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paddockbunny · 2 years

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Hello, can i request something for mick? #7 and #9 from the nsfw list? 🔥

"I need you out of these stupid breeches"

Summary : Seeing you in a pair of riding breeches on his family's ranch has Mick all hot and bothered. Rating : 18+ Pairing : Mick Schumacher x Reader Word Count : 1,100 Warnings : NSFW, adult material, 18+, language, PinV sex, unprotected sex, choking kink, graphic descriptions. 💞 Author's Note: if anyone can find a gif of Mick riding or what not please send it to me and I'll love you forever!!!

"What are you doing?” You’re amused by his actions but totally not surprised “can’t you wait?” Your voice lowered as his mouth dipped down to your neck and it brought out a gentle moan from you.

It didn’t surprise you when your always horny boyfriend grabbed your hand and grazed it over his crotch. He was giving you the evidence that he in fact couldn’t wait and he was already rock hard for you

“I need you out of these stupid breeches…” he groaned and with one swift, quick glance toward the barn doors he used that same hand to pull you into a free, horseless stable.

“Mick….someone could walk in. Gina. Your mother.” You tried to protest but it was futile because his hands were already on your ass. Grabbing and needing it with his large palms and he knew you enjoyed that too much to stop him.

Against your better judgment you decided to just go for it. Mick’s mouth found the sweet spot on your neck and as he gently sucked, he had pornographic sighs free flowing from your parted lips and all caution was flung with the wind

He pushed you against the cold wooden stable walls and when he ground his crotch against your ass you knew he REALLY couldn’t wait. You gasped his name as his hands made quick work of your breeches as in no time they were around your knees while he groaned at the sight of your perfectly round, peachy ass greeted him.

“Scheiße….” You heard him moan before suddenly (with an unexpected thwack and even more surprising sting) his big, strong, beautiful hand collided with the butt that was on full display to him.

“Mick!!!” You yelped while you instinctively lunged forward to brace yourself against the wall before you toppled over. At the sight of you he let out a short, confident exhale that bordered on smugness. Everyone always thought he was so innocent but Mick was a closet freak. He was so kinky and loved to keep things spicy and hot when it came to sex.

Your thoughts all suddenly seemed to flee your brain as Mick’s hand splayed flat against your back and pushed you over so you were angled just right for him.

Anticipation bubbled inside of you as you grew desperate for him. But he didn’t keep you waiting long because seconds later you felt him run the tip of his throbbing cock up and down your glistening wet folds, collecting just enough of your juices to cover himself before he lined up with your entrance.

Seconds later Mick plunged in and a deep groan thundered out of him. You bit your lip at the feeling of his cock buried inside you, filling you up, straight up to the hilt. And because he always lavishes you with praise, you knew how good it must have felt for him to have your walls tight around him.

As your brain struggled to regain your thoughts, Mick started moving. He gave you no time to adjust to him and he started thrusting into you with long, powerful strokes. Your eyes squeezed shut and mouth fell open. You couldn’t stay quiet even if you tried. Pants, moans and sighs came flowing out of you as Mick started fucking you like his life depended on it.

The sound of his skin hitting yours was mixed with pants, sighs and muffled moans of pleasure.

Your hands desperately tried to find something to hold on too as he continued his rapid, strong motions. And the action was picked up by Mick. And as if he was a mind reader, he reached around and pulled you flush to his body, his cock hitting the spot inside you that he always found with ease.

He wasted no time and asked what you wanted immediately. He liked hearing you beg for him.

“Choke me….” You could barely get the words out “please…” his hand was hovering and all he needed was to apply a little pressure.

“I didn’t hear you?” His dark accent thick voice, send tingles all over your body.

“Please, Daddy…..choke me!”

And finally Mick’s hand closed snuggly around your throat and slowly cut off a little of your air supply and the feeling it gave you spread all over you body. Something that Mick knew very well and so squeezed tighter.

His open mouth was right beside your ear and every little grunt he made flowed straight into your ear and straight down between your legs, where Mick had picked up the pace and was now mercilessly railing you.

His strokes became frantic and frenzied and you knew he was close. Your hips instinctively pushed backwards, just so you could get the extra little hit from him in such a sweet angle that would tip you over into blissful orgasm land yourself.

The chase for both of your climaxes came thick and fast and with one last powerful thrust, Mick finished inside of you. He came loudly and hard and gripped hold of you for dear life. Filling you up with every last drop of his milky seed. He sounded soo delicious when he came.

The tingling, full feeling was there but it wasn’t quite enough to have pushed you over the edge. And when Mick finally pulled out, you knew he wouldn’t be satisfied that you hadn’t orgasmed yet so waited on him to ask for confirmation.

