#felipe drugovich x y/n

[writingshushf1]

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.”

[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.

[charlewiss]

snippets of you / felipe drugovich

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

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[charlewiss-writes]

behind the lense / felipe drugovich

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part 27: camera (part of one-word november prompts!)

pairing: felipe drugovich x photographer!reader

summary: he liked to take pictures before as a side hobbie apart from racing. but now that he found his muse, he's been hiding more often behind the lense, not knowing how to ask you out.

word count: 1.3k

being 22, you could never have dreamed of the position you were in at the moment: walking through the paddock, camera in hand and a press pass hanging on your neck. the weather in abu dhabi was humid and hot, but you couldn't care less at the moment. your first year as a photographer for f1's social media was coming to an end, and you still couldn't believe that this was your work. you were beyond grateful. due to being present at the immense majority of the gp's that occurred this year, your face was already known amongst the different teams. you had hit it off particularly well with mclaren's garage, being the main inspiration for lando and daniel to bought a camera and start their photographies accounts.

there was a big crowd around the aston martin's garage, and you quickly figured out it was thanks to seb. being the last grand prix of the season, the fourth time world champion's career was coming to an end, so everyone wanted to have a final look at the german. you could never have enough seb's pictures, so you tried to make your way into the multitude, until you bumped into someone's back. the man, you realized, was wearing an aston martin's shirt, so you figured he was a part of the team, even though you hadn't seen him before -you thought you would remember meeting someone this handsome before-. he politely smiled at you, like you two were the closest friends, and gave away his space so you could get alongside sebastian and snap a few pictures. he remained behind you, close but not enough to be invasive, protecting you from the occasional shoves the people around you propined to try and get closer to the driver. once you were done, you grinned back at him and started to make your way out of there, feeling a bit trapped after being so close to so many people.

"i'm sorry, i think we haven't met before".

when you turned to look at whoever had made that comment, directed towards you -at least, that's was what you could guess-, you were pleasantly surprised to find the handsome stranger who had played as your security guard a few moments ago.

"y/n, photographer for f1's socials. you? i feel like i haven't seen you before".

he smiled due to your implicit confession: he was important enough to be remembered by you. "felipe. half time photographer" the boy said, showing you the camera that was attached to his neck. he was about to say something else to you, when lance grabbed him by his shoulders and yanked him, startling the poor man. "you're needed at the garage, drugo, the car's waiting for you" the canadian said, without noticing that his friend was in the middle of something. when he lifted his eyes and saw you, it was like you could see how an idea came to mind. "y/n! so great to see you here. would you take a picture here with my friend? i need to post something congratulating the new f2 world champion!".

he was rushed by lance, so you couldn't talk to him and ask why hadn't he told you who he really was. and even though you didn't run into him for the remainder of the weekend, felipe still found his way to make you smile when he followed you on instagram on monday morning, after the season had ended and you were already at the plane to come back home. the three months that separated one season from the other were spent getting to know eachother, first through texts and then via facetime: you two hit it off instantly, keeping always in touch. because of this, you quickly noticed how much you missed him when he was too busy working with aston martin, or how often he checked his phone to see if he had gotten any messages from you when it was morning on your timezone.

when you came back to the paddock once the 2023 season had begun, you quickly made your way to the aston martin garage, where you knew felipe was at. since signing his contract to be a reserve driver, you assumed that the brazilian would be there. you realized your suppositions where correct when you heard his voice, this time, in real life, and not through some device. "are you looking for someone?" he jokingly said. you turned around and gave him a big hug, answering to his ask. "some handsome part-time photographer, do you happen to know who he is?" you hadn't meant to be so forward, and even though you two flirted as a joke on a daily basis, it was different when you were actually face to face. thankfully, he just laughed and hugged you even tighter.

"i think i know where he is. should we go look for him, amor?".

after months talking, you always come back to talk about photography: after all, it was what had brought you together. so now that you had reunited, it was only right that the first thing you did together was walk through the paddock and take as many pictures as you could. sometimes, you would sneakily take a picture of him, that would be kept hidden in a folder where nobody could see. it wasn't that you were ashamed of the newfound love you had for the driver, but rather than you didn't want to ruin a perfectly good friendship for some weird feelings that you weren't sure were even real. maybe you only liked him because you had a few things in common that you could talk about for hours. you were sure that you weren't actually in love with him. maybe, you were trying to convince yourself that you weren't.

after a few hours roaming the area, you decided it would be best for you and your poor, tired, feet, to go back to the aston martin garage to rest for a bit. when you were about to reach your destination, you noticed that felipe had stopped walking beside you, and when you turned, he was a couple of meters behind, still. "what happened, feli?" you called him by the nickname that you gave him back when you first started talking. "can i take a picture of you?" he shyly said. felipe knew that you preferred to remain behind the lense at all cost, noticing this for the first time when he checked your instagram page and there wasn't a picture where your face showed entirely: you were always hidding, either behind the lense on a mirror pic, or somehow covering your face with your hands.

felipe didn't understand why you did it. he thought you were the most beautiful person in the world, ever since seeing you and your worried face for the first time, back in november when you were trying to make your way through the crowd. at the time, he hadn't realized just important you would become to him. and now, after all these months knowing about his feelings for you, he still wasn't sure how would he manage to ask you out without die trying. so the only way he found was through the camera, and with lance's help. you groaned at his persistence in taking a picture of you, but knowing that you had taken plenty of him throughout the day, you felt kinda obliged to let him have at least one.

when you returned towards him to see how the photo had turned out, you saw a certain canadian behind you, holding a sign with the words "do you want to go out with me?" messily scribbled. you laughed when you saw it, face turned red, and trying very hard to mantain eye contact with felipe. "are you behind this?" you tried to say with a serious face, but you couldn't keep your lips from curling into a smile. "i don't know. if you say yes, i might be" he replied, grinning.

[vroom63]

Emotions // F.D

Warnings: smut, language, alcohol, unprotected sex (plz be responsible irl), some angst

Summary: Felipe confronts you about the way you've been acting

Word count: 1.7k

Authors note: this took a turn from what I originally had planned, but oh well... not beta read or edited as per usual

You could feel his eyes on you. His stare lingering, sending shivers up your spine. His eyes had been glued to you from the moment you set foot in Marcus’ apartment. You had agreed to help out with the podcast after Silverstone, but you had been held up in the paddock for so long, you arrived in the middle of filming. Felipe had seemed out of it, not really keeping up with Marcus, James and Clem. You were roused from your thoughts as James and Marcus wrapped up the episode. 

“Peach, are you coming out with us tonight?” Marcus asked, offering you a shot of tequila. Declining the offer, you answered “Sorry Kiwi, I have a date with my bed. I fly out tomorrow morning.”. He mumbled something about only living once before downing the shot and chatting to Clem and James about the plans for the evening.

You could feel Felipe behind you before he said anything. “I’m headed back to the hotel if you need a ride,” he offered. You surveyed him closely. “You’re not going out with the boys?” you asked. “Nope, I’m on the same flight as you tomorrow. Whole team is flying together, which you would have known if you hadn’t been avoiding me since Monaco.” he said, a slight edge to his voice. You had been avoiding him, burying yourself in work, but you hadn’t thought he had noticed. As if he could read your mind, he added “what, you didn’t think I would notice? I woke up to an empty bed, a horrible hangover and radio silence. I’m not stupid.”.

The thing was, you weren't sure he even remembered Monaco. He had been plastered, not that you had been much better. You had ended up in his bed, pressed against his sheets, and though you didn’t have any regrets, you didn’t know how to face him. You couldn’t meet his eyes. Choosing to ignore what he had said, you said “I do need a ride, thanks for offering.”. Felipe seemed to be contemplating saying something else, but chose not to. This was probably not the best setting to have this conversation.

The tension in the lift up to the floor the team was staying on, was so thick you had trouble breathing. You knew Felipe had the room across the hall from you, so when he walked with you along the hallway you weren’t surprised. You looked up at him as you stopped outside your door, “thanks for the ride, I’ll see you tomorrow.” you said, still not meeting his eyes. “Y/N.” his voice was stern, “look at me.”. For the first time in over a month, you met those beautiful brown eyes. Eyes that were swimming with unsaid words and emotions. “Can we talk about this please?” he asked. Nodding your head once, you opened the door to your room and held it open for him.

Not knowing what to do or say, you remained standing with your back to him as the door closed. He was behind you in a flash. You could feel the heat from his body radiating towards you. “Why did you leave?” he asked, “why did you pretend nothing happened? Why are you avoiding me?”. It was clear from his voice that he was hurt and confused. The two of you had danced on the edge of more for years, but nothing had really happened until Monaco. Slowly turning around, you looked up at him. “I panicked. And I didn’t think you’d remember, considering the amount of alcohol you had consumed.” you said, trying to justify your actions. Truth was, you were scared. Things could never go back to normal after this. 

“I didn’t drink as much as you thought I did. I may have had a hangover when I woke up, but that was nothing to the feeling when I realized you were not there. Everything from that night is crystal clear.” he said, sounding frustrated, “Every single thing, from the way it felt to finally have your lips against mine, to the sweet sounds you made, to the feeling of peace as I fell asleep with you in my arms.”. His words were stirring something deep inside you, and you could feel the burn of tears in your eyes. “I’m sorry,” you said, “I didn’t know.”. “Didn’t know what exactly?” he countered, “that I’d remember, or that I have been in love with you for ages?”. 

