#Sergio pérez

[comfortforchestappenfans]

Max says he wants checo for the escape room, so they can just be confused, together, is so cute, they are literally couple goals 🫶

not my video or tweet

[lestappenforever]

Checo going "Charles was strong today, eh?" in the cooldown room.

My guy is so conditioned to being the Lestappen third wheel that he needs to bring Charles up whenever the guy isn’t in that cooldown room with him and Max.

[lokideservesahug]

Thirsty

Checo Pérez x wife!reader

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Warnings: Really quite suggestive, everyone is thirsting over Checo + his neck. Awful nicknames of my own creation (Necko Pérez) I'm sorry. Badly translated Spanish

Notes: I'm so glad that people enjoy reading both my work and for Checo. And for the anon that requested this, thank you.

Request: Could you do Checo Perez with wife reader? He had an interview and the interviewer asked him to show his thick neck 👀. And he did. Everyone went a little crazy it especially his wife. A little suggestive and fluff. You decide how it goes. Thanks!! :)))

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Summary: After a certain tweet subtly dissing Charles and Oscar, more people come to appreciate Sergio Pérez and especially his neck. -°•°•°•°•--•°•°•°•°--°•°•°•°•--•°•°•°•°-

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(A/n I was forced to crop them but his arms in this video are just a work of art🤌. So I put them in the first photo of the header.)

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Yourusername

Yourusername: misión completa. And apolgies to your eyes.

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Schecoperez: te quiero cariño (I love you darling) ❤

↳ Yourusername: I love you more 🤍

Redbullracing: ...we are going to pretend we didn't see this for the sake of the head of PR's welfare

↳Yourusername: Ly admin <3

Maxverstappen: Tw next time please. I need to go and bleach my eyes now

↳Schecoperez: reina del drama. Se me permite amar a mi esposa. (drama queen. I am allowed to love my wife.)

↳Maxverstappen: I don't know what that means....

↳Yourusername: He said that he's very sorry and won't try and traumatise you again in the future.

↳Maxverstappen: Oh! Thank you Checo😊

↳Schecoperez: crédulo

↳Maxverstappen: Hey! I can use Google translate you know

↳Schecoperez: Oops....

User1: I speak as one of a few 'fanpages' to be fortunate enough to be followed back by you. And on behalf of the entire F1 community, twitter is going to go wild over this...

↳Yourusername: Meh let them. Thay were the ones that helped to bring this to light...

↳User1: Being it to light? Does that mean this was a regular occurance in private?

↳Yourusername: With a husband like that? Of course.

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cat & mouse - s.p.

pairing: female driver!reader x red bull!sergio pérez

word count: 2.4k

warnings: mentions of divorce, murky areas of morality, freshly divorced checo, smut, sex in a public place (oopsies!), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it y'all!), penetration (p in the v guys), creampie, cursing, allusions to infidelity (mainly checo thinking about you), mutual yearning & pining (that good shit), angst, yadayadayada

sergio was a virtuous man.

well, more like he considered himself a virtuous man.

he was a husband, a father of four children, a popular and prominent figure among his home country, and got along with just about anyone he met. he was an established driver in the world of formula one over the course of thirteen years, spending time with approximately five differing teams.

he considered himself to be kind, honest, and flexible. several qualities that you would consider to be appealing or excellent qualities.

that all changed the second you signed your contract to drive for scuderia alphatauri for the 2024 season as their second driver.

although daniel ricciardo was considering one last season of racing for the team, he opted out, pursuing a simple life of retirement from the racing world. however, he still hung around, joining various media teams for racing commentary and analysis.

actually, daniel was the one who advocated for your position within the team, presenting a lengthy powerpoint slideshow to christian horner and laurent mekies. as the latest f2 champion, daniel stated that you were the perfect candidate for the team. additionally, the press and publicity surrounding your win was nothing but positive, so it would not only bring a stream of publicity to the team, but potential sponsors.

as the first female driver for the alphatauri team, christian harbored his reservations. however, laurent was all for it, stating that as long as you proved yourself to be an asset, he would happily take you in.

and that is exactly what you did, scoring points at the first grand prix of the season in bahrain.

when you were first introduced to yuki tsunoda, he was not entirely over the moon, but he was civil enough. however, over the course of the first few weeks, the two of you got to know one another more, quickly becoming inseparable.

not only did you establish a close friendship with yuki, you were able to become more acquainted with the other drivers on the grid. a few of them had hesitations at the thought of competing with a woman, but yuki was quick to remedy that.

after calling a few of them misogynists, they quickly shaped up, becoming more friendly and encouraging over the course of the season.

