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."
summary . . . Your best friend, Gaby, set you up with a blind date and is forcing you to go. Little did you know, it was with your celebrity crush, Pepe
request . . . yes!! based on this request!
word count . . . N/A
warnings . . . none!
faceclaim . . . christina nadin
alexavia yaps . . . HAPPY VALENTINES GANGALANG!!!!! so sorry if its short or lacks content but i have my scholarship exam tmrw and i need to study!! i might write a oneshot later today but until now ill only post this!! each post is kind of a monthly update of their relationship up until valentines!!
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yourusername it's still november and my best friend is forcing me to go on a blind date so i can get a valentine
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gabyprentice_ you should thank me
yourusername no?
gabyprentice_ you really will after you see him
christian.mansell trust me y/n you will
yourusername WHO IS HE
gabyprentice_ it's called a blind date for a reason
christian.mansell i can't wait to see your reaction when you see who it is
gabyprentice_ neither can i
username1 so prettyyy
username2 the breakfast looks so good
username3 let us know who he is
yourusername i will once i know who he is myself
username3 the suspense is killing me omgg
username4 praying for y/n bc blind dates never end well
username5 i just know christian and gaby made y/n's life a living hell with this date
username6 WHAT IF ITS PEPE
username7 WAIT IT COULD BE
username8 woah
username9 y/n please post more updating us about the mystery date
yourbsf who's that gorgeous lady
yourusername me
yourbsf you can't be this beautiful also send me your reaction when you see the blind date
yourusername wow okay SO YOU KNOW WHO HE IS TOO??
gabyprentice_ we told her
yourusername AND NOT ME?
yourbsf its a BLIND date
yourusername i will ram your head into the wall 😊
username10 you shoud update us every month until valentines so we can see the relationship progress
username11 yess omg pls do that y/n
username12 man i love you for this
yourusername ill think about it
username13 how can someone be so prettyyyy
username14 this blind date lucky asf bc anyone is BLESSED if they just get one look at y/n
username15 meow
username16 real
username17 screaming crying throwing up why coyldnt it be me
username18 this is pinterest aesthetic coded
username19 SO PRETTYYYYYYYY
username18 queen
username19 fr fr
username20 MY HEART CANT TAKE THIS SHIT I NEED TO KNOW WHO MYSTERY MAN IS
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yourusername best dinner date i've ever had (i'm not talking about the food)
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username21 EH???
username22 HER CELEBITY CRUSH LMFAO
username23 i feel like she wont be hating christian and gavby so much anymore
username24 HOW ARE THEY BOTH SO PRETTYYYY
username25 my kind of love frrr
username26 no.1 couple argument closed
username27 sigh i wish i was a wag
pepemartiofficial i'm glad you enjoyed it!
yourusername i had so much fun!! thank you for not leaving me when i panicked
pepemartiofficial maybe we can both have a redemption? next week?
yourusername i'd love that!
gabyprentice_ i'll text you each others numbers <3
yourusername we already exchanged them
username28 MR MARTI i was NOT aware of your game
username29 i live for these updates
username30 y/n me on my KNEES
username31 what id pay to be pepe
christian.mansell didn't go so bad, did it?
yourusername SHUT UP you could've matched us like way sooner
christian.mansell it was fun seeing you panic
yourusername SHUT UP
christian.mansell so violent and for what?
username32 OKAY OKAY I SEE THE VISION
username33 shes so pretty omgggg
username34 idk if i want to be y/n or pepe
username35 holy shit hes gorgeous
username36 came here for pepe stayed for y/n
yourbsf woah youre so hot
yourusername youre hotter
yourbsf nahhh youre way hotter
yourusername yk who is hotter than all of us
yourbsf oh god not again
yourusername i texted you the name 😈
yourbsf i was expecting it
christian.mansell 🏃🏃
yourbsf what are you running to...?
christian.mansell the y/n blind date plan gc
yourusername WHAT
yourusername add me i want to see what you three are saying about me
gabyprentice_ no way
yourusername come on guys i just want to see
yourbsf nuh uh
christian.mansell don't even try i'm saying no
yourusername sigh i deserve better friends
gabyprentice_ reminder that we set you up on this date
yourusername yeah yeah i said im grateful
yourbsf you better be
username37 man i love them
username38 HELP THE GC LORE IS INSANE
username39 did yourbsf just expose them or
username40 i feel like im intruding reading the comments between them
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pepemartiofficial barcelona in december 🤍
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username41 A SOFT LAUNCH??? EH????
username42 THE PICS??? EXCLUSIVE SUBSCRIPTION??? EXCUSE ME???
username43 how is he so good looking
username44 the face card is INSANE
username45 I NEED THIS SO BADLY UGHHHHHHH
username46 STOP WHO IS THIS
username47 need a boyfriend like him
christian.mansell i see the soft launch vision
pepemartiofficial okay christian
sebasmontoya58 hes getting brave with it
christian.mansell yes he is
sebasmontoya58 our little boy is growing up 😭
pepemartiofficial 🤨
mariboya64 he probably forgot about us now
christian.mansell he wont hang out with us like he used to
sebasmontoya58 he'll be acting more mature
mariboya64 now he'll ditch us for dates like this
pepemartiofficial no
sebasmontoya58 another man fallen down along christian and me
mariboya64 okay sebastian
christian.mansell HELP
pepemartiofficial you know our girlfriends created a gc and are planning against us
sebasmontoya58 yeah i'm in it
christian.mansell WHAT??? i'm forcing gaby and y/n to let me join
username48 who tf is y/n
username49 idk maybe she's mari's gf??
username50 her insta is yourusername she's pepe's gf
username51 if my bf aint like this ion want him
yourbsf ill admit this is actually cute
pepemartiofficial thank you!!
