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☆ nsfw — ★ angst
ORIGINAL WORK
╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ ellie williams (tlou)
⟶ challenge: formula1 racer au pt. 1 ☆
⟶ when in austin: formula1 racer au pt. 2 ☆ ★
⟶ for a long time: bff!!ellie x fem!reader (f2l) ☆ ★
SUBMISSIONS
╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ ellie williams (tlou)
⟶ break up/make up. ★
i am working on submissions and writing some new stuff as well, sadly even the writers have to work. 🥲🥲 anyways !! thank you for all the lovely comments. :) please keep sending things you’d like to see my way !!
somebody sent me an ask about tagging my posts correctly so that things that aren’t fics don’t stack up and make it harder to find other works - but my dumb ass deleted it while trying to respond to it. 🥲 but if that was you, i went in and fixed them all !! still navigating the whole tagging thing on here lol. 🤭 your girl is accustomed to ao3 i fear. thank you for pointing it outttttt
★ synopsis: a fight where harsh words are thrown leads to a breakup. but maaaaaaan there's never been a person who loves someone the way ellie loves you.
★ c.w: gf!ellie x gf!reader, swearing, angst, fluff - breakup but eventual make up.
★ word count: 2.37k!
★ a/n: thank you so much for the submission !! i love any chance to write some angst. there is nothing like a sapphic make up scene y'all .. i eat them up every time. this doesn't have any smut because I wasn't sure if you wanted it included ... but if that's something the audience wants ... let a girl know. :p
love y'all !! my submissions box is open for anything y'all may wanna see. xx - robyn
You don't remember the words flying from your mouth anymore than she does. When people are mad - so mad that their vision tunnels and their skin runs hot - they don't think before speaking. You always saw yourself as someone who maintained total control of their emotional state - it took a lot to upset you, but then you met Ellie - and that all changed.
She was so ingrained into what structurally maintained you as a person - your souls were intertwined from the moment you met. Going to something as simple as a book signing for your favorite author brought you your person. A small talk about oxford commas and the use of em dashes turned into nights spent with your limbs tangled - plans for the future, your future.
Years had passed since - you'd moved apartments twice, moved up the chain at your corporate job just to quit - wanting to follow your dreams of writing, lost friends and gained them, colored your hair when things felt scary - but she was always there, sat right next to you. People always saw you two as the perfect duo, so in love that the concept of a fight seemed to far off.
Until this year - drifting apart when the life you welcomed someone into changes dramatically. All of a sudden - you're not the person they fell in love with, you're someone totally different. It's almost like they have to choose to love you again, to recommit to someone new. You never feared that with Ellie - but as you get closer to achieving your dream, you lose track of what's around you. All of a sudden you remember to look around you for what's normally there, just to realize you left it behind ages ago.
Ellie was the picture of anger. Her face, normally soft and dotted with freckles, was red and splotchy from crying. You matched her well - hot tears streaming down your cheeks. The fight started over something simple - dishes piled up in the sink, laundry stacked in messy piles in front of the washer. She wasn't even mad that you didn't have time - she was upset that you didn't even try too.
"It's like i'm living with a ghost." She exclaims, tossing her hands in the air and letting them flop down over her thighs. The crack of her palms smacking against the denim of her jeans made you wince. She didn't seem to notice. "You're here once second and then gone - you're out of bed before I wake up and at your damn laptop. You come to bed after I'm asleep. We don't talk, we don't even look at each other." The air was thick, cold even. You wished with your whole soul that you could make her understand - help her see how terrified of being a failure you were. How the amount of faith she put in you - allowing you to quit your job, taking up the burden of the rest of your joint bills - just so you could achieve something you'd always dreamed of.
"You don't understand. I'm busy - I have to get this done before submission deadlines." You murmur, voice caught in your throat. Ellie crosses her arms across her chest, huffing out a sigh that made you want to crawl into your own skin. "I do understand, in fact - it's all I understand. It's the only fucking thing you care about." A wince trails from your lips - every sentence was like a smack to the face. You knew she was right, but that didn't make it sting any less.
"But please, by all means - chase some childhood pipe dream. I'll be here when you remember I exist."
You could tell she wanted to take back what she said the second it came out. Her eyes slammed shut - the heave of her chest coming to an immediate still. The normal kind of quiet in the room - the wind whipping outside and the subtle patter of your upstairs neighbor walking around - it all felt especially loud today. You wanted to respond, you had so much you could say - but none of it registered.
"Baby, I didn't mean it - I would-"
"I think we're done. I think I need to leave."
She stared. Wide eyed, lips parted. The shake of her hands was the only movement around you. The gaze she locked onto you was so intense, you couldn't bring yourself to meet it. You turn on your heel, sliding into your shared room in a daze. Yanking random clothes off hangers - throwing chargers into pockets and jewelry into bags. You knew it would take a hell of a lot more than what you had to remove your belongings from this home, y'all's home, but that was an issue for later - you needed to get out.
You march over to your laptop, sliding it into the case Ellie bought you the day you quit - to start your journey off right, she said. It fit snug in the duffle you had loaded. The ringing in your ears was so loud - you didn't even hear Ellie standing in the door way - sobbing quietly, blocking your exit.
"Ellie. I need you to move."
"No-" She weeps, raising her hands to touch your face. You flinch, backing away.
"Please." She begs. The pleading in her voice burned your insides, scarred your skin in black thrashes of agony. You were sure it would haunt you. "We can talk about this, we can fix this."
You use her stepping closer to sneak out past her, making for the front door. The room felt empty - like every loving moment, every tender caress that happened here - vanished into thin air. Your eyes meet once more, Ellie looked like she was going to be sick.
Your voice was laced with pain - so much of it, you couldn't breathe. "You hate me. You have too, if that's how you really feel." If she replied to you, you didn't hear it - shutting the door and vanishing into the city streets.
It had been 3 weeks since you left. 3 weeks spent crashing on your friend Jesse's couch. 3 weeks of dodging texts and phone calls - of trying to write and getting no words out. If writer's block came from immense sadness, everything made total sense. You were unable to create without her.
Ellie texted every day, multiple times a day. She never begged you to come home - it was only to update you on her life, on things that would be happening to the two of you if you'd still been there. She sent a picture of the cat that liked to nap on the porch you shared, a screenshot of a save the date that came in for the two of you from Tommy and Maria - Ellie's uncle and his soon to be wife
You'd like to think that Ellie knew better than to push you, but it was probably because she didn't even know where to begin. You weren't even mad anymore, just hurt - blindsided, even. But with all of that - came understanding of her anger, fear that you'd have exploded just the same in her position. There was so much stress, so much pressure on you - all you wanted was to finish this book and get on with the life you wanted, the life you had built - and that all was wrapped so tightly around Ellie Williams.
Jesse left you a note saying that he'd be at work late and that there was leftovers from the pizza you both ordered last night. You made a mental note to find a way to thank him once this was all over as you warmed up a slice. The harsh white reflection of an empty google-doc screen glared at you from across the counter. This was hell - you had to be in a lower ring of it. Every moment was agony.
There was a ring to the doorbell - your brow raising at the sound. It was only 7.
"Jesse, I hope that's not you, this pizza is just about long gone-" Your sentence comes to a screeching halt as you opened the door. There she stood - your Ellie - pale faced, decked in wrinkly clothes and her tattered work boots. Her face softened at the sight of you, safe and in one piece. Your hand itched to reach out for her - to pull her into you and forget this all happened. But that was easier said than done - her words still loomed in your every waking moment.
"Y/n." Her voice was cracked, weak and soft. Like she hadn't spoken a word to anyone since her last pleas to you. "Please. Let me talk."
Your head nods yes before you allow it too - stepping aside to let her inside. Of course Ellie had been here before, her feet carrying her to a couch she'd laid on time and time again. She takes in the sight of your things - clothes, shoes, lotions - tossed all over the room. Her eyes stop when they reach the computer screen - you slam it shut, insecurity getting the best of you.
"You wanted to talk." Voice short as Ellie nods. You sink into the cushion opposite her. She was close enough to touch if you leaned a little to her left - the soft skin of her arms was too enticing. You force yours under the pillow you kept flat to your stomach. "I do." She begins. "I want to tell you how sorry I am."
The room was spinning, you weren't sure if you were ready to have this conversation.
"I was hurt - and angry. It felt like weeks of me begging for your attention - of waving into an empty window and just hoping to catch you during a free moment. I didn't understand how difficult this must be for you - to let go of the comfortable because you know it's not the life you crave." Ellie's throat looked tight - her leg bounced up and down on her toes with anxiety.
"I know this is your dream - and I wanted to support you as you fought for it. It's why I told you to quit in the first place. But I also know that part of being your partner - of loving you - is not letting something you want destroy you in the process." You feel a tear slip out as she continues talking. "I can see it in your face - you work yourself to death because you're afraid of dissapointing yourself - but you're even more afraid of disappointing me."
The tears wouldn't stop, dropping puddles onto the expanse of your chest. You could tell it physically pained Ellie to not reach over and pull you into her lap, to brush the hair from your face and kiss away the stream of sadness as it fell.
"You should know, angel - nothing you do will ever disappoint me. I didn't tell you to quit because I thought the book would just appear done seconds later. I know these things take time. I told you to quit because I want to see you validated with that you do, like the thing you're creating is breathing life into you. This wedge between us is only there because you're so afraid of letting me down, that you stopped letting me in."
She pulls a folded piece of paper from her back pocket, pressing it softly against her chest. "I lost myself in a fit of cleaning the day after you left. I scrubbed every surface twice - I even got down on the floors and used a toothbrush to clean the grout." She laughs lowly, coughing to clear her throat before moving on. "Anyways, It took me a minute to get around to the office. I knew you lingered every where in there - your smell, the dried up ink of that stupid glitter pen you love. I felt like I couldn't breathe in there. But then, while taking out the trash, this fell into my lap."
She drops the paper in front of you, watching intently. You unfold it, heat tearing it's way across your skin in waves.
It was a dedication page. Your dedication page.
'For my muse, who always pushes me to reach for the stars - I hope you know you're the brightest of them all.'
Your eyes meet her's, and all bets were off - the tears you were shedding were nothing compared to the one's sliding down her face. The pain shared between you two was overwhelming - debilitating.
"I read that, and I thought to myself. There is no being - no entity, no idea or dream - that I will ever love as much as I love you." It came out like a wish - almost a prayer. "And, if I could love a person as much as I know I love you, shouldn't I do what I can to make sure your dreams become our dreams? Shouldn't I make sure that you feel safe enough to chase them while still letting me do what I do best?"
"And that is?" You ask, knowing deep in your chest what she was going to say.
"Being yours. All I ever want to do is be important to you."
Pressure seemed to evaporate from your chest as she finished. You slide your legs into her lap and wrap your whole being around her, clutching to every crevice she'd open up for you. You whimpered into her neck, allowing the sadness of the last few months to wash away in her arms. She brushed her fingers through your hair, placing kisses on the side of your head quietly. You sat ther for a while, not speaking - not moving. It was like you needed to be tangled to recover.
Ellie pulled back first, taking in every detail of your face now that it was the closest it had been in weeks. She smiled softly, pressing her lips against your's. So many words, all wrapped into a gentle kiss. You were home.
★ synopsis: you have been sneaking around with formula1's golden child for months - but the secrets aren't working for you anymore. as the season heats up, so does your relationship - something ellie is willing to stop at nothing to show you she's serious about.
★ c.w: 18+, M&MENDNI, F/F, fem!reader x f1racer!top!ellie - swearing, fingering (r receiving), starts in shower - ends on bed, oral (e receiving), masturbation, strap on sex, strap on referred to as cock/dick, mirror sex, PRAISEEEEE, dirty talk like so much dirty talk, very much possessive y'all that is her girl like, she's angsty today folks but don't worry we good we good, tit play, ellie is NASTYYY Y'ALLLLL she talks NASTYYYY. there are other tlou characters mentioned here/introduced as characters that are not exactly accurate to in game. be warned!
★ word count: 7.96k !
★ a/n: well. a much requested part 2 to my ellie f1 au !! thank you again for all the love on part 1. you guys are the best :p i feel like this could have one more part to really wrap it up with a bow, so if that's something y'all would want - let me know !!! ALSO, ALL MY F1 PEOPLE !! how we feelin about abu dhabi ... my fellow max/oscar stans ... we suffer together.
love y'all !! my submissions box is open for anything y'all may wanna see. xx - robyn
October in Texas. You should have known seasons meant nothing here - but hot was an understatement. Boiling was a better choice for words.
After traveling the world and immersing yourself into different cultures and climates, the F1 season had finally reached round 19. Races had been going on 7 months - your brain was so used to packing up and being somewhere new, it was hard to keep track of time. Every day that passed just brought you closer to the end of the season - to contract renewals. 7 months of working for your dream team, Ferrari - but underneath all of that, it had been 5 months of secretly dating the reigning champion of modern day Formula1 - Red Bull's prized possession - Ellie Williams.
