#Felipe Drugovich x Reader

[starkwlkr]

bf stealer | felipe drugovich

faceclaim maude apatow

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y/nvettel y/n around the world

5vettel5 with who?👀

sebsvettels why are the vettel’s so cool?

felipedrugovich another day of being a personal photographer and not getting credit

dannyricbitch ARE WE JUST GOING TO IGNORE THIS??-?3?:?:$

y/vettel has added to their story

felipedrugovich has added to their story

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y/nvettel guess who’s a boyfriend stealer? I’ll give you a hint: his name starts with s 😐

sebastianvettel that could be anyone

felipedrugovich it’s not what you think i promise

y/nvettel I’m leaving and I’m taking the cats with me

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f1girlies i just met felipe and y/n just FaceTimed him right when he was about to take a selfie with me 😭 she even said hi to me and showed the cats i love this couple so much 😩

y/nvettel it was lovely to meet you! sorry for interrupting 😬

f1girlies don’t be sorry! hopefully we meet irl too!

schumacherszmivk imagine meeting felipe and y/n (even though it was facetime)

f1girlies his reaction to the call was cute and funny 😭 when he saw it was y/n calling he said “oh it’s the missus, i have to take this or else I’ll have to sleep on the couch” and then accepted the call then y/n noticed he was meeting fans so she quickly apologized to us and showed the cats as a sorry

lucyf1 aw you got to see sylvie and evie 😭 we need more cat content from y/n and felipe

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[clonefrce99]

Life on its form

Any driver x fem!ooc (only mentioned as she)

WARNINGS: driver dies, there are references to depression (mentions of giving up). HEAVILY ANGST - if you find something else, let me know.

Also there's probably some grammar mistakes here and there.

A/N: it's the saddest thing i've written in a year but I couldn't waste the idea. Hope you enjoy :)

From books to movies, love seems to be this enormous thing that works like missing pieces from a puzzle.

Love is supposed to fulfill the empty spaces.

And is very common to hear people say: “It takes effort, and sometimes it’s tiring. But it’s worth it.”

So, during every single relationship, she tried. She tried her best to make it work – because that’s what it takes, right? To some she was loud, to others she was more of an introverted. Fun but not funny, you know? At one point, to one of her partners, she was just enough. She never got too angry or too sad or too happy.

Her partner loved when their friends talked about her. About how good she was, how they wished their own partners were like that. She never complained when he went out with his buddies, wasn't jealous when he got too close to another woman. She was a good girl. His good girl.

It was tiring. But… love requires that. You need to give to receive. And they were good. They were also enough to her. Even when they got mad, like mad-mad, everything was just fine.

For four whole months, they had planned this trip to enjoy the always so beautiful and fun European summer. When the day arrived, they simply said she should go alone, that they weren't on the mood and would be a terrible company. And, on top of all that, they said:

"You should go alone, make friends. It's gonna be good for you. For us, you know? To be apart."

Great. She thought. That clearly meant the relationship wasn't on its best moment. Ups and downs (even though it was more downs than ups). That’s what relationships are made of. No need to think any deeper.

So was right there, on that small country on the northen coast of the Mediterranean Sea, that she learned that love is actually simple and effortless. It comes, stays and requires nothing.

He taught her that. All he wanted from her was sweet nothing.

What was supposed to be a four week trip, became two months. And then three. Between somewhere here and there, she texted her now ex to let them know she wasn't coming back.

All her friends and family thought she had lost it. Who ends a three years relationship because of some random person they just met? They truly thought she had gone mad (to which she responded: yes! Madly in love!).

Was after a great night where they lived, laughed and loved, that he told her he was a Formula 1 driver. She imediatly wanted to cry. Not because of fear of everything being too much, or because he started to ramble about his plans with his ever so excited smile.

She cried because, for the first time in a long time, she felt safe. It didn't matter what would happen, if he was famous, if she would need to deal with all types of people.

He had her. She had him. Nothing else mattered.

When they had to leave the little world they had created during those months and go back to reality, all they felt was deep and raw love.

And then the months became a year. Then a year and a half. And then two years. And then they were living together. What started with a small space on his drawer, became a full section on his closet.

When routine started to catch up, during times where her work demanded more and so did his, with more and more races being add to the calendar, they decided to create a sort of system. Something silly. Something them.

They downloaded some apps for couples, so when they couldn't be together, they could still do things together. Their favourite was one where they could draw. Also, at the end of each day, they would write down to each other those detailed text messages talking about all things.

He also started to leave notes on the pockets of her clothing before leaving. Sometimes he would write poetry, something to make her laugh, or some sort of reminder of how much he loved her. He also loved to leave things with the notes: small gifts, from jewelry to chocolate.

No matter what happened, she knew it would always have something.

But it’s been three months since his accident. Three months she hadn’t found a note, the drawing app widget is nothing more than a white empty board and there is no more detailed messages.

She hadn’t attended the race that weekend, having too much work to do. They did made plans for going to this fancy restaurant he always wanted to try, though. Such a shame they never made it.

Would be a lie to say she remembers much from the days after the news. Actually, she barely remember the day itself. She knows she was the first to get to the hospital, that she was the one to call the family (both hers and his), and then talk with the team.

Some said they were sorry, some tried to find something to blame trying hard to sooth the situation.

But that was life on its form.

Even if it had someone or something to blame, what difference would make? He wasn’t coming back. She wouldn’t hear his laugh anymore, or his tantrums, or his rambling. She would never see again the way he used to lean against every surface he could, or how bad he was at hiding his emotions.

She would never touch him again.

And grief it’s different to every person. There’s no right or wrong way to feel it – as her therapist said. People feel what they feel when they feel and there's nothing you can do to change that.

She accepted easily, better than she thought she would, at least. She did got depressed on the first days, of course, but she kept on going. Always foward.

For first week of her work vacation, she went to her family house. No one dared to say anything. She was laughing, going out with old friends - what was surprising, considering they were sure she would give up.

But that's something she could never do.

She does have something to live for. The memories of every single moment they had together, good or bad, are worth living for.

Now it's been two days since she came back. The apartment is so quiet she allows herself to wonder why she didn't cried yet. From the balcony, she sees the sun making its way towards the line where the sky mets the sea. In a few minutes, it'll also be gone.

She smiles. Once, her therapist asked her "in one word, and just one, describe your love and why"

She answered that their love was just like the ocean. Not because it's unstable or deep, as some people say. She chose the ocean because it's endless and most likely, it won't ever go away. Now thinking better, she should've had chosen waves instead of ocean: always moving, always coming and going but never dissipating completely.

And that’s what their love is: something that will never just go. Now, some days she feels more, some days she feels less. But it’s there.

With this thought, she decides to change her clothes and do something she's been doing her best to avoid: to wear the last cardigan he bought. It was during that week, it came inside of a beautiful box and he had smiled saying, "i have great plans for this one".

Making her way to the small beach in front of their building, she takes a deep breath and fels that stupid feeling again. The one that puts her on the edge of something that never comes no matter how hard she tries. As if there's something waiting right around the corner.

The sky is now a mix of purple, pink and orange. It's beautiful. The wind becomes cold while she just stands there, feeling the sand wrap her feet. The waves crash, coming and going and then coming again.

It's when a bird flies too close to her that she puts her hands on both pockets. A reflex. Something so normal but that means a lot, specially when she feels one of her hands brush against something.

And there it is. She finally went over the edge, finally saw what is around the corner. Her eyes gets watery, she can feel tears falling down her cheeks and sees the wet dots being created on the sand. She laughs. Suddenly life is less heavy.

Her body almost gives in, but she manages to sit properly. With another deep breath, she sees what he left for her.

Two years ago, during a race week on the US, they managed to scape go to Santa Monica. He insisted on going to the photo booth and she hated every single one of the pictures. He told her to chose one to keep, the others could go.

And he carried that one with him everywhere. Either on his wallet or inside of his helmet.

And now the picture is on her hand, wrapped in a small paper. She's sure it was already there when he gave it to her, and when he kissed her goodbye for the last time.

On his crap handwriting, was written: a memory for you to keep until I come back.

Seing the sun finally disappear and the moon rise on the other side, she reliases she created another memory for her to keep on living for.

[httpsuniverse]

LOW, LOW, LOWKEY

— relationship reveal/private but not secret relationship with clement novalak, dennis hauger, felipe drugovich, marcus armstrong & pato o’ward

a/n: again, like baby reveal 📸 ig au under this post will have their own stories (which i don’t know when will be posted lol) thought of its theme after i posted baby reveal and now here it is! it took me awhile cuz... uni 💀 anyway, enjoy!

this work is purely fictional. names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. © newuniverse, 2023.

clementnovalak

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clementnovalak i am a wine and dine type of guy 😉 (stay tuned for the next episode of clem’s wine corner!)

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marcusarmstrong are you really? 🤨

jamesharveyblair lookin’ dapper, mate!

yourusername 🥰🫶

fan1 THSI IS CRAZY 📸

fan2 his girlfriend FINALLY liking and commenting on his account???

fan3 war (that ep of sm where clem whined bc his gf doesnt like/comment on his posts often) IS OVEEEERRRR

dennis_hauger

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dennies_hauger my gym buddy 💪🫶

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yourbffsusername is that who i think it is? 🤭

dennis_hauger 🤫🤫

yourusername 🍑🍑🍑

fan1 BABES GET UR ASS UP ,, DENNIS HARD LAUNCHING!! fan2

felipedrugovich

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felipedrugovich quem é o motorista muito melhor? [who’s the much better driver?

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yourusername you may be an f2 champion, but let’s agree that i drive better than you 😋

felipedrugovich let’s just agree to disagree

fan1 i wake up fine today and see that felipe’s revealed his girlfriend... i will be taking a bath with my toaster today, thank you very much

fan2 what a good day to sleep on the highway

fan3 the replies 💀

marcusarmstrong

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marcusarmstrong a friendly reminder to drink water. also, note to self, bring enough water on the next ride because my girl won’t share hers!

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clementnovalak your fault for not bringing enough water

yourusername THAT’S WHAT I’VE BEEN SAYING

marcusarmstrong stop ganging up on me 😒

fan1 all this time marcus has a girlfriend and not any of u fake ass bitches told me 😤 fan2 fan3

fan2 I SWEAR I THOUGHT MY INSTINCTS WERE WRONG

fan3 i thought u already knew 😭 they’re cute though, private but not a secret type of relationship 😭

patriciooward

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patriciooward pato y y/n en el agua 🌊 [pato and y/n in the water 🌊]

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elbaoward enjoy you lovebirds! 🫶

yourusername should’ve let me drive the jetski when you had the chance 😒

patriciooward there’s always a next time! 😂

fan1 elba calls them lovebirds 🥹 after months of pato just smiling every time someone asks if he’s dating someone

fan2 god when will it be my turn

[bad268]

hi I was wondering if you could do a fluff w felipe, where reader is a 02 leclerc, and the whole grid knows that reader has a crush on felipe and felipe on the reader EXCEPT the leclerc boys. one day reader is rambling about school and felipe stares at her lips and eventually leading to kissing (maybe when they kiss you could add like the reader nervously pushing felipes face away w her palm bc she’s nervous, but they kiss) it’s ok if you don’t want to though

Why Are We Killing Clem? (Felipe Drugovich X Leclerc! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 1

Requested: Clearly (I loved this, I hope you do too <3) Also, yall please vote on this POV poll

Warnings: none.

POV: First Person (I/me)

W.C. 1003

Summary: Overprotective brothers and crushes aren't a good mix.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Pinterest)

I am a pretty open book, any of my friends will tell you that. That’s not to say that subtle isn’t my middle name; it is and I can keep a secret when I need to. I just have nothing to hide.

So that might be a lie.

