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the-offside-rule · 2 months

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Patricio O' Ward (McLaren) - Back To December

Requested: yes

Prompt: 9) "It will always be you who has my heart."

10) "Can we at least talk about this?"

With references to Back To December

Warnings: I SOBBED WRITING THIS SHIT OKAY

Whilst the storm outside had destroyed everything in its path, the aroma inside the kitchen from Pato's cooking filled the air as he prepared a special meal for Y/N. The atmosphere seemed perfect, the warmth of his love was evident in every shared glance and tender smile. As Pato stirred a pot on the stove, Y/N gave a lighthearted smile, yet, her heart felt heavy, burdened by the weight of her own uncertainties.

Pato hummed a tune, his eyes bright with affection as he flipped the sizzling vegetables in the pan. "You know, Y/N, tonight's dish will be extra special." He remarked, his voice laced with adoration. Y/N forced a smile, her fingers toying with the edge of her sweater. She knew she couldn't delay any longer, couldn't ignore the growing rift within her own heart. Gathering her courage, she cleared her throat, her voice betraying the turmoil within. When she didn't give a cheeky remark like she usually did, Pato turned, his gaze searching her face, his heart already sensing the impending storm. "Is everything okay, amor?" He inquired, his concern palpable. "You seem....off."

Tears threatened to spill from Y/N's eyes as she met his gaze, the depths of her sorrow reflected in his own. "No, Pato, everything's not okay," she confessed, her voice trembling like a fragile whisper in the night. Confusion clouded Pato's features as he set aside the spatula, his attention solely on her. "What's wrong, Y/n? Please, tell me." He implored, his voice laced with urgency and fear as he turned the stove down to go to his girlfriend who was very clearly troubled and torn. Y/n's breath caught in her throat as she struggled to find the words, each syllable heavy with the weight of her decision. "I... I think we should break up." She confessed, her voice barely above a whisper, as though afraid to shatter the fragile illusion of their love.

The world seemed to stand still as Pato processed her words, his heart fracturing into a million shattered pieces. "But... why?" he choked out, his voice raw with pain, his eyes searching hers for a glimmer of hope.

Tears cascaded down Y/N's cheeks as she met his gaze, her heart breaking with each passing moment. "I just don't think it's working, Pato," she lied, her voice trembling with vulnerability. "Its just, this is too perfect, too beautiful to be real. And I can't do this. I don't deserve this." She sobbed. "Deserve what? Love? You deserve everything in the world and more. Amor, let's just talk about this. Can't we just, talk about it?" He reached for her face but she pulled away. "Please don't make this more difficult." Patricio had started crying now, although he hadn't noticed. Pato's world shattered as her words pierced his soul, the anguish in her voice echoing the turmoil within his own heart. "But Y/n, you are everything to me." He confessed, his voice trembling with unshed tears, his heart laid bare before her.

Y/N's resolve wavered as she watched the tears glisten in his eyes, her own heart breaking with each passing moment. "I know, Pato, I know," she whispered, her voice choked with sorrow. "But I have made my decision and hopefully one day you'll realize that I'm not enough, that our love is just a fleeting dream." Silence hung heavy in the air as Pato processed her words, his heart aching with the weight of her doubts. "Y/N, please. Please don't leave me." He pleaded, his voice raw with emotion, his eyes pleading for her to stay. Tears blurred Y/N's vision as she reached out, her fingers trembling as they brushed against his cheek. "I'm sorry, Pato, I'm so sorry." She whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I have to do this, for both of us." His lips parted as a sigh left. "Y/n?" She turned to see him one last time, his once sweet eyes now turned red and puffy, his smile now replaced with sorrow. "It will always be you that has my heart."

The deafening roar of engines and the scent of burning rubber filled the air as Y/n navigated the bustling crowd at the IndyCar race. With an audacious plan in mind, she managed to slip past security and find herself in the exclusive paddock area. It had been a while she she had gone to a race given she had no reason to be one since her and Pato had broken up. As she strolled through the paddock, marveling at the sleek racing machines and the behind-the-scenes action, a stern security guard intercepted her path. The security guard eyed Y/n skeptically, before approaching her since she didn't have her pass dangling from her neck like every other guest. "Excuse me, ma'am. Mind if I have a look at your pass?" He asked. Y/n looked at him. "Why do you need my pass?" Y/n asked. "Just random routine. Making sure no one that isn't meant to be here is here. Now, your pass please."