Well - dating was a strong term. Screwing - while having some kind of higher level possession over each other - felt more accurate. 2 weeks went by inbetween Barcelona and Montreal - you didn't see each other, didn't even speak. There were no numbers swapped, no socials shared. You walked from that garage after having the hook up of your life - and fully expected that you may never see her again. She talked a lot about wooing you - dating you all over the world - but that amounted to absolute silence. You felt like you had no right to be upset, she was an A list athlete - but there's no controlling unexpected hurt when it trails through you like a storm. You checked every corner you turned at the Ferrari factory - delusionaly hoping she'd have some reason to be there. Once you made it to Montreal - you were so in the throws of confusion, you almost hoped you wouldn't see her. But fate works in mysterious ways - like Ellie showing up to a press junket Red Bull had no earthly plans to attend - scanning the room for you like a fucking laser. Your eyes blew open at the sight of her - adorned in a RB racing polo that hugged the biceps in her arms just right. You note the black slacks and matching Docs, and her hair that was brushed back behind her ears. She looked like a dream - one that you spent the last 2 weeks desperately trying to wake up from. Reporters flew at her with questions about team strategy - other press liaisons ran for content with their respective racers - but all you could do was sit there.
Once it was over, Ellie joined you in the Press both. She put her hand over your's, stopping the ferverous scribbling you were doing in your notepad to avoid making eye contact. The room spun once your gazes met - she killed you with that soft grin she always does. The sight of it sent you right back to Barcelona - to her head in between your thighs. A shiver went down you at the memory, you push it down.
"Love. Nice to see you." She murmurs, closing your notebook for you.
"Yes-" Your voice came out scratchy. Weak. "You too, Williams."
She chuckled, crossing her legs together and leaning on the table. "Jee. Williams. So cold. I'm hurt."
You squint your eyes. "You know. You didn't even ask for my number back in Spain."
Ellie blinked. Slow - like what you said made no sense. "I didn't know you wanted me too."
Reworking the memory of your last interaction had done you no good in the past - but you had no choice in this instance.
"You said 'a few dates' - 'my undying attention'." The air between you was electric - not even your superficial anger could change that. "How exactly do you plan to pull that off without my phone number?"
Saying it aloud made you realize how dumb you sounded, but if Ellie thought the same - she didn't show it. She just pulled her phone out, handing it to you. "Give me your number." Short - like there was no hesitation. "Needy little thing." Your throat makes the gulp heard round the world, you were sure the whole roster could hear you. She knew what she was doing.
"Y/n - I may be like, partially an asshole-" You whisper a laugh in between her words. Her eyes light at the sound. "But - I wasn't going to fuck you and run." She wraps her hand around your wrist, flipping your palm face up so she could trace stars against your skin. "I need you to be patient with me - but that doesn't change how much I want you.”
And that's what it was - 5 months of patience. 5 months of Ellie dominating races, and you in her offtime. This season was hard for her - you knew that. She had stiff competition this year, the Mclaren duo - Owen and Manny - were not making it easy for her to do what she does best; win. She was still in the lead points wise - but not by much. That was easier to remind yourself of earlier in the season, but now that it was October and you still hadn't had a concrete conversation of what you were to each other - you were starting to lose the reigns on what patience meant.
"Y/n? You still with me?" Tommy, Ferrari team principle, calls your name - waking you up from the haze you found yourself in. You joined the engineering team on a very early morning trip to the track with Dina, your team's main driver. It was Saturday, so FP2 was set to begin in a few hours. This was everyone's last chance to get practice in and get strategy 100% tuned before race day. Tommy and the group were there to talk shop and make sure the pit wall was set up and ready. Austin was a sprint city - so damage to the car today should be minimal, but that didn't stop you and everyone else from trailing your way to the pit garage as well - just to make sure the crew had everything they needed in case of emergency before the real stuff was rolled in for tomorrow.
"Yeah, sorry." You nod, pushing your sunglasses up the bridge of your nose. "It's so hot. Hard to focus." He smiles, patting you on the shoulder. "No worries, I was just hoping you were getting some shots of Dina with the new wrap we installed." He gestures to the Ferrari red car - that same trademark bright red - but with a new chrome finish. Dina was fawning over it - her head was practically shoved halfway inside. You flash a thumbs up, pulling out your camera to get to work. Your legs stroll circles around the rear wing, the pictures only improving as you angled Dina in front of the sun - the shards of light broke through the curls in her hair, it almost looked like she had a halo. You couldn't wait to see how these would look on the Ferarri feed later.
"Y/n, you spend so much time taking pictures - do you ever get any taken of your own?" She asks, the bright red racing suit she wore twisting with her body to face you. You laugh, shrugging back. "I don't think your fans want photos of the press girl. Now hush and look like you're ready to kick Mclaren ass."
Dina throws her head back, the helmet she wore every race sitting snug against her hip. She rolled her shoulders back - allowing the sun to slide back in frame. Your lip was snagged between your teeth - something you know you do when you're focused. She does the same - narrowing her eyes into slits to mock you. Laughter breaks out between you both.
"I do not look like that." You hold your stomach in laughter, bending over slightly to breathe. "You absolutely do - give me the fucking camera!" She exclaims, turning the lens on you. You play distressed, throwing the back of your hand over your head and gasping. Dina cheers - your positions now flipped. She walks you backwards - your frame now against the car. "C'mon - for someone who loves taking photos - you're ass at posing."
"You're a bitch, you know." You snort, leaning against the front tire and smiling. "Yes! Yes! Exactly!" She encourages - her fingers were slamming on the capture button repeatedly - you were sure what started as a fresh memory card was now almost full. Posing was not something you enjoyed - but it made Dina laugh, and she was your friend. It was nice to have one of those in the kind of professional world you both existed in.
"Am I intruding on something?" The voice shot through you like a crack of lightning. Dina lowered the camera and spun on her feet - coming face to face with a Red Bull race jacket and a pair of aviators. Ellie's timing could not be worse - your body was half drooped over the front wing.
"Williams, how nice of you to join - or interrupt - us." Dina says, a thin smile spreading across her lips. Ellie returned it, craining her head to gaze at you. It lingered too long - your face burned as you looked away.
"Job swap day, I see?" She muses, pointing a finger at the camera in your driver's hands. Dina shrugs, tightening her hold on your work-issued device. "Figured our liaison needed to know her way around the car."
Ellie raised her eyebrow. "That's the front wing, y/n - do you not know your way around it?" The air evaporated from your lungs like nothing - she dropped the memory of the first night you shared directly into your lap. She tantalized you with the heat of her stare - looking at you from over her glasses. God, I wish I could take a picture right now. You hear her voice in your ear so clearly - as if it wasn't something from the past - like it was happening in front of your face. You remember - how she glowed at the sight of your naked spine lined up with the nose cone of her championship winning car. The flash back seemed to be doing the same to her - she coughed to cover what was very clearly a longing sigh - one only the person on the other end of said longing would pick up..
"I do now." You answer, rising to your feet and walking closer. "Thank you, Dina. I hope you had fun playing press mule." She smiled, handing you back your camera. "Sure as hell did. Now, if you'll excuse me - I have a race to win." Ellie laughed. Full body laughed. When she realized neither of you were laughing with her, she stopped to catch her breath. "I'm sorry-" she winces, borderline heaving from hysterics. "I just love jokes. I really do."
Dina rolls her eyes, laying her hand on your shoulder and squeezing. Ellie's gaze followed each movement - her face draining of color the moment her skin touched your's. "Anyways - I'm gonna head back. Can you return the bull to its proper owners, please?" You nod, winking at her before she departed - never breaking her glare at Ellie until she was out of sight.
"She seems like she's a big fan of you." Her voice snaps - the cold nature of it catching you off guard. You cock your head to the side, confusion sweeping over your face. "Well, we do see each other every minute of every day for like, 10 months of the year. I would hope she likes me."
Ellie rolled her eyes before walking ahead of you - increasing speed to deliberately leave you behind her. "Woah, woah - wait a fucking minute." You say, yanking on her shoulder to turn her back to face you. Ellie Williams was an intense driver - she was practically born with her game face on. But this wasn't that, it was rage - but you saw it for what it really was; jealousy.
"Oh my god." You say, so aghast it almost comes out as a chuckle. Ellie narrows her eyes, crossing her arms across her chest. "What? What's so damn funny?" You wanted to answer, but you weren't done laughing. The woman across from you looked like she was going to explode.
"You're jealous. You, Ellie Williams, are jealous." The words come out in between small fits of laughter. If you didn't know any better, you'd say there was steam coming from Ellie's ears. "I'm not jealous. I have nothing to be jealous of. I just think y'all's relationship needs to be more professional." The laughter turned into full hysterics - your eyes were watering, you had to look away or else you were going to suffocate on your own tongue. "Jesus, Ferrari - what the fuck is so funny?" She sounded like she was going to self-combust.
"You didn't seem so worried about a professional relationship when you had your fucking strap inside of me, begging me to work for Red Bull- did you?"
You could hear a pin drop. The silence between you two was deafening - you couldn't tell if it was in anger or shock. Probably both - Ellie looked like she wasn't sure if she should kiss you or snap at you. The same war was raging through your mind.
"You didn't seem to mind while you were bouncing on it, moaning my name like it's a fucking church hymn." She stepped closer into your orbit, the heat of her chest so close made your skin crawl with want. "There are two people involved in this relationship, y/n. You don't get to pretend like I'm happening to you - we are happening to each other."
"We're not even in a relationship!" You explode - the months and months of back and forth, of late night meet ups in hotel rooms and post race quickies in the racer's quarters. Months of resisting the urge to fall for her - realizing too late that you already were. Months of watching her claim pit after pit - accept trophy after trophy - but never acknowledging you. Never looking for you in the crowd - never wanting the world to know what she whispered in your ear while on top of you every night; you are mine. I am yours.
Ellie just stared at you - hands dangling at her sides. You took the silence to continue. "'I can walk out there now and tell every jock-headed desperate reporter that you're mine'." Your voice comes out tight. You swallow tears back. "That's what you said to me before fucking me. I left that night thinking that we were more. More than just that; a fuck. You claim me like I'm your's when we're alone - and then just expect me to roll with that in front of everyone else? When you don't care enough to even ask me to be your's in the first place?" Ellie's face fell - it fell so fast you would have missed it with a blink. She looks from side to side - going to reply, but you beat her to it. "See. You can't even have this conversation with me without checking to see who's around." She winced, shaking her head before moving even closer - your chests pressed together.
"Y/n. Why didn't you talk to me if that's how you were feeling?" She looked defeated - ashamed, almost. But you didn't care. You couldn't bring yourself to give a fuck - you were just too mad.
"I shouldn't have too. It doesn't bother you? That we're so intertwined but still so separated? That you leave my bed every morning before I wake up? Do you not think of me when you're up there - showering in champagne and collecting wins? Or am I only useful to you with my legs spread?"
"Don't ever fucking say that to me again." Her hands were now in your hair, holding your face still mere centimeters from her's. Close enough to swap air. "You know damn well that is not true."
"That's the problem, Ellie." You reply, eyes glassy. "I don't."
You slide out of her touch, brushing your hair behind your ear and clearing your throat. "I'm all in-" Your voice made her eyes flutter closed. "I have been for a long time - longer than you know. But I'm not going to sit around and wait for someone who doesn't want to show." The gravel path leading back to the stands was short - you'd be back at the pit wall before huddle if you went now. You turn back after a few seconds - Ellie's eye's were still locked on you.
"Do you want me?"
Ellie's head shook - "Yes. Of course, yes."
"Fine-" the wind brushed your hair off your shoulder as you turned. "Prove it.”
Lap 50 out of 57. The nerves you normally felt were not existent - Ellie was very clearly going to win this race. No one assumed any different - from her rookie year until now, she'd never lost Austin. There was something about this track that was built especially for her car - she flew around the corners and hauled ass down the straights. Dina was clocking in pretty solid at P3 - a position you were so proud of. Ferrari had been struggling at the hands of Red Bull and Mclaren all fucking season - being on the podium would be a huge win for the team.
Your camera was getting beautiful shots - but you were honestly operating on auto-pilot. Your body was here, doing your job - but your mind was still very much in the pit lane, confessing what's dominated your sleepless nights since May. You didn't expect Ellie to look so hurt by it - that wasn't something you were ready to understand. Your communication as a duo was extremely flawed - if you had any kind of chance at being together, that had to improve.
That's if she even wants you outside of the damn sheets. Your brain harshly reminded you - the cheer of the crowd doing nothing to drown out the anxious thump of your heart. The race was so back burner to you right now - all you could think of was Ellie, eyes broken and stature depleted. You were so confused - was she hurting the same way you were? Why did you have so many questions and so little answers?
You could hear Joel - Red Bull principle - shouting from his position next to Ferarri along the pit wall. He was very clearly elated - already planning the outing you were sure was going to go down once Ellie wrapped up her last lap. You smile softly - allowing space in all your confusion to be happy for her. There was so much pride in your chest for the girl who'd stolen your heart and held it hostage. There was no one on this track who could take her down - as much as they may try. The sound of team Mclaren cursing into their mics are she flew across the finish line was proof enough.
