summary :: pepe has been away for almost 3 weeks and he's never been needier. but you're sleeping so peacefully, thank god you agreed to be able to use each other whenever.
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Usually when Pepe comes home, he'll dramatically yell out "I'm home!" for the entire world to hear. But this time, he simply opens the door, drops his bags and goes on a hunt to find you in the shared apartment. His shoulders are sore, his races were awful, and he needed an outlet for this all.
"Cariño," He called out for you. But it fell on deaf ears as he looked inside the bedroom to find you peacefully sleeping.
He feels a wave of softness run over him, simply just from seeing you after so long. It's like you're a drug for him. A smile appears on his lips as he quickly changes into some fresh pajamas. Except his pajamas is just his boxers, so it's not much "changing"
Before he jumps into his bed, he can't help but just stare at you. How you're so peaceful, cute pajamas on, hair all over the pillows. It's always been a joke from his friend group that he's a simp for you, but he truly is. You didn't even do anything and he already has a boner simply from appreciating your beauty.
"Fuck..." He mumbles as he reaches in his boxers, stroking his hard on. He gets on his knees on the bed, using his free hand to caress the small of your back that wasn't covered due to you moving a lot in your sleep. The soft skin touching his hand made him want more, need more.
Thankfully you both agreed before to allow the other to do whatever you want when they're sleeping. And Pepe has never been more grateful for this rule until now. He quickly reached for some lube in the nightstand's drawer, rubbing it all over his dick to make sure it wouldn't hurt.
His dick curves up to touch his stomach, the cold lube touching his belly made him hiss a little. But that didn't matter, as he slowly and gently pulled down your pajama pants and panties. It was like he was teasing himself just from getting a view of your cunt.
As if you would break from a gust of wind, his fingers softly touch your cunt. Rubbing it in circles in a gentle motion. You twitch from the touch, the feeling of the leftover lube from his fingers making you feel cold. But you didn't wake up. Instead, you just moved your body to face away from Pepe.
You facing away on your side, with your thighs touching together, only gave Pepe a better view of you . And also a tighter position to fuck you in. Pepe can't help but chuckle slightly, thinking that it's your body's instinct to get into one of his favorite positions.
He can't hold back anymore, propping both of his arms around your body as he positions his dick at your entrance. And like usual, he slips his tip in. Barely. You're too tight to even take more than the tip.
"Ow," you mumble loudly, blinking your eyes awake. As your eyes piece together the puzzle in front of you, you're met with Pepe sinking his head down into your neck.
"I'm sorry, cariño." He says in a groan as he pushes further into you, making your insides burn from the stretch. "Couldn't help it."
You moan lightly against his shoulder blade. To let him in easier, you move onto your back and slip your leg under his chest, putting you in missionary. Which is actually Pepe's favorite position.
His big frame became 10x times bigger when he was with you. His towering height, slight muscles, and masculinity were all exploded to an extreme level with you. You loved it and so did he.
Even though you feel the sting from him stretching you out, he's still not fully in yet. He had about an inch and a half that he needed to get in you. You moan again, wincing slightly as he begins to coo at you.
He balances his entire weight onto one arm, using his free hand to move the hair out of your face. His fingers caress your cheek and trace your jaw. "It's okay, it's okay" he whispers to you. "I'll wait."
And he kept his word, waiting until you give him a sign that you're ready. But he's not a jerk about it, that's the last thing he wants to be. He's patient and slow. Thrusting in and out so gently, as if you would break. He's loving it, feeling every bit of you wrap around him and each centimeter of him being soaked by you. Kissing all around your neck and lips, making sure you knew how much he loved you.
But for you, this is teasing. You're practically soaking the entire bed by the time he begins to finally pick up his speed. And the only reason he even began to go faster was because you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him into you aggressively.
"Faster?" He asks, making sure he understands you. You nod, letting a moan slip out from him thrusting in you yet again. "You sure?" A smile creeps onto his lips. Again you nod, knowing exactly what his smirk means.
And he starts. Thrusting in an out at a pace that had the bed frame hitting the wall. He moved one hand to pin both of yours onto the bed. The other hand was busy caressing your boobs and waist. Playing with your nipple and then admiring your curves.
He moved his head down from your neck, now facing your breast. His lips met your breast, sucking on them and twirling your bud with his tongue. All while thrusting in and out of you whilst the other hand was holding your waist. His grip was soft, yet controlling when needed. He halted you whenever you bucked upwards but would quickly loosen his grip to make sure he didn't hurt you.
You moaned out his name, begging to do anything to touch him back. But he didn't let you. Only he wanted to be in control, giving you as much pleasure as possible. "Mm please Pepe," you moaned out as he kept thrusting into you. His harsh pace was a stark contrast from his gentle touches.
"You wanna cum?" He misinterprets you. "Cum then," He mumbles and lets a small groan escape. "Cum, I'll just, agh, I'll keep going."
You shake your head, unable to use words from how much pleasure he was giving you. Even his voice was sending you into a further spiral. "N-No, wanna-" You let out a moan, needing a few seconds to continue your sentence "Touch you, mm, wanna-"
"No" He says instantly, thrusting extra hard into you when he says that. You swear that if you were to look down, you'd see a bulge in your belly from how deep his dick was hitting you. "Jus' be pretty"
And you obeyed him, who are you to not listen to him? He knew you too well. Your body was coming undone, feeling your stomach tighten and your brain get fuzzy. All you could think about was looking at Pepe's eyes while wondering if your bed would break. He knew you were close, going extra hard in his thrusts and even moving his hand to your clit.
He rubbed circles on your clit, making you yelp and cry from the overstimulation. But it was all you needed to finally cum, making your legs wrap tightly around his waist to try and halt him.
Pepe knew you too well, he's a caring man after all. So he quickly moved both hands to go under your back, lifting you up to now be stranding his lap. You thought that having your legs wrapped would stop his thrusting, but the new position made your legs useless. He used his strong arms to grip your hips, forcing you to bounce up and down on him.
"Pepe!" You screamed out, grabbing his shoulders for support as you feel your own cum drip down his dick, being forced back into you.
"You can 'ake it." He groans loudly as he focussing on watching your boobs bounce. "Relax, cariño."
What if childhood best friends, separated by a crash and a year abroad, meet again? What if friends aren’t just friends? What if Oscar Piastri and Aila Räikkönen finally see each other past the lens of friendship?
WARNING: smut
46: Homey
Baar – 2022
When December finally rolled around, both Aila and Oscar were almost ecstatic. Not because they were particularly into Christmas, but because it meant freedom from the constant obligations: sim sessions, interviews, photoshoots, meetings. For a little over four weeks, they could be normal people—just themselves. Finally catch up with family, friends… and, in their case, their love life.
