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Last updated: 14/07/2022
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Dirty Secrets - Pierre Gasly x reader - Part Seven
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Pierre Gasly x female!reader
Summary: Being the golden girl of Mercedes was easy when your dad was Toto Wolff. You’d been his Personal Assistant for a while with no problems until Pierre Gasly started to sneak around with you. Toto would kill him if he found out he was sleeping around with his daughter. Let’s just hope you have a good concealer to hide those marks Pierre leaves on your neck every night.
Word Count: 4.5K
Warnings: Angst, fluff, swearing, smut 18+++ (wrap it before you tap it, kids)
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You took in his appearance. Although Pierre was dressed like his life was together his face certainly didn’t look it. His hair wasn’t as neat as it normally was, not to mention you could evidently see his slightly red kissed cheeks which had grown puffy due to the tears he’d spilt that night when thinking back to memories he wished to forget yet remember for a lifetime. Pierre took a deep breath before speaking, nerves he’d tried to suppress were spilling over with every word he spoke.
“I wanted to apologise for what I said.” His eyes met yours. “I shouldn’t have said those things and everything I said to you wasn’t true.”
“Then why did you say it?” You arched your brows at him.
“Because I was pissed off and looking for a cheap excuse rather than apologising straight away. I was being arrogant.”
“Suprised you admitted that.”
“It’s a rare thing from me.” Pierre gave you a little smile. “I shouldn’t have said those things about Toto too but right now making sure you don’t hate me comes before him. I’m not asking you to forget everything I said, I’m asking you to trust me again. I like what we have, I would never regret it even if Toto wanted to kill me over it. Not even he could make me stop wanting to be around you.”
“Did Charles tell you to say that?” You had a little smile on your face.
“What? No, I came up with it myself.”
“Then I’m impressed.”
“Not just a pretty face.” He cracked a bigger smile before handing you the flowers he’d picked up. “I hope you like them.” Taking them from his hand you looked down at the baby pink roses with an expression matching his. “And I got you this as we didn’t get to finish our cake, granted I didn’t bake it but I did decorate it and I left the other half blank for you to decorate like we were supposed to.” He set the cake aside before speaking again. “So I drew you -”
“Is that a chicken?”
“No that’s you a horse.” He looked at it again, squinting his eyes at his work. “Christ is it really that bad?”
You laughed at his words, taking a few steps towards where he’d set the cake down, smiling at what he’d done. “It’s from when we went to the farmers market,” Pierre spoke. “I have the photo on my phone.” He pulled up the image, flashing his phone screen towards you with a proud expression. “I miss your company y/n.”
I miss your company y/n
That line warmed your heart. He could have easily said he missed the sex, he missed having you underneath him which was what this little affair was to be but he didn’t. Pierre not only missed the sex but he missed being around you more. He missed your laugh and the way your head fit perfectly in the crook of his neck like you were made for him. He missed every single part of you.
“I’m so sorry, I will apologise to Toto, I will make it up to the pair of you. I…” He wanted to tell you the one thing he’d been keeping from you for a while now but bid against it.
wasn’t and I should have stuck up for you before my Dad jumped in and for that I’m sorry.”
“You don’t need to apologise. I know why you didn’t. He’s your Dad for God’s sake, the man gave up everything for you. I deserved what he said to me -”
“No you didn’t.” You got closer to him. “He’ll appologise to you.”
“I don’t think I deserve it.”
“The quicker you two appologise the easier it’ll be for me.”
“Are you two?”
“He isn’t talking to me.” You looked down as you spoke. “He didn’t even want me at Silverstone this weekend but Susie stepped in and cleared things up, for now anyway. We’re just playing happy families in front of the cameras.”
“This is all my fault -”
“No it’s not.” You reached up and cupped his face. “Everything will be fine, in the end.” Pierre wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling your hips into his.
“I’ve missed you.”
“It’s only been a few days, besides you’ve been away from me longer than that -”
“Not with you hating me I haven’t.”
“I didn’t hate you… I might have thought about it…”
“I deserve it.”
“You were a dick Gasly.”
“I know… and I wanted to apologise before the race, you know… just in case…”
“Don’t say that Pierre, you’ll come back.”
He gave you a slight nod, leaning into your touch with every word. “I know but…” Before he could continue you, you planted a short and sweet kiss on his lips.
“You will.”
“Thank you.” He leaned his forehead against yours. “Now to go out there and prove to your Dad I’m capable of winning a race.”
“Oh yeah?” You smiled up at him. “Think you can win it at Silverstone?”
“Maybe, but I’m going to win one this year.” He gave you a smug grin. “That I can promise you.”
“I believe you.” The pair of you shared a sweet kiss once again before pulling away and leaving Lewis’ room together. Pierre kept his head down and walked straight out without uttering a word to anyone unless you counted the small nod he gave to Lewis, a silent thank you for what he’d done for him before leaving to get ready.
Toto hated how you smiled down at the flowers Pierre had given you, he’d made a comment about it being a cheap way to apologise to which you replied in the same sarcastic tone that he hadn’t heard what Pierre had said to you. Toto didn't encourage it anymore, only focusing on the race ahead.
Pierre was right in saying that he was planning to win, he came in sixth and was evidently rather proud of himself as when he passed the Mercedes garage he gave you a bright smile, winking and not caring that your Dad watched his every move.
After the ceremony Pierre walked back into the garage, acting as if he owned the place. He planted a kiss on your cheek before walking towards Toto. “Mr. Wolff?”
“You know you aren’t supposed to be in here Gasly.”
“I wanted to speak to you.”
“Well, I don’t want to speak to you so I will see you next week.” He grabbed a stack of papers and went to walk away.
“I want to appolgise.”
“It’s not accepted.”
“Pierre,” Susie jumped in, not wanting a scene to explode in front of everyone. “Susie Wolff, it’s nice to meet you, properly this time.” She smiled at him. “Would you like to have dinner with us tonight?”
“What?” Toto spun his head and snapped at his wife.
“Perhaps we can all talk over dinner, let everything simmer down that way.” She looked between you three. You gave her a small smile and mouthed a ‘thank you’ to her.
“If that’s okay with you -”
“Of course it is.” Susie smiled at him, ignoring the glares she was receiving from her husband. “You already know the address so come round at six-ish and we can all have dinner with one another.”
Was this the worst idea anyone could ever have? Probably. But the request was already done. Toto wasn’t impressed in the slightest. The entire car ride home was filled with Jack’s laughter and the occasional remark so his son didn’t catch on that something was wrong. Susie on the other hand was actually excited about this idea, she started to prepare dinner the moment you all walked in.
Meanwhile, you were getting ready when a soft knock at your door grabbed your attention. “Come in…” You called out, thinking it was Susie but you were wrong.
“You look pretty.” Toto’s voice grabbed your attention. You turned your head slightly, giving him a light smile before turning back to your reflection in the mirror.
“Thank you.”
“Can we talk?”
“About?”
“Tonight.” You nodded, turning to look at him as you sat down, gesturing him to do the same. “I’m not going to lie and say I’m happy about what’s going on. I’ll always be protective over you. I just want to know what’s going on.”
“I think you already know.”
“Partly. Are you two together?”
“No.”
“Right…”
“You can’t judge what I’m doing when you did exactly the same with my mother.”
“I’m not -”
“You sound like you are.” You slumped back in your seat, pondering on your thoughts for a few seconds. “He’s not a bad person and in the time I’ve gotten to know him better than you have. I understand that you want to protect me but Pierre and I aren’t like that. There are no strings attached.”
“I hope he knows that,” Toto muttered. “I will speak to him tonight.”
“Well considering he’s coming over for dinner I’m glad you’ll try and make some conversation.”
“But he needs to apologise.”
“So do you.”
Toto narrowed his gaze at you, letting out a huff as he stood up. “He’ll be here soon.”
“Be nice.”
“When have I ever been nice to one of your boyfriends?” He gave you a little smile.
“Good thing he’s not my boyfriend then.” You hit back before walking out of the door with him and down to the dining room.
Pierre clearly wanted to make an impression and a good one at that. He turned up with an Alpha Tauri hat signed by him for Jack and flowers for you and Susie. He held his hand out for Toto to take and thankfully for the two of you Toto took it and accepted the handshake before you all sat down for dinner. For a few minutes, everyone sat and ate in silence before Susie knew she had to instigate a conversation.
“So Pierre, you’ve been racing since you were a child, yes?”
“Yeah, that’s right.” He gave Susie a small smile. “That’s how I know most of the guys, especially Charles. We’ve been friends since the karting days.”
“That’s lovely.” She returned the smile. “I’ve seen you two around the paddocks together, you two seem to get on well.”
“He’s basically family to me, maybe one day we’ll race on the same team.”
“Would you want to race for Ferrari?”
“Possibly so.”
“Certainly won’t be racing for us,” Toto muttered but you heard him. Glaring at him you took a deep breath, trying not to let everything blow back up again. “What team then?”
“Sorry?” Pierre nearly choked on his food when Toto spoke.
“What team would you want to race for?”
“Oh well, I haven’t really thought about it. Probably a team that would support me and I could win the Championship with.”
“Good answer,” Toto replied. “So… what are your intentions with my daughter?”
“Not now Toto.” Susie spat.
“Well, I wanted to speak to you about that, privately.” Pierre kept calm although deep down he was terrified.
“Why would you need to tell me privately? Don’t you trust my daughter enough that she deserves to know your intentions?”
“I trust y/n more than you’ll ever know.” Pierre’s words came out as more of an insult to Toto rather than a kind compliment towards you.
“Yet you still hide things from her.”
“I’m not hiding anything from her.” Pierre leaned forward slightly. “You’re one to talk, you won’t even let her live her own life. I get you care about her but there’s wanting to keep her safe and then there’s locking her away like she’s some prisoner.”
“I don’t expect someone like you to understand -”
“Why? You think I don’t care for others?”
“You don’t have a daughter.” Toto shifted his gaze. “But if the pair of you really are sleeping around like rabbits then maybe you will soon enough.”
“Toto!” Susie snapped but it was too late. You stood up and left the table, walking straight to your room without uttering a single word however you weren’t alone. Pierre had also left the table and was following close behind you.