yourusername we're not cute we're hot
yourbsf you're both tho
pepemartiofficial true
gabyprentice_ why'd you have to ruin such a beautiful and innocent moment
pepemartiofficial life
yourusername WORDS 🗣️ 💯🙏❗
username52 legit can't decide if i should cry or clap
username53 oh how i need this more than oxygen
username54 so um whens the wedding
username55 whens the hard launch more like
username56 y/n fans living the life we knew about this before all of you
username57 im sighing dreamily at these pictures
username58 THE PICS.
username59 giggling blushing and kicking my feet
username60 when will pepe post more y/n sigh
yourusername how are you so gorgeous
pepemartiofficial i should be asking YOU that
yourusername omg i'm blushing you flatter me
pepemartiofficial shouldn't be flattery if it's the truth
yourusername love youuuu
pepemartiofficial love you more
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yourusername january 2025 life updates: 1. me and the 6 foot skyscraper are still together, 2. i might have a chance at getting a valentine, 3. my gallery is full of pictures of pepe, 4. me, gaby, pepe and christian have went on 17 double dates in 2024
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username61 how to kms no borax no glue
username62 people DIED (i'm people)
username63 THE LOOK OF LOVE
username64 THE RUSH OF BLOOD
username65 THE SHES WITH ME IS THE GALLIC SHURG
username66 its not a want its a NEED
username67 17 double dates in two months is crazy
username68 i just KNOW their kids will be BEAUTIFUL
username69 face card never declined
username70 and never will
mariboya64 don't go stealing around our best friend like gaby did with christian
sebasmontoya58 i dislike wags always stealing our friends
yourusername im just the girlfriend 😔
gabyprentice_ me too 😔
littlefoxhermes i see
sebasmontoya58 no wait i'm sorry
pepemartiofficial haha
username72 Y/N FINALLY GOT THE VALENTINE SHE WANTED!!!!!
username73 y/n x gaby
username74 the otp fr
username75 the lack of pepe is concerning
username76 fr like WHERE IS HEEEEEE
pepemartiofficial add more photos of your beautiful face
yourusername i want to see YOUR beautiful race
pepemartiofficial running
username77 there he is
yourbsf please please please don't force me to get a date for valentines i promise i had nothing to do with you getting spray painted on the street on 17th may
yourusername sorry?
username78 SPRAY PAINTED???
username79 theyre more chaotic than we thought oh my god
username80 aww y/n looks so cute
chirstian.mansell is he giving a presenation
pepemartiofficial no i was describing my love for her
yourusername oh...😊 josep maria marti you make me blush
yourbsf pepe? what did we talk about?
pepemartiofficial im sorry pls dont kill me
yourbsf i wont just because you take photos of my beautful girl
yourusername i love you your/bsf/name
yourbsf love you too y/n
yourusername i love you so much pepe 🤍
pepemartiofficial love you more mi linda
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yourusername i blinked and suddenly i had a valentine
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username81 deleting all my socials after this
username82 they are SOULMATES vro
username83 this screams 'forever and always'
username84 Y/N FINALLY GOT THE VALENTINE SHE WANTED AND DESERVED
username85 legit fairytale vibes
username86 imagine being this in love
gabyprentice_ to think this all started with a blind date
christian.mansell it's crazy
yourbsf and now they can't be seperated for more than 15 minutes
username87 LAUFEY!!!!!!!!
username88 i am JEALOUS, ENVIOUS, GREEN.
username89 i mean they were bound to meet sooner or later bc of christian being a mutual friend
username90 they ARE the main characters
username91 FRR like everyone else is just a side character
username92 alexa play 'that should be me' by justin bieber
yourbsf my girl finally got the valentine she deserved
yourusername all thanks to you, christian and gaby <33 love you guys smm
yourbsf np bby <33 love youuuu
gabyprentice_ we love you more!!
christian.mansell 🥹 y/n being mature for once
username93 HSHSHSH MY FAVVV SONG
username94 STOP I CANT WAIT TO SEE HER IN THE PADDOCK
username95 if they break up then love isnt real
gabyprentice_ you two deserve it! take care of my little sister pepe
yourusername GABYYYY STOP
pepemartiofficial will do
yourusername i love my life
pepemartiofficial and i love you
username96 i just know they are each other's ride or dies
username97 where to buy a pepe asking for a friend
username98 if i could id just take over one of their bodies to experience this love
username99 im waiting for the fics
username100 straight out of romeo and juliet
yourusername i love you so so so much 🤍 you are everything to me mr marti
pepemartiofficial youre my everything too, te amo más de lo que las palabras pueden decir (I love you more than words can say)
yourusername STOP IM GOING TO CRY 🫶🥹 I LOVE YOU SO SO SO MUCH
pepemartiofficial I LOVE YOU MORE THAN EVERYTHING MI LINDA
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username101 HAPPY VALENTINESSS
username102 im screaming this is so romantic
username103 he could do so much better than you
username104 i wish i was a wag
username105 so prettyyyyy
pepemartiofficial i love you so much mi linda 🤍
yourusername i love so much more hermoso 🤍🤍
pepemartiofficial forever
yourusername and always
fin.
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“I thought I’d never be okay, but now I know that I’m okay.” (Niki, La La Lost You) ⋆˙⟡ —
Synopsis: After a crush on driver Paul Aron leaves you heartbroken, you unexpectedly find yourself pursued by Campos Driver, Pepe Martí. As he gently shows you kindness and patience, you start to realize that love isn’t as hopeless as it once seemed.
Genre: Angst, Slowburn + Fluff !!
Pairing: Pepe Martí x Fem!Reader
Warnings: This entire fic in itself, because it was a random idea I had at 12 am after finding out the guy I started gaining feelings for had a girlfriend (PLEASE 2025 be good to me, I can’t keep going through these things even if it is for the plot)
Note: Honestly, I just wanted an outlet to vent out my feelings because I haven’t felt the pain of heartbreak in over a year and this one felt extra bittersweet because I couldn’t even form a connection with the guy. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it! Love lots, and don’t forget to like + reblog as always.
