#franco colapinto drabble

[5sospenguinqueen]

WAG In Training - Franco Colapinto x Reader

Summary: When your boyfriend makes the leap from F2 to F1, you never expected for fans to show so much interest in you. However, they seem to enjoy that your comments are… less than professional

Warnings: Suggestive comments

Requested: Yes by anon

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f1 starting in monza, franco colapinto will be racing in williams for the remainder of the 2024 season

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williamsracing welcome to the team

alex_albon bienvenida, franco

francolapinto so excited for this opportunity 

→ user1 he’s so polite

→ user2 just wait

user3 he looks like disney prince

user4 not surprised he got the seat. look at those big beautiful eyes. i bet james was like "whatever you say, handsome"

user5 hand veins! 

its_yn so proud of you baby! we’ll have to celebrate later

→ francolapinto i can think of a few ways 

→ its_yn as long as it ends with those fireproofs on the floor 

→ user6 who is this?

→ user7 his girlfriend, and has been since before he was in f2 so don’t start 

→ user8 omg her instagram is so cute. all the pics of her and franco 

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its_yn i heard f1 drivers get the best head. @/francolapinto want to test that theory?

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francolapinto but i already know i get the best. i am always happy to prove it though

→ williamsracing add this to the list of things you can no longer say online

→ its_yn that’s becoming a very long list

user9 she’s an icon, she’s a legend, she is the moment

user10 i never knew how much i needed y/n in my life until right now 

user11 i hope williams never pr train her because she is hilarious 

lilymhe i can’t wait to meet you 

→ its_yn me too! you’ve definitely been my favourite thing about williams so far

→ alex_albon rude

alexandrasaintmleux i like the shade of lipstick

→ its_yn i’ll let you borrow it

user12 y/n and franco are going to take off ten years from james vowels’ lifespan

user13 i love how cute her aesthetic is but then you read her captions

yourfriend uh oh, they’ve found you, y/n. you better delete your old tweets

→ user14 too late. we already have screenshots 

user15 this is unhinged and i love it. is she like this all the time?

→ dennis_hauger yes. and i’m glad she’s gone

→ its_yn oi

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williamsracing first post-quali interview in f1 completed

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francolapinto something i have been looking forward to 

→ user1 yeah, hun, we know

→ user2 the interviewer definitely knows

user3 okay but the pouty lip in the last slide? talk about kissable

→ user4 i’d like to nibble on them liked by its_yn

→ user5 i love that instead of disliking all these comments, y/n just joins in

user6 his face in the second slide when he realised y/n was watching him flirt with older women

user7 y/n is stronger than me because if my man was rizzing up all the interviewers, i would throw myself in front of a moving f1 car 

→ francolapinto she’s fine. she gets her own back by flirting with jenson whenever she sees him

→ its_yn it’s not my fault he’s so scrummy

→ jensonbutton thank you, y/n

user8 okay but i love how secure they are in their relationship. she only jokingly told him off and they kissed straight after 

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fc43 i wonder what else is thick

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its_yn i can already feel the bruises on my cervix 

→ user9 !!! 

→ user10 out of pocket

user11 i love that she’s even interacting with a fan page

→ user12 aha she’s everywhere 

user13 do you think he’s into choking? liked by its_yn

→ user13 omg she confirmed

→ user14 yes but in which way? he likes to be choked? she likes to be choked? both?? liked by its_yn

user15 his neck looks so biteable  liked by its_yn

user16 (s)creaming

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franco43stan i’d like to report these photos. they made my 85yr old grandmother have palpitations

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its_yn gnawing at the bars of my enclosure

its_yn actually salivating

its_yn yes, i’ve licked those abs. yes, i’ve done so when they were sweaty 

→ williamsracing we knew we’d find you here

→ user1 oop she’s been caught. they’re going to take her away from us

user2 y/n stronger than me letting her man post videos with a slutty 2 second shot of his stomach

→ user3 girl likes watching us thirst over him

→ user4 makes her feel validated about her horniness

→ its_yn at the end of the day, ladies, i’m the one who gets to touch 

user5 imagine that chain swinging against your back

→ its_yn been there, done that

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francolapinto my girl

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alex_albon okay, this was sorta sweet if i ignore what these photos undoubtedly lead to 

→ lilymhe you never show photos like this of me

→ alex_albon those are only for my eyes! plus, i have been trained properly 

user6 franco saw that everyone loved y/n for being unhinged and decided to let everyone know that he is also down bad

its_yn why would you post these when you’re all the way in america and can’t do anything about the ache you’ve created! 

→ francolapinto calling you. now. 

→ user7 doesn’t he have quali in 40 mins?

→ user8 phone sex is more important 

williamsracing why do you give us hope that this will be a normal post… and then we scroll? and then we read the comments

user9 i only look at franco’s posts to see y/n’s comments

user10 even if franco doesn’t have a seat for next year, y/n will forever be famous as my #1 wag

user11 y/n and franco mean so much to me. we can’t lose them next year 

user12 franco is cute and all but y/n 🥵

user13 can franco fight?

→ francolapinto he will try 

its_yn if i’d have known we’d get this much attention, i’d have convinced franco to stay in f2

→ francolapinto do not lie. you were so happy for me that you cried

→ its_yn no, that was from how good the celebration sex was

→ francolapinto some of our best work tbf  

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williamsracing couple’s day out? no! couple’s pr training! 

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f1 heartbroken 

jensonbutton finally 

user1 poor james looks like he’s heard things he never wanted to

user2 aha james has been through the trenches 

redbullracing don’t try to silence them

alpinef1team no! let them let their freak flags fly 

user3 james fighting for his life with these two

→ user4 and all the teams opposing him

user5 did they put franco in time out?

→ francolapinto yes :(

user6 just fell to my knees in walmart 

user7 noooo they got to my emotional support couple

user8 y/n looks like she’s had an amazing day

→ its_yn i did! i learnt so much

→ user9 are you going to listen to any of it

→ its_yn no :)

→ francolapinto we’re here for a fun time, not a long time 

→ user10 ^^ franco trying to convince y/n to have sex in his driver’s room liked by its_yn and francolapinto

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[pucksandpower]

I’m a Feminist

Franco Colapinto x team principal!Reader

Summary: everyone knows that Franco has a thing for older women, okay … so when his team principal turns out to be a (stupidly attractive) older woman, he can’t be held responsible for his actions

Franco sprawls in the chair, arms crossed over his chest like he’s holding court instead of facing an emergency meeting. His grin is wide, cocky even, and wholly unapologetic. Across the desk, you pinch the bridge of your nose, willing patience to come like some kind of divine miracle.

“Explain,” you say, voice flat, your tone giving nothing away. You refuse to let him see how utterly exhausted you already are by this conversation.

“I sneezed,” Franco says with a shrug, “and liked all your pictures. Really, it was — how do you say — an accident.”

You stare. No, you glare. "And commented damn mommy on all of them?”

Franco falters — barely. There’s a half-second where his grin wavers, his bravado cracks, but then it’s gone, replaced by another shrug. “I-I have the flu?”

Your exhale is sharp, just shy of a growl. “Franco.”

“What?” He leans forward now, feigning innocence. “Is it so bad? You look muy guapa in your photos. Should I not celebrate my team principal’s beauty? This feels sexist, no?”

“Sexist?” Your eyebrows climb so high they might leave your face.

“I’m a feminist,” he announces, as if that explains everything.

“Do feminists call their bosses ‘mommy’ in the comments?”

“Only the hot ones,” he shoots back without missing a beat, then quickly adds, “Joking! I’m joking.”

You slam your palms down on the desk, the sound sharp enough to make him flinch, but the smile doesn’t leave his face. If anything, it widens. “Do you even understand how unprofessional this is? I have sponsors asking me if I’ve been hacked! The CEO of Dorilton Capital called me himself this morning!”

Franco’s face lights up like you’ve just paid him a compliment. “Darren! He likes me. He said I was charming.”

“He said you were a walking HR violation!”

His grin falters again, but there’s something annoyingly endearing about how quickly it returns. “Well, at least he talked about me.”

You sink back into your chair and drag a hand through your hair. God, you’re tired. “Do you even know how this looks? You went through every single photo I’ve ever posted. Franco, that’s-”

“Dedicated?”

“Obsessive,” you snap. “Creepy. Insane.”

“Romantic,” he offers, leaning back again like he’s just solved a puzzle.

“You are twenty-one years old!”

“And you’re …” He trails off, letting the sentence dangle in the air like bait.

