Mark Webber Masterlist

I smile like an idiot when I see my man, who’s not my man, on my television screen.

harmony

{lewis hamilton x fem!reader}; {feat. toto wolff}

in which lewis persuades you to skip work for sexy times.

warnings: smut - woken up with oral, hold the moan vibes + having to keep quiet, oral sex (fem!receiving) while on a phone call, fingering, orgasm denial / build up, dom/sub controlling vibes if you squint with a tiny bit of light choking, semi-exhibitionism, dirty talk and fantasizing, unprotected sex, blatant lying to one’s boss + poor grasp of how f1 engines work on this author’s part (please suspend disbelief)

written for the kink bingo challenge - noise control

You wake up to the feel of his tongue against the flat expanse of skin below your belly button, tracing sinuous circles lower and lower, until he reaches the part of you he’s dying to taste. His fingers are pressed against your thighs, pushing them apart as he wriggles under the duvet, and even though you can’t see him, you can feel him - the scrape of his rough stubble, the heat of his mouth all over you, making you whimper at the sensation of his soft, wet lips touching your skin. You pull down the covers, exposing his braided hair before his wide, brown eyes peek out at you, and he’s smiling, flashing his white teeth at you as he strokes the insides of your thigh with his soft cheek.

“Good morning, beautiful.” His voice is always gruff in the morning, and the sound instantly prickles your skin with awareness and want, and you start to reply when his fingers gently part through your pussy, his thumb gently rubbing at the bead of your clit lazily, teasing you. “I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.” It’s barely dawn and you’re groggy from sleep, but the instant he dips his head to lick a wet stripe up the parts of you he’s touched, your eyes widen and suddenly, the rush of adrenaline and the promise of sex makes your body shiver awake.

“I’ve got to get ready for work in twenty minutes,” you protest, weakly, as his tongue traces erotic shapes between your legs, alternating with gentle little kisses that make you want to whimper and moan his name. His warm hand curls around your hip as he practically worships the softest, sweetest parts of you, lapping with his tongue at the altar of your thighs. “Mmmm,” he whispers, hot breath teasing you, making your body grow hot with desire. “Can’t you call in late? I need to taste all of your sweet, wet cunt. Now.”

You shudder as he seals his mouth over your clit, the suction of it driving you crazy, making you want more, more of anything and everything he’s got. You reach down to stroke his shoulders and cup the back of his head, tight with his braids, and he hums with affection, his eyes watching you with a glint in his eyes - desire inscribed all over his face. His hand trails down the outsides of your thighs, stroking you there, softly, rubbing little circles that make your breathing hitch. “Gonna fuck you with my tongue, love,” he says, and when he makes good on his raspy promise, your hips leap off the bed, feeling the slick, flexible shape of his tongue press deep inside you, curling deliciously into parts of you that’s almost too good to bear. You slide fingers into his tightly wound braids, undulating and gasping that it’s too much and not enough at the same time - wanting roughness, tenderness all at once. He pulls away, breathing heavily - and you relish the sight of his mouth and chin, glistening with your wetness, his saliva.

“So good for me, baby.” His smile is so wide, and it squeezes at your heart to be at the receiving end of such open praise. “You can take more, can’t you?”

You’re barely coherent when you tell him, “please, holy fucking shit - please, more?” He grins, leans down for a final kiss along your soft lips.

“I’ll give you everything you need, baby,” he pauses, like the most evil, opportunistic man alive, “if you call up work now and tell them you’re not coming in today.”

Your eyes widen when you register the thing he’s asking you to do. “Lewis. I can’t - I have so many things to clear today. We’re working on the engine-”

He gives you a faintly pitying look. “You work too fucking hard, my love. Don’t you deserve just one day off?” He lets a slow smile cross his face, his voice dipping into dangerously low territory. “One day where you get to spend all day in bed with my mouth between your thighs and my cock deep inside you.”

You can’t repress the shiver that runs through your whole body, with the erotic timbre of his voice, the sultry way he looks at you - hands wide on your thigh, thumb stroking absently as if to remind you constantly of his touch, to whet your appetite for more.

“Lew.” You chew on your bottom lip, as he raises his eyebrows in a playful challenge. “The boss would kill me.”

“Toto is very understanding.” Lewis assures, his fingers growing restless, sliding to the inside of your thigh and up its slope. “He won’t suspect a thing.” The soft pad of his index finger traces along the juncture of your legs, his feather-light touch along the seam of your pussy somehow more erotic than it has any right to be. You shiver, and Lewis ups the ante, making slow, sinful circles around your clit. “Promise.”

The assurance in his eyes is enough to make you grow bold, and when he tips his face in an unspoken, deliberate order to get your phone from the bedside table, it’s pure instinctive desire that drives you to do so - wanting to please him and only him. You start to look for the number for HR, ready to be done with this call in under a minute, when Lewis taps your thigh and makes you look up.

“Don’t call the admin office. Call Toto himself.” His smile turns almost devious. “I want him to hear it straight from you - that you’re not coming in today.”

As far as requests go, it’s still fairly innocent. You swallow against the intimidating thought of calling Toto, knowing that his displeasure will certainly come through the call, and you really hate making him upset. You think about the way his arms would look in rolled up sleeves, crossed over his broad chest and his mouth turning sullen as he stands to his height above you, and the thought is…

Well… it’s something.

Lewis grins at your face, as if reading your thoughts almost telepathically. “Are you blushing, babe? You down bad for Toto, huh?”

“No!” You hurry to defend yourself, but Lewis just smirks knowingly, the picture of cocky confidence, and it’s kind of hot, actually, that he’s not at all threatened by the way you might just have a tiny little bit of a crush on your boss. “I just… he scares me sometimes, and I hate disappointing him.”

Lewis kisses your hip in assurance. ‘You couldn’t ever disappoint him. He likes you, even if his face doesn’t always show it.’

You shake your head, doubtful and not at all reassured, and your fingers are shaky when you pull up his number and press call. Lewis beams, the pleasure on his handsome face making him even more unfairly gorgeous than you can bear. “Such a good girl,” his voice drops a register, as he bends down and lets his tongue trace a line down your hip and over the mound of your pussy.

Your mouth drops open, and you squirm against him, even as the phone continues to ring in your ear. “Lew! Stop that.”

He chuckles, but doesn’t pay attention, holding you tightly in position for his mouth to explore. “Keep perfectly still for me. And be perfectly professional with Toto, yeah?” You watch with unfolding worry as his fingers spread your legs wide and he dips for for another taste…

You grow frantic. “Lewis! I’m going to cut off this call and-“

“No.” He orders, between swipes of his tongue at your sweetness. “Stay on the line, sweetheart.”

Your stomach drops when Toto answers curtly, voice deep, reminding you of a headmaster that’s ready to dish out punishment. It’s too late to back out of the call now, and Lewis’ eyes sparkle when he realises this. His tongue licks gentle, teasing strokes up your cunt, and you shudder, on the precipice of moaning.

“Hello? Yes?” Toto’s always straight to the point. “Is there a problem with the-”

“No. Toto, I’m sorry to call.” You clear your throat, watching helplessly as Lewis smirks to himself and continues to busy his mouth with your cunt, lapping torturous, zig-zagging motions through your wet centre, letting his tongue tease sinful circles around your clit. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to steady your breathing. “I… I won’t be coming in today.”

“Oh.” He pauses, and you hear the shuffling of papers. He sounds distracted. “Why not?”

