#patricio o'ward x you

[vivwritesfics]

So my love

Reader marking up one fo the drivers ( die to that I sent you or lando)

Which said driver fucking lives and is just giving NP fucks about it when people point them out or see them

Maybe include some more on how they g these types of marks 👹👹🫶

warnings: smut, marking, riding

more requests pls im in a mood :)

With Pato, it was a pre, during, and post sex thing. Pato loved marking. He loved sinking his teeth (gently) into her flesh, or gently sucking on it, leaving a tapestry of dark marks.

When she rode him, moans leaving her lips as he wrapped his lips around her nipple. Even when she began to struggle, falling against his chest, Pato grabbed her thighs, held her up and began moving his hips beneath her.

At that point he threw his head back, relishing in the way she squeezed around him. When she came and squeezed him, he came into the condom and pulled out of her.

Pato laid her down onto the paid, pulled off the condom and deposited it in the bin. He crawled into bed beside her and pulled the blankets over their sweaty body.

"We should shower," she whispered, her hand against his chest.

The smile Pato wore was his signature one. He kissed her forehead. "Just lay with me for a few more minutes."

She gave in, pressing her lips to his collarbone as he squeezed his arms around her. But soon her kisses to his collarbone turned to sucking, creating purple marks on his skin that she was incredibly proud of.

"Don't forget the neck, baby," he said, pushing his hair out of his face.

She was only happy to oblige. She kissed along his skin until he got to her neck.

Here was the thing with Pato, he loved wearing her marks like a necklace. On camera he'd move the neck of his fireproofs to the side to reveal them.

As she sucked large, dark bruises into his skin, Pato knew he was going to wear them with pride. He was going to show them off to whoever would look

(kinda like that tiktok trend, the 'i like it when people ask about this thing bc i get to talk about you' lol -- pato loves talking about his girl)

[the-offside-rule]

Patricio O'Ward (Arrow McLaren) - Taste Of Home

Requested: yes

Prompt: Y/n is the youngest Leclerc and is missing home so Pato brings home to her

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff

Y/n sighed as she leaned back on the couch in the house she now shared with her boyfriend, Pato. It had been an exciting move, leaving behind her life in Monaco to support Pato in his IndyCar career, but tonight, the homesickness gnawed at her more than usual. The city was bustling, yet felt so different from the cozy streets of Monte Carlo, and she missed the warmth of home, the chatter of her brothers, and the comfort of her mother’s cooking. Pato turned his attention away from the TV as he heard his girlfriend moving beside him, noticing the way she was staring blankly at her laptop, her mind far away.

“You okay, mi amor?” Pato asked, his hand strokingher knee. His dark eyes were full of concern. “Yeah, I’m fine." Y/n smiled softly, though her tone betrayed her. "Just missing home tonight, I guess." Pato shifted, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close. "What do you miss most? Besides Charles making fun of you?" Y/n chuckled at that, leaning her head on Pato's shoulder. “Everything, really. Charles, Lorenzo, Arthur. My mom's carbonara, and just being surrounded by family. It was weird being the youngest sometimes, but they always made me feel you know, like I belonged.” Pato's soft smile turned to a flat line, thinking of what he could do.

“Tell me a story,” Pato suggested, wanting to cheer her up. “About you and your brothers.” She thought for a moment, her face softening as memories surfaced. “Okay, I’ve got one. So, when I was about seven, Charles and Arthur thought it’d be funny to teach me how to ride a bike. But they didn’t tell me how to brake properly." Pato laughed. "That sounds like a disaster waiting to happen."

“Oh, it was." Y/n nodded with a smile. "I rode straight into our neighbor’s garden and crashed into her rose bushes. I was crying, covered in thorns, and instead of comforting me, Charles was laughing so hard he was practically rolling on the floor. Arthur was trying to hide so he wouldn’t get in trouble. But Lorenzo, being the responsible big brother, came and pulled me out of the bushes, all while giving Charles and Arthur a lecture.” Pato shook his head with a grin. “So Charles was always a troublemaker?”

“Always.” Y/n confirmed with a fond laugh. “But he had his moments where he was sweet too. He’s protective, you know? When I went to my first school dance, he grilled the poor boy who asked me to be his date. Charles practically had the poor guy sweating.” Pato laughed louder this time. "Yeah, that sounds like him. Protective older brother mode.” Y/n had loosened up a bit, reminiscing on the past she had in Monaco. “Yep. And Arthur’s no better. Honestly, they all think I need constant watching.” Y/n yawned softly, her tiredness creeping in after a long day at university. “I miss them, though.”

“I know you do.” Pato said, kissing her temple softly. "You should get some rest. It's been a long day, amor." Y/n looked at the time on her laptop. "Yeah, I think I will.” Y/n stood up, stretching. “I’ll head to bed. I’ve got an early class tomorrow.” Pato smiled as she leaned down and placed a delicate kiss onto his lips. “Goodnight, mi amor. I love you.”

“Love you too, Pato.” Y/n smiled before turning and heading for the stairs. As soon as the door closed, Pato pulled out his phone, an idea sparking in his mind. He scrolled through his contacts until he found Charles’ number and sent a message.

Pato Hey man, quick question. Y/n’s feeling really homesick tonight and I was thinking… can you send me your family’s carbonara recipe? I want to surprise her tomorrow.

Pato stared at his phone, unsure if Charles would respond quickly. But within moments, his screen lit up with a reply.

Charles Hey, mate. Of course, I’ll send it over. You trying to impress my sister with your cooking? 😂

Pato Haha, yeah, something like that. She told me she misses your mom’s carbonara, so I thought it might help.

Charles Give me a second, I’ll write it down for you.

A minute later, Charles sent over a series of detailed instructions, with a few extra tips for making sure the dish turned out just right. Pato read through the messages carefully, determined to get it perfect.

Charles And don’t overcook the pasta! I swear, if you serve it mushy, Y/n will never let you live it down.

Pato Haha, I’ll do my best. Thanks, man.

With the recipe in hand, Pato felt a surge of excitement. He could picture Y/n’s face lighting up when she came home to find a taste of Monaco waiting for her.

The next day, after Y/n left for her morning classes, Pato got to work. He drove to the store, carefully selecting only the best ingredients for the pasta dish. He came home, cleaned up a bit and set to work cooking. No one said it would be easy and it certainly wasn't for such a simple dish. He followed Charles’ recipe to the letter, carefully whisking the eggs and cheese together, cooking the pancetta until it was crisp, and boiling the pasta to al dente perfection. His kitchen was soon filled with the comforting smell of home-cooked food, and he couldn’t help but feel proud of himself for pulling it off. Pato had managed to spill sowm egg here and there, a bit of sliced guanciale on the floor (nothing Norbi couldn't help with), but he got there. He had done it. He had to admit, he ate a bowl or two whilst waiting for Y/n to get back.

Just as he was plating the carbonara, he heard the front door open. Y/n walked in, looking exhausted but surprised when she caught the scent wafting through the apartment. “Oh that smells delicious! Pato, what are you cooking?” She asked, setting her bag down. Pato turned to her with a grin, holding up two plates of the golden, creamy pasta. “Surprise! I made your family’s carbonara.” Her eyes widened, and her heart melted instantly. “You what?”

“I called Charles and got the recipe,” Pato explained, walking over to hand her a plate. “I know you’ve been homesick, and I wanted to bring a little bit of home here for you.” Y/n stared at him, her eyes soft with emotion. “Pato this is amazing. You didn’t have to do all this.” She smiled, her hand caressing his cheek. “I wanted to,” Pato said, his voice gentle. “You mean the world to me, Y/n. I want you to feel at home, even here.” She smiled, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, and took a bite. “This is perfect,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. “It tastes just like home.” Pato sat down beside her, watching as she ate with a soft smile. “I’m glad you like it.” Y/n leaned over and kissed his cheek. “I love it. And I love you.”