You narrow your eyes. “Don’t finish that sentence.”

He smirks. “I was going to say timeless.”

“Franco, enough.” Your voice is sharp enough to cut through his bravado, and for the first time, he looks a little serious. “Do you have any idea what kind of position you’ve put me in? If this gets out-”

“It won’t.”

“It already has! You didn’t think people would notice when every post I’ve made since 2016 suddenly has your username in the likes and comments?”

Franco shrugs. “I’m a fan.”

“A fan?” You throw your hands up. “What are you even a fan of? My press conferences? My sponsor meetings? My ability to yell at you when you ruin your tires on lap seventeen?”

His grin returns, this time with a little more sheepishness. “How sexy you look doing that last one, mostly.”

Your head falls into your hands, and for a moment, there’s silence. You think — foolishly — that maybe he’s finally run out of things to say.

But no.

“You never answered my DM,” he says, voice lighter, teasing.

Your head snaps up. “Excuse me?”

“Last week,” he says, tilting his head like it’s the most casual thing in the world. “I sent you a DM. Very respectful. Very sweet.”

“I don’t even check my DMs!”

“Well, now I’m offended.” He places a hand over his heart like he’s genuinely wounded.

“I’m going to lose my job,” you mutter, mostly to yourself.

“Don’t be dramatic,” Franco says, waving you off. “You’re too good to lose your job. Everyone knows that.”

You stare at him, incredulous. “You’re the one who’s dramatic! I can’t believe I’m sitting here having this conversation right now.”

“I can’t believe you’re not flattered,” he counters, leaning forward again. “I thought women liked grand gestures.”

“Grand gestures?” You bark out a laugh, humorless and sharp. “Franco, this isn’t a romantic comedy. You don’t win me over by cyberstalking me!”

“Cyberstalking?” His mouth falls open, mock-offended. “That’s harsh, no? I think of it more like … research.”

“Research?”

“Sí. I’m just a very dedicated employee.”

“Dedicated?” Your laugh this time is louder, more incredulous. “I swear to God-”

“Would it help if I apologized?” He interrupts, holding his hands up like he’s surrendering.

“Yes,” you say immediately.

He doesn’t. Instead, he tilts his head, watching you in that unnervingly focused way he sometimes has, the one that makes you feel like he’s cataloging every detail of your expression. “You wouldn’t believe me, though. Even if I apologized, you’d think I was lying.”

“Because you would be lying.”

“Touché.” He grins again, but this time it’s softer, less of a weapon and more of a shield. “Okay, so maybe I’m not sorry. But I didn’t mean to cause problems for you.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” you mutter.

“I mean it,” he says, and for the first time, there’s something like sincerity in his voice. “I thought it was funny. I didn’t think-”

“That’s the problem, Franco. You didn’t think.”

There’s a beat of silence. For a second, you think you’ve finally gotten through to him. His expression shifts, the grin fading into something that almost looks like remorse.

Then he says, “But if I had thought about it, you’d still be mad, so really, why bother?”

“Franco!”

He laughs, bright and unrepentant. “Okay, okay. I’ll stop. I promise. No more liking your pictures, no more comments, no more DMs. Contenta?”

You eye him warily. “You swear?”

“On my life.”

“Franco.”

“On my seat,” he amends, holding a hand to his chest.

You sigh, long and heavy, but you nod. “Fine. Just — keep your head down for a while, okay? Don’t give anyone else a reason to call me about this.”

He stands, smoothing his shirt with exaggerated care. “Anything for you … mommy.”

“And don’t call me ‘mommy,’” you snap as he heads for the door.

He pauses, hand on the handle, and glances back over his shoulder, smirk firmly in place. “Not even in private?”

“Franco!”

He’s laughing as he leaves, the sound echoing in the hallway long after the door closes behind him. You sink back into your chair, exhausted, and wonder — not for the first time —if this job is going to kill you.

And if it does, you think grimly, it’ll probably be Franco Colapinto’s fault.

[emchante]

“Can you kiss it better” & "Hmm, you're not very patient, are you?” from your smut prompts for Franco pretty pleaseee 😩

kiss it better | f. colapinto

DII your first request is finally done!! one of the prompts is slightly altered to fit the scene better. currently working on the rest as i write this, but i hope you enjoy this. i've been depriving our boy of content.

franco colapinto x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ content, oral (f receiving), teasing, hair pulling, marking, light dirty talk.

the tension between you and franco had been building all evening, sparking in glances, igniting in the small, deliberate touches neither of you could deny any longer. by the time you both stumbled into his hotel room, the air was thick, electric.

franco kicked the door shut behind him, his dark eyes fixed on you with a smirk tugging at his lips, "you always tease like that, or is tonight special?"

you shrugged, your own smirk mirroring his, "you tell me."

his hands were on you in seconds, rough but controlled, tugging you closer as his lips met yours. It wasn’t sweet or gentle—franco kissed like he raced: fast, intense, and unapologetic. his hands slid to your waist, pulling you flush against him as he guided you toward the bed.

you gasped when the back of your knees hit the mattress, and he took the opportunity to kiss down your jaw, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck.

"franco," you hissed, a hand threading through his dark curls. he didn’t reply right away, lips tracing your neck as he peppered kisses all over, trying to find your sweet spot.

"hmm?" he finally hummed against your throat, pressing a deliberate kiss to the spot when he found it. he didn’t finish there, making sure he marked the already darkening skin with his teeth, just to make it even darker.

"that—" you arched into him, gasping as his teeth scraped again. "that hurt."

he pulled back, the corner of his mouth quirking in amusement as he studied the mark blooming on your neck. "oh? should I kiss it better?"

your breath hitched as his lips met the spot again, softer this time, his tongue soothing where his teeth had been moments ago. it was nicer this time, more.. franco of him.

you tugged at the hem of his shirt, your impatience getting the better of you. "franco..." you breathed out shakily, knuckles going white from the grip you had on him.

"hmm, you're not very patient, are you?" he teased, pulling back just enough to tug his shirt over his head, revealing the skin of his body you had been craving all night.

"not when you're being this slow," you shot back, your voice edged with frustration. you couldn’t stop yourself from running your hands along him– starting at his chest, going down to his abs, stomach, and attempting to go even lower.

"relax, carazona," he murmured, leaning down to trail kisses along your collarbone as his hands found yours, moving them from his jeans. he moved his nimble fingers to the zipper of your dress, toying with it, "i’ve got you."

the fabric pooled around your waist, and his hands were everywhere at once, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. his lips followed, moving lower, taking his time despite your squirming.

"franco," you whined, tugging his hair in a weak attempt to hurry him along. he glanced up, dark eyes gleaming with amusement. "patience," he repeated, his voice low and teasing, "i’m not done yet."

and then his mouth was on you, right where you needed him, and all coherent thought dissolved.

you bit your lip to muffle a moan, your hands clutching at the sheets as his tongue worked magic, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer.

he suddenly pulled back, his lips were curved in a self-satisfied smirk, his hair tousled from your fingers. "still think i’m too slow?" he asked, his voice laced with smug amusement.

you whined at him, telling him off for his teasing, and that you were almost there. before another teasing remark cold drop from his lips, you tugged him right back to your cunt, and he continued his ministrations.

[formula-ghost]

Having some Franco thoughts/thots ™ (smut: oral, fingering, semi public, ruined orgasm)

Imagine you and him are at some fancy gala, a charity event or awards ceremony, something that’s painfully boring, be he can’t deny that he’s having a great time eyeing you up and down in your form-fitting gown. You’re sitting next to him at the table as he schmoozes up old rich white guys for sponsorship opportunities, but he can’t focus because you’re stroking his thigh under the table, nodding at all his interesting conversations points, laughing at the perfect time. You’re being the most amazing girlfriend you can be on the surface, but under the table you’re teasing him and testing the limits of how far you can go as you palm his stiffening cock through his dress pants. When the announcers start speaking and attention is diverted away from you all, he moves your hand away—not an outright rejection, though, as he looks at you with wide eyes and a cocky glint in his eyes, as if to say, try that and see where it gets you. In mock protest you get up and go to the bathroom, but in only a few minutes he’s followed you back and he’s pinning you against the wall.

He can do two things: one, he can fuck you right here and now, giving you both what you so desperately want, or two, he can punish you. Option one is great, but option two is so much more fun.

