let’s find you that love story you need today! all fluffy or a bit more spicy? summertime heat, autumn breeze, cracking fireplace, birdsong…? more than happy to help! and they’re just waiting to get lost in your loving eyes. so, who will it be today?
paul aron
too hot to handle
rising
oliver bearman
andrea kimi antonelli
second first
pepe marti
to teach a young dog old tricks
what hides beneath
luke browning
franco colapinto
headcanons
f2 2024 boys when you're on your period
f2 2024 boys when someone else compliments you
f2 2024 boys during christmas preparations
nothing to your taste? feel free to slide into my asks. i write mostly fluffy pieces in a x reader format. formula 1, 2, even 3. headcanons, short story, preferences? or maybe waiting for a matchmaker to find the perfect driver for you? i’d love to help find the one for you!
hii! could you write some kimi x reader fluff? please and thank youu<3
sure i can! buckle up, teenage feels incoming!
second first | andrea kimi antonelli x gn!reader
warnings: none! bit awkwardness and butterflies flying around
summary: what happens when you’re both way too awkward and stressed about the first date?
you and kimi were introduced by mutual friends, hanging out from time to time with the group
you always seemed to laugh so much together, discussing zombie apocalypse survival, different types of zombies, and even what you would do if you had to face them together!
that thought always made both of you giggle and blush, much to the amusement of your friends
“god, just go on a date already! we’re tired of your endless yapping, jeez”
and so you did
“um, well, would you uh-“ “right! mm, yeah, i’d love to go have lunch!” “-hand me my phone, well, uhh, that too!! sorry, thank you! i’ll text you the address”
you scratched your neck in embarrassment, and he hid his face in his hands
"sorry-" "you don't have to-"
you both spoke at the same time and burst into laughter
it was easier to laugh than to speak, with all your friends around and the weight of your own undefined feelings lingering in your mind
the restaurant was nice, maybe too noce for two teenagers to have their first date and it was obvious someone was trying *really* hard
kimi was wearing a suit, a suspiciously well tied tie around his neck: a consequence of ollie's lessons and eventually doing it himself because kimi's hands were shaking too much
and here you were, looking like an absolute vision and staring right into his eyes
"andrea, what did you get yourself into?" he muttered under his breath in italian
a thousand thoughts were racing through his mind: should i kiss their hand? should i wave? hug them?
it looked like he was going to shake your hand and ended up giving you an awkward side hug, getting confused with his moves...
oh dear
the whole evening is filled with shy glances and occasional stuttering
it's just so hard to keep your eyes away from kimi's shining eyes you end up staring
"i'll get it, okay?" he said shyly and you blinked a few times to get back to reality
"uhh, sorry?" he titled his head forward, equally confused, he couldn't tell you were staring as he was too busy fighting his intrusive thoughts
"would it be too forward? too old-fashioned? but mom said-"
he ends up paying and you manage to stammer out a thanks and soon you're outside, trying to form a coherent sentence and say farewell
"it was really-" "i can't thank you-"
"please, you first"
you stifled a laugh and smiled awkwardly before speaking up again
“tonight was really nice and i really appreciate you for taking me out to such a nice place and uhh… i fell sorry that-“
“that it was so awkward?” he finished with a lopsided grin “yeah, im sorry too. but maybe, well, that doesn’t mean it’s completely over, right?” his voice heightened and he gesticulated a lot “i mean, i like you, like, a lot-“
“i like you too, kimi” you whispered, the confession causing both of you to blush like crazy
“really?? i mean, amazing! so does that, well, could i get another chance?”
“another chance at what?” you asked and titled your head
“at taking you out on a first date. second first date or whatever, i want it to be really perfect this time, i swear, you’ll love it this time-“
you cut him off by pressing a small kiss to his cheek
“of course, kimi. let’s just have a good time together, right?” you asked shyly
“yeah, right. whatever you like” he grinned stupidly
he will definitely make sure this chance isn’t a wasted one
can you do headcanons of pepe marti having a long term crush on a driver!reader (like since childhood/karting days)? They're both managed by Fernando Alonso, and he's basically meddling trying to set the two of them up, while stil overprotective of reader.
