I present to you Max "I know where I drive" Verstappenđ„đđđș
Finally, his time to shine on grill the grid!
I swear I'm so in love with this little nerd!â€ïž
Congrats world champion â€ïž
highlights for the f1 75 live event (there werenât many)
the fia getting booed by the people in attendance
gordon ramsey saying that the fia should allow the drivers to curse
ferrari
lewis and charles being so bored they started playing chess with each other
aston martinâs reveal being so theatrical
and thatâs itâŠ
Charles Leclerc x reader
WC: 3.1K
Warnings: goggle translated French, unedited?
AN:This could have been longer but I don't like my one shots to be too long. so here you go, I hope you like it!
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The music was so loud it was hard for anyone to talk, but whoâs at a club to talk anyway? You have a few drinks in you, not drunk but tipsy. Your best friend had a disastrous date last night and as a way to get her out of the mood she was in, your group of friends decided to hit the club to just have a girlâs night out, but here you are now, a few hours in and your best friends is dancing with some random guy and the rest are all doing their own thing. You for one was on the dance floor having the time of your life, you donât know how, but in the low light of the club and in between the sweaty bodies of people on the dance floor, your eyes meet a pair of green ones. His eyes are on you and hold his gaze, itâs clear heâs been watching you, and now youâve seen him you canât take your eyes off him. So with a smile his way you continue dancing while maintaining eye contact.Â
The guy moves through the crowd and heâs suddenly right in front of you, it didnât take any encouragement from either of you to start dancing. His hands were placed on your waist as you moved left to right swaying with the music. One song in, two songs in, three songs in and his hands have wandered to your lower back. Your hands moved from his chest to his shoulders to around his neck, bodies flushed against each other.Â
âWanna get out of here?â You whisper in his ear and lean back to his dimples poking as he nods.
âYeah, my hotel is close.â He says and pulls you away from the dance floor and waits until you grab your clutch and tell your friend at the table where youâre going before youâre out of the club and into a cab. âIâm charles by the way.â
â(y/n).â
Both you and Charles were sober enough for you to remember him but too drunk to think about safety of any kind, but it was a night to remember thatâs for sure. And thatâs not because of the amazing sex they had, which it was, no but because of the two pink lines sheâs staring at.
âWhat does it say?â Your best friend asks coming into the bathroom, she sees you standing there in shock, looking over your shoulder at the pregnancy test, there it is. Your life is changed forever, from that moment on, your life went from revolving around yourself to revolving around the little human youâre growing inside of you. You knew instantly that youâll be keeping the baby, no doubt about it.
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âSeriously, how hard is it to find someone in the age of the internet?â Your friend asked, like on the day you all went out, youâre all now gathered again, your friends hand wine while you drank juice/water. All in your PJs with your latest craving all on the table, phones and laptops out. All looking for every possible Charles in your area, and then moving outwards. Looking for your oblivious baby daddy. Yes the clear possibility of him being from a different country is prominent especially since you went back to his hotel room not his house, but for the sake of being hopeful thatâs a possibility youâre trying to ignore, for now.
Your friendâs words were proven wrong seeing as all your attempts of finding Charles were hard, you knew absolutely nothing about him besides his first name. You did spend long hours crying, because how foolish are you to go sleep with a random person you know nothing about but his first name, if it was even his real one. But alas, youâre going to have a baby, that you found out is a boy on one of your scans, which you were never alone to, because you best believe one of your friends was there with you.
one thing that came out of this for sure is, how amazing your friend group is, youâve all grown closer, forming a bond that you knew will withstand time. all your schedules were synced and organised for someone to be always with you, for all your cravings to be met for you to just never feel alone, and the moment you gave up on finding Charles you knew that youâll be okay and that your baby will be loved.Â
And he is, now at two months old, heâs the most spoiled kid there is, new clothes every week, new toys always being carried and dotted on. He needed nothing.Â
You were spending the day at one of your friendâs house that she had with her boyfriend, sitting on the sofa and just lounging around since baby Noah was down for his nap time. you and your friend were gossiping while her friend had his TV on to watch his favourite sport. You really werenât paying attention, engrossed in the latest gossip happening, but his voice caught your ear, your eyes strayed to the TV for a split second, before you went back for a second look.
âWhat? what happened?â Your friend asked, confused as she looked at the TV then at you.
âThatâs him.â You whisper but she picks it up, she doesnât have to ask who youâre talking about. at the bottom of the screen Charles Leclerc is written.
âWhat are you talking about?â Her boyfriend asks, confused.
âThatâs Charles.â You say almost breathless.
âYeah, thatâs charles Lec- wait Charles as in your charles, your baby daddy charles?â He puts it together, he really looks at charles.
âYeah, thatâs him.â You want to cry and scream at the same time, you found him, you finally found him, but how in hell are you going to be able to reach him. He's an F1 driver, he;s an athlete.
âI see it.â Your friend says and holds your hand giving it a squeeze. The eyes, the nose, the colour of the hair, they're all things your son and his dad share. no doubt that the older he gets the more heâll resemble his dad.
âYou better assemble the troops, weâll need all the help to get to charles.â Your friend's boyfriend said and sighs.
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Truer words were never spoken, because why is it so hard to reach a single person on Ferrariâs F1 team? you found out so much about Charles the moment you knew his name, one google search and you found out that heâs from Monaco, found out everything about his family and who his friends are. But you still had no way of reaching him.
So what would any sane person do, is book a trip with your friends and their SOs to Nice where youâll be staying while venturing into Monaco. Was this the most practicable thing? no. but you all took time off from your jobs/school scraped all your money together and enter; mission: find Charles Leclerc. supposedly now is the start of the month-long summer break, so he was in Monaco spending some time with his family.Â
You had fun the first two days, visiting all the new places, Noah was having fun, you took all the cute pictures while venturing around Monaco and Nice. Every single person in your group had a picture of you on the night at the club and another of Noah to confront Charles and tell him if they somehow stumbled upon him or any of his family members.