So he gets down on his knees, lifting the hem of your floor-length dress up to bury himself underneath it, stretching the fabric as he stretches you with his fingers. You’re so wet already, he doesn’t have to do much to get you close to the edge. But he knows your body so well; when he can tell you’re within seconds of climaxing, he stops, placing a feather light kiss to your clit which takes you over the edge but ruins the waves of pleasure.

As you’re cursing his name under your breath, from equal parts desire and annoyance, Franco literally rips your delicate, lacy panties from your ankles and stuffs them in his pocket before pulling your dress back down.

“Learn your lesson now?” he smirks.

You mockingly hit his arm, cursing him for being so unfair. But you love it, and he knows you do, as you waddle back to the table to spend the rest of the night in your own wetness that just grows and grows as he is so modestly affectionate with you in front of the potential sponsors: holding your hand, guiding you by the small of your back, leaving a chaste kiss on your cheek for them to coo at, like you all were children.

All the while, you both can’t wait to get home for your real punishment.

[bonbonly]

okay bon... it's time for some fratboy!franco thots... i know we all picture franco as a sub (and/or bottom) already.. but fratboy!franco is the biggest sub of them all. and he's such a good boy too! 😔 but finding this side of him is gonna take a few hook ups bc he's always cocky and wants to appear dominant... ya know... in typical fratboy fashion.

picture this.. you're hanging out with him after having hooked up before, maybe at a party or something? you ask him to fetch you a drink or sum, as soon as he's back you thank him and say something like "good boy". that makes him MELT. he can feel himself twitching in his pants- and you can see the way he's blushing but no one else notices... so like... you HAVE to try that out next time you're hooking up with him...

-🌻

bon's thoughts (18+)

hehehe typical fratboy behavior, wanting to be all cool and nonchalant but all it takes is one praise for them to be on their knees, looking at you with puppy eyes - and im speaking from experience because i remember this one fratboy in my oral comm class that was all tough but as soon as he was told he did a great job in his speech, he'd start blushing with these big wide eyes and fold his hands behind his back and say 'thank you' in this soft voice... crazy

fratboy!franco's EXACTLY that, and I'm pretty sure you're gonna take it slow with him, just to get him riled up. spend more time with his friends in the library or during group class presentations, you'll praise him. "you did such a good job," you'll whisper into his ear, and he has to stand behind the podium to hide his growing erection as he stares at you with big eyes, his face flushing red.

you'll ask him to get you something from the cafe and when he comes back, in front of his friends you'll say good boy just to watch his friends witness this man malfunction in front of their eyes. maybe if he's chatty and won't give you the attention he needs, youll yank the back of his shirt and drag him off to the side and then you see the way his pants are struggling to contain the bulge, the way his mouth goes dry, lips parted.

"querida, w-wha-" he can't even finish his sentence because he's about to sink onto his knees and he has no idea why. collar this hoe, he's definitely having a collar around his neck when you're at his place, making out with him on his couch. you'll tug on it harshly, dragging him off to the bedroom as he's whining and pleading with you to let him sink his cock in your wet pussy. of course, he won't get that privilege until he makes you cum on his tongue and the entire time, his eyes are transfixed on you. every time you praise him, "you're such a good boy, licking my pussy like that" "such a good pussy eater. say you're the best at it, go on."

slap his face gently if he stops because his knees hurt a bit since he's never actually been on his knees to eat out a girl - come on he's a fratboy, their asses have never truly brought a woman to her peak but they'll boast about it as if they did - and so if he gets sloppy with it, he'll have to learn his place, tsk tsk tsk.

tying him up to the bed and blindfold him, and kiss the tip of his throbbing cock that's aching for your cunt to slide onto him. now personally, id just leave attach a vibrator to him and leave and let him whine and beg the entire time. and it'll be funny because during the day, he's all macho and tryna be the coolest guy ever but you know the real fratboy!franco who's probably getting onto his knees as soon as he sees you, a soft smile on his lips when you call him a good boy.

[nottivagos]

notti's nightly thoughts (18+)

an: so, anyone else like the thot of a bratty sugar baby!franco colapinto or is it just me?

“you never have time for me!” franco exclaimed, crossing his arms over his chest as he pouted. his eyes were angry— seething, even— as he looked at you just lounging on the sofa.

“franco. i already told you,” you muttered, pinching your nose in annoyance. “i was on business. business that you couldn't accompany me on,” you added, your eyes locking onto his own brown eyes, “were you not satisfied with the gifts that i bought you as an apology?” you asked, your tone dangerous.

“no!” he almost screeched like a spoilt brat. “you didn't get me what i wanted,” he added in a huff like a petulant child.

your eyebrow raised as your jaw tensed at franco’s bratty attitude. “oh?” you challenged, “i didn't get what you wanted, huh?”

franco’s eyes widened slightly as he watched your eyes become slightly darker with annoyance. despite the fear he initially felt, he couldn't help but feel his cock stir in his trousers, a sudden rush of blood flooding through his body, arousal becoming deadly in the mix of emotions churning around his body.

“come here, gordito,” you purred with a devilish smirk, amusement flashing in your eyes, the command like poison to his ears as you snapped your fingers, pointing to your lap. “as much as you don't like me right now, i want to hold you unfortunately.”

“but i don't want—” he protested.

“franco.” your tone was calm, controlled even, yet ever so demanding and cool as you cut through his whines. “come here,” you instructed again, clicking your fingers for a second time, “now.”

groaning whilst annoyed at being babied, franco strode over to where you were sitting, plopping himself onto your lap. you smiled, content that he followed your order, rewarding him with a soft kiss on his cheek, and a murmured “good boy” onto his skin.

studying franco’s pouty expression, you cupped his cheeks, making him look down at you directly. you rubbed your thumbs over the burning apples of his cheeks, relishing in his soft features currently contorted by his horrid, ungrateful frown.

“do you know what happens to spoiled brats like you, franco?” you asked sweetly, brushing a loving hand through his brown curls. “they get put into their places,” you whispered hotly against his face, pupils darkening as they flicked down to his plush lips before meeting his eyes.

franco gulped nervously, as your hands came down his jawline, before coming to his chest and toying with his tie. “it's such a shame someone so gorgeous and perfect has to have a bad mouth on them,” you muttered disapprovingly, lips hovering a little too closely to his. “what happened to my sweet franco who was always so grateful for everything i gifted him, hmm?” you asked with a pout, tilting your head to the side.

franco felt his cheeks burn as you cooed compliments, still toying with his tie tied loosely around his crisp white shirt. his throat was dry, heart beating frantically in his chest as his insides fluttered. the intimacy of being sat on his lap made his head fuzzy, the way he could smell your perfume driving him crazy as his cock yearned angrily inside the confines of his ironed slacks.

“no comment, huh. i see,” you mumbled, tugging at the tie so his face collided onto your own, lips magnetically coming to kiss your own. he whined as your tongue delved deep into his mouth, tangling with his own as your shared saliva mixed in both of your mouths.

franco moaned as your hands came to grope over his clothed chest, the brand new shirt now becoming crumpled as you tugged at the fabric, before your hands clawed onto his scalp, fingertips brushing through his soft, unruly curls with feverish intent.

his cock throbbed hard in his pants, the size of his arousal rubbing slightly onto your thigh as he came to straddle your lap clumsily, whilst fumbling through more wet kisses you were pressing onto his mouth.

moving your lips away from his ever so abruptly, your eyes glossed over franco’s dishevelled appearance; the messed up hair, burning flush that painted over his cheeks, his erratic breathing that mingled with your own ragged breaths— it was intoxicating.

“i need you to jerk me off.” he panted, brown doe eyes widened and locked onto your own eyes. “please. just jerk me off,” he begged breathlessly, hands already coming to fumble with his belt.

the belt slid out of the loopholes, falling to the floor as it was discarded. franco pulled his trousers down to his ankles with no care in the world, his frantic movements fuelled by his growing arousal and need to be relieved of the straining burden in his boxers.

