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agendabymooner · 4 months

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SOMETHING AGREEABLE !!! ESTEBAN O. X FEM!READER X PIERRE G. (18+)

summary: the two alpine drivers were always thought to have been rivals. but little did people know, they’ve always had an affinity for one thing and she was something of a middle ground for them.

content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni!), blurb because i’m tryna get out of a writing slump, explicit language, double penetration, dumbification and size kink if you squint, mentions of team relationships (drivers friendships etc), french dialogue

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people always assumed that the two alpine drivers were nothing but rivals within close proximity.

they always wondered how esteban ocon and pierre gasly interacted off the track and during their meetings, and if they were on each other’s throats all the time.

both men had scoffed when they were asked about their relationship off the track— and how they were often pit against each other.

pierre thought that this was outrageous that he even dropped names of teams that showed lack of off-track friendships or even relationships, telling the reporter that not even his best friend charles leclerc and carlos sainz had something of a friendship away from the cameras.

esteban and pierre’s friendship was genuine, unlike most people in the grid. even if the alpine duo would argue, they’d always find a middle ground.

one in the form of a woman, who was stuck between two bodies as esteban and pierre fucked her whilst her lips offered nothing but silent gasps and incoherent mumbles.

esteban’s arms hooked under her legs as he devoured her mouth sweetly, his cock pistoning in and out of her cunt and making lewd noises as he did so. he hadn’t even allowed her to hook her legs around his hips, instead he lifted her as he thrusted and out of her while he stood.

she could feel her heart beat rapidly moving, saliva sliding down her bare tits as she craved for more.

“une fille si impatiente,” such an eager girl. esteban tutted, wiping the liquid off her lips away as he continued to bottom out inside of her. “do you like that, mon cherie?”

“ye- yeah,” she stammered quietly, crying out when pierre thrusted inside her hole and bottomed out as well. she sunk into both of their cocks, her holes completely filled by their girth and length as she babbled, “oh, oh- fuck. ‘m so full.”

“yes you are, bebe,” pierre growled from behind her as he and esteban began to thrust inside her. he then taunted her and nipped her ear, “si serré pour nous. est-ce que tu aimes ça? se faire baiser plein de nos bites?” so tight for us. do you like this? being fucked full of our cocks?

she wasn’t able to pick up on any words after they began to move once more, her mind going on an overdrive as the two men took over her senses and had her brain melting. her mind was overwhelmed with pleasure and the feeling of both of their cocks inside her holes.

“she can’t even speak,” esteban smiled smugly when she uttered nothing but a silent scream, her eyes rolling back as esteban repeatedly hit the sensitive spot inside her pussy. “i think we fucked her too much.” he laughed with pierre.

pierre’s hands snaked around her stomach as he murmured, “look at you, bebe. i can feel estie’s dick inside of you. so big no?”

“mm,” she cried quietly, now being lifted up and down by esteban and pierre as they increased their pace. “oh fuck! s’good. please fuck me harder, please.”

pierre merely looked at esteban and exchanged smiles with him, eager to fuck her as she wanted.

after all, she was someone that they could always agree on. talk about real friendship.

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lxndonorris · 2 months

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seat-fitting - Esteban Ocon (SFS24)

Y/N x Esteban Ocon Theme: Smutish, Teasing, Touching you're joining Esteban after the first training session of the new season x word count: 1470+ taglist: @game-set-canet any request? let me now!

The roar of engines reverberates through the crisp air as the first race weekend of the season kicks off. In the heart of the racing circuit is the Alpine Garage, a hive of activity and anticipation.

Esteban, a seasoned professional racing driver with a passion for speed coursing through his veins, just finished his first training session of the weekend. As Esteban's girlfriend, you have a front-row seat to the exhilarating world of Formula 1. He glides his sleek racing car back into the garage, causing your heart to pound in excitement.

Esteban emerges from the car, his every movement exuding an aura of confidence and determination. His team surrounds him, offering congratulations for a successful training session, and you watch with admiration as he strolls through the garage, commanding attention with his presence alone.

His racing suit hugs his form perfectly, accentuating his athletic physique, and even beneath the helmet, you sense the grin you know is plastered across his face.

As he finally removes the helmet, revealing a red, sweaty face adorned with a smile, your heart swells with pride and affection.

Your eyes lock, and his warm smile washes over me like a wave, melting away any lingering tension. With a sense of longing, he closes the distance between you, his hands finding their place on my waist as he draws you into his embrace.

"How was it out there?" You ask, unable to tear your gaze away from his beautiful eyes.

Esteban's eyes light up with enthusiasm. "It was incredible!" he exclaims, a wide, boyish grin spreading across his face. "The car felt good, like it was gliding on rails. The speed, the control—it's like nothing else."

You can feel his heart still pounding beneath your hand as it rests on his chest. "You were really flying out there." You remark, a proud smile tugging at your lips.

"It's a rush like no other," he admits, his gaze never leaving yours. "I can't wait for Sunday."

As he leans in for a kiss, you can't help but admire the rugged charm of his beard. It tickles when your soft lips meet, and you melt into a gentle kiss.

Together, you walk hand in hand toward his motorhome, a sanctuary amid the chaos of the racing circuit.

As the two of you walk through the bustling paddock, you can't help but take in the electrifying atmosphere that surrounds you. The smell of rubber is heavy in the air, mingling with the sound of engines roaring in the distance.

People hurry about, their faces alight with excitement, while a few other drivers make their way back to their quarters as well for a well-deserved break.

You pause for a moment to soak it all in, feeling a rush of nostalgia wash over you. You missed the adrenaline-fueled energy of the racing world.

"Sensational. Isn't it." Esteban whispers in your ear.

"Yeah." You breathe barely hearable before you keep going until you arrive at his motorhome.

Inside, Esteban indulges in a moment of intimacy, inviting you closer and allowing you to feel the fabric of his racing suit. His scent is hovering in the air all around you, engulfing the two of you fully as you place a hand on his chest.

Your fingers gilde along the smooth material, tracing the contours of his body before lingering on the zipper. With a gentle touch, you begin to unzip his suit.

As Esteban shrugs off the upper half of his racing attire, you're greeted by the sight of his chest encased in tight fireproofs. His muscles ripple beneath the fabric, slinging around his form like a second skin.

With a sense of reverence, you reach out and stroke his chest, feeling the warmth of his body beneath your fingertips.

He watches you closely, his gaze intense and filled with a mixture of desire and affection. You can sense the pleasure he takes in your touch—the way his breathing quickens ever so slightly as your hand moves across his chest.

Sensing your admiration, he grins and flexes his arms, another invitation to feel the power of his muscles. With a delighted smile, you oblige, running your hands over the defined outlines of his arms, marveling at their strength and resilience.

He savors the sensation of your hands exploring his muscles; a content smile graces his lips as he licks them. The warmth of your touch sends waves of pleasure through him, and he can't help but revel in every move of your fingers.

With each caress, he feels a deep sense of connection with you, and his body craves more.