On the third day your friend group split up, you and your best friend were going to a salon where itâs supposedly managed/owned by Charlesâ mother, so you found it on the internet. To keep appearances and spend a bit more time there your friend was getting a trim and her hair done.
You sat with Noah in your lap on a sofa near where your friend was getting her hair done. Noah was babbling and talking all sorts of nonsense, at six months heâs starting to sit up with little help, so heâs having the time of his life with this new point of view.Â
âHow old is he?â an accented voice asks, you look up from Noah to meet the woman you were looking for.
âUh- heâs - heâs six months.â You tell her glancing at your friend, who gives you a discreet thumbs up. This is in fact Pascale.
âHeâs super cute.â She tells you and looks at Noah who is now fascinated with her. Being a baby that is constantly surrounded with so many people has made him a social baby, heâs always happy to meet new people.
âThank you.â Taking a deep breath as you think of ways to bring up that heâs in fact her grandson.
âAre you on vacation here?â Pascale asks warmly, you find her a very loving person, her dimples are ones your son shares, it takes everything in you not to tear up. Finally, youâre just one tiny step away from Charles.
âNot really⊠itâs a little complicated.â You tell the older woman, she looks intrigued. To Pascale she doesnât know why, she canât really place it, but your son reminds her of something, of someone and itâs on the tip of her tongue itâs so close. âMy sonâs dad doesnât know about him, we had⊠we had a one night stand.â You donât see any judgement in her eyes, which gives you comfort to continue. âAnd I just found out that he lives in Monaco, and my friends and I are trying to find him, a bit silly but I feel like he deserves to know.â
âNot silly at all, thatâs really admirable of you to come to Monaco to look for him.â Pascals gives you a comforting smile and once again she asks you a question that saves you from asking you about Charles. âDo you know the dadâs name?â
âYeah, itâs Charles.â It clicked, who your son reminds her of, how she wasnât able to see it will remain a mystery for her. Her second son. Charles, no doubt in her mind that sitting on your lap is her grandson.Â
âI-I think we should go somewhere more private.â Pascale says and sheâs unable to look away from Noah, her first grandson. grandchild period.
âYes, please.â
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Pascale took you, your best friend ,Sohpia, and Noah(ofc) to her house, she called Charles and told him to come over. So here you are in your sonâs grandmaâs house looking at all those baby pictures of Charles and his brothers, and you just canât get over how much Noah looks like him. Pascale and Sophia were playing with Noah while you were having a moment in the bathroom, in desperate need to hype yourself up and to calm your nerves. yes you wanted Charles to know but all the fears of rejection of this all being for nothing came crashing hard on you, so many women were forced into being single mothers and you donât know Charles, Pascale did say that she wants to a part of Noahâs life but it could all change when Charles finds out. it didnât take long for the front door to open, and a very familiar voice called.
âmaman, je suis lĂ .â(mum, Iâm here.) all eyes in the room snapped up to the figure that just rounded the corner into the living room. Charles stopped in his tracks, he saw an unfamiliar woman and a baby with his mother all sitting on the floor, he frowned a little before giving a polite smile. âBonjour, je ne savais pas que nous avions de la compagnie.â (Hello, I didnât know we had company)
âEnglish Charles.â Pascale informed her son.
âAh, sorry, I didnât know maman had company.â He told Sophia and she understood now why you went with him that night, he seemed so kind and had this calming and trusting aura about him.
âItâs okay, this wasnât planned.â Sophia said with a timid smile.
âWhy did you call me, maman?â Charles turned to his mother confused, just then Noah started babbling away, he barely started to learn how to crawl but everyone could see that he was trying to reach someone, Charles turned to see where the baby wanted to go and he saw you. It did take him a second, he knew you from somewhere, but it came to him, that night at the club. his confusion reached a new high, what are you doing here? How do you know his mother? Why are you here?
You passed Charles and went to the baby scooping him up in your arms, in practised moves, like it was second nature. Charles took a look at you and Noah, your eyes met his and you gave him a nervous smile.
âSophia, could you help me with the tea?âÂ
âCertainly.â
That left the three of you together, mother, father, and son.
âHi.â You said timidly. âI donât know if you remember but we met last year-â
âYeah, yeah I remember.â Charles cuts you off, you nod and take a deep breath.
âLook, I don't know how to say this butâŠâ You fidget staying silent for a moment before you regain your courage to tell him. âI got pregnant after that night, and I tried to find out who you are and where to find you, but it was hard.â Charles says nothing, his eyes are on the boy in your arms, he takes him in, the eyes, the nose, the hair, the dimples, everything. âI know itâs hard to take in, and I can understand if you donât believe me, but-â
âI believe you.â Charles breathed out, like his mum he knows this is his son, he took almost nothing from you and is all Charles. âcan I- can I hold him.â
âYeah.â You breathed out as Charles moved closer gaining his sonâs attention, Noah went right to Charles, who held him securely and just smiled at the baby, both father and son were looking at each other intently. âWhatâs his name?â
âNoah.â
âNoah.â Charles tried out the name before he smiled, it was all a shock, he has a son, he has a son, heâs a father now, a father, his mind tried to compute this new information as fast as it could, but his heart, his heart fully accepted it, a new type of love that is completely foreign to him started to form and take shape. You let Charles have this moment in silence watching them, Noah placed his hands on Charlesâ cheeks feeling his stubble and being fascinated with him, charles smiled making Noah smile and then giggle. This just warmed your heart and every single thought that ever doubted coming here went away.
âDo you want me to take him? Iâm guessing thereâs a lot of talking that you need to do?â Sophia came in after a few minutes and you gave her a thankful and grateful look. Once you were left alone, Charles turned to focus on you. You donât know why you got so emotional but you did, you were wiping your sweaty hand on your trousers all while fighting your tears away.
Being the kind and loving soul that he is, Charles couldnât fight pulling you in for a hug. your arms wrapped around him, a few tears slipped from your eyes but you managed to stop the rest.