When you have three overprotective older brothers, it’s only normal to fib a little. Like if I had broken that plate or if I borrowed/stole a hoodie or if I liked anyone. Especially when it came to people I liked. Especially if that hypothetical person I liked was also a racing driver. Especially if that hypothetical person was a racing driver for another team. Especially if that hypothetical person was Felipe Drugovich.

Hence why I don’t say anything to them. I would never be allowed to go to a race again! If they knew that I had a crush on Felipe, I would never be allowed out of their sight on race weekends. As far as they are aware, he is just my best friend, and until I see a clear sign that he likes me back, it will stay that way.

I found out from a few of my F2 friends that they were heading to the next race early to hang out and party before getting back to work since there was a gap week, and it took a little (a lot) of begging before I was allowed to join them. Granted, I am old enough to make my own decisions, but I travel with Charles. It just seemed like the nice thing to do. 

During this week, I still had online classes, so I needed to work around my academic obligations when it came to having fun with my friends. One day, in particular, I had an essay to work on, so I brought my computer since the plan was to hang out at the hotel’s pool.

I sat off to the side, typing away while most of my friends played volleyball in the pool. I was not too far away, just enough so the water being splashed between teams would not destroy my laptop.

“Are you going to join the game?” A voice asked, causing me to look up and see Felipe standing beside me. He took a seat toward the end of the lounge chair I was on as he looked at my screen, seeing how far I was. He noticed I was not anywhere close to being done, but something caught his eye, so he asked about it. “What are you working on?”

“An essay for my English class,” I did not delve into it, thinking he would not care. “I decided to relate it to one of the topics in my major since we could choose the topic.”

“Is there a reason you’re being vague?” He joked, leaning forward to read a little bit of the paper. “I’m interested in what you’re doing.”

“You’re just saying that because you don't want to get in the water, and I’m the only one that’s sitting on the deck,” I chuckled nervously. Felipe and I were never this close when we were alone. Even if our friends were not that far away, they were too busy with the game to notice anything happening between us. “You don't have to pretend you’re interested in my academics.”

“Who said I was faking it?” He feigned hurt as he put a hand to his chest. “I’m offended you think so little of me.”

“You are the least offended person I know,” I laughed, setting my laptop aside. “You are the most laid-back, chill person ever. There is no way this offends you.”

“You always listen to me rant about racing. Maybe I want to hear you rant about your interests,” Felipe whispers. “You always give your opinions on the race or our strategies, but we never talk about what you like. Now, we have the chance, and I’m all yours.”

I don’t know if it was the general sincereness of someone being interested in my life or the fact that it was Felipe, but I started rambling. I explained the entire timeline of the topic I chose, going off on tangents as I did so, and throughout the entire spiel, he remained interested. He nodded along, and even provided his own input here and there but left most of the discussion up to me. He also helped me figure out a subtopic I could use for my paper. Maybe I really just needed to talk it out with someone, so I was super appreciative of him.

Felipe, on the other hand, found it endearing. He didn’t even think before he leaned forward, and in the middle of my sentence, he placed his lips on mine. At first, I froze and tried to push him away until I realized.

This is the guy I have been pinning after for who knows how long, and now, he is kissing me.

I moved my hands from his chest to wrap around his neck as I closed my eyes and kissed him back, leaning into his body. It was just like I thought it would be, fireworks exploding between us. It was just us, no one else.

“I’m telling Arthur!” That French fucker.

“Clem, I will kill you!” I shouted as I laughed in embarrassment, knowing that all of our friends just witnessed our first kiss. I leaned against Felipe’s shoulder as we both looked over at our friends who were mocking us until the sound of the pool gate distracted some of them.

“Why are we killing Clem?” A voice I immediately recognized as Arthur said as he walked through the gates to the pool area. My eyes grew wide as I jumped away from Felipe, but by then, I knew he already saw us. He looked confused as he came into my line of sight before pointing at us. “And why are you and Felipe so red? Don’t lie to us.”