“Did you…” and you already shook your head. “Good.” He states while a smug look crept upon his face and he pulled his jeans back up and readjusted himself. The cockiness was radiating from him.

“Let's hurry back…” You were already pulling your breeches back up. “If we have time we can fuck in the shower. I know how you like the showerhead on your…” You giggled as you covered his mouth with your hand but there was no reason to stop him from being so dirty, not after you two had just fucked in his families horse stables after a ride.

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lickmeleclerc · 2 years

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Hi so idk if you write for mick but Father’s Day is hard for so many people and I’ve been thinking

Childhood sweethearts so you have a massive understanding of how he feels on fathersday and exactly how proud his dad would be of him. You have a really difficult relationship with your dad and cut ties. Just supporting eachother and comforting him after frustrating results this weekend on Father’s Day and how you celebrate it the two of you but maybe also finding out he’s going to be a dad on Father’s Day and you guys are pregnant? So much fluff 🤧

Omg this is sooooo cute!!!!!!! I’m in love with Mick. Thank you for requesting this!!!! (Also bear with me because I know Mick isn’t American but for the sake of this I’m writing in English, I hope that okay!!) I also changed some stuff a little bit I hope that’s okay if not I can totally right a separate telling Mick you’re pregnant one but I was inspired as I was writing.

TW! Mention of Michael Schumacher accident

Age 5:

“Hey I’m Y/n” little you said as you grabbed the red crayon from the box sat diving your desks and began coloring the printed page of a dog in front of you. You’re eyes quickly meeting the vibrant blue ones next to you.

“I’m Mick.” He responded, a blush building on his cheeks. From the first day of school you’d been assigned to sit by him and your little five year old self was very extroverted and the fact you couldn’t sit by your best friend, making your seat buddy your best friend was next best thing. A small smile formed on your lips at his response. It was only a introduction but a feeling builded within knowing this was the beginning of a friendship. “Can I use the red after you?” He continued and raised his hand to grab it waiting.

“Of course. Wanna be friends?” you ask immediately following that feeling within as you place it in his hand. Turning your whole body to face him your feet dangling barely off the grown, and a missing toothed smile on your face. He nodded quickly and accepted the crayon sharing a quick smile with you before looking back down.

Age 10:

“Go Mick!” You yelled and turned to his father a full toothed smile on your face as he overtook another Karter. His father smiled down at you, placing an encouraging hand on your back before cheering on his son as well. Mick’s father always took the time to include you in their hobby since that day in kindergarten you two became friends. His father enjoyed seeing the friendship flourish and the support you have helped Mick grow confidence. It also helped you, your father was hardly in the picture and even at 10 years old you recognized he wasn’t even close to the definition of a father. You told your mom you didn’t want to speak with him anymore. Mick was there to always to give you the words you needed to hear whenever you felt unsure. He could speak from experience of what a father should be and that you made the right decision. And he’d always joke that his dad can be your dad too.

After the race and podium celebrations with Mick standing on the second step. Well it was really him standing on what looked like a milk crate. He came running over to high five you and hug his dad.

“You were great out there. Great job finding your line and pushing.” He dad encouraged as he dropped to take a knee and meet Mick’s eyes who mirrored his own. Mick got that same blush on his cheeks and smiled widely nodding with his fathers words. Nothing seemed to make him smile that big as when his father took the time to teach him, encourage him, and honestly praise him. Mick even seemed happy when his father gave him constructive criticism and feedback about his racing. A real role model, those are hard to find.

Mick always talked about his fathers racing career and how he was able to balance being an amazing father and a racer. The two of you would watch the races together on TV or listen on the radio if you were busy doing school work while it was on, Mick’s mom wouldn’t let you two skip homework to watch races on TV. Late night talks about the future Mick would always mutter the words; “I just wanna be like my dad.” And you could see Mick achieving that goal everyday little by little.

Age 14:

Mick hadn’t contacted you in awhile, no news use to be good news but not this time. It was raining of course and you sat trying to focus on an essay but your thoughts kept drifting to your best friend. Well was he your best friend still? That’s when your mother rushed in the room, tears already in her eyes as she clutched the home phone still.

“Oh baby come here.” She motioned as you got up from your desk and hugged her, staying silent waiting for her to explain.

“Mick’s father was in a skiing accident.” She finally explained. A heaviness fell over your chest like someone dropped a barbell on it. “He was air lifted to the nearest hospital. And and Y/n they don’t know what’s gonna happen.” She continued on and with each word the weight got heavier. Reality finally set in and you joined your mother in sobs as she held you. How you felt, you couldn’t imagine how Mick must be. You quickly asked your mom if you could go see him and agreed, it’d be best if he had someone right now and you ran out of your house down the street to his as fast as your feet would carry.