âIt mustâve been hard to do this alone.â Charles said, running his hand up and down your back in a comforting motion.
âIt was hard, but I had my friends with me.â You said and pulled back,wiping your tears away, you gave him a teary smile before you both sat down next to each other angled so youâre facing the other, knees barely touching. âFinding you however is somewhat harder, all I knew was your name, and I never realised how many Charleses are out there.âÂ
You went on to tell Charles about when you found out you were pregnant, a short summary of your pregnancy, how your friends helped you during and after the berth of Noah, how you found who he was and what you did to reach him and all that. Charles listened and asked questions, he wanted to know everything, as much as this was all a shock youâve had it harder, you lived it, youâve been living not knowing if your son will ever know his dad or not, not knowing what the future will hold and not knowing is so much harder than anything.Â
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You extend your stay in Monaco, even after your friends all went back you stayed, this is Charlesâ summer break after all. He cancelled all his plans out of Monaco, and practically turned one of the guest rooms in his apartment into a nursery. You moved from your hotel in Nice to one of the rooms in his house. You did meet the rest of the Leclerc family and safe to say Noah has some amazing and loving uncles.
Noah is just the centre of attention in every room heâs in, heâs taken to Charles so fast, youâre sure he somehow knows that this is his dad. He'd sleep in his arms on his chest and just lean away from you while youâre holding him to get into his dadâs. Noah had so many ferrari and cars themed toys and clothes in the span of a couple weeks it was hilarious.
On a serious note, Charles wants to be a part of Noahâs life and you want him to be too, and one of the things you agreed on and came to is that finding a job in Monaco is the best plan at the moment and just moving there. With the help of Charles you were able to find a job, you knew that Noah will forever be taken care of by Charles, but you had to find a job for yourself, even if you and Charles are now a couple, I mean did you see him with Noah? Did you see him, period? Itâs no secret youâre attracted to him. Noah is a big testament to that, but it wasnât just his looks, once you got to know Charles you couldnât help but like him a bit more everyday. So when he asked you to just stay in his apartment you couldnât say no. He's out of the country a lot anyways so most of the time the apartment was for yourself and Noah with the constant visits from and to the rest of the Leclercs.
daniel ricciardo x verstappen!reader [6.5k] summary: max comes for a visit before the race in monza and he fails to mention that he'd invited daniel along. warnings: 18+ explicit smut, verstappen!reader, explicit language. a/n: not me writing this during my 12hr shift lmfao i hope it's somewhat enjoyable to read. as always, feedback is v much appreciated. love you all đ€
The first time you saw Daniel, was when heâd been clad in orange at the paddock in Bahrain. It wasnât so much as your eyes being drawn to him automatically, but more so his laughter. You still remembered where you stood with Max and his girlfriend, offering words of support to your brother before qualifiers. Your eyes had solely been on him, but theyâd immediately glanced around at sound of the big belly laugh from across the paddock, drawn like a moth to a flame.
It wasnât hard to match the laughter to the smiling face, watching with mild interest as he messed around with Lando; slapping him between the legs and dodging the punches the British boy dished out in retaliation. He looked fun, carefree, bearing absolutely no tension or nerves that half the grid did for the upcoming race.
Daniel was beautiful. There was no other word to describe him. The sheer charm radiating off of him had your interest piqued immediately, and pairing that with the forbidden fruit feeling, you were hooked. There had never been any real desire to break the unspoken rule of you dating your brotherâs friends and colleagues, but it was easy to imagine stepping over that line when youâd watched the tall Australian.
No words were exchanged, but you did get glances and friendly smiles whenever you passed each other. Your best friend received the brunt of your inner thoughts, texting her like a madman of the tall glass of water on the grid.
When Max won, youâd gone back to the hotel and had a few drinks while you got ready for the after party, keeping Sofia - your friend - on the line. Sheâd somehow convinced you to follow him on Instagram, which you did, and youâd tried not to overthink it when heâd sent you a follow request back a few minutes later.
If liking pictures was flirting, then you were well on the right track.
Youâd only ever gotten glimpses of him whenever you did end up tagging along to races, but the first time you actually met him was when Max showed up on your doorstep with Kelly, claiming that he missed his little sister and wanted to spend a few days with you before he was off to Monza. You didn't point out that you'd be right there with him in Italy, accepting his intrusion easily because despite it all, you missed him a whole lot.
What heâd failed to mention was that Daniel would be dropping by too, having invited him without checking with you. It usually wasnât a problem, sometimes guys from the grid would show up with your brother and it was always a good time.
You really, really wished heâd mentioned it before you opened the door the morning after your brotherâs arrival though, still in your very embarrassing pajamas and a toothbrush used and abandoned in your bathroom, fully expecting to see the delivery man on the other end. What you didnât expect was the tall man who youâd silently been yearning for, looking way too good for someone who'd stepped off a plane.
âHey.â He greeted you, shooting you a smile that made you blink owlishly. âGood morning.â
You frowned, opening your mouth to greet him but was pushed to the side by your idiot brother. There was a loud and silly exchange between the two men, like you werenât standing right there with a big question mark on your face, and you watched in silence before Danielâs gaze on you made Max turn around; like heâd forgotten you were there. In your own home.
âOh yeah, I forgot to tell you but I invited Daniel.â Max said and you refrained from glaring at him, giving the other man a kind smile instead. âItâs no problem, yeah?â
Killing your brother would have to wait.
âHi, sorry, of course not.â You thrust your hand out for him to shake, which he did. âItâs nice to finally meet you.â
You invited him in, closing the door and shooting your brother a glare when his friend wasnât looking. He responded with a clueless frown of his own, eyes dropping to what you were wearing.
âWhat are you wearing?â He asked, yelping when you elbowed him a little too hard in the ribs. âAnd what do you have on your face?â
He reached a hand out to swipe at your cheek, rubbing off toothpaste and you watched in horror, wanting nothing more than the floor to open up and swallow you whole.
