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Thinking about writing a part 3 for The Weekend of Firsts.

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he looks up grinning / like a devil

{carlos sainz jr x fem!reader} // with a side of {charles leclerc x fem!reader}

warnings: some (semi-toxic) jealousy, too many racing metaphors, making out; groping, eventual smut (in part two)

in which carlos, your very protective best friend, loves to tease you about your crush on charles.

“You’re staring again.” comes the deep whisper against your ear, and you can’t help the shiver that runs through your whole body at the feeling of his warm breath right there.

You’d know that voice anywhere, so it doesn’t surprise you to pull back to see Carlos Sainz grinning widely at you, thrilled with the knowledge that he’s caught you yet again, pining after the irresistibly beautiful face of his teammate.

Charles. Motherfucking. Leclerc.

Some days when you watch Charles from across the tarmac, you can’t believe he’s real. His face looks heaven-sent, lips softer than velvet. When he looks your way and winks, your cheeks grow hot and the butterflies that were already present from the first moment you saw him only grew more frantic inside you.

You’d never spoken directly to Charles, though, even though you were best friends with Carlos and they’d been racing with Ferrari for a good few years now. You didn’t even need to tell Carlos about your crush on Charles - he’d already seen the way you practically lit up every time you came within your eye view. He teased you mercilessly for it, always threatening to tell Charles how you really felt and encouraging you to have a conversation with him.

“He’s really a sweet guy.” Carlos would say, and you’d roll your eyes. “Honestly, you should just approach him and ask him out.”

“I can’t just do that, Carlos.” You sigh, “you don’t understand. He’s gorgeous, and he’s probably got a girlfriend anyway.”

Carlos frowns. “Hey. You’re incredible, alright? A guy like Charles would be more than lucky to have someone like you on his arm.”

You offer him a half-smile. “Thanks. I know you’re just saying that but I appreciate the sentiment.”

He gives you a disapproving look, sighing with all the long-suffering of a man who’s sick of trying to convince you to see how wonderful you are.

“You’re coming to the party tonight right?” Carlos tips his head in Charles’ direction. “He’ll be there.”

You nod. It’s a celebration of his hard-won podium finish, and you know that Carlos had been looking forward to it after a rough weekend of racing.

“Great. I’ll pick you up at ten.”

—

He’s perfectly on time, as he always is, and he lets himself into your apartment with the spare key you’d hidden underneath the letterbox. He makes himself comfortable at your couch while he waits patiently for you to get ready.

“Be done in five, Carlos.” You call out to him from your bedroom.

“No rush.” He replies, fishing the TV remote out from the side of the couch.

When you come out into the living room later, you find him riveted by a nature documentary on cheetahs. They’re stalking a helpless deer, camouflaged by tall, pale reeds, and when they finally take the plunge, their haunting stares remind you so much of Carlos’ eyes right before the race lights flicker green.

“Ready to go?” You tap his shoulder, lingering on it for just a bit longer than necessary. He might have bulked up a bit this season, but you’re not in the habit of touching him enough to know for sure.

Carlos reaches up to brush his hand over yours, as if in reassurance that he’s heard you, even though his eyes are still laser-focused on the hunt that’s unravelling. “In a minute,” he says, as you both watch the two cheetahs circle in on the deer in their sights. One snarls, charges, ready for a fierce fight, while the other holds back, waiting in anticipation for the deer to be driven its way - ever so patient because it knows the deer won’t be won like this. Its eyes are so dark and glossy and alert, they look almost liquid.

It’s that one, you muse quietly, that eventually gets the spoils.

Carlos gets up slowly from the couch, his eyes taking in the dark dress you’d chosen for tonight with a tantalisingly open neckline. His eyes linger on you for longer than is considered polite. If this were any other man, that gaze would definitely be a suggestive indication of desire. But this isn’t just any man. You remind yourself that it’s just Carlos, and he does not see you in this way at all. Still, you can’t help the way your heart picks up pace from his intense scrutiny, racing at the sensuality concealed in his eyes.

Trying to distract yourself, you cast your own searching gaze over him - his fitted pants, the clean, crisp cut of his button-up shirt that’s open at the throat, leaving the expanse of his neck and a hint of his chest hair that you’ve always loved peeking out. His biceps are barely contained in the fitted sleeves of his shirt.

He looks so undeniably handsome.

“Very pretty,” he tells you, clearing his throat, as if he’s flustered from having seen you like this.

You tuck back a piece of your hair, feeling shy all of a sudden. “C’mon. We’re gonna be late for your party.”

He offers you his arm, and when you link yours through his, there’s the briefest spark of something that erupts between you. You glance up at him, wondering if he’s felt that too, but his blank face gives nothing away.

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The party is a rager - noisy, flashy, and far too crowded for your liking. Carlos notices your hesitancy, and puts his hand against the small of your back, leaning down so he can whisper, “we don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.”

“No. I want to.” You tell him, reaching up to rub his shoulder in reassurance. “What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t allow you your moment of glory and celebration?”

He ducks his head, embarrassed. “There’s no need for that.”

You kiss his cheek, scruffy with day-old stubble. “I’m very proud of you, you know.”

“I know, love.” He winks.

Somewhere in the chaos, you lose Carlos in the midst of his team members, peers and fellow drivers who flock to him, clamouring for his attention or to shower praise on him. He takes it graciously, and as you watch from the side with a blissfully cold drink in hand, you feel your heart fill with happiness for him. He’s deserved every ounce of his success, because he’s earned it.

“He looks happy, huh?” A familiar, accented voice flits against your ear, and you turn to look for its source.

Charles. Your mouth instantly dries up as you meet his striking eyes and pretty face and suddenly your tongue feels too thick to speak. Holy fuck, it’s Charles.

He grins at you like you’re good friends instead of literal strangers. “I’m sorry for startling you. You’re Carlos’ friend, aren’t you?”

You nod mutely, like an idiot in his beautiful presence. God, he even smelled gorgeous.

“He always talks about you, you know.” Charles offers, as he takes a casual sip of his drink. “And it’s strange that he keeps saying you and I should meet, but he’s never found time to properly introduce us.”

You offer him a shy smile. “You’re both busy men.”

Charles winks at you. “Never too busy for a pretty girl.”

The compliment is unexpected, flattering, delivered so smoothly that you get butterflies. You laugh instead, trying to hide how flustered this one little line gets you. “Does that line actually work?”

Charles grins and shrugs. “Sometimes. Is it working with you?”

You shake your head, but the mirth in your eyes tells him otherwise. “Sorry. You gotta do better.”

Charles’ eyes light up at the premise of a challenge. “Okay, okay. How about… baby, you must be so tired.” He pauses meaningfully. “Because you’ve been racing around in my mind all day.”

You pretend to gag. “Did Carlos teach you that? I’ve heard him use it before. Clumsy, and no effort. 0/10.”

“He’s always been the smooth one amongst the two of us.” Charles says. “Girls lap that shit up when he says it to them.”

