summary: You and Daniel had split and you had returned home with your 18 month old son. You agree to attend a race so your son can spend some time with him, what happens when you finally spend time with him alone?
wc: 4,231
an: this has been sitting in my drafts for months, I finally got a little motivation to finish it. Let me know your thoughts?
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You were so exhausted. The break down of your relationship, the pressure of moving halfway across the world as a now single parent with your 18 month old son.
Daniel was clearly unaware of how difficult it could be to stop a woman from doing what she wanted to, once something he adored. You made it clear when it blew up that as now not being in a relationship, you no longer would stay in Monaco.
"You cant fucking take him from me Y/N." He screamed at you over the kitchen island.
You had placed both hands onto the island, staring the older Australian straight into his hazel eyes. "I am not taking him from you. You can have him whenever you want, whenever you fucking want. We aren't together, and I came here for you."
You sighed, moving your eyes to follow your son, a sad feeling in your stomach as you remembered one of the last times you were last with him. You thought about him all the time, but it didn't help he would facetime you at any free time Louie would be away, and text you at any chance he could to check on Louie.
Your attention went to your vibrating phone, as you picked it up viewing the picture of Daniel and a mirror copy of him, swiping the phone to answer the incoming call.
"Louie, here's daddy." You smiled, turning the phone to the young boy who came running and waving to the phone. You let out a grunt as he jumped into your lap.
"Hi daddy." He giggled.
"Hi buddy. I hope your being good for mummy." He smiled through the phone. "What have you been doing today?"
"I'm just going to clean up his lunch. Here Lou." You told Daniel, handing the phone to Louie. You spent a few minutes cleaning away his plate and cup, listening to your son and ex lover talk away amongst themselves before returning next to Louie.
You were positioned onto your side, continuing to listen to them until Louie threw the phone down onto you before running away to play with some toy he had clocked at the side of the room.
"That's me bumped off now." Daniel laughed slightly as he seen your face on his screen.
You smiled slightly, "Well and truly."
"I meant to text you yesterday but was racing. I wanted to ask you if it was okay to see Louie. This week its Silverstone, or if your fine with going to Italy." He spoke to you, the one of few conversation you shared over the past few months apart. After you remained silent for a few seconds, he continued, "If your able to take time off."
"I have a few videos filmed, I could edit while there if needed." You spoke, having being full time on Instagram, doing management on the side. "Are you going to sort flights etc? I don't know where to go."
"If your fine with staying in my apartment, I will get you flights etc. If not, I can book hotel close to the track."
"We can stay at your apartment. Gives Louie the most time with you." You responded. His smile was as beautiful as always, and it was times like this you wished you were still a happy family.
"Thank you." He smiled, before you heard his name being called and he stood up, "Ill get that sorted and text you with the details."
"Good. Louie, say bye to daddy." You shouted to the tot, who waved to the phone.
"Bye daddy." He spoke, before you gave him a small wave and the call ended.
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You spent the past week or so, keeping up to date with Daniel about flight times and holiday plans that he suggested. The weekend was coming closer and closer, and you weren’t sure if time was going fast or slow.
You had packed up a suitcase for the both of you, enough outfits for you both for any occasion. Daniel liked an expensive dinner and knew you would most likely eat out, as a ‘family’.
Now being fastened into your plane seat, Louie positioned next to you in first class, much to your disagreement with Daniel, he wasn’t keen on budging. “Can you see out the window darling?” You asked the young boy, as he touched the window with his grubby fingers that had just previously been eating cheese puffs. The boy ate like his dad.
The flight from your home country to Italy was barely a few hours, and before you knew it you were landed and awaiting to get off the plane. Once you stepped off, feeling that gorgeous heat, while holding Louie’s hand attempting to keep him close as well as wheeling out suitcase along.
"Are you excited to see Daddy?" You say to the youngster holding your hand, as you walked through the doors separating the landing passengers to the arrival area. "Look, there he is." You smiled watching as you watched Louie run into Daniel's arms.
"Look at you." Daniel beamed, lifting Louie up and spinning him around. You had a small smile, a slight sad feeling in your heart. He smiled at you, but all you wanted was to feel his touch again.
"How was the flight?" He asked, taking the suitcase from your grasp.
"Went quick. He was great."
"Were you a good on the flight? You are a clever boy." Daniel spoke to his son who he was still carrying as they walked towards a flashy rented car that Daniel had. Fastening Louie into the car seat that was already there, before he joined you in the front seats.
The journey to his apartment was quick but quiet, even Louie barely making any noises.
Once you had got settled, you spent some time unpacking your suitcase while Daniel spent time with Louie, them both talking and giggling away on the bed.
Once you had finished, you joined them on the bed, "Are you hungry baby?"
"Always." Daniel let out a laugh, knowing full well it wasn't directed to him.
"Funny." You sent him a sarcastic face as he chucked at himself.
"Do you want to go for lunch?" He asks, looking straight towards you. You nodded in response.
"When do you have qualifying?" You asked, picking Louie to put his shoes on.
"I need to be there at 3, so one or so hours but you can come. Everyone has asked where you've been." He almost looked sad as he trailed off.
"I'm sure Louie will love to see.. Lando" You smile, lifting the youngster up. "Wont you?"
"Lando." Louie repeated as you put him onto his feet. The three of you walked down the main street near to his apartment.
"What do you fancy?" He asked, you both hold hands with Louie.
"Anything. You can choose."
Daniel suggested a small cafe on the corner. It was a cute and small place, but more importantly child friendly. You had ordered plate of fruit and a small sandwich for Louie, and a baguette for yourself.
"This feels so so strange." You think out loud, Daniel gives you a small smile.
"I know. This is nice though." He admits, leaning himself back into the chair.
"You've spoken about Daddy every day, haven't you?" You direct to Louie who giggles with a piece of banana in his mouth. "Its been hard."
"Yeah it has been, but you've been with him." He responded.
"I meant it's hard without you." You were nearly whispering, wanting the ground to shallow you up at the thought of you being vulnerable.
Daniels face softened as he heard you had said. He didn't quite know what to respond. Thankfully out came both your meals come out saving the conversation.
"This is really good."
"Lovely, eh." Daniel smiles. "Is it good?" He asked Louie, who giggled attempting to give Daniel a piece of fruit. "You eat it Lou."
You smiled at Louie while Daniel went to pay. You waited outside for Daniel. As he approached fiddling with his wallet, " Are you driving with me to the track?"
"Yeah of course. Have you to go now?" You ask, picking up a moaning Louie.
"Yeah."
"Lets go then." You spoke, taking the lead back to his apartment. It was only a few minutes walk thankfully.
You placed Louie into the car getting into the passenger seat before Daniel drove off to the track.
The sound of the paparazzi cameras clicking away as you stepped out of the car with Daniel. It was the first time you have been seen together for over two months. You took Louie into your arms before passing him to Daniels.
"This it more awkward than before." You said to Daniel.
"Can't wait until my interviews." Daniel laughed slightly and you returned with a chuckle.
"I have no idea what to say to people when they ask." You replied.
"I have attempted to avoid any interviews when they ask about you." Daniel admits, "I have no idea what to say."
As soon as you entered the paddock, you knew all eyes would be on you both. You could already picture the TV commentating on you appearing by his side, however always mentioning you weren't wearing any Danny Ric or McLaren merch.
"I should have got you one of the McLaren tops." Daniel spoke as if he could read your mind. He placed Louie down when we entered the McLaren building.
"You alright? I would rather wear RedBull right now." You chuckled, attempting to annoy him as much as possible. You wore a black body suit with light denim jeans and a large oversized shirt, it was a contrast to you previous you didn't wear anything without Daniel's name on it.
"You hate RedBull." He motioned to his heart, mimicking to you hurting his heart.
"I may wear some tomorrow." You suggested.
Daniel raised his eyebrows, "Danny Ric or RedBull?"
"RedBull." You teased. Just as Lando ran up, taking Louie into his arms, chatting away to him. One of the many great things that come with attending F1, you always had someone to distract Louie. He rarely was a pain when here.
"I need to get into my suit, you can stay here or go to the paddock. Up to you." He smiled, before walking away and leaving you standing with Lando.
"He misses you, you know?" Lando said, taking a seat on one of the many sofas.
"He was the one who pushed me away." You argued.
Lando shrugged, "No one expected you guys to end, I don't even think he expected it. And you moved halfway around the world with his son."
"Our son, Lando. We haven't spoke about what happened yet. I have never said I don't love him, or I wouldn't get back together."
"You two really just need to sit down and talk. Think about Lou." He added, looking down at the boy on his lap.
"Have you said anything to him?"
"Yep. I actually suggested for you to come to Silverstone." Lando said, quite proudly. You laughed at him as Daniel caught your eye.
He looked in such good shape, his overalls resting on his hips. His undershirt clung to his ripped torso. You had to mentally compose yourself, as your mouth opened wide.
Daniel in his usual environment, he had such a personality that people tried to cling to. Honestly you couldn't blame them. Lando looked at you smugly as Daniel approached.
Race day arrived and you had been stopped by every person you passed in the McLaren garage, even catching up with Michael. He was certainly pleased to see you and Louie here, seeing Daniel struggling with the split as well as not seeing his son had definitely taken its toll on the Australian.
The race was exciting, the whole garage cheering as Daniel started pretty high up in the rankings and when Max and Lewis took each other out, everyone was ecstatic as you watched Daniel stroll his way into P1.
"Daddy is winning, Lou." You cheer, watching the young boy dance with one of the engineers that was entertaining him.
Your heart was in your mouth as you couldn't wipe the smile off your face, despite being separated you were beyond proud and happy for him. You knew how much this meant to him, for him to be back on that pole position after so long from his last win with Renault and what he went through with Red Bull.
The last lap he was going for the fastest lap, and he was pretty much guaranteed the win. You had Louie in your arms as you both eyes were fixated on the screen, the camera's catching you celebrate and cheer as the team begins to run out to the barriers, celebrating the 1 - 2 to McLaren for the first race win for years.
You were beyond proud of Daniel, and you were so glad you came with Louie. You knew Daniel would be so glad he could celebrate with his son. You held Louie in your arms as you walked towards the podium, watching his daddy from below, drinking a shoey that at 18 months, he knew.
Daniel was beaming with pride as he celebrated on the podium with Lando, Valtteri and team boss, Zak. He pointed to you both as he stood on the railings. You couldn't wipe your smile from your face.
After the celebrations on the podium, you went back to the McLaren garage with Louie, allowing him to run around and play with some of the engineers while Daniel did media. When he finally turned up, he instantly scooped Louie up into his arms, the smiles on their faces were huuge!
"I am so proud of you, Danny." You had to tell him. You weren't on the best terms but you couldn't deny you still loved him, you loved him as Daniel but also the father of your son.
He pulled you into his sweaty body, his free arm wrapping around your waist while you slide yours round his back. "Thank you so much for being here. It meant a lot."
"I'm very happy we came." You smile, your faces were barely centimetres apart as you both spoke to Louie.
"I think Mummy and Daddy will be going out to celebrate tonight Lou Lou," Daniel told the young boy, who giggled, not really understanding what he was being told.
"Will we?" You asked, "Who will watch him?"
"Sarah, she had already offered when I told her you would be coming today. It just so happened, I fucking won." He chuckled.
"Well, good job I brought a nice dress."
"It would look better on the floor." He smirked.
"Daniel Ricciardo." You warn, a smile to your lips as you try to act serious. Daniel chuckled while still holding Louie, picking up his bag and leading you to his drivers room for him to change and shower. You entertain Louie by handing him Daniel's phone to watch YouTube, while you and Daniel chat away. Avoiding the conversation that you both wanted to have.
Daniel was quick, wanting to get back to the hotel as quickly as possible. The paparazzi was snapping away as you walked to the car, strapping in Louie and getting in yourself.
"I've always liked Italy," You think out loud to Daniel. He nods, watching the scenery pass him as he gets closer to the hotel.
"I like it even more now." He tells you, you could tell his eyes were lingering on your hand that was placed upon your thigh, the urge to hold it was overwhelming but he didn't want to misread how you two could be heading towards.
There was little to no doubt in his head that it would always be you, no one would come close to how he felt about you. How you were with Louie, how you supported him in no matter what he did, even now, when you are no longer together, you were proud of him and you always told him.
You put Louie to play in the living room as Daniel watched him, facetiming his parents to celebrate and speak to Lou while you showered and dried your hair. Daniel was getting Louie changed when you came back through to the living room, still on facetime with his mum.
"Hello." You smile and wave as you came into frame, "How are you?"
You hadn't seen her in awhile, you loved his mum. She was a great woman, always took your side and made you feel included in every family event that was planned, even after you and Daniel finished.