As Oscar would be flying out to Australia to spend time with his family, they wouldn’t be celebrating their first Christmas together. So he suggested he fly out later than usual—a sacrifice he didn’t hesitate to make. Aila hesitated. She adored spending time with him, but she didn’t want to take away his moments with his family.
But Oscar being Oscar, he just said the right thing: “You’re family too, Aila.”
He said it so easily, and it hit her straight in the chest. Heat rose in her cheeks as she buried her face in his chest, his laughter rumbling softly as he cradled her head.
“How about a few days just us?” he suggested.
Aila beamed. Immediately, she suggested one of her family’s holiday houses in Switzerland by the lake.
Her parents were meeting her in Baar during the second week of December, which meant the lake house would be empty until then. Perfect. Their own little first holiday together. Quiet, secluded, dust sheets still covering half the furniture from the off-season.
That was the plan.
Snowflakes clung to Oscar’s hair as he stepped out of the taxi, his breath fogging in the crisp December air. Aila waited by the front door, wrapped in a thick cream sweater, cheeks pink from the cold and excitement.
“Hi,” she said softly.
He didn’t speak—just wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her neck. God, he had missed her.
Aila had flown in two days earlier, giving herself time to clean and prep the house. Oscar still had a few things to wrap up with McLaren and Mark Webber, so his later arrival gave her a head start.
Inside, the house was just as she remembered: quiet, still, faint pine scent drifting in from the lake. Furniture untouched, kitchen pristine, half the rooms closed off. Shoes off, coats hung, and a comfortable silence settled between them—one that didn’t need filling.
“This feels unreal,” Oscar murmured, brushing a cold hand over her cheek. “Like we finally hit pause.”
Aila smiled. “I told you. Switzerland is magical.”
He leaned down and kissed her—slow, soft—the kind of kiss that said, we’re finally here. Her fingers curled into the fabric of his hoodie, steadying herself as the long weeks melted away.
“Yeah,” he murmured against her lips. “Magical.” Another peck. Then he finally pulled back.
They stowed his bag in her bedroom, changed into comfy clothes, and headed to the living room. Christmas music played softly as they dragged blankets from the cupboard, arranging the sofa for cuddling and movie-watching.
In the kitchen, Aila began preparing hot chocolate, humming along to the music. She wasn’t the biggest fan of Christmas songs, but she went all out—after all, it was their first Christmas together.
Oscar couldn’t resist any longer. His hands found her waist, lifting her off the ground. A soft shriek escaped her before he gently placed her on the counter.
“You know,” he murmured, hands warm on her hips, “I could get used to this.”
“To what?”
“You,” he said, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Us… homey.”
“Homey,” she laughed, throwing her arms around him.
“Living together and stuff,” he added with a grin.
“Could be real cool,” she said softly.
“Cool? Aren’t we too old for that?”
“We’re only twenty!” she gasped.
“Twenty-one,” he corrected, earning a playful glare. Smartass
“But I know what you mean,” she said finally, eyes softening.
Outside, snow fell steadily, the lake smooth as glass.
“Did you put me up here for a reason or just to show off ?” she asked, laughter in her voice.
“Actually,” he grinned, tugging her closer until she pressed flush against him. “I had a plan.”
Their lips met in a deep, warm kiss. Her fingers tangled in his hair, heart skipping.
If anyone had asked fifteen-year-old Aila whether her best friend Oscar was romantic, she would have laughed them out of the room. The lanky boy who knew way too many random facts about racing, who was so competitive he even raced to finish his homework first? Nope. He had been a great friend, an amazing listener, far more mature than most boys in her class — but for her, he was still just Oscar. A boy, not a man. Not romantic.
She’d never seen him act overly romantic, not even with Lily. And though part of her was grateful, it had never been the case — she might’ve been crushed otherwise — it also made her wonder, quietly, what it would feel like if he ever were.
But now… having him here, so close, so hers, she could hardly explain it.
With her head resting against his chest, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along her arms, she half-watched the cheesy Christmas movie she had picked out, half-fighting sleep. Early starts, house prep, and a gym session were catching up with her.
“Love?” he murmured, sensing her drowsiness.
“If you’re tired, just sleep,” he chuckled, chest vibrating beneath her ear.
“I’m not tired,” she murmured back.
“Uh-huh. Tell that to your closed eyes,” he laughed, pressing a kiss to her head.
“No, not at all,” she mumbled, snuggling further into him. Nose in his sweater, breathing in citrus and sandalwood, hand slipping beneath his hoodie.
Oscar let her use him as a pillow, enjoying every second. Every so often, his gaze returned to her, gentle and protective. Somehow, in this quiet, snowy moment, she looked a little younger, a little lighter… an angel just catching up with herself.
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The sun had long dipped behind the snow-dusted trees, leaving the lake house bathed in soft lamplight. The faint glow bounced off the white walls, reflecting in Oscar’s dark eyes as he leaned against the counter, watching Aila stir the sauce for dinner.
Dinner was simple but cozy—roasted vegetables, a creamy risotto, and a bottle of red wine she had picked up the day before. They moved to the table, candlelight flickering across the soft blue of Aila’s eyes. Conversation was light: teasing, small jokes, recalling ridiculous moments from the past season. Laughter filled the house, blending with the warmth of the fireplace crackling in the corner.
Halfway through the meal, Oscar reached over and brushed a strand of hair from her face. His fingers lingered against her cheek, warm, soft, deliberate. Aila’s breath hitched, and she caught his gaze.
“You’re really distracting me,” she whispered. Having completely lost what they had been talking about moments before.
“You love it,” he countered, a sly grin tugging at his lips. She rolled her eyes but her face said otherwise.
After dessert – a shared piece of chocolate cake they had baked together – they moved to the sofa. Aila curled into Oscar’s chest, his arm draped over her shoulders, pulling her close. He pressed soft kisses along her temple and cheek, lingering just enough to make her pulse skip.
️ “Do you ever stop being annoying?” she whispered, tilting her head up.
He grinned down at her, that maddening smile she knew too well. “Not when it’s this fun.”
“Fun for who? Me or you?”
“Both,” he said, fingers tracing idle patterns along her back. “You’re laughing, aren’t you?”
“Maybe,” she admitted, a grin tugging at her lips.
“And maybe,” he leaned closer, lips brushing her ear, “I like watching you squirm a little.”
Aila shivered despite herself, elbowing him gently. “You’re impossible.”
“Only for you,” he murmured, his breath warm, teasing. “So soft… so tangled up in my hoodie.”
“You mean my championship-approved, professional driver’s body?” she shot back, smirking.