The last statement seemed to suck all the oxygen out of the room. “What?” you whispered. “Peach, I have been in love with you since I joined MP back in the day. I didn’t know what to do about it, then in Monaco I was so sure you felt the same way. And then I woke up to an empty bed.” he said, and you couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. You let them fall, surging forward to kiss him. The anxiety and stress from the last month seemed to melt aways as Felipe wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. “I love you too,” you whispered as you came up for air. He grinned against your lips, tapping your thigh to indicate that you should jump. Wrapping your legs around his waist, he began assaulting your neck with kisses and bites as he moved towards the bed.

Felipe sat down with you in his lap, slowly laying back against the shee as you continued your makeout session. It didn’t take long for your hips to start moving against him, drawing the most beautiful sounds from him. His hands found your hips, guiding your movement as he sucked on your neck. The different sensations sent shockwaves of pleasure through you, making you whimper as your hands found purchase in his hair. 

“Felipe,” you moaned as the fabric of your jeans rubbed your clit in the most perfect way, “baby please.”. Without needing any more words, Felipe dragged your shirt over your head, popped the button of your jeans and rolled you over on your back before you could comprehend what was happening. He quickly got rid of your jeans, followed shortly by his clothes joining yours on the floor. His hands wandered over your hips, caressing your skin with the lightest touch. You had been craving his touch for the last month, and the way he was teasing was driving you crazy. “Baby, we can take our time later, but if you don’t get that delicious cock of yours inside me right this moment, I will find my toys and do it myself.” you threatened, making Felipe let out a laugh. 

“Always so impatient.” he said, but dragged his cock along your slit, lining up with your entrance regardless. A high pitched moan left you as he sank into you, filling you in the best way. “Fuck baby, you feel so good.” he groaned, lips attacking themselves to you neck again. You had no word to describe the feeling of him fucking you, even though the pace he set felt more like making love than fucking. “More,” you begged, all rational thoughts had left the chat ages ago. He did as you asked, picking up the pace as he adjusted your position. He suddenly withdrew, causing you to protest loudly. “Relax honey, I’m just making it better for you.” he said, a smile present in his voice.

He slid a pillow under your ass, effectively lifting your pelvis up from the bed. Sliding back in, you could feel him hitting your g-spot with every thrust. “Fuck, Felipe,” you moaned, having no other thoughts in you brain than Felipe, Felipe, Felipe. He put a hand on your lower abdomen, pressing down slightly, and you swore you could see stars. The orgasm hit you like a freight train, coming out of nowhere. You had never had an orgasm as intense as this one, and it felt like an eternity before you came down from the high. 

As the ringing in your ears stopped, you noticed two things. Felipe panting like he had run a bloody marathon, and the pillow underneath you felt wet. Looking down, you were met with the sight of Felipe's abs, absolutely drenched. Realizing what had happened, you felt a blush rise in your cheeks. “That was the hottest thing I have ever seen. I don’t think I’ve come so hard in my life.” Felipe sighed, dropping down on your chest, effectively pinning you to the bed. “I missed your orgasm? Damn it, that's the best part.” you complained, feeling him shake with laughter. “I promise baby, there will be many more to come.” he said, voice slightly muffled by your tits. You just laughed, running your nails along his scalp, feeling perfectly at peace for the first time in a long time. 

Waking up in Felipe’s arms felt like a dream. At first you were not sure that it was real life, but the ache in your abs confirmed that it was indeed, real life. Slowly getting out of his arms, you set towards the bathroom, flicking the light on as you went. The second you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, you let out a loud shriek. “FELIPE DRUGOVICH, HOW THE HELL DO YOU EXPECT ME TO COVER THESE UP?!” you screamed, stalking back to the bed, where a sleepy Felipe looked back at you. The moment he saw your neck he was reduced to a fit of giggles. The entire expanse of your neck was filled with deep purple bruises, screaming what you had been up to the night before. “You are lucky I love you,” you said, going back to the mirror to assess the damage. “I love you too,” he called from the bed, still laughing. You shook your head, steeling yourself for the teasing comments Clem would throw at you later.

[minkyungseokie]

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[clxja16]

Since Day One

Part Three

Arthur Leclerc X Reader

Genre: childhood friends to lovers

Warnings: language

Word Count: 4K

Author’s Note: okay this is it, I don’t think I’m gonna do a part four. Unless idk if you guys absolutely beg for a part four. But yeah this is it. It is insane how many people like part two and asked for a part three. I was genuinely stunned, idk what to say guys. Thank you so much for showing this so much love. I’m sorry if this doesn’t live up to expectations, i felt like I made you guys wait long enough for it.

Part one, Part two

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Charles and Arthur had to be in Austria before Thursday to prepare for the next race. You were adamant about not going, saying you did not prepare to be away from home for more than a week. That even staying in the UK for the weekend was setting you back in a multitude of things.

“You said you weren’t gonna stay away anymore,” Charles said. As all of them, Charles, Charlotte, Arthur, and Lorenzo, crammed into your hotel room before going to the airport.

“I’m not trying to stay away,” you said, shoving more things into your luggage, as Arthur and Charlotte deliberately unpacked things.

“Then why can’t you come to Austria with the rest of us?” Charles asked, crossing his arms.

“Because I did not plan to be in Austria,” you exclaimed. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to go, but Austria wasn’t in the original plan. “I’ll come to Monza.”

“What is it that you are really rushing back to Monaco for?” Charles looked you dead in the eye.

“It’s not your job, you said you were able to work remotely,” Charlotte deduced.

“It’s not your parents, because they don’t require you to be home like before,” Lorenzo added, he always kept in close contact with your parents.

“It’s not a guy, because you just told me that the last guy fell through when you found out he was a Ferrari fan,” Arthur then added.

“It can’t be money, your job pays you more than enough to travel with us,” Charles said.

“You know, I have no clothes for the rest of the trip, nor a plane ticket to Austria like the rest of you,” you said, trying to give any excuse to not go to Austria, “not to mention I was planning on splurging on a trip for my parents and their anniversary, and I don’t think a last minute trip to Austria will fit in the budget.”

“I’ll cover you for Austria,” Lorenzo, Charles, and Arthur said in sync.

“We’ll cover your expenses for Austria y/n, we really want you to be there with us,” Lorenzo said.

“You’re not taking no for an answer huh?” You said, looking at the three Leclercs. All of them shaking their heads. “Let’s go to Austria then,” you sighed in defeat, as all of them cheered.

“Okay good, here is your ticket,” Lorenzo said, pulling the paperwork out of his pocket. You looked at Lorenzo absolutely dumbfounded, “when you showed up for Arthur's sprint race, I knew you would have to come to Austria with us, so I got the ticket then,” Lorenzo revealed.

You took the ticket from Lorenzo, waving it in his face, while saying “normal people don’t do this Lo,” then you looked at the other two brothers, “normal people don’t expect their friends to be able to drop everything and travel to a different country with them.”

-

Unfortunately for you, Lorenzo couldn’t get you on the same flight as the rest of them. You were leaving the UK the same day as them, but several hours later. Lorenzo and the rest of them will arrive in Austria, Tuesday afternoon, while you will arrive closer to Tuesday night. You really didn’t mind it all too much. The few hours alone will allow you to gather your thoughts. Or so you thought.

“Y/n,” you heard your name from across the airport. “Y/n,” it was Felipe Drugovich, “that is you.”

“Felipe,” you said, going to hug him, “it’s been a minute.”

“It has, how have you been? Are you coming to the races again?”

You smiled, you weren’t close with Felipe, but the two of you always had a friendly relationship. “I’ve been good, and I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to attend all the races, but I’ll definitely start coming again. What about you though, race winner”

“Only a couple,” Felipe smiled, he was always so humble.

“A couple? You have three feature race wins, and you’ve scored in almost all of the races,” you smiled.

“Not all, and you’ve kept up with us?”

“Just because I’m not attending the races, doesn’t mean I didn’t keep up with them.”

“Just surprised you kept up with F2, there isn’t a Leclerc in F2 at the moment,” Felipe joked, raising an eyebrow at you.

“There doesn’t need to be a Leclerc for me to keep up with something,” you took slight offense.

“I’m just saying the Leclerc princess was only focused on the Leclerc's last season,” Felipe said. You let his statement sit for a moment, and watched as Felipe realized what he called you. His face changed from cocky to shocked.

“The what?”

“You weren’t supposed to know that,” Felipe quickly corrected his mistake.

“Leclerc princess? Who is calling me that?”

Felipe sighed, knowing that he was going to have to explain now. “It was a joke between the F2 guys last season because you were only focused on the Leclercs and you were treated like a Princess by them,” Felipe revealed.

“Please don’t tell me that you guys actually thought that,” you were absolutely shocked. You knew the boys always took care of you at the races but you didn’t think you were being treated like a princess.

“Y/n, it’s fine,” Felipe said, trying to make amends. “Arthur them we’re taking care of their friend, we understand it.”

“I didn’t…”

“I promise we never called you that with malicious intent,” Felipe didn’t know if what he was saying was making the situation better or worse. “It was stupid Robert who started the joke because you rejected him, and Arthur told him off about it. I promise that nickname wasn’t made with vicious ideas.”

“When did Robert try to get with me?” You asked not recalling any moment when Robert tried to ask you out.

“Are you serious?” Felipe didn’t know what to say, everyone knew about Robert trying to get with you. “In Monaco, Robert asked if you wanted to get dinner after the race. You said that you had dinner plans with the Leclerc family and you would text him about getting dessert together, then you never texted him or spoke to him again. Then Arthur told Robert to stop bothering you.”

