#f2 fluff

[spiderbeam]

JMM3: don’t make me wait forever

in the uncertain climb of formula 2, there’s always been one constant in pepe’s career.

pairing: pepe martí x engineering student!reader

contents: smau, friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, pining, romance/fluff, drinking/alcohol, slightly suggestive, isack hadjar and sebas montoya the chosen plot devices, casual use of spanish, top 3 most self indulgent fics i have ever written, title from the less i know the better

eve’s notes: dedicated to fellow pepe enthusiasts @tsunodaradio & @cinnamorussell <3

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pepemartiofficial Slowest lap Nabella Karting has ever seen 🥇

yourusername BOOOO 🍅🍅🍅 why do always have to expose me like this

sebasmontoya58 estuvo insoportable después de ganar?

yourusername HE WAS THE WORST

pepemartiofficial yourusername You’re such a liar 🙄👎

yourusername you lapped me nine times you ass

pepemartiofficial ???? And it could’ve been ten what’s your point

user1 okay jawline

isackhadjar so that’s why he canceled on me…

yourusername he likes me better :)

pepemartiofficial Skill issue

pepemartiofficial replied to your story

You have soooo many pictures of me why did you choose the one where I’m doing something boring :/

yourusername

i liked your smile in this one 😁

pepemartiofficial

Oh! Carry on then :)

you [ 2:14 PM ] : HELLOO EVERYONE

you [ 2:14 PM ] : how are we doing this fine morning 😁

pepe 🌟 [ 2:14 PM ] : It’s like 2 pm

pepe 🌟 [ 2:15 PM ] : Are you just waking up???

you [ 2:17 PM ] : how are we doing this fine afternoon 😁

sebas montoya 🤠 [ 2:17 PM ] : wait i forgot we had this gc

isack hadjar 🥷🏽 [ 2:17 ] : i’m not even with campos anymore??

you [ 2:18 PM ] : mr celebrity over here 🙄

you [ 2:18 PM ] : neither is seba but you don’t see him complaining

sebas montoya 🤠 [ 2:18 PM ] : yeah i was gonna say that

you [ 2:18 PM ] : anyways!!!!!

you [ 2:19 PM ] : i happened to notice we’re all in barcelona for the week

you [ 2:19 PM ] : soooo what do we think about meeting up at my place and hanging out for a bit? kinda miss seeing u all :(

isack hadjar 🥷🏽 [ 2:19 PM ] : yeah if pepe feels like sharing your time

you [ 2:20 PM ] : ??? what

pepe 🌟 [ 2:20 PM ] : Sure I’m down to meet

sebas montoya 🤠 [ 2:20 PM ] : well look who decided to come back!!!

isack hadjar 🥷🏽 [ 2:21 PM ] : thought you’d muted the gc with how quiet you got lmao

pepe 🌟 [ 2:21 PM ] : @ you Have we considered replacing dumb and dumber with Chloe and Arvid?

you [ 2:22 PM ] : i had not!!!!

you [ 2:22 PM ] : chloe recently added me to her close friends on ig so it’s a trade i’m willing to make 😌

sebas montoya 🤠 [ 2:23 PM ] : yo you’re the one that decided to revive this dead gc

you [ 2:23 PM ] : yeah

you [ 2:24 PM ] : that’s why i’m the glue of the friend group :D

sebas montoya 🤠 [ 2:24 PM ] : we’re more coworkers if anything

sebas montoya 🤠 [ 2:24 PM ] : workplace acquaintances actually

isack hadjar 🥷🏽 [ 2:24 PM ] : i don’t even work with you guys anymore

you [ 2:25 PM ] : wowww

pepe 🌟 [ 2:25 PM ] : You get promoted to f1 ONCE and suddenly you’re too famous for the rest of us peasants

isack hadjar 🥷🏽 [ 2:25 PM ] : that’s not what i said at all??

you [ 2:25 PM ] : @ pepe 🌟 barely halfway through the season and he already has a big head 😔

pepe 🌟 [ 2:26 PM ] : HUGE head

isack hadjar 🥷🏽 [ 2:26 PM ] : ayo???? 😭

sebas montoya 🤠 [ 2:26 PM ] : @ you @ pepe 🌟well that’s no way to talk to your ex work acquaintance 💔

you [ 2:27 PM ] : work acquaintances my ass

you [ 2:27 PM ] : look at those chubby cheeks 🥰

sebas montoya 🤠 [ 2:27 PM ] : WHERE DID YOU GET THAT

sebas montoya 🤠 [ 2:27 PM ] : @ pepe 🌟 WHY WOULD YOU GIVE HER THAT

pepe 🌟 [ 2:28 PM ] : She asked nicely :)

isack hadjar 🥷🏽 [ 2:28 PM ] : of course

sebas montoya 🤠 [ 2:29 PM ] : can you like TRY not to fold like a cheap plastic lawn chair for ONCE in your life

you [ 2:30 PM ] : oh i have more where that came from

sebas montoya 🤠 [ 2:30 PM ] : STOP DONT

sebas montoya 🤠 [ 2:30 PM ] : the two of you are a menace to my career and my image

pepe 🌟 [ 2:31 PM ] : You mean this image

sebas montoya 🤠 [ 2:31 PM ] : eres un arrodillado de mierda josep maría

pepe 🌟 [ 2:32 PM ] : ?? No tengo idea qué significa eso

sebas montoya 🤠 [ 2:32 PM ] : IT MEANS YOU’RE WORSE THAN THE CHEAPEST FUCKING LAWN CHAIR MARTÍ

sebas montoya 🤠 [ 2:32 PM ] : @ isack hadjar 🥷🏽 bro help me out 😭😭

isack hadjar 🥷🏽 [ 2:33 PM ] : do NOT drag me into this

isack hadjar 🥷🏽 [ 2:33 PM ] : i don’t wanna see the pictures she has of me

you [ 2:33 PM ] : good call hadjar :)

you [ 2:35 PM ] : soo monday at my place? 😁😁

isack hadjar 🥷🏽 [ 2:35 PM ] : 👍

pepe 🌟 [ 2:35 PM ] : Yep

sebas montoya 🤠 [ 2:36 PM ] : i hate all of you

you [ 2:36 PM ] :

