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summary: Nico and you are a reporter pair on sky sports and somehow unserious banter turns into something real really quick..
warnings: none, a kiss
not proofread
a/n: I wasnât sure if you wanted smut in it, so I left it out for now but there are smut fics in work for our dear britney đââïž
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The thing about working in F1 is that you learn to hold your own.
Youâve spent years perfecting the art of the quick-witted interview, of slipping between charm and challenge with just enough finesse to get the answers you need without stepping on too many toes. You know how to banter with drivers, how to navigate the politics of the paddock, how to keep your cool when tensions run high.
And then thereâs him.
Nico Rosberg, 2016 World Champion turned pundit, whose on-screen presence is equal parts insightful and insufferable. He challenges you in a way most donâtâwhether itâs an on-air debate about tire strategy or a smug comment about your latest post-race interview. Heâs sharp, calculated, always looking for the upper hand.
So, naturally, you push back.
It starts smallâpointed remarks, playful eye rolls, the occasional dramatic sigh whenever he insists on proving a point. The fans eat it up. Clips of your interviews together rack up views, Twitter threads dissect every exchange, and soon enough, youâre both leaning into the dynamic.
But somewhere along the way, it stops being just for show.
It happens in Monaco.
The weekend is relentlessâpacked schedules, unbearable heat, and a media pen so chaotic it feels like a war zone. By the time Sunday evening rolls around, your patience is hanging by a thread, your feet are aching, and youâre running on nothing but caffeine and sheer willpower.
Thatâs when Nico finds you, leaning against a barrier near the paddock, sipping the last dregs of a lukewarm water bottle.
âTough weekend?â
You glance up, too exhausted to throw back your usual sharp remark. âSomething like that.â
He studies you for a second, thenâbefore you can ask why heâs still standing thereâsays, âCome on.â
You frown. âCome on where?â
He shrugs. âAnywhere but here.â
Fifteen minutes later, youâre on the deck of a yacht, your heels kicked off, a cold drink in hand. Itâs not his yacht, but a friendâsâone of the many floating in the marina, buzzing with post-race celebrations.
Except this one is quiet. Peaceful. Away from the chaos.
You exhale slowly, letting the night air cool your skin. From here, the city feels distantâthe bright lights reflecting off the water, the sounds of revelry muffled by the gentle rocking of the boat.
Nico is beside you, leaning against the railing, his expression unusually relaxed.
âYou know,â he says eventually, âI think I like you better when youâre not trying to prove me wrong.â
You snort. âThatâs funny, because I definitely like you better when youâre not trying to be right all the time.â
He laughs, shaking his head. But then he turns to you, something unreadable in his gaze.
âIâm serious.â
Your smirk falters. Thereâs something different in his toneâsomething quieter, more certain.
You open your mouth, but he speaks first.
âI know what this is,â he says, watching you carefully. âWhat it should be. Just friendly banter, a good TV dynamic, nothing more.â He exhales, fingers tapping idly against the railing. âBut tell me you donât feel it too.â
Your breath catches.
You should say somethingâsomething logical, something that keeps things uncomplicated.
But the truth is, you do. You have for a while now.
The teasing, the debates, the way your eyes always seem to find each other across the paddockâitâs always been more than just professional rivalry. You just werenât sure if he felt it too.
Until now.
The silence stretches, the weight of unspoken words hanging between you.
Finally, you swallow, forcing yourself to speak. âAnd if I do?â
A slow smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. âThen I guess we have a problem.â
But he doesnât look troubled at all.
And maybe, just maybe, you arenât either.
The weight of his words lingers in the air between you, thick like the Monaco humidity.
âThen I guess we have a problem.â
You should be more cautious. You are cautiousâyour whole career has been built on staying sharp, keeping things professional, never giving anyone a reason to question your position in this world.
And yet, standing here, under the glow of the city lights, with Nico watching you like he already knows what choice youâre going to make⊠you canât bring yourself to step away.
Instead, you tilt your head, lips curving slightly. âAnd what exactly do you propose we do about this problem?â
His smile is slow, knowing. âWell,â he says, eyes flicking over your face, âwe could ignore it.â
You arch a brow. âThat doesnât sound like something youâre particularly good at.â
Nico exhales a quiet laugh, shaking his head. âNo, I suppose not.â
Silence settles again, but itâs different nowâcharged, crackling like the air before a storm. His fingers are still tapping against the railing, but you notice now that itâs more deliberate, like heâs holding himself back.
You could walk away right now. You could turn this into nothing more than a fleeting moment, something to laugh about later when youâre both back under the bright lights of the paddock, playing your parts in front of the cameras.
Or..
You take a slow step forward. Not enough to close the space completely, but enough to make your intention clear.
Nico doesnât move back.
âSo if weâre not ignoring it,â you say carefully, âwhatâs the alternative?â
He doesnât answer right away. Instead, his gaze drops brieflyâto your mouth, then back upâbefore he finally says, voice quieter now, âWe see where it goes.â
Your stomach flips.