Chasing the Apex (Paul’s Version) !!
For as long as you could remember, you had noticed that love wasn’t always the kindest towards you. From one-sided crushes to having your heart crushed entirely by your ex, you honestly don't understand why the universe could be so cruel. That was until you met Paul.
As one of the social media managers for the Formula 2 grid, you handled posts and updates throughout race weekends. Being around the same age as most of the younger drivers, you got along with them pretty easily.
But none of them caught your attention quite like Paul Aron.
You’ve always noticed Paul. It’s hard not to, really. He’s the kind of person who effortlessly draws attention with his charm, his smile, and the way he carries himself—like he’s not just a talented racer, but someone who genuinely enjoys life, which made him one of the highlights of your first season on the grid as well.
His presence lights up a room, and though you’ve crossed paths a few times during FIA events or networking opportunities, you’ve never had the chance to talk to him. But every time you see him, something about him draws you in, leaving you with a flutter in your chest that you can’t quite explain.
It happens again one evening, at a Porsche networking event. You’re standing near the refreshment table, trying to stay calm as you check your phone, making sure everything’s ok for your blog post the next day. Then you hear a voice, smooth and warm, cutting through the chatter.
“Is the Wi-Fi in this place always this spotty, or is it just tonight?” Paul says, his tone light and friendly.
You glance up, slightly startled. His smile catches you off guard, as if he’s genuinely amused by the moment, not just making small talk. He’s standing a few feet away, holding a drink in one hand, his other hand casually resting on the edge of the table.
You laugh softly, trying to steady your nerves. “Honestly, it might just be this place. I’ve had worse reception at airports.”
He chuckles, a sound that’s easygoing and somehow puts you at ease. “I swear, Wi-Fi is the real race here. Always competing with my connection.”
You can’t help but smile at the way he talks, as though you’re both sharing a private joke. The conversation stays light, but it’s easy. There’s no awkwardness. He listens as much as he speaks, and you feel like, for a few moments, the world narrows down to just the two of you. But then, just as quickly as the moment began, it’s over. 
Paul nods, excusing himself to chat with someone else, leaving you standing there, feeling a strange mix of giddy and disappointed.
Over the next few days, you find yourself replaying that brief encounter in your mind, analyzing every word, every glance. Each time you pass him at the track or at another event, you catch yourself lingering, watching him from the corner of your eye, fascinated by the way he interacts with everyone around him.
He’s effortlessly kind, almost too charismatic for his own good, and you can’t help but be drawn to him even more, though you keep your feelings to yourself.
It’s all so easy for him, and you can’t shake the thought that he’s the kind of person who could make anyone feel special. Even if he doesn’t notice you, you find yourself quietly admiring him from afar.
One evening, you’re idly scrolling through social media, distracted by the usual updates and posts, when something catches your eye. It’s a tag in one of Paul’s photos, leading you to a girl’s account. You hesitate for a moment, but curiosity wins out, and you click on it.
You had seen this girl around and recognized her as the new Hi-Tech GP social media intern.
At first, it’s easy to tell yourself that you’re just browsing. After all, it’s just another account, right? But soon, you find yourself diving deeper—scrolling through the posts, the captions, the shared moments between them.
Each photo feels like a glimpse into a world you’ll never be a part of: the vacations, the inside jokes, the smiles exchanged in private moments.
At first, you brushed it off as nothing more than a friendship, but the more you saw, the more it seemed like there was something more. It’s all perfectly curated, as if everything about their relationship is designed to be seen, to be admired.
Before you even knew it, you find it. A highlight that’s pinned at the top of her profile—a video of Paul looking at her with such tenderness in his eyes.
The way he smiles, so genuine, so in love, sends a sharp pang through your chest. You swallow hard, the weight of the moment settling in. He’s taken. And there’s nothing you can do about it.
As you sat there, staring at more photos of them smiling, traveling, and sharing intimate moments (there were even photos of her with his family and you almost felt like throwing up), the weight of it settled on you.
It hit you all at once—the reality that Paul wasn’t just out of reach, but he was with someone else. And in that moment, the pain was sharper than you expected. You’d been holding onto a hope that was never yours to have, and suddenly you’re reminded of why you never pursued a connection, until now.
Another rush of emotions hit you like a bus—jealousy, sadness, and a crushing sense of inadequacy. You couldn’t help but compare yourself to the girl in the photos, wondering if you were ever enough or if you’d ever measure up to what Paul seemed to have with someone else.
It seemed impossible, especially when you were just a regular girl, whilst Paul’s girlfriend looked like she modeled during the off-season.
It didn’t make sense, you knew that. After all, you had no claim over him. But the feelings didn’t care about logic. The more you thought about it, the more it hurt—you couldn’t shake the sting of seeing them together, knowing you weren’t ever meant to be part of his story.
It felt like a cruel reminder that no matter how much you’d hoped, love was always just out of reach. The realization hits you like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, you can’t bring yourself to look away.
It is now the present and you feel better, but you haven’t fully healed from the trauma just yet. You were so determined to distract yourself from the pain that you had thrown yourself into work and your blog that you had created as an escape from the world.
The rhythm of curating content helps clear your mind, and you even rediscover hobbies you had set aside for too long in the midst of it all. You hadn't given up on love entirely but forced yourself to keep your mind occupied so that the pain would be the least of your worries.
Whenever the emotions and stress of work start to overwhelm you, you lean on your friends, finding comfort in their support and understanding. It’s not a perfect fix, but it helps you push forward, one step at a time.
Ever since you decided to swamp yourself with work, you started to find new friendships with the other rookies and drivers on the grid.
Pepe Martí is someone you’ve seen around before, but you’ve never really interacted with much. You were always mostly with Paul or Ollie, sometimes Isack, Pepe’s teammate, but you barely crossed each other’s paths unless it came to media or updates regarding the F2 socials.