He chuckled, sliding a hand lower to rest on her hip. “Professional or not, you still melt like a little idiot when I touch you.”
“I do not,” she protested, voice cracking slightly.
“Do too,” he countered, leaning down to kiss her — soft at first, lingering, teasing, pulling her closer “Watch” he whispered against her lips, deepening the kiss. His hands tangled in her hair, fingers brushing the nape of her neck, thumbs tracing circles over her shoulder.
As if it were instinct, she pulled him closer, fingers threading into his hair. His hands held her by her waist — warm, certain, claiming — before sliding under the hem of her hoodie. His palms found bare skin, soft and tense all at once.
She shivered.
He smiled into the kiss — slow, knowing — and in one effortless movement, he flipped them. She landed beneath him with a soft gasp, his weight settling over her, the solid heat of him pressing her deeper into the couch cushions. His hair tickled her cheek as the kiss deepened, turning hungry, focused. Like he’d been holding back before and now had no intention of stopping.
The fire flickered, shadows dancing over their skin as the living room melted into a world that belonged only to them. When they finally broke for air, she tugged gently on his hair. Both breathless. Both trembling with restraint.
“Is this all?” she teased, arching an eyebrow.
Oscar’s answering look was pure danger — slow, deliberate, devastating in a way that twisted something low in her stomach.
“You really don’t learn, do you?”
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Before she could bite back, he lifted her effortlessly, hands sure and warm against her thighs, carrying her toward the bedroom. The mattress caught her softly, and she barely had time to laugh before his mouth crashed back onto hers — hotter, hungrier, restraint gone.
He stripped off his hoodie in one smooth motion. The warm light spilling from the hallway gilded him golden — and for a heartbeat, Aila almost believed he was some kind of angel. One with messy hair, a wicked mouth, and a body that made her forget her own name.
She stared at him in a way that made his knees go weak — like he hung the moon, like she’d been waiting her whole life to see him like this. His heartbeat stuttered, his chest rising and falling as he stalked toward her with the slow confidence of someone who knew exactly what he was doing to her.
His hand found her ankle, and with one effortless pull, he dragged her toward him. She lay beneath him, looking up at the body she’d watched change over the years — lean muscle sharpened, defined, by the improved training for his upcoming season.
She reached for her hoodie – his, his smell deep in its fiber-, but he shook his head once. Low and final.
“Don’t.” He leaned over her, voice brushing her skin. “I love you in my clothes.”
Heat shot straight through her.
His fingers slipped beneath the hem, barely touching, tracing the curve of her waist slow enough to torture her.
“You look…” His lips ghosted along her jaw, breath warm. “God, Aila — you look unfair like this.”
She tried — really tried — to look unaffected. “Yeah?”
He huffed a soft laugh. “Yeah. Almost as much as the way you sound when I hit the right spot.”
Her breath stuttered.
His smirk said he noticed.
Her thighs pressed together instinctively, and his eyes went dark. She barely inhaled before he hooked his fingers into her leggings — and with one smooth, practiced pull, slid them off along with her thong.
Cool air kissed her skin. She shivered.
Oscar straightened, still holding her ankle loosely, gaze dragging over her like he was memorizing her — hoodie swallowing her frame, flushed cheeks, hair messy from his kisses, already trembling for him.
His.
His hands traced up her calves, her knees, her thighs — slow enough to make her arch, firm enough to promise ruin. He bent, mouth brushing the inside of her knee before kissing higher, lips dragging heat along her skin.
Then — exactly what she needed.
He settled between her thighs like he belonged there. Because he did.
Aila’s hand flew to his hair as he kissed up her inner thigh, higher, his breath warm, teasing, devastating.
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“God,” he murmured, voice low against her skin. “You don’t even know what you do to me.” he murmured into her skin before going in to taste her.
“Oscar…” Her voice cracked.
He hummed, lazy and smug — vibrations rolling through her as his mouth finally, finally found her clit. Her legs shook.
You sound like you missed me.”
She tugged his hair in warning, but he just pulled her closer, hands sliding under her hips, anchoring her as his tongue worked her with slow, devastating precision.
She moaned — loud, helpless — back arching.
He paused only long enough to look up at her.
Shaky. Needy. Beautiful.
His hand slid up her thigh, fingers pressing gently against her heat.
Her inhale was sharp.
“Yeah,” he murmured, thumb circling exactly where she needed. “Just like that.”
Her thighs trembled as his mouth sealed over her again. His tongue moved in tight, controlled circles that had her gasping.
A second finger joined the first — slow, deep — and Oscar groaned softly at the way she clenched around him.
She bit her lip to keep from begging.
But when he curled his fingers just right—
“Don’t stop,” she whimpered.
“I wasn’t planning to.”
His mouth and fingers worked in perfect sync — slow, deep, intentional — until her whole body shook.
“Oscar— I’m—”
He looked up at her without stopping, eyes blown wide, voice hoarse.
“Let go.”
She shattered — a high, broken moan spilling out, her body tightening then unraveling in waves as he held her firmly through it.
He didn’t pull away until her shaking softened. Only then did he slip his fingers out, slow and careful, kissing the inside of her thigh as he rose over her.
Her chest heaved. Her hair stuck to her neck, legs still trembled.
Oscar wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before kissing her — slow, messy, tasting of her.
“Better?” he murmured against her lips.
She laughed breathlessly. “You’re ridiculous.”
He smirked, brushing his nose against hers.
“You’re welcome.”
Her hands slid behind his neck, pulling him closer.
“Good. Because now I want you.”
Oscar groaned into the kiss as he pushed his joggers down, cock already hard, flushed, aching.
“You have me,” he whispered, voice wrecked.
He stroked himself once, twice over her soaked heat, making her moan desperately — and then he pushed in, slow but unrelenting, stretching her, sinking deep until he couldn’t go any further.
Her breath hitched.
“Fuck,” she whispered into his mouth, still not used to the way he filled her — the stretch, the heat, the way he always seemed to reach every part of her at once.
— the stretch, the heat, the way he always seemed to reach every part of her at once.
He tried to give her a second to adjust. He really did.
But she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him closer, deeper, until he choked out a curse and his restraint snapped like a wire.
“Aila,” he warned—voice already shaking, already gone.
“Don’t hold back,” she whispered, nails digging lightly into his shoulder blades.
Her lips brushed his jaw, breath warm. “I don’t want slow tonight.”
That was it. All he needed.
Oscar pulled back just enough to thrust into her again — harder, sharper — the sound of their bodies meeting filling the dim room. Aila gasped, fingers curling in his hair, dragging him down into a kiss that was messy and desperate and hot.
