f1 driver!reader x nerd!choso tags: nsfw, inaccurate writing ab anything f1, choso is a virgin, p in v, creampie, CAR SEX.
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cameras are following, helicopters are hovering, it was the final race of the f1 world championship. everyone was watching. you drifted around the track in your MCL38 racecar, dangerously speeding and turning the car at a perfectly timed pace. it’s hard being an f1 driver— one wrong move and you can break a couple of bones, lose a limb or two, or worse… lose your life. that didn’t stop you though, f1 driving has always been your thing since you were a kid, peddling around in those toy cars, getting fined left and right when you got your first license, and even now… when you’re putting on your gear to race the track. it’s your passion, but not many people know that you’re an f1 driver— you don’t really tell them, not much people even care about it like they used to back when you were young. it’s fine though. you’re basically living a double life. a college student during the week and a (almost) professional f1 racer on the weekends.
you exude the utmost confidence when you’re on the track, even more so when you’re being interviewed. you’re charming, funny, talented, and an out of this world typa pretty.
after the race, you park your race car in parc fermè, you’re first on the podium wearing the golden medal with the widest grin on your face. you call your cab and go home, shower, and rest. crashing onto your bed and closing your eyes, still feeling your body moving as if you’re still in the car.
what you didn’t know though.. was that choso kamo— the quiet nerd you sat next to in lab watched the whole thing on live. wide eyed, jaw slack, popcorn held halfway to his mouth. he was in his room, watching you on his laptop that’s covered with stickers of his race cars and other nerdy interest, his whole room has posters of f1 drivers, shelves of mini f1 race cars, even a signed helmet. saying he’s obsessed with the f1 races is an understatement, ask him any question he’ll answer, bring up the subject? his eyes will light up like it’s christmas. even after the races when you stood proudly on the podium, he didn’t notice it was you. “she’s so pretty… she looks familiar though.” he muttered to himself.
the next day, you walked into your lab class, pressing your lips into a tight line to hide the goofy smile that was about to break through, you’re still so happy about your flawless victory. choso was already sitting in his seat, twirling his pen in his hand, he looks up when he hears footsteps and immediately it all clicks in his head. “h-holy fuck…” he breathes. your stomach does a flip. did he really fucking notice you?? no. there’s no way… no one that you know even cares about the f1 races. “you good?” you asked coolly. “y—uh… yeah. sorry.” he cleared his throat and looked down at his page.
during class, you leaned over. “hey, i don’t get this part.” like always, he explains the answers in depth. you ask stupid questions and he answers them, stumbling over his words a little (a lot). “t-that’s how you found i mean—find the variable i mean—variant, fuck..i can’t talk.” he shakes his head, pushing up his glasses out of habit. blushing deeply as he turns back to his own book. he so desperately wanted to dig himself a hole and just curl up in it for eternity. fucking hell speak a proper sentence, choso! it’s not that hard. he internally curses himself. Every now and then he’d steal glances at you. fuck she’s so pretty… he would think. your side profile, the way your hair sits, even down to the clothes you’re wearing. he’s completely crushing on you. hard. he wants nothing more than to swarm you with questions regarding the f1 races and everything else about you but god knows he’s too shy.