Lewis squeezes your thigh, and you open your eyes to look right down at him, those gorgeous warm eyes laced with a sensual streak, and the smirk you can only feel against your softest parts. He sucks against your clit, his fingers teasing at your wet entrance now, and your cheeks grow hot as pleasure grows. “I’m sick.” You barely get out, trying to keep your voice as neutral as possible.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Toto says, as heat coils low in your belly to the tune of Lewis’ hot, wet suction, building you up towards a sensation that’s so ridiculously good, you’re dying to cry out. You bite down on your bottom lip, a hand reaching down to fist into his neat braids as your hips rise to press more firmly against his mouth. He moans appreciatively, and you release a shaky breath. Toto’s voice continues, assertive in your ear. “Have you gone to see a doctor?”

“Soon,” you clear your throat again, overriding the impulse to cry out. “But I have enough medication to cover me, I think.”

“Mm.” More papers, and in the background, someone’s talking to him, which takes his attention away for a couple of seconds. Meanwhile, Lewis is unrelenting, devious, his cheeks flushed and now wet with your slick, with the thrill of getting you off in such a precariously sexy way. You pull the phone away from your face to let out the tiniest little whimper, and Lewis makes a low, appreciative sound, a renewed desire to chase that noise all the way until you explode.

“Well you better be getting some rest.” Toto’s voice is measured and even when he speaks again. “Is Lewis there with you?”

Your eyes widen, and Lewis, who can faintly overhear the exchange, pulls away for a second to chuckle. “Yes,” you tell Toto truthfully, because there’s never been any reason to hide your relationship. “He’s uhm… he’s here.”

There’s a fondness that enters his voice when he replies. “Well I hope he takes good care of you.”

You didn’t think you could blush any hotter than right now. Lewis winks at you, and you swallow down a shudder when he returns back to the sacred space between your legs for a long, indulgent lick. “Y-yes. He’s being so very good to me.” You can’t help the little hitch in your breath that escapes, as Lewis rubs the bridge of his nose against your clit, his flexible tongue dipping inside you so he can taste inside. He ventures inside you so deep that your back arches against the mattress, and you struggle to contain yourself and the noises that threaten to spill forth. Lewis looks at you, eyes lust-drenched and irresistible and you moan.

That sound you make doesn’t go unnoticed by Toto, and you hear him get up to close his office door, before sitting back in the chair that creaks a little. When he speaks again, his voice drops a register. “What’s he doing for you, hm?”

Your cheeks burn as you look away from Lewis. “N-nothing.”

“Oh. That’s disappointing,” Toto says, and you can almost imagine the tiniest grin curve up on his face, his forearms with rolled up sleeves now on his desk. “He really ought to be a better boyfriend…”

“H-he is,” you splutter, half caught between embarrassment and worry that he’ll fire you in an instant - or worse, that he’ll stay and listen. The image of Toto listening in, privy to your most secret and sacred intimacies with Lewis, makes you want to hang up instantly. Lewis doesn’t care - he revels in your discomfort, your struggle to maintain your professional facade, your composure. He slides two fingers inside you, curling upwards to rub against the sensitive spot inside you that he has grown accustomed to touching, and your whole body squirms, growing molten-hot, dripping with unfulfilled yearning. You exhale roughly when you manage to tamper down the tide of pleasure, and Lewis smirks when you say, weakly, “He’s… he’s just taking care of me.”

“I bet he is.” Toto’s voice grows almost unbearably low, and this time, there’s an unmistakable gruffness that underscores his words. Your eyes grow wide with realisation when Toto says, “I think I can hear him taking such good care of you.”

Fuck. You definitely should hang up, now.

Lewis murmurs, “put him on loudspeaker, babe.” When you give him the most horrified look of indignation, he strokes your thigh reassuringly. “Trust me. I know you’ll love it.”

There’s nothing - nothing more thrilling than this: the mischievous, cocky arch of his brows when you lose all sense of self and comply with his wishes. Whatever Toto’s thinking about, what he’s able to hear from you two on the other side, you don’t trust yourself to imagine, but you hear the rough edge of his voice that comes through clearly from the loudspeaker, “Please don’t let me interrupt. I just have a couple of questions about the engine if you’re not going to be coming in today…”

Toto’s mean, keeping you on the phone line like that - it’s punishment, surely, for faking an illness. He grills you about the pneumatic valves, and you’re fighting against the way your brain melts from the torture Lewis enacts between your legs, trying to piece together information for Toto that’s at least vaguely professional. You gasp when Lewis’ mouth closes over your entrance, tongue reaching out to lick you there, wet and hot and flexible, making soft little moans. “You taste so good,” he whispers, almost too-loud, “so sweet and good for me.” His tongue pushes right inside you again, and you jerk against the bed, whimpering, on the cusp of begging him to stop - or worse - to let you cum.

“Shhhh,” Lewis warns, eyes crinkling at the sides - gleaming. “Gotta be so quiet, baby.”

So instead of moaning his name like you’re dying to, you rattle off to Toto about the new design of the valves in your shakiest voice, how they’re guaranteed to be more efficient without compromising the speed of the car, the fuel/oxygen conversion, the balancing act you’ve struck between efficacy and the weight of the engine. Between your legs, you’re walking that tightrope sensation of staving off your orgasm and getting so fucking close you just might scream.

Toto clears his throat, and you can hear the impatient shuffle of papers again. “Right. Remains to be seen if it’ll actually work, but I think we can give it a try.”

Lewis smiles - Toto’s tough, but fair and realistic. You twist in the sheets, impatient to be let off. “I’ll send an email about the inner workings-”

“That won’t be necessary,” you can almost hear the smirk Toto gives. “Make sure you rest. I’ll leave you in the excellent hands of Lewis, and please remind him to return you back to us when he’s all done with you.”

“Yes, Toto,” Lewis’ calls out, eyes gleaming with sensual promise even as his thumb rubs over your clit now, keeping you on the edge. You let out a shivery breath and tell Toto, “I’ll be back tomorrow.”

“Take care, you two.” Toto chuckles, then clicks off.

“Fuck you,” you start to scold, but then Lewis dips back down at your pussy again and does this illicit thing with his mouth that has the protest dying right in your throat. “Fuck. Lewis.”

“Look at you, being all professional on the phone. God, you know what your technical vocabulary does to me, don’t you? My girl’s so competent,” Lewis says, tenderly, pride filling his voice. All you can manage is a nod, already on the edge of something quite explosive, already beyond mindless from the sweet suction of his pretty mouth. He laps his tongue flat against your clit now, feeling your wetness grow as he builds you up again. You shudder audibly, the sounds of your exhales matching his own ragged breathing. You know Lewis hears it too - and there’s this flash of a smugness he gives you, as if he loves this game so much - the adrenaline of putting you on display, not letting Toto know while he’s tuning you up, still running through him even after Toto’s hung up.

A little part of you wonders what would have happened if he hadn’t hung up.

“Lewis, oh my god,” your voice is too desperate, too full of shame and need - as profane thoughts start to infiltrate your mind that don’t just centre around your boyfriend. In response, Lewis moans, and does this filthy thing with his tongue that’s the very definition of mindfuck. Your heels dig into the sheets bunching around his body, hips twisting in the agonised-pleasure of an almost orgasm, and he fights to keep his mouth on your pussy, but he’s strong and good at what he does.

“Please, please,” you beg, tears in your eyes, and just as you think you cannot take it anymore, he spreads your legs even wider and truly buries his face there, groaning as if he’s half-starved and you’re the last, delicious thing he wants to feast on.

“Lewis… fuck, Lewis!” You thrash against the sheets as an orgasm crashes into you with an intensity that floors you, and he rides the wave with you, eyes blazing, mouth relentlessly dragging out every bit of your pleasure. When the last tremors fade, he laughs with pure, heady pleasure as he kisses your belly with his dirty, slick mouth, smearing your juices on your skin. You’re panting like you just ran a marathon. Lewis’ eyes are so sparkly, so pretty, when he’s this turned on and looking straight up at you.