As Esteban leans in for a kiss, you can't help but admire the rugged charm of his beard. "You look so good," you tell him, running your fingers through the stubble. "I'm glad you kept it for this weekend."

Esteban growls and chuckles softly. "Yeah, I thought I'd switch things up a bit," he replies, his voice filled with warmth. "But it's nothing compared to how good you look in that team gear."

You blush at the compliment, feeling a surge of affection for the man who never fails to make you feel special.

Unable to resist teasing Esteban a little, you stroke his chest through his firerpoof undergarments, eliciting a guttural chuckle from him. With a playful glint in his eyes, he undulges your antics, amused by your affectionate gesture.

"Come on." He nods toward the sofa, inviting you to sit down with him. As you settle on it, you can't help but admire the sight of him in his racing gear again. It had been too long since you last saw him like this, and you missed it more than you realized. He looks every bit like the professional athlete you fell in love with.

Easily, you begin to climb on top of him, sitting down on his lap., facing him, and he chuckles, his hands finding their place on my waist.

"What are you doing?" Esteban asks, a smile playing on his lips.

"It's my seat fitting," you reply with a grin, leaning in to kiss him.

As your lips meet, you run a hand across his firm chest, reveling in the warmth and intimacy of the moment.

He moves a little, trying his best for the two of you to be the most comfortable. At the same time, you steady yourself, feeling all of his chest tensing more and more.

"Mhmm." He purrs happily right into your mouth, sending shivers down your spine.

Your body presses against his strong frame, and he makes sure to hold you close, kissing you with his tongue and spreading his familiar taste all over your mouth. His hands are stroking the small of your back, giving you goosebumps.

"This feels... so good." A guttural, quiet moan escapes his lips. "I'm so hard." Esteban chuckles, moving his crotch slightly.

As you feel his desire bulging underneath, you lick your lips, separating yourself from his just enough to meet his gaze.

"All the same, Estie." You shake your head, eliciting another chuckle from him.

"It's not my fault you're so gorgeous." He replies, placing a hand on your cheek and stroking you with his thumb, causing your face to flush with color again.

"You're the one to talk." You smirk, running a hand through his messy hair and his tickling stubble.

Leaning in close, you whisper in his ear, encouraging him to push even harder on the next session.

"You're doing amazing out there," you murmur, brushing a stray lock of hair away from his forehead. "But I know you've got even more in you."

Esteban's eyes meet yours, filled with a playful spark.

"And when you do," you reply, a mischievous grin spreading across your lips, "there is a special reward for you."

Running both of your hands down his firm chest, acorss his nipples piercing through his shirt and his muscles rippling through the fabric of his undergarments.

He draws a deep breath when your hand reaches his crotch, tracing the outlines of his member bulging inside his suit.

Esteban's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, and a teasing glint dances in his eyes. "Oh, really?" he teases, his hands tightening around your waist.

You nod, leaning in to whisper your promise in his ear, the words sending a shiver down his spine. With a grin, Esteban pulls you close, pressing a tender kiss to your lips.

In response, you grab him tightly, causing him to growl deeply, his voice carrying a longing desire.

He grinds his hips against your hand, enjoying the feeling of your hand on his length.

"I can't wait." Esteban breathes into you before letting out a low groan, leaning his head back against the sofa cushions.

Pressing a finger on his lips, you smile.

"It will be worth it."

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non-stop-imagines · 7 months

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Red Lipstick Smudged

From this request 💖🤭

Pairing: Esteban Ocon x Black Fem!Reader

Summary: In which you and Esteban just...couldn't wait.

Word Count: ~3.0k words

Warning: Porn with a plot??? (Let's just pretend that's true, car sex, oral (m receiving), fingering, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it and all that jazz), online translator French, ruining clothing, Very mild orgasm denial but it's still there; Minors DNI!!! 18+

A/N: Whew! I don't know why or how but, uh, yeah. Here this is. This request was a surprising one even though the actual request was simple, I was surprised to see it when it first came in. And what better song to use? 🤣 Now this is mainly based off that second part of Partition (y'all know 😏), but it gave me great smut writing practice so I ain't complaining if y'all aren't. Also, shoutout to 🌶️ anon, you are always just so sweet and kind and supportive and I think like you said, me going and doing something else brought new inspiration for that Carlos fic so, 💋 for you. And thank you to all my anons, with and without symbols, for showing me kindness and being patient with me and checking in on me. Whenever I get those messages it immediately calms my worries because I'm so glad that I have been able to create an environment where we feel comfortable checking on each other. 💖🩷 ANYWAY, happy reading! Hope you guys enjoy! Love you all!! 💖💛💖💛

Translations: Putain, ne me taquine pas.=Fuck, don't tease me; continue, chérie=keep going, darling; Ne pleurnichez pas.=Don't whine; Les yeux sur la putain de route.=Eyes on the fucking road; Regarde, pêches.=Look, peaches.

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"You look amazing, as always." These words come after your boyfriend gets out of the backseat of the car waiting for you two, politely waving away the driver so he can be the one to open the door for you. After getting in you dab on a bit more lipstick while you and the driver waited for Esteban to get in.

"Merci, mon amour." You give light greeting kisses to the sides of your boyfriends face and then a very light peck to his lips in an effort not to transfer any of your red lipstick.

"What was that!?" He sounded mock offended at the briefness of the kiss, obviously desiring something bit more than just a peck from his girlfriend.

"What? I didn't use the smudge proof one. It's a pain trying to get it off and the color of this one is brighter. I just don't want to get it on your lips." Your thumb swipes at his lips in order to remove the little bit of color that did transfer from the kiss you gave him a moment ago, a gesture to which he instinctively accepts.

"You know I don't care about getting your lipstick on me." He couldn't take his eyes off of you when you took out a compact to check your lipstick. He loved red on you, and you knew it. That's why you wore the dress and the lipstick. You wanted to drive him absolutely insane at the event you two were on your way to. Wanted to see how long it would take for him to crumble and take you to the nearest secluded place to fuck you senseless.

"You don't mind lipstick getting on certain places." You click the compact mirror closed and give Esteban a cheeky side eye as you put it back in your pearly silver clutch.

"What do you mean by that?" He leaned his elbow on the back of the limo seat, his hand pushing back your soft hair that fell out of its place. He then realized you got your hair done, silk press and mildly curled to create soft waves.

"Do I have to remind you of the times you asked me to put this on before sucking your dick?" The look you gave him was a grave contrast to the words you just said, innocent and adoring.

"Ah. Can you blame me though? Your pretty red lips wrapped around my cock, leaving smudges, it's a lovely sight." He was trying to play it cool as your hand slowly crawled up his thigh, but he could feel his pants getting tighter, more uncomfortable.

"Well, the venue is another 45 minutes. I could give you a little show…" Your hands found their way to the hem of his pants, slowly undoing his belt.

"But the driver…" You were already crawling down between Esteban's thighs and pushing down his pants to expose his underwear more by the time he voiced his concern.