to teach a young dog some old tricks | pepe marti x fem!reader
a confession: im quite new to to the pepe lore and fanbase so i tried really really hard to make this as accurate and interesting as possible. that being said, omg i have so many thoughts about this!!! it’s such a fun and playful idea i got to reaserch and writing as soon as i could! have a wonderful day baby and i sincerely hope you enjoy this one! cheers!! <3
i know i have some requests to write about paul but i can’t do it rn still processing his soft launch someone help
warning(s): teen feels! awkwardness and a lot of cutesy moments
pepe was one of your best friends since you can remember - you started karting around europe around the same time and quickly developed a strong bond
there weren’t a lot of girls at the tracks, and some boys weren’t very nice, but that wasn’t pepe’s style
even on a bad rainy day, he was full of smiles and encouraging words
he thought you were impressive- okay, maybe a little scary at first, with the fiery gleam in your eyes and a wide grin that made his teenage heart clench a little
therefore, he tried his best not to make you upset like those other kids, with their loud voices and nasty remarks
and so your defensive walls quickly crumbled: you became attached to the hip ever since
that was the story thought most of your junior series: it was always you and pepe against the world, both fiercely protective of each other on and off track
it was one of the things that drew in fernando alonso: he couldn’t remember the last time he smiled so much watching the two of you fight your way through the field and celebrate together
true passion and friendship, the very essence of the sport he devoted his life toward
he knew instantly that he wanted to see you grow and help cultivate that fire you displayed on track
“joder, kids these days… just like me and lewis back in the day huh”
that’s how you were taken under his wing and for a while things were going perfectly
that was until christian came into the picture
he had this disarming charm and warmth about him that matched pepe’s playfulness and kindness: soon they were inseparable, despite being in different teams and under different managers, they seemed to hang out all the time
it became worse when all of you moved to f3 and the boys became teammates
pepe’s greetings became briefer and his usual chatter was replaced by awkwardness
“hey! good to see you, uh, good luck in practice, sorry, i gotta go- chris told me the team needs me, see ya!”
it was upsetting, for sure, you were always there for each other in the past: he wasn’t performing well and you weren’t either
it seemed as the universe was telling you that the only way to succeed was together
“por dios, im such an idiot! why did i mess up turn four, rookie mistake-”
he ranted to chris all the time, just like he did to you all those years, but now it was different
“mate, don’t be so hard on yourself, nobody’s mad at you. out of all people, she will understand”
he was so ashamed
pepe didn’t want you to see him this frustrated, this weak… especially since you were so mad after your dnf; he wanted to come, but when he had heard those swears spew out of your perfect lips, the air just got kicked out of his lungs
his mind was completely blank, and all he could do was stare at you from the distance and stumble out a sorry and pull half-hearted smile
you were just so pretty when you were mad, he wanted to comfort you, to make it better, to blow off some steam together, to hug, to kiss that pout way from your lips… hold up, what?
the truth is, pepe had a massive crush on you
he tried to get him to confess, to talk to you at least, but it was all in vain
mansell figured him out quickly and teased him relentlessly about it until he realised just how deeply pepe’s feelings ran
it was one that begun as admiration and friendship and grew slowly into something more as you grew up together, without his even noticing when you became so beautiful he couldn’t think straight when you were nearby
when fernando saw the results, he was surprised to say the least’ what do you mean? his two star drivers, competing for points instead of wins every weekend? it raised some eyebrows around the paddock
he had thought he figured it out quickly, the pressure got to you and you weren’t getting the same amount of support, right? but pepe? he made so many new friends and seemed to be just fine besides his results: so what has changed?
he needed one look at your face after he mentioned pepe’s name to knew what this was about
“you two are going to jerez with me. i don’t want any excuses”
he though that getting you in the same room for a longer period would solve the problem by itself but oh damn how quickly that one backfired
at the track, pepe was making mistake after mistake, avoiding alonso’s gaze and your presence
“you see this? you have this pattern when you mess up the left-hander and instantly go off the racing like at sequence- pepe, mierda, ¿estas escuchando o no?”