“Pass me the lube,” he whispers, motioning to the side of the bed that’s just within reach. You comply, and he holds out his hand for you to shakily squeeze a generous dollop of it onto his palm. He reaches down to you, spreading your legs wide, before letting two fingers gently graze over your entrance, touching the sensitive skin there and guiding his fingers in little teasing strokes, making you even slicker for him.

“So pretty,” he says, and you want to protest, because he’s the pretty one when he’s above you like this, glowing with a ethereal aura around him as he looks down at you, full of confidence. Angelic is the word that comes to mind. You watch, captivated by the stretch of the tattooed fingers that wrap around his cock, his eyes at once hungry and so full of tenderness and trust, and your heart can’t stop racing when he leans over you, his thighs bracketing yours.

“Please…” you beg, wrapping arms around his shoulders as you get him right atop you, and he smiles down indulgently, in a look that promises you anything you ask for. “Want you, Lew.”

“Just me?” He teases, and you roll your eyes at his jibe. You know he will never let you live this down - now that he knows about your little crush on Toto.

All teasing aside, you press a kiss to his nose, his Cupid’s bow, and tell him, “You know I want you.” His eyes soften at your admission, growing serious now. “I want you in all the ways a person can want another.”

He looks almost bashful at that - like he’s not expecting such a confession in the midst of a playful morning fuck. “You have me,” he says, taking your hand in his and pressing it to his lips. “All of me. Always.”

Something in your chest melts at his words.

“Relax for me,” he whispers as he runs his cock along your wet, sensitive folds, pressing gently against you, wet with lube and with precum. His cock is so hot and throbbing that it makes you tighten your grip over his shoulders. He brushes his lips over yours, kissing you from the distracting stretch of himself in you, going slow, careful to let you adjust. Lewis is so gentle, and the way he fills you up with such care makes you fall in love with him just a little bit more. “That’s it…” he says, voice husky and slow, “that’s my good girl.”

You kiss him as his fingers wind around the curve of your hip, giving him leverage to move inside you with a rhythm that comes so instinctively to you both, until you melt into the sheets - into him entirely. The haze that surrounds you, heady, dizzying, makes you whimper almost brokenly, unable to form coherent sentences any longer. Dimly you register his fingers sliding up from your hip to your waist, coasting over the curve of your breasts before he slides it over the column of your neck for a gentle squeeze at the sides. He likes these little reminders that you’re his to use - to play with - to tease into mindless ecstasy.

“More, Lewis,” you beg, and he presses his fingers into the gentlest chokehold, before easing up on you, fingers light around your neck, with a grin that tells you he likes it when you sound whimpery, desperate. He fucks you faster now, hissing at the way your fingernails dig into his back, moaning when you drag them down. He whispers your name against your lips between wet, open-mouthed kisses, and you tighten around his cock at how full it feels, having him inside you.

“Bet Toto would’ve loved to hear this,” he says, and you swear at him, because he’s dragging out this fantasy, making you crazy, getting you close as his fingers reach down to rub your aching clit now. He’s close, too, you can tell, from the way his breathing goes ragged, his eyes dark and wide with lust. “You’d let him hear me fuck you, wouldn’t you?”

You only cry out, bucking against his touch, his thrusts. You don’t trust yourself to answer.

“Yeah I know you would. You couldn’t be quiet because you’d want him to hear you get filthy for me, wouldn’t you?” His voice is still so smug but there’s the tiniest tremble there that you can hear. It’s so sexy, knowing he’s getting off on it too.

You thrash against him, whining now with the shame of loving what he’s saying, feeling so hot you feel like you might combust. “That’s too dirty, Lew.”

“You love me saying slutty things to you.” He groans, his hips snapping against yours erratically now. He’s so close. “Especially if Toto’s just near enough to hear it, huh? Bet your moans would get us both in trouble.”

You groan, and clench around him at the thought.

“Fuck, I need to come,” Lewis says with a urgency that lights up something primal in you, as all tension breaks apart inside you, and suddenly you’re coming, pulling him closer to you as you shudder uncontrollably, crying out his name, the thought of Toto listening to this at the back of your mind, spurring you on.

Lewis buries his face in your neck and comes inside you deep, and you can feel the spurt of his cum in you - hot, messy and reckless, as he shivers and makes sounds that are better than any dirty fantasy you’ve ever had. He collapses beside you, arms still wrapped around your body as his lips press to your neck, your skin pebbling under the hot brush of his breath. You curl your arms around his back, thoughts of work all forgotten as you kiss the parts of him that are just within your reach. This is all you need, right now. Just him, and no one else.

“I need a shower,” Lewis murmurs, sounding exhausted. You reach behind his neck and massage the line of muscles that connect from the base of his scalp to his shoulders and he hums in gratitude. He always aches there when he eats you out for extended periods of time.

“Thought you were going to stay in bed with me all day,” you half-complain, as he turns his neck to allow your fingers to massage a new spot.

He flashes a bright grin at you, going limp under the touch of your hands. “That depends… are we going to have to make more phone calls to get you going again?”

Your bright blush and squeak of indignation makes him burst into laughter that echoes off your bedroom walls. He’s so terrible - but he’s yours.

All yours.

—

I started on this way back in august of 2022, when i was deranged and decided i wanted to explore more ‘hold the moan’ type of scenarios. There might have been an earlier draft of this story where Toto actually joins in (askjhdakjsdhs) but it was too much for my brain to handle and I didn’t want it to detract from Lewis in any way. So maybe we’ll do a Toto one another time (maaaaaybe).

I really struggled to write this for months but eventually I just needed to finish it and let it be. It spiralled past 4K territory and I was slowly but surely losing my mind. Thank fuck it’s done and I don’t have to think about it any more. Also i seem to love writing stories about skipping work to fuck… it’s clearly a kink that resonates.

I’m a bit nervous to have this out cause i haven’t written for him in so long, but I loved writing Lewis in this so much - he’s a really cool mix of sexy, sweet, playful to me, and i def want to write more for him (so send inspo?). Inspiration from this was taken from ‘every kind of way’ by H.E.R.

Would love to know what you thought, or if you’d like to just scream about how mindlessly hot Lewis is at me <3

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my other fics can be found on the pinned post of my tumblr!

all my love, ivy

ride that like a Mercedes - t.wolff & l.hamilton

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threes company

requested: y but also n

pairings: Toto Wolff x fem!famous!reader & Lewis Hamilton x fem!famous!reader

warnings: not intended for minors + sexual acts mentioned(not very many details)

a/n: I’m back with another one of these! I was told by an anon that they loved my previous fic like this so why not create another?? there is also no crazy age gap between the reader, Toto and Lewis in this. shoutout @monzabee for helping me finish this! feedback is always appreciated xx

《 the following content is not intended for minors. 》

the roars from the screams and cheers break through your noise canceling headphones, the garage practically rumbles with excitement watching Lewis pull another podium. it’s thrilling, watching Toto pump the air and high five surrounding team members. everyone’s happy, including you.

you got the best view of the whole Grand Prix, Toto Wolff. sure, the fast cars and endless laps of excitement were what people paid for, but the view of him could never be tiring.

his white Mercedes dress shirt sleeves were bunched up from stress, glasses that he once was wearing were tossed to the side, and that crinkled smile was just everything to get a girl wet. and you’re one of those girls.

“good race to watch?” he asks, Austrian accent shinning through, he pulls you in for a side hug as you congratulate him on another successful race.

