#mick schumacher fanfiction

[goldsainz]

CANDY — one shot.

pairing: mick schumacher x reader

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taglist: @lorarri @lpab @whatthefuckerr @noncannonships @lunnnix @elliegrey2803 @schumacheer @saintslewis @leoramage

request: “can i get ‘candy - rosalía + mick schumacher’ please?? thank you!” by @hevburn

NOTE: this song is too good… i need y’all to listen to it bc rosalia’s vocals are top tier. i love how i’m making so many summer fics to compensate the fact that i’m freezing bc it’s winter in my country😭 sprinkled in some drama bc why not

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yourusername verano de soltería single summer

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ynfan1 i need her reaction to mick dating a girl who looks just like her😭

⤷ mickfan1 THISSS

mickfan2 mick liking this💔

mickfan3 never getting over them

gina_schumacher 🩷

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ynfan2 when you remember that mick said they fell in love in the summer🥲

⤷ mickfan4 this hurt me

mickfan5 GINA COMMENTING

ynfan3 mick fumbled badly

mickfan6 if my bf was liking his (liked by everyone) ex i wouldn’t know what to do with myself

ynfan4 LA MEJOR EX-WAG THE BEST EX-WAG

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saskiarhode ❤️

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mickfan21 girl are you not embarrassed

mickfan22 we love a micky/n fan!

ynfan21 I NEED YOU TO BE SO SERIOUS

mickfan23 you sure did more than meet him😭

ynfan22 my fav y/n fan😍

mickschumacher ❤️

⤷ ynfan23 como y/n no hay NINGUNA theres NOBODY like y/n

⤷ mickfan24 mick blink twice if she’s holding you hostage

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yourusername escuche que te gustaban las rubias i heard you liked blondes

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ynfan31 SHE LOOKS SO GOOD

ynfan32 the caption😭

mickfan31 i just know mick saw this and cried

⤷ ynfan33 as he should!! she’s a queen

ynfan34 que mujer por diosss what a woman my goddd

rosalia.vt MONÍSIMA BEAUTIFUL

⤷ yourusername mira quien habla😘 looks who’s talking

ynfan35 saskia has nothing on her

user31 suddenly brunettes are my type

⤷ mickfan32 MICK THIS YOU???

ynfan36 the micky/n ship has truly died

[f1girliefics]

Too Far

Mick Schumacher x Reader

Summary: When dating him causes rage in some fans, they forget where the line is.

When the news of Mick and you dating came out, you expected the rumours, you were ready for the hate and the comments.

What you weren’t ready for is the crazy fans who decided to harass you in public.

It started off with small things.

When you went shopping, things were missing from your cart. Then people started to push you. You thought it was by mistake but then you realized, it was all a game to them.

Videos on TikTok started to go around, it was almost like a challenge to them.

Who could push you more?

Mick mentioned to you that it wasn’t okay and you didn’t have to deal with the harassment, but you brushed it off.

“Don’t worry, it will die down after a while. You know how people are, they will move on to the next thing.”

He knew you were right. 

But then, it got out of hand. So much so that you fell and got injured.

The video went viral before you could even get some help.

You were rushed to a hospital with a broken ankle and twisted wrist.

Your boyfriend called you, furious. 

“This has to stop!” he texted. “I’m on my way, almost there.” came another text, then. “I’m so sorry that this happened. I love you!” 

Before you could text back, the door opened and he came in.

“How are you feeling?” he asked as he saw the cast on your leg and the wrap on your arm.

“I’m good. The idiots pushed me on a slippery floor and as I fell my leg got stuck under the shelf and I fell on my wrist. How I can press charges?”

“I saw the video, Lando sent it to me. It’s going viral and the public opinion is with you. Everyone’s saying how that is just taking it too far and how they should be ashamed. Someone even found out the name of the girls and even after they took off the video, someone reported them.” he let out a long sigh. “I was so worried about you. I’m glad you are safe.”

“I agree, this has gone too far. Light pushing I can handle but breaking my leg… too much. Thank you.” you smiled at him and pulled him in for a short kiss before the doctor came and let you leave.

You arrived home and ate something while Mick was on his phone.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m making a post. I need to set the boundaries and I can’t just let this one go.”

“I understand and agree… just be… kinda nice.” you said as he nodded and continued typing.

‘My Dear Fans,

I’m sure many of you are aware of what happened today. I kept silent out of respect for my girlfriend, but I can no longer do so. 

She got seriously hurt today and I’m honestly surprised it didn’t happen before.

I do appreciate all my fans but I think we all can agree that this is seriously not okay.

I decided to take a break from social media and spend my time with my girlfriend as now she will need someone to help her with tasks.

I hope we all can learn from this.’

You gave Mick a nod and he posted it.

He spent the entire day helping you with anything. He ordered food and even offered to help you eat.

“My other hand is just fine!”

“But I want to help.” he argued and you couldn’t help but laugh.

He wanted you to smile and laugh to forget everything that happened.

But later that night, while he was sleeping, your mind began to wonder.

All your insecurities and fears came to the surface. 

You knew you shouldn’t blame yourself. But you were angry that you let things get out of hand and it got to this point.

You were used to the interviewers, the inappropriate questions, and people shouting at you.

But this was a new low.

You were just happy to have Mick by your side.

DO NOT STEAL, REPOST OR TRANSLATE ANY OF MY WORKS  

[cartierre]

GIRLS NEED LOVE | ms47

SOCIAL MEDIA!AU mick schumacher x fem!hamilton!reader

side note: tell a friend to tell a friend; she's baaaack side note pt2: "last day of summer" by summer walker side note pt3: this is pretty short, getting used to writing smaus again

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y/n_hamilton cigs n hella melodies

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user1 mick and y/n are so hot together oh lord

user2 MICK?? THE ABS?? EXCUSE ME?? ⤷ user3 y/n is doing god's job by feeding us with this pic

lewishamilton i'm not even going to comment on this ⤷ y/n_hamilton too late ㋛

user4 she came, she slayed, she ate

mickschumacher ❤️❤️❤️ comment liked by y/n_hamilton

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y/n_hamilton finishing touches

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user5 i'm so so so hyped for the new music ⤷ user6 girls need love was already such a good snippet of what's to come

user7 i just know she's gonna deliver and serve us cunt

mickschumacher so excited to see everyones reactions! ⤷ y/n_hamilton i'm literally shaking

user8 how is it possible that the hamilton family is literally that talented? lewis? nicolas? y/n?

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y/n_hamilton aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh (last day of summer out now!)

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user9 aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh (it's so good!)

user10 aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh (i can't stop listening to it)

user11 aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh (ate ate ate)

mickschumacher aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh (i'm so proud of you, i love you so much) ⤷ y/n_hamilton i love my (sometimes) annoying fans

lewishamilton even if it is very explicit, i'm so incredibly proud of my little baby sister ❤️ ⤷ y/n_hamilton i'll take it as a compliment

nicolashamilton so happy to see you achieve your dreams! i love you so much, sis ❤️❤️ ⤷ y/n_hamilton thank you so so much 🫶🏾

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y/n_hamilton last days of summer are over

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user12 why does mick look like a middle aged mum in that one pic ⤷ user13 wow you really woke up today and chose violence (honestly, real tho)

mickschumacher netherlands are suddenly so much prettier with you by my side ⤷ y/n_hamilton continue the sweet talking and see what happenes next... ⤷ lewishamilton stop sexting in your comment section!

user14 ugh i know for a fact y/n is so fun to hang around with

user15 i want what y/n and mick have

[lecsainz]

TAKE ME

parings: mick schumacher x vettel!reader

request: hiya could u do a mick x vettel! reader (seb’s niece or smth) where they attend an autosport award show together w seb and he just couldn’t keep his eyes of her bc of the low back/high slit of the gorgeous dress he tries not to be touchy bc seb is there but succumbs to a quickie in the bathroom while seb is claiming his award really im in desperate need of some mick content 😫

authors note: oh my god my first smut with mick 🫣 idk what to put here 🤷‍♀️

warnings: (+18) smut, minors dni!

✩. . . masterlist !

Y/N knew it was a bad idea to wear the dress her secret boyfriend had picked out for her. It was a stunning gown with a high slit and a low back, revealing almost her entire back. She thought it was perfect for the occasion, a Formula 1 gala dinner with her favorite uncle, Sebastian Vettel.

But she hadn't anticipated how her boyfriend would react to her in the dress. Mick Schumacher and Y/N Vettel had been secretly dating for six months, keeping their relationship hidden from almost everyone. Well, everyone except for Toto Wolff, who had caught them kissing at a race. Mick had decided to ditch his role as Toto's apprentice that day and sneak off with Y/N for a quick make-out session in the tire warehouse. The memory still made her blush with embarrassment.

It had been a few weeks since they had seen each other, and now, at the Autosport Award show, Y/N found herself watching Mick's every move from across the room. Was it her imagination, or had Mick gained a few more muscles since they last met?