“I love you too,” Pato whispered, feeling a wave of warmth and contentment wash over him. He’d brought a piece of Monaco to Miami, and in that moment, it felt like home; because Y/n was with him.

[forzaferraris]

PUPPY LOVE — po5

pairing: patricio o'ward x stella! reader summary: in which the dog got your attention first but the boy keeps you forever. warnings: tooth rotting fluff, sexual innuendos, inaccurate timeline of events, reader doesn't know much about indycar, arrow mclaren when i catch you arrow mclaren, pato and his fascination with calling reader hermosa, references to the art that is bax lurmans romeo + juliet film, love blooms in abu dhabi and blossoms further in miami. style: social media file faceclaim: isabllemathersx on instagram, however you can picture her as whoever you please authors note: trying a new formatting approach for fics with this one. this is fic number 2/3 of my 3 fanfic options i posted earlier. sorry if this is a little ooc for pato, i also original had thi based this instead of meeting at indycar but instead they meet at the 2023 abu dhabi grand prix instead ! add yourself to my taglist !

WELCOME TO YOU'VE GOT MAIL . . . find a match today !

would you like to send a message? YES / NO

you: what's your dogs name, right now >:( pato: his name is norbi why are you on a dating app? surely finding love isn't all that difficult for you? you: originally i did it to entertain my girls' group chat, but after every loser i've tried to meet "naturally" ultimately fumbling the bad so disrespectfully, why not take this dating app stuff a bit more seriously 🤷🏻‍♀️ pato: what are you even doing in abu dhabi anyway? you: how do you know im in abu dhabi? pato: this app is location-based, you wouldn't have been able to match with me if you weren't in the same location as me, plus you just confirmed it with that question. . . . seen 3 minutes ago

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seen by racerbia, francisca.cgomes and 12,3009 others [ caption one: why did i say yes to coming to abu dhabi, shit is fucking hot ] [ caption two: abu dhabi gp, i'm here to make you my bitch ] [ caption three: your favourite duo back to cause trouble @/racerbia ] view more story replies . . . landonorris baby stella in the building ! ⤷ ynstella baby? lando norris i'm older than you ⤷ landonorris by like three whole months >:( ⤷ ynstella L + ratio + wrong + get a job + unfunny + you fell off + never liked you anyway + cope ⤷ ynstella im gonna curse the race, are we prepared for max verstappen 3x wdc ! ⤷ landonorris i'm literally going to to dob on you, you're being so mean rn >:( ⤷ ynstella you dirty little dibber dobber cindy !

alexandrasaintmleux prettiest girl <3 ⤷ ynstella says you i'm gonna smooch your face on that podium cmere mwah mwah mwah kissy kissy ⤷ alexandrasaintmleux stop got me blushing, charles it looking at me weird ⤷ ynstella he doesn't have to know baby girl x

francisca.cgomes you're so hot, if dating app hottie doesn't pull you i might ! ⤷ ynstella i'm blushing, flirting with the enemy, whatever will my dad think ⤷ francisca.cgomes babe it's a modern day romeo + juliet, but the baz lurhman edition. ⤷ ynstella who is who in this situation? oscarpiastri lando said stop being mean to him on social media ⤷ ynstella lando give oscar his phone back

racerbia we r so cute, i luv us !

pooknation groupchat . . .

instagram dms between ynstella and patriciooward . . .

ynstella has posted . . .

liked by mclaren, oscarpiastri, francisca.cgomes, alexandrasaintmleux and 88,340 others ynstella abu dhabi, i came i saw and max verstappen concurred !

view more . . mclaren our own resident mclaren girl will always post about redbull and not mclaren ⤷ ynstella i'd post oscar but lando is somehow always in the background of the pictures i take, i'm not having lando on my account 🙅🏻‍♀️ ⤷ landonorris can i go one day without you publicly hating me ⤷ ynstella when you get a race win next season pooh bear x username pooh bear? is lando the man she's trying to soft launch? not actually enemies but enemies to lovers?? ⤷ ynstella good lord no. lando norris wishes he could have a chance with me ⤷ landonorris disgusting don't put words in my mouth. you wish you're the one wishing you could have a chance with me ⤷ oscarpiastri nurse, they're back at it again francisca.cgomes i need more of this soft launch shit. it's like a drug to me post more. im foaming at the mouth. ⤷ ynstella can i hard launch our relationship instead ⤷ pierregasly nah bc i am literally right here man ⤷ ynstella get out of my comments with my gf pear

username are we ignoring that y/n is soft launching a man, rue, when was this? ⤷ username recently it seems ⤷ username shocked. i wonder what her dad thinks ?? ⤷ ynstella not that its any of your business, but my dad's actually quite charmed with him x

patriciooward has posted . . . 📍 abu dhabi , united arab emirates

liked by arrowmclaren, elbaoward, racerbia and 63,001 others patriciooward what a weekend, cya next year !

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username there's one too many soft launch pictures in this race weekend dump ⤷ username ladies we've lost another one ⤷ username all men are the same. breaking my heart elbaoward since when did "have a good time in abu dhabi" mean somehow get someone to soft launch? ⤷ patriciooward the just a silly lil guy rizz worked unfortunately ⤷ elbaoward i doubt that, so much.

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[ caption one: where to next 🛫 ] [ caption two: mother hood looks good on me ] [ caption three: boyfriend reveal ]

francisca.cgomes i can't believe i'm in love with a MILF ! ⤷ ynstella i want you so bad 😩 ⤷ francisca.cgomes lets kiss rn before our boyfriends see

alexandrasaintmleux i think norbi is cute enough to convince charles that we need to get a dog ⤷ ynstella ugh i hate when you mention that man >:( how come WE can't get a dog together ⤷ alexandrasaintmleux my love because you are a capulet and i am a montague </3 ⤷ ynstella as long as lando is the character that dies first i'd happily performe shakespeare with y'all

landonorris this is insane, my brain can't keep up with the events that are unfolding right in front of me ⤷ ynstella pook i think that's both a you issue and a skill issue, double homicide. ⤷ landonorris oh so you hate me again ⤷ ynstella i never stopped, if you have 0 haters i've died <3

patriciooward te mo hermosa ⤷ ynstella shut up, don't tell me you love me over text, that's so foul ⤷ patriciooward i've been telling you i love you for two months now </3 ⤷ ynstella oh shit, i forgot to buy you an anniversary gift </3 ⤷ patriciooward oh hermosa, what am i going to do with you ⤷ ynstella well when you word it like that . . . i could think of a few things

patriciooward and ynstella just posted to their stories . . .

seen by arrowmclaren, racerbia, francisca.cgomes and 22,010 others [ caption one: feliz aniversario (happy anniversary) ] [ caption two: happy 2 months ! feliz aniversario ] [ caption three: came for the dog. stayed for the owner <3 ]

mclaren happy anniversary ! ⤷ ynstella thanks admin, love u so big x

ynstella i adore you, ⤷ patriciooward te adoro mas, hermosa ⤷ ynstella happiest with you in my life i fear ⤷ patriciooward good, i don't plan on going anywhere

authors note: abu dhabi 2023, you are so special to me <3 please enjoy this little pato o'ward fanfic. praying, manifesting the tags let me post this and doesn't shadowban me sobbing crying throwing up

[dolene]

LOVE LANGUAGES!

pairing: pato’o ward x reader

summary: pato is a passionate man in loving. so why don't we dive deeper into his love life with his girlfriend with the list of his favorite love languages.

author's note: i'm literally BLUSHING when i saw the video and halfway writing this like whaaat, he knows what he's doing with his words over ladies. i'm sure.

♪ listening to: love language - ariana grande

PHYSICAL TOUCH

“big spoon or little spoon?”

there was silence before he answered in a low voice. “little spoon,” he laughed.