yet, there was one driver in particular who caught your eye.

sergio pérez, lovingly referred to as checo by fellow drivers, the formula one community, and his team, oracle red bull racing.

sure, he was attractive with his fluffy dark hair, his radiant, bright smile, five o'clock shadow, and the freckles that dotted his cheeks and nose.

yet, it was his demeanor that really drew you in.

he was far more reserved than the other drivers, often remaining quiet during press conferences, only speaking when directly asked a question. he was not one to hog the spotlight, as he often praised his fellow driver, max verstappen often. his comedic timing was unmatched, the punchlines of his jokes hitting exactly when they needed to.

he was thoughtful, often giving you advice when the other drivers didn't, providing you with insight that you needed. he stuck around after races, often congratulating you on your position or complimenting your qualifying time.

to you, he was the perfect man. a wonderful combination of devastatingly handsome features and great personal qualities.

there was one thing though. there's was always a catch when it came to things that were too good to be true.

he was married. happily married, at that.

and the father of four children.

the thought of pursuing a married man? shameful, tasteless, and absolutely classless.

yet, there were a few things that you were blissfully unaware of.

sergio wanted you.

actually, he yearned for you.

nearly every second of every day, his thoughts were filled of ridiculously lewd and filthy images of ruining you. pounding that pussy until you reached that peak. devouring absolutely every inch of you until you were a weeping, whimpering mess beneath him. coating your body with his cum, claiming you as his and only his.

your presence was enough to send him spiraling, his cock throbbing in his pants or suit, aching for your touch.

to him, you were an angel that happened to walk this earth, gracing everyone with your wondrous and pure light.

another thing that you were unaware of was the fact that he was divorced, signing the papers merely months ago.

he just happened to wear that band on his left finger for the sake of preserving his personal life.

which, is part of the reason why he felt so fucking guilty.

although he was a single man, he still had a family and an amicable relationship with his ex-wife. he needed to focus on maintaining those relationships rather than fantasizing about a fellow driver.

yet, he couldn't control the fantasies. they just happened to appear. you were constantly on his mind, whether he was conscious of it or not.

he could be seconds away from the finish line on the track, and the only thing he could picture was how your lips looked wrapped around his cock.

to say that he wanted you was an understatement at this point.

he craved you.

and that satisfaction of finally getting you where he wanted you?

fuck.

that was going to glorious, euphoric even.

ever since max let it slip one intoxicated evening that you mentioned having a little crush on him. he even went into detail, describing how you admitted that if you were going to fuck one driver, it would be checo. the confession only confirmed that he wasn't the only one driving himself insane over this. you were in the same boat, pining after the driver for months now.

so, he was going to have to tread lightly, though. find that perfect window of time and somehow get you alone long enough to fulfill that ravenous hunger.

almost like a game of cat and mouse.

he was the predator, poised and eager to pounce on his prey.

there were moments in which he almost had you.

like last week, when you were on your way to your motorhome, with no one beside you. no yuki or daniel, just lost in your own little world on your phone.

sergio had to fight every voice in his head screaming at him to catch up to you, ask if you wanted to go out for some drinks or some food. if things went according to plan, you would accompany him to his own place.

however, he didn't.

and fuck, did he regret that.

yet, here you were beside him, sitting so delicately on the plush cushion of the couch, flipping through a random magazine, the pages fluttering. the silence was not necessarily comfortable, but it wasn't awkward either.

which, would hopefully work in his favor.

"how do you think this weekend is going to go?"

his voice, so soft you almost didn't hear it, fills your ears. you glance up, clearing your throat as you shrug, "i'm not sure. the weather conditions aren't looking too hot. do you know where everyone is? are we too early?"

sergio's gaze falls on the clock resting a few inches above the doorframe, brows furrowing, "i'm not too sure. i thought the email said 3:00 p.m. maybe there was a typo?"

the four red bull drivers were supposed to meet with a potential new sponsor, promising a hefty sum if all went well. it was for some type of new energy drink. you didn't really pay too much attention to the email, you just happened to remember the location and time you were supposed to meet.

the meeting was located in a tiny office in the red bull paddock, tucked away in one of the corners. it was not the most brightly lit space, as there was only one overhead light. there were no windows, almost reminding you of a detention space or solitary confinement due to the lack of posters or decor on the walls.

the only places to sit were two quaint couches, along with a tiny table situated between them. you were the first one to arrive at 2:15 p.m., figuring you could just mess around on your phone. not like you had any other plans anyway.

checo was about five minutes behind you, flashing you that beautiful grin the second he noticed you were already there.

as you flip to a new page, you can't help but feel a sort of tension hanging in the air, almost clouding the two of you. he's on his phone, his knee bouncing, almost as if he was anticipating something.

but what? you weren't quite sure.