Thankfully, Max lead the way without another word, chatting with the Australian as he showed him to the room heâd presumably be staying in. You watched them round a corner before fleeing to the kitchen, finding Kelly by the stove, looking ten times more put together than you did. The whole place smelled like pancakes, and you almost lost your track of thoughts just by the sheer smell of them. But you were too wound up, a little upset and a whole lot embarrassed.
âWhat is he doing here?â You asked, careful to keep your voice hushed because you knew how well sound traveled through your house. âWhy didnât Max say anything!â
Kelly looked a little lost, like she wasnât sure why you were as upset as you were. Which, fair, she didnât know the absolute turmoil youâd experience whenever you caught sight of Daniel. It was embarrassing, how nervous the man made you. Like a teenaged girl with a crush on her brother's best friend.
âI thought he did.â She looked over her shoulder at you before plating a pancake with practiced ease. âHeâs coming with us to the vineyard.â
You leaned against the counter, feeling a little miffed and she mustâve seen the look on your face because she smiled in amusement.
âYouâre the one who complained about third wheeling when I booked the tour for us.â
She had a point, but you didnât say it out loud. Instead, you plucked a cut up strawberry from a plate and turned around to go get ready before the boys came back. The giraffe pajamas had caused you enough embarrassment for a day. It was time for them to retire deep, deep in the back of the closet.
Breakfast was surprisingly pleasant, conversation flowing freely as you dug into your food. Youâd forgotten how incredibly well your brother and Daniel fit together, bickering like siblings and taking friendly jabs at each other. Kelly shifted the conversation to the vineyard youâd be touring, talking about the kinds of wines they made and would have in the menu.
It was a beautiful day to spend outside, the Spanish sun shining brightly as you found your little group huddled around the entrance. It was a small group consisting of maybe fifteen people, and you looked around as Kelly and Max walked ahead of you.
âDâya reckon weâll get drunk off our asses?â Daniel asked and you gave the man an amused smile.
âI donât think the samples are that big.â You frowned. âRight?â
âNo clue.â He looked ahead as the two of you fell into step, presumably glancing at Max. âDo you like wine?â
You considered lying, but then you figured that it wouldnât do much harm to just be honest so you shook your head in the negative.
âAbsolutely hate it.â You let out a small giggle when Daniel laughed, bumping his arm against yours. âIâm sorry but it smells and tastes so bad!â
âIt does the job, though, no?â
You smiled, opening your mouth to reply but Max cut in, yelling at you to hurry up and join them. The tour guide had appeared like magic, out of thin air, and he was standing to the side patiently. You eyed him suspiciously, turning to Kelly to ask her whether it was an English or Spanish tour, but then the man started speaking and your suspicion turned into sheer amusement.
âWhyâs he speaking Spanish?â Max murmured quietly enough for only the three of you to hear.
âBecause weâre in Spain, Max.â You answered him sarcastically, earning a snort from Daniel and an exasperated eye roll from your brother.
Kelly made a sound in her throat, sounding a lot like a warning to shut up like she did so many times whenever the two of you started bickering in public.
âI think I mightâve booked the wrong guide.â Kelly admitted sheepishly, quietly and you muffled a laugh behind your hand.
It was a funny thought, that sheâd managed to choose a tour with a Spanish guide when only one out of the four of you could speak the language. The one being you. You knew it was only a matter of time before your brother would disassociate out of boredom, and you couldnât wait to witness it.
âHeâs telling us to follow him.â You murmured helpfully, referring to the guide and the group moved in tandem as everyone entered the vineyard.
The tour went as well as expected, watching with mild interest and confusion as you walked the fields, descending stairs to basements and getting to sip on samples of expensive wine in the dampness of old cellars.
You tried not to grimace too hard when you brought the glass to your lips, stomach roiling dangerously as you sipped. And it was only when youâd shuddered that you noticed Daniel watching and grinning across from you, catching you in the act.
At some point, you lost sight of Max and Kelly. You suspected that theyâd broken out of the group and gone to the restaurant to sample more wines; like their lips werenât already stained and Kelly wasnât starting to get into that giggly mood she always got into when sheâd had a little much to drink.
You and Daniel stuck together though, eventually wandering off and getting lost in the field of grapes and greens.
It was fun. More fun than youâd had in a while. You took silly pictures, talked and you forgot the time completely.
âI think Max is a little drunk.â You pointed out, holding your phone in your hand with the screen lit up by a text from the man himself.
You held out your phone so Daniel could read the text, watching how he threw his head back to laugh at the jumble of words he found there. Much like the texts heâd sometimes receive after bar crawls and night clubs.
where arew yoh?? This wind is amazing
??? Wind not wind
WINE
are yyu lost? do I nee f to call for help
âHeâs trashed.â Daniel agreed.
You sent back a quick assurance that you were fine, pocketing your phone and looking up to find the man already looking at you. It sent a zip of awareness down your back and you looked away bashfully.
The sun had done a lot of good for him, his cheeks were gaining colour and had already started to freckle. It was pretty, and so, so endearing.
âSo, are you excited for Monza?â You asked lightly, turning a corner in the hopes of finding the way back to the restaurant but it was another dead end.
The both of you kept walking though, figuring that youâd find your way back eventually. You just hoped it would be before it got dark outside. Max was drunk, but heâd send a search party out and you had no doubt about that.
âOh yeah, I got it in the bag.â He said, playful, easy. So very attractive. âMax doesnât stand a chance.â
You laughed, shoving him in the side and he stumbled with a cackle; regaining his footing easily.
"The most skillful driver out there." It wasn't a complete lie, Daniel was one of the good ones. He just needed a team that could keep up with his speed.
âIâm in the category of the more good looking drivers, actually.â
âOh really?â
âYeah,â he puffs up his chest, lips getting sucked between his teeth in a poor effort to keep the massive smile off his face. âThatâs what my mom said anyway.â
You let out a laugh, thinking of how utterly charming he was. It seemed to come naturally to him, and usually itâd intimidate you when that charm is paired with wildly good looks but he somehow managed to put you at ease.
