our bed watching an old movie when someone knocked on the door. i got up to open it, thinking it would probably be ivan, but to my surprise it was the kind lady who had rented us the room and was in change of everything.

"hello", she said smiling at me."this package was dropped off for y/n."

confusion filled me. i thanked her and took the small white box and looked ay my friends with furrowed eyebrows. i put the box on the bed and the three of us just stared at it for a moment. after snapping back to reality i sat on the bed and opened it. the first thing i saw was a handwritten note i took it and read it out loud, my heart beating faster and faster with every word.

"you seriously didn't belive i was a chauffeur right? see you on friday, princess. text me when you get here", i looked up from the note to my friends, processing the words written on the piece of paper. "pierre."

he had left his phone number after his name. my eyes darted to the insight of the box to see a single silver shining paddock pass. i looked at my friends again, shocked. val was the first one to break the silence.

"so are we gonna pretend we know what a paddock pass is?"

angi took his phone and quickly googled it, a gasp coming out of his mouth. "holy shit", she said, smiling wide. "it's a formula 1 pass, like the most vip shit there is."

i was still processing the fact that he had came back to me, sent this pass for me to go see him. but now it all hit me at once, a quiet laugh that then turned into a loud one escaped my lips. oh my god i slept with a fucking formula 1 driver.

2015 - 1996

DAY 124 OF MISSING SEB <3

no more mister shy guy.

OP x fem!reader

in which you can’t work out why he just won’t sleep with you

i am neither normal, nor am i hinged! i hope you guys get the vision, i literally wrote this last night possessed by some feral urge bc i just love oscar sm and i’ve been needing to write for him sooo baaad. enjoy! pls lemme know what you think <3

songs to set the vibes: delicate by taylor swift, good looking by suki waterhouse, my kind of woman by max demarco, feeling myself by wolf alice

warnings: 18+!! minors dni!! smut, pwp but also there is some plot? overstimulation, crying in a hot way, choking, unprotected sex (L bozo don’t do that!) the most minor moment of angst, fluff

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you watch him make coffee, daydreaming, balancing your heavy head on your hand. you study him while your free hand taps against the kitchen counter, nails drumming a random beat. sunlight streams through a gap in the curtains, framing him golden. you don’t think he knows how pretty he is.

oscar is oblivious to the way your mind is ticking behind him, twisting the cap on the carton of oat-milk. you hear the plastic fall onto the counter and your tongue wets your lower lip as he reaches up into the cupboard, his back flexing beneath his shirt as he finds your favourite mug. you realise then how swollen your lip is, snapped out of the trance he had you in, the one that had you biting your lip so hard, completely mindlessly.

he’s bulked up over the winter break, filled out a lot over the course of his rookie season. he’s no longer the scrawny, anxious guy you’d met at your fathers work event a year ago, he’s broader, thicker in your hands, utterly delicious. as much as you like the way he looks, you like his mind a whole lot more. if only you knew what was going on inside it.

oscar is an enigma, quiet, hilariously dry, the kindest man you’d ever had the pleasure of meeting. you’ve been together since the start of the winter break, november, after awkward run ins and plenty of pining since the start of his first season. you’d travel to races with your dad, a mclaren sponsor, and run into the australian, stare at each other and pretend no one noticed. after months of teasing from lando, oscar finally got the kick up the arse that he needed and you’d said yes to dinner before he’d even finished asking the question.

it’s february now, a week til he needs to be in bahrain. the last three months had been serene, spent with a man made of sunshine, and you’re sad to see him go, as if you won’t be in the emirates a mere four days after him. you fear the way you’ll ache for him, having been inseparable since the dinner that started it all.

but then again, it can’t be worse than the way you ache for him now.

“sweetheart?” oscar is waving his hand in front of your face when you realise he’s been calling your name for a good 15 seconds, and you have, in fact, been staring. hm? you jump, staring at him bewildered. he looks amused. “you okay?” he coos, sliding the coffee across the island towards you.

“yeah, sorry, i, um, i just- why won’t you have sex with me?” you blurt, slapping your hand over your mouth as soon as you realise what you’ve just said.

oscar just blinks, mouth forming a little o, the permanent blush he seems to have increasing tenfold. you instantly feel guilty for ambushing him, but you were at the end of your tether. three months of nothing, nada, zilch. every move you made was refuted, ignored as if he was oblivious. you were ravenous for him, he’s so gorgeous! and you didn’t want to pressure him, but you were starting to feel like there was something wrong with you.

you’d wake up in bed with him wrapped around you, grinding against your ass in his sleep, and you’d revel in it, the rare times that he actually seemed to want you like that. you loved him regardless, of course you did, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t need to be… dealt with. urgently.

“i- um- what?” oscar splutters, and the bottom of his mug blinks against the granite.

“is there something wrong with me? am i not pretty enough?” you whisper, shy. “do you just not… like- do you not want to do that?” you ramble.

panic fills his face, and he’s rushing around the island, by your side in an instant. he takes your hands into his, finding your eyes. they’ve grown watery, a mixture of guilt and desperation swirling in them which makes him feel ill.