"I'm good, how are you guys celebrating tonight?" She asked, as you took the seat next to Daniel, helping him with the struggling Louie who did not want to get his nappy changed.
"We will be going out to parteee!" Daniel chuckled, "Sarah is watching Lou so it may be a messy one."
"Oh lovely, behave yourselves. I'll let you both get ready then, enjoy. Love you both."
You say your goodbyes as you quickly make some supper for Louie after Daniel finally managed to get his nappy changed and into his pyjamas, handling his bottle and letting him cuddle into Daniel as he watched tv.
Both of you had decided to get him sorted and ready for bed for Sarah coming before you both got ready. Sarah arrived a little over 15 minutes later, his eyes barely staying open with the bottle still attached to his lips.
"See you tomorrow, love you." You say, handing him and his overnight bag over to Sarah. You both give him a kiss before waving them off as Sarah was a floor up.
The air shifted as Louie was no longer with you, the awkwardness of no longer being together but desperately wanting to was overwhelming as you told him you were going to start getting ready, Daniel nodded, "I'm just going in the shower as well."
You did your makeup, curled your hair and slipped into a black tight fitted dress with gorgeous black heels that made your legs look like a supermodels. Daniel was ironing his crisp white shirt, topless as you watched him in the mirror. You're fucking him with your eyes.
"Stop looking at me like that or we wont make it out." He spoke deeply. The dimly lit room was just adding to the intense. You spray yourself with expensive perfume with a smirk, twirling in your seat to face him.
You watched Daniel's eyes scan over your body, licking your lips while he shakes his head. "Are you nearly ready?"
"Yes." He responded, slipping into his shirt and buttoning it up. He sprayed his aftershave, the one that he knew got you weak at the knees. You stood up, picking up your clutch and making your way out of the hotel together and into a taxi.
The ride was silent as you pull up to the busy club. He slipped his hand into yours as you entered, not wanting you to be separated from him. It took you by surprise, but you let your fingers wrap around his. "Stay close to me." He whispered as you got to the area where most of the McLaren team were along with a few other teams and drivers.
You nod before you're seated and talking with Michael. Daniel couldn't take his eyes off you, every time you looked over to him his eyes were already staring as any man approached you. You're hiding your smirk as you sip on your red wine.
The night goes on as everyone has been dancing and now very drunk. You are still giving Daniel the eyes, which is very much returned every time you catch his gaze. He was then sitting beside you on the sofa, sliding his body close to yours.
"Daniel." You smile.
"y/n." The way your name rolled off his tongue made your heat tingle.
"Can't keep your eyes off me, can you?"
He smiled, his usual smile. "I can't help but thank myself for making you my baby mum."
You laughed, "Is this how you flirt with me now?"
"Yes. I don't know how to tell you how I feel." He turned his face to you so you are now looking face to face with one another.
"Tell me." You whisper.
"I love you." He said, "I love you more than anyone else in this world, I don't want anyone else. I just want you and Lou."
You couldn't wipe the smile from your face, how did he make you so happy after all these years. "I love you." You confirm.
His eyes glinted in the light while he placed his hand against your cheek, applying light pressure to pull your face to his. As soon as your lips touch, the feeling in your stomach was like fireworks were exploding.
Your lips dance with each other until you physically could not take it any longer. The pounding in your dripping pussy was too much to ignore. "I want to go home."
"Why?" Daniel questioned, thinking he had done something wrong.
"I can't go any longer without fucking you." You whisper into his ear. The smirk appearing almost instantly as he slipped his hand into yours, pulling you off the seat and somehow managing to get out of the club with no one you were with seeing you.
The taxi ride was intense, you were silent as you spent the few minutes to get back to the apartment. The tight grip Daniel had on your upper thigh made it almost impossible to concentrate on anything other than that.
You two stumbled through the front door, slipping your heels off with each step you took towards the bedroom. Daniel following closely behind before each of your attentions turns to each other. You grip at his belt, unbuckling and letting them drop. His hands attach to the straps of your dress, pulling your arms free as you stumble backwards to the bed.
Daniel's breathing flutters as your hand lingers over his erect length. He pushed you back onto the crisp white sheets, giggling as you lay naked under his gaze. He kneels on to the bed taking the sight of you, naked and waiting for him again was something he wanted since you landed in Italy.
His hands run up your sides, placing wet sloppy kisses against your skin. He nibbles lightly on your skin on your boobs and up towards your neck, before settling for your plump lips. He positions himself in between your parted legs, slipping a hand down to fumble with your thongs, pulling them off one leg while his fingers instantly reattach with your clit. His thumb stimulates the sensitive nub as his fingers run up and down your slit.
Your moans fill the room as he turns his attention to push his fingers in and out of you. Your struggling to keep yourself squirming underneath him. "Danny." You moan.
"There it is." He smirked, continuing to flicker against your clit. You hadn't called him Danny since you were on good terms. You previously had only called him Daniel when you were speaking to any press or in formal and serious situations.
"Say it."
"Fuck me."
"Good girl." He smirks, pulling his fingers off you and lining himself up with you. He watches your face, moan escaping your lips as he enters you fully. It had been a few months since you last had sex, him being the last person to touch you intimately. You were naturally that big tighter as he let out a string of moans as he pushed himself slowly into you.
The long strides he was hitting you at were mind blowing. Your eyes rolling as you gripped onto his tattooed thigh. "Ah fuck... fuck, fuck, fuck Dan."
"Keep going, I'm close." You mutter, allowing him to push your legs back, pinning them against the sheets as he continues to fuck you at an intense pace. His breathing started to falter, meaning he was close to coming.
"Cum baby." You manage to instruct. His eyes go dark with lust as he hears your words, letting himself as your walls clench around him. He lets his body untense as you feel the hot liquid drip down the inside of your thighs.
He lets your legs gently fall back onto the bed, allowing you to get up and waddle to the bathroom. He watched you as you manoeuvre around the room and getting back into bed. You take your space next to Daniel who instantly puts his arm around your shoulders, placing your head up on his chest. "What are you thinking about?"
"How much I love you." He answered, placing a kiss onto your forehead as the smile takes over your face.
"I love you." You tell him, turning to look at him.
"I would like you to come back home." He whispered.
"We will come home." You reassure him, placing a kiss upon his lips. Sealing the deal of your conversation. "Don't worry."
"I can't wait to see Louie now, being a family again."
"We will always be a family Danny, weather you like it or not." He smiled, a genuine one. One you haven't seen for a few months, he was back. He was Monza's winner and he got his girl and his baby boy back again. Nothing was stopping him.
Prove It & The Girls Info: One part will be at least 3,000 words. As I’m a college student and I work, I don’t know when updates will be or how frequently they will be. I’m hoping I will be able to update once a week or every other week.
summary: You and Pierre are secretly talking but no moves have been made yet, will that change when you all go on a nightout?
warnings: oral, sex, just smut smut smut.
wc: 3,088.
an: not proofread :) clearly in a pierre fantasy right now *heart eyes*
Don’t start something you can't finish.
You smirk as you read the message as it came through, rolling your eyes at his usual cockiness. You were already drunk, having downed many shots and having many drinks handed to you by Max. You were fucked and the night had barely started.
Max was your best friend since you joined the Red Bull team, as his Media Coach, eight months ago. You both got on so well he introduced you to all his friends, and this was when you met THE Pierre Gasly. You both had each other wrapped completely around each other's finger, yet no one else had a clue. Not one move had been made from either of you yet, but the tension was constantly building with the touching and flirting when no one was watching. People just thought you pair were really friendly.
Don’t underestimate me darling
You know where I am.
You responded, watching as he read the message instantly before slipping your phone into your clutch before turning your attention back to Charles who was speaking to the group before you. You were with the girlfriends of Max, Charles and Alex as you often were on nights out. Every single person in your group was on the same level of drunk as you. You knew he would be here soon, having spent some time with Lando, Yuki and a few others at another club.
The club was packed. A lot more than usual as it was race weekend in two days, you all shouldn’t really be out but last-minute plans were always the best types of plans. Max was dragging you off your chair along with Kelly and Alex, while you managed to grab Charles so he could join you four on the dance floor. You continued to scream the words as Lilly joined you with Charlotte, swaying your hips as the music and drink told you to. Then there were hands placed on your waist, holding you as you continued to sway. Turning your head to find your bum was pressed perfectly against the Frenchman. Not one of the group paid the slightest bit of attention to you both, as you grind against him discretely.
“If you continue that for much longer, you'll be in my bedroom.” He leaned down to whisper in your ear, causing you to smirk at his words. The dance floor was so busy now that you had separated slightly from the other dancers in your group.
Pierre twisted you round so you were now facing him, his hands finding the same place they were seconds before, pulling your chest against his. Your arms instantly wrap around his neck as his face is inches from yours.
“Maybe that’s my plan.” You say. The look on his face was enough to make you drop to your knees there and then. He smirked, throwing his head back.
“You’ve wanted that for months,” He spoke deeply, the heat growing in between your legs were pounding. The overwhelming feeling of wanting him this bad, combined with the alcohol.
“And you haven't?”
“I didn’t say I didn’t. I just wanted you to say it,” He pressed his head against your forehead. Your breath caught in your throat when his hands begin to apply extra pressure, pulling your body into his. He leans further in, attaching your lips to his.
Your hands fall to the side of his face as your kiss continues to deepen. His hand travels that little bit lower, grabbing your bum as you nibble at his lip softly. “Fuck, come on. We’re going back.” He told you, pulling away while grabbing your hand as you follow him out of the club.
You both were staying in the same hotel, but the thought of you two getting caught didn’t even cross either of your minds. You both get into the lift, bodies attached as you lean against each other for support. The lift dings and you both pile out and to the door Pierre stops at, clicking his keycard, opening the door and dragging you in by the hand.
The door barely closed before your pressed against it, Pierre has his hands positioned on your face, lips straight on yours. Your tongues are in a battle together as he pulls you by the face towards the bedroom. Both pairs of hands roaming each other's bodies, slipping out of each other's clothes before you reached the bed. You pushed him back onto the bed, him now down to only his boxers. You begin to move your way closer, leaning down onto his knees before getting onto yours. You continue to look straight into his eyes as you watch his chest rapidly raise then fall as you run your hand over the fabric of his boxers. You pull the piece of fabric down as you watch his hard dick spring from the waistband before taking it into your hands. He exhaled deeply as he helped you by moving and holding your hair out of your face as you licked from balls to the tip as you swirl your tongue around the top.
“Fuck babe.” He breathed, giving you the ammunition to wrap your mouth fully around him. You let him hit the back of your throat as he throws his head back with pleasure, as you let it hit again and again. “Y/n, fucking hell.”
The satisfaction you were getting from his breathless moans were making you wetter and wetter by the minute. He suddenly pulls you from under your arms onto the bed, landing a sloppy kiss upon your lips before switching your positions. He pulls your thongs from your legs, running his fingers through your slit before attaching his mouth to your already dripping pussy.
You gasp as he flicks his tongue rapidly to please you, running pressure against your clit as you squirm underneath him. “Ah fuck, Pierre.”
“Please, just fuck me.” You manage to say. His face lights up, now standing and pushing you back, further onto the bed. He pins your legs back, lining himself up with your opening. The eye contact was intense as you watched each other exhale and moan with pleasure.
“You are so fucking hot.” He breathed, continuing to pound in and out of you at such a rapid pace. Your eyes glued shut as you came, your body tensing under his touch.
He brings himself down, touching chest to chest as he places a kiss upon your neck, leaving soft nibbles ever few kisses, “I have wanted this for so long.” You whispered. His lips quickly found yours, whispering back, “Me too babe.”
The alcohol toxins still floating around in your bodies. He runs his fingers against your clit as he pounds in and out, your telling him, “I’m so close, Pierre.”
“Come for me, mon amour.” He instructs. Your hips attempt to buck as he puts weight on your torso, making you take his full length as he slides in and out. Unable to actually control his own self as he lets out that final moan, the warm liquid slowly dripping from you signalising he’s has also came.
He collapsed to the left of you, pulling you into his arms as your rapid breathing begins to steady. “That won’t be the last of that, let me tell you.” He spoke, placing a kiss upon your forehead as you turned to face him.
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Your pounding headache fogs your head, making it almost impossible to forget the night spent with Pierre. Who thought it would be a good idea to go this hard? Especially with only a day to recover. You had yet to, head and stomach still feeling like the inside of a washing machine.
You approach the paddock gates, it was practice day and the place had picked up since the start of the week. “How are you feeling?” You hear Max ask from behind you, just as you tap your pass. “Where did you disappear to, huh?”