“let me,” you mumbled, fingertips coming to hook underneath the elastic waistband of his boxers, pushing them down ever so torturously slowly down to his ankles as well. franco shuddered as his cock bounced off his lower stomach, pre-cum smeared messily over the reddened, agitated tip.

licking your lips with anticipation, your belly fluttered with your own arousal, fire burning softly inside of you as your hand came to wrap itself around franco’s length. he whimpered as your thumb slowly smeared the glistening pre-cum around the sensitive skin, his hips stuttering at the contact your soft fingertips made on his scorching flesh.

smirking, your eyes hungrily met his again as he watched your pupils darken when you started to pump his cock with a merciless rhythm. he moaned loudly, head tilting back at the aggressive friction you created, mouth wide open as he panted, a rush of heat running up his spine as his shirt started to feel suffocating around his upper body.

as you continued to jerk him off, his own trembling hands came to claw at the buttons of his shirt, before discarding it quickly onto the growing pile of clothes on the floor. he gasped again, hips bucking upwards as he felt himself reaching his climax. the sensations of your relentless motions on his now twitching length mixed with the burning desire in his stomach churned into blissful ecstasy.

tears brimmed in his eyes as he bit his lip, pathetically muffling his moans that couldn't help but fall from his lips with shame. you could sense franco was going to fall apart at any moment, so you simply stopped your attack on his length, keeping the swollen red shaft in your tight grip.

“ah, ah.” you tutted, stopping your movement on his throbbing length. “bad boys don't get to come until they apologise,” you taunted with your signature smirk.

“no, fuck—” he groaned, “you can't do that,” franco whined, puppy eyes looking down at your smug look, driving him even more crazy.

“well i can,” you said simply with a shrug. “and i just did,” you flashed another devilish smile, a wolfish grin plastered on your face.

franco whimpered again, salty tears escaping his eyes as they rolled shamelessly down his cheeks again. “please just let me finish,” he whined, begging desperately as he fought the rawness of his voice.

“then apologise, franco,” you said simply, maybe a slightly colder and more demanding than you usually would. “or have these gifts given you too much of an ego?”

franco groaned, reluctant to apologise. biting his lip in agony, his angry tip burned aggressively for its release. tears streamed down his perfect cheeks still, continuing to stain them red as he whined after caving in, “i'm sorry for being ungrateful about the gifts, mi amor.”

“that's better,” you smiled, kissing his button nose ever so tenderly. you started to pump his cock again, movements slow and measured as he gasped with relief, chest rising more erratically as his lingering ecstasy took over his body once again.

franco pathetically came quickly. eyes squinting tightly shut, he gutturally groaned, his cum spurted over his stomach, the ropes of white congealing in his pubic hairs and over his toned flesh and well-built muscles.

“there we go,” you cooed, wrapping your arms around his body as you cradled him in your lap. “such a good boy for me, apologising like that franco,” you praised with a smile, pressing a rewarding kiss on his temple.

“i love you, mi reina,” franco mumbled tiredly into your chest, a glow of his high flushed over his slick, sweaty skin.

“i love you too, franco,” you mumbled, tracing absentminded lines and patterns down his bare back. “but if you're ever dare be a brat again, i won't be as easy on you as i was today,” you warned lowly into his ear, “if i had it my way you wouldn't be able to cum for a week, you hear me?” <3.

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Natural Enemies || FC43

summary: maybe Franco and Y/N don't hate each other as much as they think.

cw: fights, some swearing, and obscenity.unprotected sex (don't be reckless kids, don't follow suit here), p in v, hair pulling, slapping and maybe reader!sub(?)

a/n: I wanted to write something this afternoon, but I didn't want anything too long. So here's a drabble with baby-Franco (I think he's a baby, people, judge me)

starring: Franco Colapinto x Brazilian!Reader

Only God and the saints in heaven knew how much she hated Franco Colapinto, and that went beyond him being Argentinian — well, everyone knew about the historical rivalry between Brazilians and Argentinians — Franco was insufferable beyond belief and seemed to love testing her limits.

She really hated him, even at that moment when his hips were slamming into hers with savagery and desire. Y/N hated him, but she still fucked him because one thing had nothing to do with the other.

“Porra Franco” (fuck Franco) Y/N moaned, feeling his cock hit all the right places inside her, she shouldn't be there, and she certainly shouldn't be fucking him without a condom, but fuck, she was senseless when she was with Franco, whether it was fighting or fucking. “Don't stop, don't stop, damn it”

He smirked, rolling Y/N’s denim skirt up her hips before landing a slap on her ass. “I won’t stop, muñequita, I won't stop” he growled, leaving another mark on the girl's buttocks.

She arched her back more, leaving her hips more up against Franco, she was lost in the sensations of his cock going in and out nonstop, the slaps on her ass and of his hand tangled in her hair.

“You don’t hate me that much, isn't it, ¿amorcito?” He scoffed, pulling her face down to kiss her, a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss.

Y/N brought one of her hands to the back of his neck, pulling his curls between her fingers, making him grunt. The wet sound of their bodies slamming together only made her even more excited and if Franco kept fucking her like he hated her (and he did), she would cum in seconds.

“I fucking hate you, idiota” She said, hearing his chuckle in her ear, she rolled her eyes when Franco released her hips and began circling her sensitive clit. “Porra sim, não para, Franco” (Fuck yes, don't stop, Franco) she begged, feeling her whole body tremble in an intense orgasm, the pilot moaned hoarsely as Y/N tightened around him, making him cum inside her, staining her soft walls with his sperm.

They both took a deep breath, trying to calm down. Franco pulled out of her slowly, grunting as he watched his cum leak from Y/N's folds.

“Eso es tan jodidamente hermoso, muñequita” (This is so fucking beautiful, baby doll) he said, pushing everything inside her again. “Don't let anything slip, you don't want anyone to know that I fucked you in the equipment room, do you?”

Y/N moaned softly as she felt the fingers “For the love of God, man, shut up and give me my panties back.”

Franco got ready, wiping the sweat from his forehead before stuffing her panties into the pocket of his overalls. “No, it’ll be my lucky charm today.”

He said and left the room, leaving a furious Y/N behind.

Damn, she fucking hated him!

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what do you guys want more? aladdin au!isack or emt!franco?

i’ll post whatever the answer is tomorrow

[rocketinthesky]

Gentle Love

-Norapinto/Frando | Franco Colapinto x Lando Norris drabble

- drabble, canon compliant, established relationship, fluff no angst

Read on ao3

Franco collapses onto his bed, not bothering to change out of his fireproofs with his suit bunched around his waist. He finally got back to his motorhome, and after a semi-disappointing result for not getting into the points and the overall post-race emotions, he finds he barely even has the energy to breathe.

He’s just on the brink of passing out when there’s a knock on the door, four raps in quick succession followed by three slower taps.

It’s a little mortifying how Franco’s exhaustion almost immediately flees his body the moment he hears it, knowing who’s at the other side of the door.

He rolls out of bed, and in his haste to get to the door almost trips over his feet, but successfully makes it there in one piece, swinging the door open with an embarrassing rhythm beating up to his throat.

Immediately, he’s greeted by a blinding beam—Lando grinning from ear to ear, eyes lighting up the minute they meet Franco’s gaze. Lando’s face is flushed, a pretty shade of scarlet painting his tan skin. He’s the victor, the main character of the night. Franco’s shocked he’s even standing here in front of him and not out partying.

“Hey.” Franco breathes out, a little dumbly.

Lando bites his lip before bursting into a giggle, his hand immediately finding its place on Franco’s waist as he makes his way inside the room. Franco distantly closes the door behind him, turning around only to be crowded against the door by Lando.

“Hey, Coco. Missed you.” It’s a nickname Lando had given him, not long before they even got together. “Fran-co and Co-lapinto. Co-co. Adorable, isn’t it?” He’d said. Franco rolled his eyes and called it cheesy but the way he smiled every time Lando called him that gave his fondness away.

Lando pecks his lips after he stops giggling, only to pull back and meet Franco’s dumbfounded gaze and start giggling again. “You okay there, darlin’? Or has the heat done a number on you?”

“That…is a very good question. At this point, i don’t really know.” Franco says sheepishly.

It’s still a bit surreal sometimes to think that Lando’s his boyfriend. Of course, Franco’s not going to voice that sentiment out loud. He embarrasses himself enough in front of Lando. Lando doesn’t need any more fodder for his teasing.

“Were you resting? Did i disturb you?” Lando asks, a large palm coming up to gently caress his cheek, thumb softly brushing the skin under his eye.

Franco’s eyes flutter shut under his soothing ministrations as he nuzzles into the warmth of Lando’s big hand. God did Lando have big fucking hands.

“I was, but it’s okay Lando. I’m happy to see you.” Franco cracks an eye open to find Lando shooting him a dopey grin. Franco feels something bubbly and warm fill his chest. “I thought you were going to celebrate?”

“What, without even telling you?!” Lando exclaims, scandalised. He lightly pinches Franco’s cheek, making the younger pout. “I’m passing on the partying tonight. Too fuckin’ tired for that. Tomorrow though? You’re comin’ with me.” Lando says, an impish grin spread on his face and a manic glint in his eyes.