— sebas montoya 🤠 has left the chat

sebasmontoya58 replied to pepemartioffical’s story

LMAOOOO IS THIS YOUR ATTEMPT AT A THIRST TRAP oh my god i’m crying

pepemartiofficial

🖕🖕🖕 Que te jodan

isackhadjar replied to pepemartiofficial’s story

pepe mate surely there are better ways to go about this ☠️

pepemartiofficial

I have no idea what you’re talking about

isackhadjar

🤨 uh huh did she at least reply?

you replied to pepemartiofficial’s story

don’t ask me the color of anything

pepemartiofficial

What Is this like a reference I don’t get

yourusername

oh it’s nothing 😇 just put a shirt on jesus christ

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f2fanpage are we in agreement 🇪🇸

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user1 YEP YEP YEP

user2 i have never had an original thought in my life

user3 PAUSE why did pepe’s engineer friend like this 😭😭

user4 being friends w pepe doesn’t mean she’s blind?????

notisackhadjar @pepemartiofficial hey so funny story……………

you [ 11:16 PM ] : are you guys on your way

you [ 11:16 PM ] : doors close at 11:45 sharp

you [ 11:16 PM ] : if you’re late you’re out

isack hadjar 🥷🏽 [ 11:17 PM ] : on my way 🥷🏽

pepe 🌟 [ 11:17 PM ] : Yes ma’am 🫡

sebas montoya 🤠 [ 11:18 PM ] : she’s got you well trained

sebas montoya 🤠 [ 11:18 PM ] : are you gonna roll over like a good boy too?

pepe 🌟 [ 11:19 PM ] : Que te folle un pez

you [ 11:19 PM ] : sebas if you’re running late i swear

sebas montoya 🤠 [ 11:20 PM ] : i’m not late

sebas montoya 🤠 [ 11:20 PM ] : i’m just fashionably not on time

you [ 11:20 PM ] : SEBAS

sebas montoya 🤠 [ 11:20 PM ] : I’M GONNA GET THERE ON TIME

sebas montoya 🤠 [ 11:21 PM ] : I PROMISE 🫵

you [ 11:21 PM ] : put that thing away

sebas montoya 🤠 [ 11:21 PM ] : SORRY 👊

you [ 6:31 AM ] : send me your location and lmk when you get home x

pepe 🌟 [ 6:31 AM ] : 📍 Live Location

pepe 🌟 [ 6:31 AM ] : The uber’s name is Roberto

pepe 🌟 [ 6:32 AM ] : He doesn’t look really serial killery to me tbh

you [ 6:32 PM ] : good news then!!

you [ 6:32 AM ] : i had a really great time tonight

pepe 🌟 [ 6:32 AM ] : Me too :)

pepe 🌟 [ 6:32 AM ] : I always have a great time whenever I’m with you

pepe 🌟 [ 6:40 AM ] : Did you fall asleep?

pepe 🌟 [ 6:40 AM ] : You’re supposed to be tracking that Roberto doesn’t brutally murder me on the way home

you [ 6:41 AM ] : no no i’m here

you [ 6:41 AM ] : just thinking

pepe 🌟 [ 6:41 AM ] : About?

you [ 6:41 AM ] : whether i should say something really stupid

pepe 🌟 [ 6:42 AM ] : Well I think that between the four of us we’ve said plenty of stupid things tonight

pepe 🌟 [ 6:42 AM ] : What’s one more?

you [ 6:42 AM ] : okay so um

you [ 6:42 AM ] : god this is so embarrassing

you [ 6:42 AM ] : before you left.

you [ 6:42 AM ] : i kind of was dying to kiss you

you [ 6:43 AM ] : just a little bit

pepe 🌟 [ 6:43 AM ] : Para para donts ay thabt asdddddddddd

 you [ 6:44 AM ] : pepe?

pepe 🌟 [ 6:44 AM ] : Sorry sorry sorry I dropped my phone

pepe 🌟 [ 6:44 AM ] : Roberto and I are going back now

you [ 6:44 AM ] : ??? what

pepe 🌟 [ 6:44 AM ] : To your flat

pepe 🌟 [ 6:45 AM ] : Cause I was really dying to kiss you too

sebas montoya 🤠 [ 10:21 AM ] : okay everyone who’s alive please status report

isack hadjar 🥷🏽 [ 10:23 AM ] : what the fuck did i drink

isack hadjar 🥷🏽 [ 10:23 AM ] : i feel like death

sebas montoya 🤠 [ 10:24 AM ] : the real question is what didn’t you drink

sebas montoya 🤠 [ 10:24 AM ] : hasta el agua del florero te tomaste

isack hadjar 🥷🏽 [ 10:25 AM ] : no hablo espanol

isack hadjar 🥷🏽 [ 10:25 AM ] : also just out of curiosity did i get ran over

isack hadjar 🥷🏽 [ 10:25 AM ] : ??

sebas montoya 🤠 [ 10:26 AM ] : that’s just what an entire bottle of fireball will do to you

sebas montoya 🤠 [ 10:28 AM ] : yo are you guys alive or not @ you @ pepe 🌟

isack hadjar 🥷🏽 [ 10:29 AM ] : what are the chances they got alcohol poisoning and died in her living room

sebas montoya 🤠 [ 10:30 AM ] : HELLO @ you @ pepe 🌟

isack hadjar 🥷🏽 [ 10:31 AM ] : is it that bad

sebas montoya 🤠 [ 10:33 AM ] : HELLOOOOOO ?????????? @ you @ pepe 🌟

isack hadjar 🥷🏽 [ 10:35 AM ] : pepe i know you keep your alerts on bc you’re a freak

isack hadjar 🥷🏽 [ 10:35 AM ] : you’re gonna give sebas a heart attack

isack hadjar 🥷🏽 [ 10:36 AM ] : just give any sign that you’re alive n u can go back to sleep

sebas montoya 🤠 [ 10:37 AM ] : i’m driving to his place

pepe 🌟 [ 10:40 AM ] : Hi

pepe 🌟 [ 10:40 AM ] : I’m not at my place

isack hadjar 🥷🏽 [ 10:42 AM ] : pepe i need you to be honest with me

isack hadjar 🥷🏽 [ 10:42 AM ] : did you pass out on the street

isack hadjar 🥷🏽 [ 10:43 AM ] : if you did we wont judge

sebas montoya 🤠 [ 10:43 AM ] : WELL maybe we’ll judge a little

isack hadjar 🥷🏽 [ 10:43 AM ] : yeah maybe a little

pepe 🌟 [ 10:44 AM ] : ????? I did not pass out on the street

sebas montoya 🤠 [ 10:45 AM ] : okay great cause i was gonna judge you a LOT

isack hadjar 🥷🏽 [ 10:46 AM ] : where are you?????