"Just tell him to roll up the partition." You continue your task of releasing his hard dick from the confines of his underwear, leaving him to instruct the driver in French.

You couldn't lie. You loved his dick. It was long, which, even though Esteban was tall and skinny so it should be expected, surprised you every time you saw it. It curves toward his belly button slightly, and the mauve tip was already leaking in anticipation. You look up at him through your eyelashes, maintaining eye contact as you kiss the head of his cock and let just the tip into your mouth, popping it back out a moment later.

"Putain, ne me taquine pas." You flash a pretty smile up at him, knowing you already complete control over him. He would always revert to speaking French when filled with high emotion, or in this case, anticipating the feeling of your warm mouth around his hard cock. You decide to be nice and not tease him any longer, opening your mouth wide to take as much of him as you could at that moment in your mouth, reminding yourself to relax your jaw, hollow out your cheeks and breathe through your nose. You pull back after going just barely halfway down his dick, licking your way up it with a flat tongue to distribute spit and possibly make it easier to get him further into your mouth.

Esteban's view of you was unmatched. Your eyes would move between maintaining eye contact with him and an intense focus on his dick. Your full red lips were the perfect transition as he watched his dick disappear and reappear from your mouth, and sure enough there were faint red streaks of lipstick along portions of his cock. Your dress had hiked up due to your kneeling position being unfavorable for the fabric of the dress, so the bottom half of your ass was visible. Your hair was desperately out of place, the previous streamline look now slightly puffier, some portions obviously misplaced. Esteban tries to reach to fix it, but you signal for him to wait.

"I'm sweating so it fucked anyway. Leave it." You suck him back into your mouth, regaining the head bobbing pace you had moments before, and using a hand to get whatever wasn't fitting. Your tongue enjoyed the warmth and texture of his dick, and the pleasure you could see clouding his brain made you hornier by the second. You continued to try hard to get as much as you could of him in your mouth, gagging when the tip reaches the back of your throat, and trying to focus on your breathing to distract you from the sensation. But this didn't stop the excess spit from dripping down your chin and tears from producing, and in your pleasure and concentration, it completely slipped your mind that you opted for regular mascara instead of lashes that night, that was until your boyfriend wiped below your eye and showed you the running mascara.

"You're wearing mascara. What about the lashes you usually wear?" The sentence came out prolonged and shaky since him promoting conversation didn't stop you from sucking on him.

"I got a stye the last time, remember? So I decided to give them a break." You had taken him out of your mouth to answer but kept stroking him with your hands, using the lathered spit to make the action easier. Every bit of makeup on your face was smudged, but your innocent eyes looking up at him as you spoke so matter-of-factly brought him unbearably close to a climax he didn't know he was at.

"Oh. Oh-continue, chérie." You smile again, giggling at the response that you were getting from him, then going back to bobbing your head, mentally competing with yourself, seeing if you could get past your gag reflex to take him deeper. You were taken off guard when you felt the buck of Esteban's hip, succeeding in pressing more of his dick into your mouth, the abrupt action producing more tears from your eyes and for more lathered spit to bubble from your mouth. He fucks your face a couple more times, but when you couldn't take it anymore you remove your mouth and resort to your hands to give your jaw a rest. You were beautiful and messy, satisfied with the work you had done and your facial expressions showed it, and just this sight drove Esteban over the edge. He gave no warning for the spurts of cum that came shooting from his cock, landing on various places of your face and chest, with some of it ending up on your dress.

"Damn it! You got cum on my dress. I could figure out the hair situation but this…is there anything we can use to clean it up?" You sat back on your heels and examined the splotch, wondering how and if you were able to get it off before getting to the charity event both Alpine drivers were invited to attend. Esteban had his mind on other things though, pushing more of his pants down while you weren't paying attention.

"To be honest, Pêches, the last thing on my mind is this fucking event. Come here." He takes one of your hands that was tending to your dress and attempts to guide you up to his lap. You were hesitant at first, for what reason you had no idea because after seeing Esteban's lap, slender toned thighs and semi-hard dick dripping reminiscence of cum onto the bottom of his button up, you were quick to straddle his waist, you widened thighs finishing the job of bunching the bottom of your dress at your waist. You almost immediately start rolling your his into his, you covered pussy gliding over him, the wetness it produced soaking through and getting on his dick.

The scene of hips gyrating into each other was a drastic contrast to the scene of your two faces observing each other. You scanned down his face, sweat beading around his brows, cheeks flushed and tinged red, and his lips, which you take a moment longer to study, were redder and you could see faint teeth marks in the bottom one. Esteban was still enamored by the messy look of your makeup, accented by a small streak of cum on your left cheek that he goes to wipe away. Your eyes conveyed an extreme amount of love and lust, nonverbally telling him exactly how much you loved him and how horny he made you, and boy, was the feeling mutual.

Esteban leaned in for a kiss, tilting his head up slightly since you kneeling on the seat made you tower over him slightly. You place your hands on the sides of his face to finish bringing him in for the kiss, purposefully making it sloppy to ensure the red on your lips fully transferred to his. His hands made their obvious way to your ass, gripping each cheek with long slender fingers, riding along as you continued to grind on him.

"Where are we? Are we close to the venue?" You move from kissing his lips to down his neck, leaving lipstick stains wherever they went. Esteban briefly looks out the windows, then utters something to the driver that he has to repeat since the first time it was obstructed by the rolled up partition. "What did you say?" You were still rolling your hips, finding the sensation almost comforting now, and your lips were swollen from the incessant kissing.

"I told him to drive past and take us back home. I'll text Pierre later. He owes me for the last time, anyway. Bailed on me, probably for a similar reason." His right hand slid from your butt to your pelvis, and in one smooth motion pulled your underwear to the side and ran two long slender fingers through your folds, having to do little work himself as you continued to move your hips, now focused on the sensation that the presence of his fingers gave. He stops you though, moving his hands to your hips to stop your motions. "Lift up." You do as told, fully up on your knees, sternum at his nose, waiting for his next action. You let a shocked gasp fall from your lips when you feel two long, slender fingers ease into you slowly, sliding in effortlessly from how impossibly wet you were. He pulls them out fully and lifts them to his line of sight, and you watch as he separates the two appendages to show strings of arousal connecting them. "I make you this wet? Either that or you just really enjoy sucking dick." He licks the juices from his fingers and then slides them back into you, fucking into you slowly, waiting for your answer.

"Both. But only if it's your dick." You wanted to taste yourself on his lips, so you littered them with kisses. Kissing him like he was your only source of oxygen, just so you could taste yourself from his lips. You only stop when a calloused thumb is pressed onto you clit.

"Good answer." He keeps his fingers going, the "come hither" motion being made reaching spots that you could only dream of reaching with your own. Esteban could feel, and hear, that you were getting wetter by the second, the squelching noises being accompanied by the sticky slickness of your overflowing juices with each thrust of his fingers. The back of the limo had a pleasantly lewd scent of sex that swirled so wonderfully with the combined notes of woodsy vanilla from your perfume and his cologne. He was getting irritatingly hard again and this time the only feeling that could even remotely help is that of your soft warm walls wrapped around him.