Age 16:

“Y/n! Y/n! Guess what? I-I got into formula 3!” Mick choked out excitedly immediately after you opened your door. Before you could process everything he pulled you into a hug and spun you around on your front step.

“That’s incredible! I’m so proud of you!” You gasped happily, tears in your eyes and a smile so big your cheeks already hurt. It’s finally happening for him. “I’ll be at every race!” You promised and he squeezed you tighter still not letting go just yet. Ever since the accident Mick had put in so much more dedication to driving. You’d been at every race in home made ‘Mick Schumacher’ T-shirts and holding homemade signs to cheer him on. The conversation of wanting to be like his dad turned into making his dad proud, showing his dad that all his hard work wasn’t wasted. You tried to tell him his dad is always proud of him but decided to just listen, it was definitely a way for Mick to cope.

“Thank you for always being here. You’re the most amazing girl Y/n.” He said loosening his grip but keeping them placed on your waist. You left your hands interlocked behind his neck and met his gaze. “Says you.” You laugh and smirk at him lightheartedly teasing him he laughed as well and looked down before looking back up seriously and brushing some hair out of your face that he was responsible for putting in your face with all the spins.

“Y/n, can I kiss you?” He asks diverting his gaze once more for a split second before his confidence coming back and looking between your eyes and lips. All you could do was nod and stand on your tippy toes, the kiss you’ve been waiting for finally happening.

Age 22:

“I can’t believe you begin your first season in Formula 1 tomorrow!” You say as you raise your champagne flute up to his. Mick still has that small blush hit his cheeks and soft smile when he feels like too much attention is on him. Like at your first meeting back in school. You look at him proudly and around the large table seeing his mom and siblings, his new teammate, Nikita, and others here to celebrate him. Everyone cheers and begins in small conversations around as they enjoy the meal.

“Ya know I wouldn’t be here without you Y/n.” He speaks only to you. A small sarcastic laugh leaves your mouth as you look at him. He’s grown so much and resembles his father not only in appearance but in character.

“No way Mick. Your hard work and determination got you here. All I had to do was yell your name on the safe sidelines.” You responding giving all credit where credits is due. He chuckles and shakes his head but letting your comment slide.

“Thank you. Thank you for cheering me on.” He speaks again after a few moments and places his hand on your knee under the table. His word seem simple but sincere as the memories of the years roll through your mind as you rest your head on his shoulder a happy sigh leaving your lips.

Age 23 (present):

“Happy Father’s Day! You’re already the best dad and the lil guy isn’t even here yet!” You smile happily as Mick wraps his arms around your waist while you continue cooking.You’d thought he’d respond with another cheeky comment but he stayed silent resting his chin on your shoulder watching the bacon sizzle. The silence is enough of a signal to confirm your worries, Father’s Day has always been hard for Mick since he was 14. It’s been Mick’s personal tradition to always spend it with his dad but today there was a race.

“Come sit. I made you something.” You speak again turning the stove off and turning to face him. He nods and interlocks your hands as he walks to the couch with you. You grab your laptop and connect it to the TV. A slide show begins. Photos of Mick and his dad appear timing perfectly with his favorite song. Some video clips and a lot of karting footage and holiday gatherings. Your favorite picture appears and it’s you and Mick showing his father the ultrasound photos when you first found out about your son. His mother has a hand over her mouth and happy tears already falling. His sister looks shocked and after the photo quickly came to hug you. And you know his father was probably the most excited because he is so proud of the man Mick has become. As the slideshow comes to an end and the ‘Happy Fathers Day’ appears on the screen you glance at your boyfriend. His blue eyes are glossy and a shaky sigh leaves his lips before he turns and softly smiles at you.

“Thank you so much. I can’t wait to be a father to our little boy like my dad is to me.” He says and scoots closer to pull you into his chest. As if your son knew what was coming he started kicking, which was common whenever Mick was around. He chuckled softly and placed a hand on your stomach rubbing gently. “I’m right here little guy.” He laughed and sniffled quickly wiping his eyes with his other hand. “Right here.” He spoke just to his son. The way he was with him was the purest form of love you’ve ever seen. He’d always take the time to just give him attention and he was only 5 months growing still. “I’ll be back soon, you keep mom company while I’m racing today okay?” He questioned to him and chuckled.