isack hadjar 🥷🏽 [ 10:46 AM ] : also has anyone checked on y/n????

pepe 🌟 [ 10:46 AM ] : She’s fine

sebas montoya 🤠 [ 10:47 AM ] : now how would YOU know

pepe 🌟 [ 10:48 AM ] : Uhhhh about that

you [ 10:48 AM ] :

isack hadjar 🥷🏽 [ 10:50 AM ] : fucking finally

sebas montoya 🤠 [ 10:51 AM ] : WOW WARNING

sebas montoya 🤠 [ 10:51 AM ] : did you guys fuck

pepe 🌟 [ 10:51 AM ] : WHAT

you [ 10:51 AM ] : NO

you [ 10:52 AM ] : we just made out a little

you [ 10:52 AM ] : maybe more than a little :)

pepe 🌟 [ 10:52 AM ] : DONT TELL HIM THAT

sebas montoya 🤠 [ 10:52 AM ] : I DID NOT NEED TO KNOW THAT???

isack hadjar 🥷🏽 [ 10:53 AM ] : i’m going back to bed

you [ 10:53 AM ] : he’s a reaaaally good kisser @ seba montoya 🤠

you [ 10:53 AM ] : he’s also blushing a lot rn

— sebas montoya 🤠 has left the chat!

eve’s notes: really really random but fun fact!! that last confession was actually based on how two of my favorite singers (duki & emilia) confessed to each other 😁

also i don’t think sebas and isack have ever interacted on camera but idc i wanted them both in this that’s the beauty of fanfiction!!!!! && lastly this fic turned out so wildly different from what i had planned that maybe i’ll do more pepe fics in the future :)

[tsunodaradio]

gold-skinned, eager baby ⛐ 𝐉𝐌𝟑

an off-shoot of @cinnamorussell’s that’s the way it goes bandverse ⸻ you tell yourself you’re just here to manage the chaos, but your heart’s already keeping tempo.

ꔮ starring: lead singer!pepe martí x band manager!reader. ꔮ word count: 3.1k. ꔮ includes: romance, friendship. alternate universe: non-f1, alternate universe: university. mention of alcohol. idiots in love, pining!!!, mentions of f1a girls. title is from touch tank by quinnie. ꔮ commentary box: birdy & i have been working behind the scenes on bandverse for monthsss, and while their work is centered on our beloved rookie ‘25—featuring the 2025 rookie class!!! REQUIRED READING, READ IT NOW!!!—i wanted to take a crack at the band on the other side of the stage. i had visceral images of pepe covering this song & got dizzy as hell. ouuu r25 and fw, you are our shaylas. this is entirely self-indulgent, but i also send all my love to fellow pepe enthusiast  @spiderbeam 🎤 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Like most Friday nights, tonight smells like beer, sweat, and somebody’s bad decisions. You’re standing near the stage, clipboard in hand, pretending you have your life together while watching the band set up for soundcheck.

Rafaela is the first disaster of the evening. She’s perched on an amp like a caffeinated parrot, arguing with the sound tech about whether her pedalboard ‘has a spiritual connection’ to the venue’s electricity. Her hair is an electric halo, her eyeliner war paint, and her guitar strap covered in glittery stickers spelling out things like GIRL POWER and CAUTION: NEW DRIVER. You once described her as a fire hazard with perfect pitch, and she thanked you. 

Chloe, the keyboardist, is her opposite. A human spreadsheet wrapped in thrifted sweaters. She’s currently aligning her synth cables by color while muttering about MIDI latency. She has a calm, nerdy energy that grounds the band’s chaos, though she’s been known to throw hands if someone messes with her meticulously labeled USB drive named Bachstreet Boys.

Then there’s Amna, the drummer-slash-content creator, who’s been filming B-roll of the crowd since she arrived. She’s got the kind of smile that belongs in a skincare ad and the kind of arms that make the drumsticks look like toys. Every time she posts a drum solo on TikTok, the band’s follower count spikes, and so do your blood pressure levels.

You’re mentally tallying up the odds of everything going wrong when the final member steps onto the stage.

Pepe Marti.

He’s wearing that casual confidence like a leather jacket, grinning as if the stage was built for him. The girls stop their bickering the moment he picks up the mic. Partly because it’s time to play, partly because Pepe has that effect on people. He flashes a look toward you, a small salute with the mic, and the corner of your mouth betrays you with a smile.

“Good evening, everybody,” he says, his voice smooth and teasing through the speakers. “We’re Formula Weekend—there’s no math involved, though. Unless you count how many times Rafaela’s gonna break a string tonight.”

Rafaela flips him off affectionately. The crowd laughs.

Pepe paces a little, looking too at home under the lights. “I’m Pepe, the only guy in this band, which basically means I’m living every teenage boy’s dream and every feminist’s nightmare. But don’t worry, these ladies keep me in line.” 

“Barely,” Amna calls from behind the kit.

Chloe adjusts her keyboard stand with surgical precision. “We’ve got graphs that prove it.”

Pepe laughs, that effortless kind that pulls the crowd in, and turns to you briefly before facing the mic again. “Let’s make some noise, yeah?”

The first chord hits, loud and alive, the kind of sound that drowns thought. The lights flare, Rafaela’s hair whips in rhythm, Chloe’s synth hums like electricity, and Amna’s sticks come down like thunder. Through it all, Pepe’s voice cuts clean, easy, magnetic.

You tell yourself you’re just here to manage the chaos, but your heart’s already keeping tempo.

You’re watching all of them, clipboard pressed to your chest like it’s armor, pretending you’re calm. You are not calm. Pepe’s at the mic again, fingers tapping against the stand in that restless way he does when he’s fighting the urge to say something unserious. He loses the fight.

“So,” he says, flashing a grin that could power a small village, “we’ve got a five-track setlist tonight. The girls let me pick one song. Just one.”

The crowd chuckles. Rafaela shouts, “And we almost vetoed that too!” without looking up from her tuning.

Pepe feigns a wounded gasp. “Yeah, democracy is alive and well in Formula Weekend. I get one vote, they get three.”

Amna leans toward her mic. “It’s because your taste is suspicious, Pepe,” she sing-songs. 

“Suspiciously good,” he fires back. 

The crowd laughs again, softer this time, warming to him. You can still feel it. The tension, the subtle weight of every gaze that lingers a bit too long on him. The way some people whisper, the small smirks, the unspoken question hovering like humidity: What’s he doing here?