the rest of the week was full of stolen glances your way, whether that be you sitting next to him in lab, leaning over just the tiniest bit to catch the scent of your perfume, walking the longer route to class just to see your gorgeous face. choso basically started to become a stalker, he went on every website imagineable that talks about you, your car, when you started, etc. all because he was too scared to just fucking ask you himself. it wasn’t like you didn’t notice him blush a deep shade of red whenever you caught his eye, it was cute. one day you were walking to class and you noticed choso down the hall, you had a bright idea. he was walking around, shoulders tense like someone’s going to punch him, looking straight down at the floor… then he sees you. “hey, choso.. right?” you looked up at him, not breaking eye contact. he averted his gaze every 2 seconds. “yeah… y-you’re [name], aren’t you? we— uh, sit next to each other.” he cringed at himself, you stifled a laugh at his adorable awkwardness. “yeah, that’s me.” he looked around for a second, gathering the courage. “a-are you… in the f1 academy?” he asks out of the blue. “and were you at the world championship a couple weeks back..?” your eyes widened in surprise. “i didn’t think you’d actually notice me!” you smile. “yeah, i was! i’m so happy you noticed.” he let out a small sigh of relief. “okay.. good. atleast i didn’t make myself look like an idiot.” he pushes up his glasses, still avoiding eye contact. “if you got any questions, just ask away.” you offered in a friendly tone. he perked up. he swarmed you with so much questions, he even forgot to go to class, so caught up in finally getting answers to the questions he’s been wanting to know. “but i also never understood how to do donuts and burnouts—“ you immediately jumped at the chance. “i can teach you.” you said, a little too fast. “you.. what?” he asks as if he’s deaf. “i can teach you. tonight, im free. i’ll pick you up and we’ll practice in my car.” he swallowed hard. “uh— sure.” his voice cracked slightly. “what’s your number?” you asked him. he grabs your phone with shaky hands before typing his number in. “there, i’ll see you at…?” he trails off, waiting for you to finish the sentence for him. “i’ll see you at eight.” he nods. “b-bye, [name].” he waves like a dork, you waved back but somehow it just didn’t look as awkward when you did it.
when he finally got home, he had a long shower, wore that one polo shirt he only saves for special occasions, reapplied the eyeliner to his waterline, hell— even sprayed the expensive perfume he never wants to waste. when it hit exactly eight o clock. his phone dinged with a message and he didn’t even have to know that it was you before bolting out the door. your car was loud, and he could hear that from before you were drove down his street. he walked up to your car that has the tinted windows. “hey, choso!” you said cheerfully. “hey.” he replied back shyly. it was super obvious he was nervous. “don’t be so tense, i’m only going to teach you how to drive.” you rubbed his shoulder soothingly, he froze. “n-no i wasn’t.. i know we’re only going to be driving, its just that—“ you cut him off from his nervous mouth diarrhoea. “it’s fine, cho’.” his heart stutters. cho’..? CHO’?? “yeah, sorry.” he mumbles. you drive to an empty field. “alright, we’re here.” you turned to face him. “you said you wanted to learn how to do donuts?” he nodded to confirm. “alright, i’ll show you. watch what i do and then you can have a turn, okay?” he nods again. you immediately took off and he gripped the door handle, the car spun round and round, and for an extra show you even did a figure 8. watching you drive was making him feel a strange sense of admiration and.. holy shit, he’s hard. the car came to a stop, he’s sitting so awkwardly so you don’t notice the obvious tent growing in his pants. “so that’s how you do it, wanna have a turn?” your eyes flicked down but you didn’t say anything. he clears his throat. “yeah. i’ll have a turn.” he gets out.