"I fucking love your fingers, Daddy." You moan, moving your hips meeting the thrusts of his fingers and trying to increase the pressure on your clit yourself. But Esteban had other plans, and as you guys ventured closer to the venue, he removed his fingers and hastily grabbed his dick, rubbed the tip along your slit and stuck just that in before placing his hands on your hips to push you down onto it himself.

"Sounds like you like my dick more, pêches." This was in response to the guttural "Oh my gosh" you let out after having no choice but to bottom out on his dick.

"You're so fucking deep, I don't-" You move one of your hands from your boyfriend's shoulder to the rear window if the limo, not having to do any work yourself as Esteban guides you down onto his cock and then thrusts you back up with his hips. You were already overwhelmed with how he felt inside of you, stretching you, dragging in and out, hitting your cervix with each thrust that it took you a moment to register the riiippp from the fabric of your dress and the feeling of the damp air on your now exposed boobs. "What the fuck?"

"Ne pleurnichez pas. I'll buy you a new one." He was hypnotized by the sight of your bouncing tits in his face, your moans a background sound that immerses him further. That is until an abrupt stop of the limo causes him to unintentionally thrust deeper into you, making you scream and let out expletives as Esteban examines the situation. He quickly identified the problem: the partition was only rolled up halfway at that point, so from what he could guess, the driver was so distracted from watching your ass bounce on his cock that he almost hit the person in front of him. "Les yeux sur la putain de route." He instructed quick and angrily before motioning for him to roll up the partition again. "Are you okay?"

For Esteban, there were very few, if any, views of you that didn't turn him on immensely, and the one he had at the moment was no different. Your breasts in his face, your exhausted, pleasure filled face tilted downward, hair falling forward with your tilted head, just trying to catch your breath and recover from the unexpected feeling you just experienced. "Mhmm. Just a shock."

"Okay." He continues again slower, using the faces you were making as a gauge for when he could go back to the pace he was at. Somehow everything was timed perfectly, because by the time he reached his previous pace, or what seemed to be faster because now you were starting to chase your own orgasm, the limo had reached the outskirts of the event, still a good amount of people waiting to get a glimpse of whatever celebrity they are able to. "Regarde, pêches. Completely oblivious to you being fucked out of your mind in the back of this limo. Want to give them a show, huh? Want to show them how much of a needy little cock-hungry girl you are?" His threats were empty, knowing that the driver was going to take the next side street to take you guys back home, but he wanted to hear you beg.

"Nooo…I wanna go home." You could only think about how good Esteban's dick made you feel, and how much better it would be in the comforts of your own home. More room available. Less inhibition. Free to get off however you pleased.

"Don't worry, Daddy will get you home." You nod at him, but continue to nod as your brain shuts out everything except the feeling of Esteban's cock reaching the deepest parts of your pussy and your own fingers strategically rubbing your clit. You just wanted to cum. Well, more like needed to cum, as you've been so unbearably horny since you saw Esteban dressed in his tux before you two even left the house. "But…" He uses one large hand to stop your little fingers from working your clit while he reversed his hips to fully retract himself from you, hard wer dick, covered in your juices, bobbing close to his stomach. "You have to wait to cum. Until we get home. Then I'll make you cum as many times as you want." He guides you off of his lap, pulls his own pants and underwear back up, and then removes his jacket to give to you, which you take after attempting to cover your chest with the ripped fabric of your silky red dress.

"You're an asshole, you know that." You mope in your seat as the driver continues back to your place, the surroundings becoming familiar again as you watch out the window.

"Say what you want, you'll pay when we get home." He reaches for your hand and gives it a brief kiss, his aura sweet, but his threatening promise still looking over you. You continue to avoid eye contact, but he knew that it was all a facade. You just enjoyed acting like a little brat when you guys fuck because you knew it irritated him in a way that made him want to fuck you harder just to shut you up. So, it was even less of a surprise when your other hand reached around to aid in ripping his button up open, buttons flying everywhere.

"I just had to make it fair. I couldn't be the only one with ripped clothing." You turned to look out the window again, your boyfriend's previous promise echoing in your head. As you neared home you made little annoying complaints here and there, because one thing about Esteban is that he always kept his promises.

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safetycar-restart · 6 months

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KINKTOBER DAY 26: RESTRAINTS [ESTEBAN OCON X READER]

NOTE: This is an NSFW fic with sub!Esteban and dom!reader. If you are under 18 or uninterested, scroll past. Alternatively, if you like what you see here then consider checking out my blog :))

This work forms part of a kinktober series where I discuss a different kinky concept with a different motorsports athlete every day. We also discuss the concepts in more detail on my blog so if you have any thoughts, feel free to stop by!

It should come as a surprise to absolutely no one that Esteban is the sweetest little sub in the world. Truly the best boy! He LOVES being good for you, always looking for ways to serve you and make you happy.

And he's so giggly in scenes? Cause he just... he's so happy! He's being your good boy! Of course he's gonna be all giggly and smiley.

There is, however, one issue.

He's wriggly.

He tries SO hard to stay still, but he can't! He feels so good and he can't help the way he wriggles and moves around when you touch him, but it can get in the way of scenes. Like when you're trying to overestimate him but he cant stop his legs from shaking and moving.

The solution to this is restraints.

At first he's uncertain about it, and he actually thinks he's not good enough? He knows he's not supposed to be moving around as much as he is, and he can't help but think that you're disappointed in him and that the restraints are some sort of punishment.

But that couldnt be further from the truth.

You can see how hard he's trying to keep still, and you arent upset with him that he can't. You know it's not something he can control, and you can see that it's actually something that's distracting him. You want him to focus on what you're doing to him, on how he feels, on being present in the moment with you but he can't do that when all he's thinking about is trying to stay still.

Which is why you want to try restraints, because esteban won't have to think about staying still anymore. He'll have the restraints keeping him exactly where you want him and he can just focus on being a good boy for you.

When you say that, he's suddenly very interested. He can't deny that the thought of not having to worry about anything besides being good for you is very nice.

The first thing that you try is a spreader bar, keeping his ankles apart and then tying his ankles to each side of the bed too, so that he can't move his legs.

You take a moment to make sure he's comfortable, and he actually loves it? It's so easy to clear his head and relax back against the bed when he has absolutely nothing to worry about.

And it's so much easier for you to play with him like that, now that he can't get away from you at all.

Needless to say, restraints become a common element in scenes.