“baby, no, god no.” he rushes the words out, desperate to convince you that it wasn’t you. “you’re the most beautiful person in the entire world, prettiest girl i ever saw.” he promises. “i’m just… it’s scary.”

“oh, osc.” your face falls, and you want to throw yourself off of the balcony. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to pressure you. if it makes you feel better, i’m scared too. but i love you so much, i just want to feel even closer to you.”

“you didn’t make me feel pressured, i’m just sorry i made you feel unwanted. trust me, i want you like that. drives me insane. but i’ve never had sex before with someone that i love. not the way i love you, anyway. scared that i won’t be good enough for you.” he murmurs.

you’re hung up on the part where you drive him crazy, the part where he loves you like that, and then you remember how vulnerable he’s being, baring his entire soul to you, and you rip yourself from the fantasy.

your hands smooth over his shoulders, until you’re softly fisting a clump of hair at the nape of his neck.

“i love you. insanely. we’ll go slow.” you state. he moulds further against you, and you quickly realise it’s for leverage, because the next thing you know, you’re in his arms. he has his hands hooked under your thighs and he’s kissing you so, so deeply that you’re dizzy. you don’t realise that you’re halfway to his bedroom until he pulls away.

“i don’t wanna go slow anymore.”

oscar places you on your feet at the end of his bed, the large, plush king-sized mattress that is currently calling both of your names. your blouse gets unbuttoned first, his hands shaking in a way that makes you melt, and his lips trail over every inch of bare skin that he uncovers. when it finally falls to the floor, his pupils are blown wide, his hands palming intricate black lace. your jeans are stripped away mercilessly, his hands shaking less now, and you take it as a sign to crawl backwards onto the bed.

he stands there, watching you, apprehensive again. you can see how hard he is, how desperately strained his cock is through the light grey of his sweatpants, and so you switch tactics. your hand grazes your tummy, skimming up your abdomen until you reach a bra strap. you toy with the elastic, holding the kind of eye contact that makes him twitch, tugging it until it hangs loosely off of your shoulder.

“i need you, osc. i trust you.” you utter, soft and enticing. one finger runs under the cup of your bra, flicking over your nipple. he can just about see the hardened bud through the lace of your bra. it’s not enough, though, and every ounce of self control depletes when you whine, “want you inside of me so badly.”

the elastic band snaps and he’s on top of you, rutting between your legs like a man starved. you drag his shirt up and over his shoulder blades, moaning as you feel each and every muscle under your fingertips.

“just wanna make you feel good.” oscar rasps, rolling his hips even harder into your core.

“take these off.” you beg, pulling at the waistband of his joggers. he somehow musters the strength to pry himself off of you, just long enough to discard the uncomfortable material of his sweats, but as soon as he looks down, his plans change.

painted over the crotch of them is a shiny pool of your slick, and when his eyes flit hungrily to your core, he sees where you’ve soaked through your panties. you’re panting when you see the stain, and you just want to get him inside of you, but his priorities have changed. oscar collapses between your legs, head buried, tongue exploring.

he groans, carnal and needy, into the fabric of your underwear, laving his tongue over the lace. your eyes widen as he dives in, licking over the wet patch until he grows frustrated. you hear the tearing of the fabric, feel his big hands pawing at your thighs to spread them as wide as they’ll go. his tongue slides right inside of you and he whines. he fucking whines. the vibration nearly makes you scream. you can’t believe this is your oscar, the same oscar that had quivered with nerves a mere five minutes ago.

“oh my god.” you chant, rolling your hips against his face. you must be all over him by now, what with the way he’s sucking and slurping, obscene sounds of wetness sounding around the room. you’d be blushing a deep red if you weren’t so turned on, shaking against his bedspread which will probably need changing once he’s done with you.

you thought that maybe he was inexperienced and that was the source of his fear, but if he was, you never would have known. he was a natural in between your legs, nipping at your clit to get you even louder for him.

you cum faster than ever, and he’s mumbling something incoherent into your pussy when you do. you’re riding the high, midway through the bliss, when a thick finger slips its way inside of you. oscar realises that he can easily slide another in, and he does. he doesn’t thrust them in and out, he grinds them against your walls, and your mouth falls open as a silent scream forces it’s way out.

you cum a second time, in record time yet again, and he still doesn’t let up. he’s hitting that spot relentlessly with his fingers, keeping your clit between his swollen lips, and you’re begging him. for what, you’re not sure, but you’re whimpering his name like you’re going to die. and what a good way to go this would be.

his eyes meet yours, and he looks unhinged. that’s when you feel it. that all consuming, belly twisting rush.

“oscar!” you try to warn him, but it’s too late, and he knows it. he makes you squirt, because of course he does. the shy guy who was scared that he wouldn’t be able to please you makes you squirt.

he pulls his mouth off of you but keeps his fingers buried deep, eyes fixed on watching the way your pussy convulses.

“holy shit.” you cry. you’re staring down at him like you’ve gone insane. he’s smiling innocently.

“was that good?” he almost sounds shy and you want to kick him.

“are you… are you serious?” you rasp. oscar just shrugs. “get up here.” you reach for him and complies, slotting himself between your legs once more.

oscar resumes the rolls of his hips, and the friction of the grey fabric against your core makes your eyes roll back.