It wasnât difficult to see why Daniel was so popular and loved in and out of the grid. He made everyone feel like they were old childhood friends and that was a rare quality to possess.
âIâm starting to think that she lied, though.â He continued, like he hadnât been staring at your smiling face for a beat too long.
Youâd been staring too, though. He was too mesmerising.
âWhyâs that?â You grinned, knowing that heâd say something that would reel you in completely, judging by the playful little shake of his head.
âBecause you didnât agree.â He laughed at your eyebrows jumping on your forehead. âYou laughed too hard.â
âHow do you know I wasnât laughing out of agreement?â You narrowed your eyes a little playfully.
Daniel smiled, delighted that you were playing along and falling right into his little flirty traps. He couldnât even remember why he was so nervous to talk to you in the first place.
But then you smiled at him, eyes glistening a little too prettily and it was like someone had knocked the breath out of him. So, he looked away and tried not to show how heâd suddenly felt like someone had pulled the rug right from underneath him.
Never mind that you were Maxâs sister, knowing that there was some silent bro-code that he had to consider. It was hard when you had all the qualities he usually looked for in women. And not to mention how fucking attracted he was to you.
âSo you do agree that Iâm good looking.â He nodded, looking a little smug and you shook your head in amusement.
âWho doesnât?â You asked, before you had any time to rethink the words coming out of your mouth.
He looked at you and you struggled to not break eye contact, even though your face was feeling a few degrees hotter. If he noticed your nerves, he didnât say anything and you were eternally grateful for that.
âWell,â he sucked his teeth and tried not to look like his ego hadnât tripled by that one comment. âditto, sweetheart.â
The way he said it so casually almost made you stop in your tracks, heat creeping up your neck at the way the word sweetheart sounded on his tongue. You briefly wondered how itâd sound in other contexts.
The thought made your heart race and you quickly banished that thought, because what the fuck?
Daniel made a little sound and stopped walking, and you automatically looked up to notice that youâd finally found your way back. You laughed because somehow youâd accidentally circled around and ended up back where you started.
âReady for some more wine?â Daniel asked jokingly, brushing his hand against yours and you resisted the urge to grab it.
It was easier to nod, words stuck in your throat as you made your way up the stairs to the restaurant.
It was night by the time you came stumbling back through the threshold of your house, Kelly and Max a little tipsy with Daniel not too far behind; judging by the slight flush on his cheeks that definitely hadnât been caused by the Spanish sun.
Your cheeks were aching from smiling and laughing too much during the evening, heart feeling light as you navigated your way through the house. Your brother grabbed you with an arm around the shoulders, pulling you into his embrace so suddenly that it made you stumble.
âEasy, Max.â You let out a yelp when he smacked a kiss on your head, slapping at him with your hands until he eased his hold on you.
âGoodnight, bunny.â He was slurring a little, but the words sounded fond coming from his mouth.
You got a similar kiss from Kelly - but less sloppy - and you watched them walk away before disappearing out of sight. The sound of a half-snorted laugh made you turn around, finding Daniel hiding his smile behind his hand. Not that it did much hiding, eyes scrunched up in amusement.
âBunny?â He referred to your brotherâs nickname for you and you frowned in embarrassment. He easily recognised the sheer disdain colouring your face and was quick to plead. âNo, no. I need to hear that story.â
âNo, you really donât.â You shook your head with a laugh and began walking to the kitchen. âItâs horrifying enough that you saw me in my pajamas this morning.â
Daniel let out a laugh this time, the sound echoing in the kitchen and you couldnât even hide your smile even if you tried.
âHey, giraffes are cute, alright?â He plucked a clean glass out a cabinet and accepted the water bottle youâd gotten out of the refrigerator. âI thought you looked good.â
âOh, youâre a bad driver and a liar.â You hauled yourself up to sit on the counter.
âIâm not lyâ you think Iâm a bad driver?â He looked offended, voice going up an octave in sheer disbelief. âYou really do have your brotherâs sense of humour.â
You stretched a leg out to poke his waist and he easily caught your leg when you tried to pull back. A startled yelp left your lips at his quick reflexes, and you tried not to think too hard about the fact that he was trailing the grip up your leg as he inched closer to you.
âTell me why he calls you bunny.â He said seriously, and you blinked in disbelief because how did he break the tension so fast?
âYouâre not allowed to laugh.â You warned him and he nodded, the smile telling you that he was going to do exactly that. âI used to pretend to be a bunny when I was little. Iâd demand carrots for dinner and it has just stuck through all these years.â
He threw his head back and cackled so loudly that you were almost worried that Max would come back out and see what the commotion was all about. But it was hard to deny that his laughter was contagious, so loud and carefree that you couldnât find it in yourself to even pretend to be mad.
âThatâs adorable!â He placed both hands on your thighs as he stepped between them, giving you a bright smile. âDid you hop around as well? Oh you did, didnât you?â
Your embarrassed smile was enough of an answer, and it sent him into fits of laughter again until you groaned and hid your burning face behind your hands. Danielâs peals of laughter slowly died down and he made a noise of protest, hands coming up to pry yours off your face.
âDonât be embarrassed, bunny.â He said and you glared.
âDonât call me that.â You pointed a finger at him. âOnly Max is allowed because he rarely does anymore. I donât want that nickname to stick.â
He held up his hands in surrender, sucking in his lips to stop himself from smiling and you held your own smile back while staring straight at him.
You hadnât realised how close the two of you had gotten, your thighs on either side of his waist and him leaning oh, so close to you. There was a shift in the air then, where you both seemed to realize the position you found yourselves in. He didnât make any moves to pull away though, and you werenât about to be the one to push him away.
You were aware that you were playing a dangerous game, toeing the fine line that Max had drawn in the imaginary sand. There was no telling how your brother would react if he walked into the kitchen right now, but you couldnât bring yourself to care as your hands found life of their own; trailing up the meaty expanse of Danielâs arms until you reached his broad shoulders.