“I, I didn’t know he meant like a date. I actually had dinner plans already that night, Auntie Pa made food and Arthur kept bugging me that night, I must’ve completely forgotten about Robert.” You slapped your hands against your face, completely dumbfounded that you had forgotten about Robert. “I promise I never told Arthur to say anything.”

Felipe did nothing of the sorts to help you, just laughing at your recount of events. “It’s fine y/n, Robert has gotten over it, and Arthur wasn’t mean, he just told Robert to back off a little.”

“I feel terrible,” you said, not knowing what to do, not knowing how to apologize to Robert.

“Don’t even worry about it, princess,” Felipe teased further, causing you to blush further from embarrassment.

-

After checking into the hotel, and getting all of his stuff into the room, Arthur headed back to the airport to pick you up. He adamantly volunteered to pick you up, instead of sending a Uber for you, because he wanted a few minutes of you to himself. The drive from the airport to the hotel wasn't long but Arthur insisted he pick you up and he insisted on picking you up by himself.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to go with you?” Charles asked again.

“I’m sure, I’m just driving to the airport and back, I’ll be fine,” Arthur insisted.

“Text us when you got her,” Lorenzo said, before the two started back into the hotel.

Arthur wanted a few minutes alone with you because he didn’t want either of his brothers to be revealing any more information. When Lorenzo said ‘Arthur has a crush on you’ to you, Arthur felt his heart drop. He didn’t want you to reject him in front of his brothers. That would have been too much embarrassment for him. Instead you just said, ‘we’ll talk about it later, yeah?’ To which Arthur nodded, he had hoped that the drive back would be the perfect time to talk about it.

When Arthur got to the airport, he was still early, so he found a spot to park, and headed towards baggage claim to wait for you. He found you easily, you were talking to someone. As he made his way closer he noticed you were talking to Felipe. Felipe then grabbed your bag from the belt, while saying something that made you laugh. Arthur felt his heart stop for a moment, what did Felipe say to make you laugh like that? Was all he could think.

-

“I think your ride is here,” Felipe said, you followed his gaze to see Arthur standing there arms crossed. The sight of Arthur waiting for you, causing your smile to grow. You and Felipe end up being on the same flight, sitting right next to each other. “Still the Leclerc princess I see.”

“Shut up Felipe,” you blushed at the nickname that Felipe has been continually calling you the entire flight. “I’ll see you at the track,” you said, as you began to walk towards Arthur.

“See you then princess,” Felipe said, causing you to turn more red, blushing brighter. You were shaking your head at the nickname.

As you walked towards Arthur, you felt your smile get bigger. You tried to stop yourself from smiling, but you couldn’t contain it. You had to repeatedly remind yourself that Arthur still has a girlfriend. “Hi,” you said to Arthur.

Arthur hummed in acknowledgement, taking your bags from you. It wasn’t like him to be this silent. “Everything okay?” You asked.

“Didn’t know Felipe was on your flight,” Arthur huffed out, his tone causing you to stifle your giggle.

“Are you jealous Arthur?” You asked, beginning to tease. “Are you jealous that me and Felipe were on the same flight together, and sitting, and talking together the entire flight?” The opportunity to tease Arthur, has been few and far between in your friendship with him. Being around Charles and Lorenzo his entirely life, had built Arthur up. There was nothing that you could say that would bug him. So whenever you did find something to tease him about, you would take it and run.

Arthur didn’t give any answer to your teasing, silently putting your bags into the car. Arthur didn’t respond because he was actually jealous. Why did Felipe get to be with you and not him? Why did it have to be Felipe? Couldn’t it have been someone, anyone else next to you. When Lorenzo told Arthur, he bought you a plane ticket to Austria. Arthur begged Lorenzo to change his flight to be with you. Why did Felipe get to be on your flight and not him?

You teased Arthur the entire car ride to the hotel, when you finally pulled up to the front. Arthur put the car in park for the valet boys. However before you could open the door to get out, Arthur locked the doors, stopping you. You looked back at him slightly confused, and all Arthur said was “yes I am jealous.” He then unlocked the doors and got out before you.

You rushed out after Arthur, to see him already grabbing your bags. “Arthur,” you said to grab his attention. Arthur instead of answering you, turned to hand over the keys to the valet. He then walked past you carrying your bags. You followed after him, “you shouldn’t be jealous,” you said just loud enough for him to hear. Arthur didn’t say anything, continuing to remain silent, “after all Felipe isn’t the one I’m rooting for during the races, nor is he the person that I’m gonna be with this weekend.” You watched as your words curved a smirk onto Arthur’s face.

-

Arthur had brought you up to the room, “so mine and Lorenzo’s room is just a couple doors over, and Charles and Charlotte’s room is a few more doors down.”

“We’re all on one floor?” You asked as you began to unpack your limited clothing.

“Lorenzo booked all the rooms together, so they put it all on one floor,” Arthur said, trying to find the courage to continue the conversation. “Y/n, don’t you think we should talk?”

“Talk?” You knew exactly what Arthur meant, but you were hoping to avoid the conversation just a little longer, in hopes that maybe your feelings for him would go away in a few hours. “Talk about what?” You didn’t meet Arthur’s gaze, because you knew the moment you looked into his eyes, you would fold.

Arthur grabbed your arm, pulling you away from your luggage, “you know what we need to talk about.”

When you looked up at Arthur, his eyes looking hurt, “don’t you have a girlfriend.” You watched as Arthur’s face changed, first being confused, then realization.

“No,” Arthur said with relief, “I forgot to tell you, we broke up.”

“Arthur did you actually break up,” you turned back to your own unpacking, “you and her are always going on breaks and getting back together…”

“I promise,” Arthur said, jumping onto your bed to look at you, “we’re done, for real this time.”

You looked at home suspiciously not really believing it, “well just because you broke up with her, doesn’t mean you and I are just gonna become a thing.”

“Why not?” Arthur sat up confused.

“Because you know how bad that will look, that you just left your girlfriend and started dating someone new. Everyone will think you only left her because of me.”

“What does it matter what anyone else thinks?” Arthur asked, as he got off the bed, coming towards you. Taking your face in his hands.

“Arthur,” you spoke softly, pulling his hands away from your face, “it matters the most. I…”. You paused, unsure how to admit your feelings about the situation. “I love you Arthur, I will always love you, but…”

“But what?” And all over, Arthur became unable to read. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

“Maybe,” you pulled away completely, turning your back on Arthur, “I shouldn’t have come to Austria.”

“Fuck y/n,” Arthur shouted out, “what are you talking about not coming to Austria?” You turned back to look at Arthur, who was red in the face, “you said,” Arthur pointed his finger at you, his words laced with venom, “you weren’t gonna stay away and now that I tell you how I feel, you’re just gonna run away.”

“That’s not,” you started to shake your head viciously, “that’s not what I meant Arthur, I…”

“Then what is it?” Arthur shouted once more, “you say you love me, you said you weren’t gonna stay away but now you don’t want to be here with us, with me.”

“Arthur please,” you felt the tears rolling down your face. Arthur has never yelled at you before like he’s doing at this moment. “Stop yelling at me,” your words were whispers, that fell on deaf ears.

“I am in love with you y/n, and I have spent years thinking I will always be second to Charles,”

“You’re not second,” you couldn’t find it in yourself to speak louder. “Arthur, I am in love with you.”

“Then why don’t you want to be here, with me?” You could finally see the tears welled in Arthur’s eyes.

“I can’t,” you broke down in full sobs, “I can’t take your fans.” His fans, “I can’t take the constant bashing from people that don’t know me, I ran away because I couldn’t take it. I am weak and I am ashamed,” you wiped away your tears, staring at the floor instead of Arthur, “and I just can’t handle it like you or Charles or Charlotte, I want to.” You looked up back at Arthur, his features had softened, “I wish I could do it Arthur, I do. I want to be at every race, under every podium, to be with you, always, but I don’t think I can, I’m sorry.”

Arthur wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer than ever before. You began to sob, feeling ashamed that little comments from strangers messed you up this bad. You buried your face deeper into Arthur’s chest, feeling safety in his arms.

-

“Where is y/n?” Lorenzo asked Arthur, as he was in the middle of training.

“Not sure,” Arthur shrugged, as he continued on unbothered. Lorenzo looked a little confused, because Arthur was the one that took your absences the hardest among the three of them. Why wouldn’t he take it the hardest though?

Just a few moments later, Charles joined Arthur and Lorenzo. Whenever their, Charles and Arthur’s, race weekends aligned together, the two would train together to prepare for a race. “Where’s y/n?” Charles asked, as he scanned the room, thinking he would see you tucked away in a corner. Arthur, not verbally acknowledging the question, shrugged.

Now it was Charles’ turn to be confused. Charles missed having you around very much, and it meant a lot to him that you were there in Silverstone. However Charles knew it meant more to Arthur that you were there, than it did to him. Charles exchanged a look with Lorenzo, to which Lorenzo just shook his head and shrugged as well.

“She’s gonna be at the races though, right?” Charles tried to ask nonchalantly.

“She said she would be,” Arthur answered, even more nonchalant. Charles and Lorenzo exchanged another look, trying to determine if you and Arthur got into a fight or what.

-

You currently sat at lunch with Charlotte, while the boys were doing their training.

“So, did you and Arthur talk?” Charlotte asked, after your waiter dropped the appetizers.

“We did,” you smirked thinking back to your conversation with Arthur.