Y/n reached into her bag, knowing very well there was no pass, before faking a shocked expression and frantically scopping different items around in her bag. "No, no, no. I don't have it!" Of course you don't, just make sure he doesn't know that! She thought to herself.

"No passes, no entry. You can't just stroll in without one." Y/n fidgeted. "I must've left it at home. Can't you just let me in this once?"The guard crossed his arms, unyielding. "Rules are rules. I can't make exceptions." Y/n sighed, feigning frustration, "Look, it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! I won these tickets, and I can't believe I forgot the pass." The lies kept on coming but they weren't making this situation any better, and worse, the guard remained unmoved. "Nice try, but I've heard every excuse. I'll have to escort you out."

Just as Y/n felt her heart sink, a familiar voice rang out. "Excuse me, sir-" They both turned, both as equally shocked to be faced eith the face of Patricio O' Ward. Pato's protective instincts had surged to the surface and had approached the guard, his voice steady despite the rapid drumming of his heartbeat. "Is there a problem here?" He asked. The guard glanced at Pato, recognizing the driver but remaining unfazed by his presence. "Just ensuring the paddock remains secure, sir. This area is restricted." Pato's mind raced as he searched for a way to intervene without causing a scene. Then, a bold idea formed in his mind—a risky move, but one he felt compelled to make. "Hey, it's alright. She's with me." Y/n's eyes widened in surprise, her gaze flickering between Pato and the guard as she processed his unexpected declaration. The guard's expression softened slightly, though skepticism lingered in his eyes. "She is?" The guard asked, his tone tinged with skepticism. Pato nodded firmly, his resolve unwavering. "Absolutely. She's with me. She's my girlfriend, actually."

Y/n shot Pato a bewildered look, silently questioning his sudden proclamation. Yet, something in Pato's demeanor conveyed a sense of assurance that gave her pause. "My apologies, Mr O' Ward. You enjoy the rest of your weekend now." The guard stepped away, leaving just the two of them again. Pato, with a polite smile, led Y/n away from the scene. "Sorry about that. I didn't want you to get kicked out." He whispered. Y/n, surprised by the sudden claim, replied, "Your girlfriend, huh?"

He chuckled nervously. "I know, I know. I just didn't want them to hassle you. It's just for today." As they walked together, the tension between them was palpable. "How about you come and get food with me. Catch up?" Y/n nodded. "I'd like that." She smiled as Pato led her to the hospitality area for the drivers. Y/n couldn't help but miss this feeling. The feeling of having Pato around to protect her. She missed almost everything about him. The only thing she didn't miss was when he'd sleep on her side of the bed whilst she was in it, but even then, she missed it some nights.

As Pato sat down, he set down each of their plates, getting ready to tuck into his. Y/n coughed awkwardly, catching Pato's attention. "Oh, I didn't ask. You still like this food, right? I can go change it if you don't." He said, remembering a lot had probably changed since they had last seen eachother. "No, no. I still like it. Out of everything up there, I'd still pick this." She smiled, grabbing a fork and fidgeting with it. It grew quiet between them, which was never the case last time around. They'd always be joking or laughing, even listening to Pato rant about the previous session, but now it was awkward and whilst it was sweltering weather conditions, the air turned cold.

"It's been a while." She finally said, breaking the awkward silence. Pato smiled. "Yeah, it has. Life's been busy with racing and all." His eyes seemed different from when she last saw him. His skin was more tanned, his hair had changed, but his smile was just as sweet as the time she last saw him. "I've been busy with college. I still managed to travel a bit though." Pato nodded along mindlessly, still smiling at her. Y/n let out a sigh before she reached across the table for Pato's hand. "I've miss you, Pato. Things haven't been the same since we... since December." She admitted, her voice wavering. "I mean, yeah I've missed you too, I guess." He looked at her with a somber expression. "You guess? What exactly does that mean?" Her smile had dropped. All this hoping that he would get back with her had shrunk, and as he set his cutlery to the side and clenched his jaw, Y/n realised this was going to be the farthest thing from easy. "Y/n, I've been doing better I'm racing since we broke up. I just have more free time and Ive come to realise that racing is my focus now. I can't keep dwelling on the past." The conversation continued, unraveling the complexities of their feelings and the events that led to their breakup.