You roll your eyes as you walk down the paddock together. “I am not good, I’m not seventeen anymore.”
“I’m older than you, how do you think I feel?” He chuckles, bursting in another fit of laughter as he notices Charles doubled over in pain and Carlos in laughter.
“What the fuck is wrong?” You ask as you get close to them.
“I am never drinking with you lot again!” He screams, finally standing up. “I have never been so sick in my life.”
“I take no responsibility.” Max defends himself.
You scoff, “Are you joking? I didn’t even get to finish a drink before you were putting another one in my hands.”
Your words earn a laugh from everyone, Carlos holding the door to the FIA buildings main doors where there was a morning meeting scheduled for everyone. You’re all directed into the large hall where they regularly held their morning meeting, this was just now not televised.
As you entered, Pierre just so happened to be standing just to the left. Also with Lando and Yuki but your attention didn’t span that far. Carlos just so happened to say, “Where did you end up? You just disappeared.”
Your eyes instantly lock with Pierre’s before farting away, avoiding anyone clicking on to what actually happened.
Max interrupted before you could answer, “I already asked bro, she ignored me.”
“I was drinking heavily, I went home.”
“Yeah yeah.” Carlos chuckled.
You join Charles in leaning against the back wall. His head against the wall, yours on his shoulder. “I can’t remember anything.” He said.
“I can remember everything.” Pierre informed you all, but you understood the underlying meaning. He wanted you to know, he remembered fucking you. He remembered you screaming his name.
He locked your eyes as you decided to speak, “I can too.” He couldn’t even attempt to hide his smirk. And you couldn’t be more thankful for Charles having his eyes closed and the FIA’s head people entering the room.
After the meeting, you join Max and Checo to walk to the Red Bull building. They’re having their usual chit chat while you stay silent, wanting to divert any possible attention about the night with Pierre from the two people that would probably know you best.
Checo then parts ways, moving to his side of the garage before testing started.
“Where did you go on Wednesday?” Max asked, a rather curious tone in his voice. “I know you didn’t go home, I knocked your door when Kelly and I got back to make sure you were okay.”
“I must have been sleeping then.”
“I think you’re lying.”
You couldn’t keep a straight face.
“Where did you go?” He chuckles, “Did you fuck someone?”
“Jesus Max.”
“Can I guess?” He asks as we get to his usual spot to put on his helmet. You stay quiet but nod, allowing him to take a guess.
Without a thought he says, “Pierre.”
Your face falls, mouth open in disbelief. “How did you-“
“I fucking knew it. I’ve known for a while you dick. Trying to hide things from me, thought I was your best friend Y/n.”
“What do you mean?” You ask, taking his drinking cup and taking a sip while he gets his balaclava on.
“You flirt constantly, I’ve seen you before together. You think your so secretive. Your lucky i’m the only one who remembers the night out,” Max explained, helmet now in his hands.
“Well… shit.” You exhale, passing him his straw so he can take a sip before putting on his helmet.
“I can’t believe you fucked Pierre Gasly.”
“Will you fucking shut up?” You muttered, snapping his visor down before he says any more. He opened it again, and you could tell from his eyes he was in fits of laughter.
“Max, ready for practice. Time to get in the car.” You hear GP, thankfully interrupt your conversation.
Practice one was over, and the tv and media outlets went to cover formula two meaning the period was spent talking improvements and thoughts on the car, strategic ways to get the very maximum out of the tyres and more importantly meeting up with Pierre.
Your phone had already alerted you to a message:
Meet me at my drivers room x
Oh fuck. Your stomach filled as you read it. Trying to avoid any emotion to show on your face to Max, who was just now getting out his car.
“What?” He questioned.
“Nothing. I was just thinking about what I should have to eat.” You quickly answer, hoping it would pass as being the truth.
“Surprised your not away already.” He stated, beginning to un clip his helmet.
“I know. You don’t want anything, no?”
“For you to tell Pierre how you actually feel? No, nothing.”
You walk backwards, sticking the middle finger at the Dutchman that smirked before you, then turning in the direction of Pierre’s driver room.
The secret knock you had discussed previously signalises you’re at the door, it being opened almost instantly and into the dimmed room. The blinds were already fully tilted and he was already stripping, wearing only half his driver suit and fire proofs.
It took you a second to collect your thoughts as your eyes scanned over the body that had you weak at the knees two days prior. He remained quiet for a few more seconds than normal, throwing off your thoughts completely.
“I think we need to talk.” He finally said. He was standing still in front of you. Your heart was beating a bit more than usual in this moment, you had little to no idea what he was going to say. I mean, you agreed you needed to talk. You had sex, but this wasn’t how you expected him to act.
“Yep. Are you okay? You’re freaking me out.”
He nodded quickly, his face relaxing as he positioned his hands out to comfort you. “No I don’t mean to scare you.”
“I agree, we need to talk.”
He takes a step forward, your bodies almost as close as before. He took your hands into his before he took a deep breathe. “You’re really starting to freak me out.””
“I’m so fucking in love with you.” He spoke, frustration filling his voice as he looked deeply into your eyes. He said it.
You stayed quiet for probably longer than he was expecting. In fact, I don’t think he knew what he was expecting but it wasn’t this. Instead you smile before cupping his face and smashing a kiss onto his lips. A true, meaningful, loving kiss.
“I’m in love with you.” You whisper.
He continues to kiss you, his hands running up and down the side of your ribs. “I’ve wanted to tell you that for months.”
“Believe me. I could have told you that when I met you.” You smirk.
You pull back, pulling him towards you and pushing him back onto the couch. Your hands run down his stomach as his breathing gets heavier. “Babe.”
His voice heavy as he helps you pull down his boxers, his dick was already solid as it springs out. You take it into your hand, licking from ball to tip, the eye contact did not break once.
You make sure your tongue traces the whole length before taking him fully into your mouth. Pierre lifts your hair, bunching it in his hands as you gargle when he hits the back of your throat.
He exhaled deeply, letting his head fall onto the backrest of the sofa he sat on. “Aw, Y/n.”
You hold it in position at the back of your throat u til it’s impossible for you to breathe, and putting it back in again. “You’re going to make me cum.”
You pull yourself off, saliva surrounding your mouth as you smirk, “Good.” While you continue to pump your hand on his length. You slide him in your mouth again, sucking extra upon the tip knowing he would come.
And like clockwork, his body tensed and you felt the warm load hit your throat. Instantly standing up and spitting it out in his small bathroom.
When you returned to the couch, he was still in the same position. Head back on the backrest, hands raised upon his head as he steadied his breathing.
“That was something else.” He finally spoke, standing to sort himself out before Practice two.
“You can thank me later.” You tell him, taking a seat as you wait. “Max knows about us.”
His eyes go wide as he freezes holding his fire proof top just as he was about to slip it on. “What do you mean?”
“He guessed. He said he knew all along.”
He’s laughing now, “You’re joking?”
“No.” You chuckle, “I told him to keep it quiet.”
“What do you want to do about us?” He asks after a few seconds of silence. He had got back into his suit, now nearly ready to leave for Practice two.
“It’s up to yourself. We don’t need to hide it but we don’t need to force it out there, whatever you think?”
He nods, a smile upon his face. “I can’t believe it’s taken this long to get here.” He held his hand out to you to pull you off his couch, opening the door for you to walk back up the paddock with him.
It wouldn’t be a crime to see a Red Bull colleague with Alpha Tauri driver, especially since most of the fans that followed either Max and Pierre knew you were all friends outside of F1. You walked side by side down the paddock, “I want to laugh.” He spoke quietly to you, “Do these people know you were sucking my dick two minutes ago?”
You turn to him, eyes wide as your beginning to laugh. “Pierre!” You exclaim. He began to properly laugh now, as you came to the Alpha garage.
“I want to kiss you but maybe wouldn’t be the best idea yet.” He said, his hand resting upon your waist as you look up to him.
“You’ve never had good ideas though, have you?” He laughs at your words, pulling you ever so slightly into the entrance so you both were out of the sight of any people passing by. He planted a few kisses onto your lips, before you chuckled at his actions. “Good luck for Practice, dickhead.”
You blew him a kiss then you backed out of the garage and back up to the Red Bull garage.
summery: you attend a race on a date and somehow managed to bump into a holiday fling.
warnings: pierre gasly, smut, cheating (not really tbh)
note: not proofread.
wc: 3,320
*imagine him looking at you with another man like this!*
“Hello.” You smile as you answer the call that disturbed your Netflix binge.
“Hello, I have something to ask you.” The voice of the man you had been dating over the past few weeks. It was going well but you weren't sure if you were 100% into it.
“What is it?”
“I have been invited to the Monaco GP this weekend if you would like to come with me?” Shit. I mean you liked formula one and had taken an interest in the last year, you knew how it worked but it was purely down to a man that raced, not on your own doing.
“Are you sure you want me to come?” You question, almost wanting to get out of going. “I mean, I’m sure one of your friends would like to go.”
“They’ve been invited as well, but I knew you liked it.” He told you, “I want you to come.”
The thought of that Frenchman you met a few months prior springs to mind. Would you want to bump into him? The Monaco GP would be packed, the chances of running into him would be unlikely, surely?
“What do you think?” He spoke again, breaking your silence.
“If you’re sure you want me to come,” you say, thankful for the fact he called you instead of face-timing or asking you in person.
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You were now walking through the paddock with Ben, silently wishing you didn’t come. The nervous feeling in your stomach at the thought of a glimpse of Pierre. What would he think if he seen you here, of all places? You had no idea who he was or what he did when you first met, and now you're in the paddock – with a completely different man.
Ben had a following on Instagram, as well as being a football player so there was a little buzz around him meaning you stood behind him ever so slightly. You made it clear you didn’t want it to be known you were in the early stages of dating. You were also highly followed on Instagram, and had been rumoured to be dating Pierre back when you had the fling while on holiday but it was short lived. No pictures of you both were found anywhere, you both were just in the same area at the same time.
Ben had thankfully had never brought it up, and you doubted if he even knew about it if he had invited you here. You were being told to follow him to the Red Bull garage and you were looking forward to seeing Max again. You followed Ben brought you to the pit-lane, weaving through the large crowd of people as you got closer to the Red Bull car on the starting grid.
You look around as you stop beside him, as your quickly approached by Max who spotted you as he stood at the side of the tarmac. Ben spotted him first, reaching out to shake his hand on approach. Max quickly shook it before pulling away as Ben spoke, “This is Y/n.”
“Hello.” You smile, as he takes you into his arms. His smile wide as he pulls away.
“Hello, I haven't seen you in ages.” Max grins while Ben looks between you both in confusion.
“I know. World Champion, eh? I was so excited for you.” You tell him, his arm still around your waist as you copied him.
“It was surreal. You should have flown over.”
“I’ll be there this year.” You promise him. He smiles as he realised what your comment meant.
“I need to get sorted for the car; I’ll see you later on. Will you both be out tonight?”
You look over to Ben who has been watching your whole conversation intensely, before turning back and nodding to Max before he turns and walks back towards his performance coach. You turn back to Ben, almost nervous to see his reaction to how well you knew one another and how little you mentioned it.
“Are you wanting to go further down the pit?” The thought alone of seeing Pierre was making your pussy soaking, feeling it burning in between your legs.
He nodded, walking along beside you as you continued your way down the starting grid. “You didn’t say you knew Max.” He mentioned, looking straight at you but you continued looking forward.
“Yeah.” You responded casually, “We met a few months ago, I think.”
He remained quiet as you gained smiles and a few waves from a few of the younger drivers as they recognised you while you continued down the grid. “You know a lot of the drivers?” He questioned.
You nod your head, watching him before spotting a moving blob of white a few metres behind him. Focusing on him as you realised it was Pierre. He looked even hotter now than he did a few months before. His undershirt as it clung with sweat to his perfectly sculpted body and shoulders that clearly turned you on then, did even more now.
“Y/n?” You hear, turning to see Alex approaching you. “Hey.”
“Hello, how are you?” You smile, accepting the invite of his open arms.
“I'm good.” He continues to have a quick conversation before asking, “Please tell me you will be out tonight?” He asks with his eyebrows raised, awaiting your response. Remembering the party animal, you were for the few weeks you were on holiday with them before.
“Yeah, we shall be.” You respond, you smile towards your date as Alex notices you were standing beside the England footballer. He smiled before sharing a bro shake before he was called to his car by his engineers. “See you tonight then, yeah?”
You nod, glancing over to the direction that you had spotted Pierre before finding him looking straight at you. Ben was looking in the complete opposite direction as he mingled with his friend as they floated around you. He looked completely in shock, before he smiled as he dragged his eyes over your body before winking at you. He knew he still had your completely wrapped around his finger, but he was unaware that you were on a date.