under each his determined look there was hint of sheepishness and shame
“in my time when a boy liked a girl he would just ask her our on a date and not make a disaster out of himself”
he said gruffly but his tense expression was soon replaced by understanding and a bit of mischief in his eyes
“but, i can’t possibly do that to her! she’s already under so much pressure and i’s scared i’ll ruin our friendship-“
“believe me, if you keep this up it’ll get ruined soon. you can either man up and do something about or lose her and your career in the process”
fernando’s words were harsh but rang true: he had to do something about
the next few days were a mix of gruesome training and long talks
you were both too exhausted to lie and fernando’s efforts to get two of you alone in one room didn’t go unnoticed: on the fifth day pepe gave up and confessed, stuttering and blushing but confessed either way
he then apologizes by taking you out to a very nice restaurant (one that may or may not have been recommended by the older spaniard)
pepe was very careful with his words, remembering the words of his mentor: "if she doesn't run you over - i will"
2024 f2 boys during christmas preparations | f2 grid picks x gn!reader
i’ve been feeling really tired during those last few days and thought that i could use some help. who better than my favourite drivers! lay back and enjoy this small christmas gift! happy holidays, cuties!! <3
pairings: ollie bearman x gn!reader, kimi antonelli x gn!reader, zane maloney x gn!reader, paul aron x gn!reader, pepe marti x gn!reader, luke browning x gn!reader, franco colapinto x gn!reader;
warning(s): cuteness overload!!
ollie bearman | prema —> haas f1
as we know, the boy is a menace in the kitchen
so he helps with the christmas tree!
shows off his strength by carrying the tree to your house
excited to see all the lights and ornaments, wants to make it really perfect since you're doing it together
teases you about your height so so much
will lift you just so you can put the star on top of the tree! so cute!
kimi antonelli | prema —> mercedes amg petronas
he's a little flustered with all of this
can't help with the food, the tree is already decorated, what is even left?!
the presents!!
kimi would be the ultimate perfectionist in terms of wrapping
and don't even try to convince him that he can use a gift bag
every single item will be neatly wrapped with a bow on top
"can i wrap you up next?"
zane maloney | rodin —> formula e
king of confusion
chances are the chritmas traditions in your countries are vastly different and it's normal to be puzzled
zane would blindly follow your lead and admire how you handle yourself with so many responsibilities
"woah, babe, exactly how many cakes have you baked? this is so good!"
cleans up after your cooking because he sees how exhausted you are
"you need to teach me how to make this so i can help you out better"
paul aron | hitech —> bwt alpine reserve driver
surprisingly useful!!
my man will try to show off his baking skills but will end up asking questions every two minutes to make sure he doesn’t mess anything up
and thank god he asked, because no paul, you can’t add protein powder to my christmas pudding!
very clingy and affectionate, something about holidays together makes his heart melt
brushing his fingers over yours and teasing because he knows you will get frustrated and can't act on your needs
grins when you pounce on his later
pepe marti | campos, red bull academy
type of overachiever boyfriend who will start planning everything november 1st
all the dishes, the decorations, dates... you can count on him to have everything ready
but he somehow forgot about one thing: gifts
emergency last minute shopping, filled with laughs and good food!
"baby this dress would look so pretty on you!" "pepe we already bought so much-" "who cares! let's buy you this dress and, omg, is this matching lingerie?"
very excited puppy!
luke browning | hitech —> f2
really happy to be of help with just about anything
the type of guy to yap about his family traditions, his mom's cooking
not to compare or shame you, he just really loves christmas and wants you to be a part of his world so much
"mom, how do you make these cookies? i want to make them for my darling this year"
overall, it is very sweet and caring during this time
bc he's already imagining your future together and how would your family home look during christmas omg
franco colapinto | mp —> williams racing
curious about anything and everything
"hey, hey, baby! how did you make this? it looks to pretty"
you're stuck with his for hours tbh
will try to help you and fail miserably, causing even more mess and more work
flour will end up on the floor and on your faces
absolutely shameless about it, looks at you with puppy dog eyes
"come on baby, you weren't paying attention to me and now i ruined it! it's not my fault"
will try to make it up with a kiss or two, or five
2024 f2 boys when someone else compliments you | f2 grid picks x gn!reader
since u liked the previous part so much, i decided to write a little more and added franquito! he has a special place in my heart after this season (mentally i’m still in imola sprint). i’m very open to learn about more drivers and add them to the list! have a nice read!
