#paul aron

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is it just me or is he giving 2024 (maybe 2023??) paul ????? like yes obvs only a year has passed but he looks older these days… while with the white shirt pics, i would not have been surprised if someone said theyre from last year

[rubywillkins]

Hiiii babes <3 ur page is so cute!

I was wondering if I could request a Mocha Macchiato with a shot of Espresso, a Hot Dog, and a Caprese skewers served by Paul Aron?

(If it’s okay, can the reader also be a driver? Possibly his teammate?? 👀)

Sure Darling ♥️

Paul Aron|

Too small to Handle

Pairing Paul × fem reader

Warning smut, arguments, Rough

Mocha enemies to lover Macchiato playboy in love with a shot of Espresso rough sex Hot Dog size kink Caprese skewers breeding kink

"I can't help but love you, even though I try not to."

Paul Aron was the kind of man who turned heads before he even entered the room. Tall, cocky, devastatingly handsome, and with a reputation that made mothers hide their daughters. A certified playboy. He lived for the thrill, the games, the teasing—and unfortunately for Y/n, she’d somehow become his favorite target.

"Watch your step, Tiny," Paul smirked as he passed her in the hallway at the team house, his voice lazy and loud. "Wouldn’t want you to get lost in the carpet fibers again."

Y/n rolled her eyes. “Grow up.”

He turned, walking backward with that infuriating grin. “Bit hard when I’m already this grown.”

She shot him a withering glare that only made him laugh harder.

Paul called her “small” like it was her name. “Small hands, small feet, small voice,” he’d say mockingly. “It’s like talking to a bite-sized fury.”

She hated him. She hated how he’d wink after every insult, how his smug eyes always seemed to sparkle when he got under her skin. She hated that she noticed how good he looked in black, how his voice dipped when no one else was around. Most of all, she hated that he lived in her head after every fight.

It was after a long, loud night—the kind where alcohol ran too freely and egos flared hotter than usual. The team’s afterparty had ended in chaos, and Y/n had had enough of Paul’s constant digs.

“Why do you always do this?” she snapped at him in the hallway, cornered between the kitchen and his room. “Is it just fun for you? To make me feel small?”

Paul looked down at her, and for the first time, the cocky smirk faltered.

“You are small,” he said, but this time his voice was quieter. Different.

She shoved him. “God, you’re such an ass—”

Paul caught her wrist. Not rough. Not teasing. Just… steady.

“You don’t get it, do you?” he muttered, jaw tight. “You’re all I think about.”

She froze.

“You drive me insane, Y/n,” he said, stepping closer. “You make me act like a damn schoolboy. And yeah, maybe I call you small, but that’s because I notice everything about you. How your laugh comes in short bursts when you’re actually having fun. How you fidget with your rings when you’re nervous. How you take up a room without even realizing it. You make me feel... fucking huge, because you’re the only one who ever challenges me.”

Y/n stared at him, her breath catching in her throat.

“So yeah, maybe I make fun of you,” he continued, voice hoarse, “because if I didn’t, I’d probably just kiss you. And I don’t think I’d stop.”

She blinked.

And then she did what neither of them expected—she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him into a kiss that burned with months of tension.

They didn’t make it far. Just a few steps back into his room, where everything finally cracked open. Their fight dissolved into breathless touches, hands and mouths finally doing what words never could.

Paul slammed the door behind them, his eyes locked onto Y/n's.

Y/n's pulse raced, adrenaline spiking as she backed away. The room was dimly lit, casting stark shadows that danced across the walls. Paul advanced, his massive frame filling the space, his cock already rock hard, stretching the fabric of his pants. He knew what he wanted, and he wanted it now.

Her breath hitched as he reached out, grabbing her by the throat, not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to make his presence known. "You're mine tonight," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "Every inch of you is going to feel me."

He shove her roughly against the wall, his free hand hitching up her skirt. He cupped her ass, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He growled, low and deep, as he felt her heat through her thin panties. "Fuck, you're wet," he muttered, his voice thick with lust.

He tore at her panties, the fabric ripping with a sharp sound. She gasped, her body arching as he plunged two fingers into her slick heat. He pumped them in and out, his thumb circling her clit, making her moan and buck against his hand. "That's it," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "Get nice and wet for me. I want you to take every inch of my cock."

He withdrew his fingers, his hand leaving a wet trail down her thigh as he stepped back. His eyes never left hers as he unbuttoned his pants, his cock springing free, thick and heavy with need. She licked her lips, her eyes wide as she took in his size. He smiled, a slow, predatory grin. "You can take it," he said, his voice a low promise. "And you will."

He grabbed her hips, spinning her around and bending her over the bed. He kicked her legs apart, his hands roaming over her ass, squeezing and kneading her flesh. She whimpered, her body trembling with anticipation. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cockhead brushing against her wet folds. He rubbed his cock up and down her slit, coating himself in her juices.

She pushed back against him, a desperate plea in her eyes. He chuckled, a low, dark sound. "Eager, aren't you?" He gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He could feel her body tensing, ready for him. He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, his lips at her ear. "I'm going to fuck you hard, Y/n," he whispered. "I'm going to fill you up, stretch you wide, and breed you."

He reared back, his hips slamming forward, his cock driving deep into her wet heat. She screamed, her body convulsing as he filled her completely, his hips pressing against her ass. He groaned, a low, guttural sound, as he pulled back, his cock slick and glistening with her juices. He slammed into her again, his hips moving in a brutal, punishing rhythm. She met each thrust, her body pushing back against his, taking every inch of his massive cock.

She felt his every thrust to her core, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her fingers clawed at the bedsheets, the fabric tearing under her nails. Paul's hips pounded against her, his cock driving deep, relentless. The room filled with the wet sounds of their fucking, the slaps of flesh against flesh, and their ragged breaths.

"You feel that, my love?" he growled, his voice harsh with lust. "You feel my cock stretching you wide? Filling you up?"

She could only moan in response, her body pushed into the mattress. Her hips swayed in rhythm with his thrusts, willing him deeper.

His hand sliding down her back, tracing the curve of her spine. She shivered under his touch, her body arching towards him. He gripped her hips again, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, his thrusts becoming more urgent. He leaned over her, his sweat dripping down his face. His mouth found her ear, his tongue tracing the shell of it. "I want you to feel every inch of me," he panted. His free hand slid around her front. He cupped her breast, pinching her nipple through her shirt. She whimpered, her body shuddering as pleasure shot through her.

His lips moved to her neck, teeth grazing her skin. He sucked hard, marking her, claiming her. She gasped, her body tensing as she felt his cock swell inside her. He was close, she could feel it. He reared back, his hips slamming into hers, his cock driving deep. He roared, his body convulsing as he came, his hot seed spilling into her, filling her up. She cried out, her own orgasm ripping through her, her body milking his cock, drawing out every last drop. He collapsed onto her, his body slick with sweat, his cock still pulsing inside her. She could feel his heartbeat, slow and steady, matching hers.

His breath ragged, Paul remained buried deep inside her, his cock still hard, still throbbing. He pulled back slightly, his hips rolling in a slow, deliberate circle, ensuring every inch of his thick shaft dragged against her walls. He groaned, feeling her pulse around him, her body clenching tightly, desperate to keep him inside.

"You're so fucking tight," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "Even with my cum filling you up, you're still squeezing my cock like a vice." He slid out slowly, his cock glistening with their combined juices, then drove back in, hard and deep. She gasped, her body jolting with the force of his thrust.

He repeated the motion, each withdrawal slow and torturous, each entry brutal and swift. His hips slammed against her ass, his balls slapping against her clit, the wet sounds of their fucking filling the room. He reached down, his hand wrapping around her throat again, his fingers pressing gently against her pulse. He could feel her heartbeat, rapid and wild, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.

"You love this, don't you?" he panted, his voice harsh with lust. "You love taking my big cock, feeling it stretch you wide, fill you up, right?"

She moaned in response, her body pushing back against his, taking his cock deeper. He chuckled, a low, dark sound. "That's right," he said, his voice a low growl. "You're mine. Every inch of you is mine." He slid his hand down her back, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine. He cupped her ass, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, spreading her cheeks wide. He growled, his hips slamming into hers, his cock driving deep, hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars.