... pato likes to hug you when you sleep, it has become a habit for the both of you when you're sleeping and there's pato hugging you from behind and spooning you.

he usually is a proud big spoon-er like usual, but his behavior lately got you wondering: what is happening to him?

“can i be there?” he said one day as he's spooning you, making you arch your brow in confusion.

“be where?” but before you can even question further, he flipped you over, so you face his back, making him the small spoon instead of you.

“baby!” you laughed as pato quickly grabbing your hands to hug him from behind. “i like this. it's warm.” he dug his face to the pillow.

You tightened your hug on him while making yourself comfortable being a big spoon and hugging him from behind. “you're right, i think i might liked this one too.” you mumbled, kissing the back of his neck.

SQUEEZING YOUR HAND THREE TIMES

... everytime when you were with him, you're always holding his hand.

no matter what occasion you're in, you're always holding his. it's now becoming a habit when you're with him as when you hold his hand, and he's holding your hand.

you and pato have a habit where the both you will hold each other's hands and give them three squeezes to sign love.

“i love you,” he squeezes your hand when you're crossing the streets.

you smiled and squeezed his hand back, “i love you too.”

FOREHEAD KISSES

... forehead kisses is his favorite kiss of all. but not that he's going to say no to the any other one, but his forehead kiss to you is so far going to be his favorite to do.

not only because it's a simple gestures to express his love, gratitude and appreciation, but also it's his common act for saying ‘thank you’, ‘i miss you’, and even ‘i love you.’

and for that one time after he's winning the race, he's quickly to open his balaclava and ear protection, and only to come and approach you afterwards in the garage.

“congratulations for your win, honey, you deserve it!” you squeals, hugging him tight right after you see him entering the garage. “aw, thank you, cielo.” he kissed your forehead after the hug was ended. earning a bunch ‘aww’s from the mechanics and staffs, including david who's the one just entered and watched the whole moment.

“that's really sweet, you guys,” one of the mechanic said and he smiled as he embraced you to his side, kissing the side of your head soon after.

BREAKFAST IN BED

... serving breakfast in bed to you is a must-do activity to spent with you (or for you) during his break. it doesn't always have to be on weekends, but on some occasions, breakfast in bed is something that he likes to do to fill his time when he's off racing.

and in some point in every morning, he's always serving you a warm delicious breakfast to enjoy in the morning with his company.

“wake up, princess, i got you something special.” he whispered to your ear as the delicious smells going through your nostrils and immediately wake you up.

so you woke up with a tray of a delicious stake of pancakes, a bowl of mixed fruits, and a mineral water to hydrate you after you wake up. it's literally the perfect way to wake up in the morning.

“thank you, honey.” you kissed his cheek as he giving you the glass of water for you to take. “you're welcome, cielo.”

GIFT GIVING (& SURPRISING YOU WITH IT)

... not only physical and some romantic gestures, pato also likes to buy you gifts. no matter how expensive it is, he's always buying you something that you want. or not.

“happy anniversary, darling girl.” he said while carrying a gift bag in his hand. “but it's not... our anniversary just yet,” you stuttered, not at all expecting what he was planning.

"i know, but open it. this is my gift to you.” he kissed your lips afterward, making you even more curious about what he was gifting you. you took out the contents of the bag, the box, and finally a cloth wrapper through it and leaving his eyes looking sparkling, definitely waiting for your reaction for it.

you gasped as you revealed the real content of the box, “a serpenti tubogas bvlgari watch? where did you get this?” he giggled when he saw the look on your face. "how about it, that's good, right?"

"good?! i love it! how did you know i wanted this for so long?” your voice high as you're squealing, your face lighting up with joy, but he just smiled, "i definitely know." he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead once more, then to your lips.

“i love you so fucking much, patricio. i can't wait to see the more of you” you started to interrupt the kiss, which was only answered with a playful groans from him, making you giggle. “i love you too, y/n.” he whispered to your lips as he resumed the kiss who will turned into something more.

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QUALITY TIME

... last but not least of his usual routine for everyday is to spending time with you for whatever reason it is.

it can be just for going to the gym, running, watching netflix, doing a self care together, shopping, playing with his dogs or go to the fashion week together, that's all in.

but not only that, he also often does other activities with you, such as cooking his favorite food in his kitchen, or pretending to be a chef, for example;

“oh yes, mister patricio, get me a pinch of salt, please.” You spoke like an Italian chef cooking pasta, making him laugh out loud when he heard you speak with that accent.

“i'll get it right away, my cooking partner.” he responded by speaking with the same accent as you.

“no, i am a chef (🤌), mister patricio.” you said making the hand gesture at him, making him laugh harder and then ended up coughing because of his loud laugh.

“that's brilliant! ah, i've never heard you saying things like this before. that's really funny.”

“so where's the salt, mister patrici—”

“let's get back to normal shall we?”

requested by anonymous: Heyy, have you seen Patos valentines day video on insta? could you maybe write something about his love language being physical touch and him being little spoon? Thank you!!

heyy!! i am so in love with patos valentines day video, could you maybe write something about his love language being physical touch and him being little spoon? <3

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[viennakarma]

Everybody wants a taste

Pato O’Ward x Reader

Summary: Pato knows better than to push you, but sometimes he does. The punishment is bad, but sometimes he can count on you to be merciful.

Word count: 2.3k

Tags: female!reader, established relationship, smut, +18, porn with very little plot, Dom!reader, Sub!pato, rough sex, slapping, biting, praise kink, degradation kink, jealous!reader, possessive!reader, brief aftercare, not beta read

Relationship: Pato O'ward x Reader

Note: This is a birthday oneshot for my best friend Sophia, who loves to lurk around in my blog (and she thinks I don't know what her user is)! Happiest birthday, Sophia! I love you, thank you for being my friend. [o que você não me pede sorrindo que eu não faço chorando? eu avisei que o tempo ia me inocentar, hehe]

If you are pato o'ward and is seeing this, LEAVE!

“Strike one,” you mumbled close to Pato’s ear as you watched him perk up to your voice. His hold on a champagne flute shook minimally but you knew he heard you and understood the warning in your voice.

Pato had been more socially involved in tonight’s party. Which usually wouldn’t really bother you too much, but when there were at least three random women openly flirting with him, and he didn’t do anything to stop it, it really got on your nerves. And he knew the only one getting punished for it is himself.

You left him alone and went to the bar, asking for a new mojito, but your eyes were trained on Pato on the other side of the room. He was aware of you too, the flush on his cheeks you knew was a reflection of your power over him.

He kept talking with the same women who were flirting with him before. You mentally gave him ten more minutes to pack up the conversation and come to you. When he didn’t, you raised your hand and showed him the number two.

Strike two.

He gulped, saying something to the women and scurrying away from them. He started walking up to you, but he was halfway through when one of the women stopped him standing in front of him and running a hand up and down his chest. It was only a couple of seconds, and Pato quickly held her wrist, told her off and kept walking up to you.

You sipped your drink, seeing the uncertainty in his eyes when he finally stopped in front of you.

“Strike three, Patricio,” you said with a saccharine smile and he shook his head.

“You saw that- she came onto me! I didn’t do anything!”

“Had you stopped her way before, none of it would’ve happened.”

“But she-”

You held a finger up, and he silenced. After finishing your mojito, you set it down and took Pato’s hand, walking away. He followed you into the taxi, and quietly sat down on the way home. You absentmindedly held a hand on his thigh. Pato tried to not to squirm, knowing that you were pretty pissed at his little stunt. You were the jealous type, and when he was feeling a little adventurous, he’d go out of his way to get a rise of you, but tonight had not been his intention to piss you off and risk not being allowed to cum, as you knew it was the one punishment he didn’t enjoy fully.

At home, you two removed your coats, and you sat on the sofa, seemingly relaxing against the cushions. Maybe you were in a good enough mood to not punish him.

“Can I take off your heels?” Pato offered, kneeling by your feet. You arched an eyebrow but offered your foot. He unlatched the straps of your heels, and you sighed as he massaged each of your feet softly.