You attempted to slam the door behind you but he caught it, grabbing your attention. “I’m sorry -”
“No.” You cut him off. “You didn't do any wrong. He did and right now I can’t be in this house or I will say something I can never take back.”
“Come with me,” Pierre suggested, walking into your room and shutting the door behind him. “You and I can go away until Silverstone again next week.”
“I don’t want to burden you -”
He laughed lightly. “Burden me?” He stepped closer, moving your hair behind your ear. “I’ve been around you since the beginning of the season, do you really think I would be asking for your Dad to forgive me or even think to beg for you to forgive me?”
“True…” You smiled slightly as Pierre planted a kiss on your forehead.
“Pack and we’ll go to spain.”
“Spain?”
“I’ve got a place I think you’ll like there and I hope you like the sea as I’ve got a yacht that’s basically begging me to take you on.”
Smiling you pulled open your wardrobe doors. “Oh yeah?” You started to pack, making sure to pack some revealing outfits. “That’s rather different from the countryside.”
“It is but I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”
“I’m sure I will, even if it’s for just a week.”
“If things don’t get better you can always stay with me longer. I can take you to dinner in France, I know a few good spots.”
“Bet you take all the girls there.”
“Only the special ones.” He winked, grabbing a few things for you that he knew you’d need. “My car is outside we’ll head to the airport as soon as we leave.”
“Sounds good to me.” You grabbed your suitcase and confidently walked out in front of him, leading the way to your driveway.
“Where are you going?” Toto asked, still sat at the table as he watched you and Pierre walk towards the door. “y/n?”
“Send me any work you need done by next week. I’ll see you at Silverstone -”
“No, y/n -”
“I will see you next week.” You met Susie’s gaze. “Thank you for dinner, I’ll see you next week, tell Jack I’ll miss him but we’ll see one another soon.”
“I will.” She nodded, making no effort to stop you and Pierre. “Be safe.”
“I’ll look after her.” Pierre smiled at her.
“No you won’t, y/n where are you going?” Toto now stood up, panic in his voice.
“Away.”
“Where?”
“Somewhere not in England.”
“I need to know -”
“No you don’t.” You spun around on your heel as you reached the front door. “I’m not a child anymore, I’m not that little girl that ran around the garages all day long. I have my own life and if you can’t accept that then that’s on you. I get you want to protect me, I really do but you’re doing the opposite when you go after Pierre. When you insult him and when you try and act like he’s not worth my time. If everything goes to shit then that’s my mistake to handle and my lesson to learn from, not yours. I just ask that you support me and let me cry to you when I need to.”
Toto didn’t utter a word. He was too heartbroken to even open his mouth. He let his eyes fall from you as you unlocked the door, stepping out into the night air with Pierre by your side. The last thing Toto wanted was to lose you, he would never forgive himself for hurting you like this but he couldn’t do anything to stop you. Pierre had already started up the car and was leaving with you by his side.
It was too late.
“You alright?” Pierre placed his hand on your thigh as he drove, sparing the odd glance at you.
“Yeah…” Tears had fallen from your eyes.
“You don’t need to cry mon amour.”
“I hurt him -”
“And he hurt you. You just told him how you felt which was the right thing to do.”
“Thank you, Pierre.” You looked over at him with a smile.
“You know it reminds me of that one film… what’s it called… uhh with the vampires…”
“Twlight?”
“That’s it!” He laughed. “When she leaves her Dad to run off with Edward.”
“Difference is we aren't running from someone who wants to kill me and I didn’t lie to my Dad.” You shook your head with a smile at the words he’d spoken. “I can’t believe Pierre Gasly referenced Twilight to me.”
“Charles and I binged them all in one night once.”
“Did you actually?”
“Yep.” He smiled at the memory. “We started watching them during a rain delay once then finished them that night in the hotel, Charles cried.”
“Did he?”
“Yeah, said he wanted what Bella and Edward had.”
“Christ..” Both you and Pierre shared a laugh at Charles’ reaction. You glanced over to the Frenchman, his smile lighting the path ahead as he told you all of his stories from his childhood, doing his best to hear you laughing the entire night. Just those few simple moments told you that you’d done the right thing.
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Your time with Pierre was coming to an end. He’d suggested having a day out on his yacht so the two of you could stay away from all the chaos before you flew back to England the next day. You were currently laying on one of the deck chairs, soaking up the Spanish sun. Everything had become calmer since you’d spent time around Pierre. He made you forget about everything, in more ways than one.
“Afternoon beautiful.” Pierre made himself known as he walked towards you, handing you a drink.
“Afternoon.” You smiled before sitting up, taking the drink from him. “How was your workout?”
“A chore as always.” He chuckled slightly as he sat down next to you. “You look nice today.”
“Why because I’m half naked?”
“I think you look hot with and without clothes so.”
“Oh how romantic Gasly.” You smirked as Pierre ran his hands along his thighs. Your eyes fell to his hands. After his workout, he always looked more toned than he used to and not to mention you couldn’t keep your dirty thoughts at bay when you looked at his bare thighs from under his shorts.
“Come sit.” He lightly patted them, instructing you that he wanted you on his lap. You silently complied with his request, straddling him before setting your drink aside. “You know I didn’t tell you to straddle me.”
“I know.” You traced his chest with your nails. “But I wanted to.”
The truth was that since you’d been spending time with him you both hadn’t had sex and considering the two of you were supposed to be friends with benefits that was rare. In fact, you hadn’t slept with him for nearly two weeks and he always looked stunning after he’d worked out so why wouldn’t you make a move on him.
You let your hips grind down onto his, your hands trailing up his body as you hummed to yourself. Pierre bucked his hips slightly at the contact, his hands followed yours, tracing up your skin before lightly tugging on the strings of your bikini.
Smirking at him you dived forward and attached your lips to his neck, sucking and biting down on the skin.
“y/n…” Pierre warned as he slapped your ass. “You know you can’t leave a mark on me…”
“Why not?” You pulled back and pouted at him.
“Because if my driving suit doesn’t cover it then I’ll be in a lot of shit.”
“I’ll lend you some make-up.” You now moved to his lips as Pierre’s hands went to your hips, encouraging your movements. Tugging at his swimming shorts you moaned into the kiss as Pierre started to nip down at your bottom lip, smirking when he could slip his tongue into you.
He now moved his hands to your chest, pulling the bikini lightly but with enough force that it slipped straight off your body. He threw the material behind him as his hands started to tug at your nipples, making you moan.
“Pierre please…”
“All mine…” He groaned as his lips found your neck, mirroring your actions from earlier but this time he bit down harder, knowing he’d leave a mark on your neck for the world to see. He bucked his hips again as he made another mark, tugging at your sweet skin before smacking your ass again. “All mine for everyone to see…” His thumb traced the marks, smirking at you.
Pierre now moved his hand in between you two, teasing you through the thin fabric. You whined at his actions, your hands gripping his shoulders and grinding on his hand for more friction but Pierre wasn’t going to give you what you wanted that easily even though he was trying his best to hold back.
“Pierre please…”
“Please what?” He taunted. “Come on ma douce, use your words…”
“Stop teasing Pierre!”
“You can do better than that.” He added more pressure. You let out a moan at the feeling of his fingers against you and you could feel his cock growing hard underneath you.
“Please Pierre, stop teasing, I haven’t had you in so long.”
“Oh I know baby…” He teased, his free hand slowly undoing the material which kept yours and his skin apart. He pulled it from your body, discarding it as his fingers ran up and down your folds.
“Don’t Pierre…”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t tease.”
“Then beg me for it.”
You rolled your eyes which Pierre caught onto. He slapped your ass again, making you jump forward onto his fingers. “If you roll your eyes again I won’t let you cum.”
“Don’t you dare.” You snapped your eyes at him. Pierre smirked as he pushed his fingers inside of you, making you fall into the crook of his neck. “Fuck Pierre…”
“You were saying?” He pulled his fingers out of you before thrusting them back in. “You’re so wet for me already… missed me that much huh?”
“Fuck, yes Pierre… please…”
“Please what?” You moved your head from his neck, groaning as he sped up.
“Fuck me please…”
“Good girl.” His thumb went to your clit, adding pressure as he continued to fuck you with his fingers. “Tell me when you’re close, yes?”
“Yes… fuck I will…” You moaned as he smiled at the sight before him.
“Such a good girl for me…” He could feel you tighten around him, a clear indicator that you were close but he wanted you to use your words. He wanted you to admit how close you were in such a short amount of time.
“Pierre…”
“Yes?”
“I’m gonna -” Your words fell into the air as he removed his hand from you. “Why did you do that?”
“Because I haven’t felt you cum around me in so long.” He shifted in the chair slightly, pushing his shorts down, allowing his cock to spring free. He pumped himself a few times before grabbing your hips and guiding you down onto him. You sunk down completely onto him, moaning into his neck as he filled you up. “Move when you want love…” Pierre hissed as he filled you, wanting nothing more than to fuck you senseless. “God, you’re so fucking tight.”
“Shouldn’t go so long without fucking me then.”
Pierre let out a laugh as you started to move against him. “Beleive it this is the last time I leave it that long to fuck you again.” You started to bounce on his cock, a steady rhythm which had begun to tease him. “Don’t you start…”
“Start what?” You started to quicken the pace, making his expression change to pure pleasure but that didn’t last long when you slowed back down again.
“Teasing me.”
“You’re finally getting a taste of your own medicine then.” You ground down onto him as your hands ran through his hair, pulling at the ends when he bucked his hips up at you.
“Don’t you dare otherwise you’ll be turning up to Silverstone in a wheelchair.”
“You’re all talk Gasly.”
Pierre wrapped his hand around your throat, pulling you off his cock enough that he could thrust up into you as hard and fast as he could. His free hand moved to your clit. He quickened his pace, the sensation building back up in your stomach. You threw your head back, moaning slightly as he started to squeeze your neck tighter.
He smirked as he let you fall onto his cock again but he kept thrusting only this time you could feel him deeper inside of you. You moaned even louder as he now pulled your hips down onto his cock every single time he thrust up.
“Pierre…”
“Yes?” He groaned as he felt you tighten around him, he knew he was close.
“I’m gonna cum…”
“Ask nicely.” Even when he was holding back he still found a way to act cocky and smirk at your reactions. You didn't answer him straight away, only making him speed up even more. He smacked your ass once again. “Answer me.”