You wrinkle your nose. “Somehow, I don’t think that’s true.” You shift gear to another topic, hoping that it’ll calm the butterflies in your stomach. “Anyway. Congratulations on your top ten placing.”

Charles shrugs modestly. “It’s no podium, but I suppose we can’t all win every single race.” His eyes dart to look for his teammate, and the pride that shows on his face is winsome. “I’m happy for him, though. He deserves it all.”

You nod. “He really does. I’m so proud of him.” There’s a warmth that fills you when you look at Carlos, seeing him smile and be at the centre of attention for all his success. He looks up briefly from the crowd of people around him, his eyes finding yours in an instant. He looks so handsome, especially as he runs a hand through his messy hair, and when he mouths “you okay?” to you, the rest of the room fades away, and suddenly the air grows hazy and hot.

Woah, you think, it’s never done that before. Carlos smiles at you, and you feel his irresistible magnetism pulling you in.

Charles watches this from beside you with faint amusement, eyes darting between you and his teammate. When he clears his throat, you turn back to look at him swiftly. “So…” he leans in, conspiratorially, “how long have you two been sleeping together, hm?”

You sputter, outraged. “No, it’s not like that between us.”

Charles gives you this skeptical look. “Right. Because friends look at each other like that.”

You keep your face as blank as possible. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He gives you this wry look, as if wondering whether you’re truly so oblivious. “You know… when he first told me about you, I actually asked him to give you my number.” Charles sighs. “It makes sense to me, now, why he said you were ‘off limits’.”

Your eyes grow wide. “He said that? Why would he say that?”

He smiles mysteriously, before leaning into your ear to whisper. “I think you know why.”

When he pulls back from the strangely intimate gesture, he tips his head slightly in Carlos’ direction.

You sneak a glance in the direction of his gesture, only to find Carlos’ eyes wide. A dark, broody look has fallen over him, and he looks thunderous. Jealous, even. You’ve never seen him like this before.

“Funny.” Charles muses behind you, “is it just me or does he look…”

You shake your head, unwilling to break the illusion of what you and Carlos have. “We’re just friends.”

Charles gives you this grin that’s so mischievous, you feel ready to say no to whatever it is he’s asking. “So if you’re just friends… I don’t suppose he will have any objections to me asking you out.”

“Why would he?” You say defensively, even as you feel the heat of Carlos’ glare against you. “He doesn’t own me.”

“Right.” Charles lifts an eyebrow, a strangely charming gesture. “And if I were to kiss you?”

You almost step back from him in shock, but the look he has is completely harmless, playful even. It’s all you’ve been wanting - to be noticed by Charles, to be kissed by those velvet soft lips. So why does this not feel as exciting as you’d hoped for it to be?

Carlos. Something inside you whispers, but you push away the thought and the guilt of it. Carlos is looking.

You don’t even spare Carlos a single glance. You tip your face up, telling Charles point blank, “that’s between you and me. Nothing at all to do with him.”

Charles’ beautiful eyes are brilliant, even in the dim light of the party. So when he cups your face and brings his mouth down onto yours, you brace yourself to feel completely, irrevocably shaken by his monumental kiss.

But there’s… nothing. No earthquakes, no fireworks. Charles’ lips are as soft as you’d expected, gentle as they capture yours. He kisses perfectly well - sweet, with an edge of tenderness that you quite like. It’s a serviceable kiss. A lovely one.

But it’s not enough.

A stray thought crosses your mind. He’s not Carlos. And it’s so traitorous and terrible that you feel sick to your stomach.

Charles pulls away from you, his thumb brushing your cheek. He seems just as unaffected by the kiss as you are, but so satisfied that he’s made his point. His eyes glance over to his teammate as he suppresses a smile. “Don’t look now… but I think we might have made him very angry.”

You purse your lips, unable to think of what to say. A flurry of emotions are passing through you, and you wonder if you’ve just been blind all this time to what’s been in front of you all this while.

“So… I’m going to take it that it’s a no to our date, then?” Charles gives you a lopsided grin, looking so good-humoured that you can’t help feeling charmed by him.

You offer him a small, sympathetic smile back. “I’m sorry, Charles. You’re wonderful.”

His eyes dart over to somewhere behind you, where you suppose Carlos is. “Yes. But I’m not the one you really want, am I?”

You take a long sip of your drink, and wonder if it’s too late to admit this truth to yourself.

—

The car ride home is filled with tense silence. You peer at Carlos who drives in silence, as if he doesn’t trust himself to speak first. “Did you have a good time?”

He ignores your question, going straight to the heart of what’s bugging him. “I saw you talking to Charles,” he says stiffly. “How was it?”

“Great.” You say, watching his jaw muscle tick with tension. “He’s very nice. Respectful. Sweet.”

He grips the steering wheel, a gesture that doesn’t escape your notice. “Great. I’m so happy for you.”

You hear the edge of condescension in his voice and feel irritation creep up inside you. “Yeah. You know what, he’s very nice, okay? And I like him. I think he’s good for me.”

“Fantastic. Can’t wait for the wedding.” His sarcasm is cutting, and you have this sense that he won’t chase after what he really wants. “I hope you two are happy together.”

“Hey, you were the one who told me to go for it, okay? You told me to go ask him out!” You narrow your eyes. “Was that just a fucking joke? Did you think it wouldn’t work because he wouldn’t go for someone like me?”

He makes a sound of protest. “No, of course not. What are the fuck are you talking about?”

You level with him. “Carlos. He told me that you said I was ‘off limits’.”

He shakes his head. “I just… I didn’t want you to get heartbroken.”

“But that’s not an answer, Carlos! You said ‘off limits’ like I’d been reserved by someone already. You gave him the false illusion that I wasn’t available.” You give him this look of hurt. “You knew I liked him. Why would you do this to me?”

He purses his lips, an unreadable expression crossing his face.

“Carlos!” You groan, but he still looks ahead, not wanting to fully engage with you. “Will you just stop being so stubborn already. You owe me a fucking explanation.”

He stops at a red light, stemming the impulse he usually has to speed through it, turning to look at you with a feistiness that you don’t recognise. “What is it? What do you want me to say, hm? That I’m happy to see you with him? That I love the thought of you throwing yourself at him when you and I have been friends for longer than he’s been racing?” His scowl is somehow rough and beautiful at the same time. “What do you want me to say, sweetheart? I was scared of losing you, okay? What if you got with him and… and then we weren’t friends anymore. You’d be all his and never just mine again.” He trails off, almost rueful that he’s let on more than he’d expected to.

You lean back in your seat, letting his frustration mellow in the silence that follows. He turns back to the traffic light that flickers back to green, seamlessly shifting back to drive.

“I kissed him.” You admit quietly, and Carlos stills. “At your party.”

He doesn’t say anything. Just drives like his life depends on it. “I know. I saw.”

“I kissed him, Carlos.” You say again, and this time, he flinches slightly, as if the reality of what’s happened has finally sunk in and he’s re-imagining it now, in his mind.

He turns to look at you, and there’s a trace of defeat in his eyes. “Look. I’m sorry, sweetheart. I acted like a fucking asshole and I get it. I don’t have the right to tell you who to date or love.”