Pato stood up and went into the kitchen, coming back with a glass of water that you almost chugged down, he knew you always got thirsty after nights out. But you knew better, you knew he was trying to butter you up after hitting three strikes at the party. You opened your arms, and he fell face first into your chest, nuzzling his face on the low cut of your dress. You scratched up and down his back, and he practically purred into you, melting.

“Let’s go to the bedroom, baby,” you muttered and he just stood up, carrying you into the bedroom.

He only stopped when he placed you on the floor by the bed. You linked both arms around his neck, tiptoeing to kiss him on the lips. Pato’s hands circled your waist, and he palmed your ass just as you deepened the kiss, opening your mouth and feeling him sighing into your lips. You kissed down his jaw, then you held his face, kissing down his neck, biting softly. He melted, and you tightened your hold on his jaw.

“You think I don’t know you’re trying to evade your punishment? Being a good boy now won’t spare you,” you bit harder on his neck, and he groaned out loud, “take your clothes off and get on the bed. Boxers stay on.”

He whined because he knew his boxers only came out if he were to cum, and right now, he wouldn't. You went into the closet and got a pair of leather handcuffs, a collar and a crop. You took your clothes off, staying only with panties on. When you went back, he was laying on the bed, as instructed. As soon as he saw the handcuffs, he put both hands up so you could tie him to the headboard, you knelt beside him, placing the cuffs and then, the collar around his thick neck.

You sat on his lap, only two layers of fabric between your cunt and him. Leaning down, you kissed him hard, devouring him, sucking his tongue, biting his lower lip, nipping at his chin. You grounded your hips on his, moaning at the feel of his erection under you.

“I’m using you tonight, baby,” you told him, moving your hips up and down his covered cock, “be good, and maybe you get a reward in the end, yes?”

“Yes, please,” he moaned, bucking his hips up, into you. You sighed, slapping his face, not very hard just as a warning, but he smiled at you, all sweet and innocent. So you slapped him again, his face flush and he bit back a smile.

You scooted back until you were between his legs, running your hands up and down his muscly thighs. You leaned down, fully mouthing at his cock over his boxers, and he moaned pathetically. Letting your saliva drip down onto the fabric, you fully sucked on him, wetting him all over and making a mess.

“Ah, please, please, love-” He moaned out loud, trying to control his hips, shaking.

“I’m sorry? Did you say something?” You stopped, and he whined, shaking his head no.

You ran your nails up and down his chest, and his breath hitched. You kissed his chest, then you bit down on his skin until a red mark was left. Pato loved pain, he was so turned on whenever you marked his skin out of possessiveness. You knew he would never go for someone else, but a jealous part of you was satisfied that if he ever did, there would be bite marks and hickeys all over his chest to let anyone know who Pato belonged to.

You quickly stood up so you could remove your damp panties. On top of him again, you scooted over, until you had a knee on each side of his head, and the motherfucker smiled wildly as soon as he realized what you were doing.

He welcomed your cunt with an open mouth as you sat on his face, his tongue lapping up at your folds up and down. As a motorsports driver, he had great head and neck control, so you could fully sit on his face and he would be fine.

You moaned, holding on the headboard for balance. He sucked you as if he was making out with your cunt, and you quickly built up to your orgasm. You were so close that you started to ride his face full force, one hand on his head, pulling his hair as you rode him, his stubble was a good kind of pain against your sensitive skin.

When he fully sucked your clit, you were a goner. Moaning and writhing until that shaky haze left your body after you fully rode out your orgasm.

“Ah, baby! You’re such a good boy making me cum,” you said, moving from his head, looking at the complete mess you made of his face.

You held his face and kissed him, tasting yourself and he moaned into your mouth when he felt your hand cupping him over his boxers.

“What is your color?” You asked, breaking the kiss with a string of saliva between your lips.

“Green, baby. Please, please!” His hands bucked against the handcuffs. You hummed and squeezed his cock harder, his boxers wet with both your saliva and his precum.

“I’m not sure if you deserve anything good today, honey” you reached for the crop, hitting Pato’s thighs with it, and he squirmed.

“I’ll be good, mami. I promise I’ll be so good for you!” He pleaded, sweat coating his forehead and the bite marks already showing up purple all over his chest.

You pulled at his boxers, finally setting his cock free, and he moaned at the possibilities. Leaning down, you spit over his cock, not that he really needed, he had leaked so much precum already. You wrapped a hand around his girth, pumping him torturously slow, up and down. You watched his face contort into pain and pleasure, and he tried his best to not fuck into your hand. He failed, so you gripped the crop and hit each side of his face with it. Pato kept moaning and whispering his begging words.

Finally, you let go of the crop, got on his lap and lined up his cock into your entrance. He looked down, all hopeful.

“If you cum without my permission, you will regret it, Patricio.” Your voice was serious, and he nodded in agreement. You reached for his face and slapped him, and he groaned as you placed his cockhead into your warm cunt, “answer, me.”

“Yes, yes, yes! I won’t cum- cum without your permission, mami!” He nodded.

You sunk into him, at once and you felt so full you needed a moment. His eyes rolled back at the feel of your tight, warm cunt. You placed both hands over his chest for balance, then you started riding him, slow at first, up and down with your wetness coating his length. You were going slow, but so hard that he hit that one spot inside you that had you shaking with desire, the knot in your core tightening up before release.

Both of you were moaning obscenely loud, your falling on your face as your muscles started to strain from the movements.

“Ah, mami, please let me cum! I’m so close!”

“Hold it,” you told him, not stopping.

“I can’t! Feels too good- fuck- ah, I can’t-”

You pulled him out, scooting forward on his abdomen and away from his cock as he cried out, so close to his release.

“I told you not to. I’m going to touch myself and make me cum, and you won’t get any release today,” you threatened. He whined.

“No, no, I’ll be good! I won’t cum until you say so, please. Please let me fill you up!”

You chuckled at his eagerness, and you went back, spearing yourself on him once again. Tired of games, you started riding him, fast and hard, pounding both of you on the bed. Running your hands up and down your body, you pinched your nipples and rubbed your clit, until it had you cumming hard on his cock, your cunt clenching so hard on him that Pato thought he was going to pass out trying to hold back his own orgasm. He managed to resist the warm embrace of your cunt pulsing through your high, letting your moans fill the room and you recover from your own orgasm.

“You’re good, baby, so so good holding back f’me,” you said, breathless, “got your first reward.”

You leaned to the headboard, your tits pressing over his face, and uncuffed his wrists, massaging softly with your hands.

“Can I touch you?” His eyes shone like a boy in the park.

“Yes, baby,” you placed his hands on your hips, and started riding him again.

You kept the rhythm from before, snapping your hips, now with the aid of his own hands. It didn’t take much for him to start stuttering, his moans louder by the second.

“I’m sorry, so so sorry! I’m sorry-” Pato said between groans as his hips started bucking into yours.

“It’s ok, baby. You can cum,” you finally allowed him, pulling on his collar to choke him a little bit.

“Thank you, mami. Thank you, thank you!”

He came with a loud groan, his eyes rolling back and his grip on your hips bruising as he twitched inside you, and you clenched around his cock, milking him within an inch of his life. He was all flushed and fucked out, his face sweaty, rosy lips, teary eyed with his pupils blown wide. One of your favorite versions of him. You plopped on his chest, both of you panting and worn down.

You cuddled for a little while, then you managed to get Pato into the bathroom for a warm and quick shower to clean the two of you. He washed you and you washed him, softly and with much affection as always. Aftercare was such an intimate moment between you, always checking with each other if everything was alright. You ran a hand through his hair, down his back, up to his shoulders, and he sighed contently as you ran your hand down his chest. Before leaving the shower, he hugged you, kissing your head and holding you tight for a couple of seconds.