“Please Pierre, can I cum?”
“Wait for me and you can.”
“You’re such a dick.” You moaned. “I can’t hold it -”
“Wait or they’ll be consequences.”
“Your punishments are soft anyway…”
“Oh yeah?” He gave you a menacing smile. “Just for that I’m gonna punish you.”
“How?”
“Wait and see.” He winked as his head fell into your chest. He latched his lips to your nipple, pulling and tugging with his teeth slightly. “Cum.” You muttered loud out for you to hear. You felt him twitch inside of you as you came around him Pierre came inside of you, holding you down onto him so none of his cum would spill out.
Your head fell into the crook of his neck, biting down on the skin as you tried to suppress your moans from your high.
“Good girl…” He whispered, his chin resting on your shoulder. “Fuck I missed that too…” You let out a light laugh in his neck before pulling back to look at him. Moving the hair from his face you kissed his lips lightly.
“Me too.”
“Think we should just stay here forever rather than return to the track tomorrow.”
Anon: ok so i had a dream last night and thought about a scenario (for martin ødegaard<3)
basically he surprises his partner and comes home from intl for the summer like 2 days before it was originally planned. they both missed each other a lot and spend the next hours cuddling and catching up. looking at her he realises that he might be ready to take their relationship to the next level.
without his partner knowing, martin then plans a surprise for her birthday in which he asks her to marry him at the end. :)
thank you love and take care!!
Word Count: 3K
Warnings: Fluff, swearing, sexual innuendos.
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Martin had been away for nearly two weeks, and although you were used to him leaving for International break, things still never got easier. You were still always lonely when he left and you practically wished the days away. He was due back in two days; for you, it was too long. So much so your friends had planned to all go out for a meal, it was an excuse to dress up and try and take your mind off missing him until he got home. Not only that but you could tease Martin through text which meant you’d be in for it when he came home.
You were currently fixing your dress, making sure your cleavage was on display so you could tease Martin when you suddenly heard the front door open. You stepped out of your shared bedroom, quickly walking towards the door, a slight panic in your step. Martin wasn’t due home for two days yet. You poked your head around the wall when you caught sight of a tired blonde boy.
Martin shut the door and turned on his heel to see you standing before him. A bright smile spread across his face as he set his bags down and held open his arms. “Suprise!” He let out a light laugh as you ran towards him, throwing your arms around his neck and jumping into his arms. Martin wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tight into his chest as you wrapped your legs around his waist.
“You’re back early.” You moved your face from the crook of his neck to look at him, love in both your eyes and his.
“I am.” His eyes fell to your lips as he placed a longing kiss on your lips, never wanting to pull apart. “And your all dressed up?” He arched his brow as he set you down. His eyes scanned your outfit as his heart raced at the sight of your exposed skin.
“Well, I didn’t expect you home for two days so the girls and I made plans to go for a meal and well the outfit was to tease you but I’ll cancel -”
“No don’t.” His hands fell to your waist, pulling you closer to him once again. “Go out with them, I’m sure I can take that dress off of you when you get home.” He planted a kiss on your forehead. “You look beautiful.”
“Thank you.” You took his hands in yours and pulled him towards the sofa. “Tell me about the break, how was it?” Martin’s smile widened at your words. He always loved how you were always so interested in his games. You would watch every single one, text him during the game about your thoughts, it always made him laugh when you’d start talking shit about a player who had fouled him. He would always love the way you’d happily walk around in his football shirts with his name happily displayed on the back, little did you know it would soon be yours to share.
He’d been thinking about it for a while. The thought of marriage scared him a little, you were basically committing to one person for the rest of your life but with you things were different. Everything seemed to flow so differently that he actually enjoyed the thought of putting a ring on your finger rather than seeing it as a daunting thing.
“Yeah, it was good, back to training with the Arsenal lads in a few days so I’m going to be shattered come the weekend.” He smiled as you lay your head against the sofa, looking at him with admiration. “We’re in The World Cup this year and I think we can go far, who knows we could even win it.”
“That confident?” You smirked, moving his hair out of his eyes. “I think you can do it, you have some of the best talents in the world currently.”
“Maybe…” He leant his head into your hand. “How’s your time been? Missed me?”
“You know I’ve missed you.” You gave him a light pout before continuing. “I just kept busy, work was a pain because I always came back to an empty house and a freezing cold bed.” Martin laughed at your words.
“Well I’m not going anywhere, for a few months anyway but you can always come with me.”
“You know I have work.”
“Retire I’ll take care of you.”
“If only it was that simple.” Your thumb moved back and forth against his cheek, a small smile playing on your lips. “Besides I’ve got time off in the summer for pre-season so you know I’ll be able to travel to America with you.”
Martin looked around yours and his living room, suddenly noticing how empty it was. “Maybe we should get a dog.”
“A dog?” You smiled slightly. “We’ve been together for years and you’ve never mentioned a dog in fact when I suggested it you said no.”
“I didn’t say no I just said not yet.”
“Still a no.”
“Well maybe we should get one, least you wouldn't come home to an empty house when I’m away.” He winked.
“Also wouldn’t be sleeping in a cold bed.”
“The dog is not taking my side in the bed, it can sleep on the floor.” Martin huffed although there was a small smirk on his face.
“But what if they get lonely and want a cuddle?”
“What if I get lonely and want a cuddle?”
A smirk appeared on your lips as you spoke. “Shouldn’t spend so much time away.” Your smirk turned to a smile as Martin gave you a look.
“You know I can’t control that.”
“You can stop being so good at football.”
“Can’t help it I’m afraid love.” He winked again, letting out a light laugh. “Someone’s got to be the best player in Norway.”
“And Haaland’s done well to claim that title.”
“Oi!” Martin faked an offended expression as you stepped up from the sofa, placing a kiss on his head. “You’re in for it when you get home.” He shifted so he could get close enough to smack your ass as you walked off to get your shoes.
“That’s the plan, Ødegaard.” You smirked back at him as you put your heels on. “I won’t be home late -”
“You don’t have to come home early for me.”
“I know.” You walked over before you grabbed your bag and placed one last kiss on his lips. “But I want to.”
“Be careful.”
“I will.”
“Do you need me to drive you?”
“I’m getting picked up, I’ll be fine.”
“Who are you going with again? Just in case?”
“y/b/f and a few other work friends, Jane is picking me up and if she gets too drunk I might need you to come and get me but I can always get an Uber if not -”
“I’ll come and get you.” He smiled before speaking again. “I love you.”
“I love you too, have fun.”
“Yeah I’m sure I’ll have so much fun on my own whilst I unpack.”
“Maybe we should get a dog then.” You flashed a smile before leaving him to ponder with his own thoughts. When he heard the car leave the house he quickly pulled out his phone and called your best friend.
“Hello?” They answered. “What the bloody hell do you want?”
“Always such a warm welcome when you answer the phone.” Martin replied.
“You only call me when you want something or you’ve fucked up which is surprisingly very rare, what do you want?”
“You’re meeting y/n tonight, right?”
“Yeah, why?”
“I need you to ask her something.”
“Christ what have you done now -”
“I haven’t done anything!” Martin huffed. “I need you to find a way to slip marriage into the conversation, more specifically what her dream engagement ring is. Try and make her show you a photo and then text me her answer.”
“Is this your way of telling me you’re going to marry her?” Your best friend's tone changed into a lighter one.
“That’s the plan if she says yes.”
“Oh my God, how are you going to do it?”
“I have an idea, it’s her birthday coming up and I want to surprise her.”
“What is your plan?”
“I’m not telling you that.”
“What if she doesn’t like it?”
“We’ve been together for years I think I know what she likes and what she doesn’t, anyway can you do that for me tonight? Don’t be obvious about it or tell anyone else. This stays between us, yes?”
“Fine by me Ødegaard, just don’t fuck it up.”
“I won’t, thank you.”
“You’re welcome, I’ll text you after dinner.”
“Thank you.”
Martin quickly hung up, nerves getting to him as he dialled another number.
“Hey mate, you alright?” The familiar sound of Benjamin White’s voice filled your front room.
“Yeah man and you?”
“Yeah I’m all good, how was international? Saw you lot were doing well.”
“Better than the English.”
“Only because I wasn’t playing.” He and Ben shared a laugh before Martin’s tone turned more serious.
“Can I ask you a favour mate?”
“Sure anything.”
“If I was to buy a dog would you be happy to take it in for a night and then sneak into my house in the morning, attach a ring to its collar and leave it in my front room before y/n wakes up?”
“Are you proposing to her?”
“That’s the plan.” He ran his hand through his hair. “I’ll show you how to use the key, the front door isn’t hard to unlock.” Ben let out a small laugh at his friend's request, smiling as he thought about Martin’s plan.
“As long as it doesn’t try and fight my dogs and doesn’t shit everywhere then I’d be happy to.”
“Thank you so much.” He let out a sigh of relief.
“Don’t act so nervous, she’ll say yes and the more you stress the more she’ll pick up on it and it’ll upset her.”
“Easier said than done.”
“You know she’ll say yes, relax mate. She adores you and you adore her and even I know she really wants a dog. When do you plan to ask her?”
“Her birthday, I want to make it special.”
“You’ve only got a few weeks to plan then mate.”
“I know, I’ve already asked her best mate to find out what her dream engagement ring is, I know her ring size so that won’t be hard.”
“Aaron and I are free this week after training if you wanted to pick things up after work, just tell her you’re going round mine for a drink, technically isn’t a complete lie but she doesn’t need to know.”
“Thank you, after Wednesday training if that’s alright with you two?”
“Fine by me lad, I’ll see you then.”
“Thank you mate.”
Martin let out another huff. Ben was right, you would say yes and everything would go to plan but he just worried he would mess up and get the wrong thing or even say the wrong thing but he had time, he had time to plan everything and not to mention he had some help.
—
You were asleep on his chest after you’d come back from your dinner with your friends. Martin kept stealing glances at you, feeling himself fall deeper in love every single time he looked at you. His hand also fell to your left hand, his grin growing wide at the thought of a ring on your finger in a few mere weeks.
y/b/f: You can thank me later.
Martin turned his head towards his phone seeing as your best friend had sent him an image of the ring you’d described to them that night.