"okay," he exhales, "ican'tfuckingtakethisanymoreandsincewe'realoneithinkit'sjustbestitellyouwhati'vebeenmeaningtosayforthelastfewmonths."

the words come tumbling out of his mouth so rapidly you can barely distinguish them. tossing the magazine on the table, you turn, facing him.

"checo, what the fuck did you just say?"

he straightens his posture, leaning in so that his mouth is merely centimeters from yours, "i'm very fucking attracted to you, okay? i can't fucking think straight right now because all i can think about is fucking the shit out of you."

you blink, heat billowing into your cheeks, flourishing down your neck as he licks his lips, his eyes fixated on one thing.

your mouth.

"i-i-," you stammer, scrambling for formulate some sort of response, "i mean, i'm very flattered that you-"

"and i know your little secret," his lips curl into a smug smirk, "max told me about your crush."

"oh fuck," you groan, burying your face in your hands, "when did he-"

"it doesn't matter."

his hands envelop yours, pulling them away from your face, "i have an idea of how we can pass the time before this meeting."

"sergio, there are literally people who could walk in at any minute-"

"i know," he nods, "and that's why i locked the door after i came in."

"you're ridiculous," you roll your eyes, folding your arms across your chest, you cock your head, "how exactly are we going to pass the time then?"

"well," he begins, "i want you. you want me. there's a few things we could do."

"how about you demonstrate?"

"oh?" he tilts his head, "you want me to?"

"i do."

"that's all i need to hear princesa," he leans in, so close that the tip of his nose brushes yours, "we'll have to be quick, though."

"i'm sure you could be quick-"

his mouth crashes into yours, both hands grasping your face as he sucks the air out of your lungs, kissing you with such a fiery intensity that it left you reeling, your mind struggling to process any coherent thought.

"usually i take my time," he pulls away, nearly panting, "but i need to be inside of you."

he prompts you to lay down, hovering above you as he fumbles with the drawstrings of his sweats, your fingers hooking the hem of your leggings. you pull them down, just enough so that the fabric is bunched up around your ankles.

at the sight of you spread open beneath him, sergio nearly comes undone.

your pussy was far more perfect than any of his fantasies, glistening in the light as his fingers trace along your folds. he's breathless, deeply entranced by the way your hands wrap around his base and shaft, feeling the entirety of his length.

this was all too much. too much for his mind to process.

yet, he was fueled by that burning lust, desperate to quench that flame.

desperate for you.

he situates himself between your thighs, wetting his fingers with spit. his hand glides along his cock before pressing against your entrance. you arch your back, in a vain attempt to get closer.

the moment he's inside, your walls stretching so wonderfully to fit him, his hand covers your mouth, the driver fighting to suppress a moan himself.

picking up the pace, his hips roll, ensuring that not too much noise is made as he pounds into you, bliss rippling in his chest.

the way your head rolls back, eyes squeezing shut with pure pleasure. the way your figure was so breathtaking under him. the way your tight walls squeezed around him, nearly gripping him, coaxing him in even further.

this was heaven.

it had to be.

and fuck, if he had more time?

oh god.

sergio could feel the accumulation of pressure in his abdomen, the way the euphoria was building by the second. fuck, he wasn't even in you that long and he was already on the verge of cumming.

as flustered as he was, perhaps it would be a blessing.

after all, the clock on that wall now read 2:42 p.m.

max and yuki would be there any minute now.

"sergio," your voice is a whisper, "y-you're going to make me-"

"cum princesa," he coos, a hand reaching out to caress your gorgeous face, "cum for me. i want to feel you cum."

he can barely finish his sentence before you're tensing up, inner thighs spasming as you orgasm, your plush lips parted every so slightly.

the sight is enough to bring him over that edge, his chest heaving as he releases inside of you, coating your walls with his cum. as he pulls out, the two of you exchange a shared glance, untangling yourselves from one another.

"fuck," you suck in a breath, pulling your leggings up, "fuck, fuck, fuck."

"i am so sorry," sergio pulls up his sweats, "i can buy you a morning after pill if you-"

"we'll talk about it later," you swiftly cut him off, "sergio, you need to get the door."

"oh fuck," the realization washes over him, "right."

as he crosses over to the door, you carefully fix your hair, ensuring that there were no strands out of place. the driver glances over his shoulder, tutting.

"you don't need to fix anything. you already look insanely beautiful."

"thank you," you murmur, fighting a wide smile as his mouth places a tender kiss on your temple, "we need to look like we didn't just-"

"i'll try my best to act normal," a chuckle bubbles up in his throat, "i don't think i will be able to focus on this meeting though."

