Hello! Can me and daniel ricciardo order a mocha add a shot of espresso with almond milk and skim milk
for and appetizer we would like bruschetta, hot dogs, and fish and chips
main course we would like habanero bbq shrimp,beef tenderloin,beef cheese rolling,potato gnocchi,grilled pizza, chicken nachos, and honey garlic chicken with and sparkling water please.
Sure Darling❤️
Daniel Riccardo|
Close Enough To Hate
Pairing Daniel × fem reader
Warning rough sex, p in v, explicit
mocha enemies to lover(rivals) shot of espresso rough sex almond milk vaginal sex skim milk dry humping bruschetta edging hot dogs size kink fish and chips hickeys habanero bbq shrimp “It’s my thigh or nothing, I’m not helping you get off.”, beef tenderloin “I won’t apologise for marking you up, everyone should know you’re taken.”,beef cheese rolling “Enough, please, I can’t take anymore!” potato gnocchi “Shh, just look at me, baby.” grilled pizza “Are you holding back? Don’t.” chicken nachos “God, you love it like this, don’t you?” honey garlic chicken “You know I’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, don’t push your luck." sparkling water after care
“I’ll seek you out, flay you alive / One more word and you won't survive…”
The paddock buzzed with tension after the race, but none of it compared to the electricity between Daniel Ricciardo and Y/N.
They'd been toe-to-toe all weekend — lap times neck-and-neck, elbows out in every overtake, and venom-laced banter whenever they crossed paths. She didn’t even remember how it started, only that it never stopped. And neither of them seemed interested in backing down.
“Third,” Daniel drawled as he passed her in the hallway. “Not bad. For someone who swore she’d leave me in the dust.”
Y/N didn’t turn. “First in qualifying. First in pole. First in your nightmares, apparently.”
He laughed — cocky, rough, that dangerous kind of amused. “Nightmares? No, sweetheart. That tight little suit you wear? Definitely more fantasy.”
She whipped around, jaw clenched, nostrils flared. “You’re disgusting.”
His eyes flicked down. Slowly. Intentionally. “And you’re shaking. Is that anger, or something else?”
“You think this is a game?” she hissed, stepping into his space.
He didn't flinch. Not when she shoved his chest. Not when her lip curled in fury.
If anything, his smile widened. “Isn’t it?”
Ten minutes later, they were in the driver lounge, door locked. Breath ragged. Bodies tangled.
Y/N’s hands were in his curls, yanking as Daniel's mouth crushed hers in a kiss so filthy and desperate, it burned through every layer of hate.
He’d backed her against the wall, hands braced on either side of her head, caging her in. But it wasn’t until his thigh slipped between hers, grinding up, that she broke.
“F-fuck—” she choked out, nails clawing at his shirt, her hips reacting before her brain could catch up.
“That’s it,” Daniel rasped, dragging his lips across her neck. “Ride it, baby. I want you to grind that pretty little cunt against my thigh like it’s all you’ve got.”
She whimpered — actually whimpered — and cursed herself for how easy her body betrayed her. He was fully clothed. So was she. But the friction was brutal, blinding, just enough to make her vision blur at the edges.
He angled his thigh higher, muscles flexing. “It’s my thigh or nothing, I’m not helping you get off.” “So needy. And here I thought you hated me.”
“I do,” she gasped, rocking against him harder, chasing a high he wouldn’t let her reach.
Daniel’s hand shot out, gripping her hip hard, forcing her still. She whimpered in protest, nails digging into his arm.
“Don’t be greedy,” he warned, voice thick with dominance. “You’ll come when I let you. Not a second before.”
“You—” She couldn’t even form a sentence. Her legs were shaking, the heat between them unbearable.
His other hand slid under her shirt, calloused fingers tracing the curve of her waist. “So fucking small,” he murmured, lifting her effortlessly by the hips until her back slid higher up the wall. “Bet you’d split open around me.”
Her head fell back with a broken moan. He was everywhere — under her skin, in her head, inside her without even being inside her.
He ground his thigh up again — slow, devastating — and dragged his teeth across the pulse point on her neck. Then, without warning, bit.
Hard enough to make her gasp. Hard enough to bruise.
“You’re gonna walk into the paddock tomorrow wearing my marks,” he growled, licking over the fresh hickey. “Everyone’ll see exactly who got to you.”
Her breath hitched. “You’re insane.”
“Mm.” He chuckled darkly, rolling his hips again, this time pressing his clothed length against her core. Big. Thick. Heavy.
Her body jolted at the contact.
“Oh,” he groaned, voice low and wrecked. “You feel that? That’s what you’ve been teasing for months.”
She shuddered, fingers tangling in his hair. “Please, Daniel…”
He stilled.