His hand slid under her thigh, lifting it higher, opening her up to him until she whimpered into his mouth.
“God, you feel unreal,” he rasped, thrusts growing deeper, rougher. “You always— fuck— you always do.”
Her hips rose to meet him, every movement pure instinct, pure want.
“Fuck,” she breathed, voice breaking. “Oscar— don’t you dare stop.”
He let out a noise halfway between a laugh and a groan, burying his face in her neck.
“Wasn’t planning to,” he panted. “Not when you’re— fuck— holding on to me like that.”
His teeth grazed her pulse point, not biting, just enough pressure to make her entire body tense around him.
She moaned, back arching, chest pressed against his.
“Look at me,” he whispered, lifting his head. She did.
And the look in his eyes — hungry, soft, undone with love for her — sent heat rolling through her like a wave. His thumb brushed her cheekbone, gentle even as his body moved with a deeper urgency. “youre mine”
Her breath caught.
Then she tightened around him, pulling him back down for a kiss that was all need, all emotion, all the things she didn’t say out loud.
“Oscar—” she gasped as he hit the perfect angle again. “Right there—”
He groaned loud against her mouth, hips snapping forward with a rhythm that had her trembling.
“Yeah? That’s it?” he whispered, thrusts growing more precise. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”
Her nails raked down his back.
“Closer,” she begged. “Please— just stay close.”
He dropped his weight onto her, chest flush to chest, forehead pressed to hers as he thrust into her, deeper, harder, their breaths mixing, their bodies moving in perfect sync.
“I’m right here,” he whispered, voice wrecked with emotion. “I’m not going anywhere.”
She clung to him, trembling, hips lifting instinctively as he found the angle that made her see stars.
“Fuck, Oscar… I—” Her voice cracked, every word half moan, half gasp. “I can’t—”
“You can,” he growled, biting lightly into her shoulder, nails digging into the small of her back. “You can, Aila. I’ve got you. All of you.”
Her thighs quaked as he moved faster, sharper, hitting that spot only he ever found, over and over again. Every nerve in her body felt alive, every sigh and whimper echoing in the quiet room.
He continued to drive into her with a rough, precise rhythm that made her see stars and forget the world outside. His hands were everywhere — holding her close, guiding her, memorizing her curves as if he’d been starving for this for months.
“My beautiful girl,” he rasped against her ear, his breath ragged, lips brushing her jaw. “All mine… and I’m not letting go.”
Aila’s nails dug into his shoulders as her body shuddered violently, hips stuttering as the first wave of her release tore through her. She cried out, arching into him, every sound a mix of desperation and relief.
Oscar groaned low in her neck, teeth grazing the skin lightly, and let her ride it, moving with her, pressing into her, never letting the intensity fade.
“You’re amazing,” he whispered, voice broken. “So fucking perfect.”
His movements didn’t falter, his hips pressing deep, fingers still hooked around her thighs as she trembled beneath him. He could feel her clenching around him, the way her breaths hitched with every stroke. The need, the desperation, it drove him wild.
“You’re mine,” he growled, low and rough, voice scraping against her ear. “All mine… and I’m not stopping.”
Aila arched into him, whimpering, tugging at his hair, nails tracing down his shoulders. Nodding at his words.
It was enough. The way she rode him, the sound of her voice, the way her body clenched and shivered as her second orgasm crashed down on her— it pushed him over the edge. With a groan that vibrated through both of them, he released, shuddering inside her, holding her tight as his own climax tore through him. His lips found hers in a desperate, messy kiss, tasting and claiming her as his, letting the moment hang between them, thick with heat and emotion.
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He collapsed against her chest, every inch of him still trembling, forehead pressed to hers, hands splayed over her back, anchoring them both. Her body quivered too, aftershocks of her orgasm mingling with the lingering warmth of him.
“You okay?” he murmured, voice rough but soft, thumb brushing her cheek, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
Aila laughed softly, breathless, pressing her lips to his jaw. “Better than okay.”
He let out a shaky laugh, eyes closing for a moment. “I thought I’d forgotten what this felt like… being close to you like this.”
She laughed, loud and unfiltered. “We literally only had sex last week.”
He shrugged, laughing with her, but there was an edge to his gaze — because this, this wasn’t enough. If he could, he’d have her every night. Basking in the sounds only she could pull from him. In the feel of her, the way she shivered and clamped around him.
He shifted slightly, settling beside her, one arm draped over her shoulders, the other holding her hand against his chest. They stayed like that for a while, the quiet hum of the fairy lights and the faint crackle from the fireplace filling the room.
She sighed, content with the weight of him on top of her, letting herself melt into his warmth. “You feel like...-” he started, looking for the right word.
“home,” she murmured.
He smiled against her hair. “You feel like… everything.”
They lingered, arms and legs entwined, whispering half-jokes, half-serious promises, fingers tracing idle patterns over backs and arms. Every touch reminded them — no matter the circuits, the schedules, the miles — they had this. They had each other.
Eventually, Aila lifted her head, mischief sparkling in her eyes. “You know,” she said, voice soft, teasing, “…you owe me a rematch in Mario Kart.”
He laughed, chest vibrating against hers. “Oh, you wanna lose again?”
“Sure,” she said, sarcastic grin tugging at her lips. “I’m gonna win, Piastri. Watch out for the bananas.” She winked.
Oscar chuckled, holding her closer. For a while, the world outside ceased to exist. Just them, tangled in warmth, laughter, and the quiet intimacy built from years of friendship, trust, and the slow-burning, inevitable pull of love. Snow drifting over the Swiss mountains. Wind whispering through the night.
And in that moment, they both knew — however chaotic life got, however far apart they might be — this was theirs. Always theirs.
summary: y/n finally attends a race weekend and the other f3 drivers don’t believe they’re dating — so they lowkey terrorise nikola
warnings: cursing, drivers being mean ( jokingly )
pairing: fem! reader x nikola tsolov
genre: fluff, crack?
requested: yes
author note: i love the f3 grid so much like you don’t understand 😭
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much to her dismay, the heat hadn't died down at all by the time she arrived and just knew that nikola would be causing trouble for his team. he's always been quite sensitive when it comes to different temperatures, which y/n learned the hard way.
she breathed out a sigh and scanned her pass before going towards the formula three paddock. since this is the first time she's attended a race weekend for f3, nikola made sure to give her a thorough rundown of where everything would be. y/n has been to a few eurocup-3 races and was supposed to have gone to the australian grand prix, but she got sick.
y/n was confident that she would be just fine, but nikola was very adamant that the paddock of eurocup-3 is very different to a formula three paddock.
he was also very excited for her to finally meet his friends and new teammates; tasanapol inthraphuvasak and mari boya. her boyfriend is very nice and outgoing, so she wasn't surprised to find him chatting away with a large group filled with the other f3 drivers.
y/n shot nikola a quick text since she didn’t want to go up and interrupt him ( or have all of them stare at her ), but of course, nikola wouldn’t have that.
the moment he saw the text, his head shot up and his eyes instantly found hers.