You nod. “Damn straight.” You haven’t forgiven him fully, but the apology is a start.

He offers you a tiny smile - his first since stepping into the car with you. “So was it good? Everything you hoped for?”

“He’s a wonderful kisser, actually. A really charming guy. Such a pretty face.” Carlos nods mutely at all your descriptions of Charles - he’s heard this for years now, at every single media event, on social media. It’s so easy to fall in love with Charles - with the idea of him.

You wonder if it’s worth telling him the truth, but eventually, you decide to come clean. “But when he kissed me… I felt nothing. Nothing, Carlos. No sparks. No thrill. There’s nothing in his kiss. He asked me out. And like a fool, I said no.”

“What? Why?” His brows draw together in confusion. “But you… you’ve always liked him. I’ve seen the way you look at him for months.”

“He’s pretty, yes… sweet and lovely, I’m sure…” you turn to look up at him, “but all I could think about when I was with him was that… he’s not you, Carlos.”

He doesn’t say a word - just stares at you in disbelief. He turns into your lane, pulls into the lot of your apartment complex and puts the car in park.

“It’s you, Carlos.” You reach out to take his hand in yours, feeling his pulse leap beneath your touch. “It’s always been you.”

He lets silence fall between you, and you worry whether you’ve been reading him all wrong, all this time.

“Tell me you don’t feel the same way, and I’ll go. We can stay friends, Carlos.” You shrug, as if the thought of not being with him doesn’t pierce you like a knife.

He pauses in what seems like endless silence.

“I want to stay friends.” He eventually says, firmly, and your heart sinks with this sense of impending doom.

You move to slip your hand away from him, but he holds you steady, tight in his grip. “But… I’ve also always wanted more with you.”

You squeeze his hand, heart thudding in your chest at the implications of what he’s saying. “Carlos.”

He takes your joined hands and places it on his outstretched thigh, giving you this look that makes you hot all over. “Come here.”

It’s as if a dam breaks between you when he reaches for you and pulls you into his lap on his side of the driver’s seat. You bump into the steering wheel but you don’t give a fuck, not when you’ve settled on him, legs planted on either side of his lap. You reach out to grab the front of his shirt to drag his mouth against yours for that first electrifying, searing hot kiss, shattering the barrier of friendship you’d both erected to keep yourselves safe from romantic feelings. His mouth is so fucking lush and soft, moving against yours like it’s made purely for kissing your lips for the rest of eternity. Carlos moans when you shift against him, grinding into his lap, the erotic sound sending a spark down your spine. You lick into his open mouth, lapping against his tongue that’s slick and hot against yours, making you ache between your legs for more of him.

“Fuck, you taste so good.” He groans, as his hands slide into the neckline of your dress to touch your bare skin. His fingers feel fiery on you, hungry with the ravenous desire to touch you everywhere, and you shiver when he palms your breast and teases your nipple until it turns stiff under his fingers.

“Please take me inside,” you beg, sure that if you were to continue on, there wouldn’t be anything stopping him from fucking you right here in his car. “I want you so badly, Carlos.”

A rough growl tears itself from his throat and he all but shoves the door open, grabbing you in his arms and out of the car so he can slam the door shut. It’s almost comical how fast he gets you to the door of your apartment, setting you down so that you can open the door. You fumble with the key as his mouth kisses down your neck in a distracting way, and your fingers shake so much you almost drop the key.

“Careful.” He says, guiding your trembling fingers to slide the key in. His fingers, wrapped around yours, are a temptation all on their own, and you have to restrain yourself from imagining how he’d use them on you.

The minute the door swings open, he pins you up against the adjourning wall and kisses you so deeply that you grow weak at the knees. It’s addictive, you think, how good he tastes. Your fingers thread through his messy hair, and between kisses, you gasp for air and with the pleasure that he incites in you.

“Bed, please.” You say, voice hoarse with wanting, as his hips press urgently into yours. You feel the thick shape of his cock and your mouth waters.

“Been wanting so long to finally hear you say that,” he groans, and you shiver, unable to contain yourself for what treasures he promises in bed with you.

—

Sorry for the fade to black, but part two (with all its smutty goodness) is here!!

Please forgive any f1-related errors or mistakes in writing. As with all my work, this remains edited only by my (tired) eyes. There are a million things I would have changed about this - it’s uncoordinated, and a massive endeavour, but I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

I also wanted to say: i don’t condone carlos’ jealous behaviour (it’s terrible and wrong), but I’ve never professed to write about flawless people.

Here’s my (recently curated) f1 masterlist.

If you care about football, i also write for liverpool boys.

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Oh myyyy! I didn't know that you also write for checoo, can you please do 7 and 45 fluff?

Drinks.

Yesss, of course I write for Mr. Perez!!!

I...I honestly don't know what this is. It's shit, honestly. I don't know what I wrote or why I wrote it.

7) Did you just lick me?

45) Don't be stubborn, try it.

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Pairing: Checo Perez x F!Reader.

Summary: You and Checo enjoy early morning drinks.

Warning:None? I think? Except that it's absolute shit.

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You and Checo had been married for five years now, after dating for three years prior. It had been an eventful eight years with Formula one driver.

Checo was often times awkward or serious, almost always having a stoic look on his face. But it changed the day he met you.

You were a breath of fresh air for Checo. You lived in the moment. You thought Checo how to live carefreely. How to be playful and silly. How to enjoy the moment.

You had a giddy and playful personality. No one really knew what exactly to expect from you. They never knew the words that could carelessly slip from your mouth. But it was always something eventful.

You were laying in your shared bed with your husband, your head on his chest as you watched YouTube videos with him on his phone.

The video was nothing you were interested in, people reviewing camping gear Checo was looking to buy, but still, you watched with him.

Your fingers were lazily drawing patterns over his bare chest, enjoying the feeling of his warm skin underneath your fingertips.

You were a bit bored where you laid, your husband's video having absolutely no interest on you anymore. Your eyes drifted around the room as a soft sigh slipped from your lips.

"What is it, Mi Amor?" Checo asked as he glanced down at you, knowing you only sighed like that when you were bored or silently frustrated.

"Nothing." You muttered softly before sitting up in the bed, prompting Checo to put down his phone and turn his attention to you.

"That's a lie." He muttered with a breathy laugh as he sat up." What is it?"

"Let's spend the day by the pool." You insisted as you climbed out of the bed, heading towards the window and peering out the window, checking the dark blue skies above your home." I'm in the mood for a bit of drinking."

"When aren't you in the mood to sit by the pool and drink?" He asked, playfully raising his eyebrows at you as a smile tugged at his lips.

"You're always more than happy to join me." You insisted as you returned the smile before walking towards your closet." Do you want a pair of shorts or not?"

"Yeah sure." He called out in agreement before taking a glance at the time on his phone." Is it not too early to start drinking?"

"Alchohol has an age limit, not a time limit." You called out as you grabbed your husband a pair of black shorts, and a pastel yellow bikini set for yourself. The smile on your face grew wider when you heard him laugh at your words.