“I am so dead.”

~~~~~

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[mignonricciardo]

a helping hand | fd11

I’m making it my mission to become the premiere felipe drugovich account and feed everyone!!! this comes from a completely self-indulgent place (and on a few asks in my inbox rn with drugo thoughts)

summary: a certain conversation with your best friend leads to him teaching you some things he learned on the road (5.2k words)

warnings: friends-to-lovers, mostly smut, so much praise, mutual masturbation, handjob, cursing, terms of endearment

“Will you ever let me repay you for letting me stay here?” Felipe says from the couch, legs tucked beneath him as he searches for something on the television. 

“There’s really no need to repay me, Felipe,” I answer, reaching to put groceries away on the top shelf. “I’d be staying here alone, so it’s nice to have you here when you’re in town for the team.”

“This is so much better than a hotel,” he smiles, leaning into the couch as he settles on playing music from the television. 

“I’m glad you like my tiny apartment more than the nice hotel Aston Martin was going to get you,” I laugh, still reaching for the top shelf. 

Music starts from the television, a slower bass thumping from the speakers as Drake’s voice rings clear in the apartment. I laugh as Felipe sings along quietly to the rapper’s new album, turning to look at him as his voice grows louder as he comes toward me in the kitchen. He plucks the flour bag from my hands, placing it on the shelf I had been reaching for. His chest brushes my back as he tips forward to leave the product before leaning back against the counter. 

“All you had to do was ask,” he laughs quietly as I keep sorting through groceries.

“You don’t like watching me struggle?” I throw at him, grinning as he scoffs. 

He crosses his arms across his chest, “Only sometimes. Consider that part of my thanks for letting me stay.”

I sigh, “How many times have I told you that you don’t need to thank me? I like having you here. I get to spend time with my best friend and not have to be home alone.”

“I hate crashing your place, though,” he shrugs his shoulders. “I feel like I’m disrupting all your plans when I can only give you a few days notice.”

I turn to face him, mirroring his stance as I lean against the sink and cross my arms over my chest, “What plans would you be interrupting?”

His cheeks tinge pink as he clears his throat, “I don’t know. A date? Bringing a guy over? Maybe a secret situationship you haven’t told me about?”

I can’t help the obnoxious laughter that rips free from my chest. Tears are welling in my eyes I'm laughing so hard, and I’m clutching my stomach as I double over with my back pressed into the counter’s lip. Felipe looks dumbfounded when I stand back up, baffled by my reaction.

“You think I even have anyone to bring over?” I wipe my eyes and can’t contain the grin on my face. “That’s cute, Felipe, but no. I promise you are not interrupting my nonexistent sex life.”

“Seriously? No one?” he asks incredulously, eyebrows raised and head tipped to the side. 

“Seriously,” I nod my head, turning back toward the groceries still sitting on my counter. “I like it this way right now, though. There’s a lot going on, and I’m so busy I don’t really have time for someone.”

“Not even a hookup?” he asks.

I shake my head, “You know that doesn’t work for me, Felipe. I need something a little deeper than a casual hookup.”

He makes another comment to himself, and we settle back into a comfortable silence as he helps me finish putting away groceries. I tackle the fridge while he places stuff on my shelves, listening to my direction when he isn’t sure where I keep things. There’s a nagging feeling deep in my gut—an ever present reminder of my lack of physical touch as of late. I brush it off, noting that I should get back on a dating site just to test the waters. Settled on the couch, Felipe is still singing along to Drake’s new album as we both scroll on our phones. This setting—a comfortable silence that we could spend hours in—is why we’re such good friends. We’re rarely looking for the hustle and bustle of our other friends. When Felipe restarts the album on the television, I can’t help but let my curiosity get the best of me.

“Do you do casual?” I ask quietly.

He stops singing as he looks up from his phone to meet my eyes. He shrugs his shoulders softly, “I have. It’s not really for me, either. Sometimes it’s the only realistic option, though.”

I grin when he reveals this information, “So is there someone on the road? Maybe a torrid paddock love affair?”

He clutches his sides as he laughs, eyes squinting shut as he leans back into the arm of the coach across from me, “You’ve been watching too much Netflix, querida.” 

I swoon at how his voice changes when he speaks Portuguese, always loving his use of the language, and I laugh at his comment, “It’s not so crazy to think, Felipe! You’re this young, successful driver who, by the way, is Brazilian. You speak multiple languages, you’re handsome, you’ve got amazing curls when you let your hair grow long enough. You’re like a full package, no? You’re sweet, love a day at home. It helps that you’re tall, too. Plus, your voice is deep. I know so many girls who would do anything to be with you.”

Felipe is laughing at my comment, but his cheeks are flushed from the onslaught of compliments I just sent his way. I continue as he’s clutching his sides, “I’m just saying! I find it hard to believe you aren’t seeing anyone while you’re traveling or going to these fancy events with an F1 team.”

“Believe it,” he says, stretching his legs out on the couch. “A hand is enough.”

I gasp at his comment, feeling my ears turn blood red and heat rush to my face, “You’re disgusting!”

He’s doubled over in laughter, “You’re the one who was bringing it up!”

“I didn’t ask for details!” I brush my hair back and fan my face. 

He grins at my red cheeks, “Just because you’re not seeing someone doesn’t mean you don’t have to finish. You do know that’s alright, yeah?”

I screech as I cover my ears, “Alright, that’s enough! You still want dinner? I’ll start baking dessert now.”

He’s still laughing as I fly toward the kitchen, “You know I’m right!”

I begin prepping things for dinner, grateful to get my mind off anything other than Felipe and I’s earlier conversation. I’d been jumpy around the conversation of sex in any capacity—a clear indicator I needed to do something soon about my pent up frustration. I huff as I tuck hair behind my ears, unsure if it’s warm in the kitchen or I’m still worked up from the conversation on the couch. The silence is comfortable as music continues playing, and Felipe sings along quietly as he scrolls on his phone. I’m reaching for the bag of flour on the top shelf, pushed a few centimeters too far back that my fingers just brush the outside of the bag. I fall back from my tiptoes as I admit defeat.

“Felipe, will you help me? I can’t reach the flour.”

“Finally you’re listening! Good girl,” he grins, jumping off the couch to help me. He’s smiling as he walks over, reaching for the flour from the shelf. I’m staring dumbly, eyes wide and jaw slack as his words echo in my head. Good girl. He doesn’t notice my dumb stare as he sets it on the counter. “Was it so hard asking for help?”

“Thanks,” I manage to get out, staring at the bag the entire time and refusing to look into his eyes. 

My hands are trembling as I open the bag, fumbling with the sealed lip. He notices it, taking the bag from me to open it. I try to protest, but I send the measuring cups crashing to the floor with my shaking hands. He helps me gather them.

“Are you okay?” he asks gently, brows furrowed as he towers over me in front of the oven. “You’re acting nervous.”

“I’m fine. I just-” 

My words stop, and I just look at him. My hands fidget with the measuring cups, eyes darting to look at the red cups before meeting his eyes. He looks confused, running a hand through his shorter hair and staring at me.

“I’m just a little frustrated, Felipe,” I say quietly, turning to the sink to wash the measuring cups. “Our conversation from earlier made me realize how long it’s been.”

He smiles softly, relaxing into the edge of the counter, “That’s okay, querida. I haven’t been with anyone since right before the season, but-”

“No, Felipe,” I mutter, face burning red as I turn to him and shut off the water. “It’s been a year since I’ve even done anything.”

He stares at me blankly, and his eyes transform to wide saucers as his mouth falls open, “You mean you haven’t even touched yourself?”

My face feels like it’s on fire, and I groan as I tip my head back, “Yes, Felipe, I haven’t even done that! I’ve just—I don’t know, I haven't been able to get there. I’ve been distracted and pent up, and then you just said good girl and I-”

“You like being called that?” he says, cutting me off as a grin takes root on his face. “I’m learning so much about you today. You haven’t even cum in a year, you like being called a good girl-”

“Felipe!” I scold him, face still burning. “Can we please not talk about this?”

“Why, querida?” his voice is quieter, and the rasp in his tone makes my head spin. “You don’t have to be embarrassed.”

“I’m not embarrassed. I just-” I spin to face him, and I’m suddenly hyper aware of how close he is. Did he always tower over me like this? Did his cologne always smell this good? I take a steadying breath as I shake my head to try to find some clarity. He waits for me to continue, hand resting on the countertop next to the long-forgotten bag of flour. My voice is quiet as I continue, “I have tried, but I just can’t get there. It’s like I have a mental block or something.”

He hesitates for a moment, biting his lip before he speaks, “Do you want help?”

“What?” I stare at him dumbfounded. 

He’s close to me now, chewing the inside of his lip, and he pushes the bag of flour back from the ledge of the counter. Both of us are suddenly breathing heavier—when did it get hot in here? Felipe’s voice is low as he talks.

“Do you want help? Pointers, maybe,” he whispers. “I have to do this during the season, querida. I can tell you how.”

“Felipe, I-”

Did I want to? I can’t deny Felipe is attractive, but we’re best friends. Whatever this is—whatever he’s suggesting—isn’t what best friends do, but when he muttered good girl earlier or when his chest brushed my back as he put things on shelves for me, I couldn’t deny a part of me had wished it would happen again. 

“Use your words to tell me,” he says quietly.

My eyes flutter shut as I heave in a sharp breath. I can’t get his cologne out of my nose, and my brain wonders what his hands would feel like on my skin. Fuck, this isn’t supposed to happen. 

“We’re friends,” I whisper. “Friends don’t do this.”

“Maybe not, but you’re my best friend. We get to decide what that looks like,” he says, being sure to move no closer to me. “You deserve to let go of the frustration, linda. You deserve to feel good.”

There he goes again with soft spoken words and those terms of endearment that make me swoon. 

“I promise nothing has to change if we don’t want it to,” he continues. “This is entirely up to you, but I don’t want you to make a decision because of me or because you’re scared this changes. We don’t have to change.”

“We don’t?” I ask quietly.

He takes a careful step forward, fingers tucking a piece of hair behind my ear, and his brown eyes capture mine and fill me with a sense of ease, “We don’t.”

“And you’re sure?” I whisper, eyes still locked on him.

He smiles gently with a nod of his head, and he leans in toward my ear, “I’m positive. Do you want to know a secret?”

I nod my head, and he leans in closer so that I can feel his breath on my ear, “I’ve thought about what it’d be like to kiss you. Every time I’m here, I wonder what would happen if I just did it.”

“Felipe,” I breathe, leaning in toward him. 

“Sometimes, when I’m traveling and I can’t relax, I think of you, querida,” he whispers, fingers resting on the other side of my face. “I wonder what you feel like, the noises you make, what you like.”

My fingers clutch the countertop, suddenly overwhelmed by the feeling of Felipe all around me and his words weighing on my brain. He had thought of me?

“How will you help me?” I whisper.

“How do you want me to help you?” he responds, fingers brushing down my cheek and running beneath my jaw. 

My breath hitches as the burning path his fingertip leaves behind, “I want you to tell me what to do.”

“Before I can do that, I need you to tell me what you want exactly, linda,” he whispers. “You can say it. There’s no need to be embarrassed.”

“I want to cum,” I whisper, barely audible as something primal takes over.

“Good girl,” he grins, and a whimper falls from my lips. “Let’s go to your bedroom so you’re comfortable.”

Before I know it, Felipe is following me through the small apartment, our feet echoing down the hallway as I step into my bedroom. Is this happening? He asks if he can kiss me, and I nod my head gently. He rests one of his hands on my cheek, guiding us toward each other, and when our lips meet, my mind goes blank of anything besides him. I gingerly rest my hands around his neck, fingers burying into the short hair beginning to curl at the nape of his neck. Felipe is slow in letting the kiss build, letting me control the pace. I moan when our tongues meet, and I can feel his smile as he continues to kiss me. He moves to leave kisses across my jaw and my neck, and he chuckles quietly at my sharp breathing and stifled whimpers.

“You sound so pretty,” he whispers, and my fingers grip his shirt tightly. “Tell me, querida, why hasn’t it been working for you? What’s holding you back?”

“It’s like I lose focus. I-” I breathe in sharply as his teeth graze my neck. “I can get almost there, but then it disappears.”

“We’ll get you there, baby,” he whispers, and my knees nearly give way at his words. “When you’re ready, we’ll get you there.”

He continues his ministrations along my neck while his hands slip beneath my shirt to ghost fingers across my stomach and hips. He’s tantalizingly slow in his movements, laughing against my skin and grinning when I whimper for more or for him to hurry up. Just the feeling of his hands on my skin and the marks left by his lips have me teetering toward an edge I had missed for so long. 

“Felipe, please,” I whisper. “It’s been so long.”

“Let’s get you on the bed,” he grins, leaving one last kiss against my neck.

I climb onto the bed, sitting near the pillows with my back against the headboard. I pick at my fingers nervously, watching Felipe as he sits toward the foot of the bed. He leans on one of his arms, sinking into the mattress near my knee, and his eyes trace up my body. A haze clouds my brain and fills my senses with Felipe. My skin tingles still where his hands had touched me. With some gentle coaxing, he has me leaning back into the pillows, hips angled on the mattress as my hair fans out around me. I feel his fingers on my ankle, sliding up the fabric of my leggings before resting at the top of my exposed hip. Another whine of his name falls uncontrollably past my lips.

“You have to tell me what you want,” he whispers, grinning as my hips make circles searching for anything from him. “This is about you.”

“I want you to teach me,” I whisper. “Teach me to feel good.”

“Are you going to be good and listen to me?” he asks quietly, a large hand engulfing my hip. I nod my head wildly, another please falling from my lips, and he leans forward to press a kiss to my forehead, “Good girl. I know you’re going to, linda. Lift your hips for me.”