“it certainly was fun to watch.” you smile up at him taking in all of his features; the lines of stress on his forehead, the crinkles by his eyes from laughing or smiling, and those beautiful, oh so beautiful, brown eyes.

he bends down so only you can hear him, “I noticed that you had more fun watching me than the drivers.” he picks his head up from his whisper and moves along the team to Lewis and George to congratulate them both.

you’re struck, you thought you played your glances and stares off, but he saw them all. every single one of them Toto knew you were looking, and every time you weren’t looking, he took the chance to look too.

he knew tons of pretty women who were interested in him, and it wasn’t that they didn’t strike him, but they weren’t you. he’d been looking for someone that sparked something in him, and somehow you just did it.

its not until the lights are out and the night life trickles in when courage finally washes through you. you’re confident he feels the same way, so when you guide him to the dance floor and his hand naturally falls onto your hip, it’s all the signs you need. he wants this.

it’s not long until you’ve got the Austrian billionaire cornered in the private restroom, clothes flying every which way and raspy moans escaping left and right from both of your lips. it’s all good, he thinks he’s lost his touch after months of nothing, but the multiple orgasms tell him everything.

this felt better than a 1-2 win.

—

this is your home turf, modeling, runways, fashion shows, it’s all yours. you expected him to be here, you expected to see him, but not this soon. not after what’s happened two nights ago.

he’s got that gorgeous smile on his face, beautiful brown skin is glowing under the lights as he slips through the curtains to say hello to fellow models and makeup artists.

he’s always kind, always being just a sweetheart, it’s no surprise you find yourself in the position you’re in. your lips on his, hands roaming, nails dug into his tattooed skin.

he acts normal the whole show. claps when he needs to, looks when he’s supposed to. but you feel those eyes on you, they are just different than the way he looked at anybody else. you could see out the corner of your, focused, eyes he’s licking his lips before leaning to whisper something to George. it’s all making you anxious, you want to get off this runway, and just run away with him.

he gets you when everything is done. clothes you’ve modeled are back on the hangers, makeup is off, and you’re in nothing but bra and panties.

he takes the time to stretch you out, lips suck and pull your exposed skin. he sees the marks that the makeup did a good job of covering, and he just sucks over them and makes new ones where the other guy didn’t.

little does he know, the other guy? was his own boss.

tenderness // mick schumacher

summary: soft aftercare with mick <3

authors note: first post of 2023 :)) thanks for sticking with me !!

mick has known about his gfs anxiety and vulnerability around sex since the early days of the relationship and they promised to take things slow

he’s always been the sweetest and most attentive lover in and out of the bedroom

so when she starts crying after their bout in the sheets one afternoon, his first instinct is to panic

“what’s wrong, leibling?” he says softly, using his thumb to brush away the tears

“it’s been a weird week. my emotions have been all over the place.”

snuggling into micks side, resting her head on his chest as he kisses the top of her head softly

“and the adrenaline drop isn’t helping.” he said quietly, running his fingertips over her skin

“it’s okay, schatzi. i love you, y/n. and I’ve enjoyed every minute we spent in this bed today.”

he’s flicking in his mind through this little imaginary file deck of things that they usually do together after sex and he’s trying to decide what might relax or cheer her up the most

because he’s not always okay when she’s not okay, especially if there’s nothing he can do about it

“do you want a warm shower, maybe we’ll take angie for a walk afterwards?”

“I’d really like that.” she says, tangling her fingers with his. “if I join you in the shower, do I get a scalp massage?”

warm showers have always been one of micks favourite ways to reconnect after sex

just holding her close, standing skin to skin under the warm water, massaging the aches out of her body

✨scalp massages ✨

massages are one of her absolute favourite things

massages have started many a night of passionate sex, like the afternoon they’d just had, which started with warm massage oil and a stress relieving back massage and had ended with two orgasms

but his all time favourite form of aftercare is a romantic walk with angie and his girlfriend

to him it’s the most intimate thing in the world: something as mundane and normal as walking his dog with the woman that he loves

they dress after the shower, in comfortable clothes and stolen kisses as they let angie into the bedroom

“who’s a good girl?” y/ns face brightens instantly when she sees the dog, kneeling down to scratch angie behind the ears, tail wagging furiously

it’s a perfect way to end the afternoon

walking around genolier holding his lovers hand on one hand and Angie’s leash in the other

it’s so mundane and casual, breath fogging in the air as they buy hot chocolate from a street vendor

he wouldn’t have it any other way

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Two insane F1 and MotoGP fans with a multitude of unhinged thoughts who write together.

🐝- Resident Dom George expert of the blog. Unapologetic lover of Nando. Mentally dating Lewis Hamilton.

🐻- Resident Sub Fabio expert of the blog. Sebastian Vettel is my wife. Unapologetic about how some (most) of these drivers have strong sub energy.

Mainly writing for: Lewis Hamilton, Charles Leclerc, George Russell, Daniel Ricciardo, Sebastian Vettel, Fernando Alonso, Nico Rosberg, Fabio Quartararo, sub Lando, occasionally Carlos Sainz - Will not write for Max Verstappen and Sergio Perez.

Warning: Every single thing we are going to write will be 18+ NSFW, but will be tagged. 

Trans!reader versions of the fics over at @trans-carboysandbikemen

Pls send us any thoughts u have- we love to hear them!

Masterlist: 

George Russell:

George's Rough Night (Driver!Reader)

Part 1

Part 2

Use me up (ft. Lewis Hamilton)

When the sun goes down pt.1

Fernando Alonso:

Feed My Ego

Childhood Bedroom (ask)

Constant Craving

Good Luck Charm (ask)

Phoning it In - (ftm!reader version here!)

Lewis Hamilton:

Use me up (ft. George Russell)

Consolation Prize (ask) // Part 2

Pecco Bagnaia:

Soft Worship (ask)

Fabio Quarteraro:

It's like a reward (AFAB GN!reader)

Lando Norris:

Sub Lando Thesis

NAUGHTY LIST— DBF!Jenson button x reader

Day one

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Your parents were going out on vacation without you which you were fine with because it gave you an excuse to stay with your older boyfriend who just coincidentally happened to be your father's best friend.

“OK, so what’s your idea?” I asked Jenson, leaning forward over the kitchen counter.

“Well, you see I was thinking that we should spend Christmas together this year,

Just you and I”

“I like that idea,” I say biting my bottom lip suggestively

He smiles seductively back

“Maybe I could give you a gift that you could remember me by”

“Uh huh, what kind of gift?” You asked teasingly

He begins to inch closer to you “Maybe a gift that I won’t have to leave your side, to remember our time together” Jenson says walking around the counter to stand behind you. You stood there as Jenson grabbed you by the waist pushing himself against you pressing his crotch against your ass.

“I think that sounds lovely,” you said, turning your head to look at Jenson from over your shoulder.

He smirks seductively back

He continues to inch closer and closer

He wraps his hand around you

Brushes the hair off of your face

And in a swift motion, he turns you towards him

And then slowly moves his face forward

And he kisses you on the lips.

He leans into the kiss

His body against yours

His face still pressed against you

One arm still wrapped around your waist

And he whispers into your ear

“Merry Christmas darling”

“Merry Christmas Jenson”

“I have the perfect gift for our special Christmas together darling” Jenson smiles seductively again

He then begins to unbutton his shirt

And removes it from his body to reveal his torso underneath

“Do you like what you see darling”

He grins seductively.

“Yes I do actually”

His smile fades as he pulls away

He looks into your eyes

And he caresses your face

He slowly traces his finger along your cheek,

Across your lips,

Down you to the chin, and your neck

His fingers travel down to your chest,

He traces your collarbone,

He takes his fingers under your shirt and runs his fingers along your skin,

Then his hand travels back up again,

You feel a gentle touch along your leg, He leans into you again and his mouth meets yours

He slowly wraps his other arm around you

He pulls you against him

He pulls you in close

One hand still runs along your cheek

And the other holds you under the chin

He softly moves his hand around to your back

And he caresses your back up to your shoulders

You close your eyes and take in his warmth

And you can feel his heart pounding

He leans his head forward

And he slowly moves his lips along your neck

He runs his lips over your neck down to your collarbone again and he begins to kiss it lightly

His hand still caresses your back

And he leans into you

He looks into your eyes

And you notice the passion in his eyes

He moves his hands down to your hips

And he gently pulls you closer

He moves his hands down your hips

And down your thighs

He moves one hand to the inside of your thigh

And he softly kisses your neck again

“Maybe we should go to the bedroom,” you said, tugging on the strands of hair at the base of Jenson's neck, arching into him.