Martin: You legend, thank you
y/b/f: Oh I know.
He smiled before sending the photo to Ben who’d now made a group chat with him, Martin and Aaron so they could discuss how they would plan things. Ben replied almost instantly to the photo his friend had sent.
Ben: Oh she has expensive taste
Martin: Worth every penny
Aaron: Got an idea of where you’re going to get it from?
Martin: Had a quick look at a few websites, a jeweller in central London has a few like it. Sent him an email about it and he’s set them all aside for us on Wednesday.
Ben: Smart lad, and the dog?
Martin: Ordered a collar from Tiffanys for it and I’ve contacted a breeder already, I might have been looking for the dog for a while so that’s been covered
Aaron: You’re so in love
Ben: Have you seen y/n? I don’t blame him
Martin: Thank you, Benjamin, hopefully, you’ll stop being a flirt when she has the last name, Ødegaard
Aaron: That won’t stop him
Ben: Not at all
—
Your birthday rolled around faster than Martin could have expected. Thankfully for him, everything was going to plan. Ben had your spare key and was waiting on a text from Martin to give him the all-clear to sneak in and place the dog in your front room.
You woke up early naturally. Ever since you moved in with Martin your own lifestyle would change. He’d always found a way to wake you up when he slipped out of bed for his morning run which resulted in you also waking up early, even when you wanted to sleep in.
“Happy birthday love.” Martin smiled down at you, brushing the hair out of your eyes.
“Thank you.” You smiled back as he placed a short sweet kiss on your lips.
“How does it feel to be old?” He smirked.
“You’re older than me so you might want to ask yourself that question.”
“Not by much.”
“But by enough that you’ll be in a care home before me.” You stretched and let out a yawn which allowed Martin to quickly text Ben and tell him now was the best time to come in. “You okay?”
“Hmm?” Martin snapped his head around to look at you, his phone still in his hand.
“Am I boring that you’ve already turned to your phone?”
“What no!” He set it aside. “It was Ben, wanted to wish you a happy birthday that’s all.”
“Awe.” You smiled. “How sweet of him, and to text this early.”
“I still beat him to it,” Martin smirked as he pressed another kiss onto your lips, this one lasted longer and was full of love. He deepened the kiss as he leaned in closer to you, pushing you further into the sheets as his hand cupped your jaw. He wanted to carry on so he could make you feel good but the new member of your family was waiting downstairs. “Come on.” He pulled back, his hands held out for you to take. “I have a surprise for you.”
“Please don’t say you drenched the floor with flowers again, it looked so pretty but it was a pain to clean up.” You took his hands and got out of bed with him.
Martin smiled at the memory of your last birthday. “No, I learnt my lesson.” He led you into the front room. “You’ll prefer this one.” His eyes fell on the puppy who was sitting in a red box by the rest of your gifts.
Your eyes followed what he was looking at and your heart melted. The dog started to wag its tail and attempted to climb out of the box. Hurrying over to the animal you scooped them up into your arms. Melting at the way their ears were far too big for their small body.
You cooed the animal as you held them in your arms, tears threatening to fall at the sight of them as they licked your cheek. “Martin…” You looked over at the blonde boy who wasn’t standing too far away with a beaming grin on his face.
“Look at the collar.”
Your eyes fell to the beautifully crafted collar around its neck, the name tag was yet to be engraved but something else caught your attention. A beautiful ring hung against the tag by a small clip. Words were lost in your throat as you unclipped the ring and held it out before you, instantly recognising that it was the ring you’d shown y/b/f a few weeks ago.
Martin quickly took it from your soft grip and sunk down onto one knee, looking up at you with a small smile. “I planned a whole script for this moment but I’m too nervous to remember what it says so I’m just going to try and speak without falling over my words.” You gave him a reassuring smile as you and the dog looked down at him.
“You have stuck by me through a lot, you have given up so much for me and I will never be able to repay you for that but I can promise that I will love and care for you even after death. I have never met anyone as kind, as beautiful and as charming as you and I promise I will do anything I can to make you happy, I’d give up everything just to see you smile.” He took a deep breath. “y/n will you marry me?”
Tears had certainly fallen from your eyes as you gave him your reply. “Of course, I’ll marry you.”
Martin jumped up and took you into his arms, making sure he didn't squash the dog in the process. He placed the ring on your hand, smiling down at the sight before kissing you again. He could finally relax.
He now had a fiancee and a little family and who knows, maybe it’ll get bigger in the future.
Summary: Being the golden girl of Mercedes was easy when your dad was Toto Wolff. You’d been his Personal Assistant for a while with no problems until Pierre Gasly started to sneak around with you. Toto would kill him if he found out he was sleeping around with his daughter. Let’s just hope you have a good concealer to hide those marks Pierre leaves on your neck every night.
Word Count: 4K
Warnings: Swearing, religious talk, angst.
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Toto’s eyes widened at the sight of Pierre Gasly standing next to his daughter in his own home. He didn’t say a word as he looked between the two of you evidently not knowing what to say. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to just scream at Pierre until he left or silently drag him out of the house by his hair, maybe he’ll do both. Both you and Pierre followed his actions, staying deadly quiet and just looking at the tall man standing before you.
“Toto -” Susie called out, carrying Jack in her arms but suddenly kept quiet when she saw what her husband was looking at. She looked between you and Toto before speaking up awkwardly. “I’m going to put Jack to bed.” She quickly backed away, scurrying off to get her and her son away from the awkward tension in the air.
“Dad…” You finally spoke when Susie had disappeared. “This is -”
“I know who he is y/n I’m not an idiot.”
Pierre cleared his throat, holding his hand out for Toto to shake. “Mr Wolff Sir, it’s nice to finally meet you outside of work.”
Did he really think acting like a gentleman would work?
Toto looked down at Pierre's hand before looking back up at him. “Get out of my house.”
“Dad please -”
Toto snapped his head towards you. “Don’t try and defend him y/n, why would you even let him in here? What if he’s gone through our files and -”
“With all due respect that’s not why I’m here.” Pierre stood his ground. “I’m here for y/n, not to spy on your pathetic plans.” The Frenchman spat. “You might know that if you stopped working her too hard.”
“And who are you to tell me how to do my job?” Toto stepped forward. “You should focus on your own, maybe then you’ll start to get points.”
“Dad!” You snapped. Toto’s gaze fell on you. “Why would you -”
“Not all of us get the privilege of working around money.” Pierre interrupted you. “Some of us work for what we’ve got -”
“You think I don’t work for what I’ve got?” Toto grew agitated. “I raised her through everything, I could have just dumped her with family but I didn’t, I worked so hard to give her the best life I could.” Toto stepped closer. “You will never understand what that’s like.”
“Oh?” Pierre smirked. “You never know, if she’s pregnant then maybe you and I won’t be so different.”
Narrowing your gaze at the man you hissed. “What the fuck Pierre!”
“Did you sleep with him?” Toto’s words spilled out, his attention leaving Pierre. “y/n…” His tone was a warning one. “Did you sleep with him?”
“Multiple times.” Pierre jumped in.
“Pierre!”
“Get the fuck out of my house!” Toto yelled at Pierre.
“Happily.” He huffed, not letting Toto get to him as he stormed to your room to get his things. You weren’t far behind him, running off to catch him before he stormed out. Pierre caught sight of you as you slammed your door behind yourself. “Come with me.”
“Fuck off Pierre.” Tears pricked your eyes as you spoke those words.
“Me fuck off?” He stepped closer to you. “He’s the one that started everything, you heard what he said about me -”
“And you only encouraged it!” You joined his actions, stepping closer. “Why did you say that about me? About us?”
“Say what?” He spoke as if he’d forgotten everything that had just happened.
“About us sleeping together! Trying to allude to the fact that I might be pregnant, you know now all he’s going to do is make me take tests until my period comes right?”
“What are you embarrassed that you slept with me?”
“Of course I’m not -”
“Then why do you care that he knows?”
“Because he’s my fucking father Pierre, he’s so protective as it is this is only going to make it worse!”
“Well, maybe you need to grow up and stop acting like some golden girl that only wants to please everybody.” He ran his hands through his hair, huffing at his words. “This was a mistake.”
“What?” Your voice was low as he backed off, grabbing his bags.
“This, me coming here, me even thinking that sleeping with you was a good idea. If I could take it all back I would.” His words hurt. Every single word he spoke cut into your skin and left their own scar.
You’d started to see Pierre as more than just a fuck buddy, he was growing on you. You loved his laugh, the way he always rests his head on your shoulder and looked up at you with his glass eyes, the way you’d catch him stealing glances at you no matter where you were. The late-night chats you had, laying in bed and on the phone. You wouldn’t admit it to anyone but he was growing on you, you loved his company and not just for sex.
You’d fallen for Pierre Gasly.
“Maybe you’re right.” Tears fell from your eyes. “Get out Gasly.”
Pierre didn’t want to see the pain in your eyes but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. Pierre didn’t mean the words he’d spoken, he actually felt the opposite. He was just so consumed with anger that Toto had gotten in between you both and he always knew you’d side with your Dad over him. He shouldn’t have said what he had, to you and to Toto but the damage was done and if he didn’t leave soon he wouldn’t be alive for Silverstone.
Pierre wanted to apologise, he wanted to hold you in his arms and wipe the tears away, like you’d done for him all those moons ago but he couldn’t. He could feel his own eyes filling with tears but he couldn’t let you see that, not after what he’d said. With one last glance, Pierre grabbed his things and left you to cry in your room, his heart breaking with every step.
—
You spent the rest of the day telling Toto to piss off as you let the tears flow. Why did he have to get in the way of things? And why did Pierre have to open his mouth like that? You didn’t want to think about it but Toto wouldn’t give up.
“y/n? I have your dinner here…” He was met with silence. “Please, can we talk?”
“I don’t want to talk!” You shouted back.
“We need to talk about it eventually!” Toto called back. “You can’t just bring a rival to our house!”
“He’s hardly a rival!” You snapped back. “I don’t want to talk to you!”
Toto took a deep breath, huffing as he turned on his heel and walked back to the kitchen. Susie caught on to his defeated expression as he set the plate down. “I’ll go and speak to her.” She gave him a small warm smile before taking the food back to you. “She might listen to me.”