You jog down to the front of the pit lanes where the P1 sign was located. Ellie's car slid right into it, like it was made for her. Team RB crowded the sides, waiting for her to stand from the cockpit and join them in celebration. Her head emerged from her helmet as she stood up in her seat - throwing her hands in the air. Victory looked so natural on her.
You whistle, clapping your hands together. Almost on que - her head whips around. Eye to eye - you watch the hungry, win driven demeanor melt away from her face. She was just Ellie, your Ellie. Even if no one knew - you did.
She jumps from the car, walking in the opposite direction of her team. Joel looked like someone had punched him in the face - he called after her repeatedly. You eyebrows flew up - realizing a beat too late that she was fast walking directly towards you. Your coworkers sounded like they'd seen a ghost - or like a high speed bull was charging at them; which was kind of true. Ellie came to a screeching halt directly in front of you.
"Bull-" You say, eyes blown wide as you view her post-race glory up close. "What the hell are you doing?"
She wraps her arms around your waist, ignoring the shocked gasps as she pulls you into her chest. "What I should have done a long time ago."
That kiss. God. There are so many ways to kiss someone - soft, gentle, deep, hard, fast. You could think of every kiss you'd ever experienced - and none of them would come even slightly close to this.
This was momentous - transformative, even. If you were to die tomorrow, your body would remember this as the most pivotal moment in your life. Your arms find their way naturally around her neck - the tips of your fingers rest on the opposite shoulders. Ellie grinned into your mouth, deepening the kiss and making you frame lean back. She was still holding you, dipping you mid air to compensate. Pulling back, her eyes wild and lips blush red from meeting yours - you were convinced that the earth put you in this exact life to be with her.
Ellie pulls you into her chest, hugging you so tightly that getting a full breath in wasn't an option. Her face fit perfectly into the crook of your neck, kissing softly. The crowd lost it. People were scream cheering - flash after flash of cameras went off all around you - and yet you didn't care, nothing mattered but her.
"I'm sorry, y/n- I'm so sorry." She says, the air of her breath against your skin made your hair stand. "I have wanted to do this at the end of every race, of every moment - I just didn't want to drag you into this life with me. Leaving your arms at night - I knew deep down I was hurting you. I was hurting myself. There's no where in this world I want to be more than I want to be with you." She pulls back, pressing her head against your's. "I don't know where we're going - I don't know what the next step is. But I need you to know that I'm all in, as well. There is no part of me that doesn't belong to you."
It felt like something out of a book - something that shouldn't happen to someone like you, yet here you were.
"I"m your's, Ellie. I promise." The two of you could probably blind someone with how big you were smiling. "Also, drag me into what life?" You asked, confused but still fighting the urge to kiss her again.
Ellie's face fell, pulling back from you - but sliding her arms down your frame to hold your hand instead. You turn, looking for where her line of sight ended. There was no need to look far.
Joel and Tommy. Stood a few feet away with their arms crossed.
She squeezed your palm, dropping a quick kiss on your head. "This one."
'So, let me get this straight. You've been hooking up since fucking Spain? And now you're dating? And we're just supposed to be okay with this?"
Joel's voice cracks out like a whip, your whole body flinched in response. Ellie squeezed the hand she hadn't dropped since your pit lane kiss that was, no doubt, trending all over the internet at this point. Tommy just sat there - emotionless.
"Ellie. You're a damn idiot." Joel pinches the bridge of his nose. The man had been pacing since he ushered the four of you into the Red Bull engineer's lounge - kicking out every employee in the process. You and Tommy's Ferrari red stuck out like a fucking sore thumb in this nothing-but-blue room.
"Joel, I'm sorry." Ellie moans, rolling her eyes in the process. "But I'm 25, dude. I think 25 year olds can have girlfriends." You wince, digging the tip of your nail into her palm. "Ow, fuck - trim those damn things." She laughs, pulling her hand out of yours and resting it on your thigh instead.
"How are you laughing right now?" You ask, cocking your head to the side. "Exactly right, y/n." Joel kicks in. "There is nothing to laugh about right now."
"I don't know, Miller. I think it's kind of funny." Tommy muses, finally joining in. You and Ellie stared at him like he had three heads. "They were fucking around right under our nose and we had no idea. I should have known, honestly. She's been way to chipper at quali the last few months."
You swat at Ellie's chest as she chuckles in response.
"You all think this is so fucking funny, but what happens when-" Joel's rampage is cut short by your girlfriend's voice.
"When what happens, Joel? When the sponsors find out? I make those fuckers so much money, they know to keep their mouths shut. When the fans find out? A little late for that - I also don't think they're going to give a shit as long as I keep crossing the damn finish line first." She was borderline yelling - you were ashamed to admit that it was doing something for you. "Plus. Dina and Jesse have been together for what? 4 years? And y'all don't seem to have an issue."
You flip in your seat so fast - you almost knock it over. "I beg you're fucking pardon? You laid into me over my relationship with Dina, but she's been with Jesse this whole time?"
Ellie winces, squeezing the skin of your thigh. "Jealousy. It brings the worst, most unreasonable things out in people, dont it?" You narrow your eyes in irritation. "Plus, you can hate me for hiding Formula1 scandals later." And you would - but that was an issue for, as she said, later.
"Yeah. of course not. Because it was a secret." Tommy says, picking up on Ellie's last point while crossing his legs. "You two have now made your thing public. That changes things."
"Exactly. Like, how do we know y/n isn't just using this to get a look at our strategies for y'all?" Joel wheezes, his southern accent clipping on the end of every question. Tommy shoots him a nasty glare. "Joel, with all respect - If I wanted to steal them, I'd do it myself. We're family."
Another bombshell of information. You weren't sure if you could handle another one.
"Brothers." Ellie confirms, her voice recentering you. "Though they don't want anyone to know, for some reason."
"Conflict of interest." They both answer at the same time.
A beat goes by where no one says anything - and you sure as hell weren't going to break that silence. Your whole body craved to be alone with Ellie; her demeanor showing that she felt the same - the hand on your thigh now tracing those signature shapes she loves to do.
"Look. Here's how this is going to go." Tommy rises to his feet as he speaks. "Y/n - you are an irreplaceable part of this team. I want to keep you as a member of the Ferrari family - but I want you to be able to have the freedom to be with this nutcase as you see fit."
"Jee, Tom. Thanks." Ellie flatlines.
They roll their eyes at each other, waving their white flags and going back to being actual adults. "Anyways. If this is something you really want - full disclosure paperwork and team NDA's are going to be needed from both of you." Tommy looks at Joel to check for agreeance - the brother duo both nod in tandem. "We also are going to request that both of you limit your time in opposing team areas. This is a multimillion dollar sport - there is no room for accusations anywhere."
You glance at Ellie, nodding. She smiles back - looking at you like you hung the stars and the moon.
"Tell me where to sign, old man." She says, never breaking eye contact with you. "And make it fast. I want to be alone with my girl."
You kept raising your phone every time the screen lit up with notifications. Some from the team, rightfully confused. Others were from friends and family not connected to F1 - who saw the whole thing on the internet and had to check and see if it was actually you 'swapping spit with Ellie Williams' as your mother called it. The whole thing felt so unreal, you almost couldn't believe it yourself.
"You OK?" Ellie asked, seated next to you in the back of the escalade taking you from your hotel, back to the house Red Bull had rented Ellie and Jesse for the week they were here. You both stopped to pick up your stuff - Ellie felt better knowing you were with her, she didn't trust anybody now that the world knew - too many crazies with bad ideas.
"I'm good, really." You smile, putting your hand softly on top of her's. She tugged it up to her lips, kissing the skin softly. "Today was weird." She says. "Says the one who just snagged her 13th win of the season." The driver in her comes out, smirking. She kisses your hand again as you turn to look out the window.
"14."
You flip back to look at her. "What?"
"14. This was my 14th win."
"Oh for the love of god, Bull. Sorry - the 14th."
She chuckles, letting go of your hand only because the car came to a stop. Ellie hops out, grabbing your luggage from the trunk and rolling it up the stone walk way and into the giant modernized home. It was pristine inside - rolling crisp tile and untouched counter tops. The kitchen was spacious and overlooked a massive living room - which was centered on a tall wall of glass windows. The view into the backyard showed a swimming pool the size of your first apartment post college.
"A big ass house just for you and Jesse? I wonder what kind of palace they got Joel." You say, walking into the kitchen and turning on the light. If only you had more time, you'd love to cook a meal in here. It had been so long since you had something that didn't arrive in a styrofoam box.
"Actually, it's only us." Ellie whispers, leaning against the counter behind you. "Jesse usually ends up wherever y'all house Dina." Her accent - you now realize has a twinge of southern - rings through her words.
"Yeah, about that." You cross your arms over your chest. "When were you going to tell me my driver was sleeping with your driver?" You didn't really care - but you made a mental note to rip Dina a new one once you saw her again.
"Firstly, I'm my own driver. Secondly - it wasn't my place. I honestly thought you knew - it wasn't until Austria that Jesse told me you didn't know. Dina said she didn't want to put you in a position that would get you in trouble because of her actions." Those two were perfect for each other - you wanted to be surprised, but you couldn't be anymore. It just made sense.
"No secrets from me, OK? And no more getting jealous when you know damn well there's no reason to be." She nods at your words, pulling you by your arm into her chest. "No secrets. Not sure I can guarantee you that on the jealousy front - but for you, I will try." The affirmation made your heart sing. You were so atrociously in love with her. The idea of saying it out loud nauseated you.
"You're probably tired." You say, pushing that worry as far back as it would go. "We need to get you to bed." Ellie squirmed, holding you tighter. "How am I supposed to sleep when you're here?"
There goes your heart again. The power she has over you scares you. "Well, at the very least you can shower. You smell like engine fuel and barbecue."
"When in Austin, baby. When in Austin."
You both make your way upstairs, cranking the shower to hot before hunting down some shampoo and body wash for her to use from your bags. You return with the bottles and a fresh towel from the clost before turning around on your heel to walk out.
"Shower with me." She says, halting you in your steps. Her voice was deep and raspy, like the playful demeanor she showcased earlier was long gone. "I don't wanna distract you, you need to relax-"
"Can you just shut up and get in the damn shower?" She says, something much more feral lacing her tone. You give in, watching her strip off her racing uniform before slipping under the water. She moans as the steam envelops her - a days worth of tension and stress all unloading as the water caressed her skin. Once you get the last of your red ensemble off, you open the glass door and step inside. Ellie's back is to you, her face directly under the head.
Your arms snake around her waste - she places her hands on them to keep steady. You place the side of your face against her back, taking in the feel of her skin on your's. You wanted so desperately to stay in this moment forever - to ignore the world outside and all of it's demands.
"Do you ever get scared?" You ask, the water melting away the day's fatigue. Ellie turns around, your fronts now touching. "Scared of what, baby?"
"You drive a 200 mile an hour metal death trap - does that ever scare you?" Ellie chuckled - the tips of her red hair falling into her face as her chest vibrates. "No, not really. I've been racing things since I was a kid; dirtbikes, motorcycles, karts, cars - it's all the same. Once you get a taste of the feeling, it's hard to forget." You ponder on her sentence, tossing the words around in your head. "What feeling?"
Ellie smiled, closing her eyes again. "The feeling of weightlessness. Of flying - going so fast, it's like your soul has to leave your body behind to keep up. All of a sudden you're outside of the car, watching it go faster than it feels it is inside." She looks focused, centered. "I love driving, racing - being behind the wheel of something. It's the one thing that's always made sense."
She had passion - a drive to leave something better than she found it. People call her a pompous ass because she's so intense about F1 - but it's because she cares, because this isn't just a job for Ellie, it's her whole life.
"I was scared today, though." She says, looking down at you through her lashes. "Terrified."
You roll your eyes. "Please, Bull. Everyone knows you own Austin."
She simmers on that, holding you tighter. "Sure - but I don't own you."
And now it was your turn to simmer. "What do you mean?"
"I got in that car unsure of what to do about us - I knew how I felt, I knew how much I wanted you. But you, God y/n - you. You do something absolutely cataclysmic to me - it's like I can't breathe when you're close. Sometimes I have to leave just so I don't give up all the goals i've created for myself to stay by your side at every waking moment." She stops to kiss your forehead. "Racing clears my mind - and once I hit lap 45, I knew there wasn't a single reason good enough, selfish or not, to not show the world that you're mine. I've never booked it to the end of a Grand Prix so fast. I think Joel was going to shit himself - but I just had to get to you."
You look into her eyes - the steadiness of her gaze holding you still. You didn't have to speak - she knew how you felt, sometimes words spoiled what a face says so clearly.