"Vettel!" Toto greeted the older man standing beside him, and Y/N felt her cheeks flush with a rosy hue. She tried to focus on the conversation, but her attention kept drifting back to Mick.

Seb glanced at her and then followed her gaze to where Mick was standing. He raised an eyebrow with a knowing smile, causing Y/N to turn even redder. She had a feeling her uncle was onto something, and it made her want to sink into the floor.

As the evening went on, Mick's eyes seemed to be constantly drawn to her. He was talking to people, engaging in conversations, but his gaze kept finding its way back to her. She tried her best to act natural, chatting with the people around her, but her heart raced every time she caught Mick looking at her.

Eventually, Mick excused himself from his conversation and made his way over to her. His smile was both charming and mischievous as he approached her.

"Hey," he said, his voice low and intimate. "You look absolutely stunning tonight."

Y/N felt her cheeks heat up again as she replied, "Thank you. You clean up pretty well too."

He chuckled softly, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Couldn't take my eyes off you, honestly. That dress is... wow."

She bit her lip, trying to suppress her own grin. "You like it?"

Mick leaned in a little closer, his lips almost brushing her ear. "I more than like it. But you're making it really hard for me to behave."

She felt a shiver run down her spine at his words, her heart skipping a beat. Mick had always been a charmer, but tonight, he was particularly irresistible.

"Behave?" she teased, her voice barely a whisper.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes locked onto hers. "Yeah, you know... not get touchy when your uncle's around."

Y/N laughed softly, the sound tinged with nervous excitement. "Right, right. We wouldn't want to give Seb a heart attack."

Mick grinned and took her hand, his thumb caressing the back of her palm. "But seriously, after this event, how about we go somewhere a little more private?"

Her heart raced at the suggestion, and she nodded, unable to hide her own playful smile. "I'd like that."

Seb's voice cut through the conversation, and Y/N's heart skipped a beat. She wasn't sure how long he had been standing there, but she instantly felt her cheeks heat up under his gaze.

"Hey, Mick, Y/N," Seb greeted, his grin playful as he looked between them. "Am I interrupting something here?"

Mick's grip on her hand tightened slightly, but he managed to keep his composure. "Nah, just having a chat."

Seb raised an eyebrow, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Just a chat, huh? Well, don't let me stop you. Carry on."

Y/N felt her embarrassment intensify under Seb's teasing, and she bit her lip, unable to meet his gaze. "Hi, Uncle Seb."

"Hi, Y/N," he replied with a knowing smile. "Having a good time?"

She nodded, still feeling a little flustered. "Yeah, it's been great."

Seb chuckled, clearly enjoying her discomfort. "Well, don't let me keep you from enjoying the party. I'll catch up with you two later."

As he walked away, Y/N let out a nervous breath she hadn't realized she was holding. Mick squeezed her hand reassuringly.

"Don't worry, he's just messing with us," he said with a wink.

Y/N couldn't help but laugh, her nerves easing a bit. "I know, but it's still embarrassing."

Mick leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "I think you look even more adorable when you're embarrassed."

Her cheeks flushed again, and she playfully swatted his arm. "Stop it, Mick."

He grinned, his fingers intertwining with hers. "You know I can't resist."

Just as Y/N was about to respond, a waiter carrying a tray of champagne glasses brushed past her, and before she knew it, she felt a cold splash against her dress. She gasped, her eyes widening in surprise.

"Oh no," she murmured, her gaze dropping to the champagne stain on her dress.

Mick's eyes followed her gaze, and he quickly took in the situation. "Hey, it's alright. Accidents happen."

Y/N felt a mixture of frustration and embarrassment, and she glanced around, trying to figure out what to do. "I need to clean this up before it sets."

Mick nodded, his expression understanding. "I'll come with you."

She gave him a grateful smile as they made their way towards the restroom. Once inside, Y/N looked at herself in the mirror, feeling a little defeated.

"Great, just what I needed," she muttered, dabbing at the stain with a paper towel.

Mick stepped closer, his fingers gently brushing hers as he took the paper towel from her hand. "Let me help."

As he carefully worked to clean the stain, Y/N's heart raced. She couldn't help but be struck by how considerate and caring Mick was, even in such a simple moment.

"Thank you," she said softly, meeting his gaze in the mirror.

He smiled, his eyes warm. "Anytime."

As the stain faded, Y/N realized how close they were standing. The air seemed to buzz with a newfound tension, and she found herself holding her breath.

"Mick," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

He met her gaze, his eyes searching for something. Without a word, he leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a gentle kiss. It was slow and sweet, a promise of things to come.

When they finally pulled away, Y/N's heart was racing, but a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Mick grinned, his fingers tangling with hers.

"I think champagne stains might be my new favorite thing," he teased.

N laughed softly, the tension that had been building between them now palpable in the air. "Well, it's certainly one way to make an event memorable."

Mick's gaze was intense as he looked at her, and she felt her breath catch. "Do you trust me?"

Her heart skipped a beat, and she nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes."

Mick's lips found hers once again, but this time the kiss was anything but gentle. It was fiery and urgent, a hunger that had been building between them finally unleashed. Y/N's fingers tangled in his hair as she kissed him back with equal fervor, their bodies pressed close.

As their kisses deepened, Mick's hands roamed over her body, igniting sparks of desire with every touch. He backed her towards the bathroom counter, his lips never leaving hers. With a swift movement, he lifted her up onto the counter, his hands gripping her waist possessively.

Y/N's head was spinning, her senses overwhelmed by the taste of him, the feel of his hands on her skin. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him even closer. Mick's kisses trailed down her jawline, his breath hot against her skin, before he found the sensitive spot on her neck that made her gasp.

"Mick," she moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

He responded by pressing his body against hers, the friction between them igniting a fire deep within her. Mick's lips found hers once more, a demanding kiss that left them both breathless.

Desire pulsed between them, the urgency of their need pushing them to the edge. He pulled away just long enough to catch his breath, his eyes dark with want as he looked at her.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice husky.

Y/N nodded, her own desire mirroring his. "More than sure."

Their kisses reignited with a renewed intensity, their bodies pressed together in a dance of passion. Mick's hands roamed over her, his touch setting her skin on fire.

As their desire escalated, Y/N's fingers worked to undo the buttons of his shirt, her touch eager and hungry. Mick's own urgency mirrored hers as he kissed her fiercely, his fingers tracing the curves of her body with an intoxicating mix of tenderness and hunger.

Their mouths met in a series of heated kisses, each one leaving them both craving more. Mick's lips trailed down her neck, his breath hot against her skin, igniting a trail of fire wherever he touched. Y/N's fingers found their way to his hair, pulling him closer as a soft moan escaped her lips.

"Mick," she whispered, her voice a mixture of need and desire.

He looked at her with eyes darkened by the intensity of their passion, his own longing reflected in his gaze. Without a word, he lifted her off the counter, his lips claiming hers once more as he carried her towards the bathroom door.

As they stumbled out of the bathroom, caught up in the heat of the moment, they didn't notice the figure standing by the entrance. Toto Wolff's surprised expression quickly turned into an amused grin as he cleared his throat, effectively interrupting their heated embrace.

Mick froze mid-step, his eyes widening as he realized they had an audience. Y/N's face turned a shade of red that matched her dress as she buried her face in Mick's chest, her embarrassment palpable.

Toto chuckled, his tone teasing. "Well, I guess I won't be needing that bathroom anytime soon."

Mick cleared his throat, his cheeks tinged with a blush as he awkwardly shifted his weight. "Uh, yeah. Sorry about that, Toto."

Y/N peeked up at Toto from behind Mick, her voice muffled. "Hi, Toto."

Toto raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Having a good time, are we?"

Mick let out a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, you could say that."

Toto grinned, patting Mick on the shoulder. "Well, I'll leave you two to it. Don't let me interrupt."

As Toto walked away, Y/N let out a sigh of relief, her face still flushed. Mick chuckled, his arm around her shoulders as he pulled her closer.

"Well, that was... unexpected," Mick said, his lips brushing against her hair.

Y/N groaned, hiding her face in his chest. "I can't believe he caught us again."

Mick laughed, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. "Hey, at least it's a memorable way to be caught."

She rolled her eyes playfully, her embarrassment fading as she looked at him. "You're impossible."

Mick grinned, his fingers brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "And you're irresistible."

Their lips met in a sweet, tender kiss, the world around them fading as they focused on each other. In that moment, the outside world ceased to matter, and all that existed was the connection between them – a connection that had ignited in a bathroom and had grown into something much deeper and more meaningful.

And as they kissed, all thoughts of being caught or interrupted were replaced by the overwhelming feeling that they had found something truly special in each other's arms.