You had decided to smirk at him, watching as he smirked back at you as turned but kept your head towards him. You turned then to Ben, before walking back up the grid back to the garage to watch the race, turning back as he watched. You now aware you also had him right where you wanted him.
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Following the race, you had returned to your hotel room you were sharing with Ben. He had mentioned his friends wanted to go to a club tonight, where as you had already said to Max that you would go to another.
“I said to Max that I would see him.” You tell him when he asked you if you were coming with him. You didn’t really want to, the thought of Pierre burned into your mind. You were so close yet so far.
“I don’t. I want to see my friends.”
You continue to spray your setting spray on your face, fixing your curls in front of the mirror. “I don’t know any of your friends Ben.”
“Fine, I’ll see you tomorrow then.” He replied, standing from the bed and heading towards the door.
“Will you not come back here?” You turn now to face him.
“It depends where the night takes me.” He responds before disappearing out the door.
“Oh boy, you have picked the wrong girl.” You say to yourself. I mean you hadn't been exactly into Ben over the past few hours but you thought his current actions were a red flag. He acted like a but hurt baby who didn’t get his own way, and you were certainly not going to put up with shit like that.
You got into your outfit, knowing you would have gone out at some point on this trip. Posting a quick picture before heading out to meet with Max and the rest of his group. You walk along the strip, entering the bar that Max messaged you previously, telling you that’s where they were meeting.
As you enter, the place is buzzing. Not only the GP being on but Monaco was always buzzing. Max approaching you as you walk towards the separated area. “Hello!” He greeted, pulling you into his arms before intertwining his arm with yours. You follow him into the room where everyone was with their girlfriends and some with friends.
“Hey.” You greeted them as Max introduced you to the group. They had met you before, a previous time you just so happened to be in a country when a GP when they were. That was when you met Pierre, who was now looking at you with a smirk upon his face. You took a seat next to Charlotte, telling Max what you wanted to drink.
“I haven’t seen you in so long. What are you doing here?” Charlotte asks.
“I’m here on a date,” you tell her, catching the eyes of Pierre as you spoke.
“No way! I saw you with that boy on the pitlane actually, is that who you're with now?”
“Well, not anymore. He went in the huff after I told him I wanted to come here instead of with his friends.”
“Shut up! I’m glad you came here then, I'm sure you’ll have a fun night.” She winked, tilting her head in the direction of Pierre. A smile present on your face at her words, you pair giggling as Max handed you your drink.
As the night continued, you had remained at distance from Pierre, choosing to catch up with Lando and his girlfriend.
“Luisia, this is Y/n. She and Pierre have a little thing.” Lando introduced you both. You take her into a side hug as you take a seat next to them.
“We don’t.”
“Ah yeah, they both pretend they don’t like each other but it’s soo unbelievably obvious to everyone else.” He teases, causing you to roll your eyes.
“We have only actually been with one another once; this is the second time I've actually seen him.” You explain, a laugh to your voice as you spoke.
You were all in a different club now, drink upon drink and shot after shot, you were getting more pissed by the second. You were dancing away with the girlfriends just in front of the private booth we were all sitting at.
You felt a hand place itself upon your lower back, forcing you to turn round finding Pierre towering over you. Your faces barely inches from one another.
“Do you want another drink?” He asks.
You nod, allowing him to intertwine his fingers with yours and lead you towards the bar. “I’m still surprised I’ve met you again.”
“I know. I almost didn’t come.” You tell him, placing your arms against the bar as you both waited to be served.
“Why?” His eyebrows raise as he almost looks hurt by your words. His deep blue eyes staring into yours.
“I didn’t know what would happen if I bumped into you, especially if I was on a date.”
“What happened to your date?” He asked, placing his hand on your waist, pulling your bodies closer together.
“Well, you happened.” You smile, knowing this would be exactly what he wanted to hear.
“What do you mean?” He put a little pressure against your skin, your bodies now pressed against each other as you stare up at him.
“I saw you on the grid. I wasn’t interested in him then; I could only think of you.”
He smiles, almost like he’s been waiting to hear those words. He lifts his hand, placing it upon your cheek and pulling you forward to connect his lips to yours.
The smile crept up onto your lips as they danced against his. Your hands pressed firmly against his chest, as his hands rest on your waist. “I’ve wanted to do that since you left.”
You tilt your head at him, “Oh really? And why didn’t you?”
“You were busy and I had the season to start. I didn’t think you would’ve been up for seeing each other again.”
“How wrong could you have been then?” You tell him with a smile. “I thought about you a lot.”
“I thought about you a lot.” He repeated, almost a whisper as he pressed his hands into your back, pushing your body further into his. His lips reattaching with yours, confirming on both parties the feelings that were there from those few weeks you spent together as a holiday fling.
You received the drinks you had ordered and made your way back to the booth. Making yourself comfy on his lap as he had his arms wrapped around you, “How long are you here for?”
“I think we fly late tomorrow.”
“He can, you're not.” He looked up at you.
You smirk, “what do you mean?”
“You’re staying with me. We can go back and get your stuff from your hotel right now, but you're staying with me.” He told you. The protective side of Pierre was showing, as it often did when it came to you.
Towards the end of the holiday, you had previously spent together, whenever a male made a move to you, he would quickly intervene. Pulling you away and making sure only he was getting your attention.
“Come on then.” He lets you stand up, before taking your hand and saying goodbye to everyone that surrounded you both.
“Finally!” You heard a drunk Max shout over the music, receiving a laugh from almost everyone who was paying attention. “Keep her close bro.”
Pierre sent his usual cheeky smile, laughing at the Dutchman. “I will Max. Let’s go.”
You wave to them all as you turn and head out the door with Pierre. Quickly shielding your eyes as you begin to get photographed by fans and paparazzi that surrounded the area. They seemed that they were not quite expecting to see one of the drivers so quickly. Pierre stopped a taxi fairly quick before telling him your hotel address that you had told him before we entered.
You check snapchat maps before you get out to make sure Ben wasn’t back at the hotel, thankfully he wasn’t. Pierre followed after you, paying the driver and wondering up to your room door, “What do you have out that needs packed?”
“If you could put all my toiletries in the that bag there. I'll get my clothes; most are already in my suitcase.” You told him, already had the suitcase on the bed, throwing the clothes you had already worn back into the case. Shoes, jewellery and perfume that you had set out were thrown in and then, you were finished. Pierre was just coming out of the bathroom, closing the zip of the bag and handing it to you so you could zip the suitcase up.
“Let's go then Cherie.” He smiled, lifting the closed suitcase and pulling it behind him as you both exit the room. You make a point of leaving the key card on the side and block Ben’s number to avoid the drama. It wasn’t going anywhere anyways.
You let Pierre lead the way back to his hotel, “It’s just up the road, you okay to walk?” He asked, not allowing you to pull your suitcase. Just allowing you to hold your bag.
“Yeah babe.” He smiled at your response, taking your hand into his as you walked through the streets of Monaco.
“I can’t actually believe you’re here.” He told you, pressing his head against yours. You instantly turn to him, smiling at his affection. He quickly places a kiss onto your lips, arms falling around your shoulders.
When you enter his hotel, he places your bags in the entryway. Allowing you to take off your heels as he slips his shirt and shoes off. He wraps himself around your body, embracing you as he guides you into the main bedroom of the hotel room.
The room is filled with comfortable silence as you begin to slip from your clothes as he enters the bathroom, turning on the shower and returning to remove his own clothes. “Are you joining me?”
“Yeah.” You tell him, now down into your underwear and standing before Pierre who was now standing up wearing only his boxers.
You both shower, spending time washing each other. Enjoying an intimate moment together before joining each other in bed. He positions himself so he is on his side but looking straight at you.
“Come here.” He whispers, pulling you towards him until his lips connected with yours. Your eyes flutter closed as his tongue slips into your mouth, his hand falling upon your waist, applying slight pressure as it began to build in between your legs.
Your hand finds his cheek, slowly moving to his neck as you continue to kiss. His hand begins to trail lower, almost teasing as he skims past your wet pussy. Your breath hitched as he places his finger onto your clit, applying the slightest pressure. A moan escapes your lips and into his as he runs his fingers through your opening, gliding one finger into your hole.
“I have missed this.” You whisper, a smile appearing on his lips as his fingers move in and out of you. Your hand skims over his shirtless body before you reach his hard erection, fingers briefly touching him before taking him fully into your hands.
Your mouths still dancing with one another, you’re struggling to keep composure as his fingers quicken the pace. He gently begins to push you back onto your back and in one swift movement he was on top of you.
He positions himself in between your legs, lining himself up with your entrance before slowly allowing him in. “Y/n.” He moaned, your hands running across his ripped groin as he let you adjust to his size.
“fuck babe.” You let out, a satisfied smirk on Pierre’s face as he watched you moan with pleasure.
He continues to pound in and out, the room filled with moans of pleasure coming from you both until he pulls out and lifts you with him. “I’ve missed you.” He tells you, whispering into your neck. You let him take a seat at the edge of the bed as you sit yourself down onto him, placing sloppy kisses along his neck and collarbone as you get in a comfortable position with him in you.
“I’ve missed you.” You whisper in between kisses. You began to grind against him, slowly until his moans turned you on so much, you had to quicken the pace.
“baiser.” He moaned, gripping onto your waist as you bounced up and down on his hard cock. Your arms wrap around his neck as he lays back on his back while you jump on it.
“I’m gonna come.” He warns you, but all it did was make you bounce on it quicker.
“Come for me.” You say, watching as Pierre squirmed under your body, tensing as he became closer and closer to the edge. That was enough alone to make him bust inside you.
The hot sticky liquid that you could feel dripping in between your legs signalled he had indeed came. The panting that you both were doing showing exactly how much you both enjoyed it.
“Fuck me, that was hot.” He said. You laughed, nodding in agreement. You slowly pull yourself off before scurrying to the toilet, Pierre slowly following to do the same.
He places a kiss upon your forehead as he waits for you.
You get yourself back into bed, waiting for him joining you. His arms snake round you on his entry, pulling you tightly into him. “Good night mon chéri.”
“Night darling.” You smile as he places one last kiss on your cheek.
warnings: the usual, nothing major I don't think. Its total fluff tbh
wc: 5,052
author note: this hasnt been proof read. Part three?
• part one •
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The days pass as you all enjoy the sun, spending time on the rooftop pool bar and enjoying lunch at small restaurants. You kept in touch with Max throughout the days you spent apart. You felt yourself checking your phone more, smiling at his words he sent to you. He asked if you would want to spend the evening with him, he was offering to cook you both food.
“Girls, Max has asked If I want to spend the night with him.” You tell them, lounging upon the sun bed next to the rooftop pool. They squeal at your words, turning their attention to you.
“You need to go.” Charlotte tells you.
“He wants to cook me dinner!” You exclaim, sitting cross-legged on the bed.
“This is it, she’s Wife'd off already” Emily laughed, causing the rest to laugh. “Go get ready then.”
You roll your eyes as you move off the sun bed, lifting your belongings as you all make your way back to your apartment. The girls plan to go on a night out, so they're getting ready at the same time as you, however you all had different plans in mind. You enter your room, using the ensuite as you wash yourself and hair. Getting all of today's sweat and chlorine off your skin and hair.
You take your time doing your skincare, opting for a more natural look to your usual makeup. You text Max, asking what you should wear. He quickly messaged back telling you to wear whatever you were more comfortable in, and you mentally thanked him. The thought of wearing a dress and heels was torture to you at the best of times. You pick out a white cropped top to pair with Nike tight fitting joggers, knowing they hugged your bum. Just as you spray yourself with a floral perfume, your phone buzzed – signalising that Max had arrived and was waiting for you.
You pop your head into the living room as the girls are drinking their wine, about to start getting ready for their own night out. “You look good! Enjoy yourself.” Mollie shouts to you, clearly wine drunk already. You tell them you love them, and to enjoy their night out before slipping out the hotel and down into the breezy night air. You spot his car parked across the street. It took you till now to realise how luxury his car was, making a mental note to ask him how he found himself in this position.
“Hello Mr. Verstappen.” You greet him as you take the passenger seat, reaching over to place a kiss upon his cheek.
“Wrong place.” He turns to you, placing his hand against your head to pull your lips to his.
“My friends tell me that they know something about you that I do not,” You rest your head on your hand that was rested in the middle rest of the car. “Can you explain?”
He let out a chuckle, focusing on you completely as you talk. In complete awe of your beauty, he almost doesn’t listen to what you were saying.
“I plan to take you with me this week to show you what exactly I do.”
“You’re not taking me anywhere if I don’t know what you do.” You argue back, making your statement clear. He sure knew that you stuck to your guns.