You brace yourself for the shift that always comes after that question.

Chloe glances up at him, gives the smallest nod. Rafaela rolls her shoulders, ready. Amna counts them in with a stick click that slices through the noise. The first notes bloom, warm and woozy, and the crowd’s talking cuts out like someone flipped a switch.

Pepe leans into the mic, voice low and unhurried. “Cancelled a hot hipster threesome for you ’cause I preach a freedom, but you’re a fucking great excuse.”

It’s disarming, the way his accent rounds the vowels, softens the edges, turns the line into something flirtatious instead of defiant. Rafaela grins mid-riff; Chloe’s eyes flick up in quiet amusement. You can feel the energy turn, slow and deliberate, like the air itself deciding to listen.

The crowd’s judgment melts into something else. Curiosity, maybe. Awe, definitely. You watch as the girl in the front row, the one who was whispering a minute ago, drops her phone a little and just stares.

By the second line, it’s not Pepe versus the band. It’s Formula Weekend, in sync, magnetic. The noise of the bar folds into the rhythm, the lights catch in the haze, and for a second, you forget to pretend you don’t care.

You’re smiling. Again.

The crowd, once buzzing and half-distracted, leans in, the air growing thick with the kind of attention that can’t be faked. The lights wash the stage in syrupy amber, catching on Rafaela’s glittered strap, on the curve of Amna’s drumsticks, on Chloe’s hair as she moves. But it’s Pepe that centers it all. He doesn’t need to demand the room; he just takes it, quietly, effortlessly.

His voice dips into the next verse, smooth and almost lazy: “’Cause he’s so pretty when he goes down on me, gold-skinned eager baby, blue shirt out the laundry.”

There’s a quick, collective inhale from the crowd, the sound of shock and thrill colliding. Someone whistles. Someone else whoops. A few guys near the bar shout things that don’t deserve to be repeated, but Pepe doesn’t flinch. He never does. He just leans into the mic, a grin ghosting his lips, eyes half-lidded like he’s savoring every word.

Rafaela doesn’t miss a beat, grinning like she’s in on the joke. Chloe’s fingers dance across the keys with deliberate grace, grounding the moment. Amna’s drumming grows sharper, louder, daring anyone to talk over them again.

Your clipboard has become useless—a prop for pretending you have control over any of this. You watch him, trying to keep your expression neutral, though your pulse betrays you.

Then he looks at you.

Not a passing glance, not an accidental flicker. He finds you in the crowd like it’s muscle memory, like the lyric was meant to be sung to you and you alone.

His eyes stay on yours as he sings, softer now, almost tender: “He tells me he’s gentle when he wants to be... so I think he wants to be gentle with me.”

It’s stupid how much you feel it. The intimacy of it. The crowd is still there—cheering, laughing, filming—but for that one impossible moment, it’s just the two of you suspended in light and sound. You should look away. You don’t.

Pepe’s smile shifts—small, knowing—and then he looks back to the mic, letting the next line pull him away. You breathe again, or at least you try to.

The rest of the set unspools in a blur of lights and laughter, the kind of beautiful chaos that feels choreographed by luck. The crowd is fully in it now. Bodies swaying, drinks sloshing, a chorus of off-key voices shouting along. Rafaela is in her element, shredding through a Chappell Roan cover. Chloe’s synths melt and shimmer under her fingers, eyes closed, lost somewhere in her own rhythm over the boygenius cover. Amna’s drumming holds it all together, steady but smug, like she knows she’s the backbone of every good thing happening tonight.

And Pepe—of course it comes back to him. His voice dips into Frank Ocean’s Forrest Gump, that unmistakable blend of velvet and ache. You know this one was his pick. It’s written all over the way he sings it, half confession, half prayer. The girls teased him for choosing it, but no one’s teasing now. The crowd is quiet, reverent almost, letting him spin the last few notes into something that hangs in the air long after it’s done.

The lights dim. The cheers rise. It’s over.

You push your way backstage before the first drunk fan can corner them for selfies. Your clipboard is crooked under your arm, and your bag of bottled water feels like a peace offering.

Rafaela sees you first, hair sticking to her forehead, eyeliner smudged into something rockstar chic. “Manager of the year!” she declares, reaching for a bottle. “Did we sound hot or really hot?”

“You sounded like you might actually know what you’re doing,” you say, and she laughs as if it’s the highest praise imaginable.

Chloe takes her bottle next, muttering thanks while already cataloguing every minor imperfection out loud. “I hit that bridge half a beat early. You heard that, right?”

“Nope,” you lie. “Flawless.”

Amna’s phone is already in her hand, a notification pinging from somewhere. “The TikTok clip’s going to blow up,” she says. “Pepe’s intro for touch tank? That’s going viral. I’m calling it.”

You groan. “Please don’t say ‘viral’ in front of me. It gives me hives.”

She just grins, all teeth and trouble. “That’s just your anxiety speaking.”

Pepe is slower to come offstage, always is. Takes his time wrapping the mic cord, chatting with a tech, running a hand through his hair in that careless way that somehow looks planned. When he finally walks over, the others are still buzzing, their voices overlapping. He doesn’t say anything at first. He just reaches for the last water bottle, the condensation slick against your fingers when they brush.

“Good show,” you manage, too casual to be casual.

He grins, a little too eager to be cool. “You think so?”

“I think the crowd didn’t boo, and you didn’t fall off the stage. That’s two wins.”

Pepe laughs, low and genuine. “I’ll take it.” 

The air feels thick again, like the music never actually stopped. Before you can think of something smart to say, Rafaela throws an arm around both of you, gestures towards the bar’s photographer, and yells, “Group photo!” 

The tension snaps like a string, replaced by a tangle of limbs and laughter. The flash goes off. Everyone’s smiling.

You, maybe a little too much.

The photo barely saves before Rafaela’s already yelling for another round of water. “We’re parched, boss!” she says, collapsing onto a nearby stool. Amna throws an empty bottle dramatically into the air; it lands on Chloe’s lap.

Chloe sighs. “We’re out, aren’t we?”

You look into the bag—empty. A tragic sight. “You downed the last of it.”

Rafaela clutches her chest like you’ve betrayed her. “You’re telling me we shredded that hard, and you didn’t restock hydration?”

“I didn’t realize I was managing a small army of camels,” you shoot back.

Amna props her chin on her drumsticks. “We could just grab some from the bar.”