He smiles seductively

“I think that’s a fantastic idea darling” he whispers

He pulls away from you and then gently takes your hand

And he walks you to the bedroom

He gently closes the door behind you

And he turns you so you’re facing him

He wraps his hands around your waist

And he pulls you close once again

He gently pushes you against the bed frame

And he leans into your ear

“I want you to know just how much I need you”

He whispers in your ear

“Just how much I want you”

“Just how much I desire you”

“Just how much you make me feel so wanted”

He looks into your eyes

His eyes filled with passion and lust

He slowly leans into you

And his mouth meets yours

His tongue gently explores your lips

He wraps his arms around your body, one hand holding the back of your head, and the other wrapped around your waist, pulling you close.

He kisses you passionately, his hands stroking your hair as he explores your mouth with his tongue

He pushes you to the bed

And he climbs on top of you

His hands still caressing your hair

His one hand still wrapped around your waist

He learns more of his weight on you by taking off your shirt And he whispers in your ear

“Just how much I crave you, just how much I want this” He begins to kiss your neck again

Slowly kissing his way down to your collarbone

He pulls down your shirt and begins to kiss and nibble at your chest. Jenson grabs one of your hands and binds them to the bedpost with a string of colorful Christmas lights repeating the same thing with your other hand.

“What the hell? Christmas lights, that's a new one” you said.

“Just trying to get into the holiday spirit” Jenson says, kissing down your chest.

“Trust me I’m definitely feeling the holiday spirit”

“Well then I hope you’ve been a good girl all year because after I’m done with you we’ll both be on the naughty list” Jenson says pulling down your pants and underwear looking back up at you.

“Bring it on old man” you say smiling.

Jensen's eyes darkened with lust “oh trust me princess I will” he says pulling your thighs apart.

You knew one thing and this had to be the Best Christmas ever….

INDYCAR DRIVERS AS ROMANCE BOOK TROPES

summary: I give romance tropes to my favourite funky indycar men. if y’all actually want to see me do any of these, please tell me in the comments 🫣

dedicated to my bestie @magnummagnussen who helped ghostwrite and give her ideas on a few of the tropes! (sorry for not including sting ray bestie, I have his trope to callum!)

pato o ward

reverse grumpy sunshine!!! pato is a bright ball of sunshine and in an ideal romance book he would pair with a girl who is a little grumpy (just a little bit) and cynical about falling in love and then dear sweet patricio would sweep in and show her just how magical being in love can be and show her that soulmates are real and life doesn’t have to be doom and gloom all the time

josef newgarden

single dad x nanny trope! I can see this playing out as recently widowed josef (probably not the right word) struggling to balance being the only caregiver for his son next to his racing career. cue y/n, the nanny he hires to watch after his son while he’s away and competing. he’s scared to fall in love again because he’s still grieving what he once had, but his son grows attached to y/n and how could josef not fall in love with someone his son loves so much?

kyle kirkwood

second chance romance! he lost her once, and now that she’s back in his life he won’t give her up!! the way I see this one playing out is that maybe they were together before kyle made it to the big leagues, back when nobody in america knew his name. but while she was deciding which ivy league scholarship to choose, Kyle is thinking about his career. she gives him an ultimatum, and he picks racing. so she goes to her big fancy school and forgets about him. but when a family tragedy brings her back to florida and she comes face to face with kyle, who is now a grand prix winner, hes desperate to keep her from being the one who got away.

colton herta

accidental pregnancy!! their relationship was falling apart, the distance and the pressures of colton’s career. eating them alive. words were said that couldn’t be taken back. so they called it quits, he moved to nashville and she tried to keep her head down and finish school. until she missed her period. her world seems to be ending with those two little lines, but she still cares about him. she can’t just keep coltons child a secret from him, this disaster is as much his fault as it is hers. so she goes to indiana the weekend before the 500 and she tells him. tensions are running high between them both, but they’re trying to do right by each other and the baby, and the experience reminds them that maybe they were meant to be together all along.

marcus armstrong

brothers best friend!!! y/n ilott knows that marcus is off limits. since she was fifteen she’s thought all her brothers friends were gross anyways. marcus was always by far the most annoying. fast forward a few years and they’re racing together in the same series again and suddenly marcus armstrong isn’t a gross as she remembers. and has his voice always been that sexy?? but callum can NEVER know.

david malukas

wrong number! let’s face it this man is too lazy to make contacts for half of the names in his phone. he was so sure that was sting rays number. why wouldn’t it be, the man from idaho had typed it in himself. turns out, it wasn’t sting ray at all, but some random college student who lived over a thousand miles away. he starts to text her when she gets bored, eventually progressing to face time calls, and begins to get flustered once he has a face to put with the personality. ends with him flying out to meet in her in person.

christian lundgaard

fake dating! he shouldn’t have done it. every bone in his body told him not to do it but the panicked look on her face was enough to make christian agree to pretend to be her boyfriend to scare off her cheating ex boyfriend, who was making her seriously uncomfortable. it was just supposed to be for the weekend, until the guy started leaving her alone. but a lot can happen on one race weekend and suddenly it doesn’t seem so fake anymore.

callum ilott

childhood friends to lovers! they were always just supposed to be friends, but if that’s the case, why does callum hate her new boyfriend now that the relationship is getting serious? why does y/n still feel like something is missing? cue a drunken night out leading to the hottest sex callum has ever had and lingering questions on both sides about what they really truly want out of life and love.

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@clemswrld @httpiastri @libraryofloveletters @sidcrosbyspuck @scuderiasundays @scuderiamh @lorarri

ohne leuchtturm

➝ request: could you write something angsty where the reader and toto had a previous relationship but broke up/divorced due to him never being home and then one night [...] they encounter each other at a bar in her hometown

➝ word count: 2,3k

➝ warnings: alcohol consumption, angst and sad toto

➝ author’s note: well, is like miley says, "nothing breaks like a heart".

Sitting alone in a corner of the Esterházykeller, you were sipping a pint of beer without much interest. You probably looked ridiculous, being alone at a bar, but you didn’t care. Your mind was not with you as you sat inside that stuffy pub in the heart of Vienna.

You were thinking of the night you first visited that bar, so many years ago.

It was one of those hot and rainy summers in the city, perfect for staying at home, reading a book, or cooking yourself dinner. It was your favorite way to get your mind off of the constant grind of numbers and figures you dealt with at your day job.

However, some colleagues convinced you to go out for a night instead of spending another quiet evening at home. They’d picked one of the oldest bars in the city, and you decided that it wouldn’t hurt to get out for the night. 

"How naive", you thought to yourself, taking a sip of beer.

You remember it being very warm outside that night, years ago, and the rain had made it humid, and it was even warmer in the crowded bar.The fans scattered across the ceiling of the establishment did little to cool the place. Loud conversation mingled with laughter and the sound of mugs clinking and cutlery scraping on plates. As you followed Fritz and Lena around the bar, you started to wonder if that was a good idea, especially after someone that almost knocked you over with their elbow, sloshing the mug of beer you had in your hand. 

You caught yourself and turned around, catching sight of the tall man that was now responsible for the front of your blouse being soaked with icy liquid. Irritated, you were about to say something unkind to him when your eyes met his. As he apologized, you felt like the lively pub around you had gone silent, and all you could hear was the sound of your heart beating in your chest.