That was the first time she’d said his name without spitting it like venom.
“Say it again.”
She hesitated — then whispered it, broken and breathy.
“Daniel.”
His eyes burned into hers. “Beg me.”
She bit her lip, hips moving of their own accord. “Please. Let me finish. Please.”
He leaned in, voice barely a whisper, breath hot against her lips. “No.”
She nearly sobbed when he pulled back — just enough to make her grind against nothing. Every nerve in her body screamed.
Daniel caught her jaw in one hand, forcing her to look at him. “You’ll come when you’re ruined. Not when you’re needy.”
Her chest heaved. She hated him. She hated how much she wanted him.
And she hated that he knew.
But God, when he kissed her again — bruising, possessive — she melted. Completely. And when he moved his thigh again, deliberately slow, she cried out.
“You’re gonna remember this every time you sit in that car,” he murmured, biting down on her collarbone. “Every bump on the track. Every corner you take.”
“Daniel—!”
“Still hate me?”
“…More than ever.”
“Good,” he grinned, voice dripping with cocky sin. “That means we’re just getting started.”
His fingers found her slippery heat, pushing in deep. She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. He could tell she wanted more, needed it. He could feel the bruising he was going to give her. He loved it. He added another finger, then another, stretching her. “You like that? You’re going to be soaked and sore by the time I’m through with you. Soaked and sore and wearing my marks.”
Her breath hitched. “I won’t apologize for marking you up, everyone should know you’re taken.”
Daniel groaned at his name leaving her lips. He brought her to the edge, then pulled his hand away. She whimpered, but he just smirked, backing her up against the car. “Don’t worry”
He flipped her around and shoved her over the table in the lounge, yanking her hips back. He tugged her panties to the side and slammed into her, hard and deep. She cried out, her hands gripping the table for support. “Fuck, baby, are you holding back?”
She shrugged. “Maybe. Don’t.”
He grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back. “I won’t. But you’re gonna take it all. Every inch. Every thrust. Every bruise. You’re mine tonight, Y/N. And I’m going to wreck you.”
Daniel drove into her, his pace punishing, his grip on her hair unforgiving. Y/N grunted with each thrust, her body jolting with the force. He could feel her tightening around him, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “That’s it, baby,” he growled, “take it. Take every fucking inch.”
He released her hair, his hand sliding down to her throat. He squeezed gently, feeling her pulse race beneath his fingers. She moaned, pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor.
“You know I’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter,” He flexed his hips, grinding into her. Don’t push your luck.”
He pulled out, spinning her around. He lifted her up, setting her on the table. Her legs wrapped around him, heels digging into his ass. He thrust back into her, his hands roaming her body, leaving red welts in their wake. “God, you love it like this, don’t you?” He leaned in, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood. “You love being used. Being fucked like a dirty little slut.”
“I do,” she panted, her eyes wild. “I love it. I love you.” Her eyes rolled back as he rolled her clit between his fingers.
“I love to hurt you,” he whispered, nipping at her ear. “To mark you. To make you scream.”
His free hand moved to her breast, pinching her nipple through her shirt. She cried out, her body convulsing around him. He could feel her climax building, her inner muscles clenching tightly. He increased his pace, his hips slamming against hers, his cock driving into her relentlessly. “Come for me, Y/N,” he demanded, his voice hoarse. “Come all over my cock.”
“I can’t take anymore!” she cried out, her body trembling.
“You can, and you will,” Daniel hissed, his voice laced with dominance. “I know you can take more. You’re fucking made for this. For me.”
He leaned down, his forehead pressing against hers, his breath hot on her face. “Shh, just look at me, baby.” Keep your eyes on me. I want to see you fall apart.” His fingers dug into her hips, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh of her ass, spreading her wider. She whimpered, her body shaking with the effort to hold back her climax.
“Please, Daniel,” she begged, her voice a ragged whisper.
“Please what?” he growled, his hips snapping forward, driving into her with a force that made her scream. “Tell me what you want.”
She shook her head, her eyes watering. “I want to come. I want to come so bad.”
“Then come,” he commanded, his voice a low rumble. “Come for me, Y/N. Let me feel you fall apart around my cock. Your scent is driving me wild. The way you feel is indescribable. You’re so tight, so wet.” Her lips parted. “So ready to take every inch of my cock because you know it’s yours. Because you know you were made for this. For me.”
She moaned, her body convulsing as her orgasm crashed over her. He felt her inner muscles clenching tightly around him, her body milking his cock. He groaned, his hips moving faster, his thrusts deeper. He could feel his own climax building, his balls tightening. “Fuck, Y/N,” he grunted, his voice strained. “You feel so good. So fucking good.”