He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, his lips at her ear. "I want you to feel every inch of me," he panted. "I want you to feel my cock stretch you wide, fill you up, breed you. I want you to take every drop of my cum, feel it drip out of you, coat your thighs. I want you to be marked, claimed, owned."

He reared back, his hips slamming into hers, his cock driving deep. He groaned, his body tense, his muscles straining. He was close again, she could feel it. His cock swelled inside her, his hips moving in a frantic, desperate rhythm. He roared, his body convulsing as he came, his hot seed spilling into her, filling her up. She cried out, her own orgasm ripping through her, her body milking his cock, drawing out every last drop. Her legs gave out, her body collapsing onto the bed, his cock still pulsing inside her.

She lay sprawled beneath him, her body spent and slick with sweat. Paul's cock still throbbed inside her, pulsing with the echo of his release. He leaned down, his lips finding hers in a bruising kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, tasting her, claiming her. She kissed him back, her tongue tangling with his, their breaths mingling, ragged and desperate.

His lips trailed down to her neck, kissing and biting, leaving a trail of marks. She whimpered, her body arching into him, seeking more. He growled, his hands gripping her hips, holding her in place as he started to move again. His cock, still hard, slid out slowly before driving back in, deep and brutal. She gasped, her nails raking down his back.

He kissed her again, his lips sloppy and rough, his breath hot against her face. His hips pounded against her, his cock filling her completely. She met his kisses with equal ferocity, her tongue battling his, her teeth nipping at his lips. He groaned, his body shuddering as he felt another orgasm building. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in harsh, demanding circles. She cried out, her body tensing as pleasure surged through her.

"You're going to come with me," he growled, his voice harsh and commanding. "You're going to milk my cock, take every drop of my cum." She nodded, her body already responding to his words, her hips moving in sync with his. He kissed her again, his lips bruising, his tongue claiming. His fingers worked her clit, his hips slammed into hers, his cock driving deep.

She came with a cry, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around his cock. He roared, his body tensing as he came, his hot seed spilling into her, filling her up. He kissed her, his lips rough and sloppy, his breath ragged. He collapsed onto her, his body slick with sweat, his cock still pulsing inside her. She kissed him back, her lips soft and yielding, her body relaxed and sated. His lips moved to her neck. He kissed her, nuzzling her, sucking her skin. His hips moved slowly, dragging his softening cock in and out of her. She moaned softly, her body arching into his, her lips seeking his. She kissed him roughly. Their lips and tongues moved desperately.

[dannyriccsystem]

CUDDLE-BUGS!

FORMULA ONE DRIVERS X READER

SUMMARY: How the drivers like to cuddle :)

OVERALL W.C: 2.1K

WARNINGS: Fluff, slightly suggestive in a few of them

FEATURING: MV1, DR3, LN4, KA12, CL16, PA17, YT22, AA23, LH44, CS55, GR63, OP81, OB87

NOTE: Featuring Paul Aron as a special treat for the lots of fans he has here…

MAX VERSTAPPEN - MV1

Oh this boy LOVES cuddling. Max is big on physical affection and you actually can’t convince me otherwise. He’s constantly sprawled across the sofa cushions with his head on your lap, and if you dare not play with his hair instantly, he will literally grab your hand and put it on his head like a silent command. He’s like a cat; as soon as you stop touching him, he’ll nuzzle against you until you continue.

Cue the Maxplaining. He’s rambling, talking with his hands while he looks up at the ceiling. You watch with a fond expression, brushing strands of hair away from his face while he goes on and on about the car and the physics behind it and all the great overtakes he’s witnessed. You’re listening, but not retaining the information, because all you can think about are his pretty eyes and how cute he is when he’s ranting.

When you’re both laying down, Max likes to be tucked into you. He usually has his nose buried in your neck, taking in the soft scent of your perfume. He’ll pepper you with lazy kisses; he only stops when he falls asleep, which usually doesn’t take that long. He’s knocked out in an instant. There’s something about you that lulls him to sleep almost instantly.

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DANIEL RICCIARDO - DR3

This is the spooning truther. Daniel loves spooning, he thinks it’s so intimate and close. But here’s the grand question of the day: Is he the big spoon or the little spoon?

Well. Both.

It really depends. I think most days he’s the big spoon. He likes holding you in his muscular arms. It makes you feel extra small, which is a bonus in its own. He likes whispering little jokes and quips in your ear, and making you squirm when he lightly tickles your sides occasionally.

But sometimes he likes to be held too. He likes when your much smaller arms wrap around him, and he gets to feel vulnerable. Even if it’s just for a little bit. You’re warm as you snuggle him from behind, your cheek pressed to his shoulder. He likes how you cradle him and hold him like he’s the only person in the world.

So, yeah. This giant softie likes to be on the receiving end of your hugs every now and then. Be kind to him and let him show his soft side.

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LANDO NORRIS - LN4

Lando streaming with his camera off, only because you’re asleep on his lap. His audience is wondering why his voice has lowered tenfold, and why his rage-quitting moments have been reduced to a soft bang of his fist on the desk followed by a gentle sigh.

Little do they know, your thighs are straddling him with your face tucked into the crook of his neck, snoring away. He’s cradling your figure with one hand, and using the other to play the game, which explains why his quality of performance has gone way down. He’s rubbing circles onto your back, occasionally kissing your scalp and forehead. He’ll lean away from the mic to whisper in your ear when you stir to consciousness, lulling you back into your slumber.

He loves the fact that you’re somewhat clingy with him. He loves how you have to be close to him—so much that you’re willing to just fall asleep right there on his lap. He’s burning the memory into his brain because he never wants to forget your cute sleepy face :)

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KIMI ANTONELLI - KA12

I think Kimi’s hard to cuddle with sometimes. He’s always moving, and always talking. One second you’re spooning, the next he has his back to yours, and then he’s on top of you like a blanket, and then he rolls over and you’re on top of him… Yeah. Can’t hold still.

“Did I tell you about what Ollie said to me today?” He’d muse to your sleepy self, and before you could even utter a groggy no, he’d be telling you anyway. You often want to tell him to shut up and go to sleep, but he has that big dorky smile on his face and you just can’t say no.

Even long after you’ve fallen asleep, he continues yapping. It’s not until he actually realizes you’re happily snoring away that he finally quiets down and goes to sleep himself. He always asks if you find it annoying, but in reality his joyous voice and his fluctuating heartbeat, that you can hear with your head on his chest, are usually what ultimately lull you to sleep.

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CHARLES LECLERC - CL16

This boy needs a hug and you can tell. Whenever he comes home, no matter where he’s gone off to, it’s practically become a ritual for him to walk in pathetically, tail tucked between his legs. You’ve nearly conditioned him, and he doesn’t even realize it. The first time it happened was just a mere coincidence: he was genuinely upset, and you welcomed him with a warm bed and open arms.

Then it kept happening, and eventually you realized that he pretended to be upset every time he came home so that he could snuggle up against you and have you baby him all night. You have to wonder if Charles even realizes this anymore. It’s just part of your nightly routine at this point.

He practically flops on top of you as soon as you send him that little smile and open your arms. He buries his face in your neck, arms wrapped around your abdomen. All of a sudden that sad expression has been replaced by a shitty grin that tells you he won. This is heaven. He just doesn’t realize that you absolutely know what he’s up to…

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PAUL ARON - PA17

Paul is a delight to cuddle with. An absolute delight. He’s quiet, respectful, and very affectionate. As soon as he sees you pull your current book out, he’s diving onto the bed to situate himself beside you. He has one arm thrown across your stomach, and his head resting on your shoulder. He sleepily studies your face, occasionally peeking at the words on the page.

His hands wander for sure, but not in a weird way. Lightly calloused palms spread out over your stomach, scratching you like you’re a dog. When you start to play with his curls, he essentially loses his grip on staying awake. It doesn’t take long for him to fall asleep at that point. Your fingers curl around his hair, playing with individual locks and blonde swirls.