“please, oscar, fuck me.” you whine, his head falling into the crook of your neck. he bites down, leaving behind the sting of his teeth and a faint purple splotch.

“fucking love you.” he slurs, his accent thickening in a way that makes him sound that extra bit fucked out already.

“i love you.” you murmur, forcing his sweats down his legs. his boxers are wet, just like your panties were, and you can’t help but stare. oh, it’s big.

his boxers are peeled down and you can feel yourself throbbing. his cock hangs heavy, red and dripping, painfully hard. you reach for it, looking at him to make sure it’s okay to touch, and he’s rapidly nodding his head. your small hand struggles but you make it work, and his head tips back, exposing his thick neck that you want to suck purple. your hand works over him a few times, and a visible shiver running through his body makes you stop.

“you ready for me?” he asks through gritted teeth.

“please.” you gasp, locking your legs around his waist. “however you want me, ‘m yours.” you breathe.

oscar’s eyes roll back in his head, your words sending his brain blank, and then he’s pushing home, slow and deep.

“fucking hell.” he groans, guttural. you’re so tight, warm, soaking wet. he feels like the biggest idiot in the world for waiting so long for this.

“oh.” you gasp, your eyebrows knitting together. he’s so deep. “so full.” you pant.

“can you take it, sweetheart?” oscar’s lips bump your jaw. “want you to take it.” you nod profusely, desperate to hear him run his mouth even further. your eyes clench shut when you feel him move, just the tiniest bit, readjusting.

“move.” you plead. he’s staring down at you, watching every single micro movement of your face.

oscar pulls out the smallest bit and thrusts back in, nice and slow. the drag drives you feral, the weight of him on top of you makes you weak. you want to stay like this until the end of days.

“good?” he hisses, trying to keep composed. he’s finally inside of you, claiming you as his in the most intimate way of all. he tries not to think about how many times he could have had you begging under him in the last three months.

“so good, so good.” you repeat, pushing your hips up to try and meet his.

“so pretty like this for me. always so, so pretty.” he rambles. he realises that he never quite made it as far as getting your bra off, and he needs to see all of you. the cups are tugged haphazardly down, and oscar stares at your breasts like he’s never seen tits before. you hear him hum, low and greedy, and then you feel the wet drag of his tongue across your nipple.

the animalistic whine that he rips from you makes him thrust harder, upping his pace a bit. he can hear how much wetter you get when he picks up his pace, and he changes up his rhythm, pushing all the way in and dragging out again at lightning speed. your jaw goes slack and your eyes are damp.

“baby, what’s wrong?” oscar slows to a stop, and you want to scream.

“no, no, no, keep going.” you choke out, your throat constricting with a sob. “it’s so good. feel so good.” you sound drunk, all for him, and he loses his mind completely.

he taps into that athletic stamina, fucking into you with a newfound vigour that you didn’t think was humanly possible, and you feel things that you didn’t even know you could feasibly feel. you see stars behind your eyes, his face, and nothing else but bright white. calloused fingers find your clit, and you wonder fleetingly if he’s trying to kill you when he rubs messy shapes into the much too overstimulated bud. his teeth graze your nipple, and everything seems to come together perfectly.

thick tears run hot down your cheeks, only to be licked away by eager tongue. your belly tightens, aflame for him; he’s wound your body up perfectly and you’ve never in your life teetered so dangerously over the edge.

“can feel you, baby. want you to cum, okay? ‘n then i’m gonna fill you up.” oscar grunts. you clamp down on him even tighter, thanking god for oscar’s filthy fucking mouth and birth control, and then everything snaps.

you think you scream, you know that you’re sobbing, and your throat is raw when the wave hits. oscar keeps going, intensifying your pleasure, and when he finally let’s go, it’s the most beautiful fucking thing you’ve ever seen. it’s surreal, the way his neck flexes, eyes clenched tight, brown locks flopping over his sweat damped forehead. and the sounds he makes, god. he’s muttering into your ear, lewd and shameless, and a fifth orgasm nearly takes you under.

“gonna need you everyday like this, tight fucking pussy, all mine. can’t live without this now. fucking perfect.” he’s rambling, burrowing deep into you one last time. you feel his warmth spilling into you, feel his hot breath fanning your face. he licks into your awaiting mouth.

“fuck.” you giggle, breathless.

“good?” he raises an eyebrow, grinning bashfully.

“more than worth the wait.” you whisper, mustering the strength to lift your head just enough so that you can peck his lips. “you better not hold out on me ever again though.” oscar laughs at that and you feel the rumble in your flushed chest.

“you promise?” there’s the shy guy again.

“osc, honey, that was the best. ever. ever. need you to be mr sex god more often.”

“only if you behave for me.” he smirks down at you.

“there he is.” you sigh happily.

when he snakes his way back between your legs, lapping up the mess he’s made, and then some, you wonder just what you’ve unleashed.

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“People don’t become gay, bisexual, pansexual, transexual. People just fall in love with another person.”