— Would you like another beer?

You sighed as your attention turned back to the present. Ten years later, you were sitting in the same bar, with the same beer, and the same tall man standing in front of you. 

— Toto?

— Good evening, Y/N — he said, with a small smile.

— What are you doing here? — you asked, dryly. You weren’t sure you actually cared.

— I'm visiting the children — he replied, hesitating for a few seconds — Well, visiting Rosi. She's in university now.

— Studying Biotechnology, right?

— Yes. And English literature.

You smiled.

— What about Ben?

— He’s in California, studying business.

— Is he preparing to be your successor?

He laughed.

— Definitely not, and you know that.

Of course you did.

After your first disastrous interaction, Toto made sure to make up for the embarrassment he’d caused you by ordering your another pint of beer, as well as a ride back to your flat. The initial kindness turned into an exchange of phone numbers. A few phone calls later, you met up with him again, in the exact same bar.

Before you realized it, you’d fallen completely in love with his wide smile, his deep voice, and his brown eyes, especially the way they showed so much emotion. Toto was the one, the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

Your companion. Your partner. Your love.

Until he wasn't anymore.

— How are you? — he asked, sitting down in the seat across the booth from you. 

— I'm fine — you murmured, looking down at your beer mug.

— Still working at the bank?

— Yes, still at the bank. And you, still flying around?

Toto smiled sadly.

— Yes, still flying around.

You weren’t sure what to say. Looking down at your half-empty mug of beer, an ache came to your chest.  “Why would I expect him to have changed?”, you thought, pursing your lips.

You weren’t some naive little girl. You knew from the time you first met him that Toto was a busy man with a demanding job that entailed more days traveling than not, flying all around the world, working on the project that he’d said was “the most important of my life”. You accepted it initially, without hesitation, choosing to accompany him, traveling with the team to races around the world. It was worth it for you to give him your support, and more importantly, your love.

However, at some point, how you felt about the F1 circus changed, and how you felt about his team changed. You no longer felt like they were a family that had taken you in, but your competition for the attention of the man you loved, and dedicated so much to.

It was a fight that you knew you were going to lose, but you insisted on fighting anyway.

— Did you expect another answer? — Toto asked quietly, making you look up at him.

— Honestly? — you shot back, your eyes returning to the whitish foam in the mug — No.

You’d never been good at lying. 

— I thought you’d have gotten better at lying  since we broke up, Y/N.

— I'm not lying.

— Yes you are. I know this because you never look me in the eye when you lie to me.

— It’s very presumptuous of you to assume that you know whether I’m lying or not, Torger — you replied, your voice filled with more acid than you’d intended.  However, that only made Toto smile.

— You really haven't changed at all, Y/N — he muttered, before signaling to a passing waiter and ordering two more pints of beer.

An uncomfortable silence stretched between you. As much as the bar was crowded and stuffy, you felt an uncomfortable shiver run through your body. You felt transparent, like Toto could read you like a book that he casually picked off of a shelf after years of being placed there. You felt like, even years later, he knew every word and every paragraph of you. 

When the waiter brought out the fresh glasses of beer, Toto thanked him before taking a long sip. As he set his mug down, he had a little foam on his upper lips, which made you smile.

— You’ve got something there — you muttered, pointing to your mouth.

— Oh yeah — he said, wiping his mouth — Thanks. At least now you can say that you've seen me with a mustache.

— A rare sight, considering you're incapable of growing a beard.

— I'm not incapable, I just don't like it — Toto answered — And you know that.

— I think you should try it again. It could make you look more handsome.

He smirked.

— You mean you still think I'm handsome?

— If I didn't, I wouldn't have stayed with you for six years, would I?

— You could have stayed with me for my personality.

— No — you said, taking a sip of beer.

— Or my performance in bed — he said quietly, a smirk on his lips.

You rolled your eyes, taking another sip. You could deny it, but it was pointless, especially when Toto knew you so well. You had stayed with him for his handsome features, and for his kind, thoughtful personality, but it was the way he made you feel in bed that made you stay long after your relationship had become torture.

Toto knew your body like no one else. He knew how and where to touch you, to kiss you, to make you feel like you’d gone to heaven. He knew what every little sound, every whisper and gasp meant from you, he knew all of your little quirks. He always knew exactly when you were about to climax, because of the way you would dig your nails into his shoulder, and he used this knowledge to incredible effect.

And then, he became hell.

There was more silence at the table, the two of you staring at each other, searching for the right words for that moment.

— You still haven't told me the truth.

— About what?

— If you expected me to give another answer about my work.

You sighed.

— Yes, Toto, I expected another answer.

— Did you expect me to step away from Mercedes? 

— I was hoping you realized you could be — you hesitated, the word stuck in your throat. You wanted to say, you needed to say it. But after four years, it no longer made sense. He had moved on, just as you had moved on. However, you couldn't help but look back.

— Could be what?

— Using your time better — you finally said, looking back down at your mug, which was already nearly empty. Toto smiled sadly at you again.

— You still think Mercedes is a waste of time, don't you? — he asked.

— I just wish you could have been content with sticking to one role — you shot back.

— You know that…

— I know, I know, that you were never one to sit in an office — you interrupted  — I know. I was your partner for six years and I know how restless you get. But as much as I admire that about you, I abhor it, because that's precisely what robs people of you when they need you.

— Do you think the team takes me away from other people?

— No. You do it yourself — you replied emphatically.

Toto looked at his mug thoughtfully. The conversation had veered into dangerous territory for both of you. It had been painful to realize after a long time that you always put your relationship with Toto first, but you weren’t his priority. Even years after the painful end of your relationship, you still felt like it was a wound that was open and bleeding.

After all, you still loved him.

You loved his dimple-framed smile, his deep brown eyes, and his unkempt hair. You loved his voice, the way his accent danced with his words, and you loved his laugh. You loved his bad jokes, his witty observations and his far-fetched ideas.

You loved him.

— Can I ask you something? — he murmured, his eyes still fixed on the mug.

— Yeah?

— Would you be able to ever forgive me, Y/N? — Toto said, raising his eyes to look into yours

— For what?

— For taking myself away from you?

You felt your heart pounding again.

You had waited a long time for those words, almost an eternity. But now, you got no satisfaction out of hearing it — it only made you more sad.

— I don't think apologizing to me is the way to go.

— Isn't an apology what you wanted to hear, Y/N?  — he asked.

— Maybe, but what's the point now? — you said, feeling your throat tighten.

— But, I want to fix things...

— You're four years late, Torger — you said, cutting him off. You felt your eyes start to sting at the realization that it was too little, too late. The conversation you were having with him, calm and civil as it was, needed to have taken place on the warm summer night that your relationship imploded, but neither of you were ready to have this conversation back then, or at any time in the last four years. You weren’t sure you were ready now.

— Y/N…

— We should have sat down a long time ago and defined what we wanted from each other, and from our relationship. We should have been more mature and more rational instead of yelling at each other over everything. But, if you ask me, I'm sure even if we had talked, it would have ended in the same way — you said, trying to keep your voice even as you held back the tears threatening to fall from your eyes. You didn't want to cry, but at the same time, it was like your heart was begging you to let out all the pain you've been carrying since the day you left Toto's apartment, never to return.

He stared at you for long seconds, before drinking what was left of beer in the mug.

— We would have been married if we'd talked.

— I couldn’t marry someone who is already married to their work — you snapped.

— It’s not too late for a divorce…

You laughed.

— You would never give up the team, Toto.

— For you, I would — he said, making your stomach churn — For you, I'd give up the team, all of the travel, the busy schedule. I would give up the houses in England, Switzerland, and Monaco. I’d go back on my decision to not have any more children and give you as many as you wanted to have. I would give up everything for your love.