âSee where it goes.â That sounds simple. It sounds like something two rational adults could do without too much trouble. But nothing about thisâabout himâfeels simple.
You should ask what that even means. If this is some fleeting, post-race, adrenaline-fueled interest, or if itâs something deeper. If heâs thought about this before tonight. If heâs been waiting for you to catch up.
But you donât ask.
Because suddenly, his hand is brushing against yoursâlight, tentative, testing the waters. And instead of pulling away, you let your fingers curl slightly, just enough to let him know youâre right there with him.
His breath hitches. Just barely. But you catch it.
Then, in a voice just above a whisper, he asks, âCan I kiss you?â
And the only thing you can do is nod.
Later, when the world is quiet and the night has settled into something softer, you find yourself still standing on that yacht, still wrapped in the aftershock of what just happened.
You should be panicking. You should be overanalyzing every second of it.
But when Nico looks at you, expression warm and unreadable all at once, the only thing you can think is
You donât regret it. Not even a little bit.
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nico in that blue shirt did something to me âđ«
summary: Your and Maxâs honeymoon and the eventual addition??
warnings: max gets FREAKY and possessive kinda , choking, slight overstimulation, fingering, degradation, cockwarming, talks abt pregnancy, breeeedinggg
a/n: I donât think you can read as a stand alone.. Iâm not sure. For some of the things said, itâs better to have read the story but it wonât kill you to not have read it
NOT PROOFREAD
you can find the full series down here âŹïžâŹïž
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âMaxâ You breathe and pull away making Max chase your lips.He hovers over you and his eyes are filled with desire.
He tilts his head at you âThis is not the brightest ideaâ You say breathless âIs it not?â He smirks lightly âJust imagine..â He trails his lips along your neck while talking âLittle youâs running aroundâ You close your eyes âOr little meâs. With your eyesâ
You gasp as max gently bites into your neck âWould make a great momâ He tilts your head up to his liking but pauses a moment and looks at his hand. Your eyes meet and he smirks. His hand slowly wanders to your throat and you eyes turn hazy.
âAh there she is, hm? Kinky little girl. Just wanna be a good girl for me,right?â His voice was low and raspy, eyes intensely staring into yours.
âYeaâ âYeah?â His tone is mocking, but you couldnât care less. Your hands grip his shoulders, keeping him close. Fearing he might slip away if you let go.
He chuckled and tightened his grip on your throat. His other hand slowly traveled south. The lower he got, the slower he went. His fingertips left a burning feeling behind, like a prickling sensation.
You clench your jaw and look at max âDonât tease, max pleaseâ Max looks like he was thinking for a moment, which results in him looking at you with a flash of pity which quickly turns into a smirk.
âBut itâs so fun to see you at mercy, baby. Yall just for meâ âCouldâve seen it long ago if you wouldâve just said yesâ Max raised his eyebrows âThatâs how weâre playing?â
His hand slipped into your underwear and ran one finger trough your folds. You gasp and squeeze your eyes shot at the relief of him finallyâ finallyâ touching you.
Your hand wraps around the wrist that is holding your throat. Fingernails digging into his arm, but Max couldnât care less.
âMax, please. Need you so bad.â Maxâs movements halt for a second before he takes mercy on you and pushes two fingers into you, drawing circles on your clit with his thumb.
âYes- oh!â You felt max everywhere. Every single sense was filled with him. His fingers pumped in and out of you in an agonising slow way.
You had gotten your way, but not exactly what you imagined. Max loved to use loopholes when you werenât specific enough. It gave him the perfect opportunity to tease you further.
But before you could actually complain, he curled his fingers upwards.
He smirked and kissed you again, his hand not slowing down at all âFuck Max!â âThis what you wanted? To be treated like a good little slut hm?â
âYes, yes, fuckâ Max smirks as he feels your nails digging deeper into his wrist, claiming him as yours. âShouldâve made you mine way sooner, hm? Put a baby in you sooner?â He said, testing your reaction.
Your eyes roll into the back of your head and you moan âOh dear.â He chuckled as you whined and gasped âYou want me to put a baby in you? Make you a mom already?â
You nod and clench around his fingers âFuck, you like that. Just imagine how often iâm gonna fill you up until your pregnant. Gonna look so goodâ You nod again, high on pleasure.
He feels you pulse and clench around him âGonna cum, Max. Pleaseâ He smirks mischievously before pulling out âNo!â Your hips chase his hand but heâs quick to press your hips down.
âDonât be a brat now, behave. Otherwise Iâll leave you high and dry, right hereâ His voice is dangerously low and his eyes have that twinkle in them.
You knew better than to play with him, unless you really wanted to. Which might be a bad idea now..
âYouâre not cumming on my fingers when I can have you falling apart on my cock babyâ He takes his hand of your throat and you immediately feel cold, missing his hand. You pout a bit which Max tilts his head at.