Franco grins back. “Obviously.”

Lando leans in again, slowly, the hand on his waist giving it a little squeeze and the hand on his cheek trailing up to card through Franco’s hair. He kisses the corner of Franco’s lips, slow and tender. It makes Franco feel like he’s melting, and for a second he thinks his legs might give out.

“What say we celebrate together, hm? Just you, me and a bottle of wine?” Lando murmurs, lips still pressed to Franco’s skin.

Franco shivers at the sensation. “Wine? How romantic.”

“Savin’ the shots for tomorrow.”

“Mm…” Franco shifts his head slightly, enough to catch Lando’s lips in a proper kiss. He relishes in the way Lando sags against him, lips moving languidly with his. “Let’s take this to the bed?”

Lando groans, nipping at Franco’s bottom lip before pulling back, a hungry look in his eyes as he starts leading Franco to the bed without a verbal response.

Franco knows there’s only more exhaustion ahead. He doesn’t mind it at all, though.

A/N: thank you to Sumi for giving me this cute prompt “post-race established relationship domestic fluff” hehe thanks to u i finally get to post smth complete on this ship😭😭🙏 this was fun to write and ended up way sappier than intended…hope u still like it alsjdjdj

[5sospenguinqueen]

Overworked and Underpaid | Franco Colapinto x PR! Reader

Summary: When Logan leaves Williams, you’re assigned as Franco’s PR handler. Except nobody warned you that he hadn’t been trained yet 

Warnings: Fluff. Angst if you squint, Franco is sad at one point

Requested: No but the people did want Franco and PR

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The original title was going to be With A Yap Yap Here 

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williamsracing breaking news franco colapinto to race for the remainder of the season

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francolapinto i am very excited for this opportunity 

→ user1 he seems so polite, bless him

→ user2 don’t be fooled 

user3 praying for y/n because she used to have the easiest driver to manage and now she has franco

→ user4 that’s if she gets assigned to him. she may not get to work with him

→ user3 why wouldn’t she???

→ user5 williams better not take away y/n’s job and logan’s 

user6 has anyone heard from y/n since the news dropped? her and logan were actual besties, not just work besties 

→ user7 she always talked about how much she loved working with him so she’s def gonna miss him

→ user8 what if she leaves with him???

→ user9 she didn’t even like the williams goodbye post. she’s pissed so it’s a real possibility 

yn_ln welcome to the team

→ user10 this was so dry for her

→ user11 i think she’s processing and doesn’t want to seem rude. give the girl a break

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williamsracing a day you’ll never forget. welcome to your first grand prix @/francolapinto

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user1 omg he’s such a cutie 

user2 his excitement all weekend has been so refreshing 

user3 chat, what’s your favourite thing about monza gp this year? and why is it y/n chasing franco around the paddock with a look of exasperation the entire time? 

→ user4 she has been working overtime this weekend

→ user5 it’s the way sky sports always know to zoom in on her when franco is talking

user6 the fact that we haven’t even had the race yet and y/n has had to cut two interviews short and say many times “he didn’t mean that” 

francolapinto today will definitely be going on my list of top 3 unforgettable first times

→ user7 omg can he say that?

→ user8 i wanna know what the 2nd thing is?? 

→ yn_ln @/williamsracing i need a raise

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yn_ln hello cota. a weekend for cowboy hats, cheerleaders and my attempt to replace williams’ photographer

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alex_albon you’ve never taken a good photo of me

→ francolapinto because she’s not your media manager

user9 chat, are they healing? are they becoming friends?

→ user10 i actually saw her smile at him today after weeks of her scowling at him! 

williamsracing all our cota favourites rolled into one 

user11 okay but she took the most boyfriend coded picture of him

williamsphotographer gonna put me out of a job. i don’t think i’ve ever taken a photo that good before

→ yn_ln what can i say? i excel at everything

user12 why did no one tell me franco’s pr handler was so cute?

user13 i could see her and franco together

user14 can’t believe you’re betraying logan so easily 

user15 the fact that logan liked this, which means he’s seen her so quickly forget about him 

user16 you used to pretend to be logan’s friend and now you’ve so easily run off with his replacement? 

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yn_ln enjoying a break from work-mandated media and yapping drivers by posting vacation pics 

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francolapinto i thought you found my yapping fun 😔

→ yn_ln uh, since when?

→ francolapinto i have proof! 

→ yn_ln don’t you dare

→ user1 i have to admit, i am loving their banter more than y/n glaring at him

user2 wait, she has a boyfriend? there go my franco/yn dreams

→ user3 unless, hear me out. the guy is franco

→ user4 nurse, she escaped again

williamsracing but we miss you?

→ yn_ln you’re the reason i needed a break

→ williamsracing i thought that was franco’s fault? 

→ yn_ln admin, this wouldn’t be a pr approved comment

user5 why do they hide y/n behind franco because she is stunning

user6 tbf, if i had to look at y/n all day, i’d forget all social filters

→ user7 somebody free my man franco. he’s being blamed for his words when it’s y/n’s fault for being so stunning liked by franco_colapinto

→ user7 omg guys, franco liked my comment

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francolapinto pr so good that we had to get hr involved

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yn_ln franco! these are not the photos we agreed upon! 

→ francolapinto it’s not my fault your ass is irresistible 

→ yn_ln now my ass is off limits. james just messaged me to say we have to sit through yet another pr/hr meeting 

user8 okay but these photos are kinda hot 

logansargeant my favourite pr nightmare couple 

→ yn_ln i’m not the nightmare! i’m the pr

→ francolapinto i’m the nightmare :)

→ user9 i hope you bitches that sent hate to y/n for being franco’s friend feel bad now because logan has clearly supported this from day 1

user10 i knew boyfriend franco would provide us with good content and i was right

→ user11 these the kind of pics we need the others to post

→ user12 yes! like show some appreciation for the woman hotter than you that gave you a chance 

williamsracing we’re confused. who are we supposed to report franco to now for pr violations? 

→ alex_albon i tried to complain about him twerking in the garage yesterday and she just smiled dopily at his name

→ yn_ln i did not! i am a sensible girl

→ francolapinto haha sensible. you looooove me

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[pucksandpower]

Malfunction

Franco Colapinto x physician!Reader

Summary: Franco’s concussion has come and gone, but his desire to see the angel of a physician who likely saved his life has only gotten stronger … it’s just a shame that he tends to lose any semblance of composure when you’re around

Note: this is the much requested second part to Malpractice … but even better than the first part if I do say so myself 🫣

The Las Vegas Grand Prix is a distant blur in Franco’s memory. The crash. The pain. The disorientation.

But there’s something else that lingers, too. Something soft that refuses to leave him alone.

It’s the image of you, kneeling in front of him, your hands steady even as his world spun. Your voice cutting through the haze, your gaze sharp and intense, demanding his attention. The way you pushed him to stay alert, to pay attention, to focus on something other than the chaos in his head.

Franco knows he owes his sanity, maybe even his life, to you.

It’s been a week since the crash, and he’s been cleared by the medical team to race again in Qatar, despite a lingering headache that’s been stubbornly hanging on. But it’s not the headache that’s bothering him. It’s the fact that you’re not here. You’re not at the track. Not in the garage. Not hovering over him like some kind of guardian angel.

He wants to see you again. Needs to.

He’s sitting in the Williams debrief room, surrounded by engineers who are talking a mile a minute about tire wear and lap times. But Franco is barely listening. He keeps checking his phone, hoping for some sort of miracle: a text, a call, anything that might tell him you’re here. That you’ve returned to the paddock.

But the screen stays empty.

“Franco, are you with us?” James Vowles’ voice cuts through his thoughts, snapping him back to the present.

“Yeah, sorry,” Franco mutters, rubbing his eyes. “What were you saying about tire strategy?”

James raises an eyebrow. “It’s fine. Focus on your recovery. We’re just going over the data from today’s practice. You’ve got time. But-” He looks around, making sure no one else is listening, “-don’t be distracted during qualifying tomorrow. We need every bit of performance we can get from you this weekend.”

“Right.” Franco nods, but his mind drifts again, his gaze slipping back to his phone. It’s like the rhythm of the weekend has been broken without you here, without the sharpness of your voice telling him he’s being an idiot, without your soft, steady presence making everything feel a little more manageable.

A soft knock sounds at the door, and Alex steps in, his casual smile immediately making the room feel a little lighter. His eyes flicker over to Franco. “How’s it going, mate?”