The collective noise that follows is a symphony of horror. “No,” Chloe says flatly. “Their water tastes like regret.”

“And backwash,” Rafaela adds.

“Plus they charge obscene amounts,” Amna concedes. “For tap.”

You exhale, already resigned. “Fine. I’ll go get some.”

Rafaela waves you off with an exaggerated flourish. “Our hero!”

Before you can grab your jacket, Pepe speaks up. “I’ll come,” he says, already scrambling to his feet. 

You turn. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to.” He smiles. “I owe the team hydration.”

Amna whistles. “Take care of our fearless leader, Pepito!”

You pretend not to hear that as you both slip out the back door into the night.

The air outside is a relief. Cooler, quieter, touched with the smell of rain that never quite happened. The bar’s neon hum fades behind you as you walk, the world shrinking to the soft rhythm of shoes against pavement. Pepe hums under his breath, probably still half in setlist mode.

The 7-Eleven sign glows ahead. Divine intervention. “Romantic, isn’t it?” you say. “You, me, fluorescent lighting, and the promise of electrolytes.”

He laughs, hands tucked into his pockets. “This is what they don’t show in rock documentaries.”

“You mean the part where the lead singer buys bottled water for his band because the manager’s too responsible for their own good?”

“Exactly that.” He glances at you, eyes bright even in the flicker of passing headlights. “You make it sound heroic.”

Inside, the store is all about the artificial life. White lights, stale scents. You grab an armful of water bottles while Pepe insists on getting extra snacks. “For morale,” he insists, holding up a pack of instant noodles.

“We don’t have the budget,” you say, “or any budget at all, in fact.” 

“I think we can spare six dollars. As a little treat.” 

“You ask for a little treat at every gig.” 

“And I carry all your bags.”  

Somehow, it feels like a fair trade. You pay, he insists on carrying the purchases, and when you step back out into the night, the silence between you trills with something unspoken. Comfortable, careful, and a little bit electric. The world feels smaller again, like the universe has rearranged just enough to fit two people, a bag of water, and everything neither of you are ready to say yet.

The walk back takes twice as long as it should. Not because the bags are heavy, but because neither of you seem in a hurry to return to the noise again. The street is half-lit, quiet in that way campus roads get after midnight—crickets, the hum of distant traffic, the faint shuffle of your shoes against cracked pavement. Somewhere far off, a car door slams, a dog barks, and it all feels like background music to something you’re not sure you want to name.

You end up stopping under a lamppost that hasn’t given up yet. It throws a soft yellow ring around you both, catching on the condensation of the bottles, the sheen of sweat still at the back of your neck, the crooked grin on Pepe’s face. The bag rustles between you as he shifts it from one hand to the other, the plastic squeaking. The light makes his hair look gold at the edges. It’s stupidly cinematic.

“You really didn’t have to come,” you say, breaking the silence first. “I’m perfectly capable of buying overpriced water alone.”

He grins, that easy, unbothered grin that has no right to exist at this hour. “Yeah, but then who would make sure you didn’t run off with the 7-Eleven cashier?”

You roll your eyes. “That’s generous. You think I’m someone people flirt with at convenience stores.”

“I think people flirt with you,” he says, then he amends: “People notice you.”  

It’s casual, tossed out like a joke, but it lands too softly to be one. You look away. The lamplight makes everything too visible. The outline of your shoulders, the faint pink in your cheeks, the way you suddenly don’t know what to do with your hands.

He kicks the toe of his shoe against the curb, watching the pebble skid away before glancing back at you. “You didn’t answer me seriously earlier. Did you actually like the set?”

You shrug, pretending you have better things to analyze than your heartbeat. “It was good. The quinnie cover was hit.”

“Only because you like pretending you don’t like my voice.”

“Please. You sound like a heartbreak wrapped in a Spanish accent. It’s very manipulative.”

He laughs, low and real, the kind that sits in your chest after it’s gone. “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s said to me tonight.”

There’s a beat of silence. The sound of the streetlight’s buzz fills it, and you realize you don’t actually want to ruin it with words.

Then, because you’re an idiot with poor impulse control, you blurt out, “You didn’t change the pronouns.”

He looks up. “Didn’t feel like I needed to.” 

His tone is even, steady, but something glints in his eyes. Something deliberate. He shifts closer, just slightly. “People get weird about that. But it’s just a song.” A pause. “Or it was supposed to be.”

You try to laugh, but it comes out too thin. You don’t know if he means just a song or just a feeling. The difference blurs somewhere between your ribs. 

So gentle when he wants to be. 

He reaches into the bag, grabs a bottle, and hands it to you. His fingers brush yours—brief, careful, maybe accidental, maybe not. The touch lingers like the echo of a lyric. “Thanks for managing us,” he says, voice quieter now, weighted with something that doesn’t need a name. “Even when we’re impossible.”

“That’s generous.” You snort softly. “I don’t actually manage any of you, Pepe.”

He tilts his head. “You do. Maybe not the chaos, maybe not the girls all of the time. But… uh, me. You manage me.”

You should deflect, crack a joke, say something sharp enough to cut through this moment before it melts too much. But you don’t. Instead, you stand there, two idiots under a lamplight, holding water bottles like talismans, pretending this isn’t exactly what it looks like.

A moth flutters dangerously close to the bulb above, drawn to the heat. Pepe’s smile shifts—small, secretive, like he’s thinking something you’d want to know but he won’t say yet. The air between you feels stretched thin.

He breaks it first. “We should probably head back.”

You nod, but your feet stay still. Neither of you move. The silence fills back in, patient, soft, like the universe is giving you one more second before something changes.

He glances at you again, eyes glinting with something too delicate to be friendly. “You’ll tell me if I ever sing something that’s too much, right?” he asks. 

You smile. “That’s assuming you’ll ever stop being too much.”

He laughs, the sound easing into the hum of the world that goes on around you. “Am I too much for you?” The world holds its breath.

There’s only really one answer to that question. 

“Not at all,” you say. “You’re just enough.” 