He was sleepy when you got back to bed, you checked his hickeys and bites to see if you had accidentally hurt him, then you put some cream on his skin.

You laid down and Pato laid on top of you, his face against your boobs just as he loved to do.

“Baby, you were very good today,” you told him, softly running a hand through his hair.

“Thank you,” he muttered.

“We need to get water and a snack, come on,” you poked him, but he nuzzled further into your boobs.

“Just five more minutes?”

“Ok, five more minutes, then” you kissed his head.

“I love you,” he said.

“I know,” you pulled his head to peck his lips, “and I love you too.”

[igotlovestruck]

THIS JUST HAPPENED — Pato O’Ward

a/n: idek if this is accurate but here u go <3 HDHDHS my first post >< everything’s google translated btw so if there’s any mistakes, i apologize 🙍🏻‍♀️

patriciooward

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patriciooward mi hermosa hija 🧡 looking cute in her fish bathrobe!

rockyoward 👶🏻🍼🧡

user1 she looks so cute ><

user2 THE LAUGH 😭

user3 FISH??? SIR, THAT’S NEMO

user4 U LOOK LIKE TWINS OMG

yourusername babe, that’s nemo

patriciooward oh...

arrowmclarensp lookin’ cute in her mini race suit as well! 🥺

elbaoward she’s growing up a little too fast 🥹 miss her!

yourusername elbaoward i know right? 🥲 we miss you, too! see you soonest 🤍

yourusername

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yourusername he’s not dead on the last pic, he’s meditating

patriciooward you said you wouldn’t post the last picture!!

yourusername i thought of a fun caption and went with it 🤷🏻‍♀️ didn’t want it to go to waste

user1 he’s holding on for dear life on the last pic 😭

user2 a dilf (real)

user3 idk if who’s lucky—pato or y/n

yourusername he hit the jackpot when i became his gf

user3 TRUE

patriciooward yourusername agreed

yourusername and patriciooward

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yourusername welp, this just happened 😋 i guess it’ll be y/n o’ward in the near future, then?

arrowmclarensp Congratulations!

user1 WTFFFF CONGRATS

user2 PATO WON THE JACKPOT TWO TIMES

user3 congratulations!!!! 🥹

landonorris ¡felicidades, compañero! 🥳

patriciooward thanks, mate! you’re getting better

landonorris of course 😉

[burningstrangerkingdom]

Through thick and thin

Pairing: Pato O'Ward x reader

Sumary: The 107th Indy 500 doesn't go as planned for your boyfriend.

Notes: For people who are not familiar with the Indy Car Series and like F1 I really recommend it, it's so fast and exciting. This fanfic is about Pato O'Ward, a young Mexican pilot who is very talented, give him a chance.

It was so frustrating watching how with only seven more laps to go, his oportunities to win the race had reduced to zero right in font of your eyes, with no way you could stop Ericsson from doing that cuestionable move against Pato, if you were feeling that way you couldn't even imagine how your devoted boyfriend must be right now.

Thankfully you saw him get out of the car with no major injuries as he was briefly checked by the medics, which helped you get your sould back into your body, seeing he was phisically alright. Time passed and he didn't try to reach you during the rest of the caotic event, of course you understood that he wanted to comunicate with his team about the crash, you knew he eventually will come back to you.

As you waited with his sister for him to come back to the motorhome, you both talk about the race and how unrightful the whole thing had been to Pato, Elba agreed that this will be a hard pill to swallow especially for him due to his chance to win the Indy 500 was closer than ever, you also concluted that once he came to you, you wouldn't push him to talk about what happened out there.

Minutes later, Pato came in looking exhausted with still remainds of anger in his antics, you watched Elba make the first move of aproachment towards him and saw the siblings share a compasionate hug.

"We're here for you, always" she said tightening their embrace.

He just nodded and let her free, directing his sad gaze towards you, the view of his watery eyes absolutly broke your heart and your body magnetically moved towards him, squeezing him so tight that almost fused your bodies together; Elba took that as a sign to go out of the room.

"I'm sorry, I didn't keep my promise of winning for you, amor" he whispered, voice so low you almost lost it.

"No, Pato", you separate a bit so you could face him, "this is all for you babe, you owe nothing yo no one, you did an amazing race and is definetly not your fault that that guy let you without track, corazón, you did an amazing race, I just wish you could get the reward you deserve for all your hardwork".

A sweet smile appeared on his face wihle he caught you back in his loving arms.

"Te amo, mucho" he concluded. (I love you so much)

"Me too, Patito, en las buenas y en las malas" (through thick and thin)

Thank you for reading!!

[lovelytsunoda]

ghost brigade // pato o’ward

summary: a walk with rocky and norbi turns into an hour spent looking at halloween decorations (and getting the crap scared out of them with animatronic spiders)

pairing: pato o'ward x female reader

warnings: 90% fluff, 10% plot. alludes to the fact that our secy couple spent the night before enjoying each other's company without any clothes on, a few jumpscares, lewis the target pumpkin, shitty ending, dorks in love.

her light snores carried as y/n burrowed further under the blankets, a chill rolling in from the open window. pato's side of the bed was warm, but his body no longer rested next to hers. he looked over fondly from the dresser, pulling a hoodie over his head and mussing his hair slightly.

he could hear claws scraping against hardwood outside the room as rocky came bounding towards the closed bedroom door. the german shepherd barked, and pato quickly opened the door, kneeling down to try and soothe the canine.

"rocky, clam down, boy. y/n is still sleeping." pato whispered, scratching rocky behind the ears. "let me go wake her up gently, okay?"

pato stepped towards the queen sized bed, wincing when he stepped on the clasp of her bra, the article still strewn across the floor from what they had done the night before. the mexican blanket was pulled over her shoulders, only the top of her head peeking out as she slept.

rocky barked again, lumbering over to the bed and resting a paw on her shrouded form.

"pato." she whined, still half asleep, and likely unaware of what she was saying. "can you take rocky outside? i just want ten more minutes."

pato chuckled, moving to sit on the bed next to her.. he combed her hair out of her face, gently kissing the side of her head. "hermosa." he hummed. "pretty girl, love of my life. good morning, sweetheart."

the words were an echo of those exchanged the night prior, foreheads pressed together and patricio buried deep inside of her: "you're doing so good for me, pretty girl. just breathe for me, corazon."

she scrunched her face up, rolling onto her back. "ten more minutes." she whined, before rocky jumped onto the bed, rough tongue licking at her face. "okay, fine! i'm up!"

pato chuckled, kissing her forehead. “good morning, corazon. how did you sleep.”

“like a stone. you must have really tired me out last night.” she winked, pulling her camisole up to cover the hickeys dotting the tops of her breasts.

next to the bed, rocky barked, placing a paw on top of her hand.

“okay, buddy. we get it. let me get dressed, and then we’ll take you outside, okay?”

rocky nodded his head, but the only word he had understood was outside. the german shepherd pranced out of the room, no doubt going to wake norbi, who was probably still asleep in his bed.

“go take the dogs outside, I’ll be out in a minute once i get dressed.” she hummed, leaning in to kiss her boyfriend. “i love you.”

“te amo.” pato grinned, kissing her forehead. “pit stop at starbucks for coffee and croissants?”

“always.”

————

half an hour and one starbucks trip later, they were on the move, sun rising over the horizon as they warmed their hands with coffee cups. the couple were dressed in almost identical cable knit sweaters, her head resting on his shoulder as they paused to let norbi sniff the pile of leaves next to a fire hydrant.

“hey, y/n, look at that haunted house.” patricio pointed down a side street. “wanna go look at the decorations?”

“lead the way, casanova.” she giggled

norbi went down the new street with vigour, sniffing everything in sight, whereas rocky was more apprehensive as he took in the plastic decorations around him.

“pato, look! it’s lewis!” she laughed, reaching for the skeletal pumpkin animatronic.