"and why's that?"

"because i just fucked the-"

that's when the door handle wiggles, max popping in his head in.

"oh hallo! i didn't know you guys were already in here! how long have you been-"

"only a few minutes," you respond, absentmindedly scrolling through your phone.

"okay," he shrugs, strolling over to the couch, "hey checo?"

"yeah?" the driver's head swivels towards max, his brow arched.

"why are your pants on backwards?"

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Sergio Checo Perez with wife reader. He was feeling down as his performance hasn't been improving and everyone seems to be criticizing him. Up to you. Thanks!! :))

A wife’s fierce protection

Word count: 792

Pairing: Sergio Perez x wife!reader

Summary: In the face of relentless criticism from the media and team principal Christian Horner, Sergio Pérez’s wife fiercely defends him, demanding better support and car improvements

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Sergio "Checo" Pérez slumped in a chair as the team meeting stretched on. His recent performances had been the subject of intense scrutiny both within the team and in the media. Headlines were harsh: “Pérez Under Pressure,” “Checo’s Decline,” and “Red Bull’s Weak Link.” The constant criticism was wearing him down.

Christian Horner, Red Bull Racing’s team principal, continued to review Sergio’s performance metrics, his comments increasingly sharp. “The media is relentless,” Horner said, “but it’s not just them. Your times aren’t improving, and we need to address this seriously. It’s affecting our standings, and you’re not meeting expectations.”

Y/N, who had been quietly seething beside Sergio, couldn’t hold back any longer. The frustration she felt about the situation had been building for days, exacerbated by the negative media coverage and constant criticism of her husband.

“Christian, this is enough,” she said, standing abruptly. “You can’t keep talking about my husband like he’s the problem here.”

The room went silent. Max Verstappen, sitting across from them, was struggling to stifle a smirk, clearly finding the situation amusing. Y/N’s fierce expression quickly turned his smirk into a look of surprise.

“If you think tearing Sergio down is going to fix anything, you’re wrong,” Y/N continued, her voice unwavering. “You’re not just dealing with a driver here; you’re dealing with a person who’s been given a car that’s clearly not performing as it should. It’s not all on him. The car needs improvements, and the constant negativity isn’t helping anyone.”

Horner, taken aback, tried to maintain his composure. “Y/N, I understand you’re frustrated, but we have to address the issues with his performance. Constructive criticism is part of the process.”

“Constructive?” Y/N shot back. “This isn’t constructive. It’s demoralizing. If you want to see improvement, then start by addressing the issues with the car. If the car isn’t right, no driver will perform well. Sergio needs support, not more criticism.”

Sergio, who had been watching in stunned silence, reached out to gently touch her arm, speaking softly in Spanish. “Cariño, por favor, no hace falta. No quiero que esto se vuelva peor para ti.” ("Darling, please, it's not necessary. I don't want this to get worse for you.")

But Y/N shook her head, her eyes still locked on Horner. “No, Sergio. It’s already bad enough. I’m not going to let them treat you like this anymore. If they think they can keep criticizing you without consequence, they’re in for a rude awakening.”

Max, who had been listening intently, finally spoke up. “Actually, Y/N, I agree with you. The car hasn’t been up to standard, and it’s not just Sergio who’s been struggling with it. I’ve had my issues too. We should definitely be looking at improvements. The car needs more than just tweaks; it needs significant upgrades.”

Horner, clearly caught off guard, nodded. “I see your point. We’ll have to consider how we can improve the car and support both drivers better. But we still need to address the performance issues on an individual level.”

Y/N turned back to Horner, her gaze unyielding. “And that starts with respecting Sergio and understanding that he’s working with what he’s given. If you want him to perform better, give him a better car and a better environment. And if you can’t provide that, then stop blaming him.”

As the meeting ended, the room remained in stunned silence. Y/N took Sergio’s hand, and they walked out together, leaving a tense atmosphere behind them.

Later, in the quiet of their hotel room, Sergio pulled Y/N close, his eyes filled with gratitude and admiration. “Estás loca,” he said softly, a smile tugging at his lips. “Pero fue lo más sexy que he visto en mi vida. Cómo me defendiste… nadie ha hecho eso por mí.” (“You’re crazy, but that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. The way you defended me… no one’s ever done that for me.”)

Y/N smiled up at him, her earlier anger now replaced with a warm glow. “I just couldn’t stand to see them treat you like that. You’re incredible, Sergio. And if they can’t see it, then to hell with them.”