“n/n!”
[ n/n means nickname ]
she smiled and gave a little wave as he jogged towards her. the other drivers watched as nikola embraced a random girl with confused looks on their faces.
“sorry to interrupt” he quickly shook his head and dismissed her words
“don’t. i can finally introduce you to them now” the happiness in his voice made her smile despite the nerves that were still present within her
“come” he placed a hand on her lower back and guided her towards the boys who were still silent
“guys. this is my girlfriend, y/n” nikola’s eyes shined bright with pride as y/n smiled politely
just as the silence was starting to overwhelm her, mari boya spoke up.
“did he pay you?”
“mari?!”
“what? i think it's a good question!”
“yeah, mate. there's no way you got her” james wharton spoke up next
“what's that supposed to mean?!”
“she's out of your league”
“we're in the same league!” the drivers silently shared a look while nikola gasped and y/n tried not to laugh
“screw you’s!”
he gave them the middle finger before pulling y/n away, but they started following.
“come on, niko. just admit it” ugo ugochukwu spoke
“yeah. this is just sad now” followed along by rafael câmara
he groaned and started picking up the pace with y/nfollowing along. she let a few giggles slip past her lips, but it was overshadowed by the roars of laughter coming from the other boys.
once they were far away from them, nikola let out a sigh of relief.
“sorry about that” y/n just shook her head, a playful smile making its way onto her face
“they’re fun. i can see why you want me to meet them” nikola’s eyes softened at that
“i’m glad you like them”
“me too”
he smiled and leaned in to press a kiss to her ( lips / cheek / forehead ) when they heard someone cough from behind them. nikola jumped and turned around before groaning.
it was tasanapol inthraphuvasak, his other teammate.
“can’t you do that when there isn’t people around?”
“there wasn’t any around around! where did you even come from?” tasanapol shrugged before walking off
“today isn’t my day” nikola said while running his hands down his face
✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦
turns out those words weren’t true at all since nikola went on to win the sprint race that day.
y/n was even allowed to congratulate him through on the teams headphones which left nikola giggling.
she clapped and cheered as loud as she could once his car was in sight. y/n's smiled grew even wider with his celebration before he jumped out and ran straight to her. she didn't even have time to prepare herself before his arms wrapped around her frame while the team were shouting and hitting his helmet.
“you did it!”
“i did it!” his words were muffled by his helmet and the noise from his team, but y/n is fairly certain that she heard him
her boyfriend was soon taken away after that and she was left in the presence of his team, but quickly became aware of the other drivers coming towards them.
“y/n!” mari called out and waved excitedly
“hi, mari. tough luck” he shrugged
“making fun of nikola brightens me up, so we came” the other boys nodded along
“is that why you did that earlier?”
“no. he's never mentioned you before”
laurens van hoepen was quick to disagree.
“he has to me and chris last year, but we didn't believe him”
y/n understood.
they're very private and she dislikes being posted in general, so the boys weren't necessarily wrong to assume things, plus they made her laugh.
“pretty people usually date each other”
“don’t let nikola hear you, it’ll go to his head” y/n smiled as they continued to joke around while waiting for tuukka taponen since he placed third and would be first out
she clapped politely for the other two, but y/n’s cheers grew louder once her boyfriend stepped out. however, the boys overshadowed her ( and the campos team ) by yelling out things that she hoped wouldn’t be broadcasted, but y/n couldn’t help but laugh.
unbeknownst to them, nikola’s eyes softened at seeing her interact with his teammates and friends. he knew they would get along, even if they didn’t believe they were dating at first.
“unbelievable” he thought and shook his head, but the bright smile remained on his face
paring paul aron x fem!reader, word count 596, genre fluff, ( masterlist )
the morning sun peeked through the sheer curtains casting an angelic haze in your shared hotel room. the mishaps of forgetting that the balcony door is open letting the curtains dance in the light breeze. children’s laughter as they kick around a ball in a fun-hearted game just across the street.
hair sprawled across the pillowcase. your elbow digging into the plush mattress underneath you propping yourself up. you took the chance to admire your boyfriend something that you don’t get the chance to do often. normally, either you're rushing or he’s rushing not getting a mellow moment. even at times, the other side of the bed is empty and cold when you don’t share hotel rooms or he doesn’t sneak into your hotel room late at night. usually, in the paddock, it’s fleeting glances and very minimal grazes. by this point, you’ve memorized every single part of his features even with the short amount of time that you have to do so.
he lays on his back with his arms underneath his pillow. his blond hair unruly and disheveled. he gained the new nickname "blondie" after a few dates and refuses to reference him as another thing else. your nail lightly grazing on his skin connecting the light freckles that scattered across his back.
you raised your body sitting on the edge of the bed. your fingers fiddling with the buttons to slowly unbutton his shirt that you wore to bed last night to discard to take a shower and get ready for your spontaneous plans.
behind you, the blond shifts underneath the sheets. a frown appears on his lips as he feels disappointed that you're not cuddled up right beside him. normally, when he wakes up your pressed right against him almost entirely on top of him even though you’ve fallen asleep on your respectful side on the bed. his eyes fluttered open attempting to adjust to the sunlight beaming in. though he couldn’t see your face. he is only visible to your unruly hair and his oversized shirt slipping off your shoulders he found you incredibly pretty.
his gaze held so much love and fondness that it would terrify someone who wasn’t sure that he was the one but to you. you knew he was one when they first met eight years ago whilst karting around italy that he was the one that you wanted to marry. now, you never put any thought into your perfect wedding until the first time you saw him smile with sun-kissed skin and rosy cheeks.
you aren’t fond of the tan lines on your arms and thighs, but he was. you got offered a solution by him yesterday morning of just basking in the sun naked on the balcony, but you talked yourself out of that. you always sweet-talked yourself out of situations. you were particularly good at that and though it was quite annoying at times. it’s a quality that he loves.
oh, how he missed so dearly how your freckles adorned your sun-kissed skin that scattered across your slight reddened cheeks due to spending time on the boat more recently during his short period of a break. he missed adoring them in the colder months.
he lifted on his elbow gently moving your hair to the side to press a kiss on the back of your neck which was already littered with love marks from last night's activities that you had a slim chance of actually covering. he pulled you back into his warm arms and underneath the sheets once again.