Pepper his face with kisses once he’s asleep. He likes waking up to go to the bathroom, and finding that his face is covered in your lipstick. Absolute perfection. He doesn’t even bother wiping it off, he just joins you in bed again and happily dozes off again.

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YUKI TSUNODA - YT22

I think it depends on Yuki’s mood. He’s either all over you, or he’s falling asleep as far away as possible. It’s not even like a… Yuki’s angry so he doesn’t want to cuddle. It's just that some days he’s not up for it, and that’s perfectly fine with you.

However, no matter what position you fall asleep in, you two almost always wake up in each other’s arms again. He’ll fall asleep saying he wants some space, and then you wake up and he’s squeezing you like you’re his personal stuffed animal, entirely unconscious whilst doing so. He may be small, but he has a mighty grip on you.

Not big on PDA, but when you’re alone together, he loves being all over you essentially. Let the guy climb you like a tree.

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ALEX ALBON - AA23

Alex is one of those people that loves to be cuddling… Constantly. But his favorite is at the beach. Both of you could be sprawled out on a large towel or blanket, taking in the sun, and suddenly he’s pulling you to his side and clinging to you like a damn barnacle. He’s a gentleman, too. He’s always asking if you’re comfortable, and how he can get you to be comfortable if not.

Once you try to pull away, he tends to get a bit whiny. He’s pulling you back in his arms and pretending like you’ve really hurt his feelings by daring to get up. He’ll drag it on, too. “Sighh,” With the clutch of his chest as you wriggle around in his hold. “I can’t believe you hate me… Is it because I stink? Sighh…”

He’ll let you go, but not without a lot of complaining. It would be easier to just give him what he wants, honestly. But at the end of the day he really just wants to snuggle up behind you and fall asleep like that, your body pressed to his.

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LEWIS HAMILTON - LH44

Unfortunately cuddling with Lewis always leads to a wholesome make out session. Or, maybe that’s more fortunate than anything. You plant yourself atop him, legs on either side of his lap. When you lean in to rest your head, you find yourself being pulled into a kiss instead.

You peck his lips momentarily, but he’s hungry and he keeps pulling you in for more whilst you share soft laughter. It could potentially develop into something more, but there’s always some obstacle. A few times you’ve accidentally bitten his lip a little too hard, and you both break away to laugh instead.

Cuddling is nice afterwards. He holds you like you’re his entire world— because you are. He’s both gentle and rough, soft and warm— Lewis is a dream. He’s the dream. He’s perfect.

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CARLOS SAINZ - CS55

Carlos is a very traditional cuddler. When the two of you watch a movie together, he’ll casually throw his arm over your shoulder and tug you closer, usually kissing your scalp in the moment. He loves having you curled up next to him with your head on his chest.

It’s at this point he kind of stops focusing on the movie, and his attention diverts to you. Your smell, your sleepy eyes, your little giggles whenever something funny happens… Now he can’t seem to focus on anything but you, because he just is so infatuated with you.

I wouldn’t be surprised if the night ends in cheeky little kisses. If you’re lucky, maybe a bit more. He can’t help the way you make him feel.

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GEORGE RUSSELL - GR63

George does not mind PDA, and he definitely favors a good lap cuddle. I think if you were both attending a late night event, he’d let you rest on his lap, even if others were watching. Your legs are thrown over his, and your face is nestled against his chest. He has one arm around you, and the other is over your lap to gently rub your thigh.

Other people used to stare, but everyone’s used to it by now. It’s not like you guys are being gross and secretly kissing and touching and giggling. You’re simply just asleep on his lap, and he’s softly rubbing your skin to help you stay that way. It’s cute.

If you don’t wake up, George will even carry you back to the car. He keeps his hand on your thigh as he drives because he knows it brings you comfort. Your joy is his top priority. Always.

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OSCAR PIASTRI - OP81

Oscar shamelessly loves to be between your thighs.

Now, don’t get me wrong here. Not in a dirty way. He likes to lay his head back on your stomach with your legs on either side of him, framing his face. It’s oddly comforting to be lightly squeezed by your legs, he has to admit. Play with his hair a bit too, he could sleep there forever.

Sometimes the roles swap though. You find yourself between his meaty legs, encased by pure muscle. It’s like heaven, situating yourself there. However… Not to be crude, but he does have to keep his thoughts tame during the process, otherwise you’ve both got a mess to handle.

He’s not a huge cuddle bug I’d say, but when Oscar is in the mood for some intimate touching, it’s… Between your legs. Not like that! Most of the time.

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OLIVER BEARMAN - OB87

He’s been eyeing you all night. Everytime you ask him what’s up, he denies it and says he was just zoning out, but there’s definitely something on Ollie’s mind. You think you have him figured out, but he’s not giving you much to work with… So you test it out.

You mutter a rather loud “it’s cold in here,” and it’s like he’s a sleeper agent being awoken by those code words. He turns to you quickly, and suddenly he’s up from his position on a nearby chair. He walks over to his bed, and flops down right on top of you, all 6 feet and 2 inches of Ollie smothering you.

He even pulls a blanket up on top of that. He’ll bury his face in your chest, a stupid grin covering his face. He’s right where he wants to be.

[mywritersmind]

UNINTENTIONAL - PA17

summary : in which, your boyfriend doesn’t know how much his arms turn you on.

listen up : 18+ thoughts! a quick blurb for my first time writing for paul! lowkey choking kink??

words : 283

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Paul didn’t do it on purpose.

At least, you don’t think so. His arms have always been an obvious attraction for you. Seriously, even if he flexes by accident, it turns you on.

It was when you were talking to some of his engineers that it happened.

It scared you at first, but the familiar feeling of Paul’s hand on your waist made you instantly relaxed. The relaxation didn’t last long because before you knew it, his arm was around your neck.

Wrapping his arm around you, he locks you in place. You lean back into him, your chin tilting up because of how big his arm is around you. His skin is cold against yours, his hold tight as you feel his muscle moving under your chin. You laugh, pretending like your face isn’t bright red and your panties aren’t actually damp already.

He loosens his grip, his arm dropping to swing over your chest and holding your shoulder. He says something to his engineers but you can’t hear… the thought his bicep curled around your face is all that consumes your mind.

The second they leave, you turn around, his arm still around you, “Let’s go to your driver's room.”

He frowns, confused, “Why? I thought you were having fun-”

“I am.” You’re quick to say, “I’d just have more fun with just you…” The second you drag your hand down his bicep, it clicks.

You can see the understanding dawn on him. How his curls bounce as he nods, how his hand takes yours and turns without hesitation… none of it helps your hormones chill out. Luckily, they don’t have to, especially when Paul has you under him.

[no-144444]

Hii, you could do something for Paul. where the reader is an Alpine driver, and all the fans start joking that Paul is joining this year's wag. I don't know, I feel like it would be a lot of fun for both of us

wag or reserve driver? -p.aron

summary: the world sees how you respond to paul being announced as a reserve driver

pairing: paul aron x alpinedriver! fem! reader

a/n: thank you for requesting :)

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alpinef1team

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alpinef1team We are thrilled to announce our reserve driver for 2025 will be Paul Aron! Runner up in the tense 2024 F2 title fight, we can't wait to see what he does for us this year. 🩷

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youruser WOOOOOOOOAAAAAAHHHHHH YEAHHHHHHH -> user7 she's so me -> user928 she gets me on a very deep and personal level

pierregalsy 🩷

youruser omg his hair is this picture... -> alpinef1team plz stop thirsting in the comments -> youruser prolly not...

user73 MY BOY! HE'S MADE IT OUT

oscarpiastri welcome to the big leagues buddy :0 -> user82 no way we gt oscar commenting on an alpine post before GTA 6. -> paularon thanks oscar :) -> youruser so you reply to him but not to me????? -> paularon you're beside me.

user81 y/n is so unhinged i love it

user92 @.alpinef1team what was y/n's reaction? -> alpinef1team totally normal :) -> paulron they're lying she burst into tears and I had to calm her down. -> youruser i hope you don't race at all this season.

user02 PAUL ARON IN AN F1 SEAT BEFORE GTA 6

user8 didn't know they were announcing wags now? -> liked by alpinef1team

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paularon

liked by youruser, alpinef1team, pierregasly, and 765,352 others

paularon Wow. What a dream to be part of a Formula One team such as this. Thank you for the opportunity, thank you for the support, and thank you for taking a chance. Let's go racing. 🩷

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alpinef1team our favourite wag :)

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youruser

liked by paularon, pierregasly, landonorris, and 765,873 others

youruser does this bitch always have to copy me???? KIDDING! Yay, Paul is in F1! I'm so proud of my wonderful boyfriend to be coming into the big leagues with me! (ps, i'll pretend to be sick so you get a turn, but only if you actually make the fucking bed, yeah?)