#kinktober tag #sub!esteban #eo #nsfw.#gn!reader #esteban ocon #esteban ocon x reader #esteban ocon imagine #esteban ocon smut #esteban ocon x you #f1 x you #f1 imagines #f1 smut #f1 x reader #f1 imagine

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whorekneecentral · 8 months

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hi anj I hope ur having a good day :) maybe 42: edging with a very jealous estie bestie??

okay pur, hope you're having a good day too bestie!

mick was his best friend but oh how he hated him in this moment. it was just supposed to be the two of you but you insisted on inviting mick, telling esteban that he could use the break.

so there you guys were, you, esteban, mick and the friend he brought along. you were all having dinner together and you and mick were all giggly, laughing as he told you coming.

while esteban usually didn't mind you giggling with his bestie, he wasn;t in the mood for it. he smiles at you, pretending to be fine before you two say goodnight, you returned to the bedroom with your boyfriend.

esteban was playing the role of the dotting boyfriend, loving on you until you two end up in bed, hands all over each other, clothes on the floor in a pile.

"fuck-" you cut yourself off with a gasp, your hand wrapped around his as he curls his fingers. just as you were about to cum, esteban stops.

you look at him, a little confused. "wha- why'd you do that?"

"oh were you about to.. sorry baby, I'm sorry." he gives you a kiss, pulling you to the edge of the bed by your legs.

you find it bit weird that esteban didn't know you were about to cum, if he's one thing, he's in sync with you and knew your body like the back of his hand.

“please.” your hand reaches down to wrap on his wrist but he swats your hand away, managing to pull both to rest on your stomach and his free hand over your hands, pinning them to your stomach.

you try to wiggle your hands away from him, trying to grab on something. “behave.” he tells you, adding another finger.

your face twists, pleasure all across it and our hands stop wiggling, esteban smiles, satisfied.

he can feel it; he knows you’re close, you’re squeezing on his fingers, your thighs trying to close, trying to squirm away from the pleasure.

so he stops.

you sit up a bit, looking at your boyfriend confused. your brows furrow, a slight pout on your lips, “esteban,” you whine. "why'd you do that?

he shrugs, “that's what you get for flirting with mick.” his fingers in his mouth, one by one, sucking them clean.

#this ones for cay lmao #esteban ocon #esteban ocon smut #esteban ocon x reader

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silversainz · 10 months

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Can you do prompt 5 “always know how to take care of me, little girl.” With Esteban ocon please ?

# warnings — dom!esteban, sub!reader, sir kink, degradation, humiliation, oral, (male receiving)

You looked so pretty in his eyes down on your knees, tears staining your cheeks, and mouth filled with his cock.

“You’re so gorgeous” you gaged feeling the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat as he pushed the back of your head down even more.

“Just imagine if somebody were to walk in here and see you on your knees for me” you moaned legs clenching together at the possibility of someone walking in, Esteban chuckled seeing the way his words affected you. He landed a soft slap to your cheek, groaning as he felt you hollow your cheeks around him.

“You’d like that huh, seeing you like a mess” he harshly gripped onto your hair pulling you off his cock, a sting of saliva falling down your chin onto your bare chest. His cock twitched in his hand seeing the mess you’d made from just his cock alone.

“Look at you,” he gripped onto your jawline, “a fucking mess” in a halt he picked you up, a yelp leaving your lips as he had you up against the wall one hand grabbing onto your hip as the other wrapped around your neck.

“Sir please” you begged legs going weak and cunt burning in desperation, “need you, please” he grunted at the sir falling off your lips so smoothly.

He lined his cock up with your wet folds slowly teasing you by pushing his tip in and out. You whined more tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, hands scratching down his back.

“Fuck baby, always know how to take care of me, huh little girl” your eyes rolled back as he pushed his cock all the way in your tight cunt, “letting me use you however i need, and want.” Your mouth fell open in silent moans as his dick hit your walls so perfectly.

“My perfect little girl”

#esteban ocon #esteban ocon x you #esteban ocon x reader #esteban ocon smut #Esteban ocon Drabble #f1 drabbles

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norizz-nation · 8 months

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Gonna write smuts abt f1 drivers. Give me some ideas. Lots of luv. 🧡

#charles leclerc smut #daniel ricciardo smut #carlos sainz smut #george russell smut #lando norris smut #esteban ocon smut #oscar piastri smut #max verstappen smut #pierre gasly smut #f1 smut

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2-fast-2-curious · 11 months

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I'd die for a M4F soft audio for the French F1 driver Esteban Ocon 💕 He sounds so sweet. Maybe just a sleep aid, maybe some gentle lovemaking or oral? 👀

I realized I didn't schedule an audio for today so here you go

This one is kind of quiet so turn the volume up

[M4F] Your Partner Loves Your Bikini Body

[Script Fill][Body Appreciation] [Curvy] [BFE/GFE] [Established Relationship] [Body Positivity] [Body Worship] [Breast Play] [Breast Sucking] [Ass Worship] [Cunnilingus] [Tan Lines] [Kissing] [No Orgasms] [Check-ins] [Anorgasmia Friendly] [French Accent]

Creator Reddit: u/machine_throwaway

Read this before sending an audio request

#esteban ocon #christine recommends audios #smut #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 smut #f1 smut #formula 1 x you #f1 imagines #audios #soundgasm #esteban ocon x reader #esteban ocon smut #f1blr #f1 x you #alpine f1

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libraryofloveletters · 2 years

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Not That Serious

Esteban Ocon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: lil bit of flirting, mentions of causal hookups/sex, little bit of reader x Carlos, Carlos and reader being drunk besties, some monetarily dirty dancing, mentions of throwing up, jealous!Esteban, one degrading comment from Esteban’s end, an argument, miscommunication, alcohol and the consumption of, soft!Esteban, some teasing and confessions of love.

Word Count: 3.8k

Author’s Note: this one sorta ran from me lmao but hopefully it makes sense // happy race day!! sending good vibes to the ferrari boys, este bestie, prince mick and lewis <33 (can you tell who my babies are? even tho I love all of them)

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His eyes followed you as you sat in the chair with one leg crossed over the other, fixing the badge that hung around your neck before looking up at the stage.

Esteban winked before flashing a smile, the gesture directed towards you and he caught the bright blue badge that stuck out from your white top; Sky Sports.

You and Esteban were.. friends? Lovers? Definitely not dating.

It started during the off season; replying something sarcastic to the driver’s story which spiralled into you two chatting everyday, then exchanging phone numbers and that turned into FaceTime dates until you were actually able to hang out.

It was casual, two people enjoying each other's company without the pressure of a relationship. You had all the benefits; stealing his hoodies, cuddling on the couch, tucking your cold feet under him and best of all, no strings attached sex.

You were at the races a few times a year, rotating with the junior reporters so they had a chance to experience the magic of formula one because you remember what it was like to be in their place. The few times you were there, Esteban went out of his way to be near you; whether it’s throwing flirty glances at you during press conferences, much like he's doing right now or his lingering touches when he goes out of his way to hug you hello; his hand resting a little lower than acceptable.

The little arrangement was a secret. Not a single soul knew how the two of you knew each other like the back of your hand and you'd both like to keep it that way.

Never mix business with pleasure.

Also because you'd both be in serious trouble if anyone found out - more you than him but still, all the more reason to keep things quiet.