You stepped back out of the closet, tossing Checo his shorts before getting changed into your bikini. You could feel your husband's eyes on you the whole time, blatantly checking you out.

"Admiring the view Mr.Perez?" You asked as you glanced at him over your shoulder, sending him a sly smile as you wiggled your eyebrows.

"I am Mrs. Perez, I am." He confirmed as he ran his tongue over his top teeth before grinning at you, his hands resting on his hips.

"Shows over." You informed him before stepping out of the bedroom, grabbing beach towels from the hallway closet before making your way outside, Checo following behind you.

"As long as you wear that bikini, the show continues for me." He insisted with a cheeky smile as he sat down on one of the lounge chairs, holding up a bottle of sunscreen." Want me to put some on you?"

"Are you going to be appropriate about it?" You asked, raising your eyebrows as you sat down between his legs.

"We'll see." He muttered playfully as he began rubbing the sunscreen into your skin, starting with your shoulders and going lower and lower.

"You are getting a bit low there." You said as you shot him a glance over your shoulder getting met with another grin from your husband.

"Oh, am I?" He asked as he moved up your back again, a chuckle slipping from his lips.

Once he was done, you stood up and he delivered a hard snack to your ass, making you gasp, your eyebrows furrowing as you shot him a glance over your shoulder.

"What do you want to drink?" You asked as you walked towards your poolside mini bar.

"I'll have a beer." He called out.

You grabbed him a cold beer, taking it to him before heading back to the bar. Checo watched you as you pulled out different bottles of alcohol and juice.

You skimmed through them before picking your selections and starting to mix a few of them together untie you were left with a yellow drink from the juice

Checo watched you do the taste test, and he saw your face scrunch up due to the strong liquid running down your throat.

You returned to him, sitting down on his lounge chair by his feet, holding your glass out to him. "Do you want a sip?" You asked.

"What did you put in there?" He asked, raising his eyebrows at you.

You shrugged your shoulders." Vodka."

"Just vodka?" His eyebrows raised even further at you.

"And pineapple juice with pineapple cider." You listed before pushing the glass closer to his lips.

He shook his head, pushing the glass away from his mouth." I'll stick with my beer." He insisted.

"Just try it, it's good." You insisted as you pushed it back to his lips.

"I'm sorry Mi Amor, but your mixes are sometimes...a bit more alcohol than anything else." He muttered as he pursed his lips, refusing to take a sip of the yellow liquid inside your glass.

"The man who drinks tequila like it's water in the Sahara desert, is complaining about strong alcohol?" You raised your eyebrows at him

"Don't bring tequila into this." He demanded with a shake of his head, his eyebrows knitted together, lines running across his forehead.

"Stop being dramatic Sergio." You huffed as pushed the glass against his lips again."Don't be stubborn, try it."

You tilted the glass, forcing him to open his mouth. Half of it, you managed to get into his mouth, the other half dripped down his chin, down his neck onto his chest.

"Mi Amor." He gasped in a semi-scolding manner, shooting you a pointed look as the liquid made his skin sticky and smell of alcohol and pineapple.

You put the glass aside, looking Checo in the eyes before leaning forward, licking the dripping liquid from the base of his neck. His eyes widened as he stared at you, taking in the sly smile that tugged at your lips.

"Did you just lick me?" He asked softly, a look of bewilderment taking over his facial expression.

"Can't waste expensive alcohol like that." You shrugged your shoulders as you got up from the lounge chair, making your way to the house. Before you entered, you shot him a wink over your shoulder.

"Wait, come back here, Mi Amor!" He called out as he jumped up from the lounge chair, chasing after you in the house.

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Posting these gifs

Bc why tf not?

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Checo with Carola via Carola's instastories

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It's great to see that my fic was a safe space for a few people during yesterday. 💙

It was hard for me too, but seeing the likes made me smile and feel better a little a bit, so thank you. 💙

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Promises we keep (Part 2 for TWOF)

A few people asked me to write a part 2 for The weekend of firsts (and I also wanted to), so here's a short sequel. (Hopefully more is coming) 🤗 I'm sorry you had to wait for this so long, but I'm really busy in real life so I hope you will like it. 😊 I'm grateful for your comments and feedbacks. ❤

Summary: You and Checo are both feeling something for each other, and it became obvious after his first win where he was flirting with you and offered you to celebrate together. ;)

Pairing: Checo Perez x Reader

Warnings: none, maybe just broken english and lame jokes

You almost haven't slept a minute after that conversation with Checo, you were thinking about how bad you wanted to be with him last night.

You haven't checked your phone the whole night on purpose because you know you would see some posts from him from the party and you didn't want to feel more bad than you already did. You tried to sleep but failed at every attempt, so you were just staring at the ceiling, listened to music, watched some TV but none of these prevented you from thinking.

The sun was rising and you were sitting alone in your bed thinking about when did you fall for him this hard? Of course you felt that something is off and he meant to you much more than the other drivers but it just worsened after he was flirting with you in the last two interviews. So that's it? A few nice words and you are all over the place?

You were confused as hell.

You also promised him, that you will send him your number, and you talked about a possible celebration of his first win, but you became uncertain if that is a good idea at all.

You grabbed you phone and looked at it for a while. After a loud sigh you unlocked it, and saw a bunch of insta notifications.

What the hell?

You opened it and saw that there were messages from him.

11 PM: "Hey, I just want you to remind you for our little agreement. ;) Don't forget to send your number, I'll call you tomorrow. Sweet dreams and good night. :)"

Why is he so sweet.

Another message said:

1:15 AM: "You should be here with me. 🥺 Can't wait for tomorrow. 😊"

How I wish I would be there.

3:24 AM: "Are you awake? Can i takl to you?"

3:42 AM: "Sry I dont wnat to be too much, nevemrind. Cant wait to see ya."

Okay, so he was drunk as hell. Understandable.

He really deserved to loosen up a bit and have a great party with his team. Maybe it's for the better that you were not there, because it seems he already thought about you a lot more than you expected, and you didn't want to take his focus from the more important things.

You were looking at his texts and couldn't believe that he really felt that way, but you also wanted to be careful because he was obviously drunk so maybe this wasn't that serious.

You scrolled through your feed, seeing photos from last night, a lot of drivers were posting from different parties, and of course you saw a few pics about him, and if you wouldn't be dissapointed already for not being there, you were now because he looked so handsome and hot in his jeans and his white shirt unbuttoned on top...

Those photos made you feel in a certain way, maybe those encouraged you to finally text him at 5 AM.

"Hey! Saw that it was a pretty good party last night. Hope you had fun, but reading your texts I'm sure you did... 😁 I'm sorry for not being there, but I made a promise, so here's my number:

Get some rest and talk to you later :)"

...

After you sent him the text you fell asleep immediately for a few hours, which was good news given that you had only one day before you have to get back to work.

You woke up around 11 AM, and you immediately checked your phone but there was nothing special except some messages from your best friend.

He's probably sleeping, he had a rough night.

You tried to not to be impatient or anything like that but you were still confused about this whole thing between the two of you so you at least wanted to discuss this situation with him.