You reach up to kiss her, arms pulling from her waist up into her hair, tugging at the root. She moans into your mouth, using your hips to turn you away from ther faucet. She backs you into the tile wall - the chill sent a trail of goosebumps down your spine. Your mouths mold together in that same way you both knew all too well. Her tongue licked at your bottom lip, something she always did because she loves the moan it always elicits from you.
"Baby, I need you." She groans against you, rolling your right nipple between her fingers. You gasp, rolling your head back - allowing her to sneak in and start kissing your neck, licking and sucking over your collarbone.
"You need to sleep." You say, voice strained as she continues mouthing at your skin. "You drove a two hour race today."
The fingers she was using to massage your tits drop - snaking down your body before slipping in between your folds, finding your clit and rubbing just the way she knows you like. Your breath catches in your throat.
"What I need, is you falling apart all over my fingers." She moans, the intensity of the eye contact between you both made it so much hotter. "What I need, is to make my girlfriend feel good. Will you let me do that, baby?" Nodding, you allow her to knock your legs open wider with her knee. Ellie slides a finger inside of you - and then another one, the angle allowing her to use her palm to massage your clit. You groan, biting your lip so hard you stared to taste metal in your mouth.
"God I missed this tight fucking pussy, how long has it been? Two weeks?" She muses lightly, fucking into you harder as you nod again. "I'm fucking aching for you, can't you see that? How much I want you?" She uses her free hand to grab a hold of your jaw, shaking your head yes for you. "No more of this, huh? No more sleeping in different beds and sneaking around - you're mine, do you hear me? Everyone can fucking know it, I'll make sure they're all aware who makes you feel this good." Her words work in tandem with the roll of her fingers - she hooks them to hit the spot she knows sends you reeling. "You like that, huh? You like that I know every inch of this body - I know how to ruin you better than anyone else. You like how this pussy belongs to me?" She was filthy tonight. Every jut of her fingers laced with the mocking tone of her voice had you seeing stars. You weren't going to make it much longer.
"Say it, y/n. Say that it's mine. I wanna hear you."
"Fuck, fuck - Els, it's - it's your's."
"What is, baby? What's mine?"
"This - this pussy, my body - all of me, it's your's."
"Damn fucking right it is, now cum."
You release hits you like a truck, washing through your body in shudders. By the time you've caught your breath, the water had run completely cold. Ellie shut it off, grabbing the towel you pulled and wrapping it around your body. She creeps out to the hall, grabbing one of her own before making her way back to you. Dried and slightly clean from that absolutely useless shower - you both sink off to the bedroom.
Ellie pulls a pair of sweats out before you stop her, throwing them back in her suitcase. She looks at you questioningly.
"I'm not ready to sleep." You say, dropping the towel and sitting down on the bed. Ellie looks like she's three seconds away from climbing you like a tree - dropping her matching towel all the same. "Oh? And what do you want, baby?"
"I want you to cum on my face." You say, seemingly knocking the air right out of Ellie's lungs. If she wasn't stunned before, she was now.
"You wanna make me feel good?" She asks, stroking your cheek once she reaches you from across the room. "You wanna taste me?" The amount of nodding you were doing tonight was creating a creek in your neck - but you couldn't be bothered to care.
"Ok, baby. Come here." She lays back on the bed, back against the headboard so she can get a good look at you. You crawl over to her, lowering down in between her legs. She looked divine from this angle - and she was all your's. Not wanting to waste a second, you lap at her clit - rolling your tongue in circles before sucking at it gently. Ellie shuddered, shoulders squaring at the sensation. The muscles in her legs tensed up fully once you worked your tongue down, tracing the outline of her entrance before sliding your tongue inside and fucking her. She threw her hand over her mouth, gasping into her palm. "Fuck, my good fucking girl - that's so good." The praise egged you on even further, sliding a hand up closer to tease the same spot once you licked your way back up to her bundle of nerves. "Oh, my fucking god - you are the devil." She groans, sweat forming at her hairline. "That pretty little mouth was made for me, huh? You like watching me fall apart for you don't you" Moaning yes against her made her legs shake in the most delicious way. You couldn't get enough - she'd have to pry you off her once this was done.
Fucking into her with your fingers and eating her out the way that you were was going to send her into orbit - you could tell she was inching towards her release. You move your mouth faster, pulling back to spit on her pussy before continuing. "Nasty, nasty fucking girl." She heaves out. You raise up on your knees, ass in the air behind you. Ellie groans again at the sight.
"Rub your fucking clit." She wheezes, breathless in the throws of pleasure. You meet her eyes from between her legs, still licking that same evil circle. "Use that free hand and rub your fucking pussy, I wanna hear how sweet you sound coming while your mouth is on me." If you weren't already laying down - you would have collapsed. You knew fucking Ellie when she won a race was a whole other ball game - but fucking an Ellie who won a race and was your girlfriend? You were convinced you were going to need a few days to recover.
You reach around, finding your clit soaked and swollen. The slightest flick of your finger had your back arching out in bliss. She watched you intently, making sure you were doing as she asked. After a few moments, you were both teetering on the edge of release.
"Cum with me, baby-" She whimpers, words still just as dominant but tone slipping under the orgasm-fog. "I wanna hear you." You shatter, rocking your hips against your hand as Ellie cries out, riding against your tongue. You pant against her, taking as much as she was willing to give you before grabbing you by your hair and pulling your lips to meet her's. The kiss was messy, sloppy- carnal and raw. Neither of you had any control over your limbs - especially not you; your third orgasm of the night made the insides of your body run like jello. But one look at your girlfriend made it very clear that she was not done.
Her eyes flit to the travel bag she dropped by the dresser - she stood, walking over to unzip it before taking out her strap. You had a feeling it was coming - the sight of her hips with the harness buckled on made your mouth water.
Ellie looked like she had an absolutely sinister idea. Your stomach churned watching her puzzle-piece it out. It took you mere seconds to notice what her eyes were locked on - a huge, propped up mirror, facing directly against the corner of the bed. Your eyes met - before you could ask anything, she crawls on the bed, pushing you on your back further down the mattress - so your head was hanging off the corner. Your view was upside down, but you could very clearly see - her kneeling inbetween your spread legs; the strap firm in her grasp - playing with the folds of your pussy. The angle was lethal - you could see every drag of it up and down. Ellie also got a nasty angle of her own - seeing how your whole body melts around her touch, and how beautifully you both folded around each other.
"I want you to watch me fuck you - you look away, I'm not letting you finish." Your face feels like it's going to melt off. The shake of your legs made the bed rattle. Ellie smacks your pussy - you yelp in return. "Answer me, baby. Do you hear me?" Up and down. The shake of your head felt odd at this angle - a feeling that is quickly forgotten once you get the glorious sight of her sliding into you slowly.
"Holy fuck." You gasp, seeing Ellie's face contort into something along the lines of a super villain. Her hands find purchase on your thighs, pushing them up until your body was borderline folded in half. The new position allowed her to sink in deeper - something you could also see clear as day in the mirror. She was still on her knees, the strap sitting taught against her abs was going to send you to the moon. Everytime she pulled out, the piece was covered in your cum. This shit was enough to send most into cardiac arrest - it was pornographic, almost impossile to fathom.
"Feels so good-" Your words come out more like a gurggle, the last part finishing in a squeak as she snaps her hips forward - driving the strap even further. "Feels good? You like when I fuck you with my cock?" Like wasn't a strong enough word. Like made it sound like a cake walk - this was immoral levels of pleasure. You almost felt bad experiencing so much of it was one person. Like maybe you should share.
Too bad she was yours.
Ellie continues to fuck you, changing her gaze between you and the mirror every few seconds. Every whimper you let out brought you closer and closer to exploding. You felt like your whole body was on fire - like if she looked at you too intensely, you may melt into the mattress of this bed.
"My beautiful girl, all mine and no one elses. Isn't that right?" Ellie uses a hand to grasp yours, squeezing it like her life depended on it. "My good girl, so pretty and fucked out for me. I can't believe I'm the only person who gets to see you like this. I'm so lucky." Her voice, stern and rough - was weak with bliss, like she was inches from finishing as well. One hand holding you, the other moving to rub circles on your clit - seeing it in the mirror was the final straw. You call out her name, limbs flying around as your body convulses.
"Yes, my baby - give it to me, such a good girl. You're so beautiful like this. I'm so happy you're mine." The sweet nothings she whispered as she slid the strap off and dragged you both onto the pillows and under the bed made your lips curve into the softest of smiles. Ellie leaned over, turning the lamp off before wrapping her arms around you.
"We're sleeping in the same bed. I can't wait to wake up next to you tomorrow."
Her lips brushed your temple - the softest of kisses were placed there as you spoke.
"And here's to every day after. I'm so lucky to be yours." She muses.
"Hey - don't get all soft on me, Bull. Your ass is mine in Mexico City."
She laughs, tangling her legs with yours. "It was yours anyways, but if thinking y'all stand chance in Mexico helps you sleep at night - Sure, Ferrari. Whatever you say."
omg your writing is actually phenomenal like better then anything i could ever ask for, you’re already my fav writer on tumblr omg and if you make a tag list pls pls pls add me
tis why i do what i do :) i'm so happy you liked it. i'm gonna get a masterlist up and running tonight - once i do, the tag list will be next !! i'll make note of you hehe. thank you so much for such a nice message !!! <3
also thanks to everyone who has sent me requests !!! i am hoping to get to all of them this week. keep sending em my way :’)
in da mean time … the crowd seems to want a pt. 2 for the ellie f1 au … and since im grieving the loss of a max verstappen championship … might as well put my energy into something more positive 🥲
synopsis: you have been in love with your best friend for as long as you can remember. confessions fly in a moment of frustration - and now you have to pick up the pieces.
c.w: 18+, M&MENDNI, F/F, fem!bff!reader x top!bff!ellie - swearing, oral (r + e recieving), face sitting, masturbation, strap on sex, strap on referred to as cock/dick, mentions of an exorcism but like not in a weird way but to explain something, pet names, dirty talk, edging, confessions of love, a lil heavy on the angst here folks but don't worry all ends well, tit play, ellie is NASTYYY she talks NASTYYYY.
word count; 4.58k !
a/n: hello it is i. back again so soon. thank u for all the love on my last ellie au!!! y'all are boosting my ego so bad hehe. i'll get a master-list up and going here soon :p enjoy !!!! as always, if you love - feel free to like, comment, and reblog !!! my requests are open for any ideas :3
The rain hammered down against your window like hands beating against walls - it mimicked the eerily similar air lingering through your apartment. You stood hunched over the kitchen counter, staring down the glass of water you'd poured in a desperate attempt to clear your mind. The room spun - the lights were too hard on the sting of your eyes, tears still fresh and cold as they slid down your face. There was a part of you that was ashamed - you knew your emotions got the best of you, and you still continued to fight against every part of your mind begging you to slow down. Shock and awe was too small a descriptor for how you felt - your whole world just collapsed into ash. Everything you'd known had been reduced to dirt under your shoe.
Your best friend was in love with you. Ellie Williams, the woman you'd known since kindergarten - the person you shared a soul with, shared a life with. She'd wanted you this whole time and you were none the wiser. The worst part was - you'd spent year and years longing for something more to grow between you, hoping that she'd wake up and decide it was you that she needed most. As you grew into adult hood, you knew you needed to give up; move on with your life and find someone new - but a part of your being was always locked there, waiting. Your desires for her became more of a distant dream, but they were very much still real.
Your hands curve around the glass, shakily raising it to your lips and gulping. The reality of what had just occurred was jarring, and coping with it was going to cost you you're life as you knew it. Closing your eyes, you work your way back through it all - hoping to find the answer with all the words you left unsaid.
Her back was pin straight. She ran her fingers through her red-tinted hair, swearing under her breath as you sauntered out from the kitchen and back into the living room. Ellie was distraught, the realization that you were minutes from leaving for your 4th date with some random girl you'd met online. She had always hated these dates, hated the way you'd call her as you got ready - only hanging up to attend it before calling back immediately after to hash out the details. She lived off of knowing they were bad, knowing the women you entertained were so beneath you and undeserving of you - that they'd never last. This girl, Dina, had made it passed the first date - and onto the second and third. Every passing day that she remained present in your life, Ellie's sanity tipped closer to snapping.
Your outfit was sinful. The emerald green dress hugged your curves perfectly, slightly poofing out mid-thigh. The strapless number was paired with a pair of black kitten heals; the combo made Ellie feel like her heart was bottoming out to her ass. A vision of Dina taking it off you made her skin crawl - she had to turn away, which brought you both to where you are now.
"Ellie?" You say, voice sweet as candy and soft as silk. "You okay?" It came out more concerned, less comical. "What's wrong?" Her head was spinning, no words came to the front- at least none she could say without ruining everything. You walk forward, placing a hand right inbetween her shoulder blades - applying pressure with ease. "Are you thirsty? Do you need something?"
Your hands on her burned through the layers of clothes - hot and heavy directy on Ellie's back. Nausea rolled through her stomach violently. She coughed - more like choked - and sped across to the other side of the room, a soft heave leaving her lips as she moved. Confusion warped the air. To you, it was a normal night - what was going on? Why was she acting weird?