the whole time he was so hard it hurt. you taught him how to drift and spin donuts, it was fun teaching him. after a while he slowly warmed up a little, still being very shy nonetheless. but— baby steps atleast! you guys are parked in the empty field, just getting to know each other more. “you’ve never had a girlfriend?” you asked incredulously. “nah… never even had my first time or my first kiss.” he shook his head. your jaw dropped. “but you’re so cute? there’s no way you’ve NEVER kissed a girl before.” you stared at him. “thank you…” he scratched his neck, smiling shyly. “i’ll kiss you.” you piped up. his dick jerked. “y-you don’t have to! just because i’ve never kissed a girl before that doesn’t mean you need to feel pressured to—“
smoooch! you pulled him into a kiss. he panicked but melted into the kiss anyway. you kissed him slowly so he could get the hang of it, you crept over the center console onto his lap in the passenger seat and tangled your fingers in his hair. you barely even grinded on him before he gripped your hips tightly and groaned shakily against your neck. “choso?” he buried his face in your neck. you looked down and saw a sad wet patch on his crotch. poor choso just creamed his pants! “did you just—“ he nods. “i’m so sorry..” you grinned deviously. he just kept babbling apologies over and over. until you pulled the leaver that pushes the chair down until he was practically laying down. “[n-name]..?” he asks. you pressed small kisses to his neck. “you’re a virgin right?” your voice drops to a whisper. “that’ll change.” he felt his cock start to spring back up already. his shirt was rode up a little bit, revealing his dark happy trail. your mouth and pussy watered. “take off your shirt f’me, cho’.” he fumbled with his shirt, throwing it into the backseat. you eagerly pushed down his pants to free his half hard cock. it was perfect. huge. thick. his tip was the cutest shade of pink you’ve ever seen on a guy, and it was leaking furiously. he hisses at it hits the cold air. “mmmngh..” he whined. you giggled. “i havent even touched you yet.” you could see his adam’s apple bounce with every nervous breath and swallow. “s-sorry..” you slowly pumped his shaft a couple of times in your hand, his hips bucked and he was biting his lip hard so he doesn’t make anymore embarrassing sounds. the windows were slowly starting to fog up. “it’s okay..” you rubbed his thigh with your other hand, unknowingly making it harder for him not to cum again. “be as loud as you want, no one’s gonna hear us.” you reassured him, with those comforting words— you sped up your pace. twisting your hand over the tip and even running your thumb over the slit. his mouth hangs open. “hnnngh!! s-shit.. feels g-good.. it feels so much better than my hand.” he stammered, fucking into your fist. “g-gonna cum again!” he whimpers loudly, abs tensing before moving your hand off completely. he threw his head back against the head restraint, whining pathetically. “just be patient, cho’.” you soothed. you took your time taking off your clothes, leaving him growing increasingly needy by the second. when you finally removed your panties and bra, he felt tears sting at his eyes. he could not believe this was happening. the girl of his dreams was about to fuck him!? you teasingly ran your fingers from his chest down his happy trail, making him shiver. “you ready?” you whispered in his ear, nipping at the ear lobe. he nods eagerly. “f-fuck— yeah, i’m ready.”
you giggled softly. you positioned his thick tip with your entrance, lowering yourself very gently. the stretch was nothing like you’d ever felt before. your eyes rolling back each time you sunk down another inch. choso stopped caring about being quiet a long time ago, babbling nonsense with tears streaming down his face. you finally bottomed out, panting softly. whilst choso was twitching, fighting the urge not to cum. “feels.. s’warm a-and tight.” he whimpered desperately. you gave him a couple of seconds to adjust to this new sensation, and then you began to rock your hips back and forth. his eyes roll to the back of his head. “n-ngh! fuckkk.” his voice breaks off into a moan. you sped up your pace until the car was rocking slightly. “c-can i..?” he holds his hands over your breasts, looking at you with those big brown eyes for permission. you nod. “yeah. you can, baby.” you breathed, moaning softly as you felt your own high approaching. “t-thank you so much— fuuuuckk… thankyouthankyouthankyou.”choso squeezes your tits, gawking how they’re basically spilling out from his hand, how squishy they feel. he runs his hand over your nipples making you gasp. he kept rubbing his thumb over the hardened peak. choso was growing dangerously close to cumming again, his hips fucking up into you at an erratic pace.
“mmmnghh.. shitshitshit!” you gasp. your hands are everywhere you could put them, around his neck, through his hair, on his chest. the windows were completely translucent from the inside now, his glasses would fog up with each other. the car freshener is doing nothing to hide the strong smell of sex filling the cramped space. “‘m gonna.. ‘m gonna cum!” his voice pitching up slightly. “i can cum inside, right? can i cum inside? please?” he pleads. “that was already the plan, cho’.” his hips stuttered once— twice— before cumming harder than he had ever done in his life. his body jerked and twitched as he came, he was practically gasping for air. “how d’ya feel?” you asked softly. “not much of a virgin anymore.” you teased lightly. he huffed a shaky laugh. “n-no.. not anymore.” he shook his head.
“you said you never had a girlfriend before, right?”