pairing(s): ollie bearman x gn!reader, kimi antonelli x gn!reader, zane maloney x gn!reader, paul aron x gn!reader, pepe marti x gn!reader, luke browning x gn!reader, franco colapinto x gn!reader;
2024 f2 boys when you’re on your period | f2 grid picks! x afab!reader
i tried to keep is as gender neutral as possible, i hope you enjoy! i’m still not over this season tbh, so this is me celebrating all the wonderful we made watching f2 this year! most iconic podiums, best battles and the most amazing lineup. it was a pleasure to enjoy this ride with all of you
pairing(s): ollie bearman x afab!reader, kimi antonelli x afab!reader, zane maloney x afab!reader, paul aron x afab!reader, pepe marti x afab!reader, luke browning x afab!reader;
warning(s): mentions of blood?, periods in general, maybe innuendo?
ollie bearman | prema—> haas f1
surprisingly shy about it!
doesn’t want to hurt you in any way, since you’re so sensitive and sore all over
figures its better to not say anything when you’re having an outburst
just watches you with puppy dog eyes and whisperes “can i do anything for you?”
you either burst into tears or scream at him for being so clueless and then also cry into his chest
so he just makes tea
he doesn't really know how to cook, but the british upbringing made him an excellent tea brewer
or so he tells you, knowing it makes you roll your eyes and chuckle
kimi antonelli | prema —> mercedes amg petronas
so so eager to do anything for you!
but kimi might be quite confused about things, especially if you have some weird cravings lol
he’s going to joke about those brownies or steaks, even if you get mad with him, he doesn’t understand he overstepped until you’re really upset with him
so desperate to get you to forgive him
my boy is panicking
turns into a real-life teddy bear
too scared to say anything and trusts that physical contact with do the talking for him
would put on your favourite movie and press kisses all over your cute face until you pout
"please don't pout, tesoro. can i do anything to make you smile again?"
zane maloney | rodin —> formula e
takes this time as an opportunity to get to know you even better
long talks when you can’t sleep bc of cramps and soreness
makes it a point to ask about everything and anything you might need during this time
absolutely ridiculously in love with you, this guy, i swear
has a list of things to do before you get your period
"why would you have a period tracker on your phone?"
he's totally unfazed if you scream at him, which angers you even more and then burst into tears, because why is he so??
he would kiss belly, especially if you're ticklish, just to make you smile a little
paul aron | hitech —> bwt alpine reserve driver
actually enjoys this immensely
he feels useful and that makes him feel good about himself and your relationship
snack run? watch him storm out of the apartment in seconds
blood stain? more than glad to wash your covers
takes this opportunity to bring more blankets and tuck you in
would go absolutely feral if you're particularly sensitive during this time
has to touch you all the time, just to make sure nothing bad happens to you
right? hm, sure. totally not bc he wants to see you squirm a little, nope
pepe marti | campos, redbull academy
resident boyfriend material
but so so smug about it!!!
would be disgustingly overprepared and proud of himself, bragging about what a great partner he is
especially if you get emotional about it (hormones can be rough ugh)
stops yapping once he realises you’re serious and in need some comfort
you’re in his lap in seconds, his warm arms hugging your frame
i would picture him shirtless, trying to give you as much warmth as he can as you cuddle into the late hours of the night
luke browning | hitech —> f2
that’s, my friends, a classic gentleman
he’s quite known for being close with his family, very down to earth, and mature
so i think that attitude would extend to taking care of you during those few difficult days
i picture him calling his mum to ask how to be there for you
he's very perceptive, any gaps in his knowledge are quickly filled by his keen observations and eagerness to learn
would search the internet for cramp remedies and end up with some oddly specific ridiculous one
it's either a miracle or a total disaster, but he manages to bring a smile to your face every time, so he's satisfied
let me know if you'd like more content like that or any drivers you'd like me to write for
i can't believe this. i really can't. i cried so much but it's still so surreal. my boy won. paul aron is today's winner. my love is a winner. congratulations, paul. you're the man
the whole day i couldn't stop yapping about paul. my love, my favourite, my dream. im so insanely proud. after this rollercoaster of a season, a happy ending. ill sleep happy and more hopeful tonight. paul aron, alpine reserve driver, how good does that sound.
also, just brace yourselves, it’s long. smut to comfort, to fluff
summary: rising tensions, rising sun. would it give rise to something beautiful?
dampness in your panties and butterflies in your stomach were a dangerous combination. especially for a one night stand.