“Your smirk indicates it went well,” Charlotte's eyes widened in anticipation.

“Well,” you paused thinking further about the entire conversation, “it ended well.”

“Ended well? It started off bad?” Charlotte let out a little chuckle.

“Yeah,” you laughed out, “Arthur mentioned he broke up with his girlfriend.”

“Oh, but that was a long time coming already,'' Charlotte reasoned, as she began to pick away at the appetizers.

“I know that, I just didn’t want Arthur to think that just because he broke up with his girlfriend. I would just jump into a relationship with him. Not to mention how that would look.”

“So you and him are not together then?”

“Umm no, yes,” you chuckled some more.

“What happened in that hotel room?” Charlotte laughed, trying to understand what the two of you talked about. “Something not innocent?” Charlotte eyebrows raised, as she giggled some more.

“No no, nothing like that,” you quickly corrected with a laugh. “We just talked, talked about a lot of things. Tried to make him understand what I felt.”

“That’s good,” Charlotte reasoned, “you definitely need to communicate more.”

“Me and Arthur are going to try being in a relationship together, slowly though and privately.” You began to blush at the thought of Arthur and you, together.

“That’s very good,” Charlotte smiled, she smiled a proud smile at you. In a way, Charlotte felt relieved, she would never admit it though. Charlotte knew that Charles will always feel some type of love for you, but Charles would never betray his brothers. A very small part of Charlotte will forever be jealous, and worried about your relationship with Charles, however now you being with Arthur she can rest a little easier at night.

“I don’t know if Arthur told his brothers yet though”

“Why wouldn’t he tell them?” Charlotte asked, slightly confused. The three of them were three peas in a pod, always telling each other everything. Charles and Lorenzo would be the first people on Arthur list to tell anything to.

“I don’t know, when I told Arthur I wanted a more private relationship, he was fine with that, but he insisted on being the one to tell his brothers,” you said with a shrug, not really understanding Arthur’s reasoning.

“Well Charles knows nothing, when I told him about lunch today, he told me to figure out what’s going on between you and Arthur.” Charlotte said with a giggle, recalling Charles' words from this morning.

-

Later that night, after all the marketing duties, training, and media request, did Arthur finally return to the hotel. Lorenzo had told Arthur that he would be having dinner with some people about Arthur’s future, and that he wouldn’t return until later. Arthur made quick work of showering and getting into a comfy outfit, before leaving his hotel room, and going up a couple doors to your hotel room.

As soon as the first knock came, you opened the door for Arthur sporting the biggest smile you could manage. “Hi,” you smiled more, that Arthur could only chuckle at you.

“Hi,” Arthur smiled, back before walking into your room. “Miss me?”

“Always,” you said, as you pecked Arthur’s lips. Arthur wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer that every part of your body touched his, as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“You know, I love coming home to you,” Arthur whispered against your lips, before planting another small kiss against them.

“This isn’t home though, this is a hotel,” you smirked.

“Home is wherever you are.”

That night as you cuddled closer to Arthur, the two of you lay in the middle of the bed. Watching whatever movie sounded funny.

“You know,” you started off, thinking about everything you and Arthur talked about today, “when I said going slow with our relationship and keeping things private, I didn’t mean not telling your brothers.”

“I know,” Arthur smirked, “but I want them to sweat a little, they currently think we’re fighting.”

You furrowed your eyebrows looking at Arthur, “how do you know they think we’re fighting? Why do they think we’re fighting?”

“Because I know them, and I know they won’t ask directly what’s going on, they’re just gonna wait until I tell them”

“Are you punishing them for exposing you a few days ago?”

“Maybe,” Arthur chuckled, looking down at you cuddled into his side. “They deserve it, either way.”

You cuddled closer to Arthur, trying to soak up as much heat that was emitting off of him, as possible. “Thank you for respecting my wishes to keep our relationship private for now.” Ou spoke softly into Arthur’s chest, instead of to him.

You could feel the vibration from Arthur’s chuckle, “I’d do anything for you, anything to keep you by my side.”

After your initial disagreement with Arthur, the two of you talked more about the situation in Amsterdam last year. You talked about how the fans made you feel, how you thought staying away would be best for everyone, why you thought that as well. You made sure Arthur understood your viewpoint on the entire situation. Especially that you no longer felt safe being around any of them, because you thought whenever you were with them, you were on display for the world to judge.

Arthur spoke of how you made him feel, his disagreement with Charles, and just exactly how your interactions, although not meant to hurt him, did. Arthur made sure that you understood how he felt. He felt like you were staying away because that would be easier for Charles. Arthur thought that you cared more about how Charles felt rather than how he felt.

After the two of you talked extensively, did you guys begin to discuss your relationship. You finally admitted to having romantic feelings for Arthur, and that you wanted to be with him. Arthur admitted to always being in love with you, and just forever thinking that you loved Charles more than him. The two of you agreed that you would be in a relationship with each other, but that it would go slowly, and privately. Arthur was gonna do everything in his power to ensure you felt safe being around him. That you were no longer on display for the world to critique, that you were just the girl he’s in love with. And you had never been so in love.

[lovelytsunoda]

payphone // dennis hauger

summary: it's not easy dating a formula 2 driver, especially when you're trying to balance that with your first year of college and he's halfway across the world.

if happily ever afters did exist, i would still be holding you like this. all the fairy tales are full of shit, one more fucking love song and i'll be sick

pairing: dennis hauger x female reader

warnings: anxiety and burnout, stress. dennis being the best boyfriend anybody could possibly ask for. he's also a little cheeky.

authors notes: not sure if I love the way this ended but I love this idea and kinda ran with it…could do a part two if I really wanted to like I still have so much to say

the apartment door slammed shut behind her as she ran immediately to her room, exhausted and ignoring her two roommates: one was in the kitchen attempting not to burn the mac and cheese, and the other was watching the leafs game on the large television.

wiping her eyes, y/n y/l/n placed her backpack on the floor before flopping down on the bed, rolling over and staring at the bland ceiling.

it had been the longest day of her life.

she had been awake since six in the morning, in classes from eight am until well after noon, and she was so tired that she couldn;t work out if she had actually paid enough attention because her mind kept wandering, her fingers hovering over the buttons for the f2 website, attempting to follow the race and her classes at the same time.

sometimes, she felt like a really shitty girlfriend, especially when she was so busy with school that she couldn't drop everything and follow dennis halfway around the world, no matter how much she wanted to.

and she missed him like hell.

they were both still so young, and neither of them deserved to have this much pressure on their relationship so early. they were just kids.

she sat up, hair messy and eyes bleary, reaching into her backpack for her cell phone. the one person that she needed right now was a million miles away, even though the f2 season was pretty much over after felipe drugovich took the title in monza. the final race was in abu dhabi, time zones and dial tones away.

y/n was lucky, she had been able to follow dennis for the portion of the season that took place over her summer break, directly following her high school graduation. dennis had been there to see her walk across the stage, and she would always remember the stink eye that her father gave the young driver just before the two teenagers boarded prema's private plane to fly out to silverstone, and she had stayed with him through to spielberg before she needed to fly home, preparing the final small details before she was due to move out for college.

she loved the people dennis worked with, found them easy to get along with. clement novalak would often send her memes in the middle of the day, whatever time zone he was in, for the sole purpose of making sure that she remembered to smile.

the phone rang three times before dennis picked up, hair messy and bags under his eyes. he looked like he had just woken up, and the husky yet slurred tone of voice confirmed it.

she had forgotten there was a massive time difference between abu dhabi and toronto.

even though it was four thirty where she was, it would have been past midnight where he was, and with it being the night before a feature race, dennis would need all the sleep that he could get. she instantly felt bad, the emotion overwhelming her as she began to cry again.

"princess, what's wrong? is everything okay."

"i miss you so much." she managed to say, wiping her eyes. "i've been awake since six in the morning, and i have so much fucking work to do tonight that i probably wont get to sleep until about one in the morning even though i've been in the library working almost non stop since class ended. i've barely had a chance to eat today and i feel like a fucking shitty girlfriend for not being in abu dhabi with you."

she could hear fabric rustling on the other end as dennis sat up in bed, readjusting the camera. the t-shirt he had worn to bed was one that he bought when they both went to manchester, something with a shitty manchester saying on it that he had bought because he thought that it was funny.

she missed being in dennis' arms, breathing in his woodsy scent. she missed his arms around her waist while she tried to make dinner, playing with the rings on his fingers while he held her.

"baby, it's going to be okay. i'll be home in a few days, and i'll come straight there, okay? the guys will understand why i can;t go out and party with them, i can get an earlier flight."

"i don't want to be a burden, dennis. go out with your friends. i can wait another seventy-two hours."

it killed dennis to hear her like that, the pure defeat in her voice. she looked exhausted, and he wondered if there was something she wasn't telling him, if her anxiety was getting bad again.

"baby, you need to eat something. what do you want for dinner, let me order you something."

"you're going to uber eats me dinner from the emirates?"

"done. i've ordered greek straight to the building. it'll be there in twenty minutes."

her stomach clenched. even from the other side of the world, dennis was truly the perfect person. her person. and letting him go chase his dreams sometimes hurt more than it should have. "i miss you."

"i know, princess. i miss you too. make sure you eat something and get some rest, okay? class can wait, but you should come first."

"i know. call me when your flight lands."

"always."

"alice and i will be watching tomorrow. thea as well, if she doesn't have work. get some rest, you can't be tired tomorrow if you're gonna get in that car."

dennis laughed. "i'll call you before the race, yeah?"