Franco immediately perks up. “Alex! You’re a sight for sore eyes.” He straightens up in his chair, suddenly interested in the conversation.

Alex raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Is that because you’ve missed me, or because I bring good news?”

“Both,” Franco grins. “But seriously, I’ve been thinking about something, and I need your help.”

Alex folds his arms, giving Franco a knowing look. “Uh oh. What have you gotten yourself into now?”

“It’s about Y/N,” Franco says, leaning forward with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Alex’s eyebrows shoot up, but he doesn’t seem too surprised. He sighs, already knowing where this is headed. “Ah, I should’ve known.”

“No, listen,” Franco presses, his voice a little more serious. “I need her to come to Abu Dhabi. She has to be there. I-” He pauses, trying to put his feelings into words. “I’ve been thinking about her all week. I just … I need to see her again.”

Alex raises both hands in mock surrender. “Whoa, whoa. Slow down. You want me to convince her to come to a race just so you can see her again?”

Franco shrugs, looking entirely unapologetic. “Yeah. Pretty much.”

Alex shakes his head, a bemused smile tugging at his lips. “You really have it bad, don’t you?”

Franco hesitates, his smile faltering just slightly, then nods. “I do.” His expression softens. “She helped me when I didn’t even know what was happening. I’ve never had someone take care of me like that.”

Alex takes a moment, studying Franco’s face, then lets out a long breath. “Look, I can’t make any promises. Y/N’s a resident physician. Her schedule is insane. She barely has time to breathe, let alone fly out to the Middle East for a race. But-” He hesitates, as if weighing his next words carefully. “But I’ll ask her. I’ll see what I can do. But no promises, okay?”

“Just ask,” Franco says urgently. “I don’t care if it’s a long shot. I need her there.”

Alex chuckles, shaking his head. “Alright, alright. I’ll ask. But you owe me a beer if this works.”

“You got it,” Franco grins, already feeling the relief of having put his request into motion. “Thanks.”

***

It’s late by the time you’re wrapping up your shift at the hospital. The weight of your scrubs feels heavier than usual tonight, your body aching after hours of rounds and consultations. You’ve barely slept all week, the demands of your residency taking up every last ounce of energy. All you want to do now is crash into bed and forget about the world for a few hours.

But then your phone buzzes in your pocket, and the familiar name on the screen makes you stop in your tracks.

Alex.

You sigh, glancing around the empty hallway before answering. “Hey, Alex. What’s up?”

“Hey,” Alex greets you, his tone casual but there’s a hint of something else in his voice. “How’s it going?”

You roll your eyes, leaning against the wall. “You know, same old. Patients, paperwork, more patients. I swear, I’m starting to see people’s illnesses in my dreams at this point. What’s up?”

“Well, funny you should mention that,” Alex says with a chuckle, “because I’ve got a bit of a favor to ask.”

You brace yourself. “What now?”

“I need you to come to Abu Dhabi.”

There’s a beat of silence. “What? No. I can’t just drop everything and fly to Abu Dhabi. You know how insane my schedule is right now.”

“I know, I know,” Alex says quickly. “But listen, it’s not for me. It’s for Franco.”

You blink, unsure if you heard him right. “Franco? What does he have to do with this?”

“He, uh, well, he’s been asking about you. He really wants you to come. He … he kind of needs you there, Y/N.”

You frown. “Needs me? What, like for a medical emergency?”

“No, no,” Alex quickly reassures you. “It’s not like that. He’s just — he’s been a bit, you know, off since the crash. He keeps talking about how much you helped him, how much he needs to see you again. He’s … kinda, well, taken with you.”

You pause, processing the unexpected request. “Wait. You want me to go to Abu Dhabi just to … see Franco?”

Alex sighs. “I know it’s a lot to ask, and I totally get it if you can’t make it. I just thought I’d put it out there, because he’s really … well, he’s really worried about seeing you again.”

You take a deep breath, staring at the floor. There’s a tug at your chest. Franco’s crash. The way he looked when he stumbled into the garage, his eyes unfocused, his voice thick with concussion. And how you couldn’t help but care, couldn’t help but feel something stir in your chest as you took care of him.

“I don’t know,” you say softly. “I don’t know if I can get time off. I’ve got a million things to do.”

“Please,” Alex pleads, his tone sincere. “Just think about it. I’ll take care of the rest. You don’t have to worry about anything. Just — just come for the weekend. For him.”

You hesitate for a long moment. Your exhaustion is overwhelming, but so is the pull to be there for Franco, to check in on him after everything that happened.

“Okay,” you say finally, your voice quiet but firm. “I’ll see what I can do.”

Alex lets out a relieved breath. “Thank you. You have no idea how much this means to him.”

“I’ll talk to my supervisor tomorrow and see if I can get a couple of days off. I’ll let you know.”

“Great. I’ll keep you posted. Thanks again, really.”

As the call ends, you press the phone to your ear, staring at the blank hospital hallway. Something in your chest stirs, a mix of curiosity and something else you can’t quite name. You promised yourself you wouldn’t get involved with any of these drivers. But Franco … there’s something about him. Something you can’t shake.

You don’t know what’s going to happen in Abu Dhabi. But you know one thing for sure: you’re going to see him again.

***

Franco is buzzing with energy as he walks away from the Williams garage after FP2. The track is alive with its usual Friday hum: team radios squawking, mechanics wheeling equipment, fans pressing against barricades for a glimpse of the action. Normally, this is his favorite part of the weekend — the calm between sessions when he can breathe and think through what’s next.

But today, his thoughts are miles away.

You.

Alex told him you’d agreed to come. He’s spent all week mentally preparing for this moment, imagining what he’ll say when he sees you again. He’d told himself he’d play it cool. That he wouldn’t come off as desperate or weird. That he’d be charming and effortless.

And now, as he walks toward the Williams motorhome, he’s running through those lines in his head like a script. But then, through the glass doors of the motorhome, he spots you.

You’re sitting at a table with Lily, wine glasses between you. You’re mid-laugh, one hand lightly gesturing, the other wrapped around the stem of your glass. The sound of your laugh doesn’t reach him, but your expression — warm and animated — is enough to stop him in his tracks.

Franco stares, frozen. For a second, he’s not a professional driver or a smooth-talking twenty-one-year-old. He’s just a guy, floored by the sight of someone he’s been thinking about far too much.

And then, because the universe has a cruel sense of humor, he walks straight into the glass door.

The sound is embarrassingly loud — a deep, resonant thud that draws the attention of a couple of mechanics nearby. Franco stumbles back, clutching his forehead as the door wobbles slightly on its hinges.

“Oh, come on,” he mutters under his breath, blinking rapidly to clear the stars dancing in his vision.

Inside, Lily gasps, already half out of her chair. But you — you just press a hand to your mouth, visibly trying to suppress a laugh.

Franco pushes the door open this time (successfully, thank God) and steps into the motorhome, trying to salvage whatever remains of his dignity.

“Didn’t know the motorhome was defending itself today,” he says, flashing a crooked grin as he rubs his forehead.

You’re still smiling, but there’s a glint in your eyes as you take a sip of wine. “I see you’re still finding creative ways to injure yourself.”

Lily, standing now, gives him a once-over. “Are you okay? That sounded bad.”

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Franco says quickly, though he’s still holding his head. “Just testing the structural integrity of the door. Very solid. Great engineering.”

Lily rolls her eyes, muttering something about grabbing an ice pack before disappearing into the kitchen.

You lean back in your chair, tilting your head as you look at him. “You know, you really don’t have to keep hurting yourself just to get my attention. There are easier ways.”

Franco blinks, momentarily thrown off by the teasing edge in your voice. But then he recovers, his grin widening. “Oh, so you noticed me, huh? Mission accomplished.”

You arch an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Hard not to notice when someone face-plants into a door.”

“Ouch,” Franco says, clutching his chest dramatically. “First my head, now my ego. You’re ruthless.”

You laugh, setting your glass down. “I’m a doctor. I call it like I see it.”

“And what do you see?” He asks, leaning casually against the doorframe (or at least trying to — he slightly misjudges the angle and has to correct himself, which makes him look anything but casual).

“I see someone who might need another concussion test if they keep this up,” you say dryly, though there’s a hint of amusement in your tone.

Franco seizes the opening. “Oh, you’ll give me a test? What, right here? Should I sit down? Or maybe lie down? Whatever you need, angel, I’m ready.”

You roll your eyes, but the corners of your mouth twitch. “I’m off-duty, thank you very much. And stop calling me angel.”