Sergio chuckled, pulling her closer. “Te amo, ¿sabes? No sé qué haría sin ti.” (“I love you, you know? I don’t know what I’d do without you.”)

“And you’ll never have to find out,” she replied, her arms wrapped around him. “I’ll always be by your side, fighting for you. And if anyone tries to bring you down again, they’ll have to deal with me first.”

“You make me feel invincible,” Sergio murmured, his lips brushing against her forehead. “With you by my side, I know I can face anything.”

Y/N’s smile widened. “And that’s exactly how I want you to feel, always.”

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━━ ✶✶˖° 𝗪𝗜𝗞𝗜𝗣𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗔 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘 | 𝗡𝟰𝗦.

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴(𝘀) ━ 2019 to 2023!f1 grid x driver!female oc

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 ━ english is not my first language, I know I already said it but just in case hshshsh also I know there are some things that may not be accurate but let’s pretend they are for the sake of the fic 😙👌🏻

𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 ━ @namgification @burberryfilms

ARABELLA TORRES GONZÁLEZ

Spanish racing driver

Arabella Torres González (born May 26 2000) is a spanish racing driver. In 2016 and 2018 she won the Formula Two championship. In 2019 she acquired a place in Formula One with Scuderia Ferrari, in 2021 she signed an eight-year contract with Mercedes.

Name                  Arabella Torres González

Nickname(s)     La diabla, Bella Donna, Speedy

Born          26 may 2000 (age 21) Leganés, Madrid, Spain

Nationality 🇪🇸 Spanish

Relatives Oliver Torres (brother)

Teams                 Ferrari, Mercedes

Active years      2019 —

Car number 9

Wins              18

Podiums              41

Career Points    859

Pole positions 13

Fastest laps      8

First entry 2019 Australia Grand Prix

First win 2019 Spanish Grand Prix

Last win 2021 Turkish Grand Prix

2021 position        2nd (393)

Website arabellatorres.com

She is known for being the only woman to be an official Formula One driver since Giovanna Amati in 1992 and the second female driver with points since Lella Lombardi in 1976, thus creating history in the world of motorsport. At the 2019 Spanish Grand Prix she took her first victory, becoming the first woman in history to win a grand prix.

After a competition against Valtteri Bottas with whom she remained tied in terms of points during the last three races of the 2019 season, she won the title of sub champion in the drivers' world championship giving Ferrari the second place in the constructors' world championship.

In 2020 she suffered a horrible accident that made her unable to finish the Tuscan Grand Prix, after that race her results during the last eight races went down.

In the 2021 Abu Dhabi Grand Prix she returned to the podium (and in the championship) in second position after a close competition against Max Verstappen due to losing control of her car causing both of them to almost collide, but she managed to regain control and finish the race without no harm.

Her younger brother, Oliver Torres, is a Moto GP driver for Yamaha Motor Racing.

𝗕𝗜𝗢𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗣𝗛𝗬 ↓

Arabella was born in Leganés, a Madrid’s municipality, on 26 may 2000, as the eldest of two siblings: she and her little brother, Oliver Torres. Since she was a little girl she grew up with Formula 1 at home, as her father was a big fan and never missed a race although she was not too interested in the motor world of until one of her uncles gifted her brother a mini kart for christmas that she ended up using it, which sparked her curiosity about cars.

Her interest in cars began to grow, she began to watch Formula 1 with her father and her uncle, she noticed car brands and models and was passionate about car movies. She has mentioned several times that the Fast And Furious saga is one of her favorites.

From December 2018 to December 2020 she resided in Monte Carlo, Monaco. In 2021 she bought an apartment in London, England with her partner, the spanish football player Hector Bellerin. She currently lives between Monte Carlo and London.

𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 ↓

Torres began her racing career in karting at the young age of 9, competing in different categories. She won the Spanish Championship in the novice category in 2009, won the cadet category in 2010 and two more consecutive times. In 2013, in the KF3 European Championship she had a horrible accident when she reached second place, thus being the only race that she has not finished, a tire on her car burst causing her to fly several meters until she crashed into a fence in front of the stands. She had several spinal injuries and had to undergo surgery several times so she had to retire for a year, losing the opportunity to be signed by the Red Bull Junior Team.

At the age of 14, a year after her accident she returned to the world of motorsport in Formula 3 with Prema PowerTeam, finishing in sixth position in the FIA Formula 3 European Championship, in 2015 she finished on the podium in second position.

In 2016 she signed with the Ferrari Driver Academy and entered Formula 2 where she won first place in the 2016 and 2018 seasons.

Two years later, in 2019, she was announced as a driver for Scuderia Ferrari for Formula 1 alongside Charles Leclerc. During her contract with Ferrari she raced 38 races of which she won 9 and came second in the 2019 drivers' championship.