Y/n's eyes welled up with realization, understanding the chasm between them. "So what? Are you saying I was a distraction?" She asked. "Where in that sentence did I say that?" He asked. He never once argued with her, but now, after a year of unexplained heartbreak, he had to. "I'm reading between the lines." Pato shook his head, reaching for his water bottle. "You know, I would be able to just move on and not take it too personally, if you just told me why we broke up in the first place." He said. "I- Pato. I just wasn't feeling it." Was the best response she could come up with. "You weren't feeling it? That's- Y/n, it was a relationship, not a new album. You can't just say you're not feeling it and leave. You need to talk about it."

"Listen, if I could go back in time and change it I would." She said, her voice was trembling and she was dangerously close to tears. Whether they were from sadness or frustration, she didn't know. "You can't, though. Can you?" As they spoke, Y/n's slim hopes for a glimmer of reconciliation, a chance to rewrite the story had disintegrated completely. Yet, Pato remained firm in his decision to move forward without her. "Pato, I want you to be happy. That means even if I'm not with you, but-"

"Well, I am so just leave it." The engines roared in the background, mirroring the tumultuous emotions within Y/n. "Pato? The team is looking for you for the debrief." An engineer popped by. Pato chucked his napkin down on the table and lifted his plate. He looked at her with a cold-hearted face. "I wish you the best, Y/n, but it's time to let go." He said. "Enjoy the session." He added, as he walked away, leaving Y/n sitting alone, surrounded by the racing world that had become his priority.

She had less of him. She had none of him. Whilst she used to have good memories of Pato, she couldn't think of a single good one now that they had that talk. She even forgot what he done for her earlier. His words stuck with her. She didn't have his sweet smile, one of the only reassuring things she managed to come across in her life. She had made a mistake and a grave error in judgement and now she had to reep what she sewed.

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lovelytsunoda · 10 months

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sweet creature// pato o ward

summary: pato is in a romantic mood and wants to make love to his sweetheart around all of her favourite things.

pairing: pato o ward x female reader!

warnings: smut!! pato being an absolute sweetheart. he fucks her in front of a window so she can watch the sunset but the window doesn’t actually overlook and spots where they can be seen

authors note: why do I keep writing other stuff while the arthur leclerc first time fic rots in my drafts and the last two tina series fics are starting to collect dust-

all was calm and quiet in the reading room as she sat with her book, manicured fingers gently flipping the page before she turned to the end, trying not to read the last sentence as she counted how many pages she had left.

truth be told, the smut scenes in this book had been a little much for her. she loved the story and she loved the characters, but the rough intensity of the sex just wasn’t doing it for her. sure, it still had her clenching her thighs together, but if anyone ever spoke to her in the bedroom the way that the male lead spoke to his girlfriend, she was likely to burst out into tears.

sure, she and her boyfriend had experimented with tons things before and they’d probably had sex on almost every surface of the house, but the one reassuring constant was that pato always spoke to her like she was the most important person in the world, how he looked at her like she’d hung the moon, even when he was balls deep inside of her.

and how he was willing to recreate almost any scene in a romance book, putting his own little flair on every scene they tried.

she really didn’t know how she had gotten this lucky.

she had just turned back to the trials and tribulations of josh chen and jules ambrose when she felt two hands clamp down on her shoulders. she jumped, screaming as the book fell from her hands.

“patricio! what the fuck?”

behind her, pato laughed, coming around the ikea couch to settle in beside her, nuzzling his nose into her chest.

“you’re all sweaty.” she whined, but made no move to push him away. “what have I said about taking a shower when you were done conditioning?”