“i am not a jack-o-lantern. i am lewis!” y/n and pato chorused in time with the animatronic, bursting out into gleeful giggles.

norbi nudged her leg, and y/n cooed as she lifted the corgi into her arms. “oh, poor norbi. are you scared, baby?”

norbi whined, rubbing his nose into her sweater. she chuckled, kissing the dog behind the ears.

“lewis can’t hurt you, buddy.” pato laughed, rubbing norbis head. “do you want me to take your cup?”

she nodded, passing over the remainder of her hot chocolate. “what’s left is mostly whipped cream, i think.”

“you can’t keep carrying norbi. you spoil him too much.”

y/n shook him off, continuing down the sidewalk. “hell jump out of my arms when he’s ready. he doesn’t like the animatronics.”

sure enough, when the couple were four houses down and lewis the pumpkin was out of sight (with a promise from patricio to buy one for the house they shared), norbi jumped out of her arms and back to the sidewalk, rushing to catch up with rocky.

she took her drink back from pato, gently kissing him on the cheek before pointing out an inflatable black cat on one of the lawns they passed. (don't let rocky see that, or we'll be buying them a new one, pato had joked.)

the couple enjoyed their morning like that, walking around and taking in all the decorations, activating animatronics to startle each other. the dogs were enjoying themselves too, being doted on and preened by small children who were walking past with their parents.

they continued walking, until rocky's paw tripped a pedal switch. all at once, from underneath a pile of leaves, a large black fuzzy spider came springing towards them. rock howled in shock as norbi jumped back.

taking pato off guard, rocky went running, and, well, took pato with him. pato swore in spanish, being yanked off his feet and dragged headfirst into a pile of leaves, dropping both coffee cups to the sidewalk.

concerned, rocky ambled over to pato, leash dragging behind him as he licked at the driver's face. y/n was laughing, fumbling her phone out of her pocket to take a picture of her lover splayed against the leaves.

"babe," he whined, on the verge of laughing himself. "this is so not funny."

"it is so fucking funny." she giggled, blowing him a kiss. "laugh it off, babe. they're just leaves."

pato extended a hand. "help me up?"

"sure" she smiled softly, slipping her hand into his.

with a wicked grin, pato yanked hard, pulling her into the leaves with him. she squealed in surprise, giggling as she playfully smacked pato in the chest.

"i love you, you idiot."

TAGS:

@magnummagnussen @libraryofloveletters @thatsdemko @diorleclerc @twinkodium @oconso @silverstonesainz @cartierre @lorarri @httpiastri @clemswrld

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[gothicwidowsworld]

Winter break P.O

Pato O’ward x McLaren!reader

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patriciooward Abu Dhabi 📸 ARCHIVES @mclaren

y/nl/n I don’t like the idea of someone else being in my car… but I guess if it had to be anyone I’m glad it was you 🙄

landonorris I think… I think that was a compliment

| patriciooward it’s as close to one as I’m going to get from her on track

y/nl/n that is deformation of character I give compliments ALL the time just not to losers like you Lando Norris

papaya28 It was amazing seeing you in that seat Pato maybe an f1 move soon? 🧡

norrisl/n4 @mclaren wouldn’t give up their British dream team and I can’t imagine Pato anywhere else

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y/nl/n Don’t believe that innocent smile this is the face of a cheater!

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patriciooward it’s just a game of uno princesa it’s not that serious

| y/nl/n if it’s just a game then why do you cheat every time Patricio O'Ward Junco huh?!

patoy/n281 i see the off seasons treating you well @patriciooward

yourbestfriend note to self don’t get into a relationship with someone if you’re both sore losers

| y/nl/n correction sore loser who resorts to cheating and a genuine winner who calls out the cheater

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patriciooward Made new friends today 🥹

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santi_urrutia Pato al agua 😂😂 (duck to water)

y/nl/n I say this in the sweetest way possible I think you should stick to the track

y/nl/n posted to their story

patriciooward posted to their story

[the-offside-rule]

Patricio O'Ward (Arrow McLaren) - Brownie Points

Requested: yes

Prompt: baking w Pato🥺

Warnings: none

Pato pushed open the front door, letting out a long sigh as he stepped inside. His body felt heavy from the weekend of racing, and his muscles ached with exhaustion. He was bone-tired, but a small smile tugged at his lips when he thought about getting home. "Y/n?" He called, his voice a bit hoarse from shouting instructions over the roar of engines all weekend. Silence greeted him. He frowned slightly, kicking off his shoes by the door and dropping his bags by the stairs. Before he could call again, he heard the soft patter of paws on the hardwood floor. Norbi, a fluffy bundle of excitement, bounded over, tail wagging furiously. Pato chuckled, bending down to ruffle the fur of his loyal friend. "Hey, buddy." He murmured, his fingers scratching behind the dog's ears. "Where's Y/n, huh?"

He glanced around, noticing the dim lighting in the living room and the soft glow spilling out from the kitchen door. "Ah." He muttered to himself with a grin, standing up and making his way over. As he approached, he could hear faint music. He peered into the kitchen doorway, and his heart warmed instantly. Y/n was there, headphones perched on her head, moving to her own rhythm. She was dancing around with a whisk in one hand, a bowl in the other, completely lost in whatever she was mixing.

Pato couldn't help but smile wider, leaning against the doorframe to watch. She was humming softly, her movements light and carefree. Every now and then, she'd do a little spin, lost in her own world. His exhaustion began to melt away at the sight, replaced by a gentle sense of peace. Just then, Y/n spun again, her eyes catching sight of him. She let out a little shriek, nearly dropping the bowl. "Pato!" She exclaimed, a grin spreading across her face. She set down the bowl and hurried over, throwing her arms around him in a warm hug.

He chuckled, hugging her back tightly, burying his face in her hair. "Hey." He murmured, kissing her hair. "I didn’t mean to scare you." She laughed, pulling back just enough to look up at him. "I was in the middle of my concert. When did you get back?" She joked. "Just now." He said, his eyes twinkling as he glanced past her to the bowl on the counter. "What are you making?" He leaned over, looking at the dark brown mixture in the bowl. "Brownies." She replied, her smile growing wider. "Figured you'd want something sweet after a tough weekend." He smiled warmly. "I'llgive you brownie points for that. Need any help?"

"Always." She teased, handing him the whisk. "You can stir." He took it with a chuckle, stepping in beside her. "As long as I can lick the spoon too." Together, they mixed the batter, their shoulders brushing as they worked in sync. For a few minutes, they were lost in the simple joy of baking together, his fatigue momentarily forgotten. Once the brownies were in the oven, he gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "I'm gonna go shower, be back in a bit."

"Alright." She nodded, watching as he headed upstairs. She turned back to clean up the kitchen, wiping down counters and putting away ingredients. After a while, Pato returned, his hair still damp from the shower, a fresh t-shirt and sweatpants clinging to his still-warm skin. He walked over just in time to see Y/n carefully cutting the brownies into squares, their delicious aroma filling the kitchen. "Ooh, dont mind if I do." Without hesitation, he reached out to grab one. "Careful." Y/n warned with a laugh, "They’re still ho-" But it was too late. He had already taken a bite, wincing as the heat hit his tongue. "Puta!" He exclaimed, half-laughing, half-grimacing. Y/n quickly moved closer, a playful smile on her lips. "Told you." She teased softly. Leaning in, she kissed him gently, her lips lingering against his. The sudden sweetness of the kiss made him melt, forgetting the sting on his tongue and the tiredness in his bones.

When she pulled back, he smiled at her, his eyes soft with affection. "Okay, that didn't help with the burn, but it definitely made me feel better." He smiled, his eyes filled with pure love and adoration for his girlfriend. Y/n laughed, her eyes sparkling. "Good. That's all that matters." He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. "Yeah, it really is." He paused. "Thank you." Her hands cupped his cheeks, wiping the chocolate crumbs from his stubbled chin. "You don't have to thank me, you just need to let me lit the spoon next time."