Unexpectedly, as you start to bump into him more often, you start noticing his presence just a bit more. At first, it’s casual—a quick hello in passing, a smile shared before he goes on his way. But soon, it feels like more.
You start to notice how often your paths cross, as if the universe is aligning in subtle ways, but you digress, since you were way too focused on yourself and work to even think about anything else.
Soon enough, you find yourself hanging around the Campos Racing garage during the next few races. What catches you off guard is how warm and attentive Pepe is whenever you’re there to have a casual chat or just to relax before they get on track.
In every conversation, whether it’s about racing or something completely unrelated, he listens with genuine interest.
There’s no rush, no forced small talk. It’s as if he cares about what you’re saying, and that’s something you didn’t realize you’d been missing.
You first notice it one afternoon when you’re at the F2 paddock, buried in your phone and laptop as you work on a new blog post. A familiar voice interrupts your focus.
“Hey,” Pepe says, leaning against the fence next to you with a casual smile. His presence is relaxed but unwavering, as if he’s just always there. “I saw your latest post about the Monaco Grand Prix. That was pretty solid. You have a real way with words.”
You glance up, a little surprised by the compliment, but you return his smile. “Thanks,” you reply, trying to keep your voice steady. “I’ve been diving into the details a bit more lately.”
You weren't used to compliments on things like your blog, but when someone notices how much work you put in, you can’t help but feel bashful.
Pepe nods, clearly interested. “I can tell. I didn’t realize you knew so much about the strategy behind it all.”
“F1 is a lot more than just the race itself,” you explain, feeling a spark of excitement. “It’s the stories, the tactics, the behind-the-scenes stuff that gets missed.”
He seems genuinely engaged. “You should do a piece on how the strategy changes with the weather conditions next time. It’d be interesting to see your take on it.”
You blink in surprise, almost speechless. “That’s a great idea, actually,” you admit, a little flustered.
Pepe grins. “Glad you think so. I’ll be reading it when it’s up.” He straightens up, giving you a wink before walking away, leaving you both flattered and puzzled by his sudden interest.
‘Lock in, Y/n. God, now is not the time to be flustered because of a guy,’ you try to shake off the feeling but can’t help but feel a newfound sense of appreciation towards Pepe.
Over the next few days, you notice Pepe around more. It starts with small things—asking for your opinion on the latest race results, asking if you’re going to any of the after-race events, or simply offering a casual “Hey, how’s the blog going?” when he sees you walking between the pits.
Each time, his words are light but thoughtful, as though he’s genuinely interested, not just making small talk. There’s no rush to any of his actions, no pressure—just a quiet confidence that feels both comforting and intriguing.
One evening, after a long day of racing, you find him sitting in the garage and staring out at the grandstand as he is looking up at the sunset. You walk over, hesitant but curious.
“Mind if I join?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.
He looks up, his smile warm and easy. “Not at all. The view’s better with company, anyway.”
You sit down next to him, and for a few moments, there’s just the hum of the distant engines and the warmth of the setting sun. Then, quietly, Pepe turns toward you.
“I like how you see things,” he says, his voice sincere. “The way you talk about the races, the details... it’s like you bring a whole new perspective to it. Not many people see it the way you do.” You look at him, surprised by his words.
“I’m just... trying to share the side of it people don’t always notice. You know, the stuff that’s hidden.” Pepe nods slowly, as if processing your words. “Yeah, I get that. You have a way of making the unseen things feel important.”
For a moment, you both sit in comfortable silence, the connection between you growing deeper with each passing second. He doesn’t push. He doesn’t rush. He’s just there, a steady presence, showing up when you least expect it.
And slowly, it starts to feel like maybe this quiet, consistent attention is something more than just friendly banter.
It wasn’t noticeable at first—mostly small gestures that you brush off as coincidence.
One morning, after a particularly tough day at the track, you’re buried in your laptop, trying to finish up a blog post, when you hear footsteps behind you.
You look up to find Pepe standing there, holding out a Red Bull can in your direction with a small smile.
“Figured you could use this,” he says, his voice casual but thoughtful. “You looked like you could use a pick-me-up.”
You blink, surprised by the gesture. Energy drinks weren’t exactly your choice of drink when it came to caffeine, but you were grateful for the drink. “Thanks, I really appreciate it.”
Pepe shrugs, a playful glint in his eyes. “No problem. I’ve been there—long days, late nights. Thought a Red Bull might help since I don’t really like coffee.”
You accept the drink and open it, feeling a warmth spread through you—not from the Red Bull, but from the kindness in his eyes.
It’s not the first time he’s done something like this. The more you think about it, the more you realize that, over the past few weeks, he’s been going out of his way to make sure you feel seen—whether it’s checking in on how your day’s going or making sure you’re okay during hectic moments.
As the days pass, he starts sharing stories about his own struggles in racing—how he’s dealt with pressure, the challenges of balancing his personal life with his career (not to mention the shitty luck he’d been having lately).
His openness catches you off guard, and you find yourself listening intently, feeling a connection you didn’t expect.
“You’d be surprised how much racing can mess with your head sometimes,” he says one afternoon, leaning against a wall as he talks. “But you have to push through, even when everything feels off.”
His words linger with you long after the conversation ends. And for the first time, you see him in a new light—not just as someone who’s kind and attentive, but as someone who truly understands the ups and downs of life, someone who knows how to make you feel special without even trying.
Despite Pepe’s kindness lately, you hesitate. Every time he goes out of his way to make you feel special, you can’t help but feel a flutter in your chest, but something pulls you back.
Your mind still lingers on Paul—the way he smiled at her, the way his presence felt so magnetic, even from a distance. It’s like an anchor you can’t shake, a feeling you’re not ready to let go of.
One night, unable to sleep, you find yourself texting your closest friend, Marina. You vent about everything—how much you’re drawn to Pepe’s attention, but how you feel stuck on Paul, unable to move past the crush that was never meant to be.