On December 13 2020, during the race in Abu Dhabi, Ferrari announced that Torres would not be part of the team for the following season and a week later it was announced that she would be replaced by Carlos Sainz Jr. On March 2 2022 during the presentation of their new car Mercedes announced, after almost three months of confusion about Arabella's future in Formula 1, that the driver had signed a contract with them for a duration of eight years, that is, until 2029.

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𝗣𝗨𝗕𝗟𝗜𝗖 𝗜𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗔𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦 ↓

𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘𝗦 ↓

𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗦 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗔𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦 ↓

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𝗥𝗘𝗙𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗦 ↓

𝗘𝗫𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗦 ↓

[goldfish-in-a-bowl]

checo is the best supporting husband ❤️

[alexandersvh]

Checo, disfarça um pouco o amor né mano 🙄🙄

[userscuderia]

checo what are you looking at? 👀📱

[lestappenforever]

Charles going straight for his emotional support rival.

[lokideservesahug]

Against All Odds

Pairing: Sergio 'Checo' Pérez x wife!reader

Warnings: Mentions of crashes, children, swearing, slightly suggestive towards the end.

Notes: I'm not the most confident with this but I really hope I did this request some justice...

Request: Could you do fic for Checo Perez with wife reader? It was when he was at Racing Point when he won his first race at the 2020 Sakhir GP. She was worried when there was a crash and he was involved. But she was quickly assured that he was fine. He wanted to win that race for his wife and their children. So, he decides to fight his way through. Just something for his first win. You decide how it goes. Thanks!! :)))

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Summary: What happens after a driver crashes? They retire right? Well a certain Mexican driver may have a different agenda to the average pilot...

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You had never understood people when they said that their heart stop but when you saw on the big screen the racing point car hit the wall, you sure felt it. It was an accident, sure you know that but when the Renault behind him knocks his back end, you can't help but feel a brief moment of restatement towards the Frenchman that hit your husband. Your thoughts are still working in overdrive when you hear a few mumbles about lack of response. Shit. Checo hasn't responded yet. You squeeze your sons shoulder ad he grabs your leg, clearly worried about his father.

You just stare at the screen, waiting. Hoping. Praying. You can't even feel yourself breathe until... "I'm ok" the grunt of your husband made the entire mood of the garage shifts to be slightly less sombre. You can't even focus on your surroundings but when you see your husband pull back onto the track you grow slightly confused. "He's continuing?" You turn to the nearest crew member you can find. He nods his head and says something about Checo insisting on continuing to race and you can't help but smile and be proud if the sheer drive (no pun intended) of your lover.

He makes some truly amazing overtakes after the crash. And when Checo begins to come closer and closer to George you can feel yourself become short of breath for the second time today. The 63rd lap comes and goes but on the 64th lap, he completes the most glorious overtake (at least to you) and begins to lead the race. You can't stop yourself from smiling as everyone else in the garage jumps and cheers at his current P1 standing. You all continue watching on the edges of your setas as the laps race by. 70. 75. 80. 85. And by the time it reaches the 86th lap, the atmosphere in the motor point garage is buzzing. Nothing is for certain yet and anything can happen in a sport as unpredictable as Formula 1 you all know that but with Checo strongly keeping his lead for the past 22 laps and with Estaban being quite a bit behind, you're very confident in Checo's ability to keep his lead for the last lap.

You feel like electric with how much excitement you are feeling from those around you and also from your own excitement. You can't help but wonder how your children are reacting to the current predicament. Yes they are Young but that doenst mean they aren't their father's #1 supporters. They've only just become old enough to actualy form their own opinions about F1 and you can't even begin to explain your husbands excitement when they decided to support their father (even when you gave them a choice to support any driver they wanted). You turn to look at them (your son having gone to sit down next to his sister a few laps ago) only to see your son and daughter staying staying the screen in awe, with big smiles on their faces. You take a photo to show to your husband later.

And you don't even register Sergio Cross the finish line before you are being hugged by someone and then pulled to hug another person. The excitement is overwhelming and a huge grin splits open your mouth when you relapse what has just happened. Checo has won. For the first time ever, he's come out victorious. He ended lap 1 in last place, got crashed into earlier and still managed to win. Holy shit, this is unrealistic. The somehow rowdy garage manages to silence itself when your hisbands voice filters over the team radio but as you hear your husband speak his mither tongue and request that your son is watching. You can help but tear up at the sudden reality of the situation. He's really has done it.