“So demanding.” He teased, “I'm a formula one driver.”
Your mouth falls to a ‘o’ shape, slowly nodding your head, “That kind of makes sense as to Mollie knew you from.”
“Big fan?”
“Yeah, now I wish I listened to when she spoke about you. Now, I realise where I had heard the name Verstappen.” You smile causing his heart to swell at your big blue eyes and the way they look at him. Setting in stone the initial feeling, knowing you weren’t using him for your own personal gain.
“Now you need to find out if she’s a fan?”
“I’ll send her a voice note.” You smirk, reaching for your phone as Max starts the car. You select the girls group chat saying, ‘Mollie, which formula one team or driver is your favourite?” just as Max pulls out onto the road.
As he pulls into his apartment parking area, your phone dings announcing Mollies response. “Ahhh!” followed by her laughter, “he told you! I can announce I am a Danny Ric and McLaren supporter, I’m sure he will be happy enough with that answer.”
You laugh while watching Max’s reaction, a small laugh at her words. Instructing you're going to respond, he speaks into the phone, “I suppose I can accept that answer Mollie.”
You follow him closely as you get into the lift, now having the knowledge where to go. He holds your hand as you snuggle into his arm as you walk. He tells you about what he plans to make for you, but keeping the actual meal a secret.
You place your bum upon his bar stools located at the island in the middle of the kitchen. He pours you a white wine, placing the wine glass in front of you. “Tell me about your day.” He said, moving to the fridge to take the items he was going to use.
“I spend it by the pool at our apartment, spent most of it thinking of you though.”
He instantly raises his head, connecting to your eyes instantly with a smile upon his face. “Do you want to join me in Bahrain on Monday?”
His request took you by surprise, you certainly had questioned your situation-ship, you could say. You wondered how you could make it work when you lived in the UK and he travelled the world, almost weekly.
“I have no idea where that is but absolutely.” You smile, taking a sip from your wine.
He smiles, letting out a deep exhale that I don’t think he even realised he was keeping. “Good. It’s first race of the season.”
“Are you excited?” You loved the way his eyes crinkle as he talks about racing, watching his movement as he nods his head. “How are you finding the car?”
“I haven’t pushed the car fully.” He tells you while chopping some ingredients. “I think we could be in with a good chance this year, hopefully win it back-to-back.”
“Did you win a race last year?”
“I am current world champion.” You watch him in awe, the glow in his eyes as he tells you catches you off guard. You could feel yourself falling in love at the sight of him, how he acts, how he is with you.
“Wow,” you let out, “Can you show me?”
“Absolutely.” He grins, pulling out his phone to get up some clips of last season on YouTube. He lets you sit and watch while he finished off his meal.
You sit in silence with a permanent smile as you watch the clips of him over taking and dominating on the track, making those dangerous moves and winning races. You look up to find him already looking at you, “I can see why you won.”
He smiles, “Thank you babe”. He hands you a plate of pasta, taking the barstool next to you, taking the first bite of his pasta and you follow.
“Thats good.” You tell him, watching his face light up at your comment. “When do you plan on going to Bahrain?”
“I fly this Sunday; I have a few free days then from Thursday to Sunday ill be on track.”
“That long? Are you in the car all those times?” You ask, eyes wide at him as you both continue to eat.
“Practice Friday, Qualifying Saturday, Race Sunday.” He explains, enjoying speaking to someone who knew little about the sport. It was refreshing to him that you didn’t beg for his attention, you knew nothing about him but you found him attractive because of how he was, not who he was.
“I can't wait to see you drive.” You tell him, by this time he’s finished his meal, waiting for you to finish your last mouthful and taking your dish before you could complain. You complain, not taking no for an answer when you start placing used dishes into the sink. He quickly wraps his arms around your torso, pulling you back closer to him.
“Let me help you wash up.” You say to him, tilting your head to look back at him. Your head resting against his chest. You watch as his eyes focus on every one of your features before leaning to attach his lips to yours. You smile instantly, muttering a “Stop distracting me! Dishes.”
You turn your head around to the sink, hearing him chuckle as his arms disconnect from your body, collecting the other dishes while leaving the wine glasses. You work together to get these washed, dries and put away as quickly as possible.
After, you both choose to having a wine on his balcony, watching the city lights below twinkle in the evening light. The soft sound of the radio that played in the background, gossiping and watched the people below. You talked and talked and talked, about any random thing you both would randomly think of.
It was really the second time you had been with him officially and yet you didn’t want to spend time away from him. The vibe between you both was electric yet calm, the sense of security you brought to him in such a short time for him, it scared him slightly yet he didn’t want to run. Not this time.
-
The following few days you spent with the girls, and it now came to the final day of the holiday. “How does it feel knowing you're going to another sunny country?” Mollie asks, as you're all sat in the living room packing your suitcases together.
“Good,” You chuckle, "I have no idea where we’re even going through.”
“Bahrain?” She suggests, while you nod, recognising the name Max mentioned previously.
“Yep, that’s it.”
“First race of the season.” She adds.
“I hope you expect multiple messages whenever he’s talking about something as I don’t have a clue.”
“You’ll learn. He’s one of the best, but you’ll soon find that out.” The more Max and Mollie spoke about this race you began to get excited, you didn’t have a clue what to expect but you were excited to see what Max could do behind the wheel.
Your all packed, looking back at the empty apartment. Everything left in its place as to how you found it, “Well, this trip has certainly been one to remember.” You say to the girls as the door finally shuts and you all walk towards the lift.
“Emily’s coming home with a wine problem and Y/n’s coming home with a famous boyfriend.” Mollie laughs, the others joining in. You all walk out to the taxi rank outside of your rental apartment, chatting amongst yourself.
“Let me know when you land.” You instruct, still holding your case in your hand. The girls nod, putting their cases into the cab, all giving you one last hug before they get in and head to the airport.
“Be safe. Love you.” Charlotte tells you, hearing the others tell you they love you.
“Love you. I will.” You smile, waving them as they drive off. Letting out a sigh as you realise your now in Monaco on your own, planning to go to another foreign country with a boy you met this week. Fuck.
You made your way down the street in the direction of Max’s apartment. He had already been in touch for most of today, letting you know he would most likely be out in a training session when you arrived but he left you his key under the mat. You laughed when he told you, Max Verstappen, the famous formula one driver keeping his key under his mat.
You let yourself in, setting the key on the side table and making your way into the living room, leaving your suitcase at the edge of his large L-shape sofa. Slumping down into his couch, switching on the tv and flicking through shows on Netflix to watch. You see ‘Drive to Survive’ watching a short clip of Max and Lewis on screen, smiling as you choose to watch it.
You’re probably two episodes deep before you take a well needed nap, the long seven days on the go had you been more tired than you first though. Max had text you to let you know he was on his way back, but you were out cold to see it, instead he found you fast asleep, cuddled up into a ball on his couch.
His small smile became a grin as he walked closer to you, wishing he had this view every time he came home after a mistake or a shit race. When he came home after a win with you, knowing he was getting to celebrate with you.
It was an overwhelming feeling to feel this deeply about a woman you had met barely a week prior, yet he couldn’t get enough of you. It was no surprise you were feeling almost a mirror copy of what he was, but both of you too afraid to address it.
You had agreed you’d stay with him until a few days after the Bahrain GP. Leaving to come home after he had to move on to the next country.
But he felt he never wanted you to leave.
Your eyes flutter awakes after you feel someone’s presence, your eyes fixating on Max in front of you. “Monaco tired you out?” He chuckles, taking a seat in the curve of your body, wrapping his arms under yours. “Why are you watching this shit?”
“Yes. I don’t know, I seen you were in it and missed your face I suppose.”
“I missed you too,” He smiled before pressing his lips to yours.
The days passed by quickly, and you now found yourself in a hotel room in Bahrain. Having spent most of your day within the hotel complex, it was quiet just now. Not many people had arrived yet, the odd fan stopped Max but for the first time in a while – Max felt like he was enjoying his time in public.
It soon got that bit busier, and at majority of the day you spend it at your personal pool that was attached to your balcony, spending majority of your time eating snacks and ordering cocktails off room service.
You were in a small neon orange bikini, not on purpose but he chuckled when he seen you pull it out the suitcase and slip it onto your body. “What are you laughing at?”
“Do you know what colour I'm known for?” He looks up at you from his relaxed position on the bed. The opened patio door blew a gentle breeze throughout the room as the music from the speakers played.
You gave him a questionable look, and he smirked when he realised you didn’t have a clue. “Orange?” You question, before nodding your head while smiling when you realise. “Because your Dutch.
He nods, a smile on his face as he takes a sip from the straw in this new cocktail. You liked the calm aura throughout you both, not feeling pressure to always be talking like most did when they first met. You spent time out on the balcony in silence while you read your book and he swiped on his phone. He spent time in the gym while you tanned by the pool.
He asked you if you wanted to go for a date night on the Wednesday, the last evening you would spend alone. Most likely the last evening you would spend out of the worlds spotlight, or at least Max’s spot light.
You agreed without a second though, choosing to wear a flower pattered summer dress pairing it with white chunky sandals. “Those summer dresses are too much.” He whispered as he followed closely behind you as you left the room.
You chuckled, blushing slightly at his words. “You can take it off me if you like.” He was not quite expecting your response, liking you were matching his energy almost instantly.
“I will be tonight; don’t you even worry.” He smirked, pressing the ground floor button and sweeping his arm around your waist.
You ate at one of the hotel steakhouses, sharing a great evening together before spending your night in between the sheets once again. The feeling of him making effort to spoil you was overwhelming, you had never given anyone a chance before, and on that odd chance you did. It never ended well.
The following two days passed and, on the Friday, you were up before Max had left, he told you that you could come along with him but he was preoccupied for majority of the day and you would probably be sitting in his driver room.
“Don't worry about it babe. I'll spend it in the pool.” You reassured him, knowing he was feeling bad for leaving you behind. “I’ll be there tomorrow.” You place a final kiss onto his lips before he disappears out the hotel room, waving at him from your balcony as he walked out the complex.
-
Another early rise, you both were up and showered. You were straightening your hair while Max was spraying deodorant. It was all very normal, like you both had done this a million times together. You had chosen to wear some lightweight beige trousers with a plain white crop top. It was fairly warm in Bahrain but it had the possibility to get colder in the evening, so you picked a lightweight cardigan to take with you. On your feet you opt for some white high-top converse. You were ready and waiting for Max, watching him as he looked at himself in the mirror, spraying his aftershave to finish It all off.
“What are you looking at?” He laughed.
“You look hot with your hair that length.” You tell him, standing up and getting ready to head to the track. He turns to smile at you, slipping his arms around you and kissing the top of your head.
“Just so you know, there will be a lot of press there today. Don’t even entertain them unless I speak to them.”
“I’ve got it.” You tell him.
As you approach the paddock gates, pressing your pass Max gave you two days ago and entering alongside Max. “Are you ready for unwanted attention?”
You tut and roll your eyes playfully at his question. “I don’t care. It comes with your job. There is no point caring about people that would die to be in your position.”
He smiled at her slightly, his smile being covered by his mask and sunglasses that covered his eyes. He felt like his heart could burst out his chest at any minute. The way you adapted to the situation that you didn’t need to be in so quickly made him want to kiss you.
“Are you exciting for qualifying?” You ask him after his period of silence. You didn’t know how he reacted on the run up to a race, this was all such a new experience for you. Not only if you were asked just over a week ago to explain rules of F1, you couldn’t answer them but you were with someone that’s life was shared with the world. The former world champions life was chaotic, and more importantly not for the light hearted.
“Yes.” He told her, “I want to see how the cars are performing properly.
“Who do you think will dominate this year? Mercedes?”
“How do you suddenly know team names?” He raises his eyebrows.
“I don’t live under a rock Max. I also may have been researching so you can actually talk to me about it.”
He chuckles light heartedly, “You’re cute, do you know that?”
You smile up to him as he pulls your side into his, arms wrapping round each other's waist. “Yes, you tell me all the time.” You couldn’t help but tease. Those famous crinkles by his eyes indicate only to you how he was smiling at you, and you only.
You enter the Red Bill building, a brief ‘hello’ to a few of his engineers who were passing and Christian Horner. You mostly followed with Max, listening to the feedback and changes since yesterday's practice and last week's testing.
You were understanding some of the terms, watching as Max interacted with the data was attractive. You couldn’t take your eyes off the Dutchman, and when you noticed, finally realised you were beginning to really fall for him, and his accent, and his romantic side. All of him, you couldn’t escape him from your mind.
He approached you again as you smile at his presence. “I’ve got about ten minutes until we need to get into the car and everything.” He tells you, placing a quick kiss onto your lips.