“I just wanted to see my girl.” pato argued halfheartedly, peppering kisses to her neck while he muttered sweet nothings in spanish. “I love you most.”

“love you too, darling.” she smiled, leaning over to kiss him. “I’ve got a new book scene I wanna try.”

patos eyes lit up, and he sat ramrod straight before he leaned down to pick up the abandoned copy of ‘twisted hate’. “can i tell you something?”

“mhm.” she nodded, fingers playing with the hem of her sundress.

“I’ve read this one already.” pato laughed. “I borrowed a copy from coltons girlfriend.”

she laughed, brushing her hair behind her ear. “honey, why would you do that?”

“because I knew that you’d read the first two and I wanted to know why you loved them so much.”

“so you know what scene I want to try?”

“fuck yeah I do.” he grinned, scooping y/n into his arms as he gets up from the couch, spinning gently in a circle before placing her back on her feet, his hands sliding up the skirt of her dress to grip her ass gently. “lean back against the bookshelf, corazon.” he kissed her softly, his nose tracing a path across her skin until his warm breath touched her ear. “just let me make you feel good.”

she backed towards the bookshelf, pulling pato towards her by the hem of his workout shirt. feeling the shelf hit her back. she leaned up to kiss him, all tongue and teeth as his wandering hands gripped her skin, his tongue exploring her mouth.

“you’re so sexy.” pato muttered, trailing kisses across her collarbone as she moaned gently, resting her head against the ikea shelf, one leg curling around her lovers.

patos hand slipped between her legs, cupping her core in his palm, her breath hitching at the contact.

“I hear you, love. im right here, just relax for me.” pato murmured, hands slipping under the waistband of her floral panties as he sank to his knees.

he looked up at her with his wide, hazel eyes, hair mussed as he began to slowly trail her panties down her legs. the look in his eyes made her heart melt. the look of love, the look he gave her when he was so utterly smitten that he didn’t even have the words to explain it.

she rested one leg over his shoulder, her face flushed as pato threw her panties off to the side, the whole world shrinking down to the point where all that mattered was the two of them. he kissed up her thigh, gently massaging her skin with the hand that was holding her leg in place.

“babe, be careful, what if I lose my balance?” she laughed lightly, taking her fingers through his hair, using the other hand to hike up the skirt of her sundress.

“I’ll catch you before you hit the ground.”he answered matter of factly. “you know I’d never let anything happen to you.”

the moment his tongue touched where she needed him most, every worry or apprehensive thought evaporated. she leaned back against the bookshelf, moaning as her lover moved his tongue in slow, deliberate circles. she felt every sensation in nerves down to her toes.

as he picked up the pace, adjusting his angle to suck her clit into his mouth, she dropped the hem of her dress, nails scraping against particle board as she tried to keep herself steady.

“fuck, right there. god, I love your tongue.”

“it does so many wonderful things, doesn’t it?” pato laughed, pulling away to look up at her with a cheeky grin, his hair messy and staticky from the fabric of her dress.

“yes, now please put it back inside me.”

“you’re cute. I just want to give you things. like kisses and orgasms.” pato hummed, slipping his tongue between her folds, closing his eyes in a moment of bliss as he worked his tongue inside of her.

she moaned, closing her eyes and tilting her head back, gently grinding against patos face, his tongue still working in and out of her as one of his hands came up to hold hers, her fingernails digging into the back of his hand.

“oh, babe, I think I’m close.”

“just let go, darling. I’m right here, I’ve got you.”

pato held her tightly, moving her hips gently against his face as he helped her through her high, evidence of her orgasm coating his face as he let her go, placing her shaky leg back on the ground as he stood up, wiping his face off on the bottom of his workout shirt before kissing her softly.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.” she laughed gently, pressing her body against his. he was hard, his cock poking at her body through his under armour sweats. “look at the sunset. it’s beautiful.”

pato smiled, pulling away from the hug to look out the picture window, where the sky was lit up in pink and orange as the sun began its descent. “it’s not as beautiful as you are.”

“aren’t you romantic.” she laughed, leaning over the back on the couch to watch the sun sink behind the trees, propping up her chin with her hand.

pato hugs her from behind, gently pressing kisses to her shoulders. “I have an idea.” he says in a sing-song tone.