It was 3 PM already and you decided to pack your stuff for tomorrow's flight when your phone rang. Your heart skipped a beat and suddenly you realised that you were just standing there not doing anything. You quickly picked up your phone and answered the call from the unknown number.

"It's Y/N speaking."

"Hi Y/N, do I have to introduce myself also?"

Okay, it's him, his voice sounds tired but you loved it and he's already messing with you. Just chill.

"Well, maybe, you never know what kind of stranger has your number." You made a joke to calm yourself first and he chuckled, so it worked for him too.

"Yeah I wanted to tell that you should be careful who you give your number to. Maybe some hungover guy who sent you embarrasing texts last night will try to convince you to meet him."

Am I ready to meet him? I already feel like a teenager.

"That would be awful, can you help me to avoid that guy?"

"Let's see what we can do... I will ask you to come with me for a dinner before he finds you and asks you, so you can get rid of him. What do you think?"

He's a real player.

"Hmm, let me think about this for a minute."

"Be quick that guy is really determined."

I can't with him.

"Okay, you convinced me."

"Great, I'll pick you up at 7 PM, is that right for you?"

"Perfect. And thank you for saving me."

"It's my pleasure. You can thank me later in person."

Oh god.

"See you then. Bye."

"Bye Y/N."

As you hung up you immediately started to plan what to wear like you didn't want him to take it off of you as soon as possible...

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Checo via @alanisnking twitter.

@alanisnking: I just did a hot lap with Sergio Pérez. He yelled “LOOK INTO MY EYES” every time I stopped looking into his eyes.

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I mean, Checo can run me over with that RB18 and I would still say thank you

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you should write a second part of your fic "the weekend of firsts" 😫🙏🏼 it was so good

Omg, thank you so much, I'm really glad you liked it 💖

There will be a part 2 I promise, I have the plot in my head, I just need some time to write it, but it's coming 😘

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Habits x Checo

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I mean 👀

*gulps*

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How to ruin a friendship part 2

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Celine (his girl best friend)

Word count: 4.2k

Warnings: some smut, a little bit of miscommunication and insecurities.

Note: I’m sorry for taking such a long time to post another part but I have an important exam coming up and I’ve been studying 24/7. Hope you like this part.

Having a one night stand is and having to do the walk of shame is one thing. Having a one night stand and living in the same house as the person you slept with is actual hell.

I pretended to sleep for a long time, because today we had no plans for the morning, they were cancelled once we knew we’d drink with Charles. However, having to leave my room, at some point was necessary. So what now? Do I fist bump him and say thanks for the sex? Do I even mention it? Do I just act normal? Well, we are about to find out because I could hear him in the kitchen and that’s where I am headed too.

I open my bedroom door and walk as normal as I can to the kitchen. When I get there and Max is drinking some water, I could feel my eyes getting bigger and just staring at him, probably that was the reason he choked on water.

“Good morning!” I finally said, as he was just wiping the water from his mouth.

“Good morning.” He replied, scratching the back of his neck after he places the glass in the sink.

We didn’t say anything for a few seconds, just letting the silence fill the room but this was not like us. We talked a lot, we joked, we laughed. This - this was awkward.

“About last night,” if he didn’t say anything, I had to, “we should talk. Maybe?” My courage disappeared after the first part.

He nodded. “I assumed you wouldn’t leave your room for at least 2 hours more. Glad to see you here, in the kitchen.”

I wanted to laugh but I had to do breathing exercises in the mirror before coming out. To make sure I still know how to breath.

“Wow. Thanks for the vote of confidence.” I rolled my eyes. “But I’m serious. We should discuss that before it gets in the way of our friendship.”

“Okay, take a sit.” He gestured to the high chairs in front of the counter he was facing.

I sat down and Max took a step back, leaning on the other kitchen cupboards. Only one cupboard and a few steps were between us.

“So… what happened last night.” He started, “was not really something I was expecting to happen,” he continued, scratching the back of his neck once again. “I think we both let the alcohol take control of our actions.”

“Okay, so it was the alcohol.” I stated. In other words he also thought it was a mistake, which I wanted to believe too. Destroying our friendship for sex is just stupid. Feelings come and go, and these ones can be locked away.

“No, Celine. It’s not what I meant. I mean, we wanted this prior to getting drunk, but the alcohol pushed us. Did you not want this before?” Max’s attention was fully on me.

Did I want it prior to thar? Yes. I sometimes wanted to know what his lips felt like. Sometimes I even wanted to feel the way his skin felt under mine, the way he would react if I touched him in places I wasn’t supposed to.

“Max…” my voice betrayed me, my courage was leaving my body. “I can’t lie to you. I did want it before, but is it worth risking our friendship?”

“Well, the friendship is at risk already.” Max put that out there, like it meant nothing. Was their friendship just “nothing” to him? “I’ll be honest. I didn’t think you’d come out of that room, jumping on me, kissing and begging me to be yours. I know you too well. But the alcohol is not to be blamed because we were both very aware of our actions last night. We were tipsy, not drunk. We fucked, Celine.” The way my name sounded, made me have flashbacks of the night before. “And if you tell me you wouldn’t want it again, I’d know you’re lying. You begged for it last night, you were taking whatever I was giving you. Our friendship is not what it was prior to last night.”

I tried to look away from him, knowing he was right.

“Celine, I am here.” His voice sounded annoyed. “For fuck sake. You sucked my dick here, last night. You said you wanted it. Was it a lie? Because to me it looked completely real.”

I shook my head.

“Words, Celine. Words.”

“Max, maybe for you last night is already a subject you digested. I still…” I couldn’t find the words.

“Are you ashamed?”

“Max, no. Not that. I value you in my life, our friendship, our time, all these are important to me.” Making myself clear with my feelings was a difficult subject.

“But last night changed us.” I nodded. “I don’t think going back to friends, seeing each other flirt with other people would work.”

“So what? We date? We go to being completely professional?” I asked.

“Well, we do what we both agree on doing. I want to try, but I also know you and you know me.”

“We are doomed from the start.” I added, and it was true.

“Doomed relationships are my expertise.” We both laughed. “Celine, you mean a lot to me. Professionally and personally. I had moments when I wanted to kiss you, I had moments when I wanted to fuck you and I had moments when I wished I could hold your hand in front of the worst reporters.”

“But we don’t make sense.”

We both knew, he was famous, he was the Max Verstappen. I was just someone in his PR team. A friend not many people cared about.

“To who?” He questioned.

“The world.”

“No, Celine. We don’t make sense to you. The world, the people around us, they do not have a say in what makes sense to me or to you.”

“But Max, the media will say ‘She had to fuck her way up’, ‘she sucked a lot of dick to land that job’. It will be bad for you too. All we worked for, your better image, everything.”

“Then we go incognito. Not because I am afraid to damage my image but I do not want you to suffer in the process of doing this. You’re always with me anyway. Going out with you is normal for the paparazzi. Staying in my house is normal. I will refrain from touching you in public.”