You were accompanying your colleague to the press conference, letting her take the lead for this one as you'd be at the pit lane tomorrow.

You watched as the reporters took turns asking questions to the drivers, moving down the lineup until they reached Esteban. The usual questions; how are you feeling for tomorrow, what can you change to improve, do you think you’ll win, etc.

Esteban answers the last question, his eyes shifting to you as he does. “I think luck’s on my side this weekend.” He smiles at the reporter before the F1 rep announces that’s all for the day and lets the drivers head out.

He’s at the opposite end of the stage so he takes a while to get off, the rest of the guys taking their sweet time. Once again, he smiles at you before stepping off, one last glance before heading out of the room.

The action didn’t go unnoticed.

“Why’d he look at you like that?” Your colleague asks you and you look up at her from your seat.

“What ?”

“Esteban’s been smiling at you since you walked into the room. What’s going on ?”

“Literally nothing,” you chuckled, standing up. “I've only met him a few times during interviews. Maybe he's just a friendly guy.” you lie; well not totally, Esteban was a friendly guy.

“Hm.” She gives you a questioning look before walking off with the camera man.

You take a moment to text the man in question.

To Esteban: No more glances and smiles, people are noticing

From Esteban: Let them.

To Esteban: You like trouble, don't you?

From Esteban: Only when it’s from you :)

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The Hungarian Grand Prix winners made their way through the line of press before the podium, smiles and congratulations flowing like water among the sea of people. Lewis was at the end of the line, finishing up his final interview while you were finishing up with Carlos, Esteban on his way over to you.

“How do you plan on celebrating your win?” You asked the man across from you, a smile on his face at the mention of his win.

“Perhaps with a dance from you.” Carlos jokes, laughing. “Probably going out with some friends.” The driver changed his answer.

“Well, I hope you have fun. Congratulations again!” you smiled at him as he handed you the mic, giving you a smile and a nod before moving on.

It takes a few minutes to shuffle the drivers around, Esteban now in front of you. “Hi y/n,” he hums, eyes glued to you like you were the most fascinating person on the planet.

“Hi Esteban.” you say, turning your attention back to the cameraman before starting the interview.

The bubbly personality appears out of thin air; Esteban remembers why he adores you so much at that moment. “Congratulations on your big win! Grand Prix winner, how does it feel?” You ask him, all smiles and his cheeks flushed a little red from all of the attention.

“It’s amazing, surreal almost.” he laughs.

You tease the man, quoting his answer from the press conference.”Did that luck pay off?”

Esteban nods, looking you up and down for a moment. Couldn’t help but notice how your blue dress matched the shade of his racing suit perfectly. “I’d like to think it did. I couldn't have done it without the support and help from the crew and team, of course the fans too. This is a huge win for all of us, not just myself.”

“We all see how hard you've been pushing. The win was well deserved. Any plans to celebrate the big win?”

“I’m sure my answer is identical to the other guys,” he chuckles, “but heading out with a few friends.”

You hum, smiling at the man. You really wanted to just reach over and give him. kiss, congratulating him on his win but you kept replaying your words; don't mix business with pleasure.

“Congratulations for what feels like the millionth time tonight,” you laugh, “thank you, y/n.” he smiles.

You hear the beep from the camera when Esteban hands the mic back over to you, his fingers grazing over yours. “Have fun tonight,” you call to him as he turns to walk off.

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The interviews wrapped up around 6:30 which gave you more than enough time to come back to your room and relax before having to head out again. Carlos wasn't joking when he said he wanted to celebrate with you, texting you afterwards to invite you out with him and a few friends.

You hadn't heard from Esteban so you took up Carlos on his offer and he let you know that he'd swing by around 9 to get you. It was a little after 8 now, you sat at the vanity in your hotel room, doing your makeup. The robe was wrapped loosely around your body, your curls pinned up as you blended out the concealer.

There's a knock on your door and you glance over your shoulder to see the clock; 8:15.

He’s early.

Not bothering to check who it was, you pull the door open. “You’re early- Esteban ?” you look at the man in shock, not expecting him. Pulling him by his arm into the room before you shut the door and walk back to the vanity.

Esteban follows you further into the room. “Expecting someone else?” His brow raises, sitting on your bed.

"Yeah, actually.” You had picked up where you left off with your makeup. “And that’s how you open the door for company ?” Esteban questions you.

While the French man was a big softie, he was also extremely jealous when it came to you. He thinks you don’t pick up on it but he isn't as slick as he thinks he is.

“Problem with my outfit ?” You turn to face the man, gesturing to the loosely tied robe clinging to your body. Esteban’s eyes rake over your body, drinking in every last inch of you. The man shook his head, reaching the tv remote on your bed and you turned around to finish your makeup.

“I thought you’d be celebrating my win with me.” He says into the silence.

“Thought you were going out with friends.” you call back, brushing over your face with the powder brush.

Esteban rolls his eyes at your quote, knowing that you were just being petty about it. He goes to speak but you beat him to it; “You didn’t ask me.”

“It was assumed.” He sits up straight, looking over at you.

“You know the saying; when you assume, you make an ass out of me and you.”

“Would you like to come celebrate with me, y/n?” He asks you nicely.

You hum, acting like you were thinking. You wanted to, you really did but he just assumed you would join him and you weren't dating; you didn’t have to stick to him all the time. Carlos went out of his way to ask you, offering to come get you too.

So you simply say; “can't, have other plans.”

Esteban stands, walking over to you. “With who?”

“Carlos,” your eyes meet his in the mirror.

Esteban is quiet, not an expression on his face. Instead, he makes himself busy taking the pins out of your hair. He has seen you do your makeup and hair a million times over, sometimes on FaceTime or in person when he finds his way to your house on his off days. He could gauge that you're almost done when you were putting on your mascara so he figured he’d help you out; wouldn’t want you to miss your date with Carlos because you weren't done.

The red lipstick swipes across your lips, leaving behind the colour. Esteban brushed your hair over your shoulder, kissing along your jaw and down your neck. His fingers ran up your arm, brushing the robe off of your shoulders to expose the bare skin underneath.

The man leans, resting his chin on your shoulder and once again, your eyes meet his in the mirror.

You couldn’t help but notice how good the two of you look together; how your skin tones complimented each other or how his arms wrapped around you, holding you perfectly against him.

“Have fun with Carlos, hm?” he kisses your cheek before walking away. Before you could really wrap your head around what was happening, the door had slammed shut.

You get up, walking out the door only to find the hallway empty. There's a slight frown playing on your lips when you walk back in. Part of you wanted to call Esteban and tell him to come back, just let the two of you spend the rest of the night wrapped up in the sheets together but your phone buzzed, pulling your focus away from that thought.

From Carlos: be by in 10. You ready ?

To Carlos: yup, swing by whenever.

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Carlos had come by to pick you up, the two of you arriving at the club a little after everyone else. It was you, Carlos, Charles and Charlotte as well as a few other friends of theirs. Everyone’s having a good time, celebrating the success of the weekend and the race. The drinks are being passed around and the group disappears chunk by chunk, some going to dance and the others head to the bar.

