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hiii was wondering if you could write something like nico (Rosberg) falling for a fellow reporter/pundit?

hope you like it❤️

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Sky sports love | NR6

Nico Rosberg x Reporter!fem!reader

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 wasn’t 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 🙂‍↕️

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The thing about working in F1 is that you learn to hold your own.

You’ve 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 there’s 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 don’t—whether it’s an on-air debate about tire strategy or a smug comment about your latest post-race interview. He’s sharp, calculated, always looking for the upper hand.

So, naturally, you push back.

It starts small—pointed 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, you’re both leaning into the dynamic.

But somewhere along the way, it stops being just for show.

It happens in Monaco.

The weekend is relentless—packed 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 you’re running on nothing but caffeine and sheer willpower.

That’s when Nico finds you, leaning against a barrier near the paddock, sipping the last dregs of a lukewarm water bottle.

“Tough weekend?”

You glance up, too exhausted to throw back your usual sharp remark. “Something like that.”

He studies you for a second, then—before you can ask why he’s still standing there—says, “Come on.”

You frown. “Come on where?”

He shrugs. “Anywhere but here.”

Fifteen minutes later, you’re on the deck of a yacht, your heels kicked off, a cold drink in hand. It’s not his yacht, but a friend’s—one 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 distant—the 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.

“You know,” he says eventually, “I think I like you better when you’re not trying to prove me wrong.”

You snort. “That’s funny, because I definitely like you better when you’re not trying to be right all the time.”

He laughs, shaking his head. But then he turns to you, something unreadable in his gaze.

“I’m serious.”

Your smirk falters. There’s something different in his tone—something quieter, more certain.

You open your mouth, but he speaks first.

“I know what this is,” he says, watching you carefully. “What it should be. Just friendly banter, a good TV dynamic, nothing more.” He exhales, fingers tapping idly against the railing. “But tell me you don’t feel it too.”

Your breath catches.

You should say something—something 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 paddock—it’s always been more than just professional rivalry. You just weren’t 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. “And if I do?”

A slow smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Then I guess we have a problem.”

But he doesn’t look troubled at all.

And maybe, just maybe, you aren’t either.

The weight of his words lingers in the air between you, thick like the Monaco humidity.

“Then I guess we have a problem.”

You should be more cautious. You are cautious—your 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 you’re going to make… you can’t bring yourself to step away.

Instead, you tilt your head, lips curving slightly. “And what exactly do you propose we do about this problem?”

His smile is slow, knowing. “Well,” he says, eyes flicking over your face, “we could ignore it.”

You arch a brow. “That doesn’t sound like something you’re particularly good at.”

Nico exhales a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “No, I suppose not.”

Silence settles again, but it’s different now—charged, crackling like the air before a storm. His fingers are still tapping against the railing, but you notice now that it’s more deliberate, like he’s 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 you’re 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 doesn’t move back.

“So if we’re not ignoring it,” you say carefully, “what’s the alternative?”

He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, his gaze drops briefly—to your mouth, then back up—before he finally says, voice quieter now, “We see where it goes.”

Your stomach flips.

“See where it goes.” That sounds simple. It sounds like something two rational adults could do without too much trouble. But nothing about this—about him—feels simple.

You should ask what that even means. If this is some fleeting, post-race, adrenaline-fueled interest, or if it’s something deeper. If he’s thought about this before tonight. If he’s been waiting for you to catch up.

But you don’t ask.

Because suddenly, his hand is brushing against yours—light, tentative, testing the waters. And instead of pulling away, you let your fingers curl slightly, just enough to let him know you’re right there with him.

His breath hitches. Just barely. But you catch it.

Then, in a voice just above a whisper, he asks, “Can I kiss you?”

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 don’t regret it. Not even a little bit.

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nico in that blue shirt did something to me ✋🫠

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Secrets I keep | Honeymoon

Max Fewtrell x Norris!reader

summary: Your and Max’s 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 don’t think you can read as a stand alone.. I’m not sure. For some of the things said, it’s better to have read the story but it won’t kill you to not have read it

NOT PROOFREAD

you can find the full series down here ⬇️⬇️

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“Max” 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 “This is not the brightest idea” You say breathless “Is it not?” He smirks lightly “Just imagine..” He trails his lips along your neck while talking “Little you’s running around” You close your eyes “Or little me’s. With your eyes”

You gasp as max gently bites into your neck “Would make a great mom” 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.

“Ah there she is, hm? Kinky little girl. Just wanna be a good girl for me,right?” His voice was low and raspy, eyes intensely staring into yours.

“Yea” “Yeah?” His tone is mocking, but you couldn’t 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 “Don’t tease, max please” 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.

“But it’s so fun to see you at mercy, baby. Yall just for me” “Could’ve seen it long ago if you would’ve just said yes” Max raised his eyebrows “That’s how we’re playing?”

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 finally— finally— touching you.