Your Marina’s reply comes almost immediately. "You’re holding onto something that wasn’t yours to begin with. Paul is in a relationship, and no matter how much you wish it were different, you deserve more than just hoping for a chance."
The words hit harder than you expect, and you feel the truth in them—like a weight lifting off your chest. You pause, staring at the screen, then take a deep breath. "I know," you text back. "I’m just scared to let go."
Your friend’s response is simple but reassuring: "Letting go doesn’t mean forgetting. It just means making space for something that’s actually real."
You close your eyes for a moment, letting those words sink in. And for the first time, you feel the weight of holding onto Paul begin to lift, replaced by a quiet sense of clarity. Maybe you’re ready to move forward.
It’s late one evening, and you find yourself talking to Pepe again, this time in the quiet of a nearly empty garage after a long day of media and racing.
The conversation starts off light, but as the hours pass, something shifts. You’re sitting across from him, both of you exhausted but not ready to call it a night.
Without warning, Pepe looks at you, his usual playful demeanor replaced by something more earnest.
“You know,” he says, his voice softer than usual, “I really admire how you handle everything. I’ve seen the way you juggle work, racing, everything. You’ve got this strength about you that’s... rare. It’s not just about how you push through tough times, but the way you stay true to yourself, even when everything feels impossible.”
You blink, caught off guard by the sincerity in his words. “I... don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything,” he replies, his gaze steady. “I just think you’re incredible. And I don’t think enough people tell you that.”
His words catch you off guard, and something inside you stirs—a warmth, a flutter of something new. The walls you’ve carefully built around yourself begin to crack, just a little.
It’s not just the compliment itself, but the way he says it—without any expectation, no hidden motive. Just pure, honest admiration.
You look at him, really look at him, and for the first time, you begin to see him in a new light. He’s not just kind and attentive—he’s genuine, and that genuineness makes everything about him feel different, something you didn’t expect.
You sit in silence for a moment, letting his words settle in. The weight of the day, the pressure of expectations, and the uncertainty that’s been following you around seem to melt away, if only for a brief second.
You didn’t realize how much you needed to hear that—to be seen, really seen, for who you are and not just what you do.
Pepe shifts a little, his gaze still warm and steady. “I know and understand that it’s not easy. I’ve seen how much effort you put into everything you do. But don’t forget that you deserve to have someone see you for the amazing person you are, not just for what you’re capable of.”
You swallow, blinking away the unexpected emotion. The vulnerability in his words makes your heart ache, but in a way that feels freeing, like a weight lifting off your shoulders. “I... don’t know if I believe that,” you admit, your voice softer than you expected.
“You will,” he says with a smile that makes your chest flutter. “Because you’re worth it. You’ve always been worth it.”
The sincerity in his eyes, the quiet but powerful way he expresses his admiration—it breaks through the last of the walls you’ve built up around yourself.
In that moment, you realize how much he’s not just seen you, but understood you. And maybe, just maybe, it’s time to start seeing him, too, not as someone in the background of your thoughts, but as someone who could be a part of your future.
Suddenly, you realize that this connection with him could be more than just a passing feeling.
As the days pass, you find yourself spending more time with Pepe—whether it's during work events, casual hangouts, or just those quiet moments where the world seems to slow down. And with each interaction, you begin to notice the little things that set him apart.
It’s in the way he listens when you talk, really listens, as if he values every word you say. He doesn't just hear you; he understands you.
When you ramble on about your latest fashion idea or a new post you're planning for your blog, he’s there, nodding along, offering insights or just genuinely interested in what excites you. He makes you feel like your passions are important, even if they seem trivial to others.
And then there’s the way he encourages you, not just with words, but in his actions. When you doubt yourself, he’s there to remind you of your strength, to tell you that you’re capable of so much more than you realize.
It’s the little things—those quiet words of encouragement when you need them most—that make you feel seen in ways you hadn’t expected.
But perhaps most of all, it’s the care he shows for your happiness. It’s the way he asks about your day, not because he feels he has to, but because he genuinely wants to know.
How your day went, if you’re feeling okay, if there's anything he can do to make things better. It’s a kindness you didn’t know you needed, and slowly, you begin to realize that these small acts—these simple gestures—are what make him someone truly special.
When things aren’t going as smoothly for him, you’re there to support him in the same way. You’re with him through the highs and the lows, whether it’s during a frustrating race where he’s forced to retire early or a weekend where things just don’t seem to click.
After a no-finish result in one of the races, you tell him: “You gave it your all. It wasn’t your day, but I know you'll bounce back.” It’s the small, thoughtful words that show him you care, even when he’s at his lowest.
Then comes the Azerbaijan Grand Prix. You’re watching the race unfold, and your stomach drops when you see his car lose control and crash.
You hold your breath, your heart pounding, as the screen cuts away. Your thoughts race until you hear an update confirming that he’s okay, but you can’t help but worry. You know he’s going to be shaken up, even if it doesn’t show.
You’re one of the first people to get to the medical bay after the crash. When you walk in, Pepe is sitting on the bed, his helmet off, his face a mix of frustration and exhaustion.
His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, there's a silence between you. He’s still processing everything that just happened.
“Hey," you say softly, approaching him. "You good?"
He gives a small, tired smile. "Yeah, just... it's frustrating, you know? I thought I had it under control, but... things happen. Not to mention the lock up we had the other day,"
You pull up a chair beside him, sitting down without a second thought. "I saw it. But you’re here, and that’s all that matters." You place a hand on his arm, offering a quiet reassurance. "I’m just glad you're okay."
He meets your eyes, his expression softening. "Thanks for being here," he says, his voice sincere. "It means a lot, more than you know."
For a moment, you just sit there together, the chaos of the race weekend fading into the background. And as you talk about the race, his crash, and what’s next, you realize just how much you care—not just for his career, but for him.