“Why? It suits you,” Franco says without missing a beat. He steps closer, his grin turning just a bit sheepish. “You did save me, after all.”

“From driving with a concussion,” you reply, crossing your arms.

“Still counts,” he says, shrugging. “So … you’re really here. Thought maybe Alex was messing with me.”

You tilt your head, watching him carefully. “Why would he do that?”

“I don’t know, for fun? He likes to mess with me,” Franco says, his grin turning rueful. “But I’m glad he wasn’t. It’s … it’s good to see you.”

Your expression softens, and you glance down briefly before meeting his eyes again. “It’s good to see you too.”

For a moment, there’s a silence between you. Not awkward, but charged. Franco shifts his weight, scratching the back of his neck. He’s been preparing for this moment all week, but now that you’re standing in front of him, he’s at a loss.

Lily reappears then, an ice pack in hand. She tosses it to Franco, who catches it against his chest. “Here,” she says. “For the door-shaped bruise you’re probably going to have.”

“Thanks,” Franco says, pressing the pack to his forehead. He winces slightly but keeps his gaze on you.

Lily looks between the two of you, her lips twitching as if she’s trying not to laugh. “Well, I’ll leave you two to … whatever this is,” she says, grabbing her glass and retreating toward the other end of the motorhome.

Franco watches her go, then looks back at you, his smile softening. “So … you’re here for the whole weekend?”

You nod. “Lily convinced me to stay. Said I needed a break.”

“You do,” Franco says quickly. “Definitely. Big time.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Oh? And why’s that?”

“Because …” Franco hesitates, then decides to go for it. “Because I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since Vegas.”

You blink, caught off guard by his honesty. “Franco-”

“I’m serious,” he interrupts, stepping closer. “I know I’m probably coming off like a total idiot right now, but I don’t care. You-” He gestures vaguely, as if struggling to find the right words. “You’re different. You’re not like anyone else here.”

“That’s because I’m not supposed to be here,” you say, your tone light but your eyes searching his. “I’m a doctor, Franco. Not meant for … whatever this world is.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he says, shaking his head. “You could be anything, and I’d still want to know you. You’re …” He trails off, then laughs at himself. “God, I’m bad at this.”

You laugh too, finally relaxing. “A little, yeah.”

“But I’m trying,” he says, his expression earnest now. “And I’ll keep trying, even if it means walking into more doors. Or walls. Or whatever else gets in my way.”

You shake your head, exasperated but undeniably charmed. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously into you,” Franco counters, grinning.

You groan, but your smile betrays you. “Stop. That was awful.”

“Was it?” Hr teases, leaning just slightly closer.

“Yes,” you say firmly, though there’s a hint of laughter in your voice. “And I’m not letting you use your injuries as an excuse to flirt with me.”

“Then what excuse should I use?” He asks, tilting his head.

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling now. “How about none? Just be normal.”

“Normal,” Franco repeats, as if testing the word. “Okay. I can do that. Probably.”

“Somehow, I doubt it,” you say, but your tone is lighter now, your guard lowering just a fraction.

Franco grins, sensing the shift. He might not be smooth, but he’s persistent. And right now, that feels like enough.

***

The hospital hums with its usual rhythm: the sharp beeps of monitors, the steady shuffle of footsteps, and the occasional murmur of voices echoing down sterile hallways. You’re halfway through your shift, mentally cataloging a growing to-do list, when one of the nurses finds you near the break room.

She looks far too amused for your liking, a sly smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “Hey, Doc,” she says, her tone conspiratorial. “You’ve got a patient in Room 43. Interesting case. File’s by the door.”

You glance up from your notes, immediately suspicious. “Interesting how?”

“Let’s just say … not your usual trauma,” she replies, her grin widening. “Go see for yourself.”

With a sigh, you grab your tablet and head down the hallway. You’re too tired to entertain the nurse’s cryptic humor, but curiosity tugs at you anyway. When you reach Room 43, you spot the chart hanging by the door. You pick it up and start skimming, your brain automatically processing the medical shorthand.

And then your eyes land on the complaint: penile fracture.

You freeze. Your brain short-circuits for a good five seconds.

Penile fracture. Seriously? You take a deep breath, fighting the urge to laugh or groan. It’s not unheard of, but it’s rare enough to make your day a little more … colorful.

Squaring your shoulders, you prepare yourself for what’s undoubtedly going to be an awkward encounter. Professionalism, you remind yourself. You’ve handled weirder cases.

But all of that resolve shatters the second you open the door and step into the room.

Because the patient isn’t some anonymous stranger.

It’s Franco.

Franco, lounging on the exam table like he doesn’t have a care in the world, scrolling through his phone with his free hand. Franco, the same man you’ve been dating for months, who absolutely should not be in this hospital room right now.

Your mouth opens, ready to deliver your standard introduction, but no words come out.

Franco looks up at the sound of the door, his face breaking into that familiar, devilish grin. “Hey, angel.”

“What the-” You stop yourself, gripping the edge of the clipboard like it’s the only thing tethering you to reality. “Franco, what are you doing here?”

He sets his phone down, looking at you with wide, innocent eyes. “I’m a patient. Clearly.”

You take a deep breath, setting the clipboard aside. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

“Nope.” He leans back slightly, gesturing toward himself with both hands. “Broken dick. You saw the file.”

Your jaw tightens as you step closer, lowering your voice. “Franco, this is a hospital. You can’t just-”

“I didn’t just anything,” he cuts in, feigning indignation. “I’m here because you abandoned me this morning. And now I’m suffering.”

You blink at him, completely thrown. “Suffering?”

“Yes!” He says, sitting up straighter, though the smirk tugging at his lips betrays any attempt at seriousness. “You left me. Alone. In bed. With …” He lowers his voice dramatically. “An issue.”

Your brain scrambles to keep up. “An issue?”

Franco sighs, as though the weight of the world is on his shoulders. “Blue balls. A raging, unresolved situation. You’re a doctor — you know how dangerous that can be.”

“Dangerous?” Your voice rises slightly before you catch yourself. “Franco, I left because I had to come to work. Like a normal person.”

“Right, but normal people don’t leave their boyfriends high and dry,” he argues, his tone edging into the realm of petulant. “Do you know how much it hurts? It’s practically a medical emergency.”

You close your eyes for a moment, pinching the bridge of your nose. “So let me get this straight,” you say slowly. “You’re here because you have blue balls. And instead of — oh, I don’t know — handling it with your hand and some lotion like a grown adult, you decided to come to my workplace and waste everyone’s time?”

“I don’t see it as wasting time,” Franco says, crossing his arms. “I see it as seeking expert care. From a very qualified, very beautiful doctor.”

“Franco,” you say warningly, but he’s already grinning.

“Besides,” he continues, his voice dropping into a teasing lilt, “don’t you think it’s romantic? I’m literally willing to suffer for you.”

“Oh my God.” You press a hand to your forehead, feeling a mix of exasperation and disbelief. “You are not suffering. And this is not romantic — it’s ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously sweet,” Franco counters, clearly enjoying himself.

You stare at him, torn between wanting to strangle him and laugh. “You know I could get in trouble for this, right? What if someone finds out I’m treating my boyfriend? Or worse, that you’re faking a medical emergency?”

“I’m not faking,” he says quickly, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “The pain in my cock is very real.”

“Franco.” Your voice is flat, and you fix him with your best no-nonsense look.

He hesitates for a beat, then leans forward slightly, lowering his voice like he’s about to confess something scandalous. “Okay, maybe it isn’t a fracture. But it is painful!”

You throw your hands up, resisting the urge to laugh despite yourself. “Unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable.”

Franco pouts, his lower lip sticking out in an exaggerated fashion. “Come on, angel. Don’t be mad. I just wanted to see you.”

“You couldn’t have waited until my shift was over?”

He shrugs. “What can I say? I’m impatient. And in my defense, you looked very cute leaving this morning.”

You sigh, shaking your head. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, you love me,” he says, his grin widening.

“Don’t push your luck,” you warn, though there’s no real bite in your tone.

Franco leans back on the exam table, looking far too pleased with himself for someone who just disrupted your workday. “So … are you gonna examine me or what?”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Do you want me to call security? Because that’s where this is headed.”

“You wouldn’t,” he says, his confidence unwavering.

You cross your arms, raising an eyebrow. “Try me.”

Franco holds your gaze for a moment, then sighs dramatically, throwing his hands up in mock surrender. “Fine. No exam. But only because I value our relationship.”