but it was the summer vacation and you were in italy, staring at the most beautiful boy you’ve ever seen. logic had nothing to do with this, because his body was now pressing into you, almost overwhelming you with the heat. you could feel his biceps flexing underneath the think fabric of the shirt, threatening to rip the material apart. and you probably would’ve done that yourself already if you weren’t still in public, making out at the side of the road. both of you stupid with desire. didn’t help with actually finding your way to his hotel room.
your clothes didn’t last long, now scattered all over the floor and the bed. “fuck” he hummed into the kiss as you unclasped your bra. his hands were everywhere. feeling the weight of your ass, relishing the way his touch send shivers down your spine and made your kisses deepen. you head a low moan, but couldn’t be sure which one of you let it out. you were a mess, mess of limbs, sloppy kisses and clothes. paul took you in his arms, breathless. “you sure? sure you want it?” you just kissed him. “just fuck me” you smirked.
soon his tongue making circles around your entrance, hovering over your clit, only for his teeth to graze over it lightly. his blonde curls tickled your sensitive skin. shyly, you caressed it and tugged on a strand of his hair. god, it was so soft. you couldn’t help it, you threw back your head and felt tears forming in your eyes. sadness, pleasure, longing and pure admiration for his beauty proved lethal. “that good, huh?” he smirked, his tone teasing. you swallowed hard. his eyes bore into you mercilessly, but there was something so warm about it. so warm that it have you butterflies.
paul loved seeing the reaction to his teasing. the parted lips, small shivers and muscles tensing under his touch. he was pretty damn good with his tongue and hands. all the one night stands, the nights with his ex, some friends with benefits made him amazing at giving oral. it made him proud to see a girl come undone just from his fingers. the control and the sights got him every time. but he has never brought a girl to tears. he just hoped it was the good kind of tears.
“no, ugh, i mean… yes.” you inhaled sharply through clenched teeth. “you just look really fucking beautiful between my legs.” paul groaned and bit the inside of your thigh, unable to suppress the moan. you yelped quietly and bucked your hips into his face. your body telling him to focus his ministrations elsewhere. he was more than happy to oblige, sinking his tongue into your core, his hands spreading your legs wider, caressing your smooth skin. “can you keep it open for me?” he asked, kissing just under your belly button.
his tone was so tender your heart swelled with affection. you nodded, not trusting your voice. he took his right hand and groped your ass. he sucked on his index finger and slowly dipped it inside, earning an impatient shudder. he smiled and returned to sucking your clit, while his thumb collected your wetness. with just one finger, moving slowly and the middle finger teasing the other hole, another moan filled his ears. you felt him chuckle into your core, fingering you until you came for the first time.
your thighs closed on his head, a sigh escaped your lips. you layed motionless, mind hazy until you felt him lick his way up from your core. you lowered yourself to meet him in a passionate kiss. there was more than just the usual hunger and selfish desire. there was warmth in it. you wrapped your legs around his waist, hands cupping his cheeks. you were on top of him and looked into his eyes for permission. “go on, baby” he said breathless. your fingers traced the edge of his boxers, with every touch getting closer to his already hard erection.
the last article of clothes fell to the ground with the help of your teeth. paul moaned at the sight of you freeing his member with a single move of your mouth. you scoffed and smirked, reaching over to your scattered panties. still warm and damp. not thinking much you put them between his parted rosy lips. his moans sent shivers down your spine, but you didn’t want to risk getting caught. you saw the shock in his eyes, but it only made you clench your pussy.
your hands were on his chest, your body was hovering over him. you teased him, rubbing your soaked core over his length. his hands grabbed hold of your ass, guiding you to finally sink into him. you smirked, feeling the desperation in his movements. you pressed a sweet kiss onto his neck as you lowered your hips, taking him in slowly and pulling away again, leaving just the tip inside. you started riding him, fast, just to stop for a second, just to watch his face contort in pleasure. you picked up your pace again until your legs started giving out. you gasped, feeling your edge getting closer.
you took out your panties from his mouth and kissed him tenderly. he could feel you slowing down and gently flipped you beneath him. “let me finish this?” he asked, gasping for air. “yes, please.” you choked out and felt him thrust into you with a single move of his hips. paul bit his lip, breathing heavily and he looked absolutely sinful and beautiful doing it. not even breaking a sweat, pounding into you without mercy. you gasped every time he hit that sweet spot inside. “i’m close” you whimpered. “me too”
he stayed inside even when the cum filled up the condom, even when he slowly collapsed onto you. feeling the clenching slowly fade away, seeing your eyes lazily flutter open again. “f-fuck” your legs were wrapped around his waist, keeping him close, letting yourself enjoy this moment of fullness just for another second. you felt his head rest on your shoulder, his breath tickling your collarbone. this action alone made you clench again. you blushed and giggled. “hey” the blonde only hummed in response and pressed a sloppy kiss onto your skin.