The connection you share feels deeper than ever, something solid and real.
After everything—the highs and lows, the moments of doubt and clarity—you find yourself standing at a crossroads.
You think about all the times you’ve hesitated, the moments you almost pulled away, unsure if you were ready to move on, still clinging to a love that never was. But as you look at Pepe, sitting beside you, as present and steady as he’s always been, something clicks.
It’s not just the way he’s supported you, or how he’s always seen the best in you, even when you couldn’t see it in yourself.
It’s how he makes you feel, not just valued, but cherished for exactly who you are—the messy, complex, imperfect you. In his eyes, you’re enough. And for the first time in a long time, you believe it, too.
Pepe’s kindness, patience, and unwavering support have shown you a kind of love that’s not based on fleeting moments or unattainable ideals. It’s real. It’s grounded. And more than anything, it’s filled with hope—a hope you hadn’t realized you’d lost until now.
So, when he looks at you, his gaze filled with something deeper than friendship, you finally allow yourself to take the leap. You smile, a little unsure, but ready. “Pepe, I think I’m ready for this.”
He grins, his eyes lighting up with a warmth that makes your heart flutter. “Me too,” he says, his voice low and genuine. “I’ve been waiting for you to be ready.”
In that moment, you know, with certainty, that you’ve chosen the right path. You’re not just moving on—you’re moving forward, with someone who will walk beside you every step of the way, supporting you, loving you, and reminding you that you’re worthy of all the happiness you’ve been seeking.
Epilogue:
Months have passed since you and Pepe decided to give love a real shot, and life has never felt brighter. His unwavering presence and quiet strength have become your anchor, and the happiness you’ve found together is undeniable.
The laughter you share, the quiet moments together, and the way he looks at you with so much care and love, it all fills you with a peace you didn’t know was possible.
It’s the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix weekend, and Pepe is in peak form. You’re on the edge of your seat, clutching your puppy’s leash as the race unfolds.
When Pepe crosses the finish line in first place, the roar of the crowd barely registers as you’re too busy cheering alongside his parents with all your might.
Later, you meet him in parc fermé, tears of joy in your eyes as he steps out of the car. He doesn’t hesitate, pulling you into a tight hug, his helmet still tucked under his arm.
“I couldn’t have done it without you,” he whispers, his words meant just for you despite the bustling celebrations around you.
That evening, you’re by his side as the team celebrates his victory. The champagne flows, and the glow of his achievement lights up the room. But it’s the quiet moments you share—when he leans over to steal a kiss and murmurs how much you mean to him—that remind you how lucky you are.
The next day, as you’re strolling through the paddock together, you catch sight of Paul in the distance.
He’s talking to someone, but his eyes briefly flicker to you and Pepe. His expression shifts for just a second—an unrecognizable look you can’t quite place—but you don’t dwell on it.
Pepe squeezes your hand, and your attention snaps back to him. He’s smiling at you in that way that makes your heart race, the way that reminds you of why you chose him. The life you’ve built together is filled with love, laughter, and hope—and you wouldn’t trade it for anything.
surprising your long-distance boyfriend has never been sweeter.
warnings/notes: fluff, a meet-cute, just some general sweet stuff
a/n: for my pepe enjoyers out there <3 oh how I love this man. enjoy!
You met him at a bar in Barcelona.
It was clear, based on your initial judgment, that he doesn't frequent these establishments. His fingers fiddled with the condensation on his glass. When he's not swiping at the droplets, he's tugging at the tie loosely hanging around his neck.
He had his friends with him, at least, and they seemed to be having a good time. They must be celebrating something or on the way home from a formal event as they're all dressed sharply, youthful faces made a little more mature by the crisp fabric of their suits.
Your blouse and jeans suddenly felt a little too tight, a little too hot when the handsome young man with the cute smile approached the bar, stopping right next to you as he called out for the bartender.
"Another martini, please," he said in Spanish, that much you could recognize with what little of the language you picked up over the past six months.
You glanced up at his face casually, startled when you saw him already looking. You looked away in a panic, feeling your heart leap into your throat.
"I like your shirt," he said, leaning against the bar, head tilting as he studied you.
"T-Thank you," you said in stuttering Spanish. Only then did you notice how low-cut the neckline of your shirt was. "You look great in your suit."
He smiled, sliding into the bar stool next to you.
"I'm Pepe," he declared, in English this time, peering closer at your face as if to gauge if you'd be more comfortable using this language.
"I'm ______," you replied, smiling politely.
"Cute name," Pepe commented, nodding toward the bartender as his drink arrived.
"Not as cute as yours," you responded quickly.
Pepe chuckled, holding his drink up to you. You took ahold of your beer and clinked it against his glass.
"So, tourist? Expat?" he questioned before taking a sip.
You shook your head. "Student."
Pepe raised his eyebrows and nodded. "How long are you here for?"
"Another six months or so," you explained. "I'm on an exchange student program."
"So you're leaving eventually?" Pepe asked again, leaning closer. Your cheeks had heated up significantly at this point.
"Not anytime soon, though. Lots of time to...explore," you offered, bumping his shoulder with yours.
Pepe laughed then, eyes disappearing and his face lighting up despite the dim bar atmosphere. It wasn't the last time you'd look at his laughing face. But how you wished consistently in the months that followed that it wasn't just through a screen.
So now, standing in the middle of the Barcelona track complex, your heart pounds, your legs seemingly moving on their own accord as they start to walk towards what you know is the F2 paddock.
The last you've seen of Pepe in person was nearly half a year ago when you left Spain to return home. Almost a year since your first meeting and you can count on two hands how many physical dates you've gone on.
It wasn't ideal. You're not even sure if you and Pepe were meant to meet. Had he picked up his martini and left, the two of you would never have uttered a word to each other. If you hadn't returned his compliment, your life would look completely different right now.