“I’m nervous.” You tell him, a smile tugging your lips. He sends you a smile in return, pulling on his balaclava.
“Don’t worry. Let’s get pole position baby.” He said, pulling down his balaclava to show his mouth, pressing a few quick kisses to yours before moving to pull his helmet on.
“Good luck. Be safe.” You say as he winks at you through the visor and making his way into the car. You sit further back of the garage as Christian calls to you him.
“Take these spare headphones and plug them into this.” He tells you, plugging them in then passing them to you. “You’ll hear the conversations between us and Max.”
You nod, “Thank you.” Placing them onto your ears and stepping out the pit lane and into the seat you were previously at. You sit beside one of the female engineers, along with Max’s press officer as you have a clear view of the screens. Knowing here your out of site of the media, but you can closely follow the qualifying laps.
He ends up in P2 and everyone seems happy with the result. You let Max take his helmet off and chat with the engineers before he spoke to you.
“Well done. You did well there.” You tell him, after he places a ‘hello’ kiss on your lips.
“P2.” He said, you could sense he was unsure about their speed, knowing they were potentially quicker than the RedBull .
“You could win from P20 though, you have nothing to worry about.”
He smiles at you. “Thank you, my love.” Leaning down to give you another kiss.
The day passes and you go out for dinner with some of Max’s friends and enjoy a good meal while the drivers watch their weight for tomorrow's race. You got on well with Pierre, Lando and Daniel. Obviously sending a photo to Mollie, telling him all about her.
-
And finally, it’s race day. You wear a pair of light blue jeans and a plain black bodysuit. It was still warm in the evenings. You had spent this morning making sure Max was as calm and collected as possible, not suggesting to do anything as you follow his lead with whatever he wanted to do.
He told you he needed to be at track by one. He was dressed in his RedBull gear, ready to get going.
This felt so new to you, unknowing of what today would include. You had seen Max in the car, it didn’t scare you. But you had never seen him a race, properly going for it with another driver.
You both are calmly quite throughout the morning. You don’t know how to take him, don’t want to distract him in anyway yet he clings to you like a baby.
Always your hand within his. He asks you if you're okay, gets you some pineapple and leave the hotel room to go to the track.
As you walk down the paddock, you notice it’s visibly busier today than the two days prior. All eyes are on you both as you walk hand and hand to the RedBull main building. “How are you feeling?” He asks, turning to look as you as you walk.
“I should be asking you that.” You give him a light chuckle, “I’m fine. This doesn’t bother me if that’s what you’re asking.”
“It’s just a lot of people, I should have warned you before.”
“Max, I’ve watched countless videos of you. I knew what to expect as soon as you asked me.” You reassure him.
He smiles at you. A genuine one that caused your stomach to do backflips.
“Thank you.” He tells you, letting you step in front of him as he holds open the main door.
The first race of the season didn’t go as you or Max had hoped. You watch with three laps to go; he began to have issues with his power. Max stumbled down the grid as his frustrations rang through the headset on your ears. You knew he wouldn’t be happy yet you had never seen him like this, you were still getting to know each other so you didn’t know how to deal with it.
You stayed back from him, letting him have it out with his engineers and Christian. Fighting to get an answer as to what happened to not only his car but to Checo’s as well.
He spots you through the garage as your eyes have been glued to him and his car for the duration of the race. His face goes soft as he makes his way to you, his hands slipping around your waist as yours instantly wrap around his neck. “You okay?”
“No. Not the best start to the season.” He said, looking straight at you. “And you’re here.”
“I know what you can do, stop pretending like you’re not the reigning champion Max. It’s one race in, just wait until the next race.” You tell him, giving him a reassuring smile. He smiles back, staying silent for a few seconds before placing quick kiss onto your lips.
He goes to speak after pulling away, “Max, can I steal you for media quickly?” You nod, letting him go as he lingers his fingers with yours then walking away.
You were staring at your phone, completely unaware of your surroundings until you felt his familiar presence as he breathed into your ear. “Come on, lets go back.”
“Thank god.” You laugh, standing with your bag and following him out of the paddock and into the car to get to the hotel. He takes your bag from you, sending him a smile for his small but thoughtful gesture.
He was trying to stay calm to keep a good impression to you, you could see right through him. You choose to keep silent, letting him have his moment of rage, knowing you would calm him down when you were alone and in the comfort of the hotel room.
Arriving into the hotel room, you let him take his jacket and shoes off as you do the same. A comfortable silence filling the room. “Would you like a bath run?” You ask, looking over to him as you wipe your make up off your face. He gives you a soft smile while nodding.
You smile back before making your way to the large bathroom, turning on the water. Letting it get to the appropriate level, and warmth in heat, you pour some soothing bath salts into the bath. You dim the lights and set a him a towel on the side.
You return to the room, finding him scrolling on his phone wearing only his boxers. “Right, Mr Verstappen, baths ready.”
You crawl on top of him, placing your arms at either side of his. His attention was fully on you, looking up at your eyes.
“Thank you.” He tells you, placing a soft kiss upon your lips. “Do you want to join?”
“No. You take your time to relax, i’ll join you in 10 minutes.”
After you both spent your time in the bath, chatting away about anything other than todays events. The room service you ordered was here, just in time as you had changed into some silk pjs and Max had got himself into his bed.
You hand him the package, helping him lay out the different boxes the food arrived in. “Sauce?” You ask, holding the bottle in your hand. He nodded, taking the bottle from you and began eating his food.
“All good.” You say, turning the tv on and selecting a show on Netflix before you even looked at the meal in front of you. You sit in silence, sometimes a giggle coming from you both as the show made a funny comment.
You had yet to take the time to look at social media after the race, noticing how much people were commenting not only your presence but how Max acted with you. It was a complete contrast to how the viewers had seen him previously, a whole new light behind shed on him.
You didn’t mind the hate, choosing not to read those comments. You rarely cared about irrelevant opinions, and tended to stick to that even after reading some of the distasteful comments about you and Max.
You clean your dirty plates away before getting back into bed to cuddle with Max. This was comfortable, you enjoyed being in his presence even in silence, while watching random Netflix shows. He let you snuggle into his chest, his arm resting on yours.
“Do you want to be my girlfriend?” He asks suddenly. Your eyes go wide as the words register in both of your minds, almost as if he had thought out loud for a second.
“Are you asking?” You screw your face at the Dutchman.
He lets out a quick chuckle, “Yes I’m asking. Will you be my girlfriend?”
You couldn’t hide the smile on your face as you turn to face him. “Yes.” You tell him, placing a kiss onto his lips. “I would love to.” His eyes bare into yours as you look up to him before he flips you onto your back and before slipping his tongue into your mouth.
warnings: smut, swearing, drinking, max verstappen.
summary: you and max meet in a club, but when you expect it to be a one night stand - he has other ideas.
wc: 3,096
author note: this hasn't been proof read, shall this be a multiple part story? just realised there is a piece written just before this called ‘drunk in love’, so now thinking of a new name. Please suggest some in the comments, i’ve hit a blank.
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The drink intoxicates your blood, pumping through your veins, refusing to slow down for anyone. You had just quit a job that was weighing on you heavily, and it landed on the weekend your friends planned to live the lavish life in Monaco, for only one week.
Avoiding all your problems with every shot you downed. There, you caught his eyes again, instantly looking away – surprised almost, when your eyes return his were still on you.
His light brown hair fell over his forehead, a smug smirk on his face as you didn’t hide the fact you were checking him out. He was hot. The intimate thought of you running your fingers through his long hair crept onto your into before you watched his friend pull his attention away.
“Someone caught your eye?” Your friend, Emily shouts over the music after watching you scan the room while you waited to be served at the bar.
“Maybe.” You chuckle softly, turning to order a drink for yourself.
“Have you spoken to him yet?” When you remain silent, she speaks again, “Oh my, you’re nervous? When do you ever get nervous?”
You laugh at her words, shaking your head as you follow her back to your booth to join your two other friends. “Y/n’s too scared to make a move on a guy?”
You roll your eyes as you sit down, “I’m not scared.”
The intro of your sone begins to belt over the club, earning cheers from the already drunk who probably danced to this as often as you. You're watching the three of your friends instantly stand – almost like they were summoned to the dance floor – screaming as they hear that familiar beat. “Let’s show him then.”
Your all laughing as you stumble to the dancefloor, instantly swaying your body to the music, screaming along to the words as they start. You’re grinding against Charlotte, who’s cheering on you as she’s slapping your arse.
He was watching. Watching the whole thing. The way you moved your body to the music, singing your heart out as you scream those well-known lyrics. The way you swoop your hair to the other side as you attempt to get it off your skin. The hot climate that you weren't really used to. Your face had formed a glow – sweaty – but nonetheless glow, as you looked up to where he happened to be.
The look upon your face, your eyes almost taunting him to make the first move. You watched as he stood up, it felt like time was going in slow motion. You turned your body fully to him as Mollie’s face hung wide as he approached you.
“Not many people get my attention, never mind keep it but you are something else.” He spoke into your ear; his hand fell to your lower back.
“Thank you very much.” You smile, reacting to his touch by turning your body to his, placing your arm around his waist.
“What brings you to Monaco?” He asks. Your bodies naturally are drawn to each other – that and the face the dancefloor was becoming busier as the night went on.
“Does my accent give it away that easily?” You giggle, watching his eyes crinkle as he laughs, nodding at your words. You place your hand upon your chest while he continues to chuckle, laughing at your poor attempt to be offended.
“Girl's holiday, you?” You respond. “Don't believe you have a local accent either.”
He takes a sip of his drink, shaking his head, “Holland, schatje.”
“Schajte?” You question, smiling as you realise, he was speaking Dutch, “Tell me what that means?”
“Babe.” He whispered, leaning down to level his mouth to your ear. “Do you want to take a seat? Need a drink?”
“Yes, of course.” You agree, briefly turning to see if your group were still beside you. You see Mollie speaking quickly while the others are grinning at her words. You wondered what exactly she was saying so passionately about. “Let me just say to my friends, two seconds.”
“Hey, I'm just going to sit down. Just so you know where I am.” You say, squeezing into the small space separating them.
“Absolutely, enjoy sexy lady.” Charlotte shouts at you. The others laughing and cheering with her.
“What you speaking about?” You nod to Mollie.
“We’ll tell you tomorrow, see you in the morning.” She smirks, pushing you backwards into his arms. Hearing ‘Don't do anything I wouldn’t do’ from Emily, you can't wipe the smile from your face. He slips his hand into yours, pulling you from the dancefloor.
He takes a seat at a booth, a few others sit within, having a laugh with each other. They all say hello, nodding and teasing the man to your left. You can't help but join the laughter as he gets embarrassed.
Their attention diverts from you both and he turns his head to you. “What’s your name?”
“Y/n.” You smile, leaning into his chest as he puts his arm around your shoulder. “You?”
“Max.”
“Nice to meet you Max. Tell me about yourself?”
And that’s what he did. You talked and talked about each other's families, your likes and dislikes but he failed to mention a very important factor. He knew from your initial conversation that you most likely didn’t know who he was, and he didn’t want to ruin something before it began. He didn’t want a repeat of someone using him for his status or money.
He made comments to you all night – how stunning you looked tonight; how hot your accent was – you made sure those compliments were reciprocated. His hand rests upon your exposed skin, your arm snaked under his as you held onto his back.
For a pair who has only met a matter of hours ago, you sure didn’t act like it. But this didn't have a ‘one night stand’ feel about it. It came naturally to have intimate touching, but not sexual.
He finally worked up the courage to press his lips to yours. His lips felt soft, almost familiar, like they were supposed to be there. You didn’t quite want to lose his touch. Your lips danced together until the kisses were no longer loving and tender. Now the eagerness encouraged the heat rising in between your legs.
You lightly bite his lower lip as it naturally glides into your mouth. The soft moan that left his mouth afterwards were making your already soaking puss throb in between your crossed legs.
“Shall we take this back to mine?” He asks, his voice was low as his eyes stared into yours.
“Yes please.” You can’t help but smile. Your intoxicated, horny mind wanders what the next few hours include.
He stands up, shaking hands with the guys he knew that were scattered around their booth. Your hands remained interlocked as he leads you both out of the club.
“I hope you’re okay with a short walk.” He turns to you, leading you across the street.
“Only if you carry me.” You suggest, nudging him playfully. He stood still there, while you continued, stopping a few steps in front of him.
“Come here then.” He laughs, his arms extended as he walked towards you.
“I'm only joking.” you can't contain your laughter, flattered that he was going to.