He wasnât a massive guy, by any means, but he was defined and had muscle. It wasnât so hard to see that heâd put in work to look the way he did, it came with his job after all.
âCan IâŠâ His words died on his tongue when you glanced up at him, getting a little lost in your eyes and the way you were practically eating him up with your gaze. It was intoxicating. âCan I kiss you?â
A rush of heat flooded your stomach, and you responded by running your fingers through his hair and bringing his head closer to yours. He went easily, eagerly settling his mouth over yours in a kiss that had you gripping his hair and shoulder.
The need took over so fast, you barely had time to take a breath. Your heart sped up when he took that last step forward, bringing his knees flush to the counter as his mouth opened under yours.
You didnât know what to focus on, getting lost in the feeling of his hands gripping at your ass cheeks and pulling you into him until your crotch was slotted right against his lower belly; allowing you to rub off on him if you so pleased. And fuck, you really wanted to.
He mustâve sensed it, or even read your thoughts because he helped you thrust forward with the help of his hands on your ass, groaning deeply into your mouth when you started grinding against his torso. Daniel didnât know if he was imagining the heat against his stomach, but you felt warm and so ready for him to take you apart however he pleased.
âTell me what you want.â He demanded quietly against your lips, and you let out a needy little whimper when he squeezed the meat of your ass in his palms. âYou gotta tell me what you want.â
âYou.â You managed, leaning forward to kiss him and Daniel allowed it before pulling back slightly.
You almost huffed in frustration, but refrained from doing so. Instead, you grabbed one of his hands and guided them up the apex of your thighs, under your dress and settled his hands right where you needed him most. Danielâs breath stuttered, the heat of it hitting your face and you blinked at him with pleading eyes.
âTouch me, please, Daniel.â You arched your back a little until his hand moved of its own accord, stroking softly over the dampness of your underwear.
He couldnât believe how wet you already were, fingers eagerly searching for your hole through the cotton and pressing down until you were whining. It was like music to his ears, and he needed to hear more.
Daniel yanked your panties to the side, cursing loudly at the wetness of your pussy against the pads of his fingers. He touched your swollen clit in circles, never taking his eyes off of your face. You were so animated, pleasure written in large bold letters on your face as your eyelids fluttered; eyes rolling a little when he stroked you particularly nicely, mouth dropping opening in breathy moans.
He couldnât resist leaning forward to steal a kiss, the filthiness of it making his cock ache.
âDoes that feel good?â He asked when you broke from the kiss, tipping your head backwards so his mouth met your chin instead. He kissed down the column of your throat and sucked against the skin there, mindful to not leave any visible marks.
âFeels perfect.â You slurred, your accent melding into your English and it was so horribly endearing and hot at the same time that Daniel couldnât resist sinking a finger into you.
The response from you was beautiful, your back arching and hips thrusting into his hand as your hole swallowed his digit without any trouble. Daniel wasnât sure if you were even aware of the noises you were making, high pitched little uhâs that rose in octaves and he was quick to silence them by kissing you.
He took the opportunity to slide another finger alongside his middle one, meeting a little resistance before you relaxed in his hold. The wetness and warmth of you was so intoxicating that he had to take a deep breath to not blow too soon in his pants.
âWant youââ your words trailed off as your hands came up to search for the button of his pants.
You were panting, feeling impatient and Daniel watched in silence as the sound of the zipper echoed in the quiet kitchen. There was a brief sense of relief when you dragged down the hem of his underwear, just enough for you to fish him out and get your hands on him.
âFuck.â You cursed in a whisper, voice laced in enough wonder for Daniel to laugh breathlessly. It was unbelievable how that one word could breathe so much confidence into his body.
Daniel was heavy and hard in your hand, and you took a moment to stroke him to get him fully hard, marvelling at the sheer weight and size of him. Of course, he couldnât possess the personality and looks, he had to have the full package as well.
âYou sure you want this?â He asked and you glanced up at him.
âI want this.â You almost said need, but bit your tongue.
You looked for any sign that maybe he didnât want this, but you could find none and that made the urgency flare up in your chest as you brought him closer to you. He went easily, hands gripping your thighs to spread them.
âSpread your legs wider.â He instructed you and you did as you were told, ignoring the slight ache in your thighs at being stretched so wide.
Maybe you shouldâve felt embarrassed by the position you were in, on display on your kitchen counter with your dress flipped up to reveal your bottom half. But Daniel was roving his eyes over you like he hadnât seen anything like it before, and that was enough for the last smidge of self-consciousness to dissipate into thin air.
He took himself in his hand and stroked a couple of times, and you were so mesmerised by the sight of it that you almost missed the way he suddenly halted and looked around.
âWhatâs wrong?â You asked, frowning and he glanced at you.
âDo you have⊠anything?â
It took a second for you to gather your thoughts and understand what he meant, and dread suddenly sank in your stomach when you realised that no, you really didnât have protection.
âShit.â You swore, frowning as you sat up a bit. You looked at him, eyes searching his face as the most stupid idea crept into your mind. âI donâtâ I donât mind?â
His eyebrows jumped, and you couldnât blame his surprise because it was a reckless move. But you were on the pill and you hadnât been sexually active for a while. And maybe you shouldnât, but you trusted Daniel enough.
âI mean, Iâm clean and Iâm on the pill.â You quickly added when he still hadnât said anything.
You briefly contemplated sneaking into the sleeping coupleâs room and stealing from Kelly, but the sheer horror you felt at the thought of being caught by your brother was enough for you to dismiss that thought. No way.
âIâm clean too.â Daniel said, placing a hand on your cheek and tilting your head up to look at him. âAre you sure about this? We donât have to do it.â
âIâm sure.â You said and you meant it.
Daniel smiled with a nod, leaning forward to press a tentative kiss to your lips and it didnât take long to fall back into that previous urgency youâd felt. You loved on his lower lip as he stepped forward, slipping two fingers into you and stretching you out for good measure before he gripped himself in his hand and guided you forward on the counter.