I follow his words without a single hesitation, and his deft fingers dip beneath the waistband of my leggings to pull them from my skin. He tugs the fabric down my legs gently, dropping it to the floor, and he inhales sharply through his nose when he returns back to face me. His eyes are focused on my hips, fascinated by the wet spot on my underwear, and the whine that falls from my lips brings his attention back to my face.

“You’re already so wet,” he grins, hand trailing from my knee to my thigh. “That’s good, baby. You’re good. So, so pretty.”

“Felipe, please, I’m going crazy. I-”

All my words stop as pleasure racks my body in ways I never thought possible. He’s pressing a single digit to my clit, and the sensation is almost enough to send me over the edge. My jaw is wide open as if I were gasping, but no noise or breath makes its way out of me. I’m utterly speechless and breathless—lost in the feeling of Felipe pressing a nimble finger against me. He makes a singular slow circle, dragging the wet fabric across my clit, and that’s when a high-pitched whine makes its way past my lips followed by a string of expletives. 

“You’re so sensitive, querida,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my stomach that nearly sends me over the edge with how close he is to my clit. “You never felt like this touching yourself?”

I shake my head, and he clicks his tongue against his teeth as he shakes his head, “That’s a shame, baby. You should be able to feel good whenever you want. You own your own pleasure.”

I’m lost as he continues his slow circles, and his words string together in my brain. My body reacts to his voice, relishing in the raspy tone filling the room. I’m begging him to take my underwear off before I realize it, and he laughs quietly at my desperate attempts to grind my hips further against his hand. 

“Can I see all of you?” he whispers, and I suddenly freeze as his fingers begin to lift the hem of my t-shirt. 

He waits for me to answer, and when I nod my head softly, he whispers thank you before gently pulling the shirt over my head. He removes my bra in the same careful fashion, groaning when my peaked nipples are revealed to him. I cross my arms across my chest, starting to squirm away from him because of how exposed I feel. 

“You’re so pretty,” he whispers, hands resting on my hips. “Don’t cover up around me, linda. You’re perfect.” 

He begins leaving kisses on my collarbone as my defenses drop, and he’s whispering compliments into my skin as his lips trail across my chest and shoulders. Felipe pays careful attention to his featherlight kisses while his fingers rub circles into my hips. By the time he has made it to the waistband of my underwear, I no longer feel exposed as my fingers curl into his hair. He gets confirmation before he gently tugs the fabric down my legs. A nagging thought in the back of my head screams about being naked in front of him, but I’m too caught up in pleasure to care. 

“Felipe, please touch me,” I groan. “Please, I want to cum.”

“You will, baby,” he whispers, pressing two fingers against me again as I gasp. “You’re going to do it, though. You need to be able to pleasure yourself before someone else can. I’ll be here talking you through it, but you need to know your own fingers.”

“Felipe,” I whimper his name as he grabs my hand, replacing his fingers with mine. 

I gasp at the change in sensation, his warm fingers replaced by my cold ones.

“Good girl,” he whispers, knowing the term will set me off as it had in the kitchen. “You listen to me so well—so eager to do what I tell you to do. I know you like it when I tell you how good you are.”

“I love it,” I choke out, finding a rhythm against my clit that has me clenching the duvet in my other hand. “Fuck, I love it.”

“Can you go a little faster for me, linda?” his hands are gripping my thighs, and it causes me to cry out as I pick up the pace. Obscene sounds fill the room as I feel the knot forming deep in my stomach, and Felipe speaks lowly as he does, “There you go. Good girl.”

“Can I touch you?” I gasp. “Please.”

He smiles softly, brushing hair back from my flushed face, “This is about you, though. Don’t worry about me.”

“I want to,” my voice is choked as the pleasure mounts, clouding my brain as I squeeze my eyes shut. “I want to feel you, Felipe. I want you to feel good, too. Let me do that.”

“Fuck,” he groans as he stands from the bed, and I stop rubbing my clit to watch him. He lifts his brows as he looks at me, hands hesitating at the waistband of his sweats, and I nod my head as a promise that this is something I want. He follows quickly, letting his sweats fall, and my eyes are met with the sight of his cock straining against the fabric of his boxers. He groans when he sees my expression—biting my lip and eyes wide as I unabashedly stare at him. I reach out toward him, fingers gently tracing along the cock as he gasps, and he lets me dip my fingers beneath the waistband to discard it on the floor. 

“You’re so pretty,” I whisper, fingers gently tracing along the veins and circling around the flushed pink head. “Felipe, you’re perfect.”

“Linda, I-” he groans. “Fuck, you’re so good.”

“How do you touch yourself?” I whisper, hand softly wrapping around him. 

He gasps as my hand grips him, “This isn’t about me. This is for you.”

“Will you show me?” I whisper, eyes cast toward his face as my fingers continue their slow movements on him. “I want you to feel good, too.”

“You want me to show you how I touch myself?” he asks quietly, voice raspy at the overwhelming feeling of my hand on him. 

I look fucked out already—cheeks flushed and chest heaving, hair wild and eyes lidded. Felipe agrees, settling at the foot of the bed across from me. We’re propped up across from each other, tipped toward our respective ends of the bed frame to watch the other, and a heavy silence hangs between us. His shorter hair is curling from the warmth in the room, small curls near his hairline, and he watches me with hooded eyes as my eyes trace his body. 

“Go ahead, baby,” he whispers, nodding toward me. “Spread your legs a little wider for me. There you go.”

I gasp as my fingers work circles against my clit, a part of me wishing they were his instead. Pleas and his name are falling from my lips in desperate whimpers, and they only grow in volume when I see his hand stroking his cock. He’s groaning as he does, breath hitching and gentle praise falling from his lips as he watches me. It’s a twisted game—watching the other get themselves off. Heat races up my spine as my legs shake, and I can feel the coil in my stomach tightening as my hips buck against my hand.

“Felipe, it’s not enough. Please,” I cry, any sense of shame out the window as I desperately search for something more.

“I’ve got you, querida. Keep going,” he groans, shifting on the bed as he abandons his own pleasure. 

His hand settles over mine on my clit, pressing down on my hand and slipping between my fingers for constant friction. I lose myself—legs spasming as I come crashing down. It takes me by surprise. When my fingers stop, he continues to draw out my climax, and I’m writhing on the bed as I whimper with one hand curling around his wrist. 

“So fucking pretty,” he rasps, fingers stilling but resting over my pussy. “I’m so proud of you. You did it, baby, even with a little help. You did so, so well.”

I’m just nodding my head dumbly, eyes shut as my hips grind slowly against his hand before stilling. My heart is pounding as blood pumps through me, and it feels like every part of my body is throbbing and heavy with exhaustion. He leans forward to leave kisses across my face and neck, gentle kisses as he whispers praise into my skin. It takes a while before my eyes crack open. 

“Felipe, you need to finish,” my voice is raspy as I start to sit up.

My legs are still shaking as I shift to a kneeling position, and his hands steady my hips while I move. Rough palms slide against my slick skin, and butterflies erupt at the warmth of the contact.

“I’m okay, love. This was about you,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Please, let me do this,” I whisper, hand gingerly reaching between his legs to brush against his head. “I want you to feel good. I want to know what you feel like, what you sound like.”

He groans loudly, letting a string of curse words from all his languages slip from his tongue. My hand grips him, sliding slowly up and down his cock to feel the velvety skin and protruding vein. I go no faster until he answers.

“Fuck, go ahead,” he rasps, eyes squeezing shut as he focuses on my warm palm around him. “We should’ve done this before now.”

He continues to let praise and comments slip past his lips, interrupted by cursing and sudden groans as my hand works faster up and down his cock. My thumb slips across his tip, smearing precum across the flushed skin, and I can’t help but moan at the sight of his hips bucking into my hand. When he whimpers faster, my wrist flexes as I work him, and I lean forward to leave kisses against his neck and jaw. His hips start to stutter as his thighs flex, and I already know he’s tipping over the edge before he chokes out a warning. White hot warmth lands on my skin, and I relish in the nosies he’s making—trying to commit them to memory before he stops. 

“Come here,” he whispers, fingers curling beneath my jaw and pulling my lips toward his. “You’re so good for me. You’re so beautiful.”

It’s soft and warm and full of gentle caresses, and I sigh into the kiss out of pure content. When he breaks away, he tells me he’ll be right back before disappearing into the bathroom. He returns with a washcloth in hand, and he whispers continued praise and compliments as he wipes my skin clean before turning to his own. 

“Felipe,” I whisper as his hands continue to knead my hips and thighs, easing some of the ache that had begun to set in my muscles. 

He shushes me, leaving soft kisses on my jaw and cheek, “We’ll talk about it, linda. I promise. Right now, just let me take care of you.”

I nod my head, letting him continue his lazy kisses and gentle squeezes. He kneads any tension from my body before letting me lay back on the bed. He follows suit, hair fanning out around his head as he wraps an arm around my waist. I curl into him, relishing the warmth of his bare skin against mine. We’re like puzzle pieces beneath the duvet—slotting together perfectly with legs tangles and cheek against his chest. We stay here for a while, talking about random things as we relish each other’s company. My stomach suddenly growls, interrupting our conversation as he laughs gently.

“You were making dinner, weren’t you? I’m sorry I pulled you away,” he laughs quietly, reaching toward the nightstand for his phone. “What do you want to eat? I’ll order something.”

“Dumplings,” I grin, tipping my chin on his chest to look up at him. “Thank you.”

He nods, brushing hair back from my face, “Anything for you.”

I listen as his phone is set back on the table, and I wait for him to look back toward me. He tips his eyebrows when our eyes meet, and his smile starts growing as he sees my grin. 

“What is it?” he asks, chuckling when my cheeks flush pink.

“Well, since you said anything,” my fingers crawls up his bare chest, brushing over a sprinkling of short hair. “I want you inside of me.”

His jaw drops open as he groans, but a laugh follows his reaction, “You’re really going to hold me to my words?”

I nod my head, “You’re the one who said I should know what it’s like to feel good.”

He hesitates for a moment, eyes searching my expression for any sign I may be lying. My eyes light up when a smile spreads deeper onto his face, and he sighs in defeat as he tosses his chin toward the phone. 

“Check when the delivery gets here,” he laughs, and I’m scrambling for the phone before he finishes.

“45 minutes,” I answer, throwing my leg over his hips. “Think that’s enough?”

He laughs as he nods his head, large hands sliding up the back of my thighs as his eyes follow my face, “Trying to make up for the last year?”

I nod my head, grinding a slow circle into his hips. He groans, and I feel his cock hardening beneath me again, “And then some.”

Felipe grins at my answer, using my hips as leverage to push me further against him, “That’s my girl. Always knowing what she wants.”

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hey babe 💕 hope your day is going well! if the idea clicks with you, here's a request! but, no worries if you don't vibe w/ it <3 anyways, would you be up to writing a felipe drugovich x fem!reader, where usually their sex is very sweet and lovey, and its good, but reader decide she wants to ask for something different. she sits down to talk to him all like "please don't take this wrong" and is super worried he'll hate the idea but she asks him to take it rough with her sometime and boy, he delivers 🫣 ( + spanking kink <3 )

My oh my...

Summary: felipe was sweet and lovely, but too much for your taste, so you decide to change things a bit - and he's into it.

Rating: +18

Warnings: explicit !!!! oral (f! and m! recieving), p with plot, unprotected s*x, spanking (kink), blindfold, maybe some mouth f*cking, praise kink. PURE FILFTH

Word count: 2.2k

Notes: it was supposed to be a drabble . it was supposed to be around 0.9k words. ended up a full one shot. i'm more impressed than you think .

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Their bodies were clinging together, his face was against your neck as he let out low moans. You had already reached your climax, and he was reaching his. He was mumbling incoherent things in Portuguese and you thought it was adorable.

His body crashed against the mattress and he held your hand, kissing it lightly, and you smiled and laid your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes and enjoying the rest. He was so sweet and caring, so different from the others.

Days later and there was something bothering you lately about having sex with him and you didn't know what it was, he was perfect, loving, took time with you and treated you like a princess, there was no reason to be picking on that. Since he was away for the first race of the season, you took that time to think about what was going wrong, what you felt was missing, not least because you always got there, always, often more than once.

Of course google was your source to understand what you might be feeling, because the love was there, the hard-on was there, what was missing?

And well, you found what you could possibly add. It wasn't that you had a missing piece, but a few things that could be added sometimes. Now came the hardest part, talking to him and seeing if he was okay with that. The biggest fear was that he would feel offended or even angry that you kept it from him and you didn't want to get to that point, of fighting over sex "issues".

You waited until he had the week's break between Bahrain and Jeddah. He arrived at your London apartment with the biggest smile on his face, hugging you and lifting you off the floor, filling your face with kisses.

"Eu estava com saudades!” (I've missed you.)

"I missed you too, Fe." As happy as you were, your nervousness was eating you up inside. "Drop your bags in your room and come, I made a special dinner for you."

"I'm curious." He hurriedly went to leave his suitcase in his room and quickly returned, already with slippers on his feet and without his sweatshirt.

"É... Um... I'm going to say this wrong, but... farofa de pinhão." You put it in a pot and handed it to him.

"You're the best, you know that, right?" He took a spoonful of the farofa and smiled when he tasted it. "Incredible."