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paularon thanks baby 🩷

user85 i in fact did not beat paul aron to y/n y/l/n comments...

user6 THEY'RE SO CUTE

user02 thank you queen for these wonderful photos of our man -> youruser just doing my duty ladies 🫡 -> paulron i'm just your boyfriend -> user7 incorrect, we're actually married! -> paularon ?????????

alpinef1team love for our favourite driver and wag :) -> paularon ???? I'm your reserve driver??? -> alexlabon nah mate you're just her wag -> youruser HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH -> paularon 👎

user9 the cutest couple together in one team!

pierregasly you're such a trendsetter -> youruser ikr

user6 is that photo from his first win in F2 when he ran over to y/n and hugged her so tight and then kissed her in front of everyone??????? -> paularon Yes, she took that one before I did all of the things you are describing. -> user62 MY Y/NPAUL HEART

landonorris @.paularon make sure franco doesn't steal your girl...🫢 -> youruser sadly I'm into blondes... -> paularon sadly??????? -> youruser no babe i love you just... blonde duded are the lowest of the low. not u tho... ha ha.

francocolapinto vamos! 🩷 -> youruser paws off my man -> francocolapinto i wish there was an eyeroll emoji -> youruser bitch there is 🙄 -> francocolapinto 🙄🙄 -> paularon 🙄🙄🙄🙄

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youruser

liked by paularon, pierregasly, zakbrown, and 1,248,937 others

youruser so i got a podium in australia? wtf? anyhoo, back to work for next week!

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paularon that's my girl! -> liked by youruser

user664 DID YALL SEE THE WAY SHE RAN OVER TO PAUL? SHE LITERALLY JUMPED OVER THE BARRIER TO HUG HIM. UGH I'M SO FUCKING SINGLE

pierregasly MY TEAMMATE LADIES AND GENTLEMAN! -> usr9 pierre is such a girls girl

kikagomez my girl ❤️ -> youruser my queen

oscarpiastri podium in an alpine, do i hear goated? -> youruser WINNING HIS HOME GP? DO I HEAR CHAMPION? -> landonorris just say you hate me. -> youruser i fucking hate you. -> landonorris oh... nice.

user92 the way he was looking at her on the podium ❤️ -> user7 he's so pathetic and in love i need to fuck him. -> youruser me. -> user7 GIRL WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?????? -> youruser in my own comment section? I wonder.

alexalbon GOATED -> youruser ALBON IN THE POINTS? P5? GOATEDDDDD

user8 i love how the whole grid loves her, she's like their collective little sister ->liked by lewishamilton, fernandoalonso and lancestroll

user234 anyone want to talk about the last slide or? -> youruser idk i ship it -> zhouguanyu same lowkey -> logansargeant same highkey -> user782 LOGAN SARGEANT PROOF OF LIFE?

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liked by youruser, alpinef1team, oscarpiastri, and 2,176,573

paulron ok i guess i am her wag

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youruser yeah, you're getting it tonight 😈 -> liked by paularon -> francocolapinto PAUSE -> user8 Y/N! -> oscarpiastri omfg please be normal -> pierregasly 🐶 -> landonorris my eyes! -> youruser ok mister netflix and chill. -> user637 LIKED BY PAULARON? bitch why are yall FREAKYYYYY

user347 they're so fucking cute i cannot

user892 he's so in love with her it's insane

zhouguanyu she's literally my goat -> paularon mine too -> arthurleclerc weirdly enough, mine too -> liked by charles leclerc -> fredrikvesti same...

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Every time i bring loscar picture to twt i think i should also bring them here, so i present

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so close to what

✧.* life feels worse, but good with you in it *.✧

in honor of tate mcrae's new album, i'm going to be doing an event where i write out a fic for each song! send me an ask with what a song from the tracklist and the driver and i'll write a drabble or smau based on that

requests are now closed for this event, thank you to everyone that sent in asks and i'll get started on these now!!

Miss possessive - lando, max, paul, charles, oscar, lewis -> my man - ln4 2 hands - landoRevolving door - lando bloodonmyhands - max Dear god - charles, oscar Purple lace bra - ollie, carlos, lewis, max Sports car - lando Signs - lewis, lando I know love - max, lando -> when it hits - ln4 Like I do - max It's ok I'm ok - charles No I'm not in love - kimi Means I care - lewis, oscar Greenlight - lando Nostalgia - kimi siren sounds - lando

[mickyschumacher]

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬.

this post is for my sanity but here is a list of drivers i think embody childhood friends to lovers simply just because (not proofread at all):

oscar piastri. so so so obvious. everything about him screams it. so attentive to everything about you and so goddamn proud of you. definitely only smiles like an idiot around you. refuses any other claims of smiling made by anyone else. the happiest when he's with you. enjoys watching you do something your passionate about. more certain about his feelings (and yours) than you are–like a hundred percent tells you out of the blue and is very persistent on them. like he's not shy about his feelings. but madly blushing and giggling to himself when he's with you. big on hand holding, hugging, cheek kisses... as discussed, he ain't shy. nicole probably tried to get you together first but oscar got embarrassed until he realised he needed her help. has a soft spot not just for you, but your entire presence in his life. oscar also likes to plan his dates with you. anything that makes you happy makes him happy.

mick schumacher. this is also obvious. you and mick have known each other your whole life. rumour has it you were born in cribs next to each other. you both know everything about each other. there for each other's most awkward, saddest, angriest, scariest, funniest moments. not sure if your feelings are real bc everyone from michael and corinna to your grandma has been planning for the both of you to get married. very much a blushing type of guy. he'd happily sit and listen to you yap. enjoys spending time with you no matter what. horse riding, picnics, lunch, long drives... mick would pretend they were dates until he actually told you he liked you. maybe this sounds crazy, but a pinky holder. like before you got together... this drove him crazy. such a simple act but he loves it.

paul aron. the endless nights you spent with each other as children in estonia... they were magical. all summer, you were off to the beach or walking around in the warm evenings to cool off. paul is very much in love with you and has been since he first met you. he tries to play it off, acting all cool about it and what not. "oh her? yeah she's my best friend." very happy to have you as his best friend–definitely brags about you. reality of his pretence: he is an absolute mess around you. always smiling here and there resulting in his brother ralf questioning him. thinking about you 24/7. aka very attentive. if you get sick, absolutely will not stand for it. he enjoys taking care of you. other than being in estonia with you, his favourite time with you is go-karting. teaching you what he's passionate about and then listening you lecture him about how worried you always are... it grounds him.

patricio o'ward. ah pato. the very personification of optimism itself. another one who isn't shy about his feelings but gets shy. he can't help it. how could he not love you? you were the best thing that had ever happened to him. pato loves teasing you. always claims you're smiling because of him, that you're blushing, and, wait for it... that you love him. go figure! (doesn't deny anything when people mistake you for a couple.) pato likes the domestic things with you. yes, he absolutely cherishes seeing you at his races. but he likes when it's just you, him, and norbi. like watching norbi run around the house with muddy paws and you're chasing norbi. loves cooking with you and yapping about the past. secretly enjoys when you and his sister gang up on him because he knows how much elba cherishes you. the best thing, however, is all those things in mexico. p.s. he fake proposed to you when you were kids. has the recording of it and intends to play it at your wedding.

charles leclerc. childhood lovers - CL... it's meant to be. pascale endorsed the idea early on and charles thought his mother was crazy. you were his best friend... you and him? surely not. but then he started seeing you differently. suddenly your smiles were making his heart skip. looking down at your teary-eyed face from a podium made him malfunction. the warmth of your hand was a feeling he yearned for as you consoled him. suddenly his platonic 'i love you' made him breathless and he would spend days learning how to breathe again. you always caught his lingering gazes, immediately for you to look away which got him grinning. was literally told not to tell anyone about signing with ferrari but how could he not tell you? waited for his first win with ferrari to actually tell you he's in love with you. (arthur and lorenzo had never been happier because they had been telling him to do it for years on end.) charles honestly doesn't know how formula one will go for him but he had planned his entire future with you in it. likes to carry a ring around with him because he's always waiting for the perfect moment to pop the question.