Both you and Pepe have to bite back a smile. ⛐

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✦ THE BOY IS MINE, O. BEARMAN

is where you're in a mission to prove that ollie is yours, but little did you know that he's also going to do the same to prove that you are his.

fc: pdm.clara on instagram

taglist: @queenofmanydreams @muglermami @4limq @avengers-assemble123456 @cabbyhabs @meowtastick @4mula-1 @miarabanana @amel1ee @dinosushilun1 @auggieblogs @namgification @charli123456789 @cherry-piee

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TWITTER, AROUND 2 HOURS AFTER HIS POST ON INSTAGRAM:

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HER POSTS BEFORE MARCH 2024:

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TWITTER:

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BARBIE | ob3

SOCIAL MEDIA!AU ollie bearman x fem!actress!reader

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user4 OLLIE? ⤷ user5 ollie the rizzler

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user7 let's just get them at spa!!

yourusername maybe you just need a lucky charm by your side? ⤷ olliebearman maybe i do ;)

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user10 still proud of you!

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olliebearman does this barbie need a ken? ⤷ yourusername are you kenough to handle a barbie like me?

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[lecsainz]

SOFT LAUNCH

˒ ⌕ masterlist

parings: ollie bearman x wolff!reader

summary: where you are the daughter of toto wolff and date ollie bearman.

an: this one was in my drafts since july 😳

type: fluff ಇ

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yn_wolff I think it's a soft launch 🤷🏻‍♀️

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paularon_ do you think so?

↳ yn_wolff I do!

kimi.antonelli he's been smiling like a fool for half an hour already

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↳ yn_wolff BECAUSE YOU CAN'T KEEP QUIET

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↳ yn_wolff OMG absolutely!!! ↳ arthur_leclerc no. because me and 🧍🏻 will be third-wheeling for you two 😭 ↳ yn_wolff what the hell is 🧍🏻 ↳ arthur_leclerc I won't reveal who your secret boy is! ↳ yn_wolff oh god, arthur!

[httpiastri]

favorites – pa17

genre: fluff, suggestive

pairing: paul aron x reader

warnings: mentions of 18+ stuff but it's pretty lowkey

word count: 1k

author's note: sleepy paul <33 forever in my heart <3<3 aaaaa this started out as me just praising paul's eyes and then his entire face and just.... yea idk im kinda obsessed. hope you enjoy and that this maybe can cheer you up from these last few races :)

3k celly l f2/f3 masterlist

paul aron is a pretty sleeper.

well, he is pretty at all times. after a race, cheeks flushed and hair messier than ever; curled up on the sofa with five blankets wrapped around him, the flu making his eyes all droopy; and maybe especially when he's standing on the top step of a podium, cap perched on his head and giant smile adorning his lips.

but even when he's asleep, lips slightly parted and nose scrunching up every once in a while, paul looks like god's most stunning creation. he's not just pretty, he's beautiful, with the type of boyish charm that can make any girl swoon.

back in the day, he adored the attention. nowadays, he only needs you to swoon, thankfully.

his light blonde curls are still tousled from the number of times your hands went through them last night, the feeling of his soft strands still lingering on your fingers. his face is so peaceful, a stark contrast to how concentrated it was a mere few hours ago when you were writhing beneath him as he whispered sweet praises into your ear.

the memory of yesterday makes a shiver shoot through your spine. it's your favorite way of getting ready to sleep; there's no better way to tire out than to spend some time with your needy boyfriend who's just come back from a triple header.

however, this is paul's favorite way of waking up.

the first thing he wants in the morning isn't coffee or a good bagel. it's to feel your legs tangled with his, your skin rubbing against his, your fingers intertwined with his. he doesn't really enjoy the sun shining in through the creak in your blinds, though.

"turn off the damn sun..."

the words lure out a sweet laugh from you, eyes fluttering closed for a moment as you relax further into your pillow. "can't really do that," you tell him with a shrug. "sorry, love."

paul groans – at you or the sun, you aren't sure, but the grumble that vibrates in his chest sounds a little like a frustrated whine, and you have to hold back another giggle. despite his sweet looks, he's a grumpy little thing in the morning; a fact you know better than anyone else. "not fair," he huffs. his accent is always a little stronger, a little thicker when he's just woken up, paired with the very melodious and dramatic tone he often uses which always manages to bring out a smile on your lips. "'m really tired..."

you hum in response. it wasn't too long ago that you both finally fell asleep, after all. when he lets out a sigh and finally opens his eyes, your heart skips a beat. or two. or five.

paul's eyes are your favorite things in the world.

they always have been. since the moment they first met yours, you haven't been able to look away. it's not just a common blue – one day, they've stolen the deep color of the ocean, and the next, they've mimicked the light blue sky of a sweet summer day.

they're especially hard to tear your gaze from since they remind you of so many things you love. the waves by the sea you used to visit when you were younger; the dark rain clouds covering the sky during a cozy storm; blueberry-flavored candy, blue raspberry sour patch kids, bubblegum cotton candy. sometimes even a purple nebula, giving birth to butterflies in your stomach instead of stars in space.

even half-lidded like this, sleep still clear in his gaze, his eyes are enough to send goosebumps all across your skin. the effect he has on you is just not fair.

"how are you even already so awake?" he questions, his tone complaining as if there's a personal vendetta against you not being as sleep-deprived as him. you shake your head, letting go of his hand to instead let yours graze his cheek.

"i've been awake for a while now," you say, watching as he pushes his head against your hand like a cat seeking physical attention, letting out a soft hum when your hand slips past his jaw and lands on the back of his neck.

"doing what?" he raises an eyebrow, albeit clumsily as he's still too tired to control his face properly.

his arm drapes over your waist, his large hand finding the small of your back before lazily tracing up and down your spine. "watching you."

"i can't tell if that's kinky or only creepy."

you scoff, tone growing defensive. "how would that be kinky?"

"i never know with you." paul gently pulls you closer so that you're flush against his chest, making it easier for him to bury his face into the crook of your neck. he inhales slowly, drinking in your scent, before letting out a sigh, his exhale tickling the bare skin of your collarbone. "you still smell of me, you know."

"wouldn't be surprised if the whole room smells of us..." his lips begin a journey upwards, trailing kisses all the way from the sensitive skin between your shoulder and collarbone to the underside of your jaw, before stopping to nibble on your earlobe. his callused palm caresses the skin of your naked back, before sliding down to your ass, squeezing it gently.

your eyes close again, body basking in the feeling of his lips and hands working in perfect synchronization. despite how awake you said you were, it's far too early for wherever this is headed. you call out his name once, then twice, but the sole difference is that his hand moves down to trail along your thighs.

the only thing you can think of is tilting your head down to meet his lips, your toes curling at the passion with which he's kissing you so even early in the morning. his tongue is already begging for access to your mouth, fingertips grazing the inside of your thighs and leaving you squirming under his touch.

it's all so perfect, exactly like it always is; with him pressed up so close not even a single atom could fit between you, with you finding no reason not to give in.

hips pressed against hips, chests against chests, mouths against mouths. your favorite place, your favorite feeling,

your favorite person.