It felt like the breath was stolen from you as he breached you, keeping his eyes on your face to watch for any change and your eyelids fluttered shut as he pushed inside.
âFuuuuck me.â He dragged out the words, struggling to find his breath at the sheer warmth enveloping him. âLook at me. Keep your eyes on me.â
You blinked them open, mouth falling into an O that looked too inviting for Daniel. He kept his eyes on yours as he bottomed out, waiting for a nod from you before he pulled back and thrusted forward, jolting you and making you moan out.
âFuck, baby.â He set up a good rhythm, leaning his forehead against yours as he started fucking you. âSound so pretty for me but you need to keep it down. Wouldnât want your brother to find us like this, do you?â
He groaned when you tightened around him, giving you a particularly hard thrust in retaliation that made you whimper.
âThat got you tight.â He turned his head to nudge his nose against your cheek, and you could feel him smile slowly against your skin. You could only imagine how downright filthy it looked. âDoes that turn you on? The fact that someone could walk in and see you like this?â
It was a horrifying thought, but you couldnât deny the heat spreading through your entire body as you imagined it. And Daniel could feel it affecting you, feeling you squeeze around his cock so deliciously tight that he almost faltered in his rhythm.
Your stomach was starting to tighten up, a telltale sign that you were so close but you still needed that incentive; that last push over the edge of wild oblivion. Your hand wrapped around the back of his neck to keep you upright while the other one found a home between your legs, fingers a little too slippery to cause any real friction. You let out a frustrated huff and wiped your hands on your dress before returning to touching yourself.
Daniel had his eyes fastened on you the entire time, feeling dangerously close to climaxing but he refused to be the one to come first, staving off for as long as he could.
It was difficult, it was so hard to keep up pace when you were clenching around him like you were subconsciously trying to keep him deep inside. He glanced up at your face and got exactly a two second warning before your mouth fell open and your legs got tight around him.
âDanââ The rest of your moan got choked off against the dampness of his shirt as he placed a hand on the back of your head and pressed your face to his shoulder; a poor attempt at muffling your sounds.
He couldnât hold it off any longer, burying his face against the side of your head. âWhere do you want me?â He shouldâve pulled out, and he would if you told him so, but you felt heavenly around him and he momentarily wished that he could bury himself deep in your being and never get up for air.
âIn.â Your words were trembling, breathless. âIn me, please.â
And who was he to deny that, when you were begging so prettily?
âFuck, sweetheart.â He gave a thrust, two and let out a guttural moan that he struggled to keep inside. Your breathy little noises as he shot off inside you was the only thing he could hear alongside the rush of blood in his ears. âThis cunt.â
Your whole world tilted on its axis and you found yourself on your back, the hard and cool plane of the counter a nice contrast against your sweaty back. A giggle left your lips when you glanced down where Daniel had somehow managed to lose his balance, folding himself on top of you.
Daniel glanced up at the sound of your laughter, a dazed smile creeping onto his face and you couldnât help but run your fingers through his sweaty hair, pushing the locks away from his forehead so you could get a look at his eyes.
He looked a lot like he did after a gruelling race. Sweaty and flushed, the apples of his cheeks tinted pink. But there was a bliss to him that definitely didnât come from racing, and you flushed all over when you realized that it was your doing, youâd done that.
It was a powerful feeling to bring a man like that to his knees.
âSorry.â He apologised as he placed both hands on either side of you, pushing himself up on unsteady feet. He held his hand out and helped you sit up. The stickiness between your legs was starting to cool, feeling uncomfortable and very much like you were in dire need of a shower. âYou alright?â
You glanced up at him and smiled. âPerfect.â
He reciprocated the smile, looking like he was a little unsure of how to proceed. You didnât blame him, because what did you do after that whole ordeal, in a kitchen, nonetheless. You wrapped one leg around his thigh and urged him forward, hands grabbing at his arms when he was close enough.
âYou look beautiful.â He said, voice sincere and quiet, just for your ears. It made you feel a little sheepish, but you thought that youâd never get tired of hearing it if it came from his mouth.
âSo do you.â You said, words spoken against his lips before he slotted his mouth over yours in a kiss.
The skin around your mouth was feeling a little chafed from his beard, but you couldnât bring yourself to care as you let yourself be kissed; lost in the taste and smell of him. It was unbelievable how intoxicating he was.
âIâm gonna need a shower after that.â You said, laughing when he gave you a look and burying your face in the juncture of his neck and shoulder, wrapping yourself around him - much like a koala bear. Daniel mustâve mirrored your delirious thoughts, because he spoke up a moment later.
âAlright, you little koala bear.â He laughed, sounding five shades of amused as he wrapped his arms around you.
You slapped at his back, âDo not make that a nickname.â
The counter disappeared beneath you as he lifted you, the feeling of being weightless so sudden and jarring that you let out a yelp; arms clutching at him to not fall. He had no intention of dropping you though, hauling you up in his arms until he was holding you steadily.
âWhat are you doing?â You whispered, half-hushed and it was kind of ridiculous that you were being mindful of your voice after all the noise youâd surely created a few minutes prior.
The possibility of Max walking in felt a lot more dangerous now that you werenât blind with lust, and you still didnât know how Daniel felt about screwing his friendâs sister behind his back. It was a lot of feelings to unpack, but you put it in an imaginary box and locked it away in your mind for another day.
âYou said you needed a shower.â His smile was blinding as always when you pulled back to look at him. âIâm here to assist.â
âThatâs what theyâre calling it nowadays? Assisting?â You joked and Daniel raised his brows in amusement as he began navigating the way to the bathroom.
It was an old house, depriving you of an en suite that you desperately wished you had now. Youâd never felt a need for it, seeing as you were living alone, but it wouldâve lowered the chances of the other two occupants hearing the shower running so late.