You ate dinner, sitting on the couch with your legs curled up together. After a while, just listening to the background television and enjoying the moment together, he started paying more attention to you, sensing that maybe something was wrong, so at the same moment, you got up and took the pots to the kitchen, washing them while he followed you, leaning his body against the countertop, analysing your somewhat nervous movements.

When you finished cleaning the dishes, you took a deep breath and turned to him.

"We need to talk."

“Aham… Bedroom?” He was a bit startled by it, but he tried to take it as light as possible.

You walked to the bedroom and sat on the bed facing each other. You took his hands and placed them on your lap, taking a deep breath and looking at a fixed point behind him.

"First of all, love.... Please don’t take this wrong, okay?”

“Did I do something wrong, gatinha?” His worried voice made you even more nervous than you already were.

“Baby, no… Calm down and listen to me.”

“Okay. Sorry.”

“So… I love having sex with you, really, you’re the best guy I’ve ever been with, you care about what I’m feeling, it makes me cum every single time, it’s very sweet and it makes me feel so good…” You breathed in, squeezed his hands. “But sometimes I would like to do it more rough, you know? Like… You know, be rougher with me.” The tension on your body could be felt miles away. “If you’re not into it, it’s okay! I… Is it more of an idea? I’m sorry.”

“Ah. Uau.” His face expression was pure surprise, yet his smile did not lie, he was into it. “You don’t need to apologise, baby.” 

He pulled you to his lap, caressing your back and leaving small kisses on your shoulder.

“Don’t worry, okay?” You looked at him, feeling that guilt fade away.

“Okay.”

“I just didn’t know you were such a naughty girl…” He murmured, stealing a quick kiss before taking you off his lap and going to the bathroom.

……………………………………………………………

You had spent your Saturday afternoon with your girl friends, going to different cafés, going shopping - which resulted in a new green lingerie set, just for him. When you came back, the lights on the apartment were low. He was sitting down on the sofa watching a football match, only in his black Adidas training shorts, his legs and arms spreaded and you could see his bulge from afar. You left your bags on the floor and sat on the arm of the sofa, running your hands through his hair.

“Hi, love…” He looked up, smiling at you.

“Oi, bem.” (Hi, dear)

“I’m going to take a shower then what do you think about some coffee and pastries from the places I went with the girls?”

“Perfect. The match will be off soon.” His fingers travelled through your thigh.

“Be right back then. Love you.”

“Te amo.” (Love you)

You ran towards the bathroom, all giggly from how he was acting, it was so sexy to see him like that. Before you went to take your shower, you got the new lingerie set and the fancy body products he gave you a while back for valentine’s day. Maybe you stayed in the shower more than you planned, mostly because you wanted to be smelling good for him - and pretty. On top of the green set, you’ve put one of his oversized shirts - that didn’t totally cover you, because your ass and thighs were bigger than most girls. 

Walking back towards the open plan kitchen-living room, he was already arranging the sweets and the coffee, but he stopped everything to look at you coming to him.

“Gostosa pra caralho.” (Fucking hot)

“I try to.” You laughed, putting your arms around his neck.

Unexpectedly, he turned you around and bent you on the balcony, coming right behind you. His shorts were so tight that you were feeling him semi hard against you.

“Wearing my shirt, huh? Someone’s trying to call my attention?” 

His hands were travelling around your body and he didn’t have any hurry on exploring your body. He lightly squeezes your breasts when his hands arrive on them, biting his lower lip.

“You’re wearing something under this, aren't you? Say it.”

You took a few seconds to answer him, so that was when the first slap against your ass came. A whimper escaped your lips in shock - but you liked it.

“Say it to me…” His lips got closer to your ear. “Palavras, bebê.” (Words, baby)

“Yes… I’m wearing green lingerie. I bought it today, just for you.”

“Really? I’m the luckiest man on Earth, aren’t I?” He slapped your ass again, with a little more strength than before. “Take off the shirt and show me.”

He gave you space to get up and take off the shirt - which you did at such a quick pace that made him chuckle.

“Such a good girl.” He lifted your chin. “Sit on the counter.”

You complied to his ask and soon he spread your legs and got it in between, holding your hips and starting a passionate kiss, letting his tongue pass over your mouth and colliding against yours, in such a desperate pace, like he didn’t kiss you in months. You tugged his hair a little, not giving him a chance before you started to kiss his jaw, then his neck, letting yourself bite and make bruises that he was going to show himself off to his friends. His low groans were making you wetter by the minute. Drugovich got tired of not doing anything, so he grabbed your face and lifted up, letting your neck and V line be exposed. He was so desperate that he only gave you quick hickies, soon exploring the valley of your breasts, while his thumbs were going against your nipples - the feeling of the fabric against them was making you crazy.

After listening to your moans, he smiled, going lower till the height of your thighs, laying his head there. Felipe slowly pressed a finger against your covered clit, moving in slow circles. That movement got you in surprise, making you squirm under his touch. The kisses on your thighs weren’t helping, you were melting under his touch.

“So wet… Only for me.”

“Only for you, baby.”

Out of the blue, he changed his position and picked you up, taking you to the bedroom. Feeling the soft fabric hit your back gave a good calming sensation, however you couldn’t focus on enjoying that for too long, because he got a silk cloth and brought it to you.

“Can I?”

“Yes.”

He tied it on your face, completely taking out your vision - Drugovich was a smart man, he researched online about things he could do and put a blindfold on someone appeared a lot on the websites, so why not? Slowly he took off your lingerie and you could feel his mouth going at the places where the fabric covered it once - he just left the stockings on, he thought it was sexy.

You felt his hands on your thighs, then his kisses and his finger moving your - now bare - clit, it was cold, nothing like your body. Soon, this finger had its tip curled and was going in and out of you. You moaned his name when you felt his tongue on your folds, licking the wetness away and then going harshly against your clit.

The quick but then slow movements of his tongue, followed by some sucking on your clit and his finger pumping on you was overwhelming, the moans and whimpers going out of your mouth were so loud that your neighbours probably heard him give your first orgasm. When he saw that you were overwhelmed with the climax, he pulled away, smiling and slapping both of your thighs.

“Open your mouth, baby.” He held your face and turned it to the side. You opened your mouth, knowing what was coming. “Boa garota.” (Good girl)

He slowly pushed his hard dick against your mouth so you could get used to the feeling of taking him in with a blindfold on. When you got used to the feeling, he started to move his body a bit quicker, grabbing your hair. You knew he was into it because he couldn’t hide his groans, especially the ones that pet names escaped in the middle. His pace was getting faster and rougher - he was basically fucking your mouth and you were loving the sensation of it, just at mercy of his control. You gagged a little when you felt him go deeper, but got used to the feeling, soon small tears were forming at the end of your eyes.

“If I didn’t want to fuck you so much, I would finish like that.” He took his dick out of your mouth, kissing your forehead. 

He left your face against the mattress and your ass up, caressing your bum before slapping a few times - that earned strangled whimpers from you. Felipe went closer to your face, taking the blindfold off and you could notice that you could see yourself on the big mirror that was on the side wall from your room. 

“I want you to see yourself moaning and falling while I’m inside of you.” He said, giving another slap on your ass.

He adjusted himself on your entrance, going in slowly, knowing that you took some time to take him in. The Brazilian didn’t move for a while, waiting for your approval. When you mouthed a “please” he knew that he could thrust into you.

Drugovich started with slow movements, to get you more comfortable. When you felt good enough, you started to move your hips against him, which earned a hard slap on your ass.

“I control the pace.” You stopped moving and let him have all the control.

This time, he was faster, grabbing your hips with both of his hands, going all in for the moment. Your thighs would slap together and the contact made the back of yours get red - that was already sensible from the multiple slaps he gave you throughout the night. Without you noticing, one of his hands went on the middle of your legs, opening up them a bit and teasing your clit - if you were already close to having an orgasm, nothing could stop you now. Since his body was closer to yours, he kissed and nibbled the back of your neck.

Soon you were chanting his name and getting into your climax, that soon triggered his and he came hard inside of you, moaning your name multiple times.

Both of you laid spread on the bed, hugging each other. He left kisses on the top of your head, caressing the side of your body.

“That was good.” He murmured.

“So fucking good.” You chuckled.

“We will do it like that always, it’s just so hot.” He pulled you closer. “Why didn’t we think about that before?”

“I don’t know, but I’m happy we know now.”

“Eu te amo, muito.” (I love you so much) “Thanks for opening up, gatinha.”

“I love you too, Fe. I was pretty nervous, but thanks for being open about it.”

[boysthatgovroomvroom]

A CHAMPIONS REWARD

Pairing: Marcus Armstrong x Reader x Felipe Drugovich

Summary: After Felipe wins the 2022 F2 Championship, Marcus and his girlfriend decide to surprise him with his own, personal celebration.

Wordcount: about 3k

Warnings: 18+, smut, protected p in v, threesome (dom!Marcus, switch!Reader, kinda sub!Felipe), some voyeur, choking

A/N: English is not my first language so pls excuse minor language mistakes I'm trying my best lmao

You had known for a while that Felipe had a thing for you. And it wasn't that you didn't find him attractive, but you were happy with Marcus, you loved him. And Felipe knew that. Yes he might blush the next morning after hearing you and Marcus through thin walls late at night, but he never tried to damage the relationship you and Marcus had.

Marcus was also aware that you thought of Felipe as attractive. But he wasn't bothered by it in the slightest. He was confident in the connection you two had, the love you shared. And he knew that neither of you would change it for the world.

Which is why Marcus was the one to have the idea to give Felipe a gift for his championship win. And what was the gift? Something he had wanted but never realized he could get. A night with you.

The Sunday of the Feature Race had ended in a club in Milan for most of the F2 grid and their significant others, drinking, dancing and just enjoying the last race weekend until the final round in Abu Dhabi.

While most of the drivers were sitting in a lounge, drinking and laughing the night away while you were on the dance floor with some of the significant others. You were swaying your hips as you danced closely with Ines, Clem's girlfriend, just letting the best of the music roll through your body. You were laughing and having fun but a little voice in your mind knew this was teasing Marcus. No matter how tonight would end, you knew you were in for one hell of a night.

Marcus was looking over at you from time to time, enjoying the way your body moved against Ines', the smile on your face warming his heart and making his jeans just a little bit tighter. He was completely and utterly yours. But he noticed he wasn't the only one roaming your body with his eyes. Felipe, a couple of seats over, was doing the same. Smirking to himself, Marcus began to put the plan into place as he moved to sit next to the Formula 2 champion.

"She looks gorgeous, doesn't she?"

Felipe flinched as Marcus' voice got through to him. His eyes wide as he looked at your boyfriend. His heart let out a beat, trying to form an explanation for his lingering gaze. His brain wasn't fast enough as he started to stutter, mouth now faster than his brain. He felt like burning up, the attraction and embarrassment making a blush rise across his cheeks and neck while he scratched the back of his neck. A nervous habit he had developed in his childhood.

"Mate, no need to be embarrassed. She's attractive. You're looking. No harm done."

Marcus shrugged it off and he could immediately see Felipe relax in his seat. Felipe had probably expected him to blow up on him, calling him names for looking at something that wasn't his. But Marcus had stayed calm, the smirk on his face had the gears turning in Felipe's head. What was he planning?

Marcus Sat closer to the Brazilian, making sure no one would hear what he was about to suggest.

"In fact, (Y/N) and I had some thoughts for your championship celebration. And if you're down, she would like to give you a reward."

Felipe's eyes widened and his mouth ran dry. Marcus couldn't possibly mean what he thought, right? His mind ran hundred miles per hour, thoughts running through his head he hadn't allowed himself to think before. Fantasies he had kept down for God knows how long came onto the surface. He looked at Marcus, trying to find an indication whether or not this might be a joke. But his face was completely serious.

"So, what do you say? You in or not?"

Felipe risked a glance onto the dancefloor, his chocolate brown eyes meeting yours. You had been watching them with a smile on your face. The smile soon turned into a seductive smirk as you came to conclusion of what was happening. Closing his and and taking a deep breath he nodded, widening Marcus' smile.

Slapping Felipe on the shoulder he stood up and motioned for Felipe to do the same, a confused gaze meeting his.

"Come on then. Your rewards starts now."

You were still dancing as you saw your boyfriend moving around you in your peripheral vision with a satisfied smirk on his that you returned. More or less at the same time muscled arms wrapped around your waist, moving you into a warm body that began to move with you. Your smirk only widened. You had Felipe exactly where you had wanted him. Marcus moved in front of you, joining in on your movements.

After a while of just dancing you began feeling a little more reckless, backing your ass up into Felipe and pressing it into his crotch. You could already feel the slight hardness that had formed, only riling you up more. Felipe let out a deep groan, letting his head fall in the crook of your neck. You giggled, astonished as the effect you had on him. You turned your head to press a kiss to the skin you could reach, his temple, before whispering in the most innocent tone in his ear.

"Already so hard for me? I didn't even touch you.. Such a desperate naughty boy, aren't you Felipe?"