“I need to talk to her though. I’m the one who snapped as I did. Not to mention she might be pregnant with his fucking child!”
“Give it a rest Toto he only said it to annoy you.” Susie bit back, turning on her heel and walking off, leaving him on his own to ponder his own thoughts. Susie took a lighter approach, knocking on the door softly before speaking. “y/n? It’s Susie, can you unlock the door for me? I have your dinner here…”
Susie would understand more than Toto would and you also knew she wouldn’t jump down your throat about certain things. Reluctantly you got up from your bed and unlocked the door before opening it to see the kind-faced woman holding out a plate to you as she offered you a warming smile. Her expression dropped slightly when she saw your tear-stained face, she gave you a sympathetic look as you stepped back, allowing her into your room.
“Can we talk?” She asked. You nodded, walking back to your bed as she stepped in and closed your door. “Talk to me, sweetheart…”
“What’s there to say? Pierre and I had an argument and so did Dad and I. Dad won’t let this die… Pierre isn’t what he thinks, he’s not some stuck-up prick who’s trying to spy for answers. He’s actually kind, someone who cares about others…”
“Your Dad doesn’t think about that.” Susie sat down on your bed as she spoke. “He cares about you a lot, he doesn’t want you to get hurt -”
“He can’t just treat me like a child Susie.” You sat up as you spoke, resting against the headboard of your bed. “I’m an adult, I can do what I please -”
“I know you can y/n and I support you in this. I will back you all of the way I promise.” She squeezed your hand slightly as she spoke. “He just cares about you and he knows what racing drivers can be like.”
“But Pierre isn’t like that!”
“y/n… do you love him?”
“I just slept with him, nothing more.” You lied. “But he’s a good person and now I’ve lost him.”
“He’ll come around and so will Toto.”
“I doubt it, Pierre maybe but Dad won’t ever let this go.”
“Shows he cares.”
“Shows he’s a little too protective.”
“I just care about you.” Your door opened and Toto stepped inside, evidently listening to the entire conversation.
Your eyes met his, he had a low expression on his face. His eyes filled with sorrow at the words unfolding between you and Susie. “I’ll leave you two to talk.” Susie set your food down, quickly getting up and leaving the room before you could even think to protest.
Toto stepped in, shutting the door and pulled your desk chair out from under the desk and perched himself on it. “Can we talk?”
“That’s what we’re doing aren’t we?” You raised your brows at him.
“y/n please.”
“Please what Dad?” Your voice raised slightly. “Let me listen to you explain why you said all those things about Pierre? Let me listen to your half-arsed apology when you actually couldn’t care less?”
“I do care about you, not him.”
“Then I don’t care for your apology.”
“What are you two together or something?” He leant back in the chair, folding his arms. “Because you’re defending him like you are.”
“I don’t need to be someone’s girlfriend for me to speak good about them.”
“He’s not worth your time y/n.” Toto’s tone was a serious one. “He’s a waste on that grid sometimes -”
“He’s a decent driver who needs a chance.” You hit back. “He has talent and right now he’s not at a team that can give him what he needs.”
“He hasn’t even won a race yet.”
“And?” You narrowed your gaze at him. “There’s plenty of drivers on the grid who can’t even score points let alone even get on pole. He’s been through hell and back and people like you only care about drivers who are already at their best rather than their potential.”
“You know that isn’t true.” He spat back. “You know I am always looking at talent to fill in the blanks I and this team need.” Toto got out of the chair. “He’s seen you as an opening to get into Mercedes.”
“No he hasn’t -”
“I know what Gasly is like.” Toto walked towards the door. “Don’t bother packing your bags for Silverstone, you won’t be needed.”
“What?” You leapt up, following him as he walked off. “I work for Mercedes you can’t just tell me to stay home!”
“I’m not just your Dad I’m also your boss and you will stay here.”
“I’m not staying here!”
“Yes you are!”
“Toto…” Susie rushed over, trying to stop the dispute.
“You can’t just keep me away from my job like I’m a child. I’m not even speaking to Pierre right now so if you want me to stay away from him then that’s fine but you can’t keep me away from my own job and that race track.”
“I can -”
“Toto!” Susie screamed, shutting you both up. “She will come to Silverstone and she will do her job, that is final. We need her there and you will never forgive yourself if you don’t.” Susie turned to you. “Go and eat, once your done leave the plate outside the door and go and pack for the race. Get everything you need and get some rest, we’ll be leaving early.”
You nodded, sending her a thankful smile before walking back to your bedroom, tears fresh in your eyes at the event that had just taken place.
“I ruined that…” Toto turned to Susie, his eyes leaving you.
“Ruined is an understatement.” She eyed him. “You have a lot of apologising to do to her. I know what Pierre said wasn’t acceptable either but she didn’t say that, he did and you two can choose to ignore what happened or solve it. Just remember how much it’ll hurt her if you continue to act like this. She loves you just as much as you love her, don’t let that fade away all because you can't accept that she may love a rival.”
Toto took a deep breath as he thought about what Susie had said and he wasn’t the only one thinking about the situation. Pierre was currently slumped in a chair in Charles’ hotel room as his best friend unpacked his things after arriving in England.
“I fucked up Char.” Pierre suddenly spoke.
“What’ve you done now?” The brunette asked, letting out a small smile which slowly faded when he saw his best friend's expression. “Oh, what have you done Pierre?”
“Might have slept with Toto Wolff’s daughter for months on end, might have slowly started to fall for her and I might have gotten into an argument with her Dad and then told her I regret ever sleeping with her.”
“You are a fucking idiot.” Charles narrowed his gaze at the Frenchman. “Why would you even think that getting involved with y/n Wolff was a good idea?”
“It’s not her, it’s her pathetic father.”
“How did he know that the two of you were sleeping together? Oh, don't tell me he walked in on you -”
“No, he just walked in on us baking.”
“Baking?”
“It was supposed to be just sex but for me, it’s more than that.”
“Does she know that?”
“No, and I doubt she ever will now, I fucked it, Charles. I mocked her Dad and told her I regretted ever being around her, not to mention I’ve led Toto to believe she’s pregnant -”
“I’m sorry you did what?”
“She isn’t.” Pierre snapped. “I just got carried away, he mentioned he’d done everything for y/n and I’ll never know what that's like so I said who knows maybe I will if she’s pregnant.”
“You are stupid.”
“I’m aware.”
“What’s your plan?”
“My plan?”
“To get her back.”
“I don’t think I ever will.”
“Well, you’ll see her soon enough. Apologise to her and win her back and then you talk to Toto and get him on your side, happy days.” Charles spoke like it was easy.
“I wish it was that easy.”
“She’ll forgive you.”
“Will she? Charles, I said some stupid shit, not to mention she took Toto’s side.”
“I don’t believe that,” Charles smirked. “She’s a smart girl, she wouldn’t take yours or Toto’s side.”
“You might have a point there.” He gave his friend a small smile before sitting up. The pair of them shared a few words before Pierre left to go back to his room. He knew you’d be at Silverstone when he woke up, he needed to apologise and he needed to do it sooner rather than later.
He lay in bed, his thoughts swarming his brain as he stared at the photo of you he’d taken the day everything had fallen apart. His heart ached at the sight of it. He’d fucked up massively and now he needed you by his side more than ever. He took a deep breath, setting his phone back on his chest, his mind wandering back to the day he became infatuated with you.
Pierre begged God for an answer. He’s lost his seat at Red Bull and then his best friend the day after. The last time he’d properly spoken to Anthonie he’d told him to prove Red Bull wrong. Pierre was slouched against the wall with his head in his hands, crying into his race suit at what had just happened. Everything was falling apart.
“Please…” He sobbed into his own arm. “God give me an angel…”
The distress cries of a young driver grabbed your attention as you finished up late in the Mercedes garage. Your eyes landed on the young Red Bull driver known as Pierre Gasly. The pair of you hadn’t spoken to one another often, mayhe the light ‘hello’ or ‘how are you?’ and nothing more but right now he was on his own and he needed someone.
As Pierre finished uttering those words he felt someone’s arms wrap around him, pulling him into their chest. He snapped his head up suddenly, blinking through the tears he met your soft smile. Pierre felt safe at that moment as he fell into your chest, crying into your shirt as you soothed him.
“Let it out…” You ran your hands up and down his back. “It’s okay Pierre…”
“He’s gone…”
“I know…” You kissed the top of his head, running your hands through his hair. “He loved you so much, Pierre…”
“All he wanted was to race with me and Charles…”
“I know he did… he’ll always be watching you and Charles and one day the pair of you will join him and you can race in the clouds.”
“I want him here now…”
“I know, I know…” You pulled him closer.
“I no longer have my seat either…”
“You’ll be given another chance, you have too much talent.” You looked down into his bloodshot eyes. “Prove them wrong.”
Those words made him sink into your touch even more. He really had been sent an angel.
You and Pierre stayed like that for hours. He didn’t want to let go of you, scared he’d fall apart if he wasn’t by your side. From that day you checked up on him constantly, making sure he was okay and could still continue with his F1 career. Pierre had always noticed you on the track, who wouldn’t? But since that moment he became drawn to you, he always wanted to make sure you were safe and not to mention the number of times he’d catch himself staring at you during the trophy ceremonies.
—
The next day Pierre made sure he was up early, not that it was hard considering he’d gotten virtually no sleep. He went straight to his best friend's door, knocking loudly to get his attention.
“Fucking hell…” Charles muttered as he tried to smooth his hair down at the sound of someone banging on his door. “What?” He swung the door open and saw a very tired-looking Pierre. “You look like you haven’t slept.”
“Because I haven’t.” He took a deep breath. “I need your help.”
“For?” Charles arched his brows. “I’m not apologising to her for you, that needs to come from you.”
“No I need you to help me get her things.”
“What are you going to bribe her?”
“No I’m going to get her flowers and a cake but it needs to be a plain cake.”
“Why a plain cake?”
“Because that’s what we were doing when Toto walked in, we planned to make a cake and I would decorate one half and she would do the other. I need to get a plain cake and decorate half and then she can do the other.”
“The master of romance.” Charles teased. “Let me get changed and we can drive into town.
“Thank you mate.”
Pierre had never been so nervous in his life. He spent most of his time trying to pick what flowers to get you, eventually Charles had to step in and pick the colours for him. Upon arriving back to Silverstone Pierre caught sight of Toto’s car, a very large sign that you were in fact here.