“oh yeah?” she asks, a lilt of nonchalance in her voice as she places one of her hands over his. “what is it?”

“this.” pato says simply, pressing his hard on up against her bare ass, hiking her dress skirt up her waist. “let me make love to you in the sunlight, pretty girl. let me make you feel pretty.”

she giggled, leaning back against him as he started to undo the drawstring on his sweats. “take it away, lover boy.”

“with pleasure.”

he rolled his hips, slipping his cock inside of her in one solid movement. she braved her body against the back of the couch, their bodies illuminated by the setting sun as pato pulled her in by the waist, resting his head on her shoulder.

“fuck, pato, I love your cock.” she moaned, reaching behind her head to tangle her fingers in his hair, bucking her hips back against his.

he kept the gentle, soothing pace, thumbs rubbing circles on her skin as he kissed her neck.

“te amo, querida” pato spoke soft, sucking a hickey into her neck.

they would keep it up until the sun went down, going for another round tangled in the plush blankets on the floor, staring at the stars and laughing about nothing and everything.

and she knew that this was the way she would want it to be forever.

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the-offside-rule · 3 months

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Whoever requested the Pato oneshot that's unbelievably sad and asked for me to write it inspired by Back To December....count your days x

#f1 imagine #f1 blurb #f1 oneshot #f1 oneshots #f1 x female reader #f1 x y/n #f1 x oc #f1 x you #f1 x reader #pato o ward x reader #pato o'ward

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lovelytsunoda · 1 year

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typical male // pato o’ ward

summary: pato is nothing if not a simp for his girlfriend, the most wonderful woman on the planet, in his eyes. or, all the little moments that made pato o' ward feel like the luckiest man on earth

pairing: pato o ward x female! reader

warnings: smut scene, inappropriate use of a mclaren, fucking on the hood of said mclaren, pato is a simp and cannot go five minutes during the act without telling her how pretty she is. weddings and talk of. pato is the boyfriend we all deserve, a game of giant jenga played at a wedding reception (and may end a few friendships)

Tell me lawyer what to do, I think I'm falling in love with you

(..)

All I want is a little reaction, just enough to tip the scales. I'm just using my female attraction, on a typical male, on a typical male

the garage smelled like grease and pennzoil, the hood of pato's mclaren popped open and a bluetooth speaker in the corner blasting a playlist of blues-inspired rock and roll from the seventies and eighties. ac/dc. guns n roses. the usual.

pato didn’t mean to stop and stare, but sometimes he couldn’t help himself, leaning against the doorframe, eyes trained on his lovers ass, barely covered by her grease stained cutoff shorts.

she took his breath away.

"hey, beautiful." pato hummed, slipping his arms around her waist, gently kissing her neck.

"pato, i'm covered in grease, wearing the rattiest shorts i own and i'm not wearing a bra." y/n laughed, lacing her fingers with his. "i feel like a trainwreck."

"but you look incredible, love." pato insisted, peppering her face with kisses. his embrace was warm and comforting, a reassuring presence in her life.

pato made her feel complete, like she was the only girl in the world.

"and you know what no bra means." the driver hummed in between kisses. "easy. access."

"at least let me close the hood first." she giggled under his kiss, slamming the hood of the electric blue sports car down and wiping the grease off her hands as pato slipped his hands up her shirt, gently playing with her nipples. she moaned under his touch, heat growing between her thighs.

"lean down over the hood, mamas." pato hummed. "wanna see your beautiful body."

the hood of the car was cold against her skin, shirt still pushed up over her breats, making her jump in surprise. behind her, pato laughed, gently tracing the linework carnation tattooed on her back, just above the hem of her denim shorts.

"you okay, pretty girl?"

"your car is freezing, jesus!"

"sorry, corazon. we can head inside if you want?"

y/n snorted, resting her head on her folded arms as she looked back at her lover. "you and i both know that we aren't going to make it back to the bedroom."

pato laughed, playfully smacking her ass before pressing himself against her, fingers fumbling with buttons. "god, baby, i need you. i need you all the time, yeah, you looked so fucking sexy bent over my car like that."