After breakfast Mick was off to begin his pre race obligations. His best start since joining formula one and you were ready to be watching from the garage. Your black dress made the bump quite noticeable and kept you cool, a cropped denim jacket on top in case it decided to rain again and some comfy sneakers because of the long walk kept your swollen feet feeling best as they could.

The race went perfect for Mick. He was able to hold his position securing points for his team and scoring his first points of his formula one career on no other day but Father’s Day. The crowd was cheering and you couldn’t help but jump up and down clapping as he pulled his Haas car into the pit lane and climbed out as soon as the car was official parked inside.

“Baby you did it!” You cheered as he quickly walked over to you and scooped you up spinning you around like he did that day he got into formula 3 on your front steps. “You did it!” You said again as he placed your down, his head nuzzled into your neck. When he finally lifted his head tears filled his eyes to the brim before finally spilling over.

“For my dad.” Was all he could say before he kissed you. The whole garage cheered loudly and patted him on the back after the two of you had your moment. Mick is doing it like he always said he would, be like his father, Michael Schumacher.

A/n: first time writing for Mick I hope it was okay… I feel a little un sure but I hope it okay.

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unluckyhoneybee · 2 years

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Mick and bff trying out new hobbies and going to one of those couple's pottery classes

Part 41. Best friends to lovers. MASTERLIST. Warning: +18. Not actually sex but referred to it.

He was nervous when you took him to the place. You had insisted. Elia had told you about these classes a friend of her gave and you automatically wanted to try them. Mick wasn't so sure about it, but with your best puppy eyes, you got him to agree.

You were wearing those overalls to not get your clothes dirty and he looked so cute with them.

The class was for couples, so the environment was all cute and romantic. The teacher had made a routinary joke about Ghost and Mick had blushed a bit.

You only had one pottery wheel for you two so both of you would need to work together. At first, it was funny because any of you could do it right. You had a mess of clay between you two. He was in front of you and couldn't stop giggling.

At some point, you got the trick and it started working out for you. But poor Mickey was still unable to do it right. You would lift the clay and try to give it some shape and he would mess it.

You decided that the best thing was to seat on his lap, making him gasp and the teacher smile.

"Okay, Mickey. I need you to pay attention" You said sifting on his lap and getting comfortable.

"I'm trying" He groaned.

You took his hands and put them on the clay. They were much bigger than yours, but you were easily moving them. He was letting you do your thing.

There was a moment in which you fixed your position on his lap, getting more comfortable and sitting closer to his chest. He let his forehead fall on your shoulder for a second and let a little groan out. You gasped and grabbed his hands harder. The heat had crept to your cheeks. You were begging for the other people and the teacher to not discover what was going on.

Mick was hard, you could feel him perfectly. Bitting your lip and after checking on the rest of the couples, you decided to tease a bit, pushing your ass back and grinding onto him.

"Stop" He groaned in your ear.

You bit down a smile and kept moving his hands on the clay. Feeling what it was doing to him, you carefully grabbed his fingers and thread yours through them. The soft caress of your hands, the feeling of the clay on his skin and your body pressed against his were driving him mad. Your fingers were slowly moving over his, just like you would do with his member, while your eyes were moving around the room, trying to not get caught.

You weren't usually this adventurous. You always kept things private, except that time at the gym when his trainer basically caught you.

"I need you to stop" He begged in your ear. You shifted a bit on his lap and moved your ass side to side.

"Please..." His voice was so soft but raspy at the same time. You bit your lip and moved to sit on his thigh, feeling him relaxing instantly. You chuckled a bit and he pinched the back of your hand. "You are horrible"

"You just get..."

"Shh... C'mon, help me with this." He insisted looking at the thing that was supposed to become a mug.

"Here? Wow, Mick. I didn't know you were into that stuff. With the public and all" You joked.

"I hate you"

"You don't"

"Mick, YN, how is that mug going?"

Mick tensed and you giggled.

"Mick is pretty bad at it"

"Just follow her, she is pretty good with those hands. Right, Mick?" The poor teacher was super oblivious of what was happening and gave Mick a weird look when he stuttered with his yes.

You were having so much fun, teasing Mick with little comments at the same time you used his hands to build a little mug, probably too weird-shaped and small to be used, but it would look good in your living room.

"Yes Mick, just like that" You whispered when he was finally doing the edge of the mug. He rolled his eyes, but you couldn't see it. He groaned at your ear.

"You are just doing so well, Mickey"

A few minutes later, you were leaving the place, the little mug in a box for it to dry at home and smiles on your faces.

"Mickey"

"Yes?"

"I want to come back. I had fun"

He turned to you, a wild look on his face.

"Yeah? We will see if it's still fun when we get home."

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