You run out to the pit wall with the mechanics to congratulate the race winner and when he catches sight of you, he runs towards you and pulls you into his arms. The sheer happiness radiating from every direction causes him to well up and you just look at him and can't help yourself from crying. He just continues to hold you as the mechanics surround you and continue to hug and cheer for him. Your children run out, aided by a few crew members and Checo just scoops them into his arms and holds you all closely in a large family hug. You can near a few sniffles as he places his head on your shoulder but you don't have time time comment on it before he is being taken away to go to the podium.

You're at the front of the barriers with your son on your shoulders and your daughter in her little SP11 cap and pink ear defenders (which make her way too adorable) in your arms. The applause is almost overwhelming but when Checo come sout and stands on the top step, you let a few tears fall at the same time as your husband as he looks up to the sky. The Mexican national anthem fills your ears and you can help but grip your children slightly tighter to stabilise yourself and assure both them and you that this moment is real.

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Unsurprisingly, there are many post race celebrations especially for his maiden win. But when your husband returns to your hotel room and changes into his pajamas. You can't help but feel like this is one of your favourite moments of the day. Your husband sat on the bed with your two children sat next to them as he reads them a book before bed. Your daughter falls asleep with her head resting on her fathers bicep and you take a photo of the cute moment and csopp her up, putting her in the room adjacent to yours. Your son grabs his fathers hand and demands that the current champion pays him to bed which causes the both of you to smile. You gently shut the door when you turn to your husband. "Why did you do it?" "Hm?" He turns and looks at you curiously, surprised that you didn't follow him straight to the large ning sized bed. "Do what mi amor?" You settle next to him in bed and he wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you until your he'd is lying on his chest. "Retire after the crash." There's a brief moment of silence but clearly bot one of thought as he confidently replies "Because I ahd to for it for you all. I knew I could do it and I wanted to show to you, mis tres amores that you mean the world to me." You can't even begin to think of a response so yo just look u at him and softly bed your lips over his. He muemers in appreciation of your gesture but before he can deepen the kiss, you pull away. "As much as I would love to celebrate tonight, you deserve to rest Mr Champion" He grins at the title but pouts at the former words. "Not even a quick one?" You turn away from him. "No. Your rest is more important." You hear the rustling of sheets behind you and feel his arm wrap around your waist. "Are you sure I can't convince you sweetheart? Oh and who are you to deprive the champion of his reward?

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[formulawolff]

release - s.p.

pairing: fem!reader x sergio pérez

word count: 1.2k

warnings: semi-public sex, cursing, mentions of hate comments, penetration(p in the v!), unprotected sex, creampie, lemme know if i missed anything really, yadayadayada

synopsis: after a tough race and rough season, checo is desperate to release some pent up frustration.

a/n: this was yet another request by an anon! (i believe) i figured i would focus this fic on the current season as our poor checo is going through it. enjoy! <3

without a doubt, checo was in a slump.

there were a multitude of factors contributing to his poor performance as of lately.

questionable team strategies, the car itself, his confidence, and well, the public's perception of the driver were factors.

you couldn't count the number of hate comments, headlines, and rage bait posted all across social media. it was horrible, really. absolutely dreadful.

if you were in his shoes, you wouldn't have the greatest headspace either.

after a devastating p17 at silverstone, you were beginning to notice the toll the season was beginning to take on your beloved husband.

the once bright eyes were now dull, his radiant smile appearing less and less. his demeanor was beginning to shift, as the once quiet driver now spoke fewer and fewer words.

it was starting to concern you, really.

even now, as you sat with him in the driver's room, massaging his shoulders and neck, you wondered what was really going on in his head. since coming out of the car, he had uttered about three or four words. a thick cloud of resentment hung over him in a thick haze, his muscles wound up tightly as you kneaded along.

"baby," you murmur, mouth hovering by his ear, "you wanna talk about it?"

"not really," he mutters, "i'm not looking forward to facing the media."

"we could always just skip."

"oh princesa," he exhales, head lolling back, "you know we can't do that."

"well," your hand cups his face, the pad of your thumb caressing his cheekbone, "is there anything i can do?"

"if you could storm into the red bull garage for me and give them a piece of your mind, that would be a start."

"is that how you're feeling?" a giggle bubbles up in your throat, "tell me checo, how do really feel?"

for a moment, you catch all familiar glint in his eye. one you knew a little too well.

a tongue swipes along his lips, "well, there is one thing."

"and that is?" you press.

"i need to fuck you. it's been too long. way too long."