Your concerns went up in smoke when Daniel finally found the bathroom, kicking the door shut gently behind him. It was a failed attempt, the door screeching like something out of a scary movie and it made you muffle your laugh behind your hand.
âGonna need to oil that, love.â He said, putting you down on your feet.
Thatâs what youâd told yourself a hundred times since moving in, but it had a weird charm to it so you never did. That, and you just never got around to fixing the door.
There was a bizarre thought that was so fleeting that you dismissed it almost immediately, imagining Daniel dropping by in Spain and coming to visit you between GP's. Him in your kitchen with his guard down, doing maintenance work on your house that so desperately needed it. It warmed your heart to the core, thinking of him squeezing you into his busy schedule but then you thought of Max and your thoughts halted.
Max. He'd done nothing throughout your childhood but protect you, being there for you whenever you needed it and you'd been leaning on each other into adulthood. He was the closest person to you in your life, and the thought of going behind his back made something sour bloom in your mouth.
"Hey."
You looked up at the hushed word, blinking in slight confusion when you saw the concern marring Daniel's face. He must've seen you zone out completely and you realized that you'd been deep in your thoughts for a while because the shower was running already.
Daniel reached a hand out to touch your shoulder, just a quick stroke of his fingers against your skin and you felt your body light up at the slightest touch from him.
"Lost you there for a minute." He said, tilting his head to the side to catch your eyes. "What are you thinking about?"
You looked at him, considered lying, but again, what good would it do?
"Max." You said, the name heavy on your tongue.
His face morphed into something unreadable and he regarded you silently. Like he was trying to reach into your brain and dissect your thoughts.
"Look," He sat down on the edge of the bathtub and peered up at you with his beautifully brown eyes. "I want to explore this with you, see where it takes us. Do you?"
You nodded before he'd finished his sentence, relief seeping into your tense body because he understood your sudden fear, he knew what you'd meant.
"Alright." He gave you a smile, radiant and reassuring. "We don't have to involve Max until we're absolutely sure where we stand."
He made it sound so easy, and maybe it was. Maybe you could do this without involving the outside world, exist in your own little bubble and see where it takes you without the added pressure from the public or either families.
Daniel helped you out of your dress, pressing small and fleeting kisses to your shoulder and arms. It was like he was trying to encourage you to take the plunge.
And in some way you did, as you stepped under the spray of the shower with him.
when u get so excited to tell someone something. but they ruin it with one shift in mood/tone/their response
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Pairing: Pierre Gasly x fem!reader, Kika x fem!reader Warnings: angst, cheating, wlw WC: ~700 F1 Masterlist
You were his. He had promised it over and over, time and time again. You were only his. He didnât want to share you, not with anyone. Privacy - that was the foundation of your relationship. Everything was kept private, so he could keep you safe.
Or so he said...
You could still see the notification when you closed your eyes. The WhatsApp message that mysteriously disappeared before you could read it, just like all the rest. You could feel the ice spreading down your spine at the lie.
It was just a group message, just one of the guys on the grid. He said it as if you didnât know the name of every driver.
âIâll be back before you wake, you wonât even notice Iâm gone,â he promised as he stepped out of the bedroom in a white linen shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. You had taken time off work to spend the summer break with him but he couldnât seem to go one night without attending a party at some club you couldnât even pronounce.
You placed your phone on the coffee table and nodded your head like a good girlfriend should, just as he expected. âBe safe. Have fun.â
âYeah, course.â He could barely hide his smile as he replied to a message on his phone, completely distracted as you did the same. âLove you.â
âYou too.â
The club was full by the time you made it inside, unable to skip the long queue because you were just another pretty face, not one of the influencers or sports stars that frequented the place. There were hundreds of people but it was impossible to miss Mr Personality in the crowd, his smile wide as his arm curled around the modelâs narrow waist.
The anonymity that came with the âprivateâ relationship worked in your favour as you made your way through the people. A few men took notice of your hips swaying with each step, but that was nothing new. Pierre had called you his âpetalâ, beautiful and in need of protecting.
âHi,â you greeted your boyfriend when you reached the ring of strangers surrounding him. He dropped his arm from the modelâs body and tore his lips away from her neck with wide-eyes. âOh, donât stop on my account, Kika is very beautiful.â
âItâs not what it looks like-â
âOf course not, it was totally innocent,â you interrupted, voice dripping with sarcasm.
âNo need to be a bitch.â You could smell the alcohol on his breath and see his eyes dilated with the thoughts he had of finishing what he started with the younger woman. He had been talking to her for weeks, waiting for their trip to align so he could do more than just slide into her DMs.
You watched his hand disappear behind her back and she bit her lip as he palmed her ass. âItâs time to make a decision,â you said as you crossed your arms. âAre you going to come home with me?â
Pierre looked between you and Kika, his eyes dropped from her face to her tits before flicking back to you. âIâm good here.â
âLetâs go, love,â you said as you held your hand out, making Pierre laugh.
His laughter died when Kika stepped away from him, taking your hand and curling her body into your side. The devilish look in her siren eyes had you combing your fingers into her dark hair as she gripped the tight dress you wore and pulled you closer. Her lips tasted of strawberry from her daiquiri and the essence of the rum was stronger on her tongue when she deepened the kiss.
âWhat the fuck?â Pierre growled as he pulled you apart to see her lipstick smeared on your smirking lips.
âYouâre not the only one in my DMs,â Kika teased as cleaned her lipstick from your face with a promising look. âIsnât that right, my petal?â
âPetal?â His face was falling with each passing second, devastation at his actions being realised the longer he looked at you. He knew he was losing you. âBaby, wait, we can talk about this.â
âYou made your bed, Pierre,â you said as you shook your head and curled your arm around Kika like he had earlier. âNow sleep alone in it.â
I can't believe this is the first original post I'm making but I'm watching "Real Genius" and I know there's a very small fandom for this movie but why haven't I seen anyone talking about how Chris Knight, and by extension young Val Kilmer, has such a slutty little waist... like he's so babygirl and his waist is so grabbable.
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