You were sitting beside Carlos, his arm over your shoulder as he and Charles shouted over the music about something race related.

On the other side, you and Charlotte were chatting about what it was like dating a racer, she joked that she might be seeing you around a lot more based on the way Carlos was with you.

You could feel the eyes on you, the feeling of something burning into you almost. Glancing over your shoulder, you look around the club only to spot Esteban looking at you, uninterested in whatever it was that the person next to him was shouting about.

Carlos unwraps his arm from about you, grabbing your hand and pulling you up. “Dance with me!” he shouts over the thumping bass.

“I don't really dance!” you shout back to the Spaniard. He shrugs, “me either!”And with that, he pulls you towards the dance floor.

The club was beyond crowded, the two of you pressed you against each other, his hands on your lower back, sliding down a little further every other minute until it rests on your ass.

You don’t mind, it’s harmless at this point.

You were both unattached, just two friends enjoying each other's company. As the night goes on, the drinks multiply and the dancing gets dirtier; Carlos’ hands on your ass, a leg pressed between your thighs and your chest against his.

The thought of Esteban slipped your mind as the night went on, the main focus was that you were having fun.

At some point, the two of you found your way back to the booth. Carlos sat beside you, pulling you into his side as the two of you stopped to rest your tired feet. Carlos handed you a glass, water, you realize when you take a sip. The clear liquid misses your mouth by a few inches and spills on your dress, soaking the top of it.

While you weren't sober, you were well past tipsy but not totally drunk so you had an idea of what was happening. The fact that your dress was now wet wasn't oblivious to you.

Carlos glances in your direction, even so slyly looking down at your chest. He looks away; it’s rude to stare.

He manages to get his button up off, leaving him in his t-shirt before handing it over to you, letting you cover up the now see through material.

“Ready to go?” He shouts over the music, it was well in the early mornings; 2, maybe 3 am you think.

You nodded, standing but ending up back on your ass. Carlos smiles, his hand reaching for yours as he helps you up, your arm wrapping around his as the two you make your way outside.

Once again, you can feel someone looking at you. Not just as a passing glance, as if they wanted you to know they could see you. You looked back before stepping out but you couldn't see anyone. You hadn’t seen Esteban for the last 2 hours, not that you were looking but you thought he had left.

The ride back to the hotel was a bit of a blur, trying not to call asleep in the back of the Uber. Carlos’ warm hand rubbing on your thigh was the only thing keeping you awake. You two manage to make it up to your hotel room without anyone falling over or throwing up which was a win considering how much you two drank tonight.

Carlos was standing right behind you, his hand on your hip as you tried to get the key card into the slot. You figured it out after a minute, the two of you walking in before you make a beeline straight to the bed. The man lays beside you, the two of you looking like you just collapsed there, which you did.

You look over at the man. “I had a good time.”

“Me too. Thank you for coming.” He smiles.

“Thanks for inviting me.” You scoot a little further up the bed, your legs still hanging off the bed.

You both lay in silence for a few minutes, almost falling asleep when Carlos pulls himself up. He reaches down to pull the shoes off your feet, you let a satisfied hum slip past your lips, thankful for the gesture. You pull yourself up too, sitting crossed cross on the bed when you go to pull the button up off but Carlos stops you.

“Keep it.” He hums, his hand cupping your cheek before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Sleep well, cariño.” And with that, he heads out with the promise of brunch when you two sober up at some point.

You were laying on the bed, sinking into the mattress when there's a knock on the door. “Hold on!” you think you shout when you attempt to get up.

You start talking before you open the door, “did you forget something- oh hi.” you stop, looking up at the tall man at your door. He lets himself in, shutting the door behind him. Esteban’s hand is wrapped around your wrist, pulling you back to the bed.

“Why are you here?” you scoot onto the bed, falling back onto the soft white sheets. He’s quiet, sitting on the edge of the bed. You wait for him to speak up but there's nothing but silence and tension in the air. You nudge the French man with your foot and again, no response.

This time, you sit up and rest your hand on his back. “Esteban, I won’t beg you to talk to me, you know that.” You sigh, sort of giving him a little push.

The man looks in your direction, his eyes dark from the lack of sleep and the liquor that had been flowing all night. Finally he opens his mouth; “First you go out with another man when you should’ve been with me, celebrating my win like we planned but instead you act like a whore and come home wearing his clothes ?”

The words that left his mouth shocked you. Never had you heard Esteban speak to anyone in such a harsh way let alone to you. You turn and look at him.

“His name is Carlos, in case you forgot.”

Not exactly the right choice of words for this particular situation but you thought it was hilarious.

Esteban was drunk, not as drunk as you but drunk nonetheless less; you could smell it on him for the moment he walked into the room. You knew he wasn’t thinking straight but that gave him no right to talk to you the way he did.

“Carlos and I are friends, untwist your panties and shut up now.” You groan, all the thinking and talking makes your drunk mind hurt.

Esteban says nothing, instead pulling you towards him when he begins taking the blue button up off of you, tossing it somewhere in the room.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, looking directly at the man. “Can't handle the fact that I’m not yours?” You taunt the man. Esteban ignores you, getting up to get your makeup remover and some cotton pads, along with a hair brush.

He brushes your hair, section by section to make sure you won’t wake up with knots. Moving onto your makeup, he soaked the cotton pad before rubbing it gently across your face, repeating the process a few times until your face was clean. Esteban went as far as to get a little towel wet with warm water and wipe your face off to make sure it was all off. He came back to rub some of your face cream on your face before unbuttoning his own shirt.

You stared at the man in confusion; was this the same man who just spoke such harsh words to you that was now taking care of you the way you deserved to be treated ?

He grabs you by the waist, standing you up before sliding your arms through the shirt. He manages to get your dress down and you sit on the bed as he buttons it up.

You both move in silence; you move back onto the mattress as he puts your stuff away.

He came back and pressed a kiss to your head. “I’m sorry.” He whispers, pulling the comforter over your body. He was about to walk off when you grabbed his hand, pulling his focus back to you.

The look on your face was enough to know that you didn’t want him to leave, quietly asking him to stay with you.

Esteban gets on the bed with you, scooting you over so you’re not on the edge of the bed. You two lay beside each other in the silence, the only sound coming from the air conditioning that was running. Quietly, you shift closer to him and rest your head on his chest.

He's quiet but he looks down at you, brushing your hair out of your face. “I’m sorry. I shouldn't have spoken to you like that. I was.. upset.”

Your fingers trailing up and down his torso. “No, you shouldn't have.”

Esteban paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts. “I wanted you out there with me tonight. I assumed you’d be coming with me so I didn’t ask you. I know you have other friends but it really irritated me to see you with him like that.”

“Like what?” you look up at him.

“You know.. close; like how you are with me.”

You can help but laugh, shaking your head. “Carlos and I are nowhere near whatever you and I are. He’s fun and sweet but both of us know it's not going further than a dance and a few drinks.”