Max looked at me, waiting for an answer. He moved around the cupboard, coming on the side I was on, turned me around in the chair so I could face him.

“I don’t need an answer now. Think about it. I just didn’t want you to think last night was a simple fuck, or that I’d blame the alcohol.”

My mind was screaming danger, but my heart was saying the danger is worth it.

“I wanted to kiss you since the day you took me to meet your parents.” I said, almost as a whisper.

“That was weeks after we met.” Max’s face was saying ‘confused.com’

“Yes.” I could feel myself blush. “I just knew I didn’t really stand a chance so friendship was the closest thing. I learnt to love you as a friend.”

“Oh.” Max didn’t say anything else, but took a step back, making more space between us.

I pulled him by his t-shirt back nearer me. “But last night, I was sober. If not 100% sober, I was completely in control of my thoughts and actions. Like I am now.”

My hands cupped his face and I pulled his face closer to mine, kissing him.

He smiled while kissing me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

“You’re so bad with expressing yourself. Telling me you love me as a FRIEND, then kissing me like this and telling me you wanted the things that happen last night.”

“Shut up. You dated so many girls during our friendship so obviously friendship was the only available thing.” I rolled my eyes.

“I had a few dates but nothing worked, you know it. You dated Lucas for real.”

“Drop it, Max.” I rolled my eyes once again.

“My pants? You were kind of begging last night to suck me off.” He winked at me.

“You’re so full of yourself. The alcohol affected my judgement enough for me to get past your arrogance, it seems.”

A smile formed on his face. Teasing and pushing one another was our favourite thing anyway, but now it had more to it.

“I think my arrogance is what you like most about me.”

“You’re delusional, Max.” My response did nothing apart from making his smile bigger. It was not the kind of smile that you’d think he is the happiest man, no, it’s the kind of smile that a little kid has before he does the naughtiest thing ever.

His face close the gap between us and for a second I thought he’d kiss me. I wanted him to kiss me but his mouth got closer to my ear and I shivered. He chuckled.

“There is nothing I’d love more than fucking you to prove that you like my arrogance. But we have more important matters to discuss.”

He took a very small step back, our faces just a bit more than an inch away.

“When I kiss you again, I want to know that you’re in this and you’re not going to find excuses to run.”

As always, Max would say anything he has on his mind, dryly, but saying everything he thought of. That’s what I loved about him the most, but this part is not one I’ll tell him about.

“I kissed you earlier.” I raised my eyebrow and narrowed my eyes.

“Mmm, okay, I’ll let you have that. But I need words.”

“Maxy, actions mean more than words.” I used one finger to touch him playfully on his chest.

He caught my hand. “I need to hear it.”

Knowing Max, inside out, meant I knew when I could push for him to do something and when I couldn’t. In this case, it was a no go.

“Yes, Max. I am in, I want you, I wanted you for months, closer now to years probably. I have been falling for you for a while.” I said the words so quickly, probably all the rappers in the world are jealous of me right now but I could still feel my face being as red as a tomato and Max’s smile was giving it away even more.

“Celine, you’re cute.”

Max never went around saying such things. He would often actually tell me that compliments are not good because they lose their meaning when used too often.

“Repeat that, Maxy.”

“Call me ‘Maxy’ one more time and I promise you, you’ll not be able to walk after.” I knew he hated it, he let it go once, but second time was enough for him to explode.

“Okay, okay,” I looked at him making a pause, “Max-“ his eyebrows raised, “-y”.

His naughty smile was back. “I get it now, you wanted me to fuck you but for this, I’ll actually having another punishment. I’ll not touch you.”

“What? Max, come on, it was a joke.” I said quickly, not realising it upset him that much.

He laughed and I relaxed a bit.

“You’re needy. I didn’t know that.” His hands were back around me.

“I’m not needy in general.” I said, shyly.

“You’re needy with me.” Max looked at me and waited for my answer.

“I’m needy with you because I wanted you for a long time.” I rolled my eyes, knowing it was exactly what he wanted me to say. “I’m only needy with you because I want you a lot.”

That earned me a tight hug, my legs now around him, our chests touching.

“I didn’t know your ego needed boosted as much as it does.”

He snorted. He didn’t loosen up the hug but his face was not in front of mine.

“So, you’re my girlfriend now.” I was expecting him to either ask me or we’d just never have that conversation but Max is something else.

“Oh, no question asked? You just assume?”

“You just said you wanted me so badly. I am giving you the opportunity to be my girlfriend.”

“Maxy, don’t test my patience.”

“Maxy is growing on me.”

“I can feel something else growing. You called me needy but I have a feeling you’re the neediest person.”

“When it comes to you, I will be like a starved man.”

The kiss that followed felt like my lips were his food and he’s been starved for months. However, the kiss slowed down and Max just became softer. People would probably think this is a lie if I ever told them that Max is soft.

“I made plans for us because I knew you’d be mine by the end of the conversation.”

The arrogance and the know it all were Max’s characteristics, but we also knew each other well.

“I’ll ignore the last part of the conversation, what are the plans?”

“A boat ride. Well, more like a yacht ride. Charles allowed me to have his for the day.”

“You two are getting too close, I’m starting to worry.”

I pulled him closer and kissed him once again. “Do we have time for something quick?”

“Anything I’d do with you now isn’t quick.”

But that didn’t stop Max from kissing my neck and it didn’t stop me from wrapping my legs around him. That allowed him to pick me up and carry me to the sofa, lying me down as he continued to kiss me. The position was perfect for him to push himself onto me so I could feel how hard he was. The shorts he was wearing were so thin, they felt like nothing and pyjama trousers were not any better.

His hand sneaked under my top, holding onto my hip, then as he started kissing me down my neck, his hand travelled up my body, finding my breast and squeezing hard enough to make it a bit painful but the pain was mixed with all the pleasure he was giving me. He stopped kissing my neck and pulled my top up to get it off, giving him access to my breast even more. His mouth found my breast in seconds, the other hand still squeezing the other one, until his hand went down my belly, inside my trousers.

“No panties.” He said, as he raised his head just enough to see my face. “You knew we’d do this.”

Truth is, I didn’t know for sure, but I wanted it to happen again.

He didn’t wait for an answer or a confirmation, he already knew I wasn’t wearing any panties for him.

It didn’t take him long to start rubbing my clit and my moans to fill the room.

As he kissed me further down my belly, he was now on his knees in front of the sofa, removing my trousers, leaving kisses all over.

“As much as I’d like to have a good taste of you, we have to hurry.” Two fingers were now inside me and his thumb was on my clit. “You’re so wet already.”

He got up, removed his top with the quickest movement and then his shorts were on the floor.

I knew after this, there was no turning back to being friends. Well, last night was the moment that we both fucked this friendship, but right now, fully sober, we ruined this.

“Are you okay? Are you sore? Does it hurt?”

I didn’t expect Max to ever be this caring or careful with someone.

“No, no. I feel fine, I was just in my thoughts.” His eyebrow raised again, telling me he needed more than that to continue. “I was just thinking that this is the end of our friendship.”