Pierre had decorated the cake whilst Charles had driven the two of them back. Pierre had poorly drawn you with the horse you’d met on the way to the farmers market. He’d left the other half blank in the hopes you’d draw him taking a photo of you and the animal.
“So what’s your plan?” Charles asked as he and Pierre walked towards the garages. “You aren’t just going to walk into the garage and ask to speak to her, are you?”
Pierre didn't say anything, he only looked at his best friend like he was an idiot.
“That is your plan isn’t it?” Charles gave him a deadpan expression. “You’re a fucking idiot.”
“What else am I supposed to do?”
“Maybe not walk into the garage where her Dad is.”
“He’ll be glued to her hip this weekend, I’ve got no choice Char.” Pierre’s heart started to race as they got closer to the Mercedes garage. “Maybe he won’t think I’m that much of a prick if he sees me putting the effort in.
“Good luck.” Charles walked off to the Ferrari garage, leaving Pierre alone.
It was Toto who first noticed him. The large bouquet of flowers caught his eye which made him look closer only to see the Frenchman getting closer. “I don’t want him in here!” Toto yelled, looking over at Pierre which prompted everyone else to follow his gaze including yours.
“I just want to talk to y/n.”
“I don’t care, get him out!” Toto waved his hand towards Pierre but no one really did anything. Even Lewis who was standing beside you looked confused at his actions.
“I’m here to apologise.” Pierre stood his ground, his eyes on you. You didn’t look as happy as you used to. Normally when you were at work you always had a smile on your face, laughing and joking around with everyone in the garage but this time you looked as if you wanted to be anywhere but the track. His expression dropped when he saw you, wanting nothing more than to wrap his arms around you and make you smile again.
“You can go to my room.” Lewis turned to you. “No one will bother you there.”
Toto’s gaze turned to Lewis, clearly pissed off that his star boy was encouraging this. “Lewis -”
“Go.” Lewis ignored Toto, only looking at you before turning to look at Pierre, nodding at him as a silent signal to leave the garage with you.
Toto didn’t say anything, not wanting to cause a scene in front of everyone and make the engineers gossip more than he knew they already would. Not to mention he really didn’t want Susie to give him a talking to whilst he was at work.
Pierre let out a breath and walked through the garage, doing his best to ignore Toto as he followed you to Lewis’ room. You held the door open for him before locking it behind you so no one could walk in before looking back at him.
Summary: After Daniel hits Lando with a space hopper he decides to apologise with flowers but doesn’t expect to be so captivated by the person helping.
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Opening your own florist was something you never thought you’d be able to achieve yet here you stood, thanks to the family business. The shop was located in England, not too far from Silverstone. Every time F1 came along, you always saw an influx of fans coming to look inside, especially as you always made bouquets themed around the teams and always made the logos out of flowers. When opening your shop, you never expected to get an actual driver to walk in, especially not Daniel Ricciardo.
The small bell hanging above the door chimed loudly, letting you know that someone had entered the shop. You glanced over at the time, furrowing your brows a little. When the race weekend was taking place you would rarely get customers, it was the middle of the day and the events would still be taking place and no one would dare make the journey from any nearby towns due to the traffic.
Curiosity took over as you lifted your gaze from the bouquet you were preparing for an order when you met a pair of deep chestnut eyes. The man smiled as he caught your gaze, walking towards your counter, a slight spring in his step.
“Can I help you?” A smile presented itself on your face as you spoke to him.
“Hi yeah umm, have you got any flowers that say ‘I’m sorry I hit you with a space hopper, I regret what I did, can you forgive me, Lando?’.” He finished with a bright smile. “Or is that too specific?”
A light laugh escaped your lips. “Nothing is too specific for me.” You returned his smile before setting the flowers you were working on. “So what do you have in mind? You can either have a bouquet of all the same flowers or we could make a bouquet with multiple different flowers, you can have just one singular flower or -”
“Could I get one like this?” He pointed to a display you’d set out that morning. The display was a large bouquet, one you’d see a wealthy man give to the love of his life in films or on social media.
“Sure, do you have any specific flowers or colour scheme in mind?”
“Are there any flowers specific for space hopper apologies?” His smile stood proudly on his face as he spoke.
“Not that I know of.” You moved around the counter so you could scour your shop for the flowers you had in mind. You picked up a single pink carnation, holding it out to him. “Pink carnations are often used to apologise to a close friend.” Daniel took the flower into his hand, his fingers grazing yours as he held the stem before lifting it to smell the flower. Your heart jumped when your skin touched his. No one could deny that Daniel was an attractive man, his dark curls fell just above his eye as he continued to run his hands through his hair, the action itself only making him more attractive.
“They’re beautiful.” Daniel twirled the flower around as his eyes flickered at you.
“You could partner them with…” You stepped away, missing the scent of his cologne as you walked through your shop. “These.” You handed him a white flower, your hands touching once again, this time at the contact Daniel looked straight at you, rather than studying the flower. “It’s called Lily of the Valley, arguably the most popular flower when it comes to apologises. You could just have those two and then an orange flower in the middle to represent McLaren, or the space hopper if you want to look at it from that point of view.”
Daniel let out a light laugh at your words. “Would you be able to do that for me?” His eyes met yours.
“Of course, I could.” You grabbed the flowers you needed before turning on your heel and walking to the counter which doubled as your workstation. “When do you need them by?”
“When can they be done by?”
“Whenever you need them by.” You smirked, already getting to work on them.
“When’s the earliest you can do it by?”
“Give me time and they’ll be done within the hour.” Your smirk was glued on your face as you started to work whilst Daniel pondered around the shop.
“Is it yours?” He suddenly asked.
“Hmm?”
“The shop?”
“Oh yes well, it’s my nan's shop well… used to be.”
“Was she a florist too?”
“She was.” You smiled warmly at Daniel.
“So it’s a family thing then?”
“Pretty much, can’t say the same for you though.”
“The Ricciardos are adventurous but I can’t say we’ve all ran to Formula 1.”
“Probably for the best.” You kept your gaze on him. “It’s not exactly the safest sport.”
“But the adrenaline makes up for it.” Daniel had moved to lean against the counter so he could watch you work. His eyes fluttered between your face and your hands working away on the flowers.
“Each to their own.” You smiled back at him.
“So did your nan have the idea for F1-themed flowers?”
“My Grandad actually.” The fond memory swarmed your mind, something Daniel picked up on. “He always used to go to Silverstone, every single year.”
“Have you ever been?”
“No, I was always too young and then we lost my Grandad, no one has gone since, too busy running the shop.”
Daniel’s expression dropped at your words. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
“You don’t need to apologise, he’d be in his element if he saw you here now.” You smiled warmly at him.
“I’m sure he’d be happier seeing how well you’ve handled this place, must be a lot, surely?”
“It is but I’ve grown up here so I’m used to it by now.”
“Do you run it on your own, or have help from your boyfriend… or a girlfriend!” He said the last part rather quickly, his expression a worried one that he may have offended you but the small laugh you let out wiped his worry away.
“No I don’t have a partner, I run it by myself, sometimes I’ll get help from a friend but mostly it’s just me.”
“No wonder why you’ve never been to Silverstone, you’re always here.”
“It was my dream to take over the shop so I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You smiled at him, adding the last flower which happened to be an orange rose in the middle. You’d wrapped the flowers in orange paper, drawing the McLaren logo on the front before handing it to Daniel.
“Could I also get something else, if it’s not too much to ask?”
“Sure.”
“A McLaren bouquet? If it’ll take too long you don’t have to worry -”
“You can take the one off the display if you’d like.” You moved around the counter and over to the shop window, taking the bouquet in your hands before handing it back to him for him to study.
“Thank you.” He looked down and smiled before paying. “I never got your name…”
“y/n.” You smiled, handing him the flowers he’d now set down on the counter.
“Daniel.” He returned the smile. “Although it seemed as if you already knew that.”
“I did indeed, good luck this weekend. Silverstone is special so I’m sure you’ll do well.”
“Thank you.” Daniel backed off from the counter. “Maybe one day you’ll be there to watch me.” He winked as he opened your shop door.
“Maybe one day Ricciardo.”
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The next day you watched Daniel give Lando the flowers, the gesture making the brit go bright red as it was broadcasted on national television after their practice. Your smile was as wide as Daniels as you watched the encounter. Daniel ran his hand back through his hair, much like he had done when he was with you. The gesture alone makes your heart run as you watched the interview concluded.
You expected the weekend to be rather dull, the only excitement coming from the race that was set to take place but it seemed the world had other plans. As you came down the stairs to open your shop for the day you were greeted with a large white envelope.
Your name was neatly written on the front. The envelope was slightly weighted, evidently, something was inside. Tearing open the letter a paddock pass fell out into your hands along with a note.
If Silverstone is as special as you make it out to be then I’d like you to at least experience it for yourself.
- Daniel
A large grin broke across your face as you held the pass in your hands. As quickly as you could you darted back upstairs to the flat that stood above the shop to get ready. Hopefully, if you had timed everything right you should have been able to make it to the race just before the second practice started, hopefully, you could catch Daniel and thank him for everything.
Thankfully luck was on your side today. Approaching the entrance you scanned your pass and went to enter when the security stopped you. “Where’s your luggage?”
“I’m sorry?” You arched your brow at his words.
“Mr Ricciardo said you were to be staying with him and we’d take your things to the Silverstone Hotel.”
“Oh…” Daniel had failed to mention that. “Umm well I’ll be going back to mine tonight and I’ll be joining him on the weekend.”
“No worries, just thought I’d ask.” He smiled, letting you through. You gave him a quick smile before heading off to find Daniel. The Australian wasn’t hard to find, anyone could hear his laugh from a mile away. He was still in his race suit, his curls sticking to his forehead as he glistened with sweat mixed with light spots of rain which had started to fall.
Daniel’s eyes fell from the engineer's gaze and fell onto you if it was even possible the smile once on his lips grew even wider. “y/n!” He moved towards you, his large arms engulfed you, pulling you into his chest in a tight hug. Your arms wrapped around him, smiling as your head fell against his chest. “I’m glad you could make it.” He pulled back, looking down at you. “Did you just get here?”