— Calum Hood

We need no. 8 and 143 for Sebastian Vettel x reader 😍

8 - "Looks like we'll be trapped for a while,"

143 - "Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?"

SEB REQ SEB REQ SEB REQ!! Very excited about this one because I ADORE Seb and I was secretly worried no one would want to hear about him. Entirely based on Seb's flirting with anything that moves era

Also, this is my 100th post on this blog woo

Warnings: Yeah this is getting smutty. NSFW!

Prompt night info and list for requesting your own ficlet/HCs here!

Also entered an entire crisis over picking a gif because Seb is a YES for me in all of his eras

"Looks like we'll be trapped for a while," you sighed, slumping back against the elevator and sinking to the floor.

Only you could get yourself stuck in an elevator in the middle of the track stadium with Sebastian fucking Vettel. Sebastian was very calm about the whole thing. Thank god, you thought, that the race had finished and it was only post-race interviews left. If you'd held up the race you would have had to change your identity and move to Peru out of embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry," you apologised again, because it was the only thing you could think of doing. Sebastian gave you a fairly blank look from where he was examining the control panel, trying to kick start the buttons to life.

"Not your fault," it wasn't the first time he'd said that either.

"I shouldn't have jammed the buttons," you were running late. You were still new to the whole journalism thing, and if you were being honest you'd been late because you'd gotten stuck in your tech belt with a wire crossed where it definitely shouldn't and you couldn't get it undone alone. You'd rushed into the elevator and repeatedly stabbed the button for the floor you were supposed to be on in your rush. He shrugged simply, giving the blank buttons another slap.

"I don't think it's the buttons, we called for help before they died," he was right; the elevator had started moving before it had ground to a halt, and you'd been able to get through to the help desk, which was entirely unhelpful and had promised help wouldn't be able to get to you until after the interviews when security would be able to safely clear the mechanics for entry.

"In an arena full of mechanics?" Sebastian had questioned, sounding almost amused at the situation. But apparently being able to build a supercar and fix an elevator required two entirely different skillsets.

Sebastian, as it turned out, was an incredibly nice person. You'd crossed paths with him twice before, both for interviews lasting only a couple of minutes long. He'd remembered you, and the second the elevator had shuddered he was more concerned about making sure that you didn't start to panic than anything else. He gave up trying to spark some life into the button panel and sank down opposite you.

"I knew I should have brought my flask," you mumbled because not being sober in this situation sounded a whole lot better. Sebastian raised an eyebrow at you, a little smirk tugging at his lips.

"Do you normally drink before interviewing us? Are we that scary?" He was teasing you, but you could see there was a genuine interest in the way his blue eyes held yours.

"No, but a shot or two for dutch courage sometimes helps," he broke out into a toothy grin, nodding along in understanding.

"Yes well, some of these young drivers are very attractive. It must be distracting," was he teasing you?

"Not really my type," you said without thinking, your response bluntly honest. Sebastian didn't miss a trick, a gleam in his eye letting you know he was keeping hold of that piece of information.

"So you like the older guys?" There was nothing but simple curiosity in his tone, even so, you couldn't quite look him in the eye when you gave your next answer.

"Well, not total grandpas," you said. Your age you meant. More experienced, sensible, mature, but still young enough to have a sense of humour, to know how to show you a good time. You liked gentlemen. "Aren't I supposed to be interviewing you anyway?"

"Ha, please," he opened his hand in invitation and you mimed a microphone in the air, asking him a few stupid questions about the race and his performance, to which he answered with equally silly responses.

Seb, as you learnt he liked to be called by friends, was fascinating. Even his silly answers gave a little bit of himself to you. Every look he gave you was charged, every raise of his eyebrow or quirk of his lips perfectly calculated. And it was working, because you knew it wasn't just the confined space that was making the German increasingly more attractive.

An hour had passed. There was no phone service, you still couldn't get through to the help desk, and even your pocket radio wouldn't tune in. It was like you were stuck in a void. You groaned in frustration as the batteries on your radio stuttered out.

"This stupid thing," you grumbled as you pulled at the random straps and attachments in attempt to free yourself from the equipment. How Ted Kravitz was happy to walk around all day in his was beyond you. Seb was watching you struggle and slowly got to his feet, stepping closer to you.

"Hey, let me," he was very softly spoken as he stilled you.

His deft hands made short work of your belt. He carefully unplugged wires and removed clips and placed them slowly, one by one onto the floor beside you. Your mic and radio pack were the last things removed, so you thought Seb would step away but his hands were back on your waist. His hands were constantly brushing at the skin of your waist, only covered by the thin fabric of the summery dress you'd decided to wear that day. He undid the final buckle, his hands feather-light as he leant around behind you and you could feel his fingers drag across every centimetre of your skin as he finally pulled the belt off you.

Sebastian dropped the belt, but his blue eyes were fixed on yours as he rolled his bottom lip between his teeth. You weren't sure if you were breathing or not.