“And it’s the beginning of us.” With that, he pushed a bit of himself inside me, making me moan. “And if necessary, I’ll fuck you so good, you’ll realise friendship was not nearly enough.”

This time he pushed all of him inside me in one quick movement. The sudden intrusion felt good, almost like I needed that. He pulled out completely and has done it again, making me moan loudly.

“I don’t think me as a friend can give you this much pleasure.”

I shook my head. “I think this is better.”

That made him lose control, I wasn’t sure why, but it did. He increased his speed, holding onto me hips hard that I am sure now I’ll have bruises. His thumb around my clit, making me reach my orgasm quicker than I thought was possible for me.

Once I came down from it, Max was kissing me gently and pulling out.

“Did you finish?” He shook his head. “Then continue.”

“No, I wanted to give you this before we go, but I was selfish and I wanted you to finish on my cock instead of my tongue.”

The dirty talk was never part of my previous relationships and the words made me blush.

“But I want you to cum too.”

“I will. We have the day on the yacht. Never had sex on a yacht.” And there was another wink. I thought this man was unable to wink but I came to the conclusion he looked as adorable as Charles trying to wink.

“Oh, that’s your plan.” I pushed myself up on my elbows and I kissed him. “I’ll make it unforgettable.”

We got ready in our separate rooms, making me think if this will change eventually that now that we are dating. It’s something I haven’t thought about previously. I put on a dress and put a cardigan in my bag, in case it’s colder on the sea and I was ready. Knowing we would probably swim at some point meant that makeup was useless. I also put in my bag some SPF to make sure I don’t get burned.

Max was ready at the same time as me, in some casual shorts, a white shirt and a hat.

We went to meet Charles, who gave us the keys and he seemed quite aware of the situation between us by the looks he was giving Max. If it was anyone else I’d be worried but Charles is not the type to go around and talk about other people’s lives. He is just not like that.

Once we left, Max got closer to me, close enough to whisper in my ear but not the type of close that would make anyone think there is anything between us, in case we get our picture taken.

“Excited to find out how it feels to be with me on a yacht?”

“Uhum.” I couldn’t really find any words when the images of us on the yacht came up in my mind.

“Or excited to be on me, on the yacht?” His smirk made me weaker than his words.

“Shut up, Max. Keep it down until you’re actually on the yacht. Do you even know how to get is started?” I asked, knowing for sure he never was in charge of one.

“There was enough said between Charles and I to know how to do everything needed for this afternoon.” His confidence really made me think that he put a lot more effort into this than I have anticipated.

In a few minutes we were where Charles’s yacht was. We got on, Max as he said knew how to get it started and we were now getting further away from the land. To be able to hear only the sea and the birds was magical. We were now in the middle of the sea and with the boats or anyone around us, Max stopped. A few minutes after I felt his hands around me.

“Do you like it?” I nodded and he rested his head between my head and my shoulder, leaving kisses on my shoulder. “As much as it will sound so cheesy, I’ve wanted to be like this with you for a long time and I feel lucky today.”

“Using nice words to get me to sit on you?” I turn around so I can see him.

“Nah,” He says, “using them to get you to sit on my dick.” He winks at me.

“It’s working.” I wink at him and take my dress off. My bikini were under it and now that I was out of it, I was ready to jump in the sea and that’s exactly what I did.

Max followed my lead, removing his top and jumping in the sea after me.

We kept following each other around the yacht, going around it and just relaxing in the sea. When I felt that the sun was burning me more as I was in the water, I decided to get out and reapply my sunscreen. Max followed, obviously.

“Let me apply sunscreen on you too.” Max shook his head.

“That’s for weak people.” He said like a little kid.

“it’s protecting you from getting skin cancer and from getting wrinkles, stop being so stubborn.”

He’s given in after minutes of arguing.

“I deserve unlimited blowjobs for this.”

I laugh. “Sorry for not wanting you to get skin cancer, I assume I will have to just make sure your…” My words did not come out after that. I was not used to talk like that.

“You need to make sure to what? Get your words out, Celine. You’re old enough to tell me you will suck my dick.”

I rolled my eyes. “It’s not about being old enough but I don’t talk like that.”

“Talk to me like that, Celine.” His voice was lower, almost like a whisper, tempting, seductive, and the way he said my name was just pure danger. This man knew how to make me want him, but he wasn’t like the other guys, he wouldn’t just lure you in with nice words, with kisses, no, he would play with your mind, he would make you think you’re in control until he shows you he was controlling the situation the whole time.

I took his hand and lead the way to the downstairs part of the yacht where there was a sitting area that could be extended to be made into a bed, a table. With a towel around me I sit down on the sofa, Max comes next to me and he takes his phone from the table.

He looks panicked as he looks at the notifications.

“No, this is impossible.” Max says.

“What is impossible?”

“There are pictures of us kissing on the yacht.” I take the phone, thinking he is just making a joke but as soon as I take it I realise it’s true. The pictures are low quality, taken from afar but you can tell that it’s us, there is no way that we could lie.

“Fuck. This is bad. It’s not even been a day of us dating and there are already pictures.”

“Well, we will just come out and say we are dating and that’s it.” Max says, almost no worry in his voice or face.

“Max, did you even listen to me earlier? I don’t want this. I don’t want to be the girlfriend of Max Verstappen.”

“Celine, when you accepted this morning to be my girlfriend, that’s exactly what you are. The girlfriend of Max Verstappen.”

“You know what I mean. I don’t want to be just your girlfriend, people thinking I am where I am because I fucked you or something like that.” I was getting angrier as I saw Max not caring at all.

“Why do you have to worry about that so much? What people think is their problem. It’s us in this relationship. It would’ve happened at some point. What if we work out and wanna get married? Are we gonna hide that too?” Max was starting to seem more annoyed, but he was still calm.

“I don’t know. I haven’t had time to think about that. I am a PR person for fuck sake, Max. Obviously I care about our public image.”

“So you prefer for us to break up and be just Max and the PR person than actually come out as a couple, right?” Max was now annoyed and I could tell.

"I don't know, Max. Let's get back so I can try to resolve this mess."

"I doesn't have to be a mess, just simply a way to say we like each other and we are dating." He said, again too calm for me to even be able to hold any patience inside me.

"For you it's simple. You are the more famous person and no one would think you are fucking me because it benefits you, but for me? I just seem like a slut wanting something more. Please let's just go back and think this through properly."

Max nodded and went up and started the yacht. What was supposed to be a nice day transformed into a nightmare quickly. Especially when people need to follow other people everywhere.

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The weekend of firsts

Okay, so I saw an interview with Checo today and got inspired, so I decided to write another fic, hope you enjoy it!

Pairing: Checo Perez x Reader

Warnings: it's long, it's fluff, mentions of crash

English is still not my first language so please be kind. 🥺

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The 2020 Sakhir GP was everything, but normal. First of all, it was a double header that weekend, which equaled double work, double effort, so you were exhausted just thinking of it.