And back to the silence it is. Esteban looks down at you, noticing the way you fit perfectly against his side, your fingers absentmindedly drumming along his torso or how you’ve tossed your leg over his.

His hand reaches for your face, pulling your chin slightly so you’re looking at him. “I’m sorry.” He says.

“I am too.”

“You have nothing to apologize for.” His hand cups your cheek, thumb brushing along the warm skin.

“I wanted to be there with you tonight, I was just-” “So was I.” He cut you off.

You sit up, climbing onto the man’s lap. Esteban’s hands find your waist instantly, pulling you a little closer and in the process of doing that, you accidentally grind on him just a little. “Chérie, what’re you doing?”

“Celebrating.” you mumble, face already buried in his neck, peppering kisses along his jaw and down his neck.

Esteban pulls you back up, a goofy grin on his face; a result of the sudden affection and the booze from earlier. “We have all the time in the world to celebrate. We’re both too tired for this.”

He was right; you were both running a few hours of sleep and a lot of shots so the need for sleep trumps how much you both wanted to have celebratory sex.

You flop down on the man, sort of koala hugging him as he rubs up and down your back softly.

“I love you.” He whispers into the darkness.

You hum, “I love you.”

Guess it was serious after all.

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tagging: @halsteadssneakylink cause she's been getting sneaky peeks all week + @oneafterdark because we both loveeeee estie bestie

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writingshushf1 · 1 year

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More drivers - Masterlist

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You'll be the saddest part of me

First Burn ; Charles Leclerc - 🥀

Don't think I don't see how they fall for your charms, all of your charms!

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lorarri · 27 days

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★ . . . ESTEBAN OCON

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f1smutwriter · 1 month

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Poly Driver Masterlist

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lxndonorris · 1 year

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no shaving - Esteban Ocon

Y/N x Esteban Ocon Theme: Smutish (teasing, touching, not too explicit) loving Estebans stubble, you hide his razor so he can't shave x gif by @princemick word count: 1080+

During the winter break your boyfriend Esteban kept his beard growing slightly, just enough to wear a light stubble. However, right before the first race of the season, he shaved it off, for whatever reason. Luckily, it's growing back rather quickly, and this time, you won't let it happen just yet. That's why you hid his shaving utensils, both of his razors and some cream, right underneath the bed. Now, you're lying on top of the bed, wearing one of Esteban's hoodies and shorts, browsing your phone, when you can hear Esteban looking for his stuff all over the bathroom.

Pressing your lips together to hide a smile, you lift your face just enough to see him enter the room. He's wearing a white shirt, black track pants, white socks, and his hair is messy yet beautiful. Obviously, he's rocking that light stubble, looking even more handsome than usual. Esteban looks at you for just a second, before continuing his search in this room. You watch him open the closets, nightstands, and some of his suitcases before he lets out a long sigh. "What's wrong?" You say innocently, and he instantly turns around.

"Oh, uh, looking for my razors." He says, running a hand through his messy hair, the back of his head, and right through his scruffy beard, scratching himself gently. "Oh." You say, trying your best to not act suspicious. "I looked everywhere." He says, steadying both of his hands on his hips, with his eyes looking through the room again, in case he might have missed it. Esteban grimaces, one hand now back at his neck, stroking himself tenderly. "I don't wanna go to the store." He pouts, and you put your phone down.

"I mean, you don't have to shave." You shrug, catching his attention. "Mhmm." He eyes you curiously, taking a few steps closer to the bed. "You wouldn't know where my stuff is, would you?" Esteban says, raising an eyebrow, while still stroking his neck. He knows that you love his beard, after all, you told him that a million times during the break, which initially lead him to keep a light stubble. "No." You say, avoiding his eyes for just a second, the pressure getting more and more unbearable. He must know something by now, but you are not that easy to break. As soon as you meet his gaze again, he tilts his head taking another step forward.

"Of course not." He then shrugs, and you know, he's up to something. You bite your lower lip now, trying so hard to keep a serious expression as you watch him walk around the bed, and right up to you. Esteban is now towering over you, looking down, while you prepare yourself for what's to come next. "Are you telling me, or do I need to make you tell me." He growls, his whole body stiffer than usual. The sound of his voice already sends shivers down your spine, with him wearing tight pants, a shirt flattering his well-formed body, and a sly smirk making it even harder for you to not give in.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You chuckle softly, shaking your head in denial. He takes a deep breath and strokes the bridge of his nose. "So, you make me do it." Esteban exhales, turns back to you, and in an instant, he bends down, tickling you. "No, Este." You protest, and at first, you manage to hold him off quite confidently, but he won't let it go that easily. "Look what you make me do." He growls playfully, gets on top of the bed, and overpowers you. "STOP." You giggle uncontrollably, desperately trying to get him off of you, while you feel his hands, his fingers dancing all over your skin. To make matters worse, he even slides underneath your hoodie, tickling you even more.

"Will you tell me now?" He smirks, as you just laugh. "OKAY. Okay. I tell ya." You breathe deeply, and he stops for a moment, waiting for you to stop laughing. For a few more moments, you lie there, breathing deeply, while Esteban kneels on the bed, his body pinning yours down. You turn your head to meet his gaze once again, a sly, satisfied grin forming on his lips before he raises both of his eyebrows. "So? Where is it?" He breathes deeply as well, his voice huskier than before. "Okay." Defeated, you pout. "Under the bed." He licks his lips in satisfaction, bends down, and kisses you, once, then twice.

You embrace his lips on yours, especially enjoying your skin-tingling due to his stubble. "Este." You breathe right into his mouth and steady yourself against his firm chest, feeling his body through the fabric of his shirt. He separates himself just enough for you to still feel his mouth on yours, and just then, you notice the faint scent of his cologne swirling around your nose. "Please don't shave, yet." You say, running a hand across his chest, further up to his neck, letting the tips of your fingers wander through his scruffy beard, causing him to purr contently.

"You like it that much, do you?" He growls softly, closing his eyes for a second while you keep on stroking his neck gently. "Yeah." You pout once again. "Just for a few more days." Leaning in, you kiss him softly, your lips barely brushing over his. "Y/N." He breathes deeply, opens his eyes, and melts into your gentle touch. For a moment, both of you kiss each other, before you feel him using his tongue to slowly spread his delicious taste all over your mouth. At the same time, you run a hand across his chest, feeling all of his muscles tense harder and harder, pressing against the shirt. Esteban returns the favor by doing the same, one hand on the bed, the other casually sliding under your hoodie again, stroking you lovingly.

Then, he removes himself again, your faces now just inches apart. "I think I can do that." He says, tilting his head again. A smile spreads across your face quickly. "Thank you, Este." You say, running a hand through his beard again, just like before, this causes him to purr lightly. He drops to the bed right beside you, and you turn to meet his gaze. Instantly, he lifts his arm, an open invitation for you to come closer. You move toward him, and he lowers his arm, pulling you into a warm hug, cuddling.

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