"Are you trying to turn me on, or are you really that oblivious?" The words rushed from you in a breathless whisper. You froze for a moment, the fear that you'd made a mistake and were about to make the next god-knows-how-long incredibly awkward. Sebastian was painfully neutral in his expression as he regarded you, but he still hadn't stepped back and the smell of his cologne was fogging your mind,

"Oh, I'm trying," how he sounded so casual, just a hint of playfulness about him. You had no idea how to respond, was he teasing you? This man was a world champion, he could do whatever he wanted. There was an edge to that, the idea of the power he held, he was almost untouchable in the paddock. And it wasn't like he was a golden boy who kept himself out of trouble, Vettel had been handed his fair share of fines over the years.

"Right," you could see his back in the mirror opposite you, he was taller than you, shoulders stretching the fabric of his own polo. You looked helpless, backed up against the wall by him. He was looking at you now, eyes a little darker, trained more on your chest than your face.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No,"

The second the word left your lips Seb stepped forward, his body pressing against yours as he pinned you against the second mirrored wall. One hand was gripping your hip, with enough pressure to hold you in place. His other hand was already tangled in your hair, pulling you towards him as he captured you in a searing kiss.

Whatever kind, sweet, gentle nature you thought Seb had when he was interviewed had completely vanished. The man in front of you was kissing you like the world was ending. There was nothing gentle about him as he caught your bottom lip between his teeth and bit down. The was nothing gentle about the way his hands were roaming and grabbing at your body as if he was trying to mould you to his shape. There was certainly nothing gentle about the way he was rolling his hips against your thigh.

"Jesus," he managed to hiss as your mouth fell off his and you started attacking his neck, careful to toe the line just before you'd leave a mark on his skin. You decided to throw caution to the wind, because how many times do you find yourself stuck in a lift with a sporting legend, let alone such a handsome one? And besides, part of you wanted to be in that special club of people who'd known him like this.

You dropped to your knees in front of him, your dress providing a perfect view of your cleavage as you made quick work of unbuttoning the shorts he was wearing.

Sebastian groaned loudly as you took him in your mouth, the feeling alone enough to go straight through you. His hand tangled through your hair again, but he let you control the rhythm as he simply watched you bob your head through the mirror. The noises he made were addictive, and hearing him cursing in German was enough to make you want to finish him off like this.

But he was calling your name and asking you to wait so you pulled back oh so slowly, earning yourself another heavy hiss as you released him.

"I have to fuck you in that dress,"

It wasn't a request. But you didn't mind, you liked being told what to do. He pushed you back against the mirror again, lifting your legs and encouraging you to wrap them around his waist. Seb wasn't particularly tall but you always forgot just how strong the drivers were. He held you like you didn't weigh a thing.

His pace was bruising, and you were actually glad you were trapped in the elevator because there was nothing you could do to stop the near-constant stream of noise slipping from you, and he was equally loud. It was almost, almost, embarrassing at how quickly you were approaching your orgasm, but when Seb, oh so confident, let go of you with one hand and slipped it between you to start toying with your clit you were done.

"Seb-" you whined, his name so natural in your mouth. He was moving at a relentless pace, the pleasure almost overwhelming.

"You can do it," he forced the words out through gritted teeth as he watched you scream, your head falling back against the glass as your hips moved forcefully with him, your walls clenching deliciously around him as wave after wave of pleasure shot through you. You felt him twitch and he bit down on your shoulder as he came with a shudder of his own.

You stayed in his arms for a second, the pair of you breathing raggedly and trying to recover when something crackled behind you making you jump. The buttons on the panel were glowing again.

"Hi, it's reception, can you guys hear me? We're sending someone up now,"

bright boy – mick schumacher.

summary: oneshot where y/n is sebastian's daughter and mick's best friend. and you and mick are in love with each other but still haven't said anything about it.

all fluff <3 this one is for @esserenorris

also i made stroll an asshole in this so sorry for that ig🤪

"and mick schumacher crosses the line securing p6 for haas"

you started to jump up and down, shouting for mick, but you stopped abruptly when the entire aston martin garage turned to look at you with judgy eyes.

yup it definitely was not the right thing to do nor the right place to be giving the fact that both aston martin were out of the points in this race. stroll finishing p17 and your dad finishing p13. you calmed down, trying to hide the big smile from your face as you removed your headphones and quietly made your way out of the garage, heading straight to mick's.

when you entered, you quickly said hello to a few friends from the haas team, all wearing big smiles. although you couldn't show it as much as you wanted (because your dad drove for another team) you had always loved haas. they were a relatively small crew and because of this everyone was close to each other, it felt like a family. and because you spent so much time with mick, you were familiar with most of the people who worked there, and they were always very friendly to you.

you spotted mick talking to his engineer in the pit lane and you waited until he was back to talk to him. his eyes lighted up when he saw you, he quickly opened up his arms and you ran to him hugging him by the neck. his strong arms wrapped around you tightly, he couldn't resist to pick you up. you both starting to laugh, all the happiness and the pride making a mess in your stomach.

words weren't enough to describe how happy you were for this boy. you two had been close friends for many years and you had been there for him at every step before he had joined formula 1. he was a brilliant driver and it was so amazing to see him succeed.