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[pha55ed]

Diet Pepsi || F2

type :: smut! tw/cw :: size kink (ollie), corruption (paul), fem!reader (all) contains :: ollie, paul, pepe, zane summary :: certain kinks that the drivers have, - "break all the rules 'til we get caught" diet pepsi - addison rae (my first smut on this acc!)

request :: i desperately need a paul fic based on diet pepsi by addison rae i dont know why i js think its such a perfect combination 🤧 also maybe bed chem by sabrina carpenter is also perfect for him - 🧸 (thank u for the request! i love ovulation songs LOL)

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Ollie Bearman | 87 size kink

He's aware that he's bigger than most people, but he loves comparing how much smaller you are to him. Hand sizes, height, weight, anything. It makes him so happy to know that he's stronger than you, it makes him feel so masculine and protective.

It's a bit rude, but honestly he doesn't care - he loves treating you like a rag doll. Using one hand to pin both of your hands down above your head so he can use you without you clawing at his back. Easily separating your thighs from each other with his strength even if you try to close them. Or his favorite, simply lifting you up into the air and fucking you while standing up - gripping your waist with two hands and lifting you up and down on him with such ease.

But don't worry, after being so mean to you he's gentle at the end. Cuddling you in his arms, he's always going to be the big spoon. Brushing your hair to the side and cupping your face, telling you that you did amazing even though you were a pillow princess.

Paul Aron | 17 corruption

There's just something about ruining your innocent image. It doesn't matter if you're a virgin or not, but the way that you're perceived by the public being so different from how he sees you. The media sees you as a sweet and quiet person, more reserved than others.

Yet he sees you in ways no one else is allowed to. And he loves that, he loves knowing that he's ruining your image, he's the one making you act so out of character.

Wearing things like a cute sweater, innocent skirts, and bows in your hair make him go crazy. He doesn't want you to take them off, he'd rather fuck you while wearing those so he can see this sweet girl get her brains fucked out.

Pepe Marti | 21 cock warming (lwk edging but it depends)

He's a busy guy with a lot of training to do. So the best way to stay close together is to simply just cock warm, it makes perfect sense. You sit on his lap, his dick in you, while he stim races for hours on ends. His bare chest is so warm and comfortable, you can't help but try to fall asleep.

But you're never able to, because the second he crashes or finishes his race - he relieves his feelings onto you. Thrusting into you by surprise, going at a rapid and fast pace. He'll only stop once he's over his anger or the next race loads in.

And once it does, he stops instantly and locks into his race. So you're left there, edged and overstimulated from the past times you've came all over him. It's confusing in your guts, but it's better to feel full than empty.

Zane Maloney | 05 overstimulation

Being a racer requires being an adrenaline junkie and good health. Perfect for you, since you get the honors of having your brains get fucked out by Zane every time he's free. He loves using all his energy and pent up anger on you. He'll spend hours fucking you without him even cumming once, to make sure that you get the best experience.

But it's never boring, as if could be with him. He loves trying new positions and adding different stimulations for you. Reverse cowgirl, doggy style, 69, every position ever made has been tried by Zane and you. Every single sex toy has also been tried by Zane and you, no matter how odd or weird.

Not only is it a good way for him to get his energy out, but he's also just a curious person. Seeing you react to certain touches, hearing you moan just a bit louder, all of it is worth it to him. It makes him so happy to know that he's making you feel good. He doesn't even care how long he has to wait till he finally cums, because any time with you is good time.

(Zane is deadass so cute like omg, why have I never looked at him??? he has tattoos? listens to podcasts for fun?? loves the US and the diverse culture??? the cutest fucking gummy smile I've ever seen????? I love him now)

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[chanelnumbermine]

2024 f2 boys when you’re on your period | f2 grid picks! x afab!reader

i tried to keep is as gender neutral as possible, i hope you enjoy! i’m still not over this season tbh, so this is me celebrating all the wonderful we made watching f2 this year! most iconic podiums, best battles and the most amazing lineup. it was a pleasure to enjoy this ride with all of you

pairing(s): ollie bearman x afab!reader, kimi antonelli x afab!reader, zane maloney x afab!reader, paul aron x afab!reader, pepe marti x afab!reader, luke browning x afab!reader;

warning(s): mentions of blood?, periods in general, maybe innuendo?

ollie bearman | prema—> haas f1

surprisingly shy about it!

doesn’t want to hurt you in any way, since you’re so sensitive and sore all over

figures its better to not say anything when you’re having an outburst

just watches you with puppy dog eyes and whisperes “can i do anything for you?”

you either burst into tears or scream at him for being so clueless and then also cry into his chest

so he just makes tea

he doesn't really know how to cook, but the british upbringing made him an excellent tea brewer

or so he tells you, knowing it makes you roll your eyes and chuckle

kimi antonelli | prema —> mercedes amg petronas

so so eager to do anything for you!

but kimi might be quite confused about things, especially if you have some weird cravings lol

he’s going to joke about those brownies or steaks, even if you get mad with him, he doesn’t understand he overstepped until you’re really upset with him

so desperate to get you to forgive him

my boy is panicking

turns into a real-life teddy bear

too scared to say anything and trusts that physical contact with do the talking for him

would put on your favourite movie and press kisses all over your cute face until you pout

"please don't pout, tesoro. can i do anything to make you smile again?"

zane maloney | rodin —> formula e

takes this time as an opportunity to get to know you even better

long talks when you can’t sleep bc of cramps and soreness

makes it a point to ask about everything and anything you might need during this time

absolutely ridiculously in love with you, this guy, i swear

has a list of things to do before you get your period

"why would you have a period tracker on your phone?"

he's totally unfazed if you scream at him, which angers you even more and then burst into tears, because why is he so??

he would kiss belly, especially if you're ticklish, just to make you smile a little

paul aron | hitech —> bwt alpine reserve driver

actually enjoys this immensely

he feels useful and that makes him feel good about himself and your relationship

snack run? watch him storm out of the apartment in seconds

blood stain? more than glad to wash your covers

takes this opportunity to bring more blankets and tuck you in

would go absolutely feral if you're particularly sensitive during this time

has to touch you all the time, just to make sure nothing bad happens to you

right? hm, sure. totally not bc he wants to see you squirm a little, nope

pepe marti | campos, redbull academy

resident boyfriend material

but so so smug about it!!!

would be disgustingly overprepared and proud of himself, bragging about what a great partner he is

especially if you get emotional about it (hormones can be rough ugh)

stops yapping once he realises you’re serious and in need some comfort

you’re in his lap in seconds, his warm arms hugging your frame

i would picture him shirtless, trying to give you as much warmth as he can as you cuddle into the late hours of the night

luke browning | hitech —> f2

that’s, my friends, a classic gentleman

he’s quite known for being close with his family, very down to earth, and mature

so i think that attitude would extend to taking care of you during those few difficult days

i picture him calling his mum to ask how to be there for you

he's very perceptive, any gaps in his knowledge are quickly filled by his keen observations and eagerness to learn

would search the internet for cramp remedies and end up with some oddly specific ridiculous one

it's either a miracle or a total disaster, but he manages to bring a smile to your face every time, so he's satisfied

let me know if you'd like more content like that or any drivers you'd like me to write for

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[babybearnation]