You advance towards her, stopping short just a few feet from where she stood. You fought the urge to reach out again - Ellie waging a similar battle. Tonight would be the night, she thought. She was finally going to snap.
"Ellie, talk to me." One step forward.
"I'm fine. I'll just go." One step back,
"Ellie, you're not fine." Two steps forward.
"Of course I'm not." She says, voice so sharp it would cut glass. "I'm not fucking fine. You have a date in 20 minutes - in that outfit - and you're surprised that I'm not fucking fine?"
Your stance, once fluid and drenched with worry, was now rigid. Your body was locked in place, the room you knew so well all of a sudden a void.
"I'm sorry?" You gagged out, throat closing in fear. The air was cold. You were cold.
"Don't apologize. I'm berating you because I'm in love with you, and Jesus Christ - you're apologizing? To me?" Ellie laughed weekly - not because it was funny, but because the words she'd been burying so deep clawed out - they weren't a concept, something she tossed around in her head when she caught a glimpse of your smile when you weren't paying attention - they were real. It was real.
Your face was pale. You gulped, teetering on your heels hesitantly.
"You're in love with me?" Barely above a whisper, like it was a comment to yourself and not a reply to her. "Are you serious?"
Ellie winced, clasping her hands in front of her stomach like her insides were exposed. "I am. Have been, actually. For a long time." She didn't think you would get paler - but you did. You throw your weight off your feet, collapsing onto the couch with a thud.
"Y/n. Say something." Ellie's voice, still sharp - but less with rage and more with panic - seeped into your ears. You had so many things you wanted to say; all of them useless at the current moment. You wanted to tell Ellie about the first moment you knew you had a crush on her - you were both 12 and your school was hosting a dodge ball tournament. The winner's class got a pizza party before holiday break. Your classmates had been picking on you, making fun of your glasses and frizzy hair. The final two in the tournament came down to you and Ellie - knowing how badly you wanted to fit in, Ellie threw herself in front of the ball you tossed - throwing the game and earning you unlimited respect from your classmates. You wanted to tell her that you ran out of your senior year prom crying because the sight of her dancing with another girl made your skin crawl. You wanted to tell her that your heart snapped looking up into the crowd at your college graduation and not seeing a single member of your family, but hearing her roaring cheer and thunderous clapping made it all okay. You wanted to say a lot of things, but none of it came. The weight of all the missed chances you had to confess, all the missed time you could have been in each other's arms - it all came crashing down into one short, cruel sentence.
"I need you to leave, Ellie."
Her face was a shadow. You weren't sure what she did, honestly. Looking made it real, and that wasn't something you could take.
She grabbed her jacket, taking one last look in your direction before slipping out the door.
Your skin crawled, every inch of your body was covered in goosebumps. Reliving it made it real - there was no avoiding it. You crushed the person you loved, and she had no idea that you even felt that way. Disgust - with yourself, with how weak you were - crawled across your body. It slithered and strangled you like a snake - you felt like you couldn't breathe. Ellie's face, strong and beautiful - haunted you every time you blinked. Younger you, who worshipped the ground she walked on, would be ashamed.
You throw the empty glass at the wall, a frustrated shriek leaving your lips. Heavy breathing was all you could hear, your heart beat was pounding in your ear and drowning out everything else.
You refused to let things simmer like this - your anger was with no one but yourself. The date you had planned with Dina meant nothing - as sweet as she was, you knew where your heart belonged. There was no denying it now.
You had to fix this. You would fix this.
Throwing on more reasonable shoes, you run out the door to the only person you wanted to see.
The stairs squeaked beneath your feet. You know the people staying in the apartments under Ellie would have complaints about the noise, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. Landing in front of her front door, you pound on it with your fists. The air felt like cement in your lungs. It was hard to breathe, the anxiety and exertion from the stairs sat heavy in your chest. A few seconds passed, a deflated Ellie standing across from you in gray sweats and a burgundy crewneck. Her eyes flew open at the sight of you, still dressed in your skimpy dress. The chill of the air should be freezing you to the bone, but you felt like you were burning under her gaze. She grabbed you by the arm, pulling you inside.
"Holy shit, y/n - it's fucking freezing! Get in here." Her eyes did a side-by-side sweep of the hallway, seemingly checking for people. "Do you you have any idea how weird my neighbors are? There's no telling what they would have said if they saw you." She ran a hand through her hair, still damp from what you assumed was a post fight shower. She always took hot showers when her emotions got the best of her.
"Maybe you should move then, if girls running in dresses with crocs on is a turn-on." You laugh, bowing away from her like a dog when she didn't reciprocate the humor. Infact, she just stared at you. Her eyes weren't cold, they were clouded - confusion, or maybe fear - an emotion you couldn't quite place. She didn't reach out to you, didn't even touch you. Her tug of your arm to come inside stopped the second you crossed the threshold. You felt small in her presence, like every breath you took was being scrutinized in her mind. The rise and fall of your chest seemed to be the only distinguishable motion in the room.
"I wanted, needed to talk to you." The word slid off your tongue in a hushed whisper, barely audible to even yourself. The shake of your hands became overwhelming - you grip the hem of your dress between your knuckles as tightly as possible. "I needed to apologize, I'm so sorry Ellie." Her eyes close slowly in defeat.
"You don't need to apologize, really-"
"I do." You snap, feet moving forward before your brain registers it. She steps back in tandem.
"Y/n. We are not having this conversation right now-"
"Ellie. I love you." You blurt, almost too fast. Ellie looked like she needed to reboot - to hear it again. Her shoulders squared - the look in her eye now registering to you for what it really was; longing.
She wanted you - more than anything. You wanted her the same, and instead of just confessing - you both spent years and years of your life afraid of what came after. Terrified of what if, accepting a life time of never having what you truly wanted instead. What a waste.
You clear your throat before continuing. "I love you and I have forever. I keep trying to replace the hole you've left in me, but it's -they - are never enough. I'm sorry for shutting down, I'm sorry-" She cuts you off, taking the steps forward to connect your lips before you could finish. Your eyes flew open, arms raising to wrap about her neck. She laces her's the same but around your waist - pulling you so tight against her chest that that it's almost suffocating. Ellie opens your mouth with her tongue, slipping it through your lips to deepen something that was already touching your soul. It wasn't something hard or rushed, it was dence - thick, and needy. Your body moved on it's own accord, you two were locked into something neither of you had control over.
She spins you around, shoving you against the wall with a thud. Your hands fly above your head, pinned by your wrists. She holds you there with one arm, the other wrapped around your neck. She forced your head to craine in the exact angle she needed, her mouth placing wet kisses against your neck. The moan started in your stomach and came out deep, reverberating through the air. Ellie froze before flying backwards, a red haze on her face that was accompanied by dark eyes. She clenched her fists at her side, the shake noticeable.
"Oh my god. God, y/n, I'm so fucking sorry, I can't believe-" She stopped speaking, her hand snagging over her mouth. She raked her eyes up and down your figure; noting your disheveled dress. The fabric was hiked up around your waist, the black lace underwear you elected to wear earlier coming quickly in clutch. Your lipstick was lightly smudged, Ellie reached out with her thumb to wipe it away. She moved in slow motion, dragging it back up your chin before setting it on your bottom lip. You pop your mouth open, allowing the better angle to make your bottom lip jut out. Her thumb slides, landing atop your tongue. She presses softy. The want was agonizing.
You close your lips around it, sucking gently. Ellie felt your tongue circling it, pressing her thighs together in agony. Her eyes glide back down to your panties, the band barely covering where you needed her most. "You put those on for your little date?" She tuts, yanking her thumb from your mouth and wiping the saliva off far up on your thigh. Her hand dangles there teasingly. "I just wanted to look good." You reply, voice hesitant. She was so close she could probably hear the erratic beating of your heart. Her head falls to the left, eyes slits as she mockingly pouts at you. "You think of me when you're with another woman? Do you wish it was me?" This was dangerous ground you were trekking. How much of a confession were you willing to make? Your body's reaction, the way it warped to her every touch, answered for you.
"I do, I always do. I think of you when I touch myself-"
"Yeah?" She eggs you on, pressing her chest to your's - but not touching you anywhere else.
"Yeah. I pretended it was your fingers."
She groaned, throwing her head back in confliction.
"I think we need to talk before we go any further-"
"That would be reasonable, yes."
She inhales, bringing her eyes back to yours. Still pressed together. "We've confessed a lot tonight."
"Yes."
"We should be adults."
"Naturally."
Her eyes deceive her again, dragging down to your mouth.
"I don't want to overwhelm you."
"Well, instead of worrying about me - why don't you do what you want."
Still close. Legs tangled, against a wall but feeling as though you both were going to go through it. Your breath - sweet from wine, her's - cold and minty. Your faces were so close, just close enough to touch.
"Fuck it." She groans.
She connects your lips once again, wrapping her hand around the front of your neck to keep control. You moan into the kiss, her swallowing every note. The weight of everything falls off you in tons - everything light when you're with her. You give up the reigns, melting into her touch.
She pats your legs, gesturing for you to jump. She grabs your legs and wraps them around her hips. The wall was still hard against the top of your back. Ellie pulls back, walking you down the small corridor and into her room, tossing you down on her bed. She takes a mental photo, commiting every curve of your body - every misplaced hair and smooth patch of skin - to memory. You were so beautiful, there are so many words in modern language - in all language - and none of them were enough to create the dream that is you.
Your legs unfold, spreading wide to invite her in. Your black underwear was slightly pushed aside - pussy out and glistening wet. Ellie coughed, the gasp she fought to let out catching in her throat. You grin, trapping your bottom lip between your teeth. You were going to kill her.
"My needy girl, huh? So fucking needy?" Your heart bottoms out in your chest. Your wildest dreams could never match up to this. This was something you thought about but knew would never happen. There was infinite worlds in which your body ached for her, and now here she was - offering herself up to you. Ellie's hands travel down your legs, squeezing the skin as she went. She traces hearts against your body with her thumbs - leaving her palms flat against your inner thighs. "What do you want?" Ellie asks, voice cut like gravel. Arousal traced every word.
"You. Everywhere." Blinking the haze away. Confession time was over - want consumed your every thought.
She nods, dropping down to her knees in front of the bed. She snaked her arms around your hips and yanked you down to the end of the bed. Your legs wrapped around her shoulders - heals finding purchase upon her shoulder blades. "I'd look for you in every woman I saw-" She starts, kissing up and down your thigh softly. "Every pussy I ate-" Sucking small bruises in the same area, as if to claim you. "I'd wish with all of me it was you - you coming on my tongue, moaning my name. I only ever wanted you." Her voice was muffled, mouth now pressed against the lace of your panties. Her breath was hot against you. She rolled her tongue out, licking a strip up the length of you. She stopped just before your clit - and you writhed. Your skin was on fire, every movement made electricity strike it's way up your spine. "Now that I have you, how am I supposed to stop?" Her smirk was lethal as she licked you again, her fingers moving the cloth away just before hand to throw you off. The feeling of her tongue against your bare skin - sucking your clit before placing a soft kiss - was enough to end you. You'd never felt so weightless. You feel her smile on you. She moaned against you, pushing her tongue into your entrance and fucking you with her whole face. You wanted to rip your hair out. Ellie's eyes were sparked, almost aflame; your hands tug her hair to get a better look. Stunning. She wasn't good enough for anyone - even for you. Her tongue, how she uses it - There wasn't a woman deserving.
"Tell me how good it feels."
"Fuck, Els - it's so fucking good." There was a shake to your voice that made it very clear you were going to cum.
'So fucking good? Has anyone made you feel this good?"
"No. No, no - God no."
She smiled. Her hair fell into her face in soft red whisps, but her hands were wrapped so tight around you - and she wasn't pulling away. She sucked you again, circling her tongue as she went along.
"My baby wants to cum, doesn't she?" She asks, voice mocking. It alarmed you how much it turned you on. You bob your head. The sight of your thighs shaking around her head was something you wanted to remember forever. "You're not going to cum until I say you can, isn't that right?" She sticks her tongue out and jerks her head up and down - letting it sink into your folds just to pull it back out. Once it occurred to you that she was edging you - teetering you back and forth in front of the line and daring you to cross it - you had to force your eyes closed to keep from coming. Ellie whined, speaking through the mussel that was having her mouth buried in your pussy. "Oh, my baby - show me those pretty eyes. I want you to watch while I eat your wet little cunt." She muses, tracing fucking hearts against you, the clit acting as the divot down the middle. You were so close to saying fuck it all and just coming, but an angel from somewhere else blessed down on you as Ellie opened her mouth. "Cum all over my face, y/n. Let me taste you."
You convulce - an exorcism being the closest thing to compare it too. Your body shook and thrashed as you finally release. Ellie held your thighs against her, keeping your lower half pinned to her bed. She continued to lap at you, cleaning you from your entrance all the way to the top. She licked her lips as she pulled away - like you had awarded her with her favorite meal. Your head spun in circles.