"always. good luck, darling."

"luck doesn't matter. felipe's won already."

she chuckled, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "tell the guys i say hello, yeah? i love you, dennis."

"i love you too, y/n."

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it was dark outside, candles on the coffee table as y/n and alice sat on the ikea couch, clutching each other’s hand as the race was in full swing on the large television. thea had come home from her overnight shift at tims. she was still wearing her work shirt when she joined her two roommates on the couch.

“who’s winning?”

“pourchaire. felipe is right behind him. dennis is firmly in p5.”

“so you’ve met most of these guys, right.” alice raised her eyebrows, flipping her dyed hair out of her face. “who’s fuckable?”

“jesus christ, al!” y/n cackled “well, dennis is extraordinarily fuckable, and it’s an activity I have taken part in multiple times before-“

“okay, we get it!” thea cut her off. “she means ‘is felipe drugovich single.”

alice gaped “no need to attack me like that!”

all three girls burst out into laughter, y/n momentarily forgetting the pain of not being by dennis’ side, all the stress that she was shouldering on her own.

and when the love of her life crossed the line in third place, his final podium finish of the season, all three girls jumped around the living room and cheering, arms around each other.

quick as a razor she grabbed her phone, taking a video of the celebrations before sending it to dennis.

“I’m proud of you, baby.” she said into the camera. “get home safe, hauger.”

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abu dhabi

“dennis mate, don’t be a buzzkill.” jack doohan laughs, sitting on the hood of his renault. “that’s p3 mate, you need to celebrate somehow.”

“I changed my flights, I’m heading home in like, three hours. I really can’t stay.” dennis insisted, digging around in his duffle bag for his keys.

the f1 season had concluded, each of the f2 boys watching from the paddock club balcony, beers in hand as sebastian vettel crossed the line in yas marina for the last time.

half an hour later, they were in the parking lot, signing autographs and talking about the after party. felipe already had one girl on each arm, and two following him out of the paddock, enamoured with the f2 champion.

“I don’t know about you guys, but instead of getting hammered and downright wasted to the point where we’re all acting like clem, I’d like to be on a plane to toronto so I can hug my girlfriend again.”

liam lawson pretended to gag as marcus armstrong clapped the prema driver in the shoulder. “when did you become the romantic one?”

“fuck you, lawson.” dennis chuckled, unlocking his porsche. “I’ll tell her you said hi, yeah?”

“give her my best. you’re a good man, hauger.” marcus gave him a mock salute. “tell her she’s welcome on screaming meals whenever.”

“fat chance, marcus. now get away from my car before you get yourself run over.”

“does she know you’re coming back early?” clement novalak asked, his usual dazed expression on his face. “don’t give her a heart attack or anything.”

clement knew what y/n was like, the anxiety coursing through her veins. though he could come across as an airhead, clem was a very perceptive person, and it didn’t take him long to figure out that y/n was just putting on a front, the worries that were behind her eyes. that was why he texted her all the time, making sure that she remembered to smile while dennis did all of the doting boyfriend bullshit.

he also knew that y/n hated it when dennis would put her needs above his own, opting to stay in on nights out and spend time with her, curled up next to her in bed while she read her book, or laughin as they both fumbled in the hotel kitchen trying to make a proper dinner. y/n didn’t want people thinking she was a burden, and worried what the other drivers would think of her if dennis kept offering to stay with her instead of going out with the boys.

“I called alice, one of the roommates. she knows and she’s gonna let me into the building and whatever while y/n is at class. I’ll be there when she comes back.”

“lovesick fool.” jehan daruvula snickered. “I’m surprised fucking clem hasn’t said anything yet.”

"make sure she's taking care of herself. you know how she can get when it's bad." felipe said softly. "make sure she knows she's loved."

it. almost as if nobody wanted to mention y/n's one drastic flaw: her overthinking and sometimes needy nature. she couldn't help it, and dennis didn't mind. he just wished that the love of his life could feel more comfortable with her own mind and emotions.

dennis smiled, pulling out his phone. “guys, say hi to y/n. I’ll send her the video just before I get on the plane, she’s never gonna see it coming.”

the f2 grid crammed themselves into the camera frame, waving at the camera after dennis pressed record, clem even going as far as blowing joking kisses at the camera before dennis ruffled his hair, pushing clems head back and forth.

“love you, princess. I’ll be home soon.”

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dennis ahuger had spent almost thirteen hours on a plane coming from abu dhabi and he still insisted on driving himself to the housing building, which was another forty five minutes from pearson international.

it was just after ten am, and y/n was already in her first class of the day. thea was at work for the morning, her first classes starting at noon, and alice was at home for her treasured day off.

"you want me to park a porsche in a parking garage that's twenty minutes from a college campus? alice, you understand that my car costs more than a years worth of tuition, right? and you want me to park it somewhere it could get written off?"

"well, if you park on the street, or in the back lot, she'll know you're here!" alice argued on the other end of the phone. she was trying to make the apartment look presentable, and that included dealing with the mountain of recycling that should have been taken out three weeks ago.

“so you’d rather the car gets hit?”

“there are cameras!”

the prema driver rolled his eyes, turning into the underground garage. thea had offered up her parking spot, parking in the guest lot at the back of the building instead. when he turned into the underground, he immediately felt like he was attracting too much attention, as the eyes of every student in the garage turned towards his sports car, eyes following his every move.

he slowly manoeuvred into the parking spot, turning the volume on the radio down, the bass guitar shaking the windows. he cut the engine, slipping out of the porsche and heading to the back of the car for his bags.

“nice car bro!” one of the passers by shouted in his direction as he began to walk towards the elevator, exhaustion beginning to set in despite the fact that he slept on the plane.

but the only thing that mattered was getting back to y/n.

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y/n was exhausted. college was nothing like she thought it was going to be, and she was tired of the wall to wall stress, the work that piled up on her when she least expected it.

the loneliness. she expected there to be more social events, more chances to meet people. instead, she could count the amount of new friends she had made in a month on one hand.

she missed clement waking them all up at six in the morning because he was nothing but energy. she missed marcus and his hilarious critique of hospitality food.

she missed what she knew, the people she knew. people from high school, people she’d met because of dennis who had loved her instantly and accepted her as one of their own.

but most of all, she missed dennis, and the way that the driver made her feel.

she was exhausted and worn down, the subway bag holding her lunch swinging from her arm as she walked back to the housing building, key fob dangling from the keychain between her fingers. the fall wind was aggressive, cutting through her ripped skinny jeans and the red bull zip-up sweater that she had stolen from dennis before he left for abu dhabi.

y/n used her key fob to open the lobby door, heading straight for the stairwell as she was out of patience to wait for the elevators.

elevators that hardly ever worked. with every day she spent in the housing development, she realized that the apartment lobby was the nicest part of the building, and the rest was a bit of a dump.

the hallways smelt like marijuana, and the lights in her section of the hall didn't work properly. the paint on the front door was peeling, but it was still stable and the electronic lock still worked properly when she put the number in correctly.

"alice! i'm back!"

the lights in the apartment were off, and it was oddly quiet. raising her eyebrows, she placed her take-out on the laminate counter, shrugging of her overly heavy, pin-covered backpack on the cracked tile floor that her roommate had covered in a shag run in an attempt to brighten the place up.

as far as housing went, the ones sponsored by the school were worse, so y/n had it okay.

but that didn't mean she wouldn't complain every week when the fire alarms went off because some dickhead forgot how a toaster worked and tried to use a frying pan to make toast instead.

she took off her shoes, staring at the ground in confusion as her foot brushed up against something soft. she knelt down to pick it up, revealing a trail of rose petals going from the kitchen and front foyer to the living room, where she could see the faint glow of led fairy lights.

"al?" she shouted again, walking slowly, heart pounding.

"hi, princess."

"dennis!"

y/n couldn't believer her eyes. as far as she knew, dennis' flight didn't leave the emirates until later that night. fighting back tears, she launched herself at the prema driver, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him close.

"i'm glad you're here, hauger."

he kissed her forehead gently, running his fingers through her hair. "i'm here, darling. i switched my flights with nicholas latifi, flew to montreal and then got a cheap commercial connecting flight. you needed me, and i didn't want to be away any longer than i had to."

she pulled away to look her lover in the eye. "dennis, you didn't have to do that. what about the guys? this was your last hurrah, the end of the season."

"the season ended in monza, this was just for shits and giggles." dennis said with a shrug. "clement says hello. he also bought you a squishmallow, it's in my bag somewhere. for some absurd reason, he likes buying other people's girlfriends gifts."

y/n laughed. "bless him."

dennis took y/n's hand in his, gently running a finger over her knuckles before leaning in an pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. "i missed you."

"so do i."

it was a quiet night for the couple. they curled up next to each other on the couch, a shitty movie playing on the tv as they held each other close. y/n was glad to have dennis back home. everything felt right again. y/n felt recharged, like she could handle anything as long as the norwegian boy was by her side.

after the movie ended, dennis asked if she was okay, and she spilled about everything. she talked about her struggles to fit in at college, how she felt like she was going to buckle under the weight of everything she needed to get done.

"you're going to get through this, okay. this will pass." dennis said softly, pressing his lips to her hairline. "i am so proud of you, darling."

when her roommates came home, thea brought pizza and garlic bread. the four young adults sat on cushions on the floor, pizza box in the middle of the circle, some sitcom on disney plus playing in the background.

alice noticed the change in y/n's demeanor as soon as she walked in. just having dennis around improved y/n's mood. they fed off each other, giving the other strength when they needed it the most.