“d’you want to shower?” you looked at him and hummed. tried to stand up, but your thighs didn’t want to comply. you took a hesitant step forward, only making paul’s smile wider. he kissed your temple and scooped you up into his arms. could’ve sworn you heard him whisper the word cute into your hair. he put you down carefully, his arm lingering for a second too long. like he wanted to join you, but was too scared to ask. flashed you a sheepish smile before disappearing behind closed doors.
like a horse released out of the reins, you thoughts were running wild, your heart chasing them around. you paid little attention to the water dripping down your body, because you were biting down on your arm. “i wasn’t supposed to do this” you scolded yourself and groaned silently. you were supposed to stay away from boys. especially those who only wanted to have fun for one night. and especially those who made you feel like it was more than a hookup. only to get your heart broken all over again until it was so cold it scared you.
fuck. but who could blame you? for when you left the shower, there was a fresh linen shirt and some underwear waiting for you. he left the hotel room. did he want to put some distance between you? or he went back to partying? because it was just a one night stand, a conquest or whatever. you ran a hand through your damp hair, now messy from shaking your head with disapproval and wandering around the room. fuck, what were you even doing with a boy like that? looking like a fuckboy, with at least a dozen girls eyeing him that night and a group of friends that stared at them knowingly.
but before your thoughts could spiral completely out of control, the door opened. to reveal a tangled mass of blonde curls and two boxes of pizza. then paul’s flushed cheeks and parted lips when he saw you. his eye lit up immediately. “i was scared you would leave” he confessed, scratching the back of his neck, laughing nervously. you returned the smile and chuckled.
it felt almost like a date. almost. because you were both fucked out, laying down on the floor, two candles barely enough to light up the room. because you were eating with your hands and stealing awkward glances at each other. because the only thing you knew about him was his name and how he felt inside of you. because the mere thought of what you just did made you blush furiously.
“sorry, can i ask you something” you looked at him, your eyes lazy. “sure” was he… nervous? paul ran a hand through his curls meeting your eyes before looking away again, saying: “you didn’t cry because of pleasure, did you?” he whispered.
well, fuck it, you’re probably never gonna see each other again. like all the other one night stands. it was just for one night. right? for some reason that realisation left a bitter taste in your mouth.
“you’re right” you pursed your lips and focused your eyes on the melting wax. anywhere but his face, anywhere but his warm eyes, that looked like the light at the end of the tunnel that was your romantic life. “there was something in your eyes… that made me realise how lonely i am” your voice broke and you tried to mask it by whispering when more quietly. like if you said it quietly enough, he would never hear this confession. because what you were feeling felt wrong, even embarrassing. that a random stranger on vacation that you slept with just made you feel loved.
you felt a feather light touch on your arm. you looked up quickly and was shocked to meet paul’s eyes. he immediately retracted his hand and swallowed hard. after kissing you everywhere, pressing into your body desperately, eating you out; he was too shy to touch you. “i’m sorry” he said, his voice deep with understanding. “boyfriend?” he guessed. you shook your head. “no. no, it’s been just me for a long time. i’m always so busy with my studies and working on myself that it’s really hard to even imagine myself in a relationship. “i know the feeling” he whispered, lowering his head.
“i’m pretty much travelling all the time, working hard to pursue my dream. doesn’t leave much room for anything really” a confession slipped from his lips. “i know i shouldn’t complain. i’m living my dream life right now. it’s just… what’s the point of all this happiness if there’s no one to share it with?”
“and your family?” you asked carefully. “sure, i can feel they’re proud of me. but they’re so far and i feel so bad every time im leaving” paul shook his head and licked his lips. he didn’t expect to open up to some random girl he just slept with. but, it didn’t feel like you fit that description. you were brave and confident, warm with a touch of melancholy that only added to your charm. it didn’t feel like you met a few hours ago. yet he knew so little about you. just your name. and your body felt wrapped around him. he shivered
“makes you ask why are you even bother doing it, doesn’t it?” you mused, looking somewhere in the distance. “yeah. exactly.” he hummed and looked down. he felt his stomach flip. why would someone so beautiful have to endure such feelings? why would you have to deprive yourself of the happiness of romance? resort to seeking solace in the arms of random men? for some reason the least though made him clench his fists.