Ellie stood up, sliding her pants off. Her boxers slipped off with them - she was bare on her lower half in front of you. She kicks the clothes away, sliding onto the bed on her knees. You wrap a hand around her thigh, tugging softly. "Sit on my face." You say, not allowing even a moment's pause to think it over. Ellie looked like she was going to pass out.
"Beg me too." She says in response, dropping a hand to pull down the bust of your dress. Your tits come out - she wraps her palm around one and kneads the skin. The saliva collecting in your mouth multiplied at the sight. "Please-" You tug again. "I wanna taste you."
She swings her legs on either side of your face. Your heart raced, slamming against the cage of your chest. Finally - you had no other thoughts. This was all you needed.
Your arms reach up, pulling her down and swirling your tongue against her - returning the favor off drawing shapes. She haunched forward - her arms flying to rest against the headboard. "Fuck, fuck baby." The soft swivel of her hips egged you on. If this was your forever, you'd celebrate.
She hisses when your tongue fucks her - you could hit angles she couldn't in this position. Your right hand, once plastered against her hip - gets pulled off of her. Your eyes open to find her pulling your pointer and middle finger into her mouth, plastering it with saliva. She pops them out and guides your fingers to your clit, pressing them against you. You moan into her cunt, earning a groan back that was even louder. "Rub." She says, circling her hips again. "Make that pretty pussy come with me." Her mouth was filthy. She was a fucking erotic poet - the way she spoke made your body clench. You nod, circling your clit with your wet fingers. She starts whining - the sound music to your ears. The both of you are seconds from self-combustion.
"Cum with me, baby - make me fucking cum." Ellie gets out, voice barely audible. You shake and release, fucking the air to get through such an intense orgasm. She throws her head back, moaning softly - "fuck yes… that feels so fucking good … my good girl". She leans back, sliding off of you before reaching over to her nightside table. You see her stand up, sliding what you now realize is a strap, onto her legs and fastening it at the hip.
"You know, one time you told me no one had been able to get you off with a strap." She says pushing you back flat against the mattress. The memory haunts you, a flash of her red flushed face popping back in your mind. You remember thinking you'd freaked her out - sex rarely ever came up in conversation after.
"I wanted to scream. It took all of me not to drag you in here and make you ride my fucking cock." She says it like it's morning news. So casual.
"I thought about bending you over every surface in that kitchen, teasing you with the head for hours - just pushing in a little and pulling back out. I wanted you to scream and beg for me to fuck you."
"I wanted you too. I always did." Babbling. You were fucking babbling like your life depended on it. There was no part of you that could form full sentences.
"Yeah? Well, look at us now." She laughs, knocking your thighs apart to Kneel between them. Ellie guides the tip of the strap between your lips, tapping at your clit. The sounds coming from your mouth were pornographic. "I'm about to be fucking balls deep in your pretty little pussy - and you love me. God, I'm the luckiest fucker in the world." The sentence collapses to a close as she sinks into you, dropping on top of your chest to kiss you. Your lips tangle together as she thrusts, the strap rubbing against your walls. You were blissed out - so was she. Nothing had ever felt that good.
You wrap your legs around her hips, clawing down her back with a fresh french tip. The movement was animalistic - almost violent. Human nature built and defined craving around what you were both experiencing right here. Ellie's groans rang in your ear. Her breath was hot against your neck.
"I love you. Fuck I love you so much."
"I love you too. So much it hurts." She replies, bottoming out once again. She kisses your cheek, your temple - your cheeks and mouth. She kisses you everywhere. "Since the moment I saw you. I've been yours."
A tear slips from your eye - in emotion and pleasure. Fuck, you were so in love with this woman. Earth shattering, life defining, mind-blowingly in love. Your orgasm crept on you like a snake, washing over you like lava. You hold Ellie to your chest as tight as you could. She rocks in and out of you for a moment after, easing you through your release. Kisses were traced up your shoulder - onto your neck as well. She pulled back to look at you after.
"Good?" She asks, squinting he eyes with nerves.
"You're fucking insane. You're telling me I could have had this the whole time?"
She laughs - a real, deep - loud laugh that made your soul glow. You had her. She had you.
"I can't wait to make up for lost time." She taps your lips with her's, a small kiss before pulling away again. "Should we talk?"
You take in every aspect of her face; her nose - scrunching under your gaze. Her eyes, so bright. Her big smile and her soft freckles. You allow your mind to learn her in a different light - not just your best friend, not someone you could never have - but someone who loves you. Who belongs to you.
"I think we know that we love each other - and that's enough. I want to be yours, I am yours. Everything else will fall into place." Your mouth seeks her's out again, locking something sacred between you two in the process.
She smiles, the happiest you'd ever seen her. "I love you so much, I wish I could say it always."
Your lips curve to match. "Don't worry - you'll get your chance, we have a long time."
summary — ellie williams, reigning champion of the f1 circuit and all over egotistical ass; screwed up your drivers chance at a first place finish. all you wanted was an apology, and ellie doesn't seem like she wants to give one. how do you both solve it? a bet. whoever comes out on top, wins. you just weren't prepared for what she wanted if the odds swung in her favor.
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The wind pulled and tugged at your hair, the once high pony tail resting against the back of your neck in defeat. It was a sunny, beautiful day in Monaco - round 8 of this years Formula1 schedule had commenced last night, and as everyone expected - your team, your driver - had podiumed in 3rd. The win was a nice point jump that was needed to boost moral, but if the team had any shot at a championship title - there was a lot more work to do. There was only so much you could do as a public relations liasion; you didn't do much on the track and race side of things - but it was your job to maintain the image of your drivers - and this certain hiccup, her, was creating more of an issue than you were equipped to handle.
Ellie Williams, Red Bull driver #1 and 3 time world champion - was not to be fucked with. Her reputation proceeded her in a way that would melt the smile off of any unsuspespeciting person - all in all, she was a huge bitch; but fuck could she race. She didn't care about making friends or having fans - she wanted to win. It was first place or nothing. Her teammate, Jesse - deserved a much higher salary for how much you were sure he had to deal with. The press team for Red Bull was less than helpful with trying to arrange a meeting - so, you took matters into your own hands, stealing a copy of the the Team Principle's schedule and sneaking onto the track when you knew she'd be there.
The heals of your white sneakers kicked up pebbles as you trekked closer, the soft roll of sound catching the attention of the woman you were on the hunt for. The helmet that sat perfectly atop her head - because of course it was measured to be a perfect fit - flipped in your direction. Waving felt a little childish, so you elect to nod your head. Plopping down on the hood of what you were sure was a multi-million dollar car, she finally pulls the helmet off - a brownish red mullet left behind in its wake. Of course, she was a great driver and fucking hot. Freckles were scattered across her cheeks, the light hit her eyes in just the right way that the brown irises almost looked gold. She was tall - not super tall, but tall enough. The racing uniform the Bulls suited her up in hugged and slid across her body like it was another set of skin - gloves on, but the length of her fingers was hard to miss. The thought made you gulp. All of a sudden it felt way too hot to be May in Europe.
"Aren't you a little far from home base, Ferrari?" She gestured to the patch on your polo, acknowledging your team. "I'm pretty sure they reserved the track so the winner could get some solo shots." The word dripping off her tongue like it was a personal blow - racer or not, if the driver fails; you all do.
"Maybe so. But it's hardly a win if you have to completely run the driver making to pass you off the track. But hey, what do I know, I'm not a Bull." The hip pop you proceeded to do was involuntary, but she seemed amused by it anyways. "Damn straight you're not." Ellie smirks. That damn smirk. "But hey, if you ever want to take a swing at winning for once - we could always use another member of our press team." As if on que, an army of people with the same job as you - mostly women, you had to note - began fawning over Ellie as if she was lost treasure. One of them began dabbing her nose, like she was incapable of doing it herself. Maybe she was, you were sure all that time she probably spent maintaining that ego kept her hands fairly busy.
Her hands.
You gulp, averting your eyes for what feels like the millionth time. "I'm good. Perfectly fine where I am. But if you have a second, I'd love a chat." Her press team, annoyed by your presence, move away slowly. You wave, hoping it came off as bitchy as you wanted it too. She nods - her posture slacking even further against the car. "Shoot. Unless you want insider secrets, I'm sure the principles can chat that one through."
"I already tried him. I don't think he's a huge fan of me."
"He's not a huge fan of anyone, love. Well, except for me."
The nickname sent what felt like a laser down the center of your spine - you knew this could have been an email. If it was obvious how she was affecting you, she didn't show it. Hopeful relief was the only thing keeping you calm. You tred your next words carefully.
"You ran one of my drivers off. You then made comments about the team's planned strategy. As if him rolling off into the grass was planned right before a pit lane." It was at that point you realized her legs were completely spread, her weight resting on her palms behind her. Dizzy. It was dizzying.
"And your point is?" She bobs her knee up and down, tilting her head to the side to feign confusion. "My job is to race and win. He was in my way. Case closed." You force a tight lip smile, breathing out through your nose. "Yes. It is. But it's not your job to lie about team strategy and make my engineers look bad. You know damn well that wasn't us forcing him out, it was you."
"Tomatoe, tomah-toe. It's all the same at the end of the day." She waves a bug out of her face, standing back to her full height. Hot. Hot. Hot. You felt like a fucking child. This was an adult conversation. Looking at someones lips and wondering how soft they are - tracking the veins that wrapped her fingers and crept up her forearms in the absence of the gloves that are now in one of the many press liaisons hands. There was no room for this. You were the best of the best at what you do, it's time to start acting like it.
"The issue, Williams, is that it's not. FIA rules make it very clear that there is supposed to be space left for the drivers closest to you. You're on your fourth strike of the season - one more is grounds for a 10-place grid drop once we get to Spain. You may lead now, but starting Barcelona 10 spots behind the Ferarri's and the Mclaren's? You can kiss that winning streak goodbye."
She squints at you - in either an act of defying the sun or showing irritation, either was possible. "And how exactly were you planning on slapping me with this penalty, y/n?" Her knowing your name made your stomach churn.
"That sounds like doubt, but I promise - I can be very convincing when I want to be." The sway of your hips as you partially turn to leave catch her eye, the intensity of her stare making your face flush. "Retract the statement. Apologize. Then maybe we can be friends."
"Who said I wanted to be friends?" A soft chuckle followed. Her laugh was as infectious as she was. "I'll tell you what, Ferrari. Go ahead and file the penalty. They'll review the footage, and dock me my grid spot." Her voice gets closer and closer until you could feel her presence directly behind you, the minty breath from her mouth puffing out over the expanse of your neck. "But watch me win anyways. You and I both know, they could start me in the fucking pit lane for all I care - I always win."
"Is that a challenge?" God you hoped it was.
"Sure."
"And what do I get if I win?"
"You mean If I lose?"
"Tomatoe, tomah-toe. It's all the same at the end of the day."
She grins. Something evil behind those eyes flashes, and the heat returns to your cheeks.
"I lose, I retract what I said and apologize."
"I can work with that." You put your hand up, the shake barely noticeable. She looks down at it, returning her gaze to your eyes.
"And when I win the race?"
"Cocky, aren't we?" Your hand remained in the air, thankfully keeping some distance between you two.
"Never cocky. Just realistic." You roll your eyes. She laughs again. The sound makes you weak.
"You win, I'll do anything you ask. One thing, completely your choice."
She rolls her tongue over her lips, sliding her hand into your's.
"You have a deal, Ferrari. Winner takes it all."
Race day never failed to have you completely and totally on edge. Thousands of people all gathering in one spot to watch cars fly past their head at 275 miles an hour - a younger version of yourself would never have found something of the sort entertaining. Things have obviously changed, and even with the constant flow of anxiety creeping its way up and down your body; there's no place you'd rather be.
After coordinating with the strategy engineers and filming some pre-race content with your drivers, you make your way out of the pit box and over to the section seating reserved for team members. Even with the tons of people in red and orange, you couldn't miss the sea of fans sporting Red Bull blue. Giant posters of Ellie's head flew around, her name in glittery finish right below them. People were anxiously awaiting the sight of their favorite driver - and as much as you wanted to laugh at them, you couldn't help but look around for her as well.
The rev of an engine brought your attention to her, the moth sticker on the helmet making it very clear it was her in that car and not Jesse. Ellie did end up getting a penalty for her push out on Ferrari - and while you were sure she thought it was you, it actually wasn't. Your team principle made the complaint before you could. Either way, she got exactly what you assumed she would - a 10 spot grid dock. She went from 1st to 11th - seated just behind the Aston Martin drivers. The Red Bull fans in the stands went postal when they heard the announcement - but it didn't last long. They clearly have complete and total faith in the skill of Ellie Williams. You, on the other hand, were nervous; you couldn't tell if it was for your drivers - or for her.
The announcers voice boomed over the speaker, signaling that the race was about to begin. You pull out your content camera and get some on-track shots of the team - throwing them a thumbsup for good luck. You catch Ellie shooting one back - knowing damn well it was not for her. While the idea of flipping her your middle finger sounded fun, that sounded like the last kind of press that Ferrari wanted at the moment, so you elect to rolling your eyes instead.