“Come here.” He repeats, effortlessly lifting your bridal style as he walks towards the apartment block further down the street. The empty street being filled by both of your laughter as your drunkenly giggle at absolutely nothing. He places you down at the steps of the apartment block, the security guard watching as you two stumbled into the entry hall and towards the lift.
The ding signalling you had reached the floor Max had pressed, just before he pressed you against the cold walls. His hands roam, grabbing slightly to your waist and bum while your tongues danced together. He grabs your hand, pulling towards the one of two doors on this floor before unlocking it.
You take your blazer jacket off, Max instantly taking it from your hands and hanging it along with his, upon the pegs by his door. “You are stunning.” He whispers, pushing you back with his hands placed upon your waist. You go as he pushes you, not fully knowing where he was taking you. His lips are attached to yours, his hands moving to the hem of your dress before pulling it off your body.
The matching set you wore underneath just happened to be navy blue, and he wondered if that was a coincidence. You divert his thoughts when you begin to unbutton his white shirt then moving onto his belt as he took over.
He pushed you back, making you fall upon the soft bed. You stare up at the dutchman, admiring his frame as he towered over you. He placed himself between your legs, running his hands up your torso – sending shivers up your body at his touch. You instantly pull for him to connect your lips. Soft moans escaping your mouth as your hands wonder his frame as his unclips your bra.
He pulls from you, running his fingers up and down your inner thigh, before hooking your thongs off. He teases by placing his touch just to the side of your sensitive area, “Max.”
He chuckles at your warning, pushing a finger into you while watching you adjust and moan at the pressure. He pushed into you for a few seconds before turning his attention to your clit, making you scream with pleasure. Your body squirming under his touch.
“Lie down.” You tell him breathlessly. He looks at you confused, “Why?”
“I want to please you.” You sit up onto your elbows, watching his facial expression change. He smiled at you, stealing a kiss before taking the empty space of the bed that was beside you.
You climb on top of his legs, pulling down his boxers as his length springs from the fabric. You instantly lick up his shaft, bobbing your head upon the tip only. His breath hitches as you pull away, letting him take his boxers fully off so he was comfortable. You instantly connect your mouth to him, bobbing up and down upon the tip, every few bobs you're letting him hit the back of your throat. The moans he let out were satisfying, turning you on to please him more. “Fuck y/n.” Your seductively stare into his blue eyes that were dark under the lighting. He couldn’t wipe the smirk that was off his face, as you continued to smile while giving him the best performance he may have ever seen.
You separate your lips, leaving him watching you as you moved your body on top of him. His smile told you he usually takes control during sex, and while you enjoyed that happening. You certainly liked to spoil the person you were with. This didn’t feel like a one-night stand, you knew how to roam each other's body. His hands reacted instantly as he felt the pleasure of him enter you. A short gasp leaving your lips, his mouth in a ‘o’ shape as his hands guided your movements.
“schatje.” He moans. You pick up your pace, switching from grinding to bouncing, watching him struggle to contain his load.
“Speak to me in Dutch.”
“Je bent iets anders.” He whispers before flipping you over, letting out a short scream as he puts you onto your back. He pounds in and out of you as your screaming his name, gripping onto the covers beneath you.
“Maxie.” You scream, “Keep going baby.”
He takes a hold of your neck, enough to turn you on but not enough to hurt you – pulling your body against his. His thrusts quicken, unable to contain your sounds as your moaning loud into his mouth. He continues, matching your moans, “I’m goanna come babe.”
“Me too.” That was all he needed, letting you fall back into the bed as he hits into you at a pace that you cannot contain yourself. The moans from both parties fill the room, until the final grunt from him and the hot, wet sensation from between your legs signalises you both have come.
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The following morning, you are woken to the room being filled by sunlight, hitting over your face as Max’s arms rests over your body, stopping you from being able to move. “Max?”
He lets of a brief moan, signalising that he was awake before he pulled you closer to your body. “I'm awake.”
“How you feeling? Hungover?” You question, turning around to face him. The smile on his face was content, like you both had been there before.
“A bit of a sore head, you?” You agree, also having a slightly tender head. “Do you want to go for lunch?”
“Yeah of course.” You smile, “But can I go home for a change of clothes first?”
“I can drive you.” He tells you, before placing a kiss upon your forehead then getting out of bed. You watch him as he moves around the room. He takes two towels from his cupboard, throwing one to you as you both giggle at one another. “Care to join?”
You sit yourself up, still wearing absolutely nothing from the night before, walking towards him and into the large bathroom. He turns on the shower while you stop to have a look in the mirror, laughing at your streaky make-up and messy hair. “Attractive ay?” You laugh. He laughs along, standing behind you as you both look into the mirror. He was quite a bit taller than you, leaning his arms across your shoulders and placing a kiss upon your cheek. “You still look hot.”
You screw your face up while laughing at him. You were always confident, always got what you wanted when it came to men but you didn’t leave when you woke up during the night like you usually do. Instead, you moved your body closer to him. He steps into the shower, holding his hand out for you, pulling you into the hot water that bounced against your skin.
He hands you some bodywash after squirting some onto his hands, “Do you do this with every one-night stand?”
Max raises his eyebrows at your words, a slight chuckle escapes his mouth, “Who said this was a one-night stand?”
“I mean, I certainly have never still been in the bed when they’ve awoken.” You wipe the bodywash over your body as you swap sides so you’re now under the warm water. “What do you mean?” He asks.
“I don’t usually stay until they wake. I would leave before they got the chance to say anything.” You keep your eyes on his as he looks at you curiously.
“What made you stay?”
“I'm not quite sure yet, but I'm sure I'll find out soon enough.” You step out of his way so that he could now wash his hair. You felt at ease in his presence, how could you be sitting naked in a shower having a conversation with a man you slept with for the first-time last night.
You get out the shower as he washes his hair, you manage to keep your hair dry. You brush your teeth with the spare toothbrush he told you to use.
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You had managed to slip in and out of your hotel without any of the girls seeing you. You changed your outfit to a flowery pattered summer dress with white converse, before joining Max in his car. “You look adorable.”
“Thank you, Maxie.” You tease, putting your small bag to your feet as you smile to the Dutchman beside you. “Where are we going?”
“There is a small restaurant round the corner here,” he tells you, pulling out of the space and down the busy Monoco street. He placed a hand onto your bare skin of your thigh, leaving you watching him as he drove, admiring his cheekbones and the long hair that surrounded his ears.
He takes you to the small restaurant, sitting at the quietest part of the restaurant. You were thankful for the privacy, especially it was technically your first date. You chatted throughout the meal, enjoying the food you ordered, watching the busy streets of Monaco. You chatted about people that passed, wondering what they were doing with their lives, where they were going. You were really enjoying yourself with him, it made you forget about the problems you had in your life, the issues you had at home. You knew so much but you knew so little about what he actually did.
“Why do you live here?” You ask, taking a sip of your wine.
“I travel quite a lot so I don’t stay here all the time but it's just where majority of the people that do my job stay.” He smiled, leaning back into his chair as he watched your every move.
“And what do you do?” You raise your eyebrows and he chuckles nervously, not quite knowing how to answer that.
“I’ll show you soon, don’t worry.”
“Interesting.” You smile, “I look forward to it,”
You continue to chat about your life back home, what you planned to do once you got back, swapping numbers before he dropped you off at your hotel. You planned to meet again before the end of your trip, you had four days left of your trip. He told you he would be leaving by Sunday, but you would have a few days before you both left.
As you enter your hotel room, your greeted by excited girls. “Spill the beans?”
“He is so adorable. He treated me to lunch, and I’m seeing him again.” You can't contain your excitement as you tell them.
“I was surprised not to see you in your bed this morning. You must like him.” Emily teased as you all take a seat on the large L shaped sofa in the rented apartment.
“I can't deny, I do really like him.” You admit.
“Did he tell you what he does?” Mollie questions, looking around the girls as she asks.
“He said he would show me. Do you know something I should?”
“Maybe, but I think you should wait until he tells you himself.” Emily adds.
“What’s such a big deal?” You ask.
“You’ll find out once he tells you.”
You’re left wondering what he possibly could do for a living, that something that the girls would know but you wouldn’t. “He isn't a football player, is he?”
an: smaller writing however I do feel like I prefer the longer ones. Request are still open:)
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You both had barely been spotted together since you had started dating. Even when we seemed to be in public, due to you deciding to keep it low key in the mean time, you would usually be with at least one other person.
This time however you both had decided to go into town for lunch. He had already made comments on how good you looked before you left. You were doing things to him that made him have no control over himself. The blood rushing to his now erect penis in the middle of town.
He pulled you into his chest, grabbing you by the chin to tilt your head to his height. He instantly connected both of yours lips, deepening the kiss instantly.
“We’re in public.” You mumble against his lips. His hands were now on your waist, his grip so tight you were unable to pull your body back, but there was no complaints from you when you realised why he had you so close against him.
“I don’t care.” He muttered back, giving you a slight smile when you give him the eyes, feeling his hard length pressed against your body. You instantly smile back at him, knowing you both would be plastered all over the internet later that day, instantly connecting your lips again like your lives depended on it.
summary: you and max make the mistake of sleeping together once, since you have been doing it regularly behind Kelly’s back. why are you surprised when you see those two faint lines?
warning: cheating, swearing
note: i haven’t proof read this. any suggestions, ask is open.
words: 1930
it wasn't a secret that Max and Kelly's relationship wasn't the most loving of all. it was very open to you and the public that Kelly was using Max for his money.
"she's there." he told you after your bickering around their relationship. one of the many times in the beginning of your 'friendship'.
'yeah max, she's there but do you actually want to be with her or is it just convenient?" you questioned his thinking, he never took the safest option with anything in life, why was he choosing it now?
this was all before you became the bit on the side, the term you hated but this is what you were. it was a mistake, a complete accident that you ended up sleeping together. the first time.
every time after that, didn't really have that outlook, it was becoming a regular thing. Kelly rarely questioned his whereabouts. no one questioned you being around the paddock, as far as everyone else was concerned you were there to support Daniel and Lando, having modelled with them both. no one knew what happened when the door was closed.
it caught up with you after just a year of knowing each other. the morning sickness, constant fatigue, crazy cravings that no normal person would eat. Max regularly put it down to period symptoms, but there was no period.
after a few days of sickness, your face falling into panic after the possible realisation. you knew that max didn’t want to be with kelly, however who was to say he wasn’t using you? would he even want to be with you, never mind a baby?
there it is, the positive test staring you in the face. you were pregnant. 2 - 3 weeks pregnant with Max Verstappen’s baby. a taken man. you’re shaking as you pick up your phone, tapping his contact then waiting to hear his voice.
“hello darling.” he answered, you exhaled as his voice instantly calming you. your silent for a few seconds before he speaks again. “you okay babe?”
“can you please come here?” you managed to croak.
“i have a meeting in literally five minutes.” and that’s when your tears begin to fall.
“please.”
“why are you crying? what’s wrong?” his voice was full of concern as he spoke.
“please can you just get here as you can?”
“yes darling. i’ll leave as soon as i can.” he promised, but yet you didn’t expect him to be at your door in the next 20 minutes. you had enough time after your calm yourself down, so when the doorbell alerted you to someone being at your door. you were rubbing your eyes in attempt that you hadn’t been crying.
you open the door to find a concerned max standing before you. the held in tears came out flowing. “babe, what the fuck is wrong?” he pushed you back into the entryway, kicking the door closed behind him. you follow behind him as he leads you to your living room. he instantly pulls you into your lap, his arms wrapping around you. “will you tell me what’s wrong?”
“i’m pregnant.” you tell him, watching his face fall then being replaced in a mixture of fear and acceptance.
“shit.” he whispered, “what are you thinking?”
“i don’t fucking know what i’m thinking max. i’m pregnant with your baby, you’ve got a fucking girlfriend. i’ve been in love with you since i met you.” he looked at you in complete shock. he knew he wanted you for months, yet it took for you to be in this situation for him to realise you were all he wanted.
“i want you. i want this baby. i want to be with you.” he spoke, tightening his grip around you. “i’ve been in love with you since i met you.”
“then why didn’t you say?”
“i was scared of being used.” he admitted. his face looked sincere as you looked into his blue eyes. “i’m so in love with you.”
“i love you.” you told him, a weight had been lifted from your shoulders. but that all came crashing when you realised the reality. he was in a relationship.
“max, i can’t do this. you have a girlfriend.” you let out, while his face softened as he pulled your face to his.
“that’ll be different in a few days, you don’t need to worry.” he told you placing his lips onto yours.
“we will get everything sorted. i will take care of everything.” he promised. you shoot him a smile before placing a kiss onto his lips.
“what will you say to kelly?” you questioned, slipping off his lap and onto the sofa beside him.