[paddockbunny]

list A + #160 + newlywed! mick

Marital Bliss

Summary : Everyone always says the best sex you’ll never have is the night of your wedding. And you have just become Mrs Schumacher. Rating : 18+ Pairing : Mick Schumacher x Reader Word Count : 2, 533 ONE SHOT Trigger Warnings : 18+, NSFW, adult language, PinV sex, no protection, mention of having children, slight dirty talk, all the sugary sweet feels Images : curated from Pintrest Authors Note : please note that I don’t usually write newlywed/wedding day tropes, this is a once off, please don’t request in the future ☺️

List : List A Prompts : 160 - “I want to make love to you”

The party was in full swing. The love reverberated around the ballroom and poured out of all the collected guests that had been invited on such a special day. It really made your heart swell at the thought of everyone wanting to celebrate with you and your new husband. You were sat talking to your new mother-in-law - truthfully, you needed a break from all the dancing and schmoozing you had been doing - the pair of you discussing how beautiful the ceremony was and how stunning your custom made designer gown was. Naturally, she gushed over how handsome her son looked and you had to stop yourself from admitting you had been wanting to rip his clothes off all day long.

You watched as your loved ones and friends danced away in front of you. Some of Mick’s racing buddies were twirling your sisters and friends around on the dance floor making them laugh and squeal in delight. You spied your father over in the corner chewing Jean Todt’s ear off while your mother and Michelle seemed to be talking about their dresses. You glanced at Corinna and it was hard not to think of how missed Michael was today. Although she never voiced it you felt her quiet sadness that Mick’s father wasn’t here to enjoy all of the celebrations. With the thought racing in your mind you raised your champagne glass to your lips. The clinking of your rings on the surface snapped you back into the present and served as a reminder of what you had signed up for earlier in the day; a lifetime of carrying the Schumacher name.

You smiled to yourself as you glanced around the awe inspiring ballroom and had a look for your husband - something that yet hadn’t settled in. The last time you saw him he was over near the bar with Seb. Asking him to be his best man was your idea. He had been a father figure to Mick for years so it was a natural choice. But as you looked in the direction you last saw them Seb was now standing with Hannah. Mick was nowhere to be seen. But your confusion was instantly solved when a big fat, wet kiss was placed against your neck from behind.

“Hello Mrs Schumacher” You could hear the smug joy laced in his voice. He hadn’t stopped calling you that all day. The pride bursting out of him each and every time he did it. “Hello Mr Schumacher.” You replied as Mick’s hands glided up your bare shoulders and gently caressed the back of your neck. You had to remember his mother was sitting right beside you as you so desperately wanted to moan at his actions. You settled for reaching for his and and giving it a gentle squeeze.

Corinna excused herself - making some excuse about checking in with some of their family members that had travelled to the wedding but her sudden departure was welcomed by you and your new husband- and Mick was quick to slide into her now vacant seat. “Have I told you how beautiful you look?” You couldn’t hold yourself back from laughing. “Yes, around twenty seven times today.” “You look beautiful. You look beautiful. You look beautiful. There. Thirty.” He leaned in. Lips finding yours. “When can we leave?” He whispered against them. Mick wasn’t really the party type of guy (not like some of his work friends who seed to be relishing in the party atmosphere of the evening). It was one of the things that made you so alike because you weren’t exactly the party type of girl. Heavy drinking and dancing all night till your feet were sore, wasn’t exactly your type of fun. But, this was your wedding reception. You couldn’t leave THIS early. “Mick…” You moaned jokingly “we can’t duck out on all of these guests.” “Sure we can.” He pulled back slightly, grabbed your half full glass of champagne and took a large sip from it before locking eyes with you once again. “I want to make love to you.”

Your stomach flipped and tightened with sheer utter excitement at his words. The whole “wedding night” thing played on your mind for the entire day. It had been your silly little idea a month ago to suggest abstaining from sex for the weeks leading up to the wedding. You read somewhere that it made the night so much more meaningful, passionate and just plain hotter. But no one had told you how bloody fucking difficult it was not having sex for four whole weeks. You quickly grabbed his hand and checked his watch - his fathers watch, which his mother had given him as a gift this morning upon Michel’s request. It was little after 11 and you knew the party still had many more hours left in it. You pondered for a moment. But essentially decided having sex with your husband was so much more important than people pleasing. “Ok…we have to say goodbye to your mum and sister and my parents but yes, let’s leave.”

After goodbyes were made - and a round of hollering from Mick’s mates knowing exactly why you and him were wanting to leave early - the pair of you left while the celebrations raged on. You began ascending the stairs, Mick gathering the train of your dress to help you, trying not to let your hunger for him get the better of you. Once you reached the top of the stairs he kissed you and told you; “I’ve never been happier”. “Neither have I” Your hands went through his soft blonde locks and you pulled him back to you again. You were so desperately starved for his mouth that you moaned straight into it when he grabbed your waist and pulled you flush against him.

The pair of you tumbled down the hall. Struggling to walk straight. Your hands and lips were all over him, just as his were all over you. The tension was at a feverish level when you finally reached the room you had gotten ready in earlier in the day. “God…”Mick purred in your ear as he pushed you against the door “I need you.” Your brain couldn’t form any words because his seared on to your skin. He fumbled with the door to get it open and pushed you backwards inside when he did. You almost tumbled over your train as you tripped walking backwards but your husband caught you in his arms.

“Mick…” You pat his arms. You had seen what your bridesmaids and his groomsmen had done. They had strung “Just Married” balloons above the headboard, thrown rose petals around and placed several boxes of condoms on the nightstand. Mick and your laughter echoed around the room at the sight. “Well,” he smirked broadly “we won’t be needing these” he grabbed the condoms and chucked them off the bed and on to the floor. It was a little soon to start family planning - it being your literal wedding night - but you loved how eager he was to have children with you so it made you smile.

Mick’s hands worked to unbutton the tiny row of buttons on your lower back. His lips continually kissing the nape of your neck as he did so. The dress you wore had been designed to your exact taste and now, with how long it was taking to get you out of the gown you regretted choosing so many God damn buttons. When finally there was enough undone you had room to shimmy out of it. Mick pushed the straps down your arms and held your hand to help you step free of your white fabric confines. Mick’s hands were then on you. Finally. They were hot and large and you had dreamed about them for weeks. He used them to turn you round to face him. His eyes taking in the lingerie you had picked out for him - sans bra because your backless dress wouldn’t allow it.

You had already made quick work of Mick’s shirt when you first got into the room but some point when he was undoing buttons he had found time to undo his own so now his trousers were open like an invitation to you. Mick watched you as you placed your hands on his chest and dragged them downward across is taught abs, stopping before where he wanted them most. He used the time to place his hands into your hair, messing it from its perfected waves. In the moments that passed between you, where silence fell, there was the strongest feeling of pure love you had ever felt. Before lust fully consumed you both again and your mouths collided.

Gasping for air Mick pushed you back into the mattress. His body already situating itself between your thighs as he kissed and nipped at the flesh of your neck. You moaned feeling his tongue trail down the valley of your breasts and further down past your navel. “Now this….I’ve been looking forward too.” He smirked as he took up residency between your warm thighs. You let out an slow sigh trying to steady your breathing but anticipation was roaring inside you. You were expecting Mick to remove your white lacy panties but he surprised you. “I do this with my teeth, right?” Immediately you say up on your elbows so you could look down at him. Garter. You had forgotten all about your garter. It was tradition to remove it during the evening but you had decided against because it was a bit too “risqué” for some of the guests gathered. You felt Mick’s hot breath against the inside of your thigh and nodded when he glanced up for your approval. He went for the was a simple embroidered lace and grasped it effortlessly between his teeth. Pulling it down over your knee and further down your calf. He lifted your leg up so your foot rested upon his chest as he finally removed it from your body. The whole action was so erotic. It was enough to leave you panting.

Mick wasted no more time after that. He pulled your panties off quickly after and his own trousers and boxers went along with them. You saw from the starved look in Mick’s eye that he was hopelessly desperate for you. Want consumed the both of you. You felt like you might burst if he didn’t touch you soon, if he didn’t make love to you like he said he wanted too. When Mick separated your legs, making way for his body between them, you remembered you had all night for foreplay and suchlike. You were aching for him now, right now. You couldn’t even think straight. As Mick pulled your leg up around his waist you felt how hard he was as he ran himself up and down your glistening wet folds.

“I love you.” He said as he pressed his lips to yours. couldn’t hide how your body reacted to him. “I love...” He didn’t let you get the words out. He rolled his hips and entered you. A gasp was swallowed by his low moan as he repeated the action. This time giving you all of his length. Your hands found themselves on his shoulders before one slipped up into his hair. His name tumbled from your lips as he set a slow - borderline torturous - pace. It dawned on you what Mick was doing. He was really making you feel him, making you feel the love he felt for you. You felt how deep he was, how stretched around him you were, and how big he really was. It was like you were almost having sex with him for the very first time. “More…” you begged him. Your eyes opening to plead. And he gave you exactly what you wanted. He increased the pace but only subtly. His name flowing out of you as he did so.

Mick took your hand in his. His fingers looping in yours as he pressed yours into the mattress. His mouth was open against your neck, his moans licking at your skin. And while the pleasure was already enough to overcome you suddenly focused on the feeling of the cool metal around Mick’s finger that knocked against yours. It was foreign and strange but it filled your heart. He was yours. Every last part of him belonged to you and you belonged to him. But as you were lost in thought about how it felt being married to him Mick found the sweet spot inside of you. His throbbing tip began repeatedly hitting it with every strong, quick stroke and you knew what he wanted.