A tear trickled down your face. You quickly wiped it away, trying to bring yourself back to the present. That was hypothetical, not real. You would never get back together, it was a fact. But knowing that Toto would be capable of all that made your heart beat faster.

Maybe your love didn't go away, but was just buried under so many years of sadness and frustration. Maybe it was still inside you, hibernating, waiting for the time when the winter between you would come to an end and the spring flowers would finally bloom. Maybe he just needed that conversation.

Grabbing your bag, you got up from the table, your face fixed in a serious expression. 

— Are you leaving?

— I don't want to be out too late.

— Do you want a ride?

— No… no, I’m fine. — you replied, while looking for your wallet — How many beers have you had? I wouldn’t get into a car with you.

Toto smiled.

— I suppose that’s fair.

After placing a twenty Euro note on the dark wood of the table, you were about to turn towards the stairs leading outside when you felt his hand close gently around your wrist.

— Y/N.

— Yeah?

— If you still want this… I still want this.

Giving you a pained little smile, you could only say one thing.

— Goodbye, Torger.

RED DRESS

Kimi Raikkonen x Reader x Sebastian Vettel

“Will you put that red dress on? The one with the really low…” He trailed off, his hand trailing down his chest, referencing your after party dress that you wore in Monaco that left very little to the imagination. Live on air: Sebastian Vettel was hitting on you. Not only was this highly unprofessional, but humiliating as well. Being the only female Formula One presenter had its perks, like the young girls who confided in you their hopes and dreams of being in your shoes one day, but days like this made you wish they never had to experience this form of extreme embarrassment.

Sebastian was a good looking man, no doubt about it, but his cocky personality and his disregard for others overshadowed his looks, and now all you see is a flirt with no sense of shame.

In order to avoid making the situation even worse, you pulled the microphone away from Sebastian and let out a forced giggle, “ok, and it’s time to go! Ladies and gentleman: Sebastian Vettel!” Sebastian walked away, being beckoned by his manager to take part in what you could only assume was another post-race interview. Your cameraman gave you the signal that you were no longer being filmed and you let out a frustrated sigh, “every-time!” you said turning to your co-host. “Every-time I’m forced to interview him, he pulls one of his stunts, embarrasses me, and then leaves with this satisfied smile on his face! It’s like his only goal is to publicly humiliate me!” You begin walking down the grid with your co-host, away from the podium area, and even further away from Sebastian.

“He was just messing with you,” your co-host insisted, trying to lighten the mood and hopefully end the Sebastian-centred conversation. “He’s just finished a physically taxing, almost 2 hour long race, let him have his fun.”

“There’s a difference between fun and embarrassing someone on worldwide television, and if you couldn’t tell already, Sebastian was doing the latter.” You turned around and made your way to the cab you had called earlier to take you back to your hotel, not wanting to continue the conversation, as its forcing you to think about the German driver longer than necessary.

—————

It wasn’t only Sebastian who insisted on giving you a hard time, but his fellow driver and podium sitter, Kimi Raikkonen.

The Finnish driver didn’t always irk you as much as he does now, in fact you grew quite close over your shared years in the sport. It wasn’t until Sebastian made the move to Red Bull, that his flirtatious attitude rubbed off on Kimi, tearing a rift in what once was a close friendship. The change wasn’t sudden, but small actions that made you wonder what possessed Kimi to do such things. One of the first comments he made that stood out to you was during an after party, celebrating Kimi and his latest win. Although parties were never your idea of a night well spent, it was practically necessary in order to get into the good graces of certain cold-hearted drivers. Sipping on you martini, huddled up in a booth in the corner of the Monegasque club, your thoughts were suddenly interrupted.

“You look good.” A voice says somewhere behind you, turning around, you see the last person you’d expect to be dishing out compliments. Kimi Raikkonen, in a night club, wearing a suit. It was like looking at a fish out of water. Instead of being visibly uncomfortable, like he usually was in large social gatherings, you noticed something different in his eyes; something darker.

“What?” Although you may have heard the Finn’s kind words the first time around, it was so out of character that you needed reassurance that it wasn’t just something your mind made up to pass time at the after party.

“I said you look good,” repeating his words, Kimi slid into the booth to sit beside you, he smelled of booze and cheap cologne, proving one of your manly assumptions about the driver, that he’s too preoccupied in his own thoughts to indulge in luxuries that he was more than able to afford. Noticing Kimi’s thigh grazing yours, you slid down the booth to create some space, taking note of the slight frown that he now wore. Before you were able to inquire on the sudden change, your co-host called you to the dance floor, insisting that you dance with them and not “sulk in the corner like a loser.”

You looked at Kimi, giving him a sad smile, a way of apologizing and saying goodbye, before being dragged to the clubs centre. You never brought up his actions again, but some part of you still wonders what would have happened if you stayed in that booth a little bit longer.

————

The Finns actions never bothered you, until he, like Sebastian, decided to bring the flirting into the eyes of the public.

Kimi’s second win of the season, interrupting Sebastian’s winning streak, brought out a side of Kimi that had yet to be seen. Proud of not only winning the Italian Grand Prix, but also successfully stopping his rival from rewriting the sports history; Kimi was ecstatic. After getting weighed after the race, he sauntered over to you with a newfound confidence in his step.

“Kimi! Your second win of the season, almost 3 months after your first; how does it feel for your hard work to finally pay off?” You asked with a smile on your face.

“It feels good.”

“Any plans to celebrate your massive win?” You wonder, trying to keep the conversation alive.

“What are your plans?” He asked with a smirk on his face.

Not him too, you thought. Although Sebastian’s incessant flirting was embarrassing, the last thing you needed was another driver who enjoyed seeing you flustered in front of the millions watching at home. Fighting back an annoyed sigh and trying not to sound as flustered as you feel, you answered “ I don’t think I have any plans made,” you said looking over to you co-host, silently begging them to save you from this nightmare.

“That’s good news for me then,” Kimi smirked, “Ill text you” he said walking away as your next driver came over to be interviewed.

————-

You never expected him to actually text you, assuming it was him playing up the flirting for the cameras, until you got back to your hotel. Checking your phone after a long day, you see his name pop up. There was no “hello” or “how are you,” but an address. Quickly typing it into your search engine, your jaw dropped.

It was a nightclub, the most exclusive in all of Monza.

A few minutes passed and you received another text from the Finn. It simply said,

“wear that red dress.”

If Daddy Knew || T.W x Horner!Reader

Warnings: 18+, hair pulling, oral (M&F reviving), handjob, fingering, degrading kink, praise kink

Wordcount: 2.1k

If she knew how this would end up in the long term, she would had agreed to go with her father a lot sooner

She would always say no if she was invited to a Grand Prix and to come to the paddock

She hadn’t always been the most social person, and she was scared she would mess up her words or don’t talk at all

This time was different

She felt confident that day. She has been invited again, and she said yes. It surprised her father. He couldn’t understand why she said yes

She couldn’t either, but she’s glad she did

As she stood in the Red Bull garage, she kept feeling like she was stared down by people outside of the garage

And she was right. When she got to the paddock afterwards, people still kept staring her down as she walked with her father. He wanted to introduce her to all the drivers and team principals

It all went good, until they reached Mercedes

Don’t take it the wrong way, they were all very nice, but after she had greeted the drivers, she had to meet the team principal

Toto Wolff

She had heard about him through her father, now, of course she didn’t take his word for it. They were rivals after all, they’re bound to say bad stuff about each other that weren’t true

“Darling, this is Toto Wolff” He said his name through gritted teeth

“Hi. I’ve heard so much about you” He didn’t answer her, he just looked her up and down and went back to what he was doing

She would have said something about his rudeness, only if he hadn’t been so handsome

Maybe he was all those things her dad said

The rest of the day, she thought about Toto and if it was something she did or said to make him rude, or if it was just how he was

It finally became Sunday and she stood in the garage. She knew it was bad, but she kept starting at Toto from the distance

“You okay, dear?” Christian asked her as he walked over to her “You’ve been kinda starting out in the abyss” He chuckled

“Yeah, I’m fine, dad. Thank you” She nodded up at him

The race went well. Max won, no surprise there. We all knew he was gonna win. Even the opposite teams knew he was gonna win

That night, they all went out celebrating the win, even though it was routine that he won by now

She drank to keep the thoughts away. She really wanted to be on his good side, but how could she do that?