“Uh-huh,” you say, not even trying to hide your sarcasm.

He grins again, the kind of grin that’s always been your undoing. “You can’t stay mad at me, angel. Admit it.”

You roll your eyes, but a smile tugs at the corners of your mouth despite your best efforts. “Franco, you’re lucky I like you. Otherwise, you’d be on your way out of here in handcuffs.”

His eyebrows shoot up, and he smirks. “Kinky.”

“Oh, for the love of-” You don’t bother finishing the sentence, turning toward the door instead.

“Wait, wait!” Franco calls after you, sliding off the exam table. “I’m kidding! Don’t go!”

You pause, looking back at him. He’s standing there with his hands in his pockets, his expression softer now. “Seriously,” he says. “I just … I missed you. And I thought maybe this would make you laugh. Or at least roll your eyes. Which it did, so … mission accomplished?”

You sigh, feeling your resolve waver. It’s hard to stay mad at him when he’s looking at you like that — like you’re the only person in the world who matters.

“Franco,” you say, your voice quieter now. “You can’t just show up like this. I have a job to do.”

“I know,” he says, stepping closer. “And I promise I won’t make a habit of it. But … can I take you to dinner after your shift? As an apology?”

You study him for a moment, weighing your options. Finally, you let out a small sigh. “Fine. But only if you promise to behave.”

“I promise,” he says quickly, holding a hand over his heart.

“And no more faking injuries,” you add, pointing a finger at him.

“Scout’s honor,” he says, though the mischievous glint in his eye suggests otherwise.

You shake your head, exasperated but smiling. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And yet, you keep me around,” he says, grinning.

“For now,” you say, opening the door. “Now get out of here before someone sees you.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Franco says, saluting playfully as he follows you into the hallway.

As he walks away, you can’t help but smile to yourself. Ridiculous as he is, there’s no denying that life with Franco is never boring.

[emchante]

Hiiiii!!! I’m sending a request for the now playing fic in your 1000 follower special!! Could you write with she’s thunderstorms by Arctic Monkeys, fluff & smut w/ Franco Colapinto??? If you do I’ll actually love you forever 💋💋

he's thunderstorms | f. colapinto

hello, nonnie! thank you so much for submitting. this is a song i had never heard before, so i had a look into the lyrics and general idea— so i hope this suffices! also, title is intentionally he, i promise it's not a typo<3

franco colapinto x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ content, pretty suggestive, making out mainly, teasing, biting, sexual tension.

you could feel it before he even touched you. the tension in the air, building and swirling, charging the space between you and franco with every passing second. it was like you were a storm about to break, the heat of his gaze igniting the atmosphere around you.

you’d both been dancing around each other for weeks—flirty smiles, lingering touches, but always holding back just enough to keep it from spilling over. but tonight was different. tonight, the storm was inevitable, it wasn’t going to just pass like usual.

“stop playing,” franco murmured, his voice low as he caught your wrist, pulling you into him with a force that made your breath hitch, “i can see right through you.”

your lips twitched into a grin, fluttering your lashes at him to add to your teasing. “can you?”

“yes,” he leaned down, his mouth brushing against your ear, “you want me, just as badly as i want you.”

you bit your lip, trying to fight off the heat flooding your body. "maybe," you teased in a sing-song voice, letting your fingers trace the line of his jaw.

franco's eyes darkened, his grip tightening as his lips crashed onto yours. it wasn’t soft, not the way it had been before. this kiss was raw, filled with hunger and urgency, like he had been waiting for this moment. just like you had. his hands were everywhere—gripping your waist, pulling you closer, as if trying to feel every inch of you at once.

you moaned softly against his mouth, your body reacting to him with a need that was almost desperate. “franco…” you whispered against his lips before kissing him again, hands moving to tug at his shirt.

but he pulled away just enough to look at you, a cocky smirk playing on his lips. “patience, ah?” he teased, the storm in his eyes intensifying. “i’m not done with you yet, princesa.”

you couldn’t help the frustrated groan that slipped from your lips, “god you’re insufferable, you know that?” you huffed, eyes not leaving his stupidly handsome face.

“you love it,” he teased, his hand running up your side, fingers brushing against your soft skin, sending shivers through you. his smirk only grew at the visible reaction, fingers repeating their journey up and down.

his lips met your neck then, biting gently, teasingly, and you gasped, arching into him, your hands gripping his shoulders. you were quick to notice his erection pressing against your core, setting your body on fire all over again. “fuck– franco…”

he lifted his head, meeting your eyes with a mixture of dominance and tenderness. “i told you, cariño,” he murmured, his lips brushing against yours again. “you’re mine tonight, hm?”

you let out a soft laugh as you attempted to hold yourself together, the sound breathless and caught between desire and amusement, “is that so?”

his hands moved lower, his fingers tracing the hem of your dress. “absolutely,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. his fingers continued to move even lower, moving to cup your ass as he groped it, your hips instinctively bucking against his own at the squeeze.

you didn’t waste a moment. without warning, you pushed him back onto the bed, your body on top of his, your lips capturing his in a searing kiss that was everything—fierce, passionate, and undeniable.

and when you finally pulled back, your breaths heavy and ragged with swollen lips to go along with it, you could feel it—like the calm after the storm. the electricity in the room, the intensity, the rawness of everything that had just happened.

franco’s chest rose and fell beneath you, his hand threading through your hair as he pulled you close. “you think you can handle my storms?” he asked, voice low, his lips brushing against your ear.

you smiled, fingers tracing the lines of his chest, “i’m not scared of a little thunder, you should go the full way next time,” you murmured, leaving a plethora of soft kisses over his face.

[formula-ghost]

Thinking about Franco dating a perfectionist student/workaholic (NSFW under the cut):

You tell Franco you’ll take a break in 15 minutes. That was two hours ago. The mountain of work just piles before you and there’s no end in sight. He can tell you’re tense; he comes over and wraps his hand around your waist and whispers in your ear that you really, really need to take a break, but again, you shoo him away with a chaste kiss on the cheek and tell him 15 minutes.

30 minutes later and he’s had enough. You don’t even notice him crawl under the table, until you start to feel his lips kissing up your thighs and his hands rubbing up and down your legs, relaxing where they were bouncing with stress.

“What are you doing?” you ask, knowing he’s up to no good underneath the desk.

“Nothing,” he answers, “just relax. Focus on your work.”

It’s impossible to focus, though, when he starts nipping at the soft flesh of your thighs, higher and higher up, until you instinctively reach out and weave your fingers into his hair when he bites that sweet spot.

“Being productive up there?” he teases as he pulls down your shorts and panties. “You need to focus on your work, mi amor.”

All pretense of working is thrown at the window with the heavenly feeling of his tongue on your pussy. You really do try to focus, but you can’t when your legs are already shaking as he sucks on your clit and looks up at you with those deceptively innocent doe eyes, as if he doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing.

You moan under your breath and close your laptop before you come undone, cumming in his mouth in record time, savoring the release of your stress.

He sits up to face you and kisses you, filling your mouth with the taste of your own climax. When you separate, you’re already breathless.

“I told you that you needed to take a break,” he teased.

“Oh, hush,” you taunted, pushing his head back down under the desk. “You get back to work.”

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norapinto | "the first message i had received was from lando."

[w1ld-wr1t3r]

norapinto and no 43! 💙

How did essentially the same song get picked twice in a row . . .

43. Barcelona (CARSTN Remix) by Alan Walker, Ina Wroldsen, and CARSTN

Lando never needed an excuse to go out and dance. In a profession like this, he loved visiting the best clubs from around the world. It was fun.

But tonight, he had something on his mind.

He saw the object of his thoughts across the room now, laughing and flirting. He envied the people around him, who had captured his attention.

Franco had captivated him since he entered the paddock. It had taken him embarrassingly long to figure out that he had a crush on him, though. Long enough that by the time he realized it, he felt like he'd missed his chance. Franco was established in the paddock now. Wouldn't it be weird if Lando approached him now, to tell him that he'd had a crush on him from day one?

He didn't delude himself by thinking that Franco would ever feel the same way, anyway. He'd never shown any sign of it. Even if Lando was brave enough to confess, he knew he'd never get the answer he wanted anyway.

So he just had to move on. However he could. And any day now, he was sure he would finally succeed.

If that meant dancing until Franco was finally off his mind, then so be it.

[formulafics]

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lando, oscar, george, franco, max, charles, lewis, & mick are the drivers i prefer writing for <33