The sensation built. Mick had carefully crafted your high. Amongst loud moans and gasps he had built your climax step by step till it was descending upon you now. Mick purred your name. “Look at me.” He added and instantly you did as he wished. You knew all of Mick’s tell tale signs he was close and you felt his hips begin to jolt. But none the less he kept going. The tip of his length teasing you into letting go. Which you felt yourself doing. You let go. Fell off the edge into pure oblivion. A knot formed in your stomach as your body tensed. Your orgasm gripped hold of you. Strong, powerful and intense it was increased tenfold by the feeling that as you came around Mick, he came inside of you simultaneously. Your body felt like you had no control over it as it spasmed and flexed underneath him. You felt the undeniable twitch of his cock as he filled you. It was pure blissful.

As you felt the product of Mick’s high begin to slowly leak from inside of you he lazily drew circles into your shoulder while you lay on his chest. You didn’t need to talk about what had happened moments before - coming together, at the same time, and how that had never happened between you before - because you knew it wouldn’t be the last time you had sex tonight. Mick’s low, soft groan matched the little smirk that playfully danced across his mouth as you began talking about the day and how it was everything you had always dreamed of (and more).

“What made you cry?” There had been several times your husband had welled up during the day but when he turned to see you walking down the isle toward you, he crumbled. Something seemed to break in him and he couldn’t stop himself from crying as he awaited you at the top of the isle. “You took my breath away. I had never seen you look more beautiful than in that moment when you were walking toward me.” It was the perfect, oh-so-Mick response “I saw an Angel and then I got to marry her.” He was saying all the right things and you were struggling not to go for a round two already. “I love you, Mr Schumacher.” Your heart had never felt so full. It was ready to burst.

“I love you more, Mrs Schumacher.”

[thisismeracing]

dom!mick + smut + vibrator if you’re still taking blurbs ;)

Vibrator | MS47

⸺ the one where Mick decides to try something new in bed. ✓ nsfw. dirty talk. graphic description of sex. p in v. no protection. use of toys. edging. +18!! Minors DNI!!!.

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The frantic snaps of Mick's body against Yn's pushing and pulling his cock from her wet entrance did not match the soft way in which he pressed the vibrator against her clit which only seemed to add to the sensations.

"Mick-" she whimpered and his lips tugged upwards in a smirk.

One of his hands was holding her wrists together on top of the cushions, while the other used the toy as he pleased. He was playing one of his favorite games: to edge Yn, make her twist and whimper, beg to finally cum. And he loved to do it because it seemed as if she came harder each time.

"I'm gonna turn the vibrations up," he threatened in a mutter, biting his lips to keep his smirk from showing.

"I-I'm sorry. Sir. I'm sorry, Sir," Yn corrected, trying to keep her hips from shying away from his ministrations.

"Good. Be a good girl, and I'll let you come," he whispered, slowing down his thrusts just when he felt her cunt squeeze his dick, almost ready to tip over the edge and cum.

She kept from complaining and crying by kissing and licking his neck, sinking her teeth in his skin. Mick couldn't help but snap his hip, and moan on her ear, dropping the vibrator and letting all his control go over the window.

"Please, sir," she begged, knowing she would get what she wanted in a matter of minutes.

"Pull my hair," he commanded, before finally releasing her wrists. "And, Liebling?" Mick's ocean eyes found her, a darker tone around his irises, "you only come when I tell you to, got it?"

He was giving, but oh wasn't he also taking.

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[pucksandpower]

Mick and engineering student gf?? thinking it'd be a hot combo

Mick Schumacher x engineering student!Reader - Instagram AU

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mickschumacher i don’t know how you do it

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[holysainz]

hidden truths - mick schumacher

pairing: mick schumacher x messi!reader

warnings: none

summary: you use summer vacation as an escape from the weight of your last name … mick happens to have the same idea

You meet him on the shores of Ibiza. He’s just another sun-soaked stranger as far as you’re concerned. With golden hair tousled by the ocean wind and eyes reflecting the azure blue of the sea, he is magnetic. But you’re just two beach-goers, simply Mick and Y/N, each escaping the intensity of your own lives for a slice of paradise.

You’re both incognito, tucked away behind faux names and tinted aviator sunglasses, your public identities folded away and locked away in your suitcases. He’s Mick, a charismatic car mechanic, and you’re Y/N, a football coach from Rosario. Nearly truth, except for the bits you both conveniently leave out.

Mick’s charm is undeniable. It’s clear that he’s comfortable around people … around you. It’s the easy jokes he cracks about the Spanish heat and the impromptu sandcastle-building competition he starts under the heat of the midday sun that endear him to you. There’s a spark, a connection. But just as a sun sets on Ibiza, the end of summer break looms in the horizon.

You decide to see it through, to ride this wave until the end.

—

One afternoon, as the sun dips low in the sky and bathes the beach in shades of gold, you’re locked in a lively debate about football. Your knowledge, the passion, it’s all too familiar.

“I swear, Y/N, you talk like you’ve been on the field with Messi himself,” he laughs, sipping on his sangria.

There’s a pause, a flicker in your eyes, as you reply. “Well, you talk about cars like you were born in one.”

You share a knowing look. The masks are cracking but not quite broken. Not yet. There’s fun to be had and more summer to enjoy.

—

The last week of your vacations approaches. A parting is imminent but Mick presents an offer, “I’m … going to a race next week. Formula 1, in Zandvoort. As a mechanic, of course,” he adds with a wink. “Would you like to come along?”

Your heart jumps. Attending a Grand Prix? The thought is electric. “I’d love to,” you say, despite the beating in your chest.

So you’re whisked off to the Netherlands, to the world of racing and roaring engines. In the paddock, Mick introduces you as a friend. There’s an energy here, a tangible excitement. It mirrors what you felt watching your father in Camp Nou and Parc des Princes and now DRV PNK stadium. It’s intoxicating. You understand why Mick loves it.

And then it happens.

“Lewis,” he greets a man passing by with a quick nod and beaming smile. You recognize him, even though your previous encounters were during award show red carpets and VIP parties you could barely remember the next morning. Lewis stops dead in his tracks as he spots you. “Y/N?” he questions, reaching for a hug. “What are you doing here? I would’ve gotten you a pass if I knew you wanted to come.”

Your eyes widen as Mick watches the exchange. “You know each other” he asks, the words thick with confusion.

Lewis laughs, “Of course, she’s Leo’s daughter.”

The shock in Mick’s eyes doesn’t fade away.

“You know … Leo Messi,” Lewis is quick to clarify.

The silence hangs heavy. Mick looks at you, betrayal written across his face but there’s understanding too. “And you’re Mick Schumacher, Michael’s son. God, I feel so stupid,” the realization dawns.

For a moment, nothing. Then, Mick smiles. “Guess we’re pretty bad at keeping secrets, huh?”

“Or pretty good,” you retort. “Depending on how you look at it.”

You both laugh, the sound echoing through the Mercedes garage. When you're together, you’re not Mick Schumacher and Y/N Messi but just Mick and Y/N again. You’re more than the gargantuan shadows of your last names.

The end of summer isn’t a goodbye, it’s a beginning. The beginning of something new, something real. Even under the intense scrutiny of the world, you hold onto each other, two hearts beating as one.

And that, in the end, is the true victory.

—

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[writingshushf1]

Ooo mick bc I cant find smuts abt him

Bereal

Summary:  the app goes off and mick has an idea.

Rating: +18

Warnings: shameless smut, p!rn with a little bit of plot, shibari/restraining, unprotected (wrap it before you tap it!!!)

Word count: 0.6k

Note: god. this is the filthiest thing i've ever written.

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The room was hot, Mick had a wicked grin on his face, holding the ropes that were tied against your body. 

Right after you started your makeout session, he said he wanted to try something new he heard the boys commenting, because of it, the German searched about and bought what needed, now wanting to try it out - he loved to experiment new things, so did you. After a few minutes, he made a star harness with arms shibari, it was not just beautiful, but restrained your movements as well, so he could take more liberty on controlling you.

You had your face against the mattress, while Schumacher thrusted hard inside of you, earning loud whimpers out of your mouth, he was loving every single minute of it. He held the piece of rope that restrained your arms, while the other travelled between your hips to slap your ass harshly, leaving you to whine louder.

If you weren’t already a mess from having him inside of you, the blonde started to kiss your neck, nibbling and giving big hickeys around it, slowly making them go closer to your breasts - avoid getting into the rope, of course, he didn’t want to ruin his beautiful work. When you weren’t looking, he grabbed a bullet vibrator and put it against your core, making you chant his name over and over again.

Out of nowhere, the sound of bereal rang from the driver's mobile phone, which made you two look at each other for a few seconds. He scrunched up his eyebrows, picking up the phone.

“Can I?”