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the moon was high, and y/n was half asleep as she attempted to organize her room, kicking her various pairs of shoes aside and picking up law textbooks that were sprawled on her floor.

"that's something i've missed a lot." dennis chuckled as y/n bent over to pick up her program hoodie, which had tumbled off her overflowing laundry basket. because of her short pajama shorts, dennis got a very good look at her ass, and he wasn't complaining.

"don't be cheeky." y/n laughed, lobbing a pillow at the driver's head. "my roommates are home, and this fucking mattress is liable to throw your back before we've even gotten started."

dennis laughed, making space in the double bed for his girlfriend, floral duvet over his bottom half as y/n slid into bed next to him on rock-hard mattress.

"you're right, this mattress is fucking awful." dennis groaned as he tucked her in.

"i know, dennis."

"i can order you a better one."

"i know, dennis. but there's no point if i'm gonna move back home eventually. it's just an occupational hazard. like hospitality food."

"don't even get me started on hospitality food." dennis laughed, pulling y/n closer so he could breathe her in, to reassure himself that she was here, that she was okay.

for y/n, being back in dennis' arms meant safety and security, comfort. she rested her head against his chest, breathing in his woodsy scent as she matched her breathing to his, falling into a rhythm as she closed her eyes.

"i love you, dennis. i'm so proud of you." she kissed him softly, nuzzling further into his side.

“I love you too, princess. and I’m proud as hell of you for doing this. get some rest, you deserve 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.

[ceces-obsessions]

F1driver! Reader x Jack hughes pt.20

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astonmartinf1: Y/n L/n has taken personal leave ahead of the Chinese Formula one grand prix. In her place Felipe Drugovich will be racing for her and the personal leave may extend further and the details are limited at this time. We ask that you respect Y/n’s privacy and support Felipe this weekend.

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ynnews: Fans are speculating that Y/n may have taken time off due to her rumoured boyfriend Jack Hughes undergoing Surgery in Colorado. What do you think?

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User1: Oh 10000%

User2: She might be taking a mental break tho

User3: Give her Privacy

User4: She doesn’t deserve him

[writingshushf1]

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.”

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hi could you pls do a headcanon about dating felipe drugovich? <3

a blushing mess when you compliment or tease him

videocalls all the time when you’re not together

he also sends you sunset pics, telling you that “the view would be better if you were with him”

him trying to learn some of your hobbies

like imagine him being so caught up in something you do so easily, probably with his tongue stuck out

his hand glued to your back when in public

going together to thrift and vintage shops

he’d pretend to come with you against his will, but he actually enjoys it

would bring you breakfast in bed

his family absolutely adoring how you made him come out of shell a bit more 

teaching you portuguese (what did you expect?)

“come on y/n, repeat it with me” “felipe i clearly suck at speaking portuguese” “but you can still give it a try, now repeat it”

yet you sing (shout) brazilian songs, not really caring if you're getting all the words wrong

chill boyfriend x energetic girlfriend

“baby, how many coffees did you have?” “none, why?” “you are jumping all around non-stop?”

snuggling with his head on your belly

man’s love language is giving and receiving gifts

think about someone heavily spoiling their partner and multiply it by ten: now you have how much felipe likes to spoil you

would buy you a candle wherever he goes

“it reminded me of you” or “i thought you’d like the fragrance”

you once gave him one of your necklaces and now he wears it proudly everyday, kissing it like a lucky charm before getting in the car for a race

clinginess embodied after he has been away for a long period

like hugging you from the back while cooking, following you for the whole kitchen

“baby, i need to take the pan in the top shelf, can you free me for two seconds?” he didn’t.

he extended his arm to take it for you, as he still had an arm wrapped around your waist

“why don’t you eat dinner on my lap tonight?”

overall, sweeter than a candy but in a subtle way

[lxndonorris]

sunday flex - Felipe Drugovich

Y/N x Felipe Drugovich Theme: Smutish, Teasing, Touching (not too explicit) Felipe shows off on a sunday morning, leading to some touchy time x word count: 1260

It’s a beautiful, bright Sunday morning when you find yourself lying in bed right next to your boyfriend Felipe. You’re wearing a lazy sweater, and a pair of his joggers, since you’re cold easily, while he’s comfortable in his underwear. With your head resting against his firm shoulder, you open your eyes, looking down at his beautiful formed body, watching his chest move slowly with every deep breath he takes. Yawning, you stretch your legs, and can’t help yourself but let out a soft, long groan. 

Then, you can feel Felipe’s body moving underneath yours, as he follows your lead, stretching his legs as well. Sleepily, you turn your face towards his, catching him looking at you, dreamily. “Good morning.” He growls deeply, his fingers now running along your arm, down to your hand. “Good morning.” You smile happily, and he leans into you, kissing you lovingly. Now, you get even cuddlier with each other, you snuggling against his chest while he keeps on stroking your arm gently.

Tenderly, you return the favor, knowing very well what he likes this early in the morning, by placing a hand at his tummy, running your fingertips across his soft skin, his treasure trail, and through his visible abs, A shy grin forms in the corner of his mouth, as he starts to pour contently. Struggling to keep his eyes open, he gives in to your loving, teasing touch and lets out a long sigh. “Still sleepy?” You smirk, still stroking him with your fingers. “Yes,” Felipe growls, his voice huskier than usual. “But it feels so good.” He sighs again before his whole body shudders quickly.

“I’m glad.” You breathe softly, letting your eyes wander all over his body, his face, down to his neck, his chest, abs, and even further down to his thighs, just barely covered with the blanket at your feet. Then, he places his hand right next to yours, his fingers following your lead easily. “So good.” He frowns, but then, his whole body shifts swiftly, and he takes a deep breath, with his eyes darting open. “What?” You giggle and watch him sit up. “Need to pee.” He grunts, grabbing himself through his tight boxers before he basically jumps out of the bed.

“Stay here.” He says, giving you a serious look, but he can’t keep a straight face. “Be right back,” Felipe says quickly, his hand still at his crotch. You watch him closely, as he walks into the bathroom, and you cannot help yourself but admire his beautiful physique. Running a hand through your hair, you sit up and lean against the back of the bed behind you, waiting for your boyfriend to return. Hearing him letting out a long, rough moan, you shake your head, but smile. 

The door opens and he enters the room again, but something stops him in his tracks. Standing in between the doorframe, he crosses his arms in front of his chest, looking at you, with a mischievous grin spreading all over his face. “Felipe, I don’t like that look o your face.” But he doesn’t reply at first, instead, he bites his lower lip teasingly, before he runs both of his hands down his chest. You can feel the tension rise into your body, knowing him for over a year now, you are very well aware of what he is planning right now, but not this time. This time, you want to have something to look at.

He opens his mouth to say something, but you are faster and cut him off. “Flex for me.” You say quickly, catching him completely off-guard. “Huh?” Confused, he raises an eyebrow and tilts his head slightly. “You heard me, I wanna see what you can do.” You smirk playfully, and raise both of your eyebrows, watching his expression shift slowly as he is contemplating your words. Then it hits him, and he is very much into it, as he tells you by stroking himself tenderly. “What’s in it for me?” He hisses, running one of his hands through his messy hair, while the other stays on his pecs.

“What do you want?” You smirk, staring at him, watching him closely. “A date, breakfast, today.” He says without thinking deeply. The two of you giggle, as you get closer towards him, now sitting on the edge of the bed right in front of him. “Deal.” You say, and he bends down, kissing you lovingly once more. “Deal,” Felipe says softly and separates himself from you, taking a few steps away to give each other some space. 

Then, he suddenly strikes a pose, his arms again in front of his chest, this time, his muscles tense even harder, and you spot veins running along his arms, to his gorgeous hands. “Like that?” He growls and strikes another pose. flexing even harder. with his biceps bulging heavily. “Fuck, that’s hot.” You wave your hand, acting like you can’t breathe. “Is it hot in here?” You say breathlessly, causing him to giggle quietly. “Stop.” He smiles, and you reach for his hands. Felipe walks over to you again, and you embrace him instantly, placing your hands at his waist. 

“You look so good, babé.” You say, kissing his abs once, then twice, while he stands there, looking at you basically worshipping his trained body. “God, you too Y/N.” He groans as he runs a hand through your hair to your neck. With the tension getting harder and harder to ignore, you separate from him, just enough to lift your head and look into his bright, shining eyes. “I love you, so much.” He says, his voice breaking slightly. “I love you too, Felipe.” You say, and get up from the bed just in time for him to pull you closer into him, his hands now on your butt, and all you can do is steady yourself against his strong frame, your fingers right at his pecs, feeling his muscles tense with every second going by.

For a while, you look into each other’s eyes, before you cannot endure the tension anymore, and kiss him. Slowly, carefully, lovingly, while he lets you lead him. Purring again, he closes his eyes, completely giving in to this moment with you. Feeling his hands grab your ass firmly, you let your hands wander all over his chest, his hard nipples, his neck, his shoulder, down to his tummy, and finally, you reach the waistband of his underwear. In one swift motion, your fingertips slip inside his boxers, barely, just enough to make him moan once, a very shy, soft moan, in expectation of what’s to come.

“Good boy.” You breathe into him, before separating from him, placing kisses all over his neck. His whole body shudders again, with him even leaning his head back slightly, his eyes still closed. “Very good.” You whisper into his ear, and let your fingers slide out of his trousers, instead, you trace the outlines of his obvious swelling through the fabric of his tight, Hugo Boss underwear. “Fuck.” He takes a deep breath, before regaining his composure. “So good,” Felipe smirks, his hands now running along your spine to your shoulder, pulling you into him, pressing his bulging dick against the palm of your hand.