he let you down, releasing you from the hug. you were quick to speak as you knew he had somewhere to be and your dad was probably getting out of his car right at this moment. "amazing drive out there, micky" you said looking into his blue eyes, the most beautiful eyes you'd ever seen in your 20 years of life. "i'm incredibly proud of you"

he quickly brought his hands to his face, still processing the fact that he had scored points again. but most importantly, taking in your words. he dropped his hands to his side, his smile bigger than ever. he got lost in your beauty, in your presence. he knew you had sneaked out of the aston garage to be there for him, even though your dad had warned you not to. "it means the world to me, thank you y/n" you mean the world to me. that's what he wanted to say, but luckily he didn't get lost in the rush of this moment and let out some sort of love confession. he quickly hugged you again as he said goodbye, cursing the fact that he had to leave you to go with the press. god you drove him mad.

you said goodbye and watched him go as you stood there, smiling and giggling like an idiot until you remembered that you had to run back to the garage to see your dad.

he caught you entering the garage and raised an eyebrow, he too was leaving to go do the post-race interviews. you rapidly gave him a hug. "i was in the bathroom", you said you guilty eyes giving you away.

"yeah try to convince them about that", your dad reply with a chuckle. sebastian wasn't stupid, he knew his daughter and he was 100% sure were you had gone. these two will be the end of me. the truth was, he had no problem with your friendship with mick –as you well knew– but the aston martin team had talked to sebastian complaining about how bad it looked that their driver's daughter was the #1 haas fan. so he had asked you to stay low and not be so openly enthusiastic about your love for mick for a bit, until the team had calmed. but of course you hadn't listened. you and mick hadn't left each other's side for years, this time would not be any different. he couldn't resist the little smile that formed on his lips. you two shared a confidential look and he exited the garage.

you spotted stroll talking to one of the engineers and you two exchanged glances. you decided you needed to do something to clean up the little mess you did today so you approached him with a fake smile that you were hoping would look honest enough. "a shame the car is still not 100% performing. i hope we do better next week"

"thanks beautiful, yeah i hope so too", he winked at you. "i also hope schumacher doesn't get in the way again. he was driving like a mad man and the car was definitely not the same after our inconvenience in the track at the start of the race", he said and then left. god you couldn't stand that guy. mick was just doing his job and stroll was actually the one who didn't give him enough space. but you knew very well lance would never admit that he had made a mistake.

you went to the press area to see the drivers, hoping to see mick, already missing him and wanting to talk to him again. butterflies made their way into your stomach when you found him a few meters away from you, laughing at the interviewer. he was glowing today. well, he was always glowing, but today he was as bright as the sun.

"the last few races have ignited something in him", you heard gina's voice and you turned to your side, not really knowing when she had arrived. you had been to busy staring at her brother. "he's getting his confidence back."

"he is", you said with a smile. "and i know having you and cori here with him in the last two races means everything to him." family was the most important thing in the world for mick. that's one of the many things you loved about him.

"i'm sure you being here is also important to him", gina said looking at you. she–as well as pretty much everyone– could see how much you two loved each other and was rooting for you to confess your feelings. she couldn't believe how it hadn't happened yet, but she also knew that mick was a perfectionist and he was probably waiting for the perfect moment. but c'mon now these two have been breathing for each other for so long it's about time they finally get together. "you're very special to him you know."

what you didn't know was how it was possible to feel so much love for a person. you had been in love with mick schumacher ever since you made fun of his bad taste in haircuts back when you were younger. he was your best friend, your person, the one you told everything and the one who always was there for you no matter what. but the truth was that you didn't fully know if he felt the same way. you two had had years knowing each other and although he had never expressed any romantic feelings towards any other person, he also had never expressed he was in love with you either. and so that little doubt always made you think twice about telling him about your feelings. because if you were wrong and he was in fact not in love with you and the whole friendship broke, you would never ever recover. "yeah and he is special for me as well" so very special.

.

you came back back to the garage after agreeing with mick to meet here after the usual team meeting that happened after every race. you were sat and you were checking your phone when you heard footsteps. you looked up expecting to see mick. but it was not him.

it was stroll.

"hey i was expecting to see you here", he said without his normal cocky smile. you said hey back, weirded out by the fact that he for some reason wanted to see you.

"father told me you had a little love display in the haas garage. again", he said as he took a few steps closer to you. you leaned back, realizing that if he came any closer he would have you trapped against the wall. you were not afraid of lance, but you also didn't want to put on a show because at the end of the day he was the boss' son, and he was in charge.

"i quickly said congrats to mick. i will try to do it privately next time. so your father doesn't get upset again", you said practically spiting the words. it was so stupid that you were doing this, but you knew your father would appreciate you not getting into a fight. you were a vettel after all, and he knew you didn't like to take shit from anybody.

"he would like that, yes", he said getting a bit more closer to you, making your blood boil. "i would like that too"

who did he think he was cornering you like an animal? "and i would like for you to take a few steps back" you said looking at his eyes, refusing to show him any sort of fear, knowing all he wanted to do was intimidate you for the solely purpose to prove that he was able to do it.

"yeah back off mate", said that voice you were so used to. lance slowly turned his head to look at mick, still staying in the same place. you looked at mick too, his jaw clenched. great. if these two get to it my dad will kill me.