“Just don’t show my tits or any of those parts.”

“I wouldn’t want to, they’re mine and only for me. No one needs to see it.” His face got closer to yours. “Because you’re mine, baby… And I would be very jealous if someone got to see you like that.” 

You whimpered with his words, at first, he took a selfie, his face reddened by the heat and if you paid attention very closely, your legs appeared on the back of the picture, who were also tied up. Then, you let him hold your face to the side and show all the bruises on your neck and a part of your naked torso with the rope being very evident - of course, not showing your breasts. He turned off his phone, looking at you again.

“Such a beautiful good girl, letting me show off how good I take care of you.” He muttered, starting to thrust again in an agonising slow pace.

You were getting closer and closer to an orgasm and he kept provoking you, making you get into the edge of it, then slowing down at once so you would never get into your climax.

“Mick… Please.”

“What, baby?”

“I’ve been such a good girl… Please, let me cum.”

“Oh. Do you think so?”

You went quiet, looking at him while holding the most obscene moans. Schumacher chuckled, slapping your thigh and going again at a painful speed - now painfully fast, knowing that after that, it would be very hard to walk.

When you came, your walls squeezed him inside, making him cum too, screaming your name multiple times while he finished inside of you.

After this mind blowing sex, you two were laying together, cuddling naked on the bed when Mick grabbed his phone, seeing multiple notifications from bereal and his friend group chat. As he read the reactions of his friends - many shocked that he was into that sort of thing, the German showed you and you both laughed together at how their friends believed him to be an innocent person.

[the-offside-rule]

Mick Schunacher - Breakfast in Bed

Requested: yes

Prompt: Reader and Mick have a one night stand yet he's so sweet the morning after

Warnings: mentions of a one night stand

Y/N woke up with a pounding headache and being blinded by the sun blaring in through the curtains of her room. She sat up and rubbed her eyes and quintes, looking around then it hit her; this wasn't her room. She looked around at the luxorious furniture, the seaside view, her clothes on the floor. She hooked up with a rich guy. Hopefully he wasn't too old, at least then she could leave with a little bit of dignity. She snapped her head towards the door as she saw the doorknob move. She clenched the sheets and dragged them up to cover herself while the door was being opened. "Oh." She looked over to where the voice came from and her heart sank. Mick fucking Schumacher.

"You're up." He said as he was at the door. "Um, yeah. I appear to be." Y/n joked. He chuckled "Well good morning." Mick walked towards her and placed a tray in front of her. "I decided to just get you a coffee and some food, get some food into you." He explained. Not the only thing getting in me Y/n said in her head. She reached for the coffee and began sipping little bits. "Is your head okay?" he asked. Y/n nodded. "Yeah, just about." She replied. Mick walked around collecting her clothes and placing them on his bed. Y/n watched on confused as she munched on some pastries hungrily. He placed her clothes beside her before going to sit at the bottom of the bed. "Do you always treat your one night stands like this?" Y/n asked as Mick sat down at the bottom of the bed. "Well, I don't have any one night stands so." He replied. Y/n arched a brow as she took another mouthful of coffee. "What? You seem confused." He commented on her facial expression. "Yeah, how am I your only one night stand?" she asked.

Mick looked down and smiled. "I'm not usually one to go around doing those kinds of things." Mick explained. "I prefer to stick to one person." Y/n nodded and put the coffee cup to the side. "So like penguins?" Mick arched an eyebrow a little bit confused by her comment. "Penguins stay to one penguin for their entire life. That's the kinda love I would like." Mick chuckled. "Yeah, same here." It was very much silent for a few seconds. Neither of them new how to continue their conversation. "So, when is your flight?" Her sweet voice echoed through his head, grasping his attention. "Pardon?" Mick asked. "Your flight. The race was yesterday so you've probably got a flight to catch later on today." Mick nodded in understanding. "Ah okay, yeah. I've got a flight in about three hours or so." The room went back to being silent.

The room went back to being silent as they once again found nothing to talk about. Mick started thinking. He really wanted to meet this girl again. He had to think about what to do quickly. Y/n on the other hand was sitting on the bed hoping Mick was going to ask her on a date or something. She didn't want to seem desperate but he seemed like a sweetheart. Almost as if it was scripted, Mick spoke up. "So, this is probably not the order this is supposed to go in but would you like to maybe-" He paused. "I don't know, go out for dinner?" he said the little bit quieter. Y/n's heart softened upon the shy sounding Mick. "You're so sweet, you know that?" Mick's face grew red from her compliment. "So how's this going to work? Do you get my phone number? How do we do this?"

"I don't know honestly." He said. "Here, I'll give you my number, my instagram and we can meet some other time yeah?" Mick nodded and opened up his phone so she could type her number in. He watched her with love in his eyes as she moved her hair out of her face to avoid messing up. She looked beautiful, even when she wasn't trying. "There you go. I'll send you my Instagram later." She winked before grabbing her clothes and going to get up. "Close your eyes! I need to change." Mick grinned an dput his hand over his eyes. "I mean, I've already seen you without clothes on so." He muttered. Y/n slapped his shoulder playfully on the way by before she made her way to the bathroom to change.

Mick stared out the window to pass the time before he heard the bathroom door unlock. He turned around and saw Y/n in the clothes she was wearing last night. She smiled at him, making him smile in return before she walked up to him to bid her goodbyes. "It was lovely meeting you Mick and I can't wait to meet you again." She said, placing a kiss onto his cheek. "You and me both." He said playing with one of her fingers. "Just text when you're up to meet, okay ?" She winked. Mick nodded and watched Y/n walking out of the hotel room, leaving Mick thinking of nothing but her, not being able to wait to text her or hear her voice again.

[illicitlimerence-writes]

secret keeper | m. schumacher

pairing: mick schumacher x driver!teammate!reader word count: 2.1k words (i really wanted all of these to be short lol sorry) request: don’t think so! prompt: doing secret santa ⎯ “just tell me who got me.” from this prompt list. not my prompts, credits to the person who created it!warnings: kinda crack!fic, idk. language, really fluffy, seb being great, special appearance by the spanish speaking gang (i had to). reader speaks spanish in this. a/n: here’s day 2! i hope you like it, pls let me know what you think! reminder that my requests are closed.

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doing secret santa was the most exciting part of the year for her. it was something so silly and it made her so happy, the thought of having someone actually think deep about what they felt she’d really enjoy was a thrilling one.

something she didn’t quite like about secret santa was that first part. the secret. whilst she did like surprises, and there were only a few limited options as to who might give her something, the anticipation was too much for her. 

her teammate, mick, had made a bet with himself, to see how long it’d take her to either figure out or start interrogating everyone until they told her who her secret santa was. at first he gave it ten minutes, but he laughed to himself as he watched her.

they were doing the standard start-of-year interviews, the drivers’ goals and predictions, and the secret santa name draw. mick had already finished his, and was waiting for her so they could go and have lunch together. normally they’d wait longer to do the name draw, but last year the organizers had left it till the last minute, and they didn’t want to risk it this time. plus, they’d have a whole season ahead of them to think really well about the gift.

“okay, (y/n), i’ve got this santa hat here-” the interviewer said, showing her the hat.

“ooh, christmas in march, i like it!” she laughed.

“and in here there’s the names of the other drivers available for the gift exchange,” she nodded at the interviewer.

“i like that we’re doing this right at the start of the season,” she chuckled, grabbing the hat by the white fluff, the pom pom hanging down, “but i can assure you, more than one person will wait until the day before to get their gift,” the people around her laughed, mick did, too. “why are you laughing? did you feel called out?” she asked mick, raising an eyebrow. a camera panned to him, shaking his head at her.

“i already know what i’m going to get,”

“ooh, tell me, tell me!” she rushed to him, moving her hair away from her ear. he leaned in, presing his lips close to her ear.

“no.”

she rolled her eyes, slapping the back of his head. 

“did you get seb?” she asked walking back to the spot where she was supposed to be, where all the cameras were ready to record her. she hadn’t arrived in time to see his secret santa segment, so she’d have to find out another way.

“i’m not going to tell you!” he laughed, as the interviewer shook her head.

“you’re not supposed to tell each other, or anyone,” she clarified. 

“ugh, fine.” she laughed, “sorry,” she apologized, and placed her hand in, “wait, then he should leave! or he’ll know who i get,” she pointed an accusatory finger at him. “what if i get him?”

“someone else already got mick,” the interviewer clarified, and her shoulders slumped a little, it wasn’t a lie that the two of them were the closest friends and teammates, but she wouldn’t let that discourage her. 

“dang it, what am i going to do with all those treats i got for angie, then?” she teased, mick laughed. “so sorry, i know this is taking way longer than it should’ve. i promise i’ll focus now.” she nodded, “you can stay, just promise not to tell anyone,” she told mick, who pretended to zip his lips together.

she ran her fingers through all the folded pieces of paper, finally picking one that called to her. she unfolded it, her eyes opening wide as she read. 