Normally your dominant side was buried deep in the submission you had for Marcus in the bedroom. But now, you decided, you could let yourself go a little wild. And it seemed to work with not only Felipe but Marcus as well, both letting out simultaneous groans. Marcus saw the glimmer of mischief in your eyes as soon as it was there but decided to let you have your fun. You both knew who would be the one submitting to the other. And it sure as hell wouldn't be Marcus.

And he was sure to remind you of that as he wrapped his hand around your throat lightly, making your head turn back to him. He started to kiss you, squeezing your throat a little and making you moan as you grabbed a handful of his button up shirt. But that apparently wasn't enough. Felipe had started kissing your exposed shoulder, making your nerves go into overdrive. Out were your thoughts and you just let yourself feel. The familiar taste of Marcus on your lips, his hand around your neck cutting off your blood flow just enough to make you lightheaded, the two types of their cologne mixing together to create an intoxicating smell, Felipe's big hands digging into your hands and his lips and stubble that was gliding over the sensitive skin if your shoulder. All these sensations were flooding your senses, making you merely putty in their hands. Marcus pulled away from the kiss with a smirk.

"We should get back to the hotel. Don't want this to escalated in a public place, do we sweetheart?"

You looked at him half-lidded, already a mess to their touch. Your chest heaving with the air you were trying to get into your lungs. You were in a daze and Felipe continuing his caresses on your shoulders and neck made you unable to register what your boyfriend had said. He raised a brow with a patronizing smile, knowing he would punish you later for not answering.

He grabbed your chin and your attention was finally focused on him.

"Darling I asked you a question. Don't make the punishment worse by not answering a second time."

A groan sounded in the back of your throat as you nodded desperately. You wanted to continue this as soon as possible and you all knew this wasn't an appropriate place for it.

Felipe let off of your skin, looking at the marks his lips had left. Deep inside he felt proud of himself, marking you for at least a couple of days while he only had you one night. He would leave a reminder of him on your skin. It wouldn't be all that fleeting.

Marcus grabbed your hand, moving to leave as you grasped Felipe's to pull him along. During the ride back to the hotel some rules were exchanged. Protection is to be used. No cumming inside you. You could only cum when Marcus allowed you to. And the most important one. If any of you said the word 'gumdrop' everything would come to a stop. Gumdrop had been yours and Marcus' safeword ever since the beginning of the championship so it made sense to make this rule clear to Felipe as well.

When you entered your hotel room you began kissing Felipe. It felt different than the kisses from your boyfriend, but not bad necessarily. Your hands found their way to his hair, pulling at his wild brown locks and making him moan into your mouth. His hands had wandered over your waist to your hips and ass, grabbing onto anything he could hold onto.

Meanwhile Marcus had made himself comfortable on the armchair next to the bed, having a good view of what you were doing. His shirt was already unbuttoned and he was starting to breathe heavy from what he saw. He could see that Felipe was trying to hold himself back so he decided to help him out with a devilish smirk.

"Felipe you don't need to be careful with her. She likes it rough, don't you sweetheart?"

A whimper escaped you while you could feel the hands on your body tighten significantly. And Marcus wasn't wrong. You enjoyed taking it rough, it made your heart race, your adrenaline spike. It felt more nerve-wracking.

One of the hands on your body wandered up to the back of your head, gripping your hair and pulling your back back. The sensation made goosebumps rise on your skin and you couldn't help but sink your nails into his tanned skin.

You started to become desperate and pulled on the shirt that Felipe wore. He obliged and slowly you lost more and more of your clothing. When you were only in your underwear you started pushing him towards the bed. It hit his knees, making him buckle and fall on his back on the bed. Before you could follow, Marcus' voice cut off your thoughts.

"Love, come here for a second."

It was the first time since you had entered the room that you had a proper look at your boyfriend. And what you saw made your knees weak. His chest was exposed by his open button up, the heavy breaths making it rise and fall vigorously. His the rest of his clothes safe his boxers had found their way to the floor. His eyes dark as they focused on you while his hand was palming himself through the fabric of his boxers.

Complying you made your way over to him. The smile on his face could be seen as sinister but you knew by the glimmer in his eyes that there was still a certain softness to him. He grabbed your chin and pulled you into a breathtaking kiss that had your heart fluttering. When he pulled away the whisper made a shiver run down your spine.

"You can enjoy this all you want. But don't forget who you belong to, Sweetheart. Now show the champion a good time."

He landed a slap on your asscheek before you moved back to the Brazilian laying on the hotel bed. He too was breathing heavily and you could see the outline of his hard-on through his boxers. You smiled sweetly at him while moving towards him. Crawling over him on the bed you began kissing every inch of skin you could reach. You felt his abs contract under your touch and his head fell back when you started kissing his neck, a throaty groan filling the room.

You liked having this effect, this power over him. And you continued to play out as you started to grind on his bulge. Your panties were already soaked and you were sure he could feel your wetness through his boxers as well.

His hands were moving towards your hips, wanting to guide your movements. But you had other plan. Pinning his hands to his sides you lifted your head to look into his brown eyes. Shaking your your head as you let out a laugh.

"No touching. Or you'll be punished. This is supposed to be a reward Felipe."

A whine left his lips as you decided to torture him even more. You moved from his neck down, leaving a path of kisses and lovebites on his abdomen. Slowly you pulled down his boxers to reveal his leaking length. Kicking away the pre-cum that had already stained his skin you also liked a stripe up his length before taking him in your hand and giving him a few thorough strokes. The sentation made Felipe's hips jerk and caused his head to fall back, his face scrunched up in an expression of bliss.

"C'mon baby. Show the champion just how good your filthy mouth is."

And you did just that. Taking him in your mouth you began sucking the head before moving up and down and hollowing your cheeks. You pumped the rest you couldn't fit in your mouth. The sounds that escaped him were glorious and you could see how hard he was holding back to touch you by his clenched fists by his side.

"Sweetheart you can do better than that. Go deeper. Fucking choke on his cock like I know you can."

Taking a deep breath in, you complied. Taking him all the way until his head hit the back of your throat. Tears started to form in your eyes as you swallowed around him. Of course this had an effect on Felipe as well. He could help but thrust his hips up, forcing his cock deeper. You clawed at his thighs as you kept your mouth on him until Marcus' voice interrupted.

"That's enough, love."

You pulled away instantly and you heard Felipe take a shuddered breath. You really had done a number on him. Your eyes wandered over to your boyfriend who had now stripped off his boxers as well, stroking his cock while watching you. He was achingly hard, you could tell by the strokes and the angry red colour of his tip. His breath was labored as he tried to speak.

"Can't have this be over so soon can we? Now do your thing, baby."

Your smile turned wicked as you leaned over Felipe to get the condoms that were in the bedside drawer. After rolling the condom on you positioned yourself above him.

"You okay to continue Felipe?"

He already looked a mess. Skin a flushed red. Bruises scattering his abs. His hair trousled from running his hands through it over and over. And his eyes were half lidded as he looked up at you. A fucked out smile forming on his face.

"Whatever you want."

His accent was stronger than usual, making it obvious just how much of an effect you had on him. Slowly you pushed yourself down on him, feeling him fill you up with every bit of him. Once you were bottomed out and seated on top of him both of you let out a moan.

As you started moving you held yourself up on his chest, feeling his heartbeat race through him. Felipe filled you just right and everytime you pulled back he hit your spot just right, making you clench around him. His moans started turning into whines.

"Please... Please let me touch you."

You smiled and looked over at Marcus, who nodded.

"Only because you asked so nicely."

With that his hands flew to your hips, guiding your movements while you rode him into oblivion. Once again your gaze met the one of your boyfriend and you couldn't pull away from each other. You gave him a soft smile to check in on him and he gave you a smile back. It was strange. He was watching you fuck another guy, one of your friends nonetheless, and still your connection was as deep as it was when it was only the two of you. Your eye contact was broken when you felt Felipe move his hand to rub circles into your clit making you clench even tighter. You saw Felipe was close and so were you. You looked over at Marcus.

"Can I cum? Please I can't hold it."

"Go ahead, love. Show him how pretty you are when you cum."

Your movements became sloppy all while the circles on your clit became almost frantic. And as you fell over the cliff of the orgasm, Felipe followed, spilling into the condom. You could hear Marcus groan as well as he spilled over his hand. All three of you breathed heavily as you got off Felipe and rolled next to him.

Marcus was the first to move from his seat as he went to the bathroom to clean himself up. He came back in boxers and two washcloths in hand. One he handed to Felipe while he cleaned you with the other.

After all was cleaned up and the condom discarded the lights were turned off while you made yourself comfortable under the sheets. You cuddled into Marcus' chest while looking at Felipe who had a satisfied smile on his face.

"Thanks for the reward guys. Was really one of the best gifts I've got for the championship win."

You were already drifting to sleep as you heard Marcus answer with a slight laugh.

"Mate but don't think this will ever happen again. She's mine."

And you were. All his.

[clemswrld]

THE SOFT LAUNCHES — a collection of soft launches featuring a selection of f1, f2 and indycar drivers

— coming soon…

INDYCAR

— MARCUS ARMSTRONG

— PATO O’WARD

— CALLUM ILOTT

…more may be added

FORMULA ONE

— LANDO NORRIS

— OSCAR PIASTRI

— FELIPE DRUGOVICH

…more may be added

FORMULA TWO

— CLEMENT NOVALAK

— OLLIE BEARMAN

— DENNIS HAUGER

…more may be added

if anyone wants any other drivers, feel free to request<33

[lxndonorris]

seized moments - Felipe Drugovich

Y/N x Felipe Drugovich Theme: smutish (teasing, touching, not too explicit) having a touchy moment with Felipe during the race x word count: 1330+

The sun already set on this beautiful, exciting day in Bahrain. It's the first race day of the new Formula 1 season, and you're in the paddock, supporting your boyfriend Felipe. You're standing right next to him near the Aston Martin garage, watching the race together. As a reserve driver, he is meant to replace another in case they're unable to race. This time, he's on standby, so you can spend more time with him. It's a struggle, on the one hand, you love seeing him race, seeing him compete, being so damn passionate, but on the other hand, you're now with him, and you can enjoy the sight of him wearing his new, green racing suit from Aston Martin.

He's all geared up in case of an emergency, but everything is going very smoothly today. Both, Fernando and Lance, are performing extremely well, and it seems to be a promising season for the entire team, including Felipe. Now, you're standing right next to him, the two of you watching the race on a giant screen, with him occasionally wandering closer to the pit wall every time one of the cars crosses the finish line. You're taking advantage of this since this suit flatters his strong frame perfectly. Especially his shoulders, his chest, and his butt are looking so fine, and he is fully aware of that. Mostly, he has his arms crossed in front of his chest, causing the fabric to be tight around his muscles.

Felipe stops, lifting his chin slightly thinking deeply. He's wearing headphones too, so he can get acquainted with the processes and the chemistry inside the team. Though, obviously, his is muted most of the time, so he won't interrupt anything by accident. Slowly, you approach him from behind, intertwining your arm with his, pulling him a little closer toward you. This pulls him out of this state, he turns his head and smiles shyly. Carefully, you lift one part of his headphones, to whisper into his ear. "Penny for your thoughts?" You breathe into his ear, and he giggles.

Felipe removes the headset completely and holds it tight in one of his hands. "I'm… I am just happy to be here." He says quietly, his eyes back on track as another car, the Red Bull, crosses the line again. "Being here is my dream come true." You pout for a short second, even if this sounds a bit cheesy, you know he means it. Since the day he announced his partnership with Aston Martin, he's never been happier. Gently pulling at his arm again, you smile. "We should celebrate that." You say, unable to hide the playful grin forming on your lips.

Instantly, he turns to you again, one eyebrow raised curiously. "Celebrate?" He says, his eyes shifting between your eyes and your lips. "Yeah, I mean." You say, playing the innocent one before you place a hand on his chest. "is there a place, to be, alone?" He licks his lips at the sound of your voice, and raises his head, checking his surroundings, if anyone is overhearing you. "Oh, I know a place," Felipe says in a hushed tone. "Give me a second." He smiles, places a single kiss on your cheek, and heads towards some team members. You watch him blush, before he smiles, and nods.

He returns, still blushing, as he runs a hand through his beautifully curled hair. "We've got 15 minutes." Felipe leans in, his voice down to a whisper. "'Kay." You say while he takes your hand, leading you through the garage into a labyrinth of passageways. "Just around here." He says, his voice a little higher pitched than usual. You walk around the corner and find a more secluded area. Just a few stacks of tires, put-up walls, and containers stand around, the perfect place to not be filmed every second. "Awesome." You say as you turn to him, and he immediately raises his hands. "If they call me, I need to go. I had to promise that." He says, trying his best to hide an excited smile behind a more serious expression.