Hi I'm not sure if your requests are open and I don't normally do this kind of thing but I've just discovered your stories foe Arvid Linblad and they are so good. He is criminally underrated and you write him so well. I was wondering if you could do a story for him where he's gone on a podcast (pitstop or screaming meals) and he just like casually mentions his girlfriend or she's there in the room and whenever he doesn't remember smth he asks her so you kind of just hear this voice off screen and the fans don't know who it is
how to announce your relationships
arvid lindblad x gf!reader
a boyfriend who talks about you like breathing and the fact that nobody knew he had a girlfriend, makes for a very good pairing when he goes on a podcast
masterlist
You’re curled up on the couch, a blanket draped over your legs, scrolling aimlessly through your phone. It’s been a long day, and you’re finally relaxing after work. Then, a notification pops up. It’s a tweet: “Arvid Lindblad mentioned his girlfriend EIGHT TIMES on Screaming Meals. Who is she??? Theories below.” Your stomach drops. What?
You hadn’t even watched the episode yet. Arvid had casually mentioned he was going on the podcast, but he hadn’t said anything about you being a topic of conversation. You quickly pull up the episode, your heart pounding as you fast-forward through the intro. And there it is. His voice, warm and relaxed, like he’s just chatting with friends.
“Yeah, my girlfriend actually loves that track,” he says, grinning. You pause. Rewind. Play it again. Girlfriend. He said it so casually, like it was common knowledge. Like everyone already knew.
You keep watching, and it happens again. And again. And again. By the time you finish the episode, you’ve counted eight times. Eight. He mentioned you eight times. Your face feels hot, your mind racing. The comments are already flooding in—speculation, theories, even a few wild guesses. Someone thought he was dating a pop star. Another person thought it was his teammate. Nobody knows it’s you.
You grab your phone and call him. He answers on the second ring, his voice cheerful. “Hey, love! Did you see the podcast?”
“Arvid!” you exclaim, your voice a mix of disbelief and panic. “You can’t just announce to the whole world that we’re dating! People didn’t even know!”
There’s a pause on the other end. Then, genuinely confused, he says, “Wait… they didn’t?”
You groan, flopping back onto the couch. “No, Arvid! We’ve been keeping it private, remember? You just casually dropped ‘girlfriend’ eight times on a podcast that, like, every F2 fan watches. People are freaking out!”
He laughs, that easy, carefree laugh that always makes your stomach flip. “Oh. Oops. I thought everyone knew. I mean, it’s not like I was hiding it. You’re kind of the best thing in my life, so… why wouldn’t I talk about you?”
Your frustration melts a little at that, but you’re still reeling. “Okay, but now everyone’s trying to figure out who I am. What if they find out? What if they start digging?”
“Let them,” he says, his tone softening. “I’m not ashamed of you. I’m proud of you. If people find out, they find out. But if you’re not ready, I’ll handle it. I’ll tell them to back off.”
You sigh, running a hand through your hair. “I just… I wasn’t prepared for this. I didn’t think you’d just casually mention me like that.”
“I’m sorry,” he says, and you can hear the sincerity in his voice. “I didn’t mean to put you on the spot. I just… I guess I talk about you more than I realized. You’re kind of always on my mind.”
You can’t help but smile at that, even as your heart races. “You’re impossible, you know that?”
“Yeah, but you love me anyway,” he teases.
And he’s right. You do. Even if he just accidentally announced your relationship to the entire F2 fandom.
The next few days are a whirlwind. The speculation grows, but Arvid keeps his word. He doesn’t confirm anything, doesn’t drop any hints. He just keeps being his usual, charming self, deflecting questions with a smile. And when he calls you that night, his voice is soft.
“Hey,” he says. “I know this is a lot. But no matter what happens, I’ve got you. Okay?”
And for the first time since the podcast dropped, you feel a little calmer. Because yeah, it’s chaotic. But it’s also kind of… exciting. And as long as you’ve got him, you know you’ll be okay.
A few days later, you’re scrolling through Twitter again, and you see a clip from the podcast that someone has edited together. It’s just Arvid mentioning you. All eight times. The comments are a mix of confusion, admiration, and outright obsession.
“Arvid Lindblad is down bad for his girlfriend, whoever she is,” one tweet reads.
“Bro mentioned her eight times in one hour. EIGHT. That’s love,” another says.
You can’t help but laugh. And when Arvid calls you later that night, you playfully tease him about it.
“So, eight times, huh?” you say, grinning even though he can’t see you.
He groans, but you can hear the smile in his voice. “Okay, okay, I get it. I talk about you a lot. But can you blame me? You’re kind of amazing.”
“Flattery won’t save you,” you say, but you’re smiling so wide your cheeks hurt.
“It’s not flattery if it’s true,” he fires back.
And just like that, the chaos feels a little less overwhelming. Because yeah, the world might be curious about you. But to Arvid, you’re everything. And that’s all that really matters.
Posts that either you or the drivers post about your relationship.
Pairing: Group 7:
Post 1: Lando Norris x Reader
Post 2: Oscar Piastri x Reader
Post 3: Max Fewtrell x Reader
Post 4: Sebastian Montoya x Reader
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a/n: Sorry I haven't been posting... Between college and other stuff, I haven't had much time and I've been going through a creative block... I don't know how often I'm going to post, but we'll see
@/Y/N.Y/L Thank you for the date night, baby. Happy anniversary! I love you!
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landonorris Happy anniversary, darling! I love you!
Y/N.Y/L <3
yourbestfriend Congrats! How was the food?
Y/N.Y/L It was great and the dessert was even better
yourbestfriend I'll have to go there sometime
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@/Y/N.Y/L Baseball Break Thank you, @/cardinals, for the invitation to the game
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oscarpiastri ⚾
Y/N.Y/L ❤️⚾
user1 New sport?
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user2 You look so good!
Y/N.Y/L Thank you!
@/maxfewtrell Carnival Night
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Y/N.Y/L Thank you for the amazing time, babe. I love you <3
maxfewtrell Glad you had a good time. I love you too
user1 They are so cute!
landonorris What did Y/N name the panda?
maxfewtrell Why don't you think I named it? ...Po, based on Kung Fu Panda
landonorris I knew it!
user2 She looks so happy, I'm glad they're together
@/Y/N.Y/L My boyfriend is cuter than everything
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sebasmontoya58 I found someone cuter
Y/N.Y/L Huh? Who?
sebasmontoya58 You :) <3
yourbestfriend You've broken her. She's giggling and kicking her feet as I type this
Pepe lay sprawled across the couch, a dramatic sigh escaping his lips as he clutched a blanket around himself. His forehead glistened with sweat, and his cheeks were flushed. “I swear, I’m dying,” he groaned, his voice muffled by the fabric.