âWhat do you want, pretty girl?â You blush, once again too shy to admit it. Max raised an eyebrow âYouâre not getting anything until you talkâ
You whine and try to pull him down to you âNo. Tell me what you want, Iâll give it to you. Just need to use your words.â
âYour hand..â âMy hand?â He knew exactly what you meant by the look on your face, but why would he just give it to you?
âWhat about my Hand, baby?â You grab his wrist and place his hand back on your throat âOh, weâre going around talking now? Donât worry, Iâll get you to talkâ He almost growled as he lined himself up.
His eyes meet yours as he pushes himself inside you, slow, inch by inch. You glare at him âWhatâs wrong baby?â He asks sweetly into your ear âNot getting your way?â
You scrunch your eyebrows together in surprise as Max pushed all the way inside. But to your annoyance, he stays still. You groan and press your heard backwards into the pillow.
âI can stay here as long as I want to. Just say the wordâ âYou canâtâ âI canâ âNo, even you have your breaking point, Fewtrellâ You cross your arms but heâs quick to push back.
âWell, Mrs. Fewtrell. Do you really wanna find out how often I can make you almost fall over the edge to just take it from you? Is that what you want?â
You werenât the biggest fan of his edging games, it was cruel and mean, for him it was fun. Even more for you if tables turned and he was desperately begging you to let him come. And when you did, you just kept stroking him into the next and next orgasm.
âNoâ âNo? Then what do you want?â His glare is making you squirm, just satisfying him more âYour cockâ âYou already have itâ
âWant you to move, max please. Stop teasing me! You wanted this as badly as me. Stuff me full, come inside meâ You whine and cry out.
Max was barely able to hold himself back after that.
His hips finally set a fast pace, his hand tightened around your neck âSee? Wasnât that hard, was it now?â Your eyes roll into the back of your skull as you feel him hit your cervix over and over again.
Pain mixing with pleasure. Your whole body felt hot and you knew you were at his mercy when he started playing with your clit.
âDonât stop, Max. Please donât stop.â He shakes his head âDonât worry, I wonât stop. I wonât fucking stop until I put a baby inside youâ
You bit your lip âGonna fill you up so good. Showing everyone who you belong to.â
You knew with the tone and the look in his eyes, he had one specific person in mind. Someone who had shown back up. Someone he had his suspicions about, would think he could have you back.
He wasnât gonna let this happen. You were gonna walk around, carrying his child. You didnât need anything else than him for now.
âIâm not going anywhereâ âI know baby, just making sure. Hmâ oh fuckâ He hissed as you clenched around him âaw, you getting close again?â
You nod âMake a mess on my cock. Come on. Cum for meâ You let out a moan that could be heard in a porn scene and pull max impossible close with your legs around him.
Max leans closer, and pressed his lips to yours. Hot white pleasure runs through your body, making your thighs shake.
âFuckfuckfuckâ You say as Max pulls away, finally looking down between you two and comes to a halt.He lets out a quiet laugh âYou really made a mess, huh? Squirted all over meâ
You take a deep breath and blush âIâm so-â âDont even finish that sentence. That was hotâ You blush and avoid his gaze âDidnât know you could do thatâ âI didnât know eitherâ
He chuckled but slowly picked up his pace again âNow to what weâre here for,hm?â He smirked as you grip him tight, still sensitive âOkay or does it hurt to much?â
âItâs okay, you can go onâ â100%?â âYesâ You nod frantically making max chuckle âOkayâ
For a moment all you can hear is the skin on skin clapping and Maxâs heavy breathing. His eyes still locked onto yours, scanning your every movement.
And then there is that little thing he does when heâs close. He scrunched his nose and gasps âGonna cum baby. Gonna let me cum inside?â âWant you to come inside, please max. Want you to fill me upâ
Max closed his eyes for a moment, but immediately opened them again when he felt you squeezing him âWant you to get me pregnant, please.â âLittle minx, hm?â You chuckle and pull him down for a kiss as he presses his forehead to yours.
âFuck so close, gonna get you so full. Oh my godâFuckâ With a few more trusts he pushes as deep as he can and fills you up. You can feel the warm liquid, making you feel even fuller.
You gasp a little at the feeling, and Max slowly comes down from his high. His forehead was still resting against yours, trying to catch his breath.
He chuckled as his eyes opened âThat was..â âIntenseâ You smile exhausted. Max turns you two around, caging you on top of him.
âGotta keep you full. Letâs stay right hereâ He says quietly, pressing kisses against your face, stroking your hair âYou okay?â âDefinitely, but tiredâ âRest, sweetheart. Weâll have somethings to do while weâre hereâ
You close your eyes and drift off to sleep to Maxâs steady heart beat. Max smiles as he keeps caressing your hair. He had found his place in the world, and it was right next to you.
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I hate this. But I was to lazy to re write so.. Youâll have to live with it đ§đŒââïž Anyway.