A year of mismatched schedules, airport goodbyes, tearful last dates, and hours-long phone calls have come to this.
You're here now, walking to the Campos garage. Pepe's outside, warming up for qualifying. He's with his trainer, his back to you, completely oblivious to the grin his trainer flashes at the sight of you.
"Hola, cariño."
Pepe whips around and his eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets as he sees you. You're immediately picked up, giggling as your boyfriend spins you around in glee.
"You're here! How?! Why didn't you tell me?!" Pepe nearly stumbles over his words as he gently takes your face in his large hands.
You beam up at him, laying your own palms over his reddened cheeks. Pepe wastes no time and pulls you in for a kiss, sweeping and romantic and uncaring of all the eyes that stare at you right now.
"I love you," he professes.
It's a wonderful feeling, to stand here and to be able to show the person you love just how much you love them.
"And I love you, mi amor," you reply, balancing on your tip toes as you land a sweet kiss to his grinning lips.
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"I can't believe I'm immortalized forever with this clip!"
You replay the video on your phone, groaning when your worried face fills up the screen once again. Pepe cackles with laughter beside you, doubling over, as if your concern for his safety was oh-so-funny.
"Would have been funnier if they did the label thingy as they do on F1," Pepe gasps in between laughs. "'________, Pepe Martí's partner', and then your face looking like that!"
You roll your eyes, but a grin spreads on your lips.
"You were wheel to wheel with your teammate, how else would I have reacted?" You ask, shoving Pepe lightly. "And how would I know that the camera guys were that interested in me?"
Pepe wipes away at the tears that have sprung up in his eyes, leaning closer to you. He leaves an innocent peck on the tip of your nose, giggling as your face scrunches up.
"Anyone would be interested in you when you're this beautiful," Pepe declares.
"I know I was," he adds, gripping one side of your face, tilting your lips upward toward his.
The two of you melt into a searing kiss and all you can do is smile, fingers carding through Pepe's hair.
Hi! Can I get Pepe marti with Dark Mocha, whipped cream, soy milk, hemp milk, omelette, bruschetta, hot dog, Beef stoganoff, Butter fried chicken, and club soda? Thank you!
Sure darling ♥️
Pepe Marti |
Under the spotlight
Pairing pepe marti × female reader
Dark Mocha dating, whipped cream sweet sex, soy milk oral sex, hemp milk squirting, omelette blind fold, bruschetta edging, hot dog Size kink, beef stoganoff "you can take it, you've done it before" butter fried chicken "slowly, baby, I'm not going anywhere", club soda pillow talk
The paddock had fallen silent, the roar of engines replaced by the soft hum of the night. Pepe Marti leaned against the wall of his garage, his fireproofs tied loosely at his waist. The day had been intense, the physical toll of practice evident in the ache of his muscles. But his thoughts weren’t on the track anymore—they were on her.
Y/n.
She’d texted him earlier, promising an escape from the chaos. And as always, Her presence felt like the only antidote to the adrenaline-fueled frenzy of his life.
When he walked out to the lot, there you were, waiting by his car. Her sundress hugged her curves, fluttering softly in the breeze. She looked tiny next to the hulking machine, her stature dwarfed even more as she glanced up at him, her smile lighting up the dark.
“You’re a sight for sore eyes,” he said, pulling her into his arms.
She laughed softly, tilting her head back to meet his gaze. “Figured you could use some downtime.”
They drove to a cozy café tucked into a quiet street, far from the paddock’s buzz. Inside, it was intimate—dim lighting, soft jazz, and small tables designed to bring people closer. Pepe’s broad shoulders barely fit in the booth, and Y/n couldn’t help but smirk as he adjusted himself, his size commanding attention wherever he went.
“Do you ever feel out of place, being so… big?” she teased, her eyes glinting with mischief.
He chuckled, reaching for her hand across the table. “Only when I’m with you. You make me feel like a giant.”
Her lips curved into a sly smile. “I don’t mind. Makes me feel delicate. Safe.”
Pepe’s thumb brushed over her knuckles, his gaze turning softer. “You are delicate. And I’ll always make sure you’re safe.”
The weight of his words hung in the air, the playful banter giving way to something deeper. By the time they left the café, her hand tucked securely in his, the atmosphere between them had shifted.
Back at the hotel, the tension was palpable. As soon as the door clicked shut, Pepe’s hands found her waist, pulling her against his chest. She looked so small in his arms, her head barely reaching his chin as he tilted her face up to his.
“You drive me crazy,” he murmured, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine.
Y/n’s hands rested on his chest, her fingers barely spanning its width. “Maybe I like driving you crazy.”
He chuckled low, the sound rumbling through her. “Careful, baby. You might get more than you bargained for.”
Before she could respond, his lips claimed hers, the kiss slow but deliberate. He scooped her up effortlessly, carrying her to the bed like she weighed nothing.
Her small frame seemed to disappear beneath his as he hovered over her, his hands trailing down her sides. The contrast between them made her breath hitch—the breadth of his shoulders, the sheer strength in his arms.
“You’re so little,” he murmured, his voice thick with adoration. “I feel like I could break you.”
“You won’t,” she whispered, her voice trembling with both anticipation and trust.
Pepe’s hands traced her curves, his touch both reverent and possessive. “You’re perfect,” he said, his tone almost a growl. “Every inch of you.”
"wait, I want to try something new", he said... He blind folded you... And you let him do ... You were enjoying whatever he was doing...
He started kissing you again from lips to breasts... Breasts to your clit... He started to suck on your clit.. you arching your back from pure pleasure... He was eating you out like a hungry animal who didn't have food from days..."
You taste so good y/n... So good" he said just just above your cunt.. you feeling his breath on your most sensitive area.. he started sucking your pussy again but this time his mouth was not alone... He was fucking you with his two fingers too... It was rough, raw just how you like.. but at the same time it was sweet.. even for a slight second you didn't feel disrespectd..