"baby," heat flourishes into your cheeks, billowing into your neck, "we're in your driver's room. anyone could come in at any time and--"

"we can lock the door," he offers, "you asked what you could do, and i'm telling you. please, princesa. i need you."

the desperation inflected in his tone sends your heart racing, that coziness pooling in the bottom of your abdomen. between your thighs, your clit pulses.

perhaps it had been a little too long.

ever since the string of unfortunate events, checo was more withdrawn whenever the two of you were alone. so, naturally, you didn't pry or press for anything sexual. he needed your emotional support. and as his wife, you were more than willing to toss your own desires to the side, trading it for comfort.

even if it had been well over three weeks since the last time you had came.

"you want to fuck me right here on this couch?"

"that's exactly what i plan on doing," he nods, "unless you have any other ideas."

"hmmm," you hum, eyes darting over to the clock, "you have about an hour before the first debrief. how about we--"

you're swiftly cut short by his lips crashing into yours, molding together as a whine rises, his tongue slipping into your mouth as your head tilts back.

the kiss is fiery, burning with lust as a hand wraps around the base of your neck, bringing you in even closer than you imagined possible.

even with the threat of someone interrupting, the moment was intimate, the driver's other hand squeezing your thigh, the warmth sending a shiver down your spine.

it was just the two of you, locked away in your own little world.

his body shifts, the kisses growing hungrier as he prompts you to lay on the couch. your back meets with the plush fabric, his mouth departing, roaming towards your neck.

he nips and sucks, careful to not linger for too long.

after all, the two of you were going to be in front of cameras in no time.

fingers hook the waistband of your jeans, unbuttoning them with ease. you can't help but watch as his eyes rake in your figure, how you look beneath him.

even after years together, he still admires as if you were his favorite piece of artwork, nothing but adoration bursting in his gaze as he slides the denim down your legs.

"so perfect," he pants, nearly breathless, "my stunning, perfect wife."

a finger ghosts over your clit, barely grazing the fabric of your panties. yet, you stifle a moan, the wetness pooling as he tugs his own sweats down.

although he's barely touched you, the intensity of your actions is enough, as his cock is hardened, throbbing with need as he situates himself between your thighs.

"are you sure you want to?"

his voice is soft, careful even.

"i need you, baby," you nod fervently, "please."

"i'm going to cum quick," the words are sheepish, an aloof, boyish grin plastered across his face, "it's been so long--'

"you know i don't care."

that's all the driver needed, his burrow furrowing as his tip slides in, plunging into you. your walls stretch, adjusting to his size as his hips roll, thrusting.

the pace is slow, sergio's eyes fixated on you as your face twists with pleasure, eyes squeezing shut.

this was everything he had been craving the last few weeks.

everything he needed, actually.

he's plunging deep into you now, burying himself within you. wrapping your arms around his neck, you bring him for sloppy, open-mouthed kisses, in a vain attempt to silence the whimpers flowing from your lips.

it's useless though.

filthy, lewd noises fill the tiny space as he grunts, "holy fuck."

"that good?"

"heavenly," he's breathless, nearly drunk off you now, "absolutely heavenly."

"gonna cum already?" you coo as his jaw clenches.

"f-fuck."

before you know it, he's coming undone, threads of cum pouring into your weeping cunt, filling you to the brim.

it was a release.

every pent up emotion was flowing into you now, accumulated from weeks and weeks of despair, bitterness, and fiery rage.

he pulls out, completely and utterly beside himself as you press one last kiss to his lips.

"c'mon baby, we need to get cleaned up and on our way."

as you get up from the couch, he pulls his pants up, tying the strings of his waistband together. you button your jeans, smoothing out any wrinkles, fluffing anything or everything that could have been roughed up.

yet, as you go to unlock the door, his hand catches your wrist.

"you didn't cum."

"so?" you shrug, "that wasn't about me."

the grip tightens slightly, "i'm going to finish you off later. i need it."

"oh yeah?" you tease, "will you be awake enough later?"

the driver lets out a chuckle, shaking his head, "i'm going to have to be. by the way, thank you."

"for what?"

he crosses over to you, leaning in. the tip of his nose brushes against yours, his eyes brimmed with nothing but pure and utter love.

"for being the best wife possible. i love you, so, so, so much. you deserve the world."

little did he know, he was your whole world.

and as long as he was content, that sparkle in his eyes apparent, that would be enough.

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[formola1]

[nofatclips]

Travessant la llum del sol by Univers from the album L'estat Natural

[goldfish-in-a-bowl]

some media duties but with a football date in the end ⚽️

[frenchcurious]

Max Verstappen (Red Bull) vainqueur - Sergio Pérez (Red Bull) 2éme - Charles Leclerc (Ferrari) 3éme du Grand Prix de Belgique - Spa-Francorchamps 2023. - source F1 Old and News.