He slammed into her one last time, his body stiffening as he came, his cock pulsing deep inside her. He groaned her name, his body shaking with the intensity of his release. She wrapped her arms around him, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her own orgasm. They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths ragged. Then, slowly, he pulled out of her, his cock glistening with their combined release.
The driver's lounge was dim, bathed in a warm, golden hue from the lamp Daniel had left on.
Y/N lay on her back, on the table, breath still catching as the last ripples of sensation faded from her body. Her legs trembled. Her chest glistened with a thin sheen of sweat. Her neck throbbed from where his mouth had left brutal reminders. Her thighs? Raw. Marked from stubble and grip.
She hadn’t expected it to go that far.
And yet… she hadn’t stopped him either.
Daniel lay beside her, propped up on one elbow, watching her with a gaze that was no longer filled with heat but something quieter. Something careful.
“You good?” he asked, voice low and surprisingly soft, like he was afraid to break the moment.
Y/N blinked up at the ceiling. Her voice came out hoarse. “Yeah.”
He brushed a strand of damp hair from her cheek, fingers featherlight. “Was I too much?”
The question made her glance at him. His expression had changed. The arrogance was gone — replaced by concern. His eyes flicked down to the small bruises forming on her hipbones and inner thighs.
She swallowed. “No. You stopped when I needed. You didn’t cross anything.”
He nodded. Still, his thumb gently ran over one of the marks on her waist — a dark spot from where he’d held her too tight. His brows drew together slightly, like he was punishing himself just for leaving them.
Y/N shifted toward him instinctively. “You’re allowed to be rough, Dan. I could’ve said stop.”
“I know,” he said softly, eyes still on her skin. “But you let me go far. I just… want to be sure you feel okay now.”
That caught her off guard. She didn’t expect Daniel Ricciardo, chaos incarnate, to be this careful with her afterward.
But maybe that’s what made it worse. Maybe that’s why it hurt in a different way now — because the gentleness burned deeper than the bruises.
He leaned forward and pressed a slow kiss to the curve of her shoulder. Then another. And another, trailing his mouth softly across every place he’d marked before, like he was trying to soothe them.
“You’re shaking,” he murmured.
“I’m cold.”
He grabbed the blanket and pulled it over her carefully. Then without hesitation, slid behind her, wrapping himself around her body like a human furnace. His chest pressed to her back. His hand rested over her belly. His lips brushed the side of her head.
“You can breathe now,” he whispered. “We’re not in the paddock.”
She let out a long exhale. “I don’t know how to do this.”
“Which part?”
“This. You. Being soft.”
Daniel chuckled into her hair, but the sound was warm, not teasing. “I’ve got layers, baby. You just hate me too much to see them.”
A pause.
“…I don’t think I hate you.”
“Mm. Well,” he whispered, pressing a slow kiss to her neck, “that ruins all the fun.”
Y/N smiled, barely. “You still left hickeys on my neck.”
“I’ll cover them tomorrow. Ice, concealer, whatever you want.”
“You gonna do my makeup too?”
“I’ve seen you race with half your car falling apart. I think I can handle a beauty blender.”
She laughed — softly, tiredly — and then winced as she shifted her hips.
He immediately stilled. “Too sore?”
“Just a little.”
“Okay. Hold on.”
He pulled away for a moment, leaving the room. She heard the faucet run, the soft clink of something glass. When he returned, he had a warm washcloth, a bottle of water, and pain relief balm in his hands.
He knelt by the table, spreading the cloth across her thighs, gently cleaning where he’d been the roughest. She hissed slightly at the sensitivity, but he was patient, murmuring soft apologies under his breath.
Then he massaged the balm into her hips and thighs. Slow, circular motions. Like worship.
“Does that help?”
She nodded, eyes fluttering shut. “You didn’t have to do this.”
“I wanted to,” he replied. “I’m not gonna wreck you and walk away.”
He climbed back into table, lying beside her again. She turned to face him this time, finally seeing the way his walls had dropped too.
No smirk. No challenge. Just Daniel.
“Why me?” she whispered. “Out of everyone you could’ve had…”
He tilted his head. “Because you push back. Because you don’t fall for the charm. Because you’re the only one who makes me fight for it. And I don’t wanna be wanted just because I’m me.”
Her throat tightened.
He leaned in, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “And maybe,” he added, “because even when you say you hate me, your body tells a very different story.”
She smiled against his lips. “And you like hearing me beg.”
“Oh, I live for it.”
They lay there, tangled and quiet, the fight behind them, and something else — something more — blooming in the silence.
He didn’t need to say it. Neither did she.
But tonight wasn’t hate.
It was the start of something dangerously real.