"Fine." You say, playfully rolling your eyes. Of course, as soon as his team needs him, he has to go, that's how life goes. Licking his lips again in anticipation, he takes a step forward, his hands immediately looking for your waist, pulling you into a sweet, but longing kiss. "Mhmm." You breathe deeply, as his tongue slowly, but surely explores your mouth, leaving a few drops of his delicious taste everywhere he goes. At the same time, you take in the familiar, alluring scent of his cologne, which gets intensified by your longing desire for more.

"Feels good." He growls as you steady yourself against his broad frame, stroking his chest firmly through the fabric of his racing suit. Both of you enjoy this, a lot. Felipe loves to be fondled in that way, with you feeling his pecs firmly, while you feel his hands gently stroking your butt. After a few more strokes, you unbutton the collar of his racing suit, causing him to flinch for a second, surprised. "Oh, really?" He smirks, leaning his head back just enough for you to still feel his lips lingering on yours. "Yeah." You breathe, placing a hand on the zipper, teasingly pulling it down. At the same time, his eyes shift between your hand and your eyes, with them shimmering slightly in the pale, artificial light.

With his top now slightly unzipped, you slip one hand inside, touching him, teasing him, by stroking his nipples with your thumb. "Fuck." He purrs deeply, and the two of you move a little closer to a wall, with him leaning against it. "Feels good, huh?" You smirk, satisfied with your work. Felipe nods and exhales, just as your hand wanders all over his chest, his pecs, nipples, and even further down to trace the visible, tangible outlines of his abs with the tip of your fingers.

Simultaneously, his hands wander to your waist, before he starts to stroke the small of your back gently. For a while, you stand there, both of you purring, growling, and muttering how much you enjoy this. Then, your hand follows his treasure trail, a little further down, just beneath his navel. "Y/N." He moans quietly, closing his eyes for just a second before regaining his composure. "Babè. You know I love that." Felipe says, his eyes now stuck on yours. "I do." You whisper, leaning into him once more, to kiss him lovingly.

To tease him a little further, you make sure to run a hand even further down, noticing a bulge forming in his pants. You know all of his most sensitive spots, and you make sure to let him know every time you're making out. He's like an open book, a beautiful, stunning book to be sure. "Oh?" You say, acting shocked, while he just nods defeated. "Shut up." He groans breathlessly, grabbing your chin gently before playfully pushing you away. "You love it." You giggle, removing your hand from his crotch, to grab his chin now. "Say it:" Firmly, you hold his face in front of yours, and with your other hand, you stroke his chest again. "I love you." He says, catching you off-guard. "I love you too." You say, blushing heavily, and you kiss him once again.

The time is nearly over, but before you head back, you make sure to wait a little bit, because the forming tent inside his suit is giving everything away. Felipe runs a hand across his own chest, touching himself through his fireproofs, once, then twice, before closing it in one swift movement. You pat his chest gently and close his collar. "That felt good." He purrs happily and takes your hand. At the same time, he touches himself with his empty hand. "I am glad." You say and hug him. Felipe embraces your body against his, placing a kiss on your forehead.

[unsaidcurses]

hii, can i request a fluffy fic with felipe where he's been telling everyone he has a gf but they don't believe him so one day he brings her in to the paddock and everyone's surprised (also bonus point if she's very smart college student lol) thank u sm in advance<33

why I feel like this could be an actaul thing? anyways, sorry for the eventual mistakes and enjoy<3

pairing: felipe drugovich x fem!reader

wordcount: 1k

"hey ines. i haven't seen you in a while, how are you?"

felipe questioned clement's girlfriend, who just joined him, clem, marcus and dennis at a table in the hospitality where they were discussing the free practice they had earlier.

"im good, how about you?" she asked back giving him and the others a small hug.

"living the life, i guess." he answered offering her the chair where he was sitting near clem, going to the spare one next to marcus.

the couple shared some kisses, and the new zealander decided to tease them about it.

"get a room you two."

"or we can continue and you can go find yourself a girlfriend." the frenchman retorted with the approval of the whole group.

"no but seriously guys, when are you getting girlfriends? don't get me wrong, you're funny, but i would like some company when you're on track." ines added. she wasn't close with any other driver's girlfriend, beside the fact that they weren't present at every race, so she was often alone.

the boys started chatting about some girls they were talking to, and didn't noticed felipe's eyes darting from side to side in anticipation.

"actually-", he cleared his throat getting everyone's attention, "i have a girlfriend."

mouths agape and glances were flying around him after the confession. he waited for someone to break the silence, and dennis did.

"nah, you don't." the boys expressions relaxed, and ines pouted, believing more dennis' words than felipe's.

"what?! of course i do, why wouldn't i?" he was sure they would have made fun of him, but not that they wouldn't believe him at all.

"man, you were literally talking about farting in the car five minutes ago." clem pointed out resembling the conversation they had before ines arrived.

"yes, cause you asked me to!" the brazilian threw his hands in the air. he really didn't expected this kind of reaction.

"okay okay-", marcus stepped in when his friends started arguing about the existence of this fictitious girlfriend. "let's give him the benefic of the doubt, he does have a girlfried. then why we never saw her to races?"

"she goes to college. and she has compulsory attendance, thus it's usually me visiting her during week days, and her visiting me weeks off so we can spend more time together. she planned on coming to see the races next week. they are pretty close to her home, and her session ends in a couple of days." the boy explained the situation as it was, hoping to finally convince his friends.

"it make perfect sense." dennis simply replied.

"it does cause it's the truth! but you refuse to believe me." felipe crossed his arms as a sign of frustration. he felt incredibly fortunate and delighted to have found someone like you, who made him light-hearted, happy and that was always so supportive of him, and he couldn't share this joy with the closest people he had because they were as mature as kids.

"let's postpone this conversationt to next week then, uhm?", ines tried to smooth the waters changing subject. "but just for the record, i really hope not to be alone next friday." she concluded winking at the boy.

"count on her."

-

it was friday, the day you were coming for the first time to see one of felipe's races in person. him, clement and ines were in their motorhome doing nothing, or better, patiently waiting for you to show up.

"oh come on man, just say you don't have a partner so we can all go back to our lives." clement almost shouted, tired of just sitting tight.

your plane was supposed to arrive at the airport hours ago, and felipe would have picked you up if only the company from where you bought your tickets wasn't famous for its delay. the main problem was that felipe had to be in the paddock when your plane was expected to land, which meant you had to reach the track and get past security all the by yourself. but after a solid half an hour, you finally arrived and started looking for an orange suit.

"drugovich!" you exclaimed when you saw him in front of his car with other two people you couldn't recognize. he turned around and approached you, embracing you warmly.

"y/n! you made it." he moved back a little to look at you properly. moving a strand of hair out of your face, he leaned down to leave a sweet kiss to your lips.

"i missed your face, you know?" you whispered with your hands on his cheeks, before getting on your tiptoe to give him another kiss on the tip of his nose.

"i hope you missed more than just that." he joked, your laugh following.

you detatched and made your way towards the couple, who was now accompanied by other two boys. all of them were staring at you with wide eyes, except the girl who was broadly smiling.

"well, everybody meets y/n, y/n these are marcus, dennis, clem and his girlfriend ines" you could clearly tell how thrilled he was to introduce you to his friends from how his voice became slightly high pitched.

you talked a bit and caught up before an engineer called the teammates in orange, as they had to get ready for the free practice. the brazilian hold you close and whispered to your ear "I'll be back in a hour or so"

"drive safe, I want you in one piece" you responded with an hand in his hair to ruffle it.

when all the boys left, you remained with ines, who locked her arm with yours to bring you to the motorhome where you could watch the race and get to know each other a little better. you were glad you found someone to spend the time with, especially since she seemed great company.

-

once close to the cars, ready to get in, clem gave voice to his first impression of you to felipe."she looks cute. are you sure you didn't pay her to play the part?"

"really funny clem, but no, I did it all by myself, imagine that." he said proudly.

"mh. but I still don't believe you got a girlfriend" he ended the conversation getting in the car after their last call, only to be met with felipe's grin.

[whorekneecentral]

can you do prompts 46 & 18 with felipe? maybe when watching a movie but he's horny for some reason but still wanna finish the movie, thank youu

why does this fit him lmao // prompts: “shut up and stay still” + “I’m hard” “sounds like a personal problem” 

Felipe's hand fit snuggly between your thighs, his fingers drumming on the inside of your thigh. You knew he wanted something but you had called him out on the fact that he never finishes the movies you two watch because he gets too horny and you two end up naked.

So he was determined to finish this movie, even if he'd explode at the tiniest touch.

"What?" You finally look over at him, fed up of his tapping. "Nothing," he says, and you know it's a lie the moment the word leaves his mouth.

"Felipe," you called, the tone a warning that you weren't in the mood to joke around.

"Fine," he huffed. "I'm hard." He whispers and you can't help the smile on your lips.

You pushed it away, your eyes fixed on the screen when you speak. "Sounds like a personal problem."

Your boyfriend's got a pout on his face but turns his attention back to the movie. You felt a little bad for being so mean to him, you two barely get much time together and you knew he'd be going back on the road for the first half of the racing season so you gave in.

His brows furrow when he sees you lean down, undoing the knot on his shorts.

"What are you doing?" He asks, a little whimper slipping out when you wrap your hand around his cock.

"Shut up and stay still," you glance up at him, leaning down and wrapping your lips around him.

Felipe sinks back into the couch, his head tipped back and his hand tangled in your hair. He can feel your hand slide up his chest, your nail barely scratching along the base of his neck, head bobbing up and down.

"Oh-" his hips buck when your tongue swirls around his cock. "Fuck." He breathes, chest heaving as his eyes move from the movie to you.

"This is so much better," he mumbles.

[onlyonetifosi]

Felipe Drugovich Ig AU

@felipedrugovich

Good weekend 🇧🇷🤙🏻

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@yn_ln: P1 bebé so proud 😽

@felipedrugovich :voçe é increibél

@clementnovalak lets go mate 🫂

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@user62 couple goals 🫶🏻🫶🏻

@yn_ln

Summer break with the menace

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@felipedrugovich you are the menace not me

@yn_ln Your mum says otherwise

@clement_novalak i agree with her 🤷🏻‍♂️🤷🏻‍♂️

@f2_updates not them fighting in the comments hahaha

@yn_ln

supporting my fav guys this weekend <3 <3 pd. they are such a posers

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@felipedrugovich we are not posers its called beauty

@clementnovalak and we are always looking good

@yn_ln im not the one to disagree 🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️

@marcusarmstrong such a simp 🥱🙄

yn_ln what can i say, he's hot 🔥

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@mp_motorsports our boys in orange 🧡🔥

@yn_ln

Date aniversary night, 5 years already who'd have said it, vos amo 🫂🫶🏻❤️‍🔥

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@felipedrugovich eu tamén vos amo, minha princesa ❤️‍🔥👸🏼

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@clementnovalak crongrats you both 🧡🔥

@yn_ln thanks clem see you 🫂🫂

@userthree romeo and juliet who?, i want what these two have

[charlewiss]

snippets of you / felipe drugovich

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summary: your relationship with felipe through bereal's posts <3

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[bad268]

Approval (Felipe Drugovich X Stroll! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 1

Requested: Day 29 of Writing Inktober prompts instead of drawing!

Warnings: none.

Pronouns: First person (I/me)

W.C.  358

As always, my requests are OPEN

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~~(^Google/"Who is Felipe" article)

“Am I going to get fired?” Was not the question I was expecting as soon as I walked into the Aston Martin garage today. “I heard Lance talking about us, so is your dad going to fire me now?”

“What? No…?” I replied, unsure of myself as I tried to gather all of the information. “What do you mean Lance was talking about us?”

“He texted you when I was looking through your music,” Lance appeared behind Felipe causing him to jump behind me as if I was going to shield him. “Don’t worry, I think you’re cute, so I approve.”

“Thanks, but I wasn't worried about you,” I responded before muttering, “No offense.”

“None taken,” He replies sarcastically, “You just want Dad’s approval. I see how it is.”

“No, I care about your opinion, I swear,” I laughed, going over to hug Lance. “It’s just…you know…his opinion matters more. You’re my brother, it’s just different.”

Lance, jokingly, grumbled about not mattering before heading toward the cars for some last-minute setup before the race. I turned around to meet Felipe’s eyes as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

“If it makes you feel better, I’m glad at least some of your family likes me,” Felipe chuckled quietly as he leaned his head to rest on top of my head. “I think the only one that doesn’t know by now is your dad.”

“Makes me feel better? Who was the one freaking out that they were going to get fired earlier?” I pointed out in disbelief.

“Who’s getting fired?” A new voice echos from the doorway. Immediately, I could feel Felipe tense up as his eyes widened and he dropped his arms.

“No one’s getting fired if I have any say, Dad,” I groaned as I pulled away from Felipe to face him. I smiled sweetly at my dad as I grabbed Felipe’s arm to pull him next to me. “I want to introduce you to Felipe.”

“My reserve driver?” He laughed, confused.

“No, my boyfriend,” I replied simply, seeing his eyes flicker between to two of us. 

“No,” he gasped in disbelief.

“Yes,” I threw back immediately.