The beeping of the red lights starts - then a flash of green, and off the cars went.
Lap 61. 5 laps to go. What looks like 8 minutes left in a 2 hour race.
You were sweating - blaming it on the blistering Spanish sun would have been easier, but you were nervous. Podium looked like it was coming down to Mclaren, Ferrari, and Red Bull. Your driver was neck and neck with the Mclaren driver - with Ellie not far behind them. She started the race off slow - staying comfortable in P7 or P8 - but once they hit lap 40 - she went off. She zig-zaggged through drivers, flying around corners - not slowing down for anyone. The Red Bull pit crew had her in and out of there in under 2 seconds - other teams were scrambling to keep up. You started this race sure an apology and retractment was coming Ferrari's way - now you weren't so sure.
The roar of the crowd brought your attention back to the race - just in time to watch Ellie slide past Mclaren. The gasps and shouts rung in your ears like bells, your heartbeat rapidly increasing to sync up with the noise. You raise your shaky hands to take photos of your driver as he approached the end of lap 65 - but Ellie was too close. She swerved around behind him to distract him, but he held strong - manuvering just the same to keep her in her place. They were on the last lap now, all the fans rising to their feet to catch a glimpse of them flying around the bend. This was anyone's race now - but the consequences of a Ferrari loss were not ones you were willing to consider. You raise your fingers to your mouth and whistle, clapping with your camera under your arms. Shouting, yelling out your drivers name - anything you could do to change the outcome you were scarily anticipating.
Just before the last curve of the lap, Ellie pushes the gas faster than your driver was ready for, the swerving he was doing to hold her back failing. She shoots directy passed him, flying at what almost looked like warp speed towards the finish line. The crowd went insane, the blood rushing in your ear almost muffling them. Your face froze, watching Ellie Williams fly passed the finish line - securing P1 and winning the race.
Red Bull's team went flying out into the pit lane, greeting the arrival of their champion. Ellie rises from the car like a fucking phoenix - ripping the helmet off and throwing her hands in the air. You almost moaned, the sweat collecting on her brow and the red of her cheeks made her look unreal, the sight almost made you forget you had your own driver to celebrate - coming in P2 and bringing the team score up. You could see your colleagues throwing champagne on him and clapping him on the back - you make a quick move to turn around and go join them - but not before catching Ellie's eyes, knowing damn well that your loss meant her gain. The only question now was: what the fuck did she want you to do?
You wave at the last of the Ferrari team - all headed down the street for drinks to celebrate. You tell them that you'll catch up to them after, that there's a few last minute things you need to do to get content up in a timely manner before you all headed to the next race in Montreal. The track was deserted except for the clean up crew in the stands - all lights were also off except for the pit lane. You notice the garage door for Red Bull was open, and head there before your brain could tell you otherwise.
Knocking softly on the wall before entering, you see Ellie - uniform half unzipped and hanging around her hips. The top half of her body was adorned by nothing but a skin tight sports bra - the sight making a beed of sweat drip down your back. Her car, clean and sparkly as if it hadn't done 60 laps at 300 miles an hour earlier. "Clean up crew works fast - she looks brand new." You say, dragging the tips of your fingers across the body of metal as you make your way over to her. She smiles, throwing the rag she was holding on the supply table. "Well, you're kind of right. The piece you're eye fucking right now is new - had to be replaced after that little scuffle coming out of lap 37." The vulgar nature of her words made you gulp - something you were sure she noticed, smriking to herself. "What are you doing here, Ferrari? Don't you have a second place position to be toasting too?" You groan, looking down at the floor. "They're doing more than enough drinking for all of us. I'm here because I'm a woman of my word."
Another smirk, this one wider. "Which word? The one where you said we could be friends - or the one where you threatened me?"
"Wasn't a threat. More of an observation."
She kicks the box she was seated on into the corner, using the new open space between you to step closer. "I saw you during the race. Did you enjoy the show?" You squint, meeting her gaze. "For someone who doesn't want to be my friend, you sure do pay a lot of attention to what I'm doing." This time, she squints back - taking a moment to gaze down at the Ferrari red dress you had on for the press junket. "Well - if friendship is what you're seeking, it would be kind of me to let you know that this-" she says, fingering the material of your dress between her calloused fingers, "would look so much hotter on you if it was Red Bull blue. My blue." You roll your eyes. Whatever game she was playing - you weren't falling for it. Some kind of sick and twisted take on recruitment? She clearly didn't know much about you.
"Then, in the name of friendship, I should probably let you know that you're going to have to dress me in blue over my cold, dead body." She chuckles, dropping the dress back down between you both. "That can be arranged - the dressing you part of course, not the dead part. Not really into all that." Your laugh matches her's, soft and quick. "You sure? Seems like something you'd like."
Seconds pass of you both like that, before you raise your head to meet her eyes again. "I'm here because you won. I owe you." She tilts her head to the side, eyes becoming slits. "You're actually going to live up to that?" You nod, a questioning tone floating between you both. "Why wouldn't I? I lost?" She reaches behind her for her phone, sliding it between her hands before dropping it in your palm. The screen was lit with a text thread between Ellie and her press team, the longest message coming from the woman standing in front of you.
Ellie: Can you run this statement on the socials tomorrow? [file.jpg]
RB Press: Sure boss. Talk later. xx
You click open the file, analyzing the paragraph for what it was. You gasp softly, seeing the time it was written - an hour after the race had finished today.
In Monaco last week, I made a mistake on the track that won me the race - but was very clearly in violation of FIA regulations. I pride myself on being a safe racer just as much as a great racer, and being any part of a fellow athlete getting run off the track is never something I should celebrate - let alone blame on their strategy team. My apologies to the Ferrari drivers and their team, who work just as hard as anyone to secure success. I accept my 10-spot grid drop as punishment and look forward to fair, safe racing between all teams moving forward.
-Ellie Williams, Red Bull Racing.
You look up at her, unsure of what her reaction would be now that you knew. "But you won-" you start, setting her phone on the table to your left. "Fair and square. No apologies." She tits her frame from side to side, her hair falling in small strands atop her forehead. "Sure. But then I found out you never rushed to turn me in - in fact, it wasn't even you - it was your principle." Your eyes soften when they met her's. "It wasn't me, but that doesn't mean I wasn't going too." The air is still between you both, hands so close to touching but still so far. The fluorescent lights were making your head spin - at least, you wanted to think that was why, but it was probably being close enough to her that her lips were almost kissable. "You say that, but I don't think you would have. I just look too good winning." She whispers, eyes switching between meeting your gaze and your mouth.
There are so many words, sentences, and borderline guttural sounds flying through your head right now, you don't even know where to begin. The cockiness, which normally would have sent your eyes rolling, was making the temperature in this small garage skyrocket. You needed to get out of there soon or else all hell was going to break loose, and you weren't sure if you'd be able to stop it.
"One thing. Anything you want." You mutter, leaning back with the top half of your body - your feet still very much planted where they were. The eternal smirk. Anytime it left her face, it came running back. "You sure you want to play this game?" Eyes. Mouth. Eyes. Mouth. Her stare on both was so strong, it was making your head spin. "Damnit, Ellie. Just tell me what to do."
"Take your dress off."
And like that, any semblance of air left in the room vanished. Your eyes felt like they were going cross, the hair on your skin stood pin straight as well. Ellie didn't look anything other than sure, the small beads of sweat rolling down her skin were the only sign she was just as affected as you.
"I'm sorry? You want me too-"
"Take. Off. Your. Dress. That is, if you're as determined to pay back your loss as you're acting like you are." Her voice, once soft and comical - now gruff and horse, like she's fighting to restrain herself. "I want to see you outside of that Ferrari red - when I taste you like I want too, you're on no one's team but mine."
You sighed - not one of defeat, more of longing so intense you thought your knees were going to buckle. "You want all of Barcelona to see me naked? Is this a humiliation ritual or something?" She side steps around you, punching in the code to close the small garage door - any chance of escape leaving as it closed. Not that you wanted too, you were actually alarmed at how badly you wanted to be here. She returns to stand in front of you, uniform still hanging off her lower back. "If you think I was going to let anyone see you, you don't know me very well." She points her finger at your chest, then lets it sink down until it's pointing at the floor. "Dress off. And then you need to tell me that you want me as much as I want you - I'm not laying a finger on you until you do."
You're convinced this may be the hottest thing you've ever heard, the goosebumps on your skin felt like razor blades. What you clearly wanted was right in front of you, and it was time you got out of everyone else's heads and back into yours. Closing your mouth, your fingers rise to the zipper against the hem on your side, slipping it down until you heard it hitch against your hip. You feel the dress loosen, the straps sliding off your shoulders and onto your arms. Ellie watched intently, her gaze darkening every passing second you got closer to being naked. The dress slid down your frame until it pooled around your feet on the floor, your frame left in nothing but a black bra and matching underwear - ironically trimmed with blue lace on their edges. Her eyes flamed at the sight, the signature Ellie Williams smirk returning without a moment's pause. 'What happened to blue over your cold, dead body?" You nod, licking your lips. "If I had known you were so desperate to see me clothsless, I would have worn red everything." Her laugh was something sinister, the end of it clipping as she walked forward - running her fingers just above the straps - ghosting your skin with what felt like a feather. "Something tells me deep down, you knew - that's why this ensemble was picked out in the first place." You moan - trying to cut it before it came out, but failing. She wasn't touching you, she was allowing you to feel how close she was to doing so. The teasing was nauseating - you weren't sure how much more you could take.
"Ellie." You mutter.
"Hm?" She hums, the shadow of her fingers now dragging across bottom of your stomach, just above the lace of your underwear.
"What are you going to do if I tell you I want you?" The question comes off weak, almost squeaky. Her eyes flick back up - the intensity feeling like a lot compared to the fogginess you know was all over your's. "Well," Gravel, like hot lava - her voice was boiling you alive. "I'm going to sit you down atop this 2.6 million dollar car, and spread you open for me." She nods her head back, gesturing to the vehicle built around and solely for her. "And I'm going to absolutely destroy you - so the next time I race, and win, all I'll be able to think about is you falling apart for me atop of it." She side steps around your dress, now so close that your bodies could mold into one. "And I'll know you're down in the pit lane, thinking the same thing - I want that red to burn as you put it on, because all you can think about is how good you felt without it."
The ground could have been splitting open, and you wouldn't have cared. Enough was enough.
"Ellie. I want you."
And that was that.
She wrapped her fingers around the base of you neck, pulling your mouth to her's within a second. Her lips, soft and wet - slid over yours in a fight for dominance. Not that it was even close to a fight - she had you in a puddle, totally wrapped around her finger. If she had said jump, you would have asked how high. Her mouth was minty with a hint of that classic Red Bull taste, as she slid her tongue in to roll with yours. The grip she had on your neck only faltered to slide to the back, her fingers grabbing a fist of your hair to pull you back. Eye to eye, you both probably looked starved. Her pupils were blown and her cheeks were fire red, the freckles you noticed back in Monaco even more visible this close.
"Sit on the hood. Now." She released you, walking to the table to slide her rings off. The sight was too much, every step you took was more wobbly than the last. There are an infinite list of reasons why this was a bad idea - but you ignored them all, pushing your reasoning to the back burner as you plop down on the hood. The bottom of the Red Bull logo was covered by your calves. You kept your knees locked together while you waited for Ellie to finish what she was doing, every passing second leaving you more of a mess than you were before. You sat there almost wishing that you would wake up, that this was all a dream. How would you explain this to your boss? To your team?
"I can see the gears turning in that pretty little head of your's." Her voice pulling you out of your thoughts, clear and stern. She seemed so confident, so unaware of the effect she was having on you. "If this isn't something you want, I'll stop. But you have to know that I've been dreaming of how good you'd feel around me since the moment I spotted you at the team's car launch back in January." She looks deep into your eyes, just far enough to spot the hesitancy for what it really was - insecurity.
"This can stay between us, or I can walk out there now and tell every jock-headed desperate reporter that you're mine. Either way, I'm not going to let this ruin you. I'm only going as far as you want me too."
God, if you were any less cynical - you may have told her that you had feelings for her. That was ridiculous, you barely knew her - but the butterflies that hatched in your stomach were hard to ignore. You weren't going to let anything mess this up. You do everything for other people to win, it was your turn.
You spread your legs, the cotton that covered your pussy damp - the cold air hitting it made you wince. "You said you wanted to destroy me earlier, and now you're saying you're not going to let this ruin me. Having cold feet?" Your head falls to the right, your hair falling back behind you. The sight must have made Ellie's knees buckle, her weight shifting forward to catch herself. She tosses the last ring on the table with a clatter, and saunters back over to stand in front of you. "Cold feet - no. But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't itching to get the rest of this off." Her hands tug at the straps of your bra - letting go and watching them snap back onto your skin with a pop. You hiss, glaring. Taking it off and using it to distract you were two different things. She laughs at your annoyed appearance, biting down on her lip before dragging the sleeves down. The cups of your bra sag at the lack of support. Ellie reaches out to massage them, huffing out a loud sigh. Her eyes flick to yours before ripping the bra clean off, attaching her mouth to your right nipple. She licked and lightly tugged with her teeth, sending your head flying back. "Fuck, Ellie-" The air felt paper thin as it tugged its way in and out of your mouth. She licks one last time before giving the same attention to the left side - her free hands now wrapped around your waist to hold you in place.