“Yes.” You smiled back. “I came as soon as I got the letter.”
“Good-”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Yes?”
“What’s all this about me staying with you?”
“Shit, God I hope that isn’t weird… look I have a room that overlooks the track and I know I should have asked before I even mentioned it to security but if you want to stay there you can or even have a few drinks up there with me -”
“I’ll stay with you as long as you drive me home to get my stuff.” You smirked up at the man who was now getting rather flustered.
“Happily.” He let out a breath of relief. “So you’ll stay tonight? And through the weekend?”
“Only because it’s Silverstone.”
“Is that you telling me you wouldn’t stay with me anywhere else?”
“Maybe Australia…”
“What about Austria?”
“Let’s see how special Silverstone can be first.”
It was no lie that the pair of you had chemistry, anyone could see it.
Summary: After a surprise goes wrong, Lewis reminds you who makes the rules.
Word Count: 4.4K
Warnings: Fluff, angst, smut 18+++, dom!Lewis, overstimulation, dirty talk, all that jazz ;)
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Lewis had always been thankful for you. Unlike anyone else he’d been with, you’d turned up for every single race and had always supported him every single step of the way. You even made sure you could work from home so you could attend every race as well as spend as much time with him as possible when the pair of you were back in London. The one thing Lewis was just scared of was you being too engrossed in his world.
It’s not like he didn’t want you to be a part of his world he was just worried you’d get hurt by some crazed fans or start to distance yourself from your friends because of his lifestyle. He never realised how much you’d sacrificed for him until he was wandering around Tesco one evening, picking up snacks for the two of you when he saw all of your friends all dressed up to go out. The group spotted him and asked after you, he was confused at first, wondering why you hadn’t been invited but he quickly learned that you had been asked to go out but you’d turned it down to spend time with him before having to fly out for his race.
He confronted you about when he was home and you told him the truth. You just wanted to spend more time with him, you knew how stressful his job was and not to mention the endless amounts of hate he received for simply existing. You just wanted to make sure he was okay and since that moment Lewis seemed to keep you closer to his side. He was already protective as it was but now his mind wandered more than it once did. He didn't know what he’d do if something happened to you.
Security followed you everywhere you went. You could never escape them, even if it was something as simple as just walking Roscoe around the paddocks, they were always there. Lewis hated that he had to get security to follow you around every single second of the day, he never wanted to lock you in and god forbid he never wanted to push you away with all the strict rules but he wanted you to be safe.
The pair of you were currently in your shared hotel room. Today was Sunday and the race for Bahrain was starting in a few mere hours but Lewis really didn’t want to leave. You had your head on his chest, tracing his tattoos as the sun started to light the room. Lewis had his hand in your hair, his eyes scanning your concentrating face.
“You need to stop staring.” You smiled, turning your head to meet his eyes.
“Why?” He returned the smile. “You look so pretty in the morning.”
“Such a flirt Hamilton.” You cracked a small laugh at him. “How are you feeling about today?”
“Confident, just want to get back on track after last year.” He gave you a small sad smile at the memory that haunted him.
“You’ll be fine.” You kissed his chest lightly. “I know you’ll get your eighth.”
“I hope so.”
“You will.”
“You’re always so positive.”
“Learnt that from you, even in the darkest times you find a way to make people smile and just make their day better.”
“Look at you being the flirt now.”
“There’s a difference between flirting and just being nice.” You shifted so you were now straddling him. You cupped his jaw before bending down and planting a kiss on his lips. Lewis’ hands ran up your thighs before settling on your hips, pulling you into him. “You need to get up, you’ve got to be on that track soon.”
“Just a little longer.” He connected his lips back to yours. He deepened the kiss as he sat up, pushing your body to the side slightly so you fell on your back, allowing Lewis to hover over you. He pushed your legs apart so he could settle in between them as he ducked his head down to capture your lips again. The kiss was loving yet had hints of lust as he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue in when he felt you moan as he spread your legs wider, his thigh lightly touching where you needed him.
Whining you pulled away from him, resting your forehead against his. “Lewis… we don’t have time.”
He let out a huff. “I know…” He sat back up, taking your hand in his before planting a kiss on the back. “I have a surprise for you.”
You arched your brows at him. “A surprise? Like what?”
“You’ll see.” He smiled as he stood off the bed. “They won’t wait long you better get ready.”
“They?” You sat up, missing the feeling of him beside you. “Who?”
“They’re waiting for us at breakfast so you might want to hurry.” He smirked as he went off to the bathroom, leaving you to wonder who was downstairs.
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Lewis and you walked hand in hand downstairs to breakfast. He kept his grip tight on your hand as you both neared the restaurant. As you turned the corner your eyes met the smiles of your best friends. As they caught sight of you and your boyfriend they all jumped up and ran towards you both. They flooded you with hugs and attention, dragging you to the table to sit with them.
“We haven’t seen you in what feels like years!” y/b/f smiled as they looked between you and Lewis. “She’s so obsessed with you that she never even sets time aside for us anymore!”
“That isn’t true.” You gave them all a light glare. “Just being supportive.”
“You do need to set time for yourself.” Lewis smiled as he started to eat.
“Is that your way of pushing me away?” You teased him but his eyes widened at the sudden accusation.
“What? No! God no! No, never -”
You let out a small giggle at his worried reaction. “Calm down, I know, I just want to support you.”
“Christ you’ve gone so soft since you’ve been dating him.” Your other friend smirked, looking between you both.
“How long are you guys here for?” You asked, changing the subject.
“Just for the race and tomorrow before we all head back to London with you.” y/b/f replied. “Think we should all go on a night out when we’re back and oh we need to play that drinking game you bought!” You smiled at the mention of the game. One drunken night you bought a sexy drinking game full of kinky dares and truths for you all to answer. You’d all planned to play it but you’d never gotten the time.
“That sounds like a plan,” Lewis smirked at you.
“We’ll sort a date out.” You replied.
“What about the Wednesday? We’ll be back by then and it gives you all time to relax before meeting up again.” Lewis suggested.
“We can play the game that Wednesday then, I’ll be happy to have you all around mine.” y/b/f suggested. The rest of your friends agreed and so did you, earning a wink from Lewis. “Think he can handle you being away for a few hours.”
“I’ll just cuddle Roscoe if I get lonely.” Lewis smiled.
“Speaking as if you don’t do that anyway.” You hit back at your smiling boyfriend.
You spent the rest of breakfast catching up with everyone before heading to the paddocks with Lewis. Your friends had already taken their spots in the stands and you were set to join them.
“When did you plan that?” You asked him as you walked.
“A few weeks ago, you needed that.” He looked back at you. “I don’t want to lock you in my world when you have your own life to live.”
“But you know I love coming to watch you race.”
“I know and I don’t want that to change but I also want you to have your own freedom, I don’t want my security always having to be around you. I want you to feel safe without them and just be yourself with friends.”
“You worry too much.” You pecked his lips. “But thank you, you didn’t have to fly them all out here and do that for me.”
“Anything for my girl.”
“But do I have to watch from the balcony? It won’t be the same as it is in the garage.”
“One race.” He smiled. “You’ll be fine, who knows you might enjoy it more when you’re up there.”
“I doubt it, I won’t get to hear you over the radio.”
“I’m sure you’ll live.” He kissed your forehead. “Security will take you to the stands, they’ll be with you the entire time. After the race go straight back to the hotel and I’ll meet you there.”
“Even if you win?” You arched your brows at him.
“Well obviously you’ll be at podiums to watch and then you’ll go back. I’ll meet you there when I’ve done all the interviews if you and your friends want you can order room service to our room and I’ll join you.” His grip tightened on your hand. “Please text me when you’re back so I know you’re safe.”
“I will.” You pecked his lips. “Good luck.”
“Thank you.” He pressed a longer kiss onto your lips, his hand wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest. “Please be safe, Bahrain isn’t exactly the safest place for you.”
“I will be.” You kissed him again. “I promise.” You caught sight of his security making their advances towards you, slightly implying that it was time to leave Lewis. “I’ll see you after the race, please be careful.”
“I’ll see you then darling, I love you.”
“I love you too.” You two shared one last smile before departing for the day.
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Lewis had gotten pole, coming third in the race alongside Charles and Carlos. You looked up at him as he smiled down at you, holding the trophy close to his chest before reaching down and grabbing the champagne to celebrate with everyone else. Seeing him happy on a track after last year warmed your heart but the moment only lasted so long when your friends grabbed your arm, pulling you out of the crowd and away from Lewis’ security.
“What are you doing?” You pulled your arm away from y/b/f, attempting to turn back and go to where Lewis was.
“Going out and you’re coming too -”
“No we have to go back to the hotel.” You stood your ground, looking between them all.
“Oh come on y/n, we hardly see you anymore. You’re always travelling with Lewis and when you’re home you just work and stay with him, come on.”
“They’re right.” One of your other friends jumped in. “Come on there’s a club not far from here, he’s got interviews to do anyway. He won’t be back for at least a couple of hours.”
“He won’t even know you’re gone.” y/b/f carried on. “Come on y/n live a little.”
“I do live -”
“Then come out with us! Just like we used to, with no security, no one always watching over us…”
“Yeah come on it’ll be -” You cut them off before they could finish.
“Fine we’ll go but only for one drink.” They all smiled and giggled like a group of school children as you left the track.
You spared a glance back to the podiums which were now over, you knew Lewis would be heading to interviews soon which gave you time to have some fun before he came back. You took out your phone to either call or text him just so he knew where you were but your phone had died. For a second you debated turning back and leaving your friends to go find him but they did have a point, you did need to take more time for yourself.
Needless to say, one drink slowly turned to two and then to three and a few shots later you had forgotten entirely about Lewis’ wishes. You were now sobering up, enough alcohol in your system to give you the confidence you needed when you finally came face to face with Lewis again. Whilst you and your friends continued to dance around to the music playing Lewis was pacing in yours and his hotel room.
He’d tried calling you a million and one times as he continued to worry. He took a deep breath, looking at the time, knowing it was late and Bahrain wasn’t a safe place for you he messaged his security again, asking if anyone had seen you but his prayers were answered when you opened the hotel door.
“Hi!” You smiled as you walked in, the confidence of the alcohol still in your system as you spoke. “What’s wrong?” You asked as you caught on to his relived yet pissed-off expression.