“is there a moment you remember that makes you keep doing all this?” you gestured with your hand and looked out the window. the moon was slowly fading away and the sun has begun rising. in this small moment the opposite words collided, night and day blurred the lines of reality. paul stole a glance at your face. he thought you looked absolutely angelic in the early morning light. he reached out to touch your arm and carefully pulled you closer. “it’s the eyes”
“the excitement and pride i see in my brother’s eyes when i succeed.” he whispered, dropping his head, nuzzling into your collarbone. the recent times were most exciting and the loneliest of his life. sometimes debating whether it was even worth it to continue. so he lived off the moments when he made other people happy. but it was all so shallow sometimes.
or it just seemed that way compared to the depth of your eyes when you took his chin in your hands and looked at him. the way you rested in his arms, dozing off every few minutes, your breath hot on his chest. his shirt carelessly draped over your shoulders, barely covering anything. paul threw his head back and covered his eyes with his arm and let out a small quiet laugh. “fuck”
you were sleeping in his arms, morning light seeping into the room. paul was basking in its gentle warmth, unable to believe his luck, stealing lovesick glances at your relaxed features. “i’ll find you again. don’t know where or how, but i swear to find you.” and with that promise on his lips he fell asleep too. spent and so so happy. but in the morning his lap was cold and empty. you were gone.
left a small thing behind: a small note on his desk that read: “[your phone number] if you ever want your clothes back” paul smiled to himself.
because you took something more than a shirt from him.
well, we’ve all seen the photos. and it’s true, the blondes just have more fun. enjoy a little insight into how a little summer fun could transform into something more? we’re back in italy and it’s like we never left. tonight, get ready to party, bc rising is coming out! i’ll see you in that bar down the street. wear your favourite dress, never know who might be there!
TOO HOT TO HANDLE IS AMAZING OMG TY FOR THE FIC 🙏🙏🙏 LOOKING FORWARD TO MORE PAUL FICS FROM YOU!!! 🫶🫶🫶
AAA stop it, im so so happy your liked it!! i wasn’t expecting such a lovely response to my f2 fandom debut, but it’s been so wonderful 🥹
aand if you liked too hot to handle you’re gonna love my new paul story, rising. more steamy, more feels, and i hope you’re gonna enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it. sending all my love! 💕
summary: the hot italian summer proves challenging for all the wrong reasons. testing your self-control around paul has never been harder
warnings: none, suggestive content.
having been from estonia, a country forming part of the nordic states, one of the colder places in europe, paul treasured every drop of sunlight a day gifted him. he didn't mind getting sunburnt, never complained about the heat and never missed a chance to tease you about your hatred for the sun. so when he offered you a place on his yacht for a cruise around the mediterranean, you were reluctant to accept. paul was an extremely active person, some would say his energy could rival an eager puppy. always swimming, running around the boat to adjust the course, laughing about something with his friends.
you were complete opposites. when he brimmed with excitement to climb a mountain and watch the sunset from the peak, you dreamed of a lazy evening. when he wanted to explore another island, you were craving ice cream to battle the excruciating temperature. he was sunbathing on the boat deck and you were swimming in the sea. it wasn't about your lack of energy or lack of interest in spending quality time with your best friend. it was quite the contrary.
paul had a certain affinity - or lack thereof - for shirts. being a young man confident in his body his outfits consisted of him wearing swimming trunks or short shorts, exposing his muscular chest and strong arms. even the slightest of moves made his muscles flex and he wasn't shy about showing it off. which was fun for him, but considerably less for you. sure, he was a sight for sore eyes. and you couldn't help but stare.
it was wrong, you kept telling yourself. to look at your best friend and think of tracing the tan lines, moving your nails along his muscles, feeling his warm body tensing underneath your touch. to feel his arms tighten around your frame and inhale the scent of his hair, wet from the salty water. to run your hand through his curls, caressing his face, from his cheekbones, to the swollen pouty lips to his strong veiny neck. and, well, with each passing day it was getting harder to control yourself. whereas paul was getting bored of the usual tasks and was increasingly frustrated with your demeanour. the harder you pushed him away, the harder he pulled. and today was the day he has had enough.