"look who it is!", said stroll, that infamous smile returning to his lips. "the mad man of the track."

"i don't see you taking the few steps back", mick said signaling with his head for lance to back off.

"it's getting late. let's go mick", you said trying to shift the focus of the conversation you stood up pushing lance a bit and grabbed your bag. mick came closer to the two of you and put his hand on your lower back. as you two starting walking away from stroll, he suddenly grabbed your wrist.

"i'm not finished talking to you", lance said, pulling you away from mick's side.

mick quickly turned, cheeks red as he was very angry. he put a finger on lance's chest, looking him straight in the eyes. "don't", he said.

lance slowly looked at the finger mick had pointing at him, and he threw it aside. "i just want to talk to her."

"let her go", mick said, losing the remaining patience he had left. mick was not a violent person, but he couldn't stand stoll touching you. specially after he knew that dickhead wanted to fuck you, like he had heard him say a while back.

"we'll talk later, lance. we have somewhere to go", you said and stroll dropped his grip on your wrist. without wasting a second you grabbed mick's hand and left the aston martin garage. you two walked quietly in silence, then realizing you were holding hands. you were about to let mick's hand go but then he gently squeezed it and his grip tightened.

you got so lost for a second in the feeling of his palm against yours, that you forgot about the whole incident that had just happened.

"i was so close to punch him i can't believe it", mick said looking at you. you let out a nervous laugh, and also did he.

"as much as i would have liked it, imagine the mess that could make", you said. you two finally reached mick's car, you dropped his hand and got inside.

"i know but if he dares to put a hand on you again i'll seriously punch him", mick said completely sure about it.

"no punching, rocky. it'll be okay. he was just being a bitch because of the whole i-can't-look-like-a-haas-fan situation"

"ugh. i can't wait for sebastian to switch team next year."

"yeah tell me about it."

.

a week passed. and there was a lot on mick's mind. but there was one that he couldn't escape from. you.

the whole incident with stroll had left mick thinking about how much he disliked stroll, but most importantly about how much he disliked the idea of a guy who liked you being near you. mick wanted the perfect occasion to confess his feelings for you. feelings he couldn't hide anymore. he was utterly mesmerized by you, and he'd be damned if he waited too long and he lost his chance with you. he'd do it soon. he was done being scared of losing his friendship with you. he needed to tell you everything.

it was the austrian gp and haas was looking stronger than ever. after magnificent qualifying yesterday, mick would be starting from p6. the race was about to begin and you were praying to every God out there that it would be a good and safe race. after 57 laps hamilton and verstappen crashed ending in a dnf for both mercedes and red bull, moving leclerc to first place, norris to second and sainz to third, mick behind him in p4. if this continued like this, this would be the best result for mick in his formula 1 career and you wanted to throw up from all the excitement. there were 9 laps to go when suddenly sainz's car started to go slower and slower until it was confirmed that he would have retire the car due to an engine failure.

you almost lost your mind as you sprinted out of the aston martin garage without a shadow of a doubt. as soon as you entered the haas garage they gave you a pair of headphones to listen to the race. you went to gina and cori and the three of you held hands as you watched the race with your heart feeling like it would jump out of your chest. mick passed the chequered flag as the three of you hugged, sharing tears, screams and joy. you went to talk to mick on the radio, waiting for güenther to congratulate mick on that p3.

"P3 MICK ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC! THIS IS THE BEST DAY WE COULD'VE HAD WE ARE VERY PROUD OF YOU. ENJOY IT" , güenther said, tears in his eyes. you took a moment to look around at the whole garage with tears in their eyes and the biggest smiles. the love everyone had for your best friend never failed to amaze you. you would certainly remember this day forever. you turned to hear what gina was saying to mick when you caught your name.

"is y/n there? oh my god tell her this one's for her as well", mick said, you thought you might die as you heard the words. gina signaled you to speak to him and you did it.

"i'm here micky. i couldn't be prouder. enjoy it. you deserve this so so much." you couldn't believe this was happening and it was unbelievable that you could even muster words. tears were falling down your cheeks.

"das ist für gina, mama, papa und für dich" (this is for gina, mom, dad and for you) "P3 BABY LET'S FUCKING GO!"

all the team went to celebrate with him, as you waited all three cars to get to their positions. he got out of the car, standing on it he threw a kiss at the sky. he got off the car and ran to his team, hugging them all. the happiness so visible in him that you wanted to start crying again. and then it all happened at once.

you locked eyes with him, and he removed his helmet looking at you like you were the most important thing in the world right now. you were a bit behind the little fence that separated the team from him, but everyone seemed to watch the two of you getting lost in each other's sight and it was like everyone took a step back, leaving you a little path to walk to him. you ran to him and as you got closer he cupped your face with both of his gloved hands and joined your lips together,  your hands going to the back of his neck. the kiss was like a hurricane, like everything in the world was spinning but you two held the other steady. it was passionate, it was a kiss that you two craved and had craved for years. you two forgot about everyone for a moment, and it was only you and him and your lips on his.