[forzaferraris]

i hate to clog the x reader tags with non x reader content, however, if anyone is interested in being my beta reader i would adore that, please ! my only requirements are that you have discord, either native english speaker or its a second language that you’re fluent/semi-fluent in and are at least over the age of eighteen ! if you’re interested don’t be afraid to send ne an ask off anon and i’ll message you from my main blog (this is a side blog and i can’t message on it i don’t think.)

— strictly for formula one & indycar enjoyers

[an-ocean-blue]

Ticklish

Unknown Female x Patricio O'Ward

Smut

Inspired by the pic above and @lxndonorris​ ♥ ♥  ♥

Getting home from a shopping trip with you friend you smile as you see your boyfriend’s coat on the rack in the hallway and his shoes kicked off underneath there as well. You close the front door softly knowing there’s a chance Pato is sleeping as he is in the middle of preseason training and pushing his body in preparation. Kicking off your shoes and putting both your pairs neatly in their place you gently put your shopping bags on the side table. Opening the door to the living room you smile as you see his fluffy dark hair over the back of the sofa. The tv was on, playing a soccer match but it clearly hadn’t been able to capture his attention as you took in the soft features of his sleeping face making you smile.

Moving over to him you gently cup his cheek, caressing your thumb over his cheekbone you smile and softly whisper his name as he groans. As he opens his eyes you lean in and softly kiss his lips moving to sit in his lap. “How have you been baby?” you whisper softly against his lips as you run you hands through his soft hair. Pulling back for your lips with a smile he moves his hands to you hips pulling you closer. “I’m good. Happy you are back home. Did you enjoy your shopping trip?” he whispers at you as you rest your head on his shoulder, just enjoying his soft embrace. “Yeah it was good. We first got some sushi at the Geisha Lounge and then just hit up our favourite spots” you say with a smile remembering the afternoon spend with your best friend. You two remain cuddled up on the sofa exchanging soft kisses. His fingers gently made their way under your shirt, gently running up and down the bumps of your spine making you squirm on his lap.

“That tickles” you sigh softly as you readjust. “oh does it?” he says and you can hear he grin in his voice. You know what he’s up to before he even moves his hands to your sensitive sides and starts to tickle you. You squeal as you try to wiggle away from his hands whilst simultaneously trying to grab his hands. You end up playfighting and wiggling about until you move just too far and slip off his legs and land on your ass on the ground with a loud thud.

“Oh my god, are you okay baby?” He looks at you with a shocked face as you pout up at him from the floor. “No” you pout trying to look angry but the shocked look on his face makes you crack up and start laughing hysterically pushing yourself up to you knees with you legs grabbing his thighs as he shakes his head at you while you are absolutely losing it. When you calm down a little you put your head on his thigh panting slightly from the laughing as you look up at him from between your lashes. “You are so mean” he smirks down at you as he reaches his hand to your cheek to wipe away a stray tear that had fallen while you were laughing.

“Want me to make it up to you?” you grin wiggling your eyebrows as you shift running your hands up his thighs squeezing gently as you reach the top, cupping one hand over his crotch as you smirk at him before running your tongue over your lips slowly. The way he looks down at you makes you blush and turn your attention to your hands that were fumbling to open his pants. He helped you by lifting himself slightly as you pulled his pants down his legs and wrapped you hands around his half hard penis as you glance up when he moans softly while looking down at you. You lean up to kiss his lips gently once before moving your mouth to where he wants it most. Licking a stripe up his cock you wrap your lips around him starting off slow taking more of him in your mouth each time you bob your head down.

Glancing up at him you see his eyes rolling back as you take him further down your throat. You feel his hand that made his way to your arm squeeze and you pull back slightly grabbing his hand and moving it to the back of your head getting back to work. He gets what you want from him as both his hands make their way through you hair gathering you hair in a pony tail in his grip. He’s not guiding your moves, for now, just letting you determine your own pace as you try to control you gag reflex. You were trying to keep eye contact with him as best you can, but your eyes started tearing up and you closed them, letting yourself get lost in the feeling of his hand in your hair and the cock pushing the back of your throat.

You can’t help but moan at the salty taste of his precum on your tongue, the vibrations of it making him move his hips toward you more. His moans getting louder as you swallow around him. Using the leverage on your hair he pulls you off him for a second, waiting for you to open your eyes just to check in with you for a second and letting you take a few deep breaths before gently guiding your head back and pushing back into your mouth. Running your tongue around the tip before letting him push you down further, setting your pace for you as his hips start to jerk up to as he’s getting closer to his release. You feel the tears gather in your eyes again as he pushes against your gag reflex and you can’t help but moan loving when he took control like this. It allowed you to empty your mind and focus on him. You notice his hips starting to falter alerting you that he’s close to his peak as you tighten your lips even more around him as he pulls you back. He lets the tip rest in your mouth as he floods it with his cum. You open you eyes and look at his face thrown back on the couch cushions in bliss as you swallow around him.

You keep sucking on him gently, milking him for all he’s worth until he uses the grip on you hair to guide your lips away from his oversensitive cock. You’re both panting as you smile up at him, licking some of the cum that had escaped your lips from the corner of your mouth. You grin at him as you move to stand, rolling your head. The angle had been hell on your neck but the look on his face right now was absolutely worth it. Pulling your top off you tossed your shirt in his lap before turning around and heading to your bedroom whilst undoing you bra. “I’m going to have a shower if you want to you join” you call out to him hearing him groan as you dropped the bra in the doorway.

[the-offside-rule]

Patricio O' Ward (McLaren) - Back To December

Requested: yes

Swift Series

Warnings: I SOBBED WRITING THIS SHIT OKAY

Whilst the storm outside had destroyed everything in its path, the aroma inside the kitchen from Pato's cooking filled the air as he prepared a special meal for Y/N. The atmosphere seemed perfect, the warmth of his love was evident in every shared glance and tender smile. As Pato stirred a pot on the stove, Y/N gave a lighthearted smile, yet, her heart felt heavy, burdened by the weight of her own uncertainties.

Pato hummed a tune, his eyes bright with affection as he flipped the sizzling vegetables in the pan. "You know, Y/N, tonight's dish will be extra special." He remarked, his voice laced with adoration. Y/N forced a smile, her fingers toying with the edge of her sweater. She knew she couldn't delay any longer, couldn't ignore the growing rift within her own heart. Gathering her courage, she cleared her throat, her voice betraying the turmoil within. When she didn't give a cheeky remark like she usually did, Pato turned, his gaze searching her face, his heart already sensing the impending storm. "Is everything okay, amor?" He inquired, his concern palpable. "You seem....off."

Tears threatened to spill from Y/N's eyes as she met his gaze, the depths of her sorrow reflected in his own. "No, Pato, everything's not okay," she confessed, her voice trembling like a fragile whisper in the night. Confusion clouded Pato's features as he set aside the spatula, his attention solely on her. "What's wrong, Y/n? Please, tell me." He implored, his voice laced with urgency and fear as he turned the stove down to go to his girlfriend who was very clearly troubled and torn. Y/n's breath caught in her throat as she struggled to find the words, each syllable heavy with the weight of her decision. "I... I think we should break up." She confessed, her voice barely above a whisper, as though afraid to shatter the fragile illusion of their love.

The world seemed to stand still as Pato processed her words, his heart fracturing into a million shattered pieces. "But... why?" he choked out, his voice raw with pain, his eyes searching hers for a glimmer of hope.

Tears cascaded down Y/N's cheeks as she met his gaze, her heart breaking with each passing moment. "I just don't think it's working, Pato," she lied, her voice trembling with vulnerability. "Its just, this is too perfect, too beautiful to be real. And I can't do this. I don't deserve this." She sobbed. "Deserve what? Love? You deserve everything in the world and more. Amor, let's just talk about this. Can't we just, talk about it?" He reached for her face but she pulled away. "Please don't make this more difficult." Patricio had started crying now, although he hadn't noticed. Pato's world shattered as her words pierced his soul, the anguish in her voice echoing the turmoil within his own heart. "But Y/n, you are everything to me." He confessed, his voice trembling with unshed tears, his heart laid bare before her.