~~~~~

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[bodorogi]

Prize Giving Ceremony | Felipe Drugovich

warnings: none really, fluff, maybe mentions of alcohol

word count: 1.8 k

note: special thanks to my friend and editor @clemswinecorn4r, who helped me so so much and without her I wouldn’t have finished this in at least 2 years.

I looked up at the gorgeous building that the annual prize giving of Formula 2 and Formula 3 was held in. Our team; MP Motorsport, won both the team’s and the driver’s championship this year and I had no choice but to attend. Not like I mind showing up in a nice dress in Monaco to have a taste of the rich life. As I stepped inside, I could already see Ollie Bearman chatting with the Leclerc brothers all three sipping the champagne that is given out at the entrance.

“Did you know that the drinking age here is 18?” I asked Ollie after the brothers left us.

“I’m really close to 18, okay?” he replied.

“Like 6 months?” I asked with a huge smile, remembering how drunk he got at a club after Monza.

“Closer than you are!”

“Young man, you are being rude.” I nudged his shoulder.

“You started it, old lady.” he chuckled. “But doesn’t matter how old you are you still look good.”

“Thank you, Ollie, you look handsome.”

“I’m guessing you have to go.” he after spotting the golden boy of my team in the background.

I made my way over to Felipe Drugovich, winner of the Formula 2 championship this year, and the one that I had to stick with the whole evening. He looked lost standing in the hall, all by himself. His expression changed as soon as he recognized me. He looked like he found who he was looking for.

“What are we supposed to do now?” he asked me after greeting me with a hug.

“I don’t know, just chat around, you know.”

“Chat with who?” he stared at me, terrified with big eyes.

“I don’t have a list of people you have to talk to. We could introduce you to some new people maybe?” Felipe gave me the same horrified look. “Or… we could try to find some familiar faces from MP or even some Aston dudes?”

“Who is coming from MP?”

“Umm… Not sure, they only told me about is Sander Dorsman.”

“I don’t think that is a good idea.”

“You must be right. How about we talk to Victor Martins? I see him just now.” I nod in the direction of the Formula 3 champion.

“Do we really have to?” he asked me with a tortured look.

“I will help if it gets dull. That’s what I am paid for.” I grabbed his elbow and dragged him towards a group of people.

“Ah, here is our other star! Hello Felipe how are you?” asked Bruno Michel as soon as we arrived.

“Excellent, thank you.” said Felipe with a flawless smile, and then giving me a side-glance, that could kill. I always find it difficult not to giggle when Felipe is forced to socialize. He always needs somebody by his side, but he manages to do the job just fine himself. I’ve known him for three years now, and I had stood next to him countless times on occasions like this one, supporting him.

I took a sip of the champagne I’ve been holding since my arrival and finally took my time to check him out. He took things casually, but I could still see that he put a lot of effort into his appearance. I even thought he made a great decision with choosing a black shirt instead of a traditional white one.

There was something unusual about him that I just couldn’t figure out. He was glowing in a way. He looked like he was enjoying the conversation I dragged him into. Something I never thought would happen. Or maybe, after countless occasions he was able to fool even me into thinking he enjoyed himself. That thought disappointed and scared me at the same time. After complaining for almost a whole year about how much he missed my assistance while he was with another team, he was fine. He applied the techniques I taught him to deal with anxiety, subtly fidgeting, while keeping that perfect smile on his face the whole time.

It reminded me of something I wanted to keep out of my mind; this is my last time working with him. He won the championship, and he is leaving. I have known that for a while but it never hit me as hard as that moment. Highly unprofessional of me to be upset about it. But somehow, in the last three years we have grown a bond, making us more than just work mates. I really liked him as a person, as a friend.

His laugh snapped me out of my thoughts. I quickly looked around and everyone was looking at him, with bright smiles and some even politely laughing. But his eyes were glued to me. I had absolutely no idea what joke was made, but it looked like Felipe was the one to make it. And I was supposed to laugh too. I didn’t even realize that I lost my smile somewhere in my thought process. I took a sip again to hide my embarrassment as everyone carried on talking. From the corner of my eye, I could see Felipe still looking at me confused, but I chose to act like nothing happened.

With more and more people to arriving, and the small circle we were standing in, started to grow bigger and bigger, as everyone wanted to join the two champions. Finally, Laura Winter stepped on the stage and asked everyone to find their assigned seats and get ready to start.

The MP family’s table was right in the middle, visible to everyone in the room, alongside ART and Prema. The three teams that clenched a title this year. I sat down right next to Felipe and Jen. Everyone was politely chatting to their neighbors, or in some cases to somebody that was sitting on the other side of the table.

The lights got dimmed, a signal that the ceremony will begin shortly, and everyone finished the sentence they have started.

Felipe looked at me, smiling, enjoying the spotlight for once, but with fear in his eyes. Without words, I reached for his hand under the table and pulled it into my lap to hold with both of my hands. His eyes widened with surprise but he held my hand and squeezed it twice. I started playing with his ring, which seemed like a reasonable way to pass the boring moments, but I just ended up not paying attention, and not clapping when I was supposed to. And Felipe didn’t clap either. Seeing me terrified, he untangled our fingers and just placed his hand on my thigh. I hesitated, but put my palm on the back of his and, not wanting to let go of his touch.

“It is definitely easier to clap this way, right?” he mumbled so only I could hear.

I would lie if I gave any opinion about the ceremony, since I don’t remember anything other than Felipe’s thumb circling on my skin. I also remember feeling cold when he sometimes took it to clap, and once when he went to collect his trophy.

Once everyone got their awards and trophies, they asked the stars of the evening to gather for pictures. Felipe stood up and when he realized I wasn’t planning on joining him he bent down to whisper in my ear: “Are you seriously not coming with me?”

“Well… Uh, you have company, and I only have to accompany you when you would be alone otherwise.” I suddenly forgot how to speak English when he pressed a kiss on my cheek and said “You are an idiot. I want you to come.”

I closed my eyes for a second to gather my thoughts. I slowly stood up and face Felipe, him holding his arm out signaling for me to cling ono him. And I did.

“Looks like someone is very quiet this evening.” he murmured with a mischievous grin.

“Looks like someone decided to be unhinged this evening.” I responded, suddenly finding my voice.

“I have to shoot my shot, you know. I live on a rock that spins really fast.”

He guides me toward the few people that are already at the couch that they decided to use as a photo-corner.

“Felipe! Congratulations, I didn’t have the chance to talk to you yet.” said Fernando Alonso, greeting Felipe like an old friend. “And sorry, who are you?” he asks looking at me.

“Felipe come, please!” the photographer shouts, and as Felipe excuses himself, I am left with Fernando and George Russell, both staring at me, waiting for me to introduce me.

“Oh, sorry, how rude of me. My name is y/n, I work for MP Motorsport, as a social media manager basically.” I shook both of their hands.

“I knew you looked familiar.” George exclaimed. “You have been in this position for some time now, right?”

“For three years now, so yes, you could say.”

“Sorry to interrupt, but I believe we have to go.” Felipe placed a palm on my lower back and guided me towards the exit.

“We can’t just leave Felipe! Half of these people are here to celebrate you!” I yelled at him as soon as he opens the door for me.

“But I want to be with you.” he said in a low voice.

“How many drinks have you had?”

“One?”

“Are you asking me this? Or are you asking yourself?”

“Why are you trying to change the subject? y/n, we really need to talk.”

“It can wait. Don’t get me wrong, I know we have to, but this is not an appropriate time.”

“Why? I have waited months and honestly, I feel like I wasted these months.”

“Months?” I felt my heart dropping to my stomach.

“Yes. But now we won’t be working together anymore. y/n, I think I am in love with you. And I hate the thought of you being away from me. Which may sound a little selfish, but I was hoping you would feel the same. So would you go on a date with me?” he asked anxiously while stepping closer to me.

“Felipe…” I breathe out.

“y/n, you know you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. No pressure or anything, I just really wanted to tell you, okay?”

“No, it is not like this. I just don’t even know what to say and I really want to kiss your right now.”

And I did kiss him. Or perhaps he kissed me? Or perhaps it happened at the same time. It didn’t matter, because as soon as our lips met there was no way back. Suddenly all the puzzle pieces fell into place. I felt that this was right. He was right. I arrived to the destination I didn’t even know existed. It was home.

“You’re shivering. Let’s go back and from now on if anyone asks, you are my date.” he pulled me in for another kiss.

“That’s so stupid.” I said with the widest grin ever.

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A request where Felipe accompanies you for swim suit shopping for bikini before summer break. Can turn it to smut if you want

Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini

Summary: shopping for a bikini with your boyfriend.

Rating: +18

Warnings: explicit !!!! oral (f! recieving ), p with very small plot, PURE FILFTH

Word count: 0.7k

Notes: small smutty drabble with a song that really matches it AKSDSKASDKSK. idk if any of you know this song, however i used to listen A LOT when I was a kid and it just popped on my mind after the request and i HAD TO put the song for my brazilian readers (which I'm sure I have some) for everyone just have a nostalgia moment

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Felipe and you had been dating for a few months, and he had been excited to accompany me on my swimsuit shopping trip. Being from Brazil, he was used to seeing women in all sorts of swimwear, but he had never been with someone who was shopping for a bikini for the first time - when he was younger, he just let his mom do all the summer buying for him.

You browsed through several stores, trying on different styles and colors, but nothing seemed to catch your eye, they were either too loose or too blunt. Then we came across a bright yellow polka dot bikini that looked both pretty and playful. You hesitated for a moment while the Brazilian’s soft brown eyes widened in surprise, it was perfect.

"That's...really small," you said hesitantly.

Drugovich rolled his eyes, giving you a kiss on your cheek. "It's a bikini, amor. They're supposed to be small."

You sighed loudly, okay, this one was going to try it out. As you put it on the revealing bikini, you felt self-conscious and shy. However, it fits like a dream, hugging your curves in all the right places, giving a beautiful vision of your ass and the size of the top was big enough to cover your nipples only. When you stepped out of the changing room, your cheeks turned bright red out of shame, on the other hand, Felipe’s eyes widened in surprise and admiration, but he didn't say anything to make me feel uncomfortable. He discreetly licked his lips, the sight of your almost naked body in front of him stirred his feelings - and another place too, which was already a little awake because of what the Brazilian's eyes were focused on. Drugovich stood, walking over to you and placing both hands on your hips, depositing small kisses on your shoulder.

“Gostosa. I won't be able to hold myself together every time I see you in that little bikini" Covering her with his own body, his hand moved down to her ass, squeezing it lightly.

"Take this one, please. I'll pay for it."

"You don't have to pay, I'll take it. It was the only one that looked good anyway... Even though it was too small for my taste."

"It's not too small, it shows everything I love about you..." He murmured against her skin, discreetly running his hand over the fabric that covered your core.

"We're in public, love."

"Then pay up and let's go."

In less than ten minutes you were dressed again, paid for the bikini, and already you were in the mall car park, him in the driver's seat, in a hurry to get home.

You deliberately left your legs more spread and the summer dress was already halfway down your thighs, which was making the driver crazy. He barely waited after parking the car, picking you up and rushing inside, where he laid your body against the sofa.

“Someone's desperate.”

“Sorry, amor… Just… seeing you in that very small bikini that hangs on your body so well made me all messy.”

“Oh and what do you want to do?”

“Have patience and you’ll see.”

Drugovich kissed you quickly, soon pulling your panties down and laying down on the sofa, pulling you to sit on his chest, hesitantly, you pulled your dress higher and moved your body towards his face, standing a little taller, afraid to suffocate him, yet as you felt his arms hooking around your thighs and making you sit down against his face, gave you more assurance.

A whimper escaped your lips when his tongue lapped against your clit, treating it well, giving all the attention you needed - the bikini situation had also left you horny, with the thought of being fucked by him wearing it. The feeling of his tongue working up against you was something outstanding - even more when he started to suck your core for a few seconds, making your legs shake in pleasure.

As you were getting closer and closer to your orgasm, slower his movements would be, like he was making some torture for you to be able to hold it for longer. However, as much as he wanted you to stay like that forever, your body was screaming for a release, so in a few minutes you were having an orgasm against his mouth.

With your worked out body, you pulled off and sat on his lap, seeing the bottom half of his face glistening because of you. Felipe cracked a smile, holding your waist.

“I can’t wait until you wear that bikini, I won’t be able to hold myself.”

“I can’t wait either.”