“What’s wrong?” He took a step towards you. “Where the fuck were you?”
“I went out with my friends, oh come on Lewis you always complain I never go out anymore and you don’t want me to live my life being locked up by your world and here you are acting upset that I took time for myself.”
“I don’t have a problem with you going out.” His voice grew louder. “I have a problem with you going out in a place you know isn’t safe without telling me where you are -”
“My phone died -”
“And? I told you to come straight back to the hotel and wait for me, if your phone was dead that’s more of a reason to not go out and come back here. y/n anything could have happened to you -”
“But nothing did happen, I’m fine!” You stepped closer to him, raising your voice too.
“How did I know that? I came back to an empty hotel room thinking something bad had happened to you.”
“I’m fine, no one approached me and I was fine.”
“I know that now!” He huffed, looking back at you. “What if something happened to you? How would I know?”
“You’re being dramatic, I’m fine.” You pushed past him but Lewis wasn’t having that. He grabbed the top of your arm and pulled you back towards him. Lewis backed you up against the wall, his palms on either side of your head on the wall, trapping you between the wall and him.
“Oh, I’m dramatic?” His eyes flickered down to your lips before meeting your eyes again.
“Yes, you are.” The confidence you had never faltered despite Lewis’ actions. “You forget you want me to do my own thing and go out with my friends.”
“Ironic that you should bring up forgetfulness when you can’t even remember the rules.” He ducked his head down, his lips ghosting yours before moving down to your jaw. “Maybe I should remind you of them…”
Every single ounce of confidence you once had faltered when Lewis pressed his body against yours as he kissed you. The kiss was rough and full of lust he wanted you so badly after this morning but he needed you to learn your lesson.
“Something as simple as coming back here and you couldn’t even follow that…” His lips ghosted down to your neck, nipping and sucking at the skin. His hand moved down to your jeans, sliding his fingers over the fabric, pressing small amounts of pressure through the material. “Take these off.” He stepped back and watched as you slowly undid your jeans, your slow movement only pissed him off even more. “I wouldn’t take your time if I were you… you’re already in enough trouble…”
“Oh no…” You mocked him with a sly smirk. Lewis had no patience for your teasing. He stepped back towards you, throwing you up against the wall and pulling your jeans down and off your body within seconds. He then moved to the hem of your shirt, pulling it swiftly off your body. One hand pulled your underwear aside, letting his fingers tease you whilst the other hand reached around and undone your bra, letting it fall to the floor.
“God, you’re so wet…” Lewis attached his lips back to yours as he let his fingers trace your folds, groaning at how wet you were as he deepened the kiss. You could only moan into his mouth as he slid a finger inside of you.
“Fuck Lewis!” You jumped at his sudden actions, throwing your head back slightly.
“Don’t close your eyes, look at me.” You ignored him, drowning in pleasure at his actions, Lewis sped up, smirking at the way you were in pure bliss already. “I said,” He let his free hand grab your chin, pulling it so you could look at him. “Look at me.”
“Yes sir…” You moaned as he added another finger, pumping them in and out of you as his thumb went to your clit, toying with it to bring you closer to your high. “Just like that…”
“You don’t need to tell me, darling…” He pressed his mouth against your ear. “When I know your body better than you…”
He started to speed up, his fingers thrusting in and out of you. You could feel your wetness trailing down your legs as he kept up his pace. Lewis added more pressure to your clit, he could feel you tighten around him, a sign that you were close.
“Please Lewis I want to cum -” As you spoke he withdrew his fingers, leaving you feeling empty. “Why did you -”
“You need to learn.” He stepped back. “Get on the bed and put your hands above your head.” You nodded, following his orders whilst he walked off to get something. Your heart was pounding at what he might bring back, your mind was racing but you didn’t have to wait long. Lewis had grabbed two ties and was stalking back to the bed, his gaze fixed on you as he spread your legs wide. “Don’t move…” He warned. He set one tie aside before grabbing your wrists in one hand and using the other to tie them together.
“Fuck…” You whispered out as he smirked down at you.
“Is that too tight?” He asked, his tone going soft for a second.
“No… what is the other one for?”
“Close your eyes.” You done as he asked and suddenly felt the silky material being placed over your eyes. He lifted your head up and tied the tie at the back so it couldn’t slip off your eyes. “Good girl… about the only rule you’ve followed tonight…” You heard him take his shirt off and move off the bed. You heard him grab something next to the bedside. You knew what that sound was.
When Lewis had been waiting for someone to find you he’d ordered a drink to take the edge off for a second, hoping it would calm it down. He’d been given ice with his drink which was in a bucket next to the bed. Lewis had taken some out and placed it in his mouth before moving to your neck. The sudden cold sensation made you jump, your hios bucking into Lewis’. He trailed the cold cube down your body, tracing each of your nipples with it, making your skin shiver.
“Lewis…” You moaned, throwing your head back at the sensation.
Lewis hooked his fingers around the waistband of your underwear and pulled them down as he moved his body down to your dripping entrance. The ice was still in his mouth as he trailed your inner thigh with it. You tried to move your legs away from him but he wrapped his hands around your thighs, forcing you to keep your legs in place.
“Lewis, please -”
“It’s Sir to you.” His tone was dark as the ice melted in his mouth and on your skin. You heard Lewis remove his trousers, your breath hitching as you felt his cold rings on your skin. “Such a dirty slut, all dripping wet for me…”
“Please, Sir…”
“Please Sir what?”
“Please fuck me, Sir…”
“I don’t think you want it as much as you say you do…” He smirked down at your flustered state. “Beg for it.”
“Please Sir, please fuck me… please Lewis I need you. I need you so badly please…”
Whilst you begged for him to fuck you he lined himself up at your entrance. He inched closer to you with every single word and when you had finished he slammed his hips into yours. You stretched around him, grabbing the sheets for support as he pulled out entirely and slammed back into you.
He fucked you into the sheets, his hands on your hips as he held onto your throat. Lewis kept his pace steady as you moaned louder. You pressed your hips into him, earning a moan from the Brit. “Such a slut for me…” He moved his hands to your blindfold, lifting it off so you could see him again.
Lewis always looked like a God. Sweat was glistening on his forehead and his chest. You wanted to run your nails down his back, marking it so the world knew he was yours but he clearly wanted to leave a lasting reminder for you tonight.
At the sight of your face, he let out a small smile, increasing his speed. The pleasure started to grow inside of you as Lewis moved his hand down to your clit again. He kept up his swift movements as he played with your clit like last time. “You look so pretty being fucked by me…”
“Please Lewis, I want to cum…”
“You know I would have let you cum then but you called me Lewis not Sir.”
“Oh please!” You moaned out. “It’s too much, please…”
“You can take it.” He threw one of your legs over his shoulder. “You cum when I tell you too…” He moved his free hand to wipe the tears that started to fall from your eyes. “You’re being so good for me…” He kissed your tear-stained cheeks before moving inside of you again. “Just a little longer.”
Lewis grabbed your hips, slamming himself into you before moving to your clit again. “I want to touch you.”
“Only good girls get to touch.” He smirked down at you. He ducked his head down and took your nipple into his mouth, biting down and pulling on your skin.
“Fuck Lewis please…”
Lewis pulled out suddenly, flipping you around so you were now on all fours. Your head was against the sheets, your ass in the air on display for him. Lewis smacked your ass, making you jump which earnt you a low chuckle from him.
“Maybe if I leave a handprint on your ass maybe you’ll learn…”
“Do your worst Sir.”
“You’ll regret saying that.” His hand came down on your ass again, harder this time. “I want you to count for me, you’re on two.”
“Yes Sir.”
He smacked your ass again.
“Three.”
“Say thank you.”
“Thank you Sir.”
“Good girl.” He smacked your ass again, harder again.
“Four… thank you Sir.” He smacked you again, grabbing your hips to pull you closer to him again. “Five, thank you Sir.” In total Lewis smacked your ass another five times, adding up to ten. He ran his hands over your skin, admiring his handprint which was clearly displayed on your skin. He soothed you, praising you for doing so well as he planted a kiss on your now, sore ass.
“Well done, such a good girl for me.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
His hands went back to your hips as he pushed your legs apart. He entered you again, pulling your hair so you moved against his hips. Lewis held you like that for a few seconds before pulling out and thrusting back in. He pulled you back onto his cock every time he thrusted deep inside of you.
“I can feel you getting close…” Lewis muttered, hus hand snaking around to your clit, playing with it as he towered over you. You could feel his chest on your back as he leaned closer tp you, his free hand wrapping around your neck as his thrusts got slower. “Are you gonna cum around my cock?”
“Yes Sir please, I’ll beg you, I’ll do anything just please let me cum.”
“You can cum…” Lewis moaned in your ear as he felt you clench around him. Your high hit you like a ton of bricks, if Lewis hadn’t been holding you against his body you would have collapsed. He fucked you through your high which only added to the intense orgasam you were already having underneath him. Your high caused Lewis to reach his. He held onto you as he finished inside of you, still fucking you as he came.
Lewis kept himself inside of you as he came, his hot breath fanned against your back as he steadied himself. “Good girl.” He kissed your back as he slkowly pulled out, making sure none of his cum was wasted down your leg. He crashed down on the bed beside you as you turned your body to face him.
He reached up and carefully removed his tie from our wrists, kissing each wrist and inspecting them with close detail to make sure you weren’t hurt. “Are you okay?” He asked, his tone was soft and caring as he traced his thumbs over the skin where his tie once was.
“Yes… are you?”
“I’m fine.” He smiled. Lewis leaned forward and placed a kiss on your lips before rolling onto his back and holding his arms out. “Come here, you were so good for me.”
A smile spread on your face as you moved to join him. “I’m sorry.” You spoke as your head fell onto his chest. “I shouldn’t have gone out.”
Lewis took a deep breath, moving your hair out of your face. “I just don’t want you to get hurt.” Looking down he gave you a light smile. “I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you. Some people hate me because I simply exist and they’d do anything to get to me and that means hurting you and I can’t have you in danger.”
“I know and I’m sorry. You don’t deserve that.”
“Don’t worry about it love.” He smirked as he kissed your forehead. “I think you learnt your lesson.” You smirked back up at him before replying.