[f1smutwriter]

i very much so planned on staying anonymous but the arthur fic was just toooo good so this is the anon that requested it and i loved it. but anyway i can’t stop imagining ollie bearman with a short reader (im 5’2 so he’s literally a whole foot taller than me) maybe they’re teammates in prema and everyone’s always joking about their height difference. you can take this in literally any direction i feel like there’s no wrong answers. if you wanted to make it spicy maybe he has a size kink and nobody knows they’re fueling his chaos

| 𝐀 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 (𝐨𝐛𝟑𝟖)

★ :: 𝐎𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

★ : 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 :: Ollie has a “thing“ for his short friend but its a bit more then a thing.

★ : 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 :: SMUT!, size kink, foreplay, dom x sub situation, teasing, unprotected sex )girl just don,t), dirty talk like nasty, overstimulation, petnames )my little girl, good little girl, etc), a bit of a daddy kink )I’M SORRY), oral )fem rec a lot), edging, breeding kink, fluff

★ : 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 :: I feel like the warnings are an unhealthy amount. Anyways, Hope you like it girly!

★:𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭:★

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“Gosh did you get shorter or what” Arthur joked with me making me roll my eyes before I smile. “Shut up you act like you’re so much taller” I say while smiling softly making him lean his elbow on my head. “And here comes the giant himself” they said making Ollie roll his eyes, before turning to me and smiling.

“I swear you guys are childish” Ollie said before come over to me and hugging me from behind a bit. “Gosh you guys are perfect for each other, you’re short and you’re tall” Arthur joked making Ollie squeeze my hips slightly making me jump a bit. “Alright me and Y/n got to go get ready for training” Ollie rolled his eyes before grabbing me and walking to our garage. Once we went to our shared drivers room I get dragged into his lap.

“Ollie w-what a-are you doing” I asked but then I gasped when I feel him move my hips a bit. “Ssshh baby, I know you want it” he whispered making me move my clothed cunt on his thigh. “W-we c-can’t” I whined out as I feel his knee bump my clit perfectly. All he did was chuckle when he heard that as he squeezed my tits.

“Gosh you’re so small baby, my good little girl huh” he whispered in my ear making me moaned softly as I feel his fingers pinching my nipples through my shirt. “Ollie please need more” I whined out making him slowly unbuckle my pants. “Lift up there pretty hips baby” he muttered up his breath making me listen.

As my lower half of my body completely bare, he just stares at me with pure lust in my eyes. “Fuck the prettiest pussy I’ve seen” he whispered while rubbing my clit making me cry out. “I want you to sit on my face can you do that” He asked me softly making me look at him in pure horror.

“N-no no what if I hurt you” I say a bit scared not wanting to hurt him, but all I see was a smirk on his face before he holds my hips. “I need all of you okay baby, sit on my face” he said reassuringly making me calm down a bit. All I did was hover over his face scared to hurt him, but he didn’t like it so he grabbed my thighs and forced my cunt onto his mouth making me moan out loud. “So much better” he grumbled against my pussy making me feel the vibrations through my body.

I start grinding my cunt on his tongue as his nose hits my clit perfectly, making my eyes roll back into my head. "So sweet, like candy" he grunted as his tongue teased my hole making me tremble feeling my orgasm. "Can feel you clenching baby. Gonna cum" He asked me mumbling against my throbbing clit. "Cum, cum all over daddy's tongue" He grumbled before making me feel nothing but his tongue fucking me and his clit touching his nose.

I cried out pulling his hair so his tongue didn't leave my cunt as I cum, feeling waves of pleasure taking over my body. He fucked be through my orgasm dragging it out, I got off his face and laid down. "Did it feel good baby" He teased me while running his hands through my hair. "Don't worry I'm not done yet" He smiled as he slowly rubs my sensitive clit making me gasp, from the overstimulation. "Can I fuck you my good little girl, want you to feel my cock in your stomach" He muttered making me whine out 'yes'.

Once I said yes he slowly unbuckled his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers. Once I saw his cock my eyes widen from the length and girth. "What's wrong princess don't think you can take it" He smirked making me shake my head no instantly from how big it was. "Don't worry I'll make it fit, but I guess we have to stretch you out now huh. don't want rip you open my little girl" He muttered as he slowly sticks two fingers in my tight hole making me gasp from the stretch.

"Fuck you're so tight" He groaned then he started thrusting them in and out of my hole. "You sure your not a virgin, I don't even know if I can make it fit" He groaned as he curled his fingers in me hitting my g-spot perfectly. I gasped out loosing the air in my lungs from him hitting that one spot deep inside me that rarely gets touched. He smirked when he knew he touched the spot.

"I think you're stretched out enough" He said before stroking his cock to get himself ready. He slowly rubs his tip over my dripping cunt making me whine. "I'm sorry baby I know how much you want to be full with my cock" He said before slowly pushing his tip into me making me gasp out loud from the stretch. "I'm gonna move in more okay baby" He said before pushing his cock into me more.

"W-wait" I said pushing his chest so he can stop since the stretch was hurting a bit. "tell me when you can take more" He said before moving his hand down to rub my clit to calm me down. "Okay you can go" I say before he slowly pushed the rest into me making me feel so full and light headed. "Gosh I'm so deep huh baby, in your stomach" He groaned as he pushed down on my stomach making me feel it.

"Everyone said that I should date you cause how small you are. They just made it worse wanted to ruin you" He said before thrusting in and out making tears stream down my face from the intense pleasure. "Fuck if I knew you'd be tight but fuck this is heaven princess" He said moving faster making me scream out as he pushed down on my stomach. "T-to much" I cried out as he thrusted faster and faster. "You want everyone to know I'm fucking you so good huh baby, gonna be my good little girl" He moaned out making me clench around his cock.

"C-close" I moaned out feeling so close. "Fuck baby gonna let me fill you up, everyone wanted us together so what do you think they would say when they see you all big and round huh, gonna let me fill you up with my babies" He groaned as he felt me clench around him with all of my strength. "Yes please wanna be full" I cried out as he rubbed my clit making me fall over the edge cumming all over him. "Good girl, that's my good little girl" He said before shooting his thick seed in me making my eyes roll back into my head from the warm feeling.