"you need a new fan belt, by the way." she moaned, unable to speak as her boyfriend slid her shorts down her legs, revealing her lacy fuchsia panties. "yours is cracking."

"i love it when you talk dirty to me." pato laughed, half moaning as he undid his belt. "but i'm more concerned with taking care of my pretty girl than my car."

"mhm, spank me, papi." y/n joked, shaking her ass in pato's direction. she loved that she could goof around with him, that pato didn't take himself too seriously in the heat of the moment.

"do you have a good grip on the car?" pato asked softly, running his soft hands up and down her spine, giving her full body shivers. "i don't want you to get hurt or anything."

"baby, i'm fine. honestly, i'm shocked we haven't fucked on your car before." she giggled, reaching back to hold pato's hand. "you know that if anything feels off, i'll tell you."

pato gently let go of her hand, reassuringly tracing circles on her thigh as he used his other hand to tease his cock up and down her entrance, making sure that she was ready to take him.

he slipped in gently, listening and watching for any sign of discomfort before y/n reached once again for his hand, signaling that it was okay for him to start to move.

pato's pace was relentless as she moaned underneath him, whining his name as she squeezed his fingers.

"yes, pato! fuck, just like that."

"that's it, corazon. you're doing so well for me, yeah? so beautiful. so fucking beautiful and i wish you could see yourself the way that i see you every fucking day."

the room was dark, the mirrorball hanging from the ceiling refracting the party lights against the wall. the music was loud, the singing bad as y/n and cate, callum illotts girlfriend, took to the stage, singing a duet of ‘the best’ by tina turner.

“i know that look.” alex palou laughs, clapping pato on the shoulders as he stares at his fellow testing drivers awestruck expression, the stars in his eyes as he watched his girlfriend butcher tina turners greatest hit.

felix rosenvquist snorts, looking over at alex “has he told you that he’s spent the last hour debating whether it not he should ask y/n to marry him tonight?”

“marriage?” alex snorted “dude, you’re still so young, why tie yourself down like that?”

“what if I want to be tied down? i love her and I want to spend my life with her” pato said matter-of-factly, pulling a small velvet box out of his khakis

“we aren’t going to stop you, but that perfect moment isn’t just going to present itself.” felix shrugged. “you have to make the moment yourself.”

back onstage, the song was ending, cate and y/n collapsing into laughter fuelled by adrenaline and sugar. the light refracted off her skin, making her glow like some kind of neon goddess in the nightlight.

“before I get off this stage, there’s something I want to say before I lose my nerve!” y/n shouted, lifting her cocktail glass into the air. “patricio o ward is the love of my life! he’s the reason I look forward to getting up in the morning, the driving force behind what I do. he’s my biggest supporter, and the best lover, but moreover, he’s my best friend.”

the room started cheering. felix nudged pato in the arm, the mexican driver getting to his feet with a smile and waving to the room as if he was the queen of england. y/n beckoned him closer to the stage, and pato began to wonder if this was the perfect moment.

the moment he would pop the question.

“patricio, my love, my light, my smile. my best friend.” she smiled, lacing her fingers with his. she’d have got down on her knees to ask, full proposal classic, but with the crowd in this room, it would turn into a sex joke. “will you do me the honor of being my husband? will you marry me?”

pato just laughed, opening the ring box in his hand. “i was about to ask you the exact same thing.”

they both laughed, wrapping their arms around each other on stage, in front of the whole indycar grid as pato kissed her softly.

“is that a yes?”

“you first, tough guy.”

“yes, of course I’ll marry you, pretty girl.”

iii

“you look so fucking hot right now.” pato whistled as his fiancée stepped out of the dressing room, fabric of the wedding dress swishing around her legs as she walked.

they do say not to let your husband see you in your dress before the ceremony, but seeing as y/n was technically the one that proposed, they said to hell with all the regular wedding superstitions.

"you've said that about every dress so far." she giggled, twirling to look at herself in the mirror.

it turns out that the lovesick male is also very unhelpful when narrowing down which dress to buy, as the specimen thinks that every dress is equally as hot.