Male reader walking in on Oscar, Lando, Kimi A, Paul, Dino, and Dennis pulling on their underwear and the driver acting really submissive and awkward. Idk if that made sense love you husband 💕

i've done something about drivers being walked in on whilst changing before HERE but this is specific enough to do the concept again lmfao

male!reader (walking in on them naked headcanons)

cw: suggestive

oscar piastri:

oscar looked up in horror when the door to his hotel room opened - he forgot to fucking lock it

luckily, it was just you but, oh god, it was you - you were absolutely gonna tease him like crazy

you leant against the wall, staring at oscar as his boxers sat around his ankles, his fingers still reaching for them

he squeaks shyly before standing up straight, bowing his legs and covering himself up awkwardly

you smirk at this and cross over to him, delighting in the way he gets redder with each step you take

placing one foot on the underwear still pooled at his feet, you look at oscar expectantly, smirking when he shyly steps close to you

lando norris:

he thought you were still asleep on the couch, taking an unplanned nap, when the door handle turned downwards and you stepped in

his underwear was around his knees and he shakily panicked when you locked eyes with him, dropping the material to the ground

you didn't hesitate after that, crossing over to him and pulling him close, your fingers digging into his hips

lando whimpered at your touch, blushing softly as he tried to avoid your searing gaze

that made your cock twitch so you pick him up, sitting him on the edge of his desk and chuckling when he gasps at the cold surface

but because he's so good for you, lando instantly spreads his legs, shyly begging you to do something

kimi antonelli:

he was one of the last left at the track, therefore he didn't lock his driver's room door, but as it opens, he thinks he should've

turns out to just be you, so kimi starts glaring, still so "upset" with you over what you did

what did you do? why, you made him cum in his pants - henceforth why the dirty underwear are currently slowly falling down his legs

there's a heavy look in your eyes as you click the door shut, locking it behind you before stalking over to his rapidly overheating form

you don't say anything, you just pull kimi into your arms, kissing him softly and delighting in the whimper he lets out

it takes another hour before you two leave the track, kimi leaning on you - if anyone asks, he's just sleepy, but you know the truth

paul aron:

he knew it was you moving around downstairs so he continued getting dressed, not paying attention to you

bad idea because, as he's changing, he hears a wolf whistle behind him, shrill & loud

turning around, he meets your eyes before flushing, unexpectedly shy under your intense, lust-slick gaze

the way you looked at him was hot and heavy and paul decided to take the first step, kicking his underwear off and crossing to you

you start teasing him about how easy he is and how desperate he must be for your cock, something that winds him up

you can't carry on for long though, not when paul tearfully begs you to do something because he just needs you so badly

dino beganovic:

the sound of his hotel door opening has dino stumbling, falling to his knees as he watches you walk in

seeing dino stark naked, on his knees and looking up at you, you can't help but smirk, your cock stirring in interest

dino stands up quickly, his underwear still tangled around his shins, causing him to stumble again

you catch him before laughing, teasing him about how silly it is for a half naked boy to fall perfectly into your arms

dino slaps at your chest, garbled protestations coming out of his mouth as he tries to pull away from you

you pick him up and carry him over to the bed, pulling the boxers that started this all out of the way, flinging them across the room

dennis hauger:

you should've been asleep on the bed behind him, entirely unaware of him changing his underwear in the middle of the night

he'd gotten a bit excited in his sleep and had grinded against the sheets, quietly murmuring your name

you'd been awake the entire time, listening to all his pretty sounds and waiting for him to get up

when he feels arms around his waist and a hard cock pressing up against his ass, he freezes, heat rushing his entire body

he shakily asks why you're awake and you delight in telling him you heard everything and now you want your fun

dennis drops the fresh pair of underwear he's holding, quick to grind back against you as he begs you to do something

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hear me out:

threesome with paul and ollie

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ONE, TWO, THREE, NOT ONLY YOU AND ME!

FORMULA ONE DRIVERS X READER

SUMMARY: Paul and Ollie get a little tipsy and can’t seem to keep their hands off you. Or each other, for that matter.

WORD COUNT: 1.3K

WARNINGS: Threesome (again), drunk sex (reader is sober), sexual tension between Paul and Ollie, guys kissing warning, P in V, reader is AFAB, double penetration, breeding kink if you squint, double creampie? so many warnings i’m sorry. warning for so many warnings. warning for apologizing

FEATURING: Paul Aron x Reader x Oliver Bearman

NOTE: I’M HEARING YOU OUT 🚂🚃🚃 ANON. Also Paul’s arms in that picture… 🤤

YOU HAD NEVER SEEN YOUR FRIENDS LIKE THIS BEFORE. It was almost… Disturbing to watch? It all started with your very own birthday. Paul and Ollie, your two closest friends, came over to wish you a happy day and share some drinks with you, and watch movies. Overall, a good night. However, as you were seated upon your couch with a glass of wine in hand, which has gone completely untouched, you start to hear laughter on the other side of you. You pry your eyes away from the movie to peek at them, watching them giggle and tease each other like school children.

They weren’t shitfaced, just slightly tipsy. So you had to wonder how long they had been thinking about this to finally act on it with only a few beers in their system. You rolled your eyes, placing both hands on either of their chests and pushing them apart. “Hey, jackasses! No kissing on my birthday.”

“Ew, gross,” Ollie slurred slightly, shaking his head. “No way!”

“Yeah,” Paul agreed, some of his current drink sloshing onto your couch. You groaned and step back, searching the room for a towel. “We’re just joking, relax.”

You sigh and grab a nearby napkin from dinner and opt to use that to clean up Paul’s little mess. Your hand instinctively travels to his lap where he happened to spill, gently dabbing the droplets of alcohol away. He’s gone deathly still in the meantime, his cheeks puffed out while he holds his breath. “Hey, look. It’s legal, I don’t mind, just don’t do it in front of me.”

“Y/N you’re gross,” Ollie laughed, lightly smacking your arm. You shift, your hand brushing against Paul’s crotch. His breath hitches, and he shifts softly.

“Hey! Don’t hit me, it’s my birthday.” You smacked him back, and then he retaliated like a cat by tapping your arm. You turned to Paul, and when you found his frozen, paled face, you paused. “Hey, everything okay?”

He swallowed thickly. You watched his Adam's apple bob, and then he nodded. You weren’t entirely convinced, but you decided to let it slide this once.

“You guys are making a mess.” You comment. Ollie shifts, slightly nudging Paul’s shoulder, causing him to spill once more. Again, on his lap. “Really?”

“Really.” Ollie replied with a cheeky, cat-like grin.

You stormed off to the kitchen to grab a proper towel this time, and when you came back, they went completely silent again. You were suspicious—it seemed like they were talking about you. You held the towel out for Paul, but Ollie suddenly grabbed your wrist and guided it down to the other man’s lap, making the poor guy flinch.

“N-No!” He stumbled over his words, yanking the towel out of your hands to do it himself. You raised a brow, but shrugged it off.

Just as you moved to walk away, a pair of strong arms wrapped around your hip, pulling you down. You fell back against Ollie’s broad chest, his lips right against your ear as he nuzzled his way closer.

“Y/N…” He whined out, his voice slurred. Paul was watching with wide, hungry eyes. “I want you to touch me too…”

“What?!” You shrieked, freezing in place. Ollie placed sloppy kisses to the back of your neck, his hands moving back to travel along your sides. He tugged at the hem of your shirt, but made no further moves. He was waiting for permission. “What’s going on with you two?”

“Can we share you?” Paul blurted out, his tongue darting out to wet his suddenly chapped lips. His throat felt dry, and his hands felt clammy. They both seemed to pause as if they were waiting for your response.

You blinked, your hips shifting, which caused Ollie to groan. Although it’s shameful to admit, this decision didn’t take a lot of thought. “Yes,” you muttered quietly, your cheeks warm with shame. Oliver wasted no time sliding his hands up your shirt, yanking it off over your head.

You gasped when Paul dove in, pushing your bra down just beneath your tits to latch onto a nipple, massaging the other with his hand. They were quick with it, like they had it planned… You had to wonder if that’s what they were talking about earlier.

“You’re so hot,” Oliver whispered, turning your head to kiss your lips. You moaned as he pressed his erection into you, moving your hips against his.

Paul whined, and you pulled your lips away to give him a turn. He smiled against you, moving even closer to press his chest to yours. Ollie’s hands snaked down, pulling off your skirt. He rubbed his lanky fingers over your pussy through your panties, collecting some of the dripping arousal on his fingers.