The next morning she woke up with a slight headache, but nothing a few painkillers couldn’t take away

Just as she was about to brush her teeth, her phone started ringing. It was an unknown number

“Y/N Horner” She answered the phone

“Hi, Y/N, it’s Toto Wolff” His accent was thick through the phone “I just wanted to apologise my behaviour when we met. I’m sure you’re aware that me and your father don’t have the bestest of friendship, that was the only reason why I didn’t say anything, and that’s no reason, I know, but I just wanted to apologise. Can I buy you some coffee to make up for it?”

She stood and thought about her answer a while “Yeah, that sounds nice. When?” She finally answered and she heard him sigh on the other end

“Great. Shall we say 12 o’clock at the Café across the street?” God, his accent was to swoon over

“Yeah. That’s perfect” A smirk drew on her lips. They hung up and she looked at the time. It was currently 10. She had two hours

Two hours would have been fine if she had anything to wear. She tried to look through her clothes. She tried all the combinations of clothing that was clean

She finally settled for an outfit after 45 minutes and some going back and forth trough clothes

Before she put on her clothes, she went to the bathroom to brush her teeth. She stood there for what felt like hours, but was actually only 10 minutes

She looked back at the clock after she got dressed and put on her shoes. 11:30. She debated if she should go now and be early, or if she should wait and be on time

She has only now realised she had forgotten her perfume. She founded and sprayed it lightly on the skin on her neck

She now decided to go out, but she should probably had waited. She bumped into her father in the hallway

“Where you going in such a hurry?” He chuckled as he looked her up and down

“I was just going out, checking the city out” She smiled innocently

“Okay. Have fun, don’t be out too late” He said to her before he continued to walk away

She continued to walk over to the elevator. The ride down to the lobby seemed like it took ages. She got to the lobby and walked out and across the street

She walked into the Café. She looked around to see if she could see Toto. She found him sitting at a booth up against the far wall. She sat down across him

“Hello, can I get you anything?” The waiter asked as she walked over to them

“I would like a coffee, black and a chocolate scone” Toto said as he looked from her to the waiter

“Can I get a hot chocolate and a croissant?” She asked as she looked up at her

“Of course. I’ll bring it down for you” She smiled and walked over to the counter

“I’m sorry for how I reacted, Y/N, I really am” He rambled and she just stared at him

“Toto, it’s fine. It’s no problem. I know how your relationship is with my dad, I totally understand” She smiled at him, trying to reassure him

“Yeah, I’m not friends with your dad, but I shouldn’t take that out on you” He sighed as he placed his hand on top of hers

“Toto, don’t worry about it, okay?” She smiled at him, looking him in his eyes through his glasses

All he did was nod before the waitress came over with their order. As they sat and drank their coffee and ate their food, they made small talk

The only annoying thing about this whole conversation was his smile. He would smile every so often, and it made her legs week

Everything that happened between that time and when they were in the elevator was a blur for her. All she knew was that she was pressed up against the elevators wall, her hands intertwined in his hair while his lips was on hers as his hands roamed her hips and waist

The ding of the elevator startled them. They hurried out into the hall and over to her room. She struggled a bit when she opened the door, but managed fine

As they got into the room, he pushed her up against the door. Her hands went to his waist, and in one swift motion, she had them turned around

Her hands went up his torso to unbutton his shirt. When she got the last button unbuttoned, she discarded the shirt on the ground

Her hand went to his hair to pull his head back so she could start attacking his necks with kisses and bites. He groaned at the sudden dominance from her. Her other hand went to unbuckle his belt

Toto covered his mouth with his hand to minimise the sounds that came out of him. She took her hand away from his belt and up to his hand to remove it from his mouth

“I want to hear your sounds, Toto” She said as she drew away from his neck, which drew out a groan from him “Fuck, you sounds so pretty” He could feel her smirk on his neck

She turned them around again, but this time, she guided him towards the bed, their shoes getting kicked off in the process

When the back off Toto’s legs hit the bed, she pushed him down to sit. She got on her knees and zipped down his pants

He bucked his up from the bed so she could pull down his pants and boxers. When she had gotten them off, she threw them beside her

She licked a stripe up his shaft before spitting into her hand, and started stroking him slowly. He started moaning low, almost silently

“Keep up those sounds, I wanna hear you, baby” She told him as she looked up at him from between his knees

Her words could make him undone right then and there “Fuck, I want your mouth around me, please” His voice was getting desperate and his accent was getting heavier

She removed her hand, but quickly replaced it with her mouth. His moans got louder as she started moving her head up and down

He started bucking his hips up, trying to fuck her mouth, but her hands came up to push him back down to stop his movements, which makes him groan in annoyance

“Fucking shit, Ah…” He wasn’t making any effort to swallow his moans “Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Fuck, please. I’m so-Ah. I’m so close” His head leaned back and his eyes rolled to the back of his head

His hand was shaking when he drew it up to his face to take off his glasses as they started fogging up. He got them off and threw them on the ground, not caring if they broke or not

“I can’t- Ah. Fuck, please, I can’t take it anymore” His words didn’t stop her actions, if it did anything, it made her faster

A few seconds later and he came down her throat. She held her head down as he finished. She got off of him and swallowed his loath

He was panting hard when she stood up. She took his chin between her fingers making him look at her. She kissed him deeply, making him taste himself on her tongue

“Think you can return the favour?” She asked seductively. With closed eyes, he nodded “Good. Get on your knees” He quickly got on his knees where she once sat as she herself sat on the bed

She leaned back, her weight resting on her hands. She watched as his trembling hands tried opening the button on her jeans

She chuckled seeing him struggling “God you’re pathetic” She pushed his hands away to do it herself. She lifted her hips so he could pull down her pants and panties throwing them away with the rest of the clothes on the floor

He pulled her close to the edge of the bed, and therefore closer to his mouth. He drew his tongue through her soaking folds

“What wouldn’t my father say, hm?” She drew one of her hands through his soft, brown locks when he started attacking her clit

“His biggest rival eating out his daughter” He groaned into her cunt from her degrading, making her moan “What don’t you think he will do? Most likely kill you, or maybe, he would never invite me again to keep me as far away from you as possible so this could never happen again”

He groaned again, making her grip his hair tight and moan louder than before “Fuck, you’re so beautiful from here” She chuckled mixed with a moan

He drew one of his hands towards her cunt. One of his fingers drew through her folds, stopping at her entrance. She moaned as he entered her slowly

He started going in and out of her, drawing loud moans from her. He added another finger as he started curling his fingers up and hitting the spot inside her that made her see stars

Her moans got louder and heavier as she was pulled closer to the edge of her orgasm “Fuck, you’re doing so good for me, Toto” She moaned pulling his hair so his face got showed into her cunt

“Fuck, I’m so close. Fucking keep going. Ah” Her head rolled back while she bucked her hips up and into his mouth “You’re doing so fucking good” He groaned which send her over the edge. Her legs shakes as she came down from her high

“Fuck, you did so good for me” She smiled down at him as she drew his face up to look at her “So fucking good” She leaned down to kiss him