But then, you hear his stomach growl harshly, screaming for your attention. “Hungry?” You giggle, and stroke his tummy a few times. “A little.” He giggles, and pats himself. “Then let’s go get breakfast.” Kissing him one last time, you caress his chest with your hands once more. 

[dailyfewtrellnews]

I was tagged by the lovely @babssionate and @donaidk, thank you girls

A - age: 28

B - birthplace: Budapest, Hungary

C - current time: 21:09 or 09:09 PM

D - drink you last had: Orange Juice

E - easiest person to talk to: my best friend and my boyfriend. Here in tumblr @formulola

F - favorite song: Anywhere Away From Here - Rag’n’Bone Man and P!nk

G - grossest memory: Dunno. Maybe when I moved to Scotland I had to transfer to Healthrow and of course I lost, so I almost missed my flight to Glasgow.

H - horror yes or horror no: Depends on my mood, but usually yes

I - in love? yes :)

J - jealous of people? Ahhh sometimes but just if I have a reason

L - love at first sight or should i walk by again: I need time to felling in love 

M - middle name: Laura 

N - number of siblings: two 

O - one wish: being happy to my rest of my life

P - person you called last: My mum

Q - question you are always asked: What the f*ck are you doing? 

R - reason to smile: I will see my family soon

S - song you sang last: “Singing in the rain” at the middle of the street when started raining and of course I didn’t have an umbrella

T - time you woke up: late today around 9:30

U - underwear colour: black

V - vacation destination: Hungary this year

W - worst habit: spending too many times in social media pletforms 

X - x-rays: last time was like 2 years ago I needed for work I was totally fine

Y - your favorite food: Indian means anything spicy is work for me

Z - zodiac sign: Aquarius

And I tag @evepiastri, @formulola @gianlucapetecofs @felipe-drugovich @liam-lawson and @tittipaldi (feel free to ignore)

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don't have a specific request but would loooove to see anything more from you about felipe, there's such a shortage about him on here 😩

Inimigos

Summary: being srunched up on the same team as your rival since karting days doesn't go too well.

Rating: +16

Warnings: some angst, bit of asshole reader and drugovich, enemies to lovers, hint of a smut.

Word count: 2.5k

Note: since there was no theme or something more than drugovich, i made an idea from a friend, she was very specific with things so it did help me to create something more than a blurb, enjoy it!

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Aston Martin announces its reserve drivers, both Brazilians, Felipe Drugovich and you. 

Everyone on the team was happy for the addition, however, you two couldn't stand each other since karting days. Literally, since you two were kids, in the south of Brasil, you two made clear that a negative feeling existed. Growing up as a girl in the middle of motorsports was hard - and being latina? Even harder, so you had to fight five times as everyone around you. When you two reached Formula 2 in 2020, that was the moment of your career, it was going to be awesome. 

You placed well in those years, even a championship, but the only moment you could get closer to Formula One. And yet, he was always right behind you. He won in 2022 and then what? Aston Martin decided to hire you two.

You wouldn't look him in the face, not even if you needed to, they were too many memories to forget. Obviously, you could be civil to him in front of the team, but the bickering never stopped - and sometimes it annoyed you too much, he didn't understand what it was like to be a woman in this world, so you had to be serious and controlled, but he didn't help.

First race of 2023, he was tipped to take Lance Stroll's place, but the Canadian was cleared by the FIA to race - which left him disappointed, but he knew his place. As much as you knew how frustrating it was, the urge to tease him was greater, as Drugovich made sure to rub it in your face that the one making a Formula One debut would be him and not you.

"How are you? After being benched even though you tested the car?" You cracked a smile, sipping your coffee.

"Vai ver se eu tô na esquina, guria.” (Go see if I'm around the corner, girl.)

"What a sweetheart, get pissy and start speaking Portuguese?" You lift his chin with your index finger. "Não esquece que eu sou brazuca também, fofo.” (Don't forget I'm Brazilian too, baby.)

"Então vai se foder!” (Then fuck you.)

Someone on the team must have noticed the childish bickering you were having, because after you spent a few more days picking on each other, a "relationship coordinator" called him into a meeting and when you walked into the room, he was there, sitting with his arms crossed. Before you could protest, the woman raised her hand and ordered you to sit in the chair next to him. She began to explain that officials have seen the two of you having moments of disagreement, as well as talking over each other, not greeting each other and in general frowning when the other was present. And according to the coordinator, that was unacceptable coming from two exceptional runners who were looking for a future in the sport, that type of attitude wouldn’t be tolerated. That wasn’t even the worst part, you could hold yourselves and not whine like two kids, but what she obliged you two to do was the cherry on top.

“You’ll have to work together not just into the car and simulator development, but also into PR stuff, so we build a positive atmosphere around your relationship. Two Brazilian reserves working on their dreams of motorsports.”

Well, let’s say that the first week didn’t work at all - ended up in you two arguing outside of the Silverstone factory, in portuguese, which made some employees very scared of how intense that got.

Later that night, you called Novalak to dispose of your Felipe drama.

“Dude, he’s insufferable! He thinks less of me, disagrees with every single thing I say and I just fight back!” You threw yourself against the hotel bed. “Or even… His freaking face makes me angry!”

“Woah, woah, calm down, chère.” He said, chuckling. “I’m friends with him and I know he’s too much sometimes… But c’mon, you’re grown ups, so solving things like your age is an idea.”

“Then if he’s your friend, talk to him about it!”

“I will! I will!” You laughed at his reaction. “Besides that, how's it going?”

“Good. Feeling positive about this year. You?”

“You know… Trident is okay, but I miss the MP family.”

………………………………………………………………

The next weeks it sucked less than you thought it would be, it wasn’t easy, but the teasing was lessening each day to the point it came to indifference, you two didn’t fight, but barely acknowledged each other in the room unless you needed to do a video - that’s when your pretending skills were at its max, the fake smiles and the nice words just wanted to make up puke. 

Felipe wasn’t dealing with it easily, he wanted to make snarky comments and tease until you exploded, however after a conversation with Clément, he thought why would he do that? Indifference was more pleasant for the team and if he stopped it, you would too, so never needing to do those boring tasks again.

That afternoon, You were called into Lawrence's office, which was full of important people and he thought that maybe you were going to have your contract ended and probably he would have it too - or no, but he was more afraid of the idea of not having all of this anymore. What actually happened was that you were given the chance of a seat in Formula E for the next season, still affiliated with Aston Martin drivers academy, but representing the team in another category - and bringing the team as a sponsor. It wasn’t your idea at the beginning, going to a different category, but at the same time, the feeling of finally doing it, going to a major category with more visibility than ever - it would still be the same, only woman in the sea of testosterone, on the other hand… A once in life opportunity, a door opened because of it.

You left the office with the biggest smile, messaging your family before laughing alone - it was a seat! In a professional, big category and you were going to rock it.

From afar, Felipe saw your happiness, getting confused why you could be so happy after a conversation with Stroll. He got closer, almost towering you.

“Happy that you got fired?”

“Better. A seat!” You squealed. “Eu vou para a Fórmula E.” (I’m going to Formula E)

“What?”

“Yeah!” You stopped smiling as you saw his reaction. “You can mock me or whatever, I’m allowed to be happy, because things have never been easy for me.”

“Congrats. Good luck with electric cars.”

He just left you there.

………………………………………………………..

Drugovich didn’t understand why that caught him up, you going to another category and finally leaving you alone. Then why was he feeling like he was losing something?

So he ignored you for months. Barely would exchange words, look and only be actually around you when PR needed everyone around. The atmosphere between you two passes from hate to… Nothing, all those years of hate or any social interaction disappeared. You missed that, the bickering and getting all stressed over him, it was funny, the hate moved you to do more, to be better than he was. And now? Just waiting.

The Aston Martin end of the season gala was tonight, you were wearing a deep purple dress that hung into your body perfectly. It was a bittersweet moment for you, saying goodbye to the team - for a while, at least. On the other hand, being the happiest you could ever be, even though there was something in your chest that didn’t feel right. You begged for Novalak to be your plus one, because everyone was going to take, so it would be weird for you to be the only one alone. Well, Felipe didn’t think of that, when he arrived, it was just him and no one else - immediately he looked at you and your friend in common, walking towards him to say hi.

“Clem! Looking handsome, eh?” He smiled, hugging him, while you stood to the side. When his dark eyes landed at you, he gulped and gave you a small hug - PR rules. “You look beautiful tonight.”

“Just tonight?”

“Yeah, just tonight. Usually you look like someone who could use some sleep.” He smiled. That was new, but at the same time nostalgic, the teasing.

You two spent the night flirting/bickering towards each other, like old times were coming alive again, remembering all the hate it used to happen, but in a softer tone, like everything was this big joke and only you could understand it. That… ignited feelings on you, such as an old fire being lit again.

During your Formula 4 days, you developed a big crush on him - and honestly? He was the most handsome there, it wasn’t your fault, however you never thought about going forward, scared that he would treat you as a joke or the feelings would be not reciprocated, so you let the hate you’ve always had dominate you and let this feeling die, until that moment.

Seeing him wearing a suit, drinking whiskey and laughing along with some many people awoke that burn inside of you. And again, you wouldn’t do anything.