You raised an eyebrow, trying to suppress a smile. “You just have a fever, Pepe. You’re being dramatic.”
“Just a fever?!” He turned his head to look at you, his expression exaggerated. “I can’t even remember the last time I felt this bad. I need… I need you here.”
“Right here?” you asked, stepping closer.
“Yes, like, right next to me,” he insisted, patting the space beside him. “I need my personal nurse.”
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile spreading across your face. “Your personal nurse is here. What do you need?”
He patted the space beside him, his voice a soft whine. “Come here. I need you close to fight off this… this illness.”
You chuckled and slid under the blanket next to him. “You’re such a baby.”
He snuggled closer, resting his head on your shoulder. “But I’m your baby,” he said, his tone a mix of playfulness and genuine need.
You reached for a cold cloth and gently placed it on his forehead. He sighed contentedly, leaning into your touch. “See? This is exactly what the doctor ordered.”
“More soup?” you asked, sitting up slightly.
“Yes, please, cariño,” he replied, his eyes lighting up. “And can you bring it back with a hug? I think I need extra love today.”
You giggled, getting up to prepare the soup. When you returned, you found him dramatically sprawled out on the couch, looking as if he were about to faint making you shake your head and smile.
“Your soup, my king,” you said, handing him the bowl.
“Thank you, mi ángel,” he replied, taking a small sip before dramatically swooning back against the couch. “How did I get so lucky?”
“Maybe it’s the fever talking,” you joked, but your heart fluttered at his words.
As you fed him, you could see the mischief return to his eyes. “You know,” he said between spoonfuls, “this isn’t so bad. I could get used to this kind of treatment.”
“Only when you’re sick,” you laughed, but deep down, you loved being the one to care for him.
After he finished, you settled back into his side, resting your head on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer. “Promise you’ll stay here until I’m better?”
“Always,” you whispered, feeling the warmth of his body and the soft rhythm of his breathing. “I’ll take care of you, Pepe.”
As he drifted off to sleep, you couldn’t help but smile. Even when he was sick, he still found a way to make your heart swell.
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my first time writing an xreader LOL, missing my man Pepe and I know I'm not the only one so Pepe girlies here you go! (this was requested so hopefully you lot will like it!)
drivers included: ollie bearman, kimi antonelli, dino beganovic, sebastian montoya and arthur leclerc
type: fluff & a tiny bit of angst
warnings: mentioning of jumping off a cliff (ollie) , small sexual innuendo (sebastian) , mention of making out (ollie), if any of those make you uncomfortable please keep scrolling!
photos are found on pinterest & all credits go to their rightful owners!
a/n: it’s my first time trying something like this so feedback is appreciated! i love sebastian montoya so i just HAD to include him. likes and reblogs are always appreciated, enjoy xx
Ollie Bearman
being ollie bear man’s girlfriend is no easy task
he’s constantly travelling around the world and sometimes being in a relationship is unrealistic for an f2 driver like him
but to be honest ollie would rather jump off a cliff than not have you by his side
the two of you are the exact embodiment of sleepy gf x cuddly boyfriend
whenever ollie gets the chance he flies you out to watch him race
late night walks together are a common thing for you both
LEGO DATES OF COURSE (reference to cosmic girl records)
cute good morning voice messages (HIS SLEEPY VOICE IS TO DIE FOR)
he’ll randomly send you photos of what he’s doing whether that’s photos of his meals or him at the gym he loves to keep you updated
in the EXTREMELY rare occasion you guys fight he’ll never EVER let you guys go to sleep without making up (and out 😌)
he loves gifting you flowers and he’ll keep one so he knows when to buy you another bouquet
he’s a goner when you play with his hair while cuddling
y’all hold hands under the table ALL THE TIME
he’s like your own personal photographer, constantly taking photos of you for your instagram or his
he 100% smiles when he reads your texts if you’re far away back home
sometimes it’s so bad that kimi and dino will tease him about it all day long
sings to you. badly, but you’re too nice to tell him he’s got a bad voice
you guys love watching movies together, whether it’s old movies like top gun or the latest ones like deadpool and wolverine
sometimes yall just sleep on the couch together
of course, ollie being the true romantic he is, loves taking you out to fancy restaurants, dancing in the rain, gives you his hoodies, the list could go on forever
facetiming and messaging 24/7
you guys could honestly talk forever, the conversation always flows so easily between you guys
y’all know that one scene in tangled where rapunzel and eugene are in the boat on the lake with the lanterns and eugene’s admiring rapunzel? LITERALLY YOU GUYS
i’d say, Ollie’s love language is 100% physical touch and quality time
homeboy CANNOT keep his hands of you, so you’ve either always got your fingers intertwined or his hands are around your waist or on your back
honestly? you couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend and ollie for a better girlfriend 💖
Kimi Antonelli
they say italians are one of the most romantic people on earth and kimi never fails to prove that to you
kimi has you laughing all the damn time with his habit of cracking jokes all day, sometimes the two of you will be sitting in silence, make eye contact and burst out laughing
he loves loves loves calling you cute names in italian, amore, bella, tesoro
he loves teaching you small phrases in italian
100% you guys are idiots to lovers, you both are lost in your own little world with humour only the two of you guys understand
kimi ALWAYS makes time for you, even when he’s tired, hes always up to call or cuddle no matter the hour
you’re a sucker for his italian accent 🇮🇹
you love playing “Bella Ciao” on full blast to wake him up from a nap
AND TRUST, at first he’s always grumpy
but he can never stay mad at you for long it’s always ends up with laughs and tickles
kimi texts you the funniest most random things
once you woke up to a text from kimi that read: do you think penguins get angry
safe to say you had to explain for the next couple of minutes to kimi that it was impossible to know because he kept hitting you with the “but why” card
he loves sending you memes that are definitely not funny just to see what your reaction is
he loves to tease you ALL the time
you guys love to take the silliest photos together
the two of you have a good social media presence which often includes making fun of each other and joking around. it makes the fans go crazy and love you two even more
yall have shared playlists fr and kimi just loves annoying you by adding the most weirdest songs like the barney theme song or the bill nye the science guy song
he gifted you a CD player once and he loves giving you CD’s he makes with songs he thinks you’ll like
he once told you he’d step on a LEGO for you
you guys love to attend concerts when you have a chance
dating kimi can sometimes be a walk in the park and other times not the easiest
comforting kimi after a bad race is always hardest because he’s such a dedicated and passionate driver
but there’s nothing that you can’t fix, if that’s just holding him while he’s upset or just sitting with him while he speaks, you’re there for him every time
and he loves you for that, you’re both teenagers but he’s 101% sure that one day he wants to marry you, and you? you’ve known it since the moment you met him
Dino Beganovic
dino may be the funniest guy you’ve ever met
he loves seeing you smile and each time he makes you laugh or smile it’s like an achievement
dino’s also an athletic guy, always in the gym or going on hikes in whatever country he’s in at the time
and he drags you along every time
sometimes it’s a pain but it’s worth it when he has the biggest smile ever when you guys reach the top of the mountain or exit the gym
dino’s an excellent cook despite what his friends may claim
he cooks for you any chance he gets
when you first found out Dino was swedish you nicknamed him IKEA boy just to annoy him
leaving you at home is the hardest thing he has to do and sometimes coming back is even harder, but you always make sure to stay up for him so when he walks through the front door you’re there to welcome him home
you find the fact that his name is ‘dino’ hilarious so you’ll randomly send him “🦖”only for him to reply with “🖕”
if there was one phrase to describe the two of you, it would be enemies to lovers
the first time you ever met dino was when your mutual friend arthur introduced you to him, and instantly you didn’t like him
you honestly never figured out why, maybe it was because you were jealous of how confident and smart he was?