Y/N's resolve wavered as she watched the tears glisten in his eyes, her own heart breaking with each passing moment. "I know, Pato, I know," she whispered, her voice choked with sorrow. "But I have made my decision and hopefully one day you'll realize that I'm not enough, that our love is just a fleeting dream." Silence hung heavy in the air as Pato processed her words, his heart aching with the weight of her doubts. "Y/N, please. Please don't leave me." He pleaded, his voice raw with emotion, his eyes pleading for her to stay. Tears blurred Y/N's vision as she reached out, her fingers trembling as they brushed against his cheek. "I'm sorry, Pato, I'm so sorry." She whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I have to do this, for both of us." His lips parted as a sigh left. "Y/n?" She turned to see him one last time, his once sweet eyes now turned red and puffy, his smile now replaced with sorrow. "It will always be you that has my heart."

The deafening roar of engines and the scent of burning rubber filled the air as Y/n navigated the bustling crowd at the IndyCar race. With an audacious plan in mind, she managed to slip past security and find herself in the exclusive paddock area. It had been a while she she had gone to a race given she had no reason to be one since her and Pato had broken up. As she strolled through the paddock, marveling at the sleek racing machines and the behind-the-scenes action, a stern security guard intercepted her path. The security guard eyed Y/n skeptically, before approaching her since she didn't have her pass dangling from her neck like every other guest. "Excuse me, ma'am. Mind if I have a look at your pass?" He asked. Y/n looked at him. "Why do you need my pass?" Y/n asked. "Just random routine. Making sure no one that isn't meant to be here is here. Now, your pass please."

Y/n reached into her bag, knowing very well there was no pass, before faking a shocked expression and frantically scopping different items around in her bag. "No, no, no. I don't have it!" Of course you don't, just make sure he doesn't know that! She thought to herself.

"No passes, no entry. You can't just stroll in without one." Y/n fidgeted. "I must've left it at home. Can't you just let me in this once?"The guard crossed his arms, unyielding. "Rules are rules. I can't make exceptions." Y/n sighed, feigning frustration, "Look, it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! I won these tickets, and I can't believe I forgot the pass." The lies kept on coming but they weren't making this situation any better, and worse, the guard remained unmoved. "Nice try, but I've heard every excuse. I'll have to escort you out."

Just as Y/n felt her heart sink, a familiar voice rang out. "Excuse me, sir-" They both turned, both as equally shocked to be faced eith the face of Patricio O' Ward. Pato's protective instincts had surged to the surface and had approached the guard, his voice steady despite the rapid drumming of his heartbeat. "Is there a problem here?" He asked. The guard glanced at Pato, recognizing the driver but remaining unfazed by his presence. "Just ensuring the paddock remains secure, sir. This area is restricted." Pato's mind raced as he searched for a way to intervene without causing a scene. Then, a bold idea formed in his mind—a risky move, but one he felt compelled to make. "Hey, it's alright. She's with me." Y/n's eyes widened in surprise, her gaze flickering between Pato and the guard as she processed his unexpected declaration. The guard's expression softened slightly, though skepticism lingered in his eyes. "She is?" The guard asked, his tone tinged with skepticism. Pato nodded firmly, his resolve unwavering. "Absolutely. She's with me. She's my girlfriend, actually."

Y/n shot Pato a bewildered look, silently questioning his sudden proclamation. Yet, something in Pato's demeanor conveyed a sense of assurance that gave her pause. "My apologies, Mr O' Ward. You enjoy the rest of your weekend now." The guard stepped away, leaving just the two of them again. Pato, with a polite smile, led Y/n away from the scene. "Sorry about that. I didn't want you to get kicked out." He whispered. Y/n, surprised by the sudden claim, replied, "Your girlfriend, huh?"

He chuckled nervously. "I know, I know. I just didn't want them to hassle you. It's just for today." As they walked together, the tension between them was palpable. "How about you come and get food with me. Catch up?" Y/n nodded. "I'd like that." She smiled as Pato led her to the hospitality area for the drivers. Y/n couldn't help but miss this feeling. The feeling of having Pato around to protect her. She missed almost everything about him. The only thing she didn't miss was when he'd sleep on her side of the bed whilst she was in it, but even then, she missed it some nights.

As Pato sat down, he set down each of their plates, getting ready to tuck into his. Y/n coughed awkwardly, catching Pato's attention. "Oh, I didn't ask. You still like this food, right? I can go change it if you don't." He said, remembering a lot had probably changed since they had last seen eachother. "No, no. I still like it. Out of everything up there, I'd still pick this." She smiled, grabbing a fork and fidgeting with it. It grew quiet between them, which was never the case last time around. They'd always be joking or laughing, even listening to Pato rant about the previous session, but now it was awkward and whilst it was sweltering weather conditions, the air turned cold.

"It's been a while." She finally said, breaking the awkward silence. Pato smiled. "Yeah, it has. Life's been busy with racing and all." His eyes seemed different from when she last saw him. His skin was more tanned, his hair had changed, but his smile was just as sweet as the time she last saw him. "I've been busy with college. I still managed to travel a bit though." Pato nodded along mindlessly, still smiling at her. Y/n let out a sigh before she reached across the table for Pato's hand. "I've miss you, Pato. Things haven't been the same since we... since December." She admitted, her voice wavering. "I mean, yeah I've missed you too, I guess." He looked at her with a somber expression. "You guess? What exactly does that mean?" Her smile had dropped. All this hoping that he would get back with her had shrunk, and as he set his cutlery to the side and clenched his jaw, Y/n realised this was going to be the farthest thing from easy. "Y/n, I've been doing better I'm racing since we broke up. I just have more free time and Ive come to realise that racing is my focus now. I can't keep dwelling on the past." The conversation continued, unraveling the complexities of their feelings and the events that led to their breakup.

Y/n's eyes welled up with realization, understanding the chasm between them. "So what? Are you saying I was a distraction?" She asked. "Where in that sentence did I say that?" He asked. He never once argued with her, but now, after a year of unexplained heartbreak, he had to. "I'm reading between the lines." Pato shook his head, reaching for his water bottle. "You know, I would be able to just move on and not take it too personally, if you just told me why we broke up in the first place." He said. "I- Pato. I just wasn't feeling it." Was the best response she could come up with. "You weren't feeling it? That's- Y/n, it was a relationship, not a new album. You can't just say you're not feeling it and leave. You need to talk about it."

"Listen, if I could go back in time and change it I would." She said, her voice was trembling and she was dangerously close to tears. Whether they were from sadness or frustration, she didn't know. "You can't, though. Can you?" As they spoke, Y/n's slim hopes for a glimmer of reconciliation, a chance to rewrite the story had disintegrated completely. Yet, Pato remained firm in his decision to move forward without her. "Pato, I want you to be happy. That means even if I'm not with you, but-"

"Well, I am so just leave it." The engines roared in the background, mirroring the tumultuous emotions within Y/n. "Pato? The team is looking for you for the debrief." An engineer popped by. Pato chucked his napkin down on the table and lifted his plate. He looked at her with a cold-hearted face. "I wish you the best, Y/n, but it's time to let go." He said. "Enjoy the session." He added, as he walked away, leaving Y/n sitting alone, surrounded by the racing world that had become his priority.

She had less of him. She had none of him. Whilst she used to have good memories of Pato, she couldn't think of a single good one now that they had that talk. She even forgot what he done for her earlier. His words stuck with her. She didn't have his sweet smile, one of the only reassuring things she managed to come across in her life. She had made a mistake and a grave error in judgement and now she had to reep what she sewed.