“I bet she’s so tight,” Paul muttered to Ollie, kissing your neck now. Ollie chuckled under his breath, lifting your hips to slide your panties down too. “Think she can take both of us?”

“No way, too small…” Ollie rebutted, his fingers sliding into your hole to test the waters. He curled them, enjoying the way you squirmed in his lap and cried out an incoherent response. “But it doesn’t hurt to try.” He moved your hair aside to kiss your neck right behind your ear. “You want that, sweetheart? Two cocks inside you?”

You were too busy riding his thick fingers to really think straight. You nodded weakly, choking on your own sounds already. Just as your orgasm began to form, he slipped his fingers out with a ‘pop!’ leaving you hopeless.

They both fumbled with their belts and zippers while you tried to catch your breath, your hole already clenching just at what was about to come. Ollie slid in first, kissing your neck to ease the initial sting. He was long and skinny, hitting your deepest points. When you looked down to Paul’s cock, your eyes widened. He was girthy with a decent length—the mirror opposite of Oliver’s.

Ollie grabbed your hand, guiding your small fingers to the other man’s length, moving your hand up and down. “Gotta get it nice and wet so it can slide right in,” He whispered, his big hand covering yours. Paul groaned, his cock twitching and veins pulsing.

Ollie pulled your hands away, letting Paul fill you up right alongside him. Your walls stretched around them both, making room for their respective lengths. You squeezed Ollie’s arms for support.

They both erupted into soft whines, incomprehensible words flying from their lips. Your ears were already ringing from pleasure, your legs quivering as they were pushed even further apart. “I can feel your cock r-… Rubbing against mine,” Paul muttered shyly, hunching himself over your body. Ollie caught his lips in a kiss, the two of them pounding into you while they shared a soft peck.

It was way hotter than you expected it to be.

Their little pecks turned into full blown making out, tongues sliding and everything. You could feel them fighting over your pussy from within. The room was filled with squelching, moans, and the smacks of kisses.

Eventually they pulled away, and Paul kissed you again while Ollie sucked at your neck like a damn vampire, leaving behind deep purple marks.

“Want us to come inside?” Ollie whispered in a soft groan, his teeth nipping at your ear. You nodded, and Paul gave a week, stuttered chuckle.

“Yeah? You want… Want us to fill you up for your birthday?”

“Yes!” You squealed, having already met your climax multiple times now. They grinned nearly simultaneously, each of them gripping you as they released one after the other, filling you up.

Paul pulled out first, letting the cum gush out of you right before Ollie followed. You fell back into his arms, panting to catch your breath.

“Told you she could handle it,” Paul commented as your consciousness slowly began to fade.

“Guess you were right.”

[muxas-world2]

CURRENT SITUATION IN ALPINE/BRIATORE

[georgiasbrainstuff]

So sweet seeing Paul Aron serve tea and chocolate chip cookies to the Alpine staff (and Ted Kravitz lol)

[no-144444]

꩜summary: you don't need gifts, just him.

꩜pairing: paul aron x fem! reader

You weren’t into the lovey-dovey shit, it just wasn’t what you needed. Maybe that would change with age, maybe it was just something that was hard-wired into you. But you just weren’t interested in gifts or flowers, you just wanted to spend time with Paul. Your love language was definitely spending time together, and his seemed to be anything but.  

He didn’t seem to understand that. Yes, you appreciated the small gifts he sent you, you thought the flowers were sweet, you recognised how nice it was to receive little love notes. All you really wanted was to spend time with him. So you wrapped up at work and flew to Barcelona, just wanting some time with your boyfriend.

Paul walked into his hotel room, exhausted from his day of reserve driver duties. He pulled off his team kit polo and walked into the bathroom, starting up the shower as he brushed his teeth. He was exhausted. It was good practice for whenever he’d get a seat, but the F1 calendar was packed. Going from timezone to timezone felt exhausting, and he wasn’t even driving. It’s not like he wasn’t used to it, he just… needed a break. He wanted to see you. He wanted you to hug him and kiss him and tell him everything was alright. Tell him he was alright. Tell him he was doing a good job. 

Just as he was thinking about you, you appeared in the doorway, one of his hoodies on and some tiny sleep shorts. He could’ve sworn he was seeing things, then you walked into the bathroom and wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly. “Missed you,” you mumbled against his chest.

His hands finally sprung into motion and wrapped around you. “Holy shit,” he chuckled in disbelief, toothbrush still in his mouth. He quickly pulled it out and cleaned it, then ducked his head and kissed you. It was perfect, the kind of tension-releasing kiss. You noticed how his shoulder relaxed, how he felt a lot more fluid in his movements, how he smiled. It just made you want to kiss him harder. You did. You leaned into it, wrapping your arms around his neck and surging forwards, just wanting one thing. Yeah, maybe you’d been sexually frustrated while away, and maybe it was because nothing could make you cum as hard as he could. 

“I need to shower-” he started, but you just kissed him harder, your hands finding his hair and pulling. He groaned into your mouth and all he could think about was you. 

“Me too,” you whispered as you pulled back. You quickly pulled off your hoodie and shorts, revealing everything. He swore he’d never been happier to be sweaty. He wrapped his arms around your waist as you pulled his shorts and boxers down, pushing him into the shower. 

Still as he kissed you, he thought back. “Did you get the flowers?” he asked as you began your assault on his neck. It’d be bruised tomorrow, and he couldn’t bring it upon himself to care. He grabbed at your waist, very much soaking in the moment. 

You didn’t stop kissing him. “I don’t,” a kiss to his jaw. “Give a fuck,” a kiss to his lips. “About flowers,” you were hungry for it, and he could tell. He knew what you wanted, and he planned on delivering, even if he left slightly offended by what you’d just said. You grabbed his hands and placed them on your ass yourself. “Touch me.”

After you two cleaned yourself off in the shower, wrapped yourselves up in comfy pyjamas, and collapsed into bed. There was a moment of quiet comfort. A small insecurity crept into Paul's mind. What if you hated the gifts? What if they annoyed you? What if it was too desperate? You were only meant to be hooking up anyway.

“What did you mean?” he questioned, turning to face you. As much as he enjoyed what happened in the shower, he still felt a bit… unappreciated. He liked giving you things. 

“What?” you questioned. “What did I say?” 

“You said you didn’t care about flowers,” he shrugged, fixing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I send you flowers all the time.” 

You saw the deflated look in his eyes and felt something pull at your heartstrings. “Paul, I love that you want to send me flowers, and it’s really sweet. You’re really sweet. But I meant what I said,” you saw the panic and disappointment in his eyes, and quickly finished your sentence. “I just want you near me. I don’t need the gifts.”

His visible panic ceased and he smiled. “You’re sure? It doesn’t annoy you or anything?”

“You could never annoy me,” you chuckled, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he wrapped his arms around you and drug his head into your neck. “I just want you here.”

He nodded against your neck, smiling. “That, and my dick-”

“Paul!” you scolded, playfully slapping his hand away, but he just squeezed you harder.

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take me back to monaco – pa17

the one where you celebrate your boyfriend taking the lead of the championship.

genre: smut

pairing: paul aron x reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it!!!), oral (reader giving), all other typical smut stuff

author's note: a piece for all of us who wish we were still in monaco <33 so so delayed, im sorry, but i really enjoyed writing this and i hope you enjoy reading it too!! 💗 (and i knowww they dont have drivers rooms in f2 but... just let me have this okay...)

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paul is practically glowing when he makes it down from the podium and into the hitech garage where you're standing. he gives ralf and karl another hug each, before his eyes land on you – and then, he's standing in front of you and pulling you into his embrace in no time.

he lifts you into the air and twirls you around, sweaty forehead pressed into the side of your neck, but you don't mind even the slightest. "championship leader, huh?" you ask when he sets you down on the ground, smiling into the kiss he presses to your lips.

"finally," he answers, cocky as ever, pulling you in for another hug.

his bottle of podium champagne is almost empty when he hands it to you and you can't help but laugh at the guilty smile forming on his lips. his eyes follow the way you lift the bottle to your mouth, adoring the grimace you pull at the bitter taste. he gladly takes the bottle from you when you offer it back, emptying its last contents in his own mouth before placing it on some counter next to you.