You tried to do your best and perform on the highest level as the presenter of your local sports channel, but the first challenge came, when that horrible crash happened with Grosjean. The whole track went silent for such a long time, it felt like forever. You were absolutely terrified and shocked, but you had to keep it together because you had a job to do. Fortunately Grosjean was fine, but everyone knew that it was a miracle that he survived at all.

During the red flag you met some of the drivers, but this time you didn't ask anything, just wandering around with your cameraman shooting some scenes for your report and trying to forget what happened just minutes before.

You also met him during your walk, but you two just sadly waved at each other from afar. You had admit that you started to like him more than the rest of the grid. You liked all the drivers of course, but he was just...different. He always had something nice to say to you, even if he doesn't really like the media stuff, and also stayed there with you for a few more minutes when he could ask some questions about you, or just to know how are you doing.

That's one of the reasons why you were devastated when you heard the news that he will lose his seat for next year at Racing Point and probably in Formula 1 too. You were angry about it - more than you should have - but you couldn't do anything just to try cheer him up (and yourself) a little bit, most of the time with horrible jokes, which he actually laughed at everytime, so you could be satisfied with yourself.

This time however there was nothing to laugh about. The race had a restart, which was going well, but Checo had a DNF so it was just going downhill from that point. He arrived at the media pen soon after he got out of the car, and for your surprise he was directly heading towards you, ignoring all the bigger channels' journalists, which apparently surprised them too. You nudged your cameraman, cleared your throat to ask your questions, but as soon as you saw how mad and dissapointed he was, you just wanted to hug him and tell him, that everything's gonna be okay. But that would be very unprofessional of course.

"Checo, so sorry for what happened, but I have to ask, how do you feel right now?"

"Well, obviously it's really unfortunate, not just for me, but for the whole team."

"Do you think you could've finish on the podium today, if you were able to continue?"

"Yeah, definitely, we had the pace the whole weekend, so I think the podium was possible for me, even a win too."

You were smiling at him for the whole time to calm his nerves a little bit, and it worked, because his features softened a little bit, at least what you saw with a mask on his face. You just saw his eyes and god they're beautiful.

"Will you try again next week and go for the win?"

"Do you want me to?" He leaned onto the barrier between the two of you and looked directly in your eyes.

What?

"Well... of course it would be an exciting race if you could fight for the win."

"I can do that if you promise you will root for me."

What is he doing? He probably got hit on the head.

"I'm just rooting for an exciting and safe race, and we will see what happens. Anyway, good luck for tomorrow."

"Thank you Y/N."

This is the first time you are grateful for the mask because you blushing like hell. He never said anything like this before, it could be the adrenaline, or maybe he just tried to cover his anger, you don't want to see anything into this.

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After last weeks' events you were exhausted, but also can't stop thinking about what Checo said to you. You would be lying to yourself if you said that you didn't liked that, in fact you would be more than happy to play along if there were no cameras. However, you didn't have time for these kind of thoughts during the day, because it was really busy with all the coverage from the track and the interviews.

You were of course rooting for Checo in secret, hoping that he will finally get his maiden win, because you wanted to see him happy and smile again and also you wanted RP to regret letting him go. Things were already going wrong in the first lap of the race, which you couldn't believe. Checo got kicked out by Charles and had to box to change his front wing which dropped him to the last place of the grid. You were already thinking about plans to comfort him after the race (including some inappropriate thoughts, but you reminded yourself that you needed your job), but the next thing you know he was going through the grid like a rocket and soon he was in 3rd place.

What happened at Mercedes was a huge mess, and you felt for them, especially for George, but this fuck up meant that Checo was leading the race. Just the thought of the fact that he can actually win this race blew up your mind, but it became more and more possible with every lap and you started to actually root for him, screaming and jumping up and down as you watched him driving in front of everyone.

Finally there was the chequered flag and he crossed the line, winning the Sakhir GP with team that abandoned him. You heard him crying over the radio and you couldn't help yourself but cry too, tears coming down your cheeks, you were so happy and proud of him. You wanted to go to the podium ceremony to hug and kiss him, because yeah... that's what you really wanted deep inside of you, but unfortunately you had a job to do.

You were more than excited to see him arriving at the media pen as the winner, and he didn't dissapoint you, he was almost running towards you, you could tell he was over the moon.

"Checo, congratulation to you, what a race! You did an amazing job today, falling back to P18 and now you standing here as the driver of the day."

"Yeah it was tough at the beginning, I thought I'm out of this race and have no chance to win or even finish on the podium."

"I can see it in your eyes that you're obviously really happy, but I expected more, maybe a little victory dance or something."

He started to laugh at your words, which made your heart melt.

"Actually, I still can't believe that I won, it feels like a dream, maybe I am in fact dreaming."

"No, you're not, if I could pinch you, I would do that to make you believe."

Suddenly he held out his arm to you.

"Please do it, so I can believe."

You were a little surprised at his action, but you grabbed his hand and pinched him hard. You cannot describe how good it was to touch him, but you had to stay focused.

"So? Is it okay now?"

"It is, thank you, glad you're really here and not just in my dreams." Oh no, he didn't. "Hope you were rooting for me." Yes. "Maybe you're my lucky charm."

"...Well, we will find out that on the next race. Congratulations again, you really deserved it. Enjoy your party tonight."

"Thank you, I will." He winked at you and he didn't go away to give his next interview, which was odd. Instead, he moved closer and started to talk to you.

"I was thinking, maybe you could join me tonight. I'm really grateful for you, because you always cheered me up even when things went really bad and I just want to thank you in some kind of way."

"Checo you're really kind, but there's no need to thank me, I'm just doing my job."

You obviously doing more than your job when it comes to him.

"Is it your job to comfort me, and look at me the way you do?"

Shit.

"Y/N, I can see how you look at me, and if I see that right, then I just wanted to tell you that I feel the same. So I would be really happy if you could be by my side tonight."

Oh my god.

"Checo, I'm... Look. The truth is that yeah, I really enjoyed every second of our little interactions, and what you said today and yesterday it made me feel good. I loved it honestly. I would gladly go out with you tonight, but it would be really suspicious, especially after those comments of yours and I don't wanna lose my job."

"I totally understand you, and I don't wanna get you in trouble. But you know me enough to know that I won't give up on this. I want to celebrate and share my happiness with you, and if it means that we have to do it in secret, I don't mind it. In fact maybe that would be much better."

You just stared at him, not a single idea what to answer. You wanted this too. You longed for his company, and even for more than that, if you want to be honest. Don't know when you started feeling like this for him, but you did.

"I will not leave until you say something and that will be suspicious."

Oh fuck, he's right you were talking for too long, the other journalists already looking at you questioningly.

"Okay, fine. I will send you my number, and call me tomorrow. I guess we need to find a solution for this."

You acted like you were forced to agree, but in reality, you wanted to kiss him right now, in front of everyone. What a headline that would be.

"You don't know how happy I am right now." His eyes were smiling at you.

"Believe me, I can imagine." You smiled back to him.

"Talk to you tomorrow then. I can't wait." And with that he took off to give the other reporters what they want.

You started to feel butterflies in your stomach, and you knew immediately you were in big trouble indeed.