“don’t you worry your little head. i’ll get it sorted.” he pulled you closer by your shoulder so you were snuggling into him, “do you want something to eat?”
you nodded, leaving him to get out his phone to order you both dinner. you noticed a text from kelly. you instantly wanted to throw up. “what has she said?”
“asking how the meeting went. am i better telling her in person?” he turned to face you.
“i would want to know in person, but i’m not with you for your money.”
“true. ah well.” he sighed, clicking onto her number before standing up to walk off.
“i’m sorry for doing this over the phone but i’m breaking up with you Kelly.” he closed the door to your bedroom. you exhaled as you realised how this was probably going to go. both yours and max’s reputation ruined, a baby while he was regularly cheating, and you knew fine well about Kelly.
around 40 minutes you had started to crave some cheesy pasta, knowing max wouldn’t have finished ordering food before phoning kelly. his arms wrap around your waist from behind, nuzzling his face into the crook of the neck. “how did it go?”
“i told her what had happened. i said it wasn’t fair to continue when i loved you. i think she expected it, i didn’t tell her that it was you or about baby.”
you let out a quick ‘hm’, dishing out two bowls of pasta, “i want to tell our families first, she wanted everyone to think it was a mutual decision.”
after dinner you noticed a post onto max’s story stating about the mutual split between him and kelly, and how he wouldn’t be commenting on the matter any further. it made you go to check kelly’s story, viewing a similar story. you had viewed a few gossip pages to see what they were saying they were surprised it didn’t happen sooner, which made you feel slightly better.
a few months had passed and you were now just starting to show, it was moderately okay to hide, clothing wise, you continued to wear baggy tops, oversized jumpers and today you were wearing a flowing dress at the final race of 2021. the decider if max would take the world champion.
you were known to be max’s friend, and had been invited by mclaren and red bull, the first time you had accepted the invitation from max.
on the final lap, your heart was in your mouth, you were attempting to stay as calm as you could, without giving anyway any intention of your relationship with max.
it was a complete blue as he crossed the finish line of the final lap, you cheered with members of his team, max taking his time to return from his car, but as soon he was into the out from celebrating, he was straight over to you.
he pulled you straight into a tight embrace, “oh my fucking god.” you scream, “you’re the fucking world champion.”
“you’re world champion.” he spoke into your hair.
you pulled yourself back, your arms still intertwined. “i want to kiss you so bad.” he told you. you smiled at him, tilting your head slightly as you sainted at him.
you laughed, “yeah so do i but it probably wouldn’t be the best idea.”
“when have i ever had any good ideas.” he smiled, before you were being pulled towards him, his lips touching yours as the crowd erupt into another celebration.
“max verstappen and y/n y/l/n confirming the rumour of their relationship.” the commentary spoke over the clip of you both as you shared your moment.
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first race of the season was the first time you had been seen. after the Abu Dhabi race, you and max decided to take a step back from social media, focusing on your time together and your pregnancy. you both deciding on not sharing the news until you needed to.
you could no longer hide your bump, you were borderline about to pop, and you weren’t about to miss the first race of the season with your boyfriend defending his title.
the camera shutters click furiously as you both emerge from your car. you had avoided cameras through all testing and qualifying, there was various comments asking where you were.
“this is nerve wracking.” you laughed. max giggled with you, slipping his arm around your waist as you strolled through the crowd.
“you look so good today.” he spoke, squeezing you slightly.
“can you imagine if i was to go in to labour today?” you said entering the paddock gate.
“don’t do that please.” he turns to you, the cheekiest smile on his face.
“i wouldn’t have much choice max.” you tell him. your closely following behind him, his hand holding into you as you walk down the paddock. every news outlet attempting to stop and get the latest gossip.
sky sports stop us, then being the most likeable of journalists. “congratulations to you both. a very well kept secret.”
“thank you.” you both say in sync.
“so do you know if it’s a boy or girl?” the reporter asks.
“we don’t know no, we wanted it to be a surprise.” max responds, you look at him closely as he speaks, a smile upon your face.
“how long until your due date? we’re not having a f1 baby are we?” she turns to you.
“i’m close, but still a few weeks. hopefully we will be okay to get back home before baby comes.”
“thank you. wish you all the best, hope everything goes well.” you smile at her as you walk off with max.
max finished pole position, and you knew you would be plastered on the camera. you cheered with members of the red bull team you had gotten to know over the past few months. you stayed back from the crowd when they went to the ceremony, you didn’t want to danger yourself or the baby by being that tight to other people.
“where’s y/n?” you hear from behind the barrier, as you walk towards him, arms extended as he pulls you into him.
“maybe we’re going for two in a row.” you tell him. you can’t see his whole face, but from his eyes you know he’s smiling. he pulled back from you as his hands went to pull his helmet, his balaclava coming off with it.
his lips are instantly upon yours, “i love you so fucking much.”
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Lilly Victoria Verstappen⭐️ you are so loved my baby.
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victoriaverstappen i’m so in love with her
sophiekumpen finally a granddaughter, she’s gorgeous guys! love you both x
landonorris congratulations you two! she’s beautiful.
danielriccardo hopefully she doesn’t have her mothers temper😂
> y/ninsta or like her dads, she’s not got the best start
Summary: you and Daniel forget about your secret relationship within the paddock.
AN: not proof read. Send any requests you have for any drivers x
words: 250
The very open relationship you had with Daniel throughout the paddock, however to the worlds, you were friends. Not lovers.
As you walked through the paddock with your racing suit resting on your hips. You spot Daniel up ahead, a smile appearing as you notice him approaching you as soon as he noticed you.
“The things I’d do to you.” He whispered, causing you to cover your mouth as you laughed.
“You have no idea.” You replied. Your bodies were close enough to feel the heat radiating off his body, but not close enough to touch.
He took a step forward, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling your body into his.
You crooked your neck to face him, those eyes doing things in his imagination.
He pressed his lips to yours, instantly your kissing him back.
“Shit.” You spoke, unwilling to look around knowing 100% you were caught on camera. You bowed your head down into his neck.
“Shit.” He mirrored, bowing his head to touch yours, smiling at you.
“Secrets out.” You giggled. He placed his hands over your cheek and jaw before leaning to connect your lips once again. Your kissing him back, but not allowing him to deepen.
“It 100% is.” He laughed.
“Every media outlets has got that on camera.”
You both begin to walk towards the canteen, being stopped by sky as you passed.
“Did you perhaps forget where you were there?” You were asked.
“Yep.” You chuckled. “I apologise to our PR teams.
an: dates, names etc don’t match as cba to double check everything. This hasn’t been proof read.
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“Speculation is that these two have been dating for around a year, however we’ve never seen anything that confirmed this.” The Sky Sports commentator spoke over the camera clip of yourself and Daniel Riccardo.
You knew it would slip eventually, but you were still clinging onto the secret especially you were now in the first weeks of pregnancy. You definitely were dating, more like living together but nonetheless you were together. You had been rumoured to be dating a few of the F1 drivers when you became the first woman to be racing for Renault due to simple things like sitting next to them before a race or when a race was rained off.
The pregnancy was certainly a shock, and you certainly didn’t plan to get pregnant this early in your relationship, as well as the line of work you were in. You had yet to tell anyone else apart from Daniel, due to you wanting to finish the season before you announced this and stepped back from racing.
The Danny rumour stuck around longer as you were seen in the paddock together more and more, the looked you shared were somehow perceptron as ‘love eyes’ as they called it.
You were both standing watching the fans from the pit lane as you waited for your turn in qualifying. The rain was heavy now, but you were told you still would do qualifying within the next few hours. It scared you a little, you had let to test the cars potential in these conditioned.
A little over 15 minutes later, the rain had slightly got lighter and you were told to get ready for your qualifying lap. You were positioned behind Lando, watching as he pulled out of the garage and turned to leave the pit.
“You’ll do good. Don’t worry about the rain.” Daniel tried to reassure you. He lowered his voice to a whisper and leaning into you. “Be careful, for you and baby please.”
You gave him a quick smile, “I will don’t worry.”
“I would prefer if you didn’t race.” He told you again.
“There’s two more races to go, I’m not even slightly showing yet.” You reassure him, placing a quick hand onto his shoulder before leaving to get into the F1 car.
You were now in the car, and in the 24th lap of qualifying. The rain had got heavier now, and it was getting hard for you to see 6 feet in front of you.
“Lando is very close to you. Be careful going forward in the rain. The spray from the cars is making it harder” you heard Paul in your ear.
“Yep.” You managed to spit back. You knew you were gaining and were close to sitting above the McLaren’s number 4. As you kept pushing the car to the limit, managing to keep up with the McLaren as he turned the corners.
You were now right up his arse, barely inches between the front wings of your car to his rear. Unknowingly to you both, there was a patch of water on the upcoming corner on probably the tightest parts of the track. It threw Lando’s car into the wall on the left, and while you managed to avoid being thrown, Lando’s mangled car smashed into the left of your car throwing you into the opposite barrier.
As the abandoned cars came to a stop, you let out a deep breathe, a sharp pain shot up your rib cage. You remained still as you put both arms by your side, leaning fully into the seat.
“Are you okay?!” Paul screamed through the radio.
You put out a thumbs up out there car, scared if speaking would hurt your sides more.
Meanwhile the race was red flagged and the drivers were now starting to catch up to the wreck.
“Daniel, Lando and Y/N have crashed ahead. Pretty bad, watch for the wreckage on the road.” Daniel’s radio rung through his ears.
“Is she okay?” He shouted back, instantly slowing down as he turned the corner, knowing the race would be restarted.
“She’s not got out of the car yet.”
“She’s fucking pregnant.” He screamed back, “Where are they on the track?”
You had now managed to get up, barely standing as stewards and medical staff ran over to the car. You looked over to see Lando getting out in the same fashion, him gripping to his elbow as you were your side.
“I’m good.” You finally managed to speak when you were out, attempting to get your helmet off as much as possible. The feeling of it being in made your feel like you were suffocating. You doubled over as you tried to regain your breathing.
You put your head up as you felt someone approach you, seeing Lando tower over you. He instantly pulled you into a hug, “Are you okay?” He whispers into your hair.
“My ribs are agony. Are you?”
He pulled back as you notice Vettle’s car to slow down beside you both. He sticks his thumbs out asking it you both were okay, you quickly give a nod as does Lando, before he drives off.
The safety car came, weaving past the wrecked cars to the both of you who were now positioned on the gravel. Lando helping you get off the ground by his hand. You were taken into the pit lane where you were met with the team who were all looking at you with concern and shock.
“Daniel ah- he said you were pregnant.” Your PR Kirsty said to you, as you watched the medical crew enter the garage.
“When?”
“When you crashed.” She responded. You went silent, unaware of what to say. Your hands went to your head as you avoided the eyes.
“Well this wasn’t how I planned to tell you all.” You admit, as the medics reached you.
“Yes I am pregnant, as much of you are probably aware but it is Daniel’s.” You start again, “If you want me to stop racing I will, but I’m that early that I wanted to finish the season.”
“We can talk about it once your checked out.” Kirsty smiled. “Congratulations your going to be a mummy.”
You were being checked out by paramedics, over on one of the chairs in the garage when you heard Daniel’s voice before you could see him.
“Where is she? Is she okay?”
“Daniel.” Paul called out to the entryway. Daniel was instantly in the room, running round your mangled car which was now back in the garage.
“Aw thank fuck.” You hear him say as he approached you taking you into a hug, placing a kiss onto your forehead.
“Be careful. My sides are sore.” You complained.
“Is baby okay?” He whispered.
“They know.” You confirmed, before he turned to face Kirsty and some of the team.
“Congratulations Daddy.” Kirsty smiled. Daniel’s grins as he looked down to your face, putting his lips to yours for some quick repeated kisses.
“I love you.” He whispered.
“I love you too.”
“You seem to be okay apart from your bruising on your sides, but I do still want to check you in hospital for baby.” The lead doctor told you, which you nodded in response. You knew and wanted this to be the case just to be sure.
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Baby turned out to be completely okay, and Renault decided that you were to stop racing for baby’s sake incase a repeat incident happened, and may have ended up worse.
You accepted it. You weren’t too happy to begin with, especially with there being a race left. You knew it was for the best for not only your health but the baby’s.
Sky Sports somehow managed to capture Daniel checking you over in the garage which confirmed everyone’s suspicions, however the response you both received on the news of your pregnancy was overwhelming. Thanks to Daniel’s radio, listening back to the commentators during that time was actually funny. They were so speechless, they didn’t know wether to comment on his words or the crash.
Everyone wished you well on the last race of the season as you still attended to support your now very public relationship.