yes, that’s probably it
and when you guys first met, the feeling was mutual, dino didn’t exactly like you either
but because of arthur who was whole heartedly convinced that he could get his two best friends together, you eventually began to feel things for dino and guess what?
he felt the same
it didn’t take long for you guys to get together
and arthur made a lot of cash in the process considering the whole grid had made a bet with him
you hold it against him till this day
but nevertheless it was the best choice you’d ever made, becoming dino’s girlfriend
he’s a gentlemen through and through
you often fly out to surprise Dino at his races and its always worth it to see his ginormous grin when he sees you
you guys definitely have your rough patches in your relationship but you both work through it together every time
you guys love going on cute coffee dates, especially to the cafe’s in Sweden, the two of you have a mission to find the best cafe there
he loves taking you to museums when you both visit his home
he loves telling you stories of his childhood and hometown since the two of you both grew up in different places
before dino you’d never believed you could ever fall for someone like him, and he proved you wrong yet again
Sebastian Montoya
he’s not f2 but i just HAD to include him, he’s my cutie patootie fr
if there was on word to describe sebastian it would be oblivious
you had a good fat crush on him for a solid 3 years before the two of you got together
he just could never get a hint
you tried your best to subtly show that you liked him but he’d brush it off as you being overly kind or something like that
both of your families were super close so you basically grew up together
you were the same age as him so you were the closest out of everyone in the family
it wasn’t until your 15th birthday when Sebastian took you by surprise and confessed he had feelings for you
how could he not? you were stunning and basically his best friend. childhood friends to lovers, are you joking?
you always accompanied him to any karting competition or tournaments, you were and still are his biggest fan
sebastian is like a dream come true
he’s hilarious and sweet and caring and you could go on and on about how
he’s such a charmer, especially with his words
he loves calling you cute names in spanish such as cariño, mi amor, bebe, angelita, hermosa and so many more
dating sebastian is like you always though it would be like
he’s the loyalest guy you know
he loves going to the gym and he’ll send you photos whenever he’s there
you both have a habit of calling each other before you go to sleep, talking about how your day went or what you had for dinner that day
you’d think with both his parents being able to cook such great colombian food he’d be a great cook but you’d be wrong
sebastian nearly once set your kitchen on fire when he tried to fry an egg which goes to show just how bad of a cook he is
so you take the reins when it comes to cooking your meals when you eat together
sebastian’s probably the funniest guy you know, humour comes to him so naturally you’re almost jealous
yeah, you guys fight more than you’d like to admit, but he’s always the first one to apologise and pull you into a hug, peppering you with kisses
he’s like a giant teddy bear if they were absolutely ripped and had the biggest biceps you’d ever seen
sebastian often has to go away and he wishes he could take you along every time so when you get a chance you always accompany him
flights to wherever he’s racing that weekend is always fun
once you tried to convince him to do a face mask with you on the flight but he wouldn’t budge
sebastian loves touching you, not always in a sexual way but even sometimes just soft touches or holding hands is enough for him
kisses, kisses and more kisses
he absolutely loves it when you play with his hair
if you accompany him to the gym he’s definitely showing you off
whenever the colombian football team is versing another team you always go for the other team just to annoy sebastian
you guys often post each other on your instagram stories, usually including a joking insult
if you’d told your 13 year old self that you were dating sebastian she would not believe you at all, and well maybe dreams do come true
Arthur Leclerc
you never ever thought you’d end up dating charles leclerc’s little brother
the first time you met arthur was in a supermarket at 9pm, you were rushing around, late to a party when you crashed head on with a stranger
that stranger just so happened to be arthur leclerc, you recognised him immediately as he bent down to pick up all his groceries that had fallen on the ground
you realised you were standing there gaping, you immediately apologised and helped him pick up his shopping
arthur was taken by surprise when he looked up to see such a . . . mess. to say the least
your mascara was poorly applied and your outfit was NOT it at all
it nearly made him laugh at the absurdity of it all, and yet as he continued to watch as you apologised he was stunned by your eyes
they were well, gorgeous.
he asked for your number much to your surprise and well the rest was history
arthur is by far the most sweetest and handsomest guy you’ve ever met
he helps pick out your outfits for the day without complaint, always helping you put on your heels when you guys go out for dinner
arthur loves to be by your side 24/7
whether it’s to make sure other guys don’t get the wrong idea or just because he loves being in your company he’s always with you
but of course because he’s a formula 2 driver his job requires him to travel a lot
which often means you’re left alone, it sometimes poses to be difficult for the two of you, especially you and it sometimes ends with you guys fighting
but there’s nothing that the two of you both can’t overcome together
he looks at you like you hung up the stars 🤩
arthur loves making you laugh, it’s like he could high on just your laughter
so any chance he gets to make you laugh, he takes it and honestly it only makes you love him more
matching outfits? definitely.
cute french nicknames, mon amour is a favourite for sure
arthur loves to gift you things, whether it’s perfumes, clothes, handbags, if you linger too long on something while you’re shopping, best to know that it’ll appear in your apartment in the next week
he absolutely loves to take you on the craziest dates ever, bungee jumping, sky diving, swimming with sharks, anything that’s completely crazy? definitely.
maybe it was fate or something like that, but arthur’s grateful that you crashed into him that night in the supermarket, looking like a mess, you couldn’t have looked prettier in his eyes.
a/n: AHHH! So that’s brings us to the end, thank you for reading if you got to the end!