"come on," he says, hand wrapping around your wrist and pulling you away with him as he starts moving through the garage. you don't even have time to ask what's going on – not that you want to, anyway. a championship leader should never be questioned.

the kisses he presses on your lips are hungry from the second he closes the door to his driver's room behind you. his hands waste no time finding your hips, pulling your crotch flush against his. you can't help but gasp into his mouth at the feeling of his hard-on poking into your thigh. "already?" you ask, eyebrows raised when you pull away from him.

he leans forward to seal your lips again, not wanting to be away from you for even a second. "been thinking about you all race," he lets out, trailing a series of hot, wet kisses down your throat. his teeth slightly graze your sensitive skin and you tilt your head to the side, allowing him better access.

"and yet, you did so well," you tell him around a hum. "how do you want to celebrate this?"

"i think you know." his voice sends vibrations along your skin. he pulls away, his darkened eyes staring down at you as he places a hand right under your jaw, thumb stroking up and down your throat. "get down on your knees for me, love."

he can tell from your kisses that you're just as needy as him; the way your lips part for his tongue instantly is a dead giveaway, along with the string of whines that slip into his mouth when his thumb presses down harder on your throat. your hands on his shoulders guide him to walk until his back meets a wall, forcing him up against it. without breaking the kiss, you hastily pull down the zipper of his suit, helping him pull his arms free before letting the suit hang by his shoulders.

as much as you love how good he looks in his white fireproof shirt, it covers way too much of his skin, so it needs to come off, too.

you need his help to pull it off his body, the sweaty and champagne-soaked material sticking to his skin like glue. it's a big hassle, but it's all worth it when you hear his sweet laughter as he, too, struggles with his stripping. once your eyes meet the sight of his muscular upper body, you can't hold back from leaning in to press your lips along it. the urgency of it all has his stomach twisting in anticipation, your touch leaving his head spinning.

his skin is sticky in the best kind of way, the sweat-salty and champagne-bitter taste filling your senses instantly. your fingers grasp at his sides as you move further down, your tongue swiping along the creases of his abs, but his hand reaches for your cheek just as you begin kneeling down. "hey, wait a second."

when you blink up at him, his expression is much softer than you'd expected; his gaze is full of adoration, warmth, love. "what's wrong?"

he pauses for a second before shaking his head. "nothing," he says. "i just... wanted to see your pretty face."

"you..." a tiny blush creeps onto your face, though you're sure you can blame it on the heat of the situation. "you're so silly..."

"silly, maybe. but i'm also the luckiest man in the world."

your heart swells in your chest at his words, the situation suddenly growing much more intimate than you'd expected. you and paul are no newbies to a quickie on a race weekend, but it usually never goes quite like this. these words of affection and these love-filled eye contacts are reserved for late-night lovemaking sessions in his apartment or back at the hotel.

not that you mind, of course.

"just... you looking up at me like this..." you try to turn your head away, cheeks heating up at his words, but paul's hand on your face tilts you back. "knowing that you're all mine..."

"all yours."

you seal your words with a few kisses along the hemline of his boxers, before tugging it down just a little bit. then, one of your hands reaches into them, pulling out his dick and letting it spring up against his stomach.

you take him in your hands, moving them up and down along him a few times, and paul groans immediately. when you shoot him a glance, he's thrown his head back, lips slightly parted, and the sight is almost too good to tear your gaze away from. you look down at the other pretty thing, leaning in to press two kisses along one side of his length, then two kisses to the other side, before sealing it with a peck to his tip.

five kisses for five podiums.

your thumb begins to rub circles around his tip, smearing out his precum as your mouth begins to work with little licks up the underside of him. as your lips wrap around him and you finally take him in, he lets out your name in the form of a sigh, his heart pounding hastily against his ribs. a hand slips into your hair, fingers getting lost in your locks and nails slightly grazing your scalp as you take as much of him as you can.

"god, you're..." he says, voice thick and rough as if it takes all his effort not to let the moan in his upper chest escape. "so good..."

when he hits the back of your throat, it takes a few moments for him to remember how to breathe, his head empty except for the thought of you. he looks down at you with a reverent, almost worshipping look in his eyes. he just can't stop staring, the sight of your red cheeks and your lips around his dick making him unable to stop his hips from bucking a little. you can tell he's holding back, trying not to give in and push into you, but he lets out a content sigh once you start moving.

his breaths grow quicker and needier when you pick up the pace, a shiver shooting down his spine as he feels your tongue swirling around him. his fingers tangle in your hair, grip harder and helping guide you ever so slightly, and you blink up at him almost instinctively.

you love seeing him like this; almost vulnerable, as he gives himself up to you completely, fully at your mercy. his adam's apple bobs before he lets out a deep, guttural moan. you hum at the sight, which causes him to let out a babbling mess of your name and a bunch of swearwords, the hand in your hair suddenly pulling you back.

a few strings of saliva connect you to his length when he holds you back, the confused look in your eyes, along with your parted lips, making his heart flutter. his hand moves from your scalp down to your cheek, urging you up to stand again. "i want to... come inside you..." he explains, still breathless. "is that okay?"

"anything for you," you assure him, eyes softening as they see the gentle smile on his lips.

paul's hands find your hips and spin you both around, your breath hitching when he pushes you up against the wall. his lips are back on your neck in just a second, his hands trailing down your body and reaching under your skirt. one hand settles on the inside of your thigh, thumb stroking up and down the skin, as the other pulls your panties to the side to allow him to run a finger along your folds. "so wet already?" he asks, faux innocence in his voice. "just from sucking me off?"

your hands land on his shoulders for stability when his fingers fill you up, eyes fluttering closed as he spreads and curls them. it doesn't take long for him to deem you stretched out enough, pulling out and wiping your wetness all over his cock. you drape your arms around his neck, leaning your forehead on his shoulder once he rubs his tip against your core, before slowly slipping into you.

a curse falls from your lips, a painful yet perfect stretch spreading through you. "feels like... your ego isn't the only thing that grew from that podium..." you gasp, feeling him push in a little deeper.

paul lets out a wholehearted chuckle, letting one of his hands reach up to bring your face off his skin and press a quick kiss to your forehead as you adjust to him. "taking that as a compliment," he mumbles, brushing a few strands of hair out of your face with a tender caress. he keeps still for a few moments to let you adjust, before starting his gentle thrusts.

one of his hands holds you up against the wall by your waist beneath your dress, while the other one has a firm grip on your ass. you use your last bits of energy to jump up just a little, hanging both of your legs around his hips. not long later, he picks up the pace, way too needy to go slow right now.

"you feel-" he starts, moving his hand from your waist to where your body meets his, fingers finding your clit with ease. "so- so good..." he alternates circles with little flicks of your bud, and you can't help the sting of whines that fall from your lips. "god, you have to stay quiet, unless... you want my entire team to hear..."

just the thought of any hitech staff – or, much worse, ralf or karl – hearing you makes something boil in the pit of your stomach, your insides involuntarily clenching around paul. you hide your face in his bare chest, letting out a few muffled sounds when he buries himself deeper and deeper into you. it's all getting too much, his pinches and vibrations against your clit in combination with him hitting that sweet spot deep inside you with every pump threatening to push you over the cliff at any second. "fuck- i'm going to-"

he feels your breasts press into his chest as you arch your back into him, your walls tightening around him when your orgasm washes over you. you throw your head back against the wall as you try to catch your breath, your arms around his neck pulling him closer to you. the feeling of your pulsating insides is just way too good, and the moan he lets out when he climaxes is way too loud – but he really doesn't care right now.

he spills his load into you, his hold on your underside trembling when he feels you contract around him one last time. he feels the mixture of his cum and yours dripping out from between you, and he knows already that the cleanup is going to be a mess – but that's just another thing he simply couldn't give a fuck about.

when he finally recovers the energy to open his eyes and look at you, his heart clenches at the sight of your messy hair and dazy expression. "what a day, huh?" he asks with a chuckle, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. "monaco is amazing."

a dismissive sound vibrates from the back of your throat. "it's not monaco. it's all you, baby."