Your hand wraps around the wrist that is holding your throat. Fingernails digging into his arm, but Max couldn’t care less.

“Max, please. Need you so bad.” Max’s 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.

“Yes- oh!” 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 weren’t 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 “Fuck Max!” “This what you wanted? To be treated like a good little slut hm?“

“Yes, yes, fuck” Max smirks as he feels your nails digging deeper into his wrist, claiming him as yours. “Should’ve made you mine way sooner, hm? Put a baby in you sooner?” He said, testing your reaction.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head and you moan “Oh dear.” He chuckled as you whined and gasped “You want me to put a baby in you? Make you a mom already?”

You nod and clench around his fingers “Fuck, you like that. Just imagine how often i’m gonna fill you up until your pregnant. Gonna look so good” You nod again, high on pleasure.

He feels you pulse and clench around him “Gonna cum, Max. Please” He smirks mischievously before pulling out “No!” Your hips chase his hand but he’s quick to press your hips down.

“Don’t be a brat now, behave. Otherwise I’ll leave you high and dry, right here” 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..

“You’re not cumming on my fingers when I can have you falling apart on my cock baby” 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.

“What do you want, pretty girl?” You blush, once again too shy to admit it. Max raised an eyebrow “You’re not getting anything until you talk”

You whine and try to pull him down to you “No. Tell me what you want, I’ll give it to you. Just need to use your words.”

“Your hand..” “My hand?” He knew exactly what you meant by the look on your face, but why would he just give it to you?

“What about my Hand, baby?” You grab his wrist and place his hand back on your throat “Oh, we’re going around talking now? Don’t worry, I’ll get you to talk” 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 “What’s wrong baby?” He asks sweetly into your ear “Not getting your way?”

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.

“I can stay here as long as I want to. Just say the word” “You can’t” “I can” “No, even you have your breaking point, Fewtrell” You cross your arms but he’s quick to push back.

“Well, 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?”

You weren’t 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.

“No” “No? Then what do you want?” His glare is making you squirm, just satisfying him more “Your cock” “You already have it”

“Want you to move, max please. Stop teasing me! You wanted this as badly as me. Stuff me full, come inside me” 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 “See? Wasn’t that hard, was it now?” 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.

“Don’t stop, Max. Please don’t stop.” He shakes his head “Don’t worry, I won’t stop. I won’t fucking stop until I put a baby inside you”

You bit your lip “Gonna fill you up so good. Showing everyone who you belong to.”

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 wasn’t gonna let this happen. You were gonna walk around, carrying his child. You didn’t need anything else than him for now.

“I’m not going anywhere” “I know baby, just making sure. Hm— oh fuck” He hissed as you clenched around him “aw, you getting close again?”

You nod “Make a mess on my cock. Come on. Cum for me” 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.

“Fuckfuckfuck” You say as Max pulls away, finally looking down between you two and comes to a halt.He lets out a quiet laugh “You really made a mess, huh? Squirted all over me”

You take a deep breath and blush “I’m so-“ “Dont even finish that sentence. That was hot” You blush and avoid his gaze “Didn’t know you could do that” “I didn’t know either”

He chuckled but slowly picked up his pace again “Now to what we’re here for,hm?” He smirked as you grip him tight, still sensitive “Okay or does it hurt to much?”

“It’s okay, you can go on” “100%?” “Yes” You nod frantically making max chuckle “Okay”

For a moment all you can hear is the skin on skin clapping and Max’s heavy breathing. His eyes still locked onto yours, scanning your every movement.

And then there is that little thing he does when he’s close. He scrunched his nose and gasps “Gonna cum baby. Gonna let me cum inside?” “Want you to come inside, please max. Want you to fill me up”

Max closed his eyes for a moment, but immediately opened them again when he felt you squeezing him “Want you to get me pregnant, please.” “Little minx, hm?” You chuckle and pull him down for a kiss as he presses his forehead to yours.

“Fuck so close, gonna get you so full. Oh my god—Fuck” 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 “That was..” “Intense” You smile exhausted. Max turns you two around, caging you on top of him.

“Gotta keep you full. Let’s stay right here” He says quietly, pressing kisses against your face, stroking your hair “You okay?” “Definitely, but tired” “Rest, sweetheart. We’ll have somethings to do while we’re here”

You close your eyes and drift off to sleep to Max’s 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.. You’ll have to live with it 🧍🏼‍♀️ Anyway.

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Masterlist

18+ Fics

(f) = fluff (s) =smut (a)= angst

Formula one

Nico Rosberg

Sky sports love (f)

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Michael Schumacher

work in progress

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Lewis Hamilton

work in progress

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Charles leclerc

work in progress..

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Kimi Antonelli

work in progress..

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Franco Colapinto

work in progress..

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Others

Max Fewtrell

Secrets I keep | Honeymoon (s)

more to be added (I’m just to lazy to add the rest rn)