"Lets get you cleaned up" He said before grabbing one of his towels and cleaning me up but not enough where he clean up all his cum. he stuck his finger back into me pushing his cum deeper into me making me whine. "I know princess I'm done I'm done" He said as he laid me down on his lap running his fingers through my hair making me slowly fall asleep.

A few hours later we both hear a knock ad see Arthur peak his head in before his eyes went wide. "when I told you guys you guys should date I didn't actually think you'd do it merde good for the both of you" He chuckled before closing the door and stopping. "Oh yeah and their looking for the both of you so hurry up" He said before leaving me and ollie both hearing his laughing outside the door making us laugh.

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★ : 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 :: This fic I love it. Girl your request are always amazing like the last one 10/10. But anyways I hope you guys like this story and I'm sorry if their is mistakes. Hope you enjoyed!

[embrosegraves]

𝕊𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝔹𝕠𝕪

Paul Aron x Fem!Reader Paul is sometimes shy about asking to touch you. He just wants to make sure he never assumes consent.

Warning: One (1) word in Estonian idk I tried. Mentions (and innocent touching) of boobies *gasp*

1.1k words hihihi

“Kallis?” [Sweetheart?]

You lifted your head from the class notes in front of you to see your boyfriend, Paul, standing at the door of your home office. He looked nervous, as if he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to be in the room. 

“Paul? Did you need something?” You hoped that softening your voice would help him not be as nervous. Having been dating for just over half a year, you were quickly becoming aware of some of his ‘tells’. Things like how his nostrils would flare a little if he wanted to laugh but thought it’d be inappropriate. Or how he would be extra nervous when he wanted to ask you something because he didn’t want to worry you with things while you were doing your coursework for uni. 

“I uh, I can come back later if you’re busy. It wasn’t really important.” Paul stammered a little as he answered you. It intrigued you immensely when Paul got shy, because it was such a difference to his very outgoing personality when he’s around his friends and teammates. 

“Please tell me what’s wrong? I promise you’re not disturbing or interrupting me.” You held your hand out towards him, inviting him to walk further into the room. He was careful as he walked towards you, like he didn’t want to disturb the research papers you had on the desk. You stood up as he reached you and lifted a hand to caress his face. 

“What did you need of me, My Love?” You kept your voice soft and your touch gentle. 

Paul lifted a hand and gripped your hand that was cradling his face. “I just- I really missed you.” 

A smile found its way onto your face. You finally realised that he was nervous because he wanted to be around you but didn’t want to distract you from your studies. Gently, you guided him to sit in the chair you were just in. Paul tried to protest that it was your chair and that he could find another one to sit on but you were having none of it. You sat down on his lap and told him that this way you could get some of your work done while still being around him. He settled pretty quickly after that. 

Admittedly it did take you a while to notice that Paul hadn’t moved his arms from the armrests of your chair,. So when you did notice, you were just a little confused. 

“Are you alright Darling?” You asked over your shoulder. 

“Uh huh.” He replied. 

“Are you sure? Because you haven’t moved your arms from the chair once.” You turned as much as you could to look at him face to face. His face was flushed a light pink colour as you twisted around on his lap. 

“I just wasn’t sure if you wanted me to touch you.” 

“Why would you think that?” You watched as his face slowly became more and more red. 

“I don’t think you ever said if you were okay with it and I didn't want to just assume that it would be alright to.” He moved his eyes away from yours. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” 

Barely stopping yourself from cooing at his adorably red cheeks, you twisted back around and leant back so you were resting on his torso. Grabbing both of his hands, you moved them to hug you around your midriff. Adjusting your head to look at his face, you whispered and peppered kisses to the underside of his jaw. 

“I don’t think it’s possible for me to be uncomfortable when you touch me. You're always so careful and gentle. If anything I want you to touch me more.” 

“But what if I accidentally overstep?” 

“I will tell you. But for now I want you to do something for me.” 

“Anything.” He left a shy, barely-even-there kiss behind your ear. 

“I want you to hold my boobs.” 

Paul was stunned into silence. Had he heard you correctly? You wanted him to do what? 

“You- Me- What?” He couldn’t get the words to exit his mouth. 

“I want you to hold my boobs. For two reasons. One, to prove that I trust you to touch me and be more casually intimate, and two, because believe it or not I actually find it very comforting. However, I need both my hands to finish typing up my class notes, which means I can’t hold them myself.” You placed a kiss on his jawline before sitting up a little so you could finish typing your notes. You felt as Paul also sat up a bit, presumably to keep the contact between your back and his chest. 

Just before you were about to set in and start on finishing your notes, Paul’s hands began playing with the hem of your shirt. 

“Can I lift it Kallis?” He whispered. 

“Of course you can My Love. You can do whatever you need, to make it easier if you’d like.” 

“Thank you.” He said, nuzzling his face into the back of your neck and leaving little feather-light kisses. His hands moved underneath your shirt and shyly travelled up your body before resting briefly at the apex of your breasts. Seeing as you had given him verbal permission, Paul decided he could easier grab hold of your breasts without your bra in the way. 

You hummed in acknowledgement when he mumbled that he was going to unhook the offending item of your clothing, focusing as much as you could on your notes. You knew that as much as the skin on skin contact was comforting for you, it was also incredibly important for Paul because it allowed him to test how far he was willing to go. He could set the pace knowing that if he accidentally took it too far, he could rely on you to tell him when to stop. 

You sat there on his lap for roughly 2 hours, Paul’s chin resting on your shoulder. Every now and then, Paul would give your breasts a gentle squeeze, making sure not to be too harsh. Occasionally, when you finished a paragraph of notes, you would give Paul a peck on the nose, his smile making your own smile grow with each kiss.  

Neither you nor Paul moved once you were done, except to lean a bit further back in the chair to be a little more comfortable. You were far too engrossed with the feeling of each other to even briefly entertain the idea of moving from where you sat. Too wrapped up in the love you had for each other. 

It was Paul who eventually whispered to you, breaking the silence. 

“Can I do this again tomorrow?” 

You huffed out a tiny laugh, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair as best you could. 

“Oh my sweet boy, you don’t even have to ask.”

I call this ✨ divine inspiration ✨

Aka the collective hivemind that is the discord server coming together to give the strength and inspiration to FINALLY advertise just how much I love Paul Aron.

anyways, started writing this at the end of F2 Quali, finished it at the end of F1 Academy Quali. Decided to gift while I was still delirious from lack of sleep (Aussie F1 fan struggles lmao)

likes, replies and reblogs are always appreciated <3