Suddenly you feel a knot in your stomach and you squirt on his face... "Babe.. look you made mess babe" he said while enjoying the mess he created..
He inserted his dick inside you... He didn't give the time to adjust and starts to thurst in to your soft pussy..
"babe,.. I can't you're so big.." you said whimpering...
"you can take it, you've done it before"
He said while removing and reinserting his dick again into your pussy...
He gradually increase his speed.. gently pounding into you... It was fast yet gentle...
"slowly, baby, I'm not going anywhere"
You said in his ears slowly moaning his name... That turned him on more..
Just when you were about to came he withdraw his dick from you... Just to tease you..
"babe please, no edging after making me feel so good... i was just about to come..." "Arghh... Pls insert it back.." you said craving for his dick more...
He insert his dick again.. inside you...this time it was a bit slow..but the duration was long.. he wanted to makeup for all the teasings..
He was so good in making you feel good...
You both came together..
Afterward, you both lay tangled beneath the sheets, your small frame nestled against his. You rested your head on his chest, his heartbeat steady beneath her ear.
“You know,” you said softly, your fingers tracing patterns on his skin, “I love how big you are.”
Pepe smirked, his hand stroking her back. “Oh yeah?”
You lifted your head to meet his gaze, your cheeks flushed but your eyes bright. “You make me feel… tiny. In the best way. Like I’m completely yours.”
His expression softened, his fingers brushing her cheek. “That’s because you are, Y/n. Every part of you is mine, just like every part of me belongs to you.”
Your lips curved into a shy smile as you settled back against him, his arms wrapping protectively around you. “You make me feel safe, Pepe. And loved.”
“And you make me feel whole,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your hair.
The night streched on, filled with quite whispers and soft touches . For Pepe, it wasn't just another race weekend- it was a reminder that no matter what happened on the track, she was his greatest win.
type :: fluff
tw/cw :: none
contains :: kimi, pepe, ollie
request :: hiii could you pls do ─ ⟡ fine line by harry styles : getting to know the true him (h/c) with ollie and pepe? ❤️ (yesss ofc! im so happy for all the pepe request lol he mighttt be my new second fav f2 driver, first is always gonna be paul)
link to the kimi bday celly!
Kimi Antonelli | 04
PDA is a big no-no for Kimi. The most he's willing to do is hold your hand in public, maybe a small kiss on the cheek. But for the most part, he doesn't want others to watch him kiss you or put his hands on you. He always felt it was weird to let others see that part of his relationship. He especially hated when he saw couples did too much PDA, so he didn't want to make others uncomfortable either.
But once you two are alone, it's as if he's glued onto you. You will never get a moment alone once you're at his apartment. Constantly he's around you and touching you in some way. Like a magnet of some kind.
Like when you brush your teeth, he uses his free hand to hold your waist while he uses the other hand to brush his own teeth. While you're scrolling mindless on TikTok in bed, he'll shove his face into your shoulder so he can see the TikTok's too. If you're in a Zoom meeting and unable to allow Kimi to touch you, don't worry - he's laying on the floor and holding onto your foot...
He's unable to get his hands off you in some way. It's funny since it's so obvious his love language is touch, and yet he refuses to do it for 80% of the day but once you're home, he does a complete 180. But you love it, you love having him come up to you randomly and press a kiss on your cheek or having him rest his head on your lap whilst you watch TV.
Ollie Bearman | 87
The usual way people see Ollie is that he's a sweet innocent guy, a gentlemen who wouldn't dare to hurt a fly. But as you two began to get comfortable as your relationship, you saw a side of him that people would rarely ever see.
That side being: his mean older sibling side. The side of him that destroys his little brother in Mario Kart and laughs in his face. The side of him that messes up his little sister hair and then takes photos of her from atrocious angles. Even worse: the side that accidentally dares his little brother to do something stupid, only for him to get hurt and begin to cry - making Ollie have to shush him with the promises of a free meal.
It was funny seeing it. To everyone else, he's the upmost respectful since he's the youngest in most areas, especially since he's joining Formula 1 soon. It's almost as if he's been holding back all of his sass and rudeness till he gets home to annoy the shit out of his family.
Although it's funny to see him annoy them, what's not funny is how he starts to do the same thing to you... He also annoys the shit out of you, driving you insane.
He ruffles your hair, despite just brushing it to go to bed. He takes your phone and waves it above your head, teasing you for your short height. He taps the sides of your big headphones, causing you to wince at the loud sound of the taps. Overall: you want to kill him.
But at the same time, you find it endearing to see how annoying he can be. It's nice to see him be a little shit-head with you, and then the sweetest boy possible in the public.
Pepe Marti | 21
Although Pepe is a boy, he never really showed it. Instead, he acted more as a man, taking responsibility for lots of things, taking charge to educate himself on different topics, and always training to make himself stronger. Not only that, he's one of the very few boys on the F2 Grid who actually finished high school. You loved that about him, he's always been a bit more level headed than his peers in certain situations.
But with you, for some reason it's as if his brain shuts down. As if the entire brain goes from wrinkly and healthy to smooth and rotten. He asks you the stupidest questions that you didn't even know were possible.
For example, when you both were watching a new show together. The character was Asian and yet she had a thick Scottish accent, which shocked and confused Pepe, he couldn't wrap his head around it. So he asked, "I thought she was Asian..." He failed to remember you can be a different ethnicity and nationality....
Or when you were both cooking some pancakes together. You poured the batter into the pan, some of it accidentally getting on the spatula. Pepe decided to take action himself, since he was pretty useless in the kitchen, he grabbed the spatula and put it in the sink and touched the metal head of the spatula... Burning his fingers slightly from the heat...
Despite his goofy mistakes, mostly ending in him seeming like an idiot, you loved it. It was a sign of his comfortableness with you. He fully trusted you to not judge him and help him with his stupid questions, which you always did.