“hell yes!” she skipped from one foot to the other, jumping in excitement, “i got seb!” she declared happily, showing the paper to everyone. “ha-ha!” she mocked mick, who only rolled his eyes as he laughed. the two of them were the best of friends. they grew up together, and had been teammates since they were in f3, somehow they always found their way back to each other. suddenly her eyes snapped open, “did you get me?” she gasped. mick shook his head. “did he get me?” she asked the rest of the crew behind the cameras, who only laughed at her eagerness, but didn’t answer. “fine, if you could just tell whoever got me that my favorite color is blue, that would be great, thanks!”

-

months passed and as the end of season approached, her relentlessness to know who her secret santa was came back with as much as before. this time, mick wasn’t her only victim.

it started in mexico city, when she was walking alongside charles and lando, and someone from charles’ team approached him.

“hey, charles, just to remind you that the deadline for the secret santa gift is in brazil.” he said, leaving them after that.

“you haven’t turned in your gift?” she asked, she’d done it the week before, when she was finally done packing the perfect gift for sebastian. her mentor. 

“i honestly forgot about it,” he said, lando laughed, drinking from his water bottle. something shifted in her eyes as an idea popped in her head.

“well, i could help you!” she offered, blinking slowly to gain his attention.

“really?” he asked, feeling like a weight was being lifted off his shoulders, “thanks i honestly didn’t know what to get-” he was about to say the name of his secret santa, but lando elbowed him on the ribs.

“you can’t say it!” he scolded him, chuckling at her enraged face.

“lando you ass! he was about to tell me!” she grunted, grabbing charles’ face and directing his eyes to her. “tell me charles, who’s your secret santa?”

“no! i can’t say,” he shook his head, feeling something in the pit of his stomach as her eyes narrowed. 

“did you get me? do you know who got me?” she asked, shaking his shoulders dramatically. lando laughed, charles was trying his hardest to keep a straight face. 

“no, and no!” he said, she grunted, and moved on to lando.

“do you know, norris?” she asked.

“no. i don’t know. and i didn’t get you.”

“you didn’t?” she asked, at least if he denied it she could tick him off his list.

“i don’t know,” he said, shrugging and smiling sheepishly. 

she punched his shoulder and walked away, both drivers hurried after her. 

-

finally, in abu dhabi things got a little bit sweeter. the dinner to honor sebastian was a perfect opportunity for her to really tick people off her list of suspects, up until that point the only person off her list was herself. she hadn’t made that much progress. she had to be smart about it, she couldn’t just straight up ask someone about it, much less if her friends were listening to her.

thankfully, as they were about to leave and were all gathering to take a picture, they all started talking about their agendas for the next day.

“i’m doing the secret santa thing early tomorrow, thankfully,” she heard fernando say, in spanish, he was talking to the other spanish-speakers of the grid. she thanked the stars for her stubbornness, and her parents for listening to her when she said she wanted to learn as many languages as she could. spanish, of course, french, italian, english, and german. this was her shot, and if she were alone, she would’ve grinned like the grinch. she approached them, slowly, and listened to them. “after that i’m completely free.”

“free of what?” she popped in.

“media duties,” he explained, smiling.

“ugh, i’m busy all day. i think they left my secret santa segment for last.”

“well, of course, everyone knows how much you love that thing,” checo said.

“that’s true, i know,” she chuckled. “did you guys struggle to get your gift?”

“not really, mine is an inside joke with max,” checo shrugged, the name slipping from his lips without him noticing.

“aw that’s nice,” she smiled, feeling carlos looking at her.

“i’m not going to tell you who i got.”

“why? did you get me?” she tried, but carlos shook his head.

“i don’t mind, if it will help you sleep better. i didn’t get you,” fernando admitted, she looked at him gratefully.

“see, carlos? that’s what a good friend does!” she pointed at fernando, “thank you.”

mick called her name, she excused herself and walked to him, feeling his arm around her shoulders. 

“what are you doing?” he asked accusatorily. 

“we can tick checo and fernando off my list,” she gave him a smug smile, clearly content with her work for the night.

“you’re just not letting this go are you?” he asked, amused at her stubbornness, it didn’t surprise him, he knew her like the back of his hand, but it was still nice to see her trying her hardest to figure this out.

“this all can end if you just tell me who got me.” she said, leaning her head against his shoulder as everyone else gathered around, getting ready for the group picture. 

“you’ll know tomorrow. don’t worry.” he reassured her. she sighed.

-

the next day, mick and (y/n) were like two kids, she’d wanted to watch seb open the present she got him, and had convinced mick to help her make it happen in a way that wouldn’t be so obvious. it didn’t take that much to find a way to stay and watch seb.

they just found him as they walked pass, and asked if they could stay. the lady in charge of all of the f1 media just asked them to stay quiet.

“oh, this is very nice,” seb smiled as he took out the first present, “didn’t we have like $30 limit?” he chuckled, (y/n) and mick laughed too. the last gift was a dead giveaway, a picture of her, mick, and seb. when the two young drivers were just kids, barely starting karting against each other. it was from the first time they met sebastian in a “professional” environment. “oh, well, i think i know who this is from,” he grinned, his eyes darting to the two of them, with mick confused and (y/n) with a big smile on her face. he showed the picture to the camera, a different camera panning to the two haas drivers. “judging by their faces i’d say this is from (y/n),” he guessed. 

she nodded her head, and walked to him when he opened his arms for her. they hugged each other, she was going to miss him so much. he’d always been there for her. all throughout her career and her personal life. she looked up to him, admired him and everything he worked for, what he stood for. 

“thank you, dear, i loved all of my gifts,” she smiled, proud of herself. 

“thank you for everything you’ve done for me,” 

-

after an excruciatingly long day, it was her turn to film her secret santa section.

“i really hope you add a special montage of every time i’ve risked my life, and others’, trying to figure out who got me in this gift exchange,” she only half-joked, but it helped ease the mood with everyone around. mick, as usual, was sitting next to her, on the other side of the cameras.

“we’ll make sure of it,” the f1 producer nodded, making a mental note to check all the footage. once the cameras started rolling officially, she got her signature smile on, “(y/n), welcome to the 2022 f1 secret santa. i know this is something you’ve been looking forward all year long,” she nodded her head, “i won’t make you wait much longer so, here you go,” she was handed a small box, and her first instinct was to shake it to see if it made any noise.

“i hear a faint jingling.” she said, unwrapping the blue ribbon around the black box. “it’s blue! thanks santa!” she smiled, remembering the comment she’d made about her favorite color. “oh, whoa-” her eyes widened as she saw the gift. it was a necklace, with the outline of a track hanging in the middle. “it’s spa!” she giggled, recognizing the twists and turns. “oh my god, this is so nice, i-” her eyes widened as she stared at it, a light flush had creeped its way up to her cheeks. “oh, gosh, i-” she was at a loss for words, she was expecting maybe a gift that was partly a joke, or something small. this was too much. “i don’t think i can accept this.”

“do you have any clue as to who it might be?” they asked her, she was still too shocked to think.

“no. well, i mean the only person that pops in my head that might be this thoughtful is either mick or seb, but i guess maybe charles, too? i know he’s sponsored by a jewelry company,”

“you’re so close,” they told her. 

“pierre?” she guessed, it didn’t really make sense, he didn’t know that spa was her favorite track, well, to her knowledge.

“not quite,” she sighed.

“i don’t know. i-” she turned her head, seeing mick looking at her, throughout the entire time he could feel his eyes on her, it wasn’t anything different. but she saw a faint blush on his cheeks, his ears. “oh my god. no. are you shitting me?” she asked him, directly, not even looking at the cameras. “it was you? it’s been you this entire time?” she asked. and mick couldn’t hide it anymore, he smiled, nodding. “mick!” she ran to him, he stood up as she approached him and she jumped in his arms. “thank you, i love it,” she said.

“i’m glad you liked it,” he said, suddenly becoming shy under all of the stares.

once she returned to her spot, she couldn’t wipe the grin off her face. her fingers were playing with the chain that now hung from her neck. 

“how’d you know it was mick?” they asked her.

“well, not many people know that my favorite track is spa. i mean, they probably wouldn’t think it is given my bad luck there,” she said, referring to the fiasco last year and her dnf of that year after having a great race. “and he blushes a lot,” she added, chuckling. 

they hurried the rest of the video, as she thanked him once more, this time in front of the cameras. 

-

“i should’ve known,” she said as she shook her head. “i knew there was a reason you weren’t telling me.”

“ah, well, i had to keep the secret,” he chuckled. 

“i really love this, mick, thank you. you really didn’t have to get me something so…”

“oh, you’ll just have to wait and see what i’ve got in store for christmas,” he smiled, leaving her stunned there as he kept walking.

“what do you mean? you got my gift already?!” she asked, rushing to him again.

“i don’t know,” he shrugged, “maybe,” he said as he got into the elevator.

“what is it? can you give me a clue?” she asked.

“hmm… i can just say you’re going to love it,” mick smiled, already looking forward to their christmas trip, one that could possibly change the course of their friendship, possibly changing to something more. being her secret santa wasn’t the only secret mick was keeping.