you left breakfast early. dressed up in your favourite bikini and dove into the sea. jumping far into the water, the cold enveloping your body, taking away the burning from your skin and the unnecessary thoughts from your head. you dove deeper, treading the waves until you were out of breath. were you running away? maybe. just for a second. usually nobody bothered to disturb your morning swim, but today a tall figure was standing on the edge of the deck, his body corded and a shadow of a smile lingering on his lips. unbeknownst to you, paul was been following your every move.
he dove into the water and quickly caught up with you. pushing through the waves, he swam under your body and reappeared just in front of you. "hey." he said and put his hands on your shoulders, stopping you in your tracks. you yelped ans tried to push him away, water in your eyes blinking you, the sudden contact unsettling you. his voice did little to calm you, unleashing a bunch of butterflies in your stomach. but his grip proved too strong. you pushed your knee against his chest, hoping to overpower him. he just moved his palms to your lower back and your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.
your voice died in your throat. "hey." you said weakly, as his eyes bore into your skull. lost in the moment, you failed to notice how close your bodies became. his hands almost on your hips, your lips millimetres away from kissing his forehead. your crotch rubbing against the rubber band of his swimming trunks. his head buried in the valley of your breasts. but he was staring right into your eyes.
"you're not easy to get hold of, you know?" he complained, breathless. you wanted to throw your head back, scream, bury your face in his chest. whatever, as long as you wouldn't have to stare into his puppy eyes. you were glad for the water surrounding you, as he couldn't feel how sweaty your hands were becoming and couldn't hear the blood rushing through your veins. so you just swallowed and smiled awkwardly. "what do you mean?" he moved his right hand to the center, the other one now holding your thigh.
he sighed. "really, now!” a wave trashed on to back, the water dripping on his curls and getting in his face. you chuckled and moved it to the side. he murmured a soft thank you and looked up at you again. "just missed you, that's all" he admitted bashfully, which made you to laugh softly. that was paul's charm. not the flirty demeanour nor the confidence when he drove a car. it was moments when his facade cracked and the he laughed innocently. how you loved that laugh. so you did what you weren't supposed to do. you leaned forward and pressed a kiss onto his forehead.
when you leaned back and saw the shock in his eyes, you panicked. let go of his body and tried to swim away as far as humanly possible. you kicked him softly in the stomach. your cheeks and eyes were burning. the embarrassment being spread through your bloodstream instead of oxygen. god, what the hell was that? you wanted to swim to the bottom of the sea and bury yourself in the sand and never face paul again. you swam with all your might, driven by adrenaline and remaining pride.
the poor blonde barely collected himself, fighting for every breath, struggling to piece together what just happened. and he couldn't. with you out his sight, his hands empty, thoughts rushing through his head. he bit his lip, looking around for the familiar figure. he gasped, finally seeing your head resurfacing meters away. he didn't think twice, he started chasing you again. he was trembling with emotions, his eyes lost. he caught you ankle and wrapped his hands around your frame tightly. you didn't fight back. just laid your head on his shoulder. "im sorry" you whispered.
your breath tickled his neck, he laughed quietly. he tilted his head so it was resting on top of yours. "you scared me, now" paul pressed a small peck into your hair. "can't promise i won't do it again, darling" the nickname made you shiver and you slowly pulled away from him. he pressed his lips together and looked into your eyes, panicked you would get away again. so he did the only thing he could think of looking at your flushed cheeks and watering eyes.
he kissed you. breathless and scared, full of unspoken desires and muted feelings, he kissed you. as if it was the first kiss in his life. this time it was him who pulled away quickly, swallowing his pride and groaning internally. you were shaking. "fuck, im sorry" his voice broke "i don know wha-" he didn't manage to finish the sentence, because your lips crashed into his again. latching onto his lower lip hungrily, your teeth grazing his tongue when he kissed you back, invading your mouth. your hands on the sides of his face, his fingers buried in your hair. your could feel the salt on your tongue, was it the water, your tears? you pulled away when it became hard to breathe.
a bit too hot to handle, is it? or, is he? i meant the italian heat, of course. in honour of my favourite estonian driver ending his summer vacation, i present you with a short story. today, at 8 pm. see you on the deck of his yacht!