the kiss ended and his gloved hands never left your face when he said "i am absolutely in love with you. and i can't believe i waited so long to finally tell you. you're my one and only and i- i just love you so much"

your heart was definitely about to get out of you chest as you gave him a quick peck on the lips and finally said the words you too had waited too long to say "i'm crazy for you, mick schumacher, more than words can explain", you said, both of you smiling. he gave you a kiss in the forehead and then left to meet the other two drivers of the podium.

as you watched him get away reality hit you. you had kissed micky. your boy. he was also crazy about you. and thousands of people had just witnessed your first kiss with who you felt was the love of you life. oh my god my dad probably watched that.

little did you know sebastian had watched it, and couldn't be happier for the two of you. firmly believing his daughter couldn't be in better hands than mick. his talented, gentle and sweet boy. he would risk it all of the two of you and he couldn't erase the smile off his face.

most drivers approached mick to congratulate him. making you even prouder to see how everyone loved and appreciated him. the podium was very emotional, you shared tears again with pretty much everyone, and mick waved at you from up there, spraying champagne all over the crew. god he looked like a dream up there all wet in champagne, the biggest smile on his face.

"finally mate!", charles patted mick on the back as they were exiting the podium.

"yeah i feel like i'm dreaming", mick said. and he meant it. not only the podium finish clouding his mind but also the kiss you two had shared, replaying in his head over and over again. they said goodbye and as he was leaving for the haas trailer sebastian approached him. oh god. mick had a lovely relationship with the four time world champion, they had shared beautiful moments together but then it hit him that it hadn't been exactly perfect to kiss his daughter like that in front of so many people. mick opened his mouth to start speaking but he didn't have a chance as sebastian embraced him in a big hug, tears forming in vettel's eyes.

"i'm so incredibly proud of you, my boy. just like i know he is as well", seb said with a big smile on his face. "the first podium of many! let's just hope you don't kiss the face off my daughter every time you get one", he raised his eyebrows. mick's cheeks heated as he heard the words.

"yeah about that... i know it was not ideal to put on a love display like that but i couldn't help it, seb. i love her. i truly do. i've loved her for years. and i swear i will do everything in my power to keep her safe and give her all the love and respect she deserves." he said meaning every word.

"i couldn't trust anyone else more to be with y/n, you're a great young man mick. everyone in the family appreciates you deeply."

"it means a lot to me, seb." mick's respect for the man in front of him was indescribable, and he held his words close to his heart.

.

you were resting on the side of mick's car waiting for him. he agreed to see you there. you saw him walking towards you, you smiled at him, thinking of how breathtaking he was.

"hey you", he said when he finally got to the car.

"hello mr p3", you joked.

"let's get out of here fast because i promised i wouldn't let more people see us kissing today", mick said looking at your lips. you threw your head back laughing and got into the passenger seat. you two drove off the paddock, mick intertwined your hands and rubbed his thumb on your hand, feeding the butterflies in your stomach.

you and mick decided to go to a coffee shop you liked, it had a beautiful view of austria and you ordered a couple coffees. it was a small place, kind of hidden away so that was what you liked the most. it felt sort of private.

mick held your hand that was resting on the table and you looked at his beautiful blue eyes. "so how long have you been crazy about me?", mick wiggled his eyebrows and laughed.

"yeah how long have you been absolutely in love with me?", you asked him, playing the same card.

"i guess it's safe to say for as long as i've known you. you know, i think i always knew you were the one for me", he said shyly. you couldn't love him more, your heart was doing pirouettes and you felt like you could faint.

"i truly can't believe it took us that long to finally speak about this", you said. "i have to admit there was a part of me that was scared the love was not mutual."

"then you must be dumb because i honestly think i proved that i was head over heels for you on a daily basis", he shaking his head.

"oh i am the dumb one? are you sure about that? i've had a crush on you for as long as i can remember you idiot", you laughed. "i think at this point everyone knew we were in love with each other except for us."

"yeah gina pretty much confirmed that like an hour ago", mick confessed.

you drank your coffee and discussed everything about the day you both had. one that would forever remember. you came back to the hotel you were both staying in, waiting to get ready to go out later in the night to celebrate the podium with the fellow drivers. mick accompanied you to your room. you opened the door and let him in. as soon as you closed the door mick couldn't resist anymore so he grabbed your chin and gave you what it first started as a sweet kiss, you both getting familiar with your lips. but then mick's hands gripped your waist and he deepened the kiss, his tongue finding yours. your hands went to his hair. he pushed you against the wall. mick was hungry for the taste of you, and he knew just how much he had desired to have you in his arms like this, with his mouth against yours. you broke the kiss with a smile you couldn't avoid.

"i love this. i love you. but we should stop here because we need to start getting ready for the party." you said, sure that if this continued like this it would end in the two of you on the bed. with no clothes on.

"right. i should get going", mick said with a grin, fixing his hair and his shirt. he reached for the door and opened it but as he turned to say goodbye to you, you couldn't resist his red lips so you pushed the door closed and grabbed his face in your hands, joining your lips once again. fuck it. you thought. the party can wait.

Romantic Gateway // F.D.

Summary: Felipe has a different idea of romance than his girlfriend 

Warnings: None

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