[goldsainz]

SWEET NOTHING — one shot

pairing: mick schumacher x reader

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request: “can i ask for 📀 — mick schumacher + ‘sweet nothing’ by taylor swift pretty pls” by @folkloresthings

NOTE: this was so cute to make! the iconic gracie/f1 fic is here… it’s like everyone has done a fic with her, but i haven’t, so here it is😭 (this is short and sweet, please enjoy!!)

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yourusername the grind never stops 💪

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mickfan1 they look so good

ynfan2 pls tell me new music is coming

mickschumacher I was literally playing Wordle…

⤷ yourusername but you’re so hardworking baby!!!!!!

ynfan3 i love them more than my life

ynfan4 no other couple i adore more than them

sebastianvettel Enjoy the summer break, guys! 😊❤️

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yourusername “sweet nothing” is out in all streaming platforms! this song means a lot to me, each lyric is something i feel or felt at some point.

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mickschumacher I want all your sweet nothings forever

⤷ yourusername and i want all of yours 🫶

ynfan21 CANT BELIEVE WE GOT NEW MUSIC

mickfan21 MORE MICK LOVE SONGS😭😭

ynfan22 “to you, i can admit that i’m just too soft for all of it” I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOUR

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ynfan24 i need y’all to LISTEN

mickfan22 mick you better treat her well

mickfan23 I WANT A “SWEET NOTHING” TYPE OF RELATIONSIP

mickschumacher has posted an insta story!

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mickschumacher She said yes.

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yourusername there isn’t a single universe where i’d say no

⤷ mickschumacher 🤍🤍🤍

mickfan31 HELLO??? THIS IS WHAT I WAKE UP TO???

ynfan31 glad she’s engaged to someone who truly loves her

mickfan32 their wedding vows will be so good i just know it

mercedesamgf1 The future Mr & Mrs Schumacher

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mickfan33 MY LITERAL PARENTS

mickfan34 the definition of soulmates fr

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[thatsdemko]

the ways in which mick shows you he loves you - m.schumacher

pairings: mick schumacher x reader

warnings: fluff + a singular mention of nsfw + a little headcanon but also with some scenarios!

a/n: a different way of writing😁 feedback is appreciated xx

- he gives you good morning & goodbye kisses

you’re sound asleep, head buried into the mountain of pillows you insisted on having. he can never seem to find your head in the dark, so he ends up kissing some random body part of yours good morning or goodbye. you usually can feel his lips faint against your skin, the feeling always lingers for hours. it’s how you know he’s gone or it’ll be a beautiful morning.

- “this made me think of you” text messages

the polar bear stuffed animal of the gift shop in Alaska made his heart ache, and for some reason he found himself snapping a picture of it to you.

mick💗

this made me think of you.

read at 11:50am.

and yes, he most certainly buys it to bring back for you.

- gentle touches against your back

his hand rests against your lower back, it’s almost like a ghost against your skin but you feel him right there. sometimes you lean into the touch, letting him know you want to feel him right there, but sometimes just knowing it’s there makes you feel more at peace.

- learning how to make your coffee the way you like it

he watched and studied you for months on how you like it. he watches how much sugar, cream, and milk you add to the drink, and with many trials and error he figures out how to make your perfect cup of coffee. now you ask him to do it because you just never make it like him.

- playing with your hair

it doesn’t matter if you’re laying down or seated beside him his fingers are always playing with the ends of your hair. whether it be twirling, twisting, or braiding he finds the task soothing to his own mind.

- kissing your inner thighs

his lips are soft and wet against your skin. they trail up your legs, his hand pushes your thighs apart. he loves the way your thighs squeeze around him, it makes him feel like the king of your pussy, so he always makes sure to leave a few gentle kisses against your inner thighs before diving in.

- “I don’t like this.” “do you want my food instead?”

the food you’ve been served was not how you expected it to taste. the flavor was rather bland, and the seasonings tasted off, but micks food? that looked quite delicious. you couldn’t outright tell him you wanted his food, that felt rather wrong but he knew something was up when what was on your plate was hardly touched, “something wrong?”

“I don’t like this.” you push the plate away from you, nose scrunched in disgust at even the thought of finishing it.

“do you want my food instead?”

- his hugs

whether it was a hug he needed the most or what you needed, his arms around you always made you feel safe. the way he pulled you into his chest and how they engulfed you closer to him, you knew that was his way of making you not only feel safe, but show you he loves you.

note: hi please please lmk if you like this style of writing! I would love to do more like this but if it’s not what people want then I won’t do any more! xx

[cartierre]

LE PETIT PRINCE | ms47

SOCIAL MEDIA!AU mick schumacher x fem!reader

side note: i'm so sorry the plot here is kind of non-existent and it's literally just mick being boyfriend of the month but the request has been sitting in my inbox for quite some time and i felt obligated to finally finish it because i felt bad for taking so long.

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yourusername mick keeps buying me french books and says "i can teach you french" but really he just wants to spend more time with me by translating them to me

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user1 get yourself someone like mick who keeps buying you books ⤷ user2 you make it sound like as if books are actually expensive ⤷ user3 it's the thought that counts babes

mickschumacher you really cracked the code, meine liebe (my love) ⤷ yourusername it's because i've read sherlock

user4 i'm so jealous to my core

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yourusername livres et bisous (books and kisses)

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user5 the last picture is doing things to me ⤷ user6 y/n really won at love ⤷ user7 ik i'm so jealous of her

mickschumacher mon coeur (my heart) ⤷ yourusername mon ange (my angel)

user8 they're so in love i hate it here ⤷ user9 how can someone be as lucky as y/n fr

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mickschumacher back in switzerland before travelling up to belgium!

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user10 ugh he's so boyfriend ⤷ user11 i feel so painfully single rn

user12 legit every time i see a post of y/n there are books involved ⤷ user13 she's just like me fr ⤷ user14 our little hopeless romantic

yourusername i cannot believe you laughed at me when i cried at the book's ending ⤷ mickschumacher i'm sorry ⤷ yourusername you should be! at least bobby was there to comfort me

user15 y/n crying because she got emotionally invested in her book is so real of her ⤷ user16 I'm her, she is me

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yourusername i think i've packed enough books for the upcoming race week

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mickschumacher you think? ⤷ yourusername there's never enough to read

user17 maybe she could just watch mick race instead of reading her boring books? ⤷ user18 she's at like every fucking race, let her be if she wants a time out and just enjoy some reading ⤷ user19 also what if she has social anxiety and just doesn't want to talk to many people and therefore loves to read instead?

user20 i understand her struggle of never having enough books with me on vacation ⤷ user21 like at least 50% if my luggage is filled with books and then i always buy more

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yourusername mon petit prince (my little prince)

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user22 UGH I WANT THIS SO BAD

user23 y/n learning french with the help of mick and reading le petit prince is literally the most adorable thing i've seen all week ⤷ user24 i just know mick's really patient with teaching her french ⤷ user25 i didn't even know mick speaks french ⤷ user26 he grew up in switzerland, they get taught french there

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mickschumacher ma rose🌹(my rose)

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user27 HIM CALLING HER HIS ROSE BECAUSE HE IS HER PETIT PRINCE i am deceased ⤷ user28 boyfriend of the decade

yourusername je t'aime mon petit prince (i love you my little prince) comment liked by mickschumacher ⤷ mickschumacher je t'aime aussi ma rose (i love you too my rose)

user29 this is it i'm dead, died of envy ⤷ user30 how can i live laugh love under these conditions

user31 biting my fist rn

[paddockbunny]

The Gloves are Off

Summary: Mick’s downside was he was too nice. So it falls upon you, his girlfriend, to stand up to Guenther Steiner Rating: 16+. Pairing : Mick Schumacher x Reader. Word Count : 1,212 - ONE SHOT! Trigger Warnings : 16+, NSFW implied, adult material implied, anger discussion, “bad” boss vibes, slightly toxic work environment, bad language, this isn’t explicitly an 18+ and only has a little bit of sex talk at the end Images : found on Pinterest 💕 Authors Note : again, I forgot to reply to this as a request

List : List A Prompt : 1 - “You want to kiss me so badly right now don’t you?”

You watched as your deflated boyfriend was brought back to the garage on the back of one of the safety mopeds. He had kept his helmet on the whole time as he pushed through the disappointed team members. From what you could tell it wasn’t his fault. The front left tyre locked up, he was nudged from behind by Albon and there was really nothing he could do. You were just thankful he wasn’t injured.

As a few dejected technicians and mechanics patted him on the back as if to say “hard luck” or “don’t take it too hard, it happens” you spied his Team Principle Guenther Steiner furiously charge across the pit lane from the grid wall. Mick had only just reached you and began to remove his helmet when his name was shouted. You saw the look on Mick’s face as soon as he heard Guenther call his name. To everyone - including you - Mick was Mr Nice Guy. It was how his parents had raised him. He always kept his cool, stayed calm and not once had you heard him raise his voice to anyone. You watched as his trainer took his helmet from him and he ignored his angry boss as he removed his gloves. Being a life long F1 girl you begged to see a glimmer of his father in him. Michael wouldn’t stand for being shouted at and publicly humiliated. You were always praying Mick would find his fire and his flame and bite back, just once.