Meanwhile, Drugovich had to look away from you, your body was like a magnet to his eyes and he just couldn’t stop looking at you. Every few minutes he had to remind himself why he wasn’t going to do anything: you hated each other, it had always been that way. His chest was getting tighter and it was getting harder to breathe, so he excused himself from the table - earning confused looks from you and Clément, soon after he left, walked right behind him.

When you walked outside, he was sitting down on the staircase, breathing heavily. You let the French go first towards him, touching his shoulder and calling him. Slowly, you walked to them, your heels clicking on the floor made his head rise up, scrunching up.

“Why are you here?”

“To see if you’re okay.”

“You’ve seen me, you can go back and rub your happiness for other people.” He mumbled and you cursed under your breath, sitting by his side.

“You’re feeling hot.” Novalak commented.

“Thank you?” He chuckled, sniffing.

“No, like, feverish.”

Without him being able to refuse, you put your face against his forehead. “Yup. C’mon, we’ll get you to the hotel. The important speeches and shit already has happened, we can go.” “You two can stay, I’ll go alone.” Please don’t.

“No way, Felipe. We’re staying at the same hotel, Clem will drop us there and I’ll at least give you some medication.”

The car ride to the hotel was awkward, he refused to speak and you tried to distract yourself with the radio music and the poor friend had to stuck up with your childishness. When you arrived at the hotel, you picked up his keys and went to his hotel room.

“Shower, go.” 

“Leave me alone. I don’t want your company.”

“Oh.” You crossed your arms. “We’re back to the sourness? I forgot how a little bitch you can be.”

“Please. You don’t understand.”

“Tell me then, make me understand, Drugo.” Hearing the nickname was the last straw for him.

“Make you understand? Okay then.” He got up, getting further from you. “Eu sempre peguei no seu pé a minha vida inteira, desde que a gente era criança porque eu odiava que você era melhor que eu. Odiava que você era muito mais séria e tinha muito mais potencial, eu odiava que você tinha capacidade e derrubava todo mundo sem fazer esforço. Eu odiava não ser tão bom quanto você! E eu quis aliviar isso, mas esse sentimento ruim me consumiu por todo, eu até queria ser seu amigo, mas eu descobri há um tempo atrás que eu não consigo isso e sabe por quê? Porque eu não quero que você vá embora! E eu sei que isso é extremamente egoísta, mas eu não quero que você vá embora porque por mais que tenhamos nos odiado esse tempo todo, eu amava a provocação, era um incentivo! E agora você vai seguir seus sonhos e eu fiquei aqui, para trás novamente. Eu nem sei se vou conseguir um assento para o ano que vem e isso também está me matando por dentro. O erro foi deixar aquela coordenadora tornar algo indiferente e eu perceber que sem você, não tem Drugo, não tem paixão! Só tem um garotinho brasileiro assustado e com medo que o futuro não seja brilhante, mas sim medíocre enquanto a pessoa que ele poderia ter só escapou das mãos dele. Pode me chamar de egoísta, de filho da puta, do que quiser, mas é a verdade.” (I've been picking on you my whole life, ever since we were kids, because I hated that you were better than me. I hated that you were so much more serious and had so much more potential. I hated that you had the ability and could take everyone down without making an effort. I hated that I wasn't as good as you! And I wanted to relieve that, but this bad feeling consumed me all over, I even wanted to be your friend, but I found out a while ago that I can't do that and do you know why? Because I don't want you to leave! And I know this is extremely selfish, but I don't want you to leave because as much as we've hated each other this whole time, I loved the teasing, it was an incentive! And now you're going to follow your dreams and I'm left here, behind again. I don't even know if I will get a seat for next year and it is killing me inside too. The mistake was letting that coordinator make me indifferent and I realised that without you, there is no Drugo, no passion! It just has a scared little Brazilian boy afraid that the future won't be bright, but mediocre while the person he could have just slipped out of his hands. You can call me selfish, you can call me a son of a bitch, whatever you want, but it's the truth.)

When he stopped talking, you could see tears pricking up on his eyes, so without thinking, you walked to him, hugging his body against yours and letting his head on your shoulder, pampering kisses on his head.

“Você pode me ter, meu bem.” (You can have me, my dear.)

He raised his head, looking at you and feeling a weight off his shoulders, grabbing your waist and pulling you into a deep romantic kiss. You yelped at first, surprised at his bold move, however as soon as his lips were moving against yours, you melted into his touch, holding his face and letting his tongue explore yours. Even if his body was feverish - which was a totally emotional reaction, he was feeling good, dropping kisses on your jaw.

“Let me take care of you…” You murmured. 

“I certainly don’t refuse that.”

“Horny.”

“You too.”

“Fair.”

You both laughed and he took off your dress and shoes, soon being only in his trousers, pushing you against the bed and starting to kiss your neck.

[writingshushf1]

request - peaceful night with drugo, just reader and him being disgustingly domestic and in love ☺️ maybe cooking together or cuddling or something of the sort

You make me feel so young

Summary: i love being cosy with you

Rating: +12

Warnings: none

Word count: 1k

Note: just them being cute, it was the easiest and loveliest thing to write.

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It was Sunday morning, you felt the empty space on the side where Drugovich was supposed to be, finding it strange that the Brazilian would already be standing. Strange, he usually stayed in bed longer on weekends. You reached for your mobile phone, seeing that it was already 10 a.m. - then you understood why you had overslept. 

You walked down the stairs of his flat, the smell of coffee invaded your nostrils, he was in the kitchen, listening to music and singing softly as he separated pieces of meat for lunch.

Meanwhile Felipe had woken up early, he couldn't sleep thinking that in the middle of the week he would have to go back to Silverstone again, so today would be a day for you to spend together, nothing too big, just a couple's day. He thought early on about having a barbecue, so he took the car early in the morning and went to the butcher. He also bought vegetables, rice and garlic bread. He also left the coffee ready, knowing that as soon as you got up, you would want a cup - and that for you, he knew how to make it in a different way, that it was much better than when you make it, he didn't understand, but preferred not to question. 

When he heard your footsteps echoing down the stairs, the Brazilian cracked a big smile, following your sleepy countenance towards him with his gaze.

"Amor!” He exclaimed, very happy to see you. “Bom dia!” (Good morning!)

"Hey baby." You walked over to him, hugging him and hiding your face in his chest, letting his usual scent hold you in a trance of calmness. "Preparing lunch, already?"

"Churrasco takes time to make, especially if it's… Churrasco and not barbecue." He chuckled, kissing the top of your head, running his arms down to the small of your back.

"Um, delicious. Want some help?"

"That would be perfect! Change your clothes, have a cup of coffee, that extra pair of hands would be wonderful."

Minutes later you were cooking the rice and chopping vegetables while he finished seasoning the meat - already putting some on the grill. He was singing a pagode song, while you just enjoyed his voice - you didn't understand any Portuguese, so what was left were the few words you learned to recognise.

Felipe was needy. It had been a few weekends since he had spent time with you, all the tests and simulations were taking up too much of his time, so at times like these he was much more needy than usual. The Brazilian's arms encircled your waist, soon laying his head on your shoulder, leaving little kisses all over the place. He might not admit it - much to the stereotype that men couldn't be emotional, but he hated being away from you, especially since both of your lives were extremely busy.

"I missed you." He murmured, hugging your body even tighter against his.

"I missed you too, Fefe." You laid your head against his.

"If I could, you would accompany me everywhere."

"But you know I like to be independent, have my own life and study." You disengaged yourself from him, putting the vegetables in a bowl. "And I like for you to have your own life. We are an addition to each other's lives, not dependent for a living."

"I hate that you're right." He pouted, going over to the grill to check on the meat.

"But we'll see each other more, okay? I promise to come to the next GP you go to." You walked over to him, squeezing the taller one's shoulder. "I just feel bad for everyone who will be jealous of how beautiful we are together." Felipe laughed at your statement, agreeing.

You ate lunch on the couch, watching a new animated movie, enjoying each other's company. He insisted on putting everything away and letting you rest - since you had just gone through a whole week of exams and as hard as journalism wasn't the most difficult course, the exams seemed impossible.

Drugovich threw himself down on the couch next to him, hugging him tightly and showering his face with kisses, murmuring several "I love you" in the process. With the post Sunday lunch laziness, you ended up dozing on the couch, hugging each other, your face against his chest.

Later, he suggested a walk in the nearby park, just to relax and have an ice cream from the little stand nearby. Your blue dress caught his eye as you were leaving the flat - he complimented you several times, with a passionate smile on his face. There you walked until you found the perfect spot, almost no one in sight, in the shade of a tree.

You lay with your head on his chest, commenting on the different shapes of the clouds. He often just laughed and agreed with you, finding your creativity funny. Drugovich even gave his possible ideas on some, but they resulted in you laughing.

After the brainstorming of shapes, you decided to have the ice cream, he had insisted so much that you felt obliged to try it. He ordered vanilla and pistachio, while you got chocolate and nuts. Maybe he wasn't exaggerating, it really was the best ice cream you'd ever had in your life - and obviously he bragged about it.

Going back home, he got his camera and took some pictures of you and teached how to use it, so he would also have some pictures from that day. It was a cosy sunday, no expensive places, important people and cars, only you two being a couple.

When you got home, he insisted on taking a tub bath together, nothing malicious, just pure love and clinginess. Felipe set up candles and put a perfumed bath bomb, then spent an hour there with you, his chest against your back, talking about your lives, dreams and plans for your future together.

You two loved a cosy sunday, your little bubble of love.