You tug her hair, bringing her back up to face you before attacking her mouth with your own. She groaned, leaning into the kiss with so much pressure it sends you flying back onto the car. It's at this point that she really got a good look at you - bare chested with nothing but a skimpy pair of panties. Your hair fanned out in a halo above your head, and your legs were spread and wrapped around Ellie's legs. She grinned, taking in every inch of you as best she could. Your face burned under her intense stare.
"God, I wish I could take a picture right now." Her eyes softened. She ran her fingers down your sides, the chill of her hands making you shiver. She stopped once she hit your hip, toying with the waistband of your underwear. She pulled down, exposing the dip of your skin before your pussy. Leaning forward, she slides her fingers down to the center, rubbing a circle on the wet patch. Your back arched, both lungs felt like they were on fire. Everything was sensitive, every touch felt heightened - things that normally wouldn't even make you blink an eye had every nerve ending in reach reacting. She makes the touch harder, blowing air over you. "So fucking wet. All this for me? When I haven't even had my way with you yet?" You nod, sweat rolling down your forehead and onto your neck. "All your's. I'm all yours. It's all your's; fuck-" Your legs were shaking with anticipation, Ellie noticing - leaning down to kiss your inner thighs. She licks circles up until she hits the edge of the cotton - tugging it to the side. She pulls one of your hands down, hooking your fingers to hold it in place. "Hold your fuckin' panties to the side, if you let go - I stop making you feel good. We clear?" You nod vigorously, tightening your hold on the fabric. Ellie brought herself back down, wrapping her arms around your hips to hold you still. Her tongue dragged a soft lick from your entrance to your clit - moaning against you harshly. She circled her lips around your nerve and sucked, flicking the tip of her tongue over it at the same time. She had no mercy, like a woman starved. Every movement made your release come barreling closer. It was absolute bliss. Her mouth felt like heaven, you started to make the car shake in tandem with your legs. "Ellie, I'm gonna cum-" You manage to say, your voice cracking under pressure. She tightened her grip on your hips, rolling her mouth back over your clit - the very tip of her top teeth nipped at the skin there, a shriek rolling out of you in response. "You're," she sucks. "Not." The words came out stalled in between her different moves. "You don't get to cum until I say you do. I'm gonna leave you here desperate if you even try. Clear?" She muses, her bottom lip hitting against you as she spoke. You groaned. All you could do was groan - if she wasn't going to let you finish soon, the possibility of self combustion was incredibly likely.
"I said - are we clear? Answer me." She uses her fingers to massage gentle circles on your hips. "Come on baby, you taste so good. Don't make me stop." Her tongue, which you now realize she stuck completely out so you could see - snakes a long, wet lick up you. Your vision was blurring. You had to cum, but you also couldn't fight her if you tried. "Fuck, YES. We're clear. Please." The beg rolled off your tongue so weakly, you could see the endearment fill her eyes. She had reduced you to bare bones, nothing more than a play piece - and it made her feral. Maintaining the eye contact, she closes her lips back around your clit. There was an art to the way she hummed - she was sending vibrations through you at just the right speed, on just the right places. Your soul was going to levitate out of your being. She leans back, admiring the mess. "God, I could sit here, eating you all day. My pretty girl dripping all over my car." The hands you spent so long gawking at back in Monaco gripped you harder, she loved the way your skin indented around her fingers. "I'm gonna fuck you with my tongue - and when I do, you're going to cum all over my face." Your head bobbed in agreement - you probably would have agreed to anything in this state. "I want to hear you loud and clear. Cum for me, baby." And there she went, tongue deep inside of you - fucking you like her life depended on it. The car was bouncing at this point, the metal of the axels screeched beneath you. This car was going to race it's way through the rest of this season, and here you were - about to have the best orgasm of your life while it's racer was camped out between your legs.
"Ellie, please, Ellie - I'm coming, I'm coming- FUCK." The lace you worked so hard to keep away slips from your fingers, your hands flying up to her hair and tugging. She continued to moan, moving her tongue back up to your clit and sucking. Your legs fought to break free from her hold - but that was on you for forgetting that she's a trained athlete, and you walk around with a camera all day long. Ellie slammed your legs back down onto the car, burying her head even further between your them - if that was even possible.
"Ellie, it's too much - please." The room was going to spin here soon. You pulled on her hair, pulling and pulling again - but she didn't budge. She held you down even harder, circling your entrance again. "More. Give me one more-" It came out in a murmur, like she was afraid if she slid up to far to say it, you'd try and move her. "Ellie, fuck- FUCK." There was no way there was one more, but it seemed like she didn't care - you were coming again come hell or high water. "One. Fucking. More." And then she flipped the script on you entirely, sticking her tongue out and holding it in place, then using her solid grip on your hips to move you. 'Oh, my god' - your brain couldn't process what was happening, the pleasure was building too fast. Ellie Williams was controlling your body, making you fuck yourself against her tongue. The up and down motion made the car shrieks even louder - your strangled screaming drowned it out, though. Anyone within an ear shot of this garage would hear you.
"Come on baby, cum for me again." Another murmur, a few seconds closer to exploding. You finally manage to open your eyes, catching a glimpse of her. Even with her face so occupied, you could see how wet her jaw was. She was covered in you. That was all it took, your head collapsing back against the hood with a loud scream. Your body was convulsing, weathering it's way through another earth shattering orgasm. Ellie's tight grip on your hips loosened, and she returned to full height - standing in front of you, wiping her face off with the back of her hand. She looked like something straight out of a dream. This view of her, no matter how fleeting - was your's and your's only, even just for tonight.
It took a few moments for you to catch your breath. Ellie vanished to the other side of the garage, you weren't sure where - but you could hear the shuffling from where you still laid. You felt light, like you were floating. The release felt like it took part of you with it, but in the best way possible. It was a part you didn't want back.
You could have stayed there forever, but the rustling of metal and the slight shift of the car made your eyes fly back open. You turn, adjusting your view to look for the red head. "Ellie? Where did-" you couldn't finish your sentence, your eyes meeting her's before you could.
She was in the fucking car. Like, ass in the driver's seat.
You allow yourself to slide off the hood, with only wet, mangled underwear to cover you. Making your way around the car, you see Ellie's Red Bull jacket hung up on a hook above the tool table. You yank it off, shrugging it on your shoulders. The sight made her eyes sparkle. "You look good in my jacket, baby." You laugh, that same hip pop from your first real interaction returning against your will. "You're only saying that cause it's Bull merch." She shrugs, flexing her hands against her legs. "Maybe. Or maybe I just like seeing you in things that are mine." It was then that you realized, your eyes still shamelessly locked in on her hands, that the uniform that was hanging around her legs was gone - now only the compression shorts they wore underneath was left, the tattoos she mentioned having at the season launch press junket peaking out. You raised an eyebrow, gesturing your finger at her attire. "Do you normally strip to your skivvies when going for a drive?"
"Only when I'm expecting someone to get on my fucking lap and ride me."
Any light, joking manner you had created in the last few seconds vanished. Your eyes probably looked like they were bugging out of your head. "I beg your fucking pardon?" She wasn't as amused, the spread of her legs going just a bit wider - as far as the space would let her. "You're a smart woman, y/n. I know you heard me." Of course you did, the idea was just fucking insane.
"Ellie, how the fuck am I going to do that? Do you have any idea how small-" She raised her finger, cutting you off mid sentence. Curving it, almost into a come here motion - she gestured your body towards her. "Shut up and come sit on my fucking lap."
Silence. You knew it was a stupid idea, but every bone in your sensitive body wanted - needed - her again. You walk forward, pushing your panties down to the floor and swinging your leg over the side of the car. Ellie helps you, guiding your knee to the small ledge built into the other side. You bring your other leg in after, mimicking the same position but on the left. Your center was flush against her, she leaned her head back against the drivers seat to look into your eyes. The urge to kiss her was overwhelming, and she must have read your mind. Lip to lip, moaning softly into each others mouth. Your free hand, the other occupied by gripping the head rest behind her neck, reaches down - palming against her pants. You pause, your breathing hitching on the discovery of what was beneath. "So, does this mean you always race strapped up?" The pressure from your palm made her groan. She bucked her hips up into your grasp. "Only when I know I have a pretty little thing watching me." The thought made your head swirl. Ellie, racing her way to the front of the grid - securing her P1 position, all while packing a strap on against her fucking cunt. And she did it just for you. The thought was dizzying, it made you feel drunk on power. She wanted you just as much as you wanted her.
"You gonna ride me, or are you just gonna sit there thinking about it?" Her hands wrap around you neck, pulling you closer to her face. "Fuck yourself on my cock, and we'll consider us even."
You reach your hand under her pants, yanking the strap-on free from it's restraints. It was huge, bigger than any guy you'd been with in your day. You bet she was better at using it as well, but that was a task for another day - she put the control in your hands, you weren't wasting it.
You grip the base, rising slightly to angle it to your entrance. The tip slid in without a fight, you were still wet from what had just happened. The stretch was lethal. Good wasn't a strong enough word for how it felt. Both of your heads rocked back, the moans that followed also matched. You sank down on it, only then did you feel the vibrating piece that you were now certain was perched against her clit. The thought made you smirk, jirating your hips heavily to force it against her harder. She groaned, squeezing the hand that remained around your neck. "Fucking behave."
"Or what?" The question followed another circling of your lower half, the need to bounce up and down taking over. "You gonna punish me?"
"There are 15 races left this season, I will find a way to remind you why at every. Fucking. Stop. There won't be a country that hasn't seen your wet fucking pussy. Now, knock it off and fucking cum." The threat sounded more like a promise, one that you planned to hold her too. The bounce of your knees against the side of the car was hell, but the pain combined with the pleasure of her dick splitting you open was clouding anything else. There was no coming back from this, she's ruined you for anyone else - no one would ever be able to compare.
She hummed, sliding her hand from your neck to your chest, pulling you forward to suck on your tits once again. She lapped, using her other hand to palm whichever one she wasn't mouthing at. She was close, you could tell in the way her skin was scattered with goosebumps. You open your eyes, noticing her helmet sat atop the back bend of the car. There was no time to second guess it, you grabbed it and slid it on your head, sliding the vision glass up so she could still make eye contact with you. The moan that capped from between her teeth sounded like it came from her soul. "Fuck, my good girl wanted to wear my jacket and my helmet, huh? You just can't get enough of me?" She wraps her arms around your waist, pulling your chest flush against her's. "You're mine, huh? My car, my jacket, my helmet- my fucking girl." Praise always did it for you in the past, but this was a completely different game. You felt like you belonged to her, and now it was clear that you did. The up and down of your hips started to get weak, the orgasm you had worked to prolong was rushing forward. Ellie used her legs to bounce you both, your heavy breaths mixing together. You wanted her to finish with you, the desire to make it happen took over you - She collapsed against the seat again as you stared circling your hips against her crotch. She was just as close as you, you needed to feel it.
"Cum with me, Ellie. Please. I wanna feel it. I wanna cum all over your fucking cock." The garage, which was not built with this in mind, shook with the volume of your mixed moans. You both came, shaking the shit out of the car and the surrounding area. Ellie yanked the helmet off your head, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss. Teeth clashing against teeth, tongues circling each other. It was borderline pornographic, and you couldn't get enough.
Ellie pulled away, brushing your hair off your sweaty forehead. She placed a kiss against your palm, letting it fall against her chest - just above her heart. "You're a piece of fucking work, Ferrari." You both look like you'd fought through a war - the room reeked of sex and motor oil. The team who would come to transport the car in the morning would have quite a fucking show.
"You loved every minute of it, Bull. I don't wanna hear it." Her heartbeat was steady against your hand, you knew you needed to move - but the idea was nauseating.
"Keep the jacket. Once contracts are up in November, I want you to move to Red Bull. I won't even help, I know you'll get it without me." You smirk, leaning back against the steering wheel. "I like where I am, Ellie. And what makes you think I'll want to switch over here with you, anyways?" Her gaze softens, like if she looked away you'd be gone. "Well, seems like I have 6 months and 15 cities to convince you, don't I?" 15 more chances at nights like these was enough to keep anyone entertained. "Plus-" she adds, drawing random shapes along your legs. "A few dates along the way, my undying attention - how could you say no?"
You couldn't. Even you knew that.
"Is that a challenge?" You ask, fighting the urge to smile, but loosing.
She breaks as well - giving you what was the cutest, most toothy grin you'd ever seen. The sight made your heart flutter.