But as he sheepishly turned round to face the metaphorical music you knew today wasn’t going to be that day. Instead you watched your boyfriend take the blame for something that was pretty out of his control. He remained reserved when Guenther harped on about how much the car rebuild would cost the team and how Mick needed to think of his future as his crashes were becoming more and more expensive. “You know, I need to call Gene and have words about this Mick. We might decide not to keep you next year because you cost us too much money.” And although that wasn’t Mick’s breaking point, it certainly was yours.

“No, no, no…” You moved so fast Mick couldn’t grab you in time. Guenther had already taken off back toward the pit wall and you rushed to get in front of him. You knew the cameras would catch your interaction and replay it over and over again but you didn’t care. “You can’t talk to him like that. That crash wasn’t his fault. The front left locked up and then Albon smacked into his rear. Everybody saw it. You can’t blame him for something that wasn’t his fault.” You had to shout to be heard over the noisy sound of the race happening only meters behind you. Guenther seemed shocked that you - Mick’s sweet, polite girlfriend - was having a pop at him.

“I don’t have fucking time for this. We still have one driver left in the race.” He tried to wave you off and it only frustrated you more. “Fuck you Guenther!” You hissed at him “It isn’t Mick’s job to fund this team. It’s yours and if you’re struggling to do that then maybe Gene should fire you instead.” He looked down at you and his face was a mixture of anger and pure shock. You doubted anyone had bit back at him, especially not so publicly. You knew he had something to say about how you were questioning his authority. Something like “what the fuck do you know?” was probably most accurate but regardless he was trying to hold back from making a scene in the middle of a heavily camera covered motor-race.

Mick’s hands were suddenly around your upper arms and he started pulling you back toward the garage. You had a lot more you were prepared to say to the middle aged team principle but you let Mick remove you from the situation before you could get him in anymore trouble. He practically frog marched you in the direction of his drivers room and. Glancing round at him you could tell he was unhappy and you suspected it was due more to your outburst rather than his race being ruined. You knew now you had severely overstepped and you might never be allowed back into the Haas hospitality area. Even if you did some serious ass kissing.

Mick didn’t let up on you. He pulled you the whole way till you were practically jogging to keep up with him. His hand was like iron around your wrist and it was kind of beginning to hurt. When he pushed open the door he let go of you so you would go in in front of him. You hesitated but conceded to his wishes. This was it. You were sure Mick was about to scold you, tell you you embarrassed him, and the worst thought of all, break-up with you.

You noticed how hard he was breathing. How quickly his chest was rising and falling gave it away. He had this mad look on his face but he just continued staring at you. The tension made you feel nervous and when you felt nervous you ended up giggling or saying something stupid. This moment was no exception. “You want to kiss me so badly right now, don’t you?” You scoffed playfully. Never did you think you were so right on the money.

“Yes.” He practically lunged at you. He cross the space between your bodies so quickly you didn’t have time to register what was going on. Mick’s hands were either side of your face holding you where he wanted you as he roughly smacked his lips to yours. Mick was the possessive type - in private - and incredibly passionate yet this still took your breath away. The way he kissed you so roughly, his tongue dominating yours effortlessly had you vibrating with anticipation. The adrenaline from yelling at his boss only minutes ago was being replaced by a pure pleasurable thrill from his wild side coming out. As he pushed you back against the door to his drivers room you gripped hold of his race suit. The white material rippling in your hands. You loved him in his uniform but you liked him in his fireproofs even more so you wasted little time pulling down the zipper for him. His hands roamed from your cheeks. They trailed languidly down your back before he tore them away to remove his arms from his suit. His lips also removed from yours and it was in that moment you needed verbal confirmation to what you mentally already knew.

“Do you wanna fuck?” You we’re gasping. Mick had stolen all the air in your lungs. “Yeah.” He nodded once, as it it were already obvious to you and you suddenly admired the fire bubbling away inside the man in front of you. He might not have been the type to get angry and frustrated in public but in private he could switch quicker and harder than anyone you had ever met. He might have been angry with how you handled things but evidently his horniness was a far more important matter that needed attention first. And you were more than willing to oblige him.

[thisismeracing]

Could you please make a quick blurb with this smut prompt (thought it was so mick-coded): ❛ you're mine, and i take care of what belongs to me. ❜

I think the prompt was supposed to be about jealous!dom!mick, but I went with something a bit different (mick caught yn touching herself) that still fit into it. Hopefully, it's good!

Here you go! I hope you guys like it! Don't forget to reblog and leave me an ask/comment. *mwah*

word count: 0.8k

pairing: mick schumacher x reader (she/her pronouns)

warnings: +18; mentions of sex; graphic description of masturbation and oral sex (fem receiving); not proofread; Minors DNI!

The buzz of the vibrator and your low whines were the only sound between the four walls of the room. The curtains were drawn shut halfway, casting just the perfect lighting inside. Yn pressed the little bullet harder on her clit, frustrated with how it did not seem enough for her body. She missed Mick. 

She needed Mick. 

But Yn wouldn’t come between him and racing. She knew he needed to train and do rounds and rounds of stuff though it was not race week. And if she asked, he would part himself in ten pieces so she could have one, but Yn did not want to burden him. She would never purposefully make him feel guilty for following his dreams, especially because Schumacher wasn’t anything but supportive of hers as well.

“Fuck,” she whispered, furiously adding two fingers into her slick hole in an attempt to feed her desires. 

Just when Yn was about to curse again the bedroom door opened, and Mick arched his brows watching his girlfriend scramble with the sheets to cover herself. 

“What are you doing, Liebe?” 

She stared at his gym clothes, he was probably about to leave. It was a bit earlier than usual, and that caught her off guard too. 

“I- uhm… nothing.” Yn faked a smile.

“That does not look like nothing to be,” he shot back. “You were touching yourself,” Mick pointed, smirking, “and you sound frustrated.”

Yn huffed, puffing her cheeks “Well, I am frustrated!! Neither this freaking toy nor my fingers seem to work.”

“Why didn't you just tell me so I could help you?”

Mick marches inside, throwing his shirt on the ground and lying on his stomach in front of Yn.

“Micky, you have training now. I don't wanna bug you.”

And then it draws to him. Mick realizes that maybe their schedule crashes weren’t working as he thought they did. Maybe Yn was feeling neglected. And though he too missed her and missed sex, he was so used to the rushing and hurrying pace of his life that he didn't stop to think too much about it.

“Look at me,” he got on top of her. 

Yn sighed and turned her face to his.

“You would never ever burden or bug me, you know it, Schatzi. What is it I always tell you?”

“If you need anything, and I mean anything, you tell me” Yn mocks, trying to sound like him and Mick chuckles at her sassyness.

“Now, drop these sheets, open your legs, and let me do my job” She starts to protest but Mick puts a finger on her lips. “You’re mine, and I take care of what belongs to me. Let me do my job,” he mumbles against the skin of her neck.

Yn whines before lacing her hands on Mick’s neck and bringing his lips to hers. His fingers wander to the inside of the shirt she’s wearing, his shirt, and he pushes it up enough to expose her naked chest. Mick gives Yn one last peck on the lips before trailing his kisses down her body. He plays with her boobs for a second, squeezing, biting, and licking them, before finally reaching her pussy.

She’s slick with wetness from her previous attempts to cum, and Mick hums in appreciation. He grabs the little bullet toy, turns it on, and brings it to her clit before kissing the inside of her thighs. That was just what she was doing before: rubbing the damn thing on her perky nub, but for some reason, when Mick does it it causes a whole different reaction. It’s like her body knows exactly what's coming, or rather who’s coming. 

Mick dips his head to her pussy and licks a stripe. He smirks at Yn’s body response and dives in adding two fingers inside her. They pass between her walls easily and he keeps his ministrations, kissing wherever his mouth reaches, fucking Yn with his fingers and rubbing her vibrator to her clit. 

“I’m so sorry I neglected you, babe,” he’s whispering and it only draws to Yn that he’s talking to her pussy when he states it looking into her eyes and says so. “I’m apologizing to her, I can’t believe we let her go so long without an orgasm.”

Yn closes her eyes and moves her hips up, torn between chuckling at Mick’s antics and cumming on the spot because holy fuck that was hot. 

“Such a pretty pussy, I’m gonna give what it deserves,” he states before adding another finger and raising the vibrations. It doesn’t take long for Yn to cum, and of course, Mick wasn’t satisfied with only one. He wanted to make up for the lost time, that meant she would cum at least three more times. 

― ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL: I had to refrain myself from making it bigger than what it was supposed to be lol but I hope you guys like it anyway!! Reblogs and asks are my fav form of support, make sure to leave them, every time you do a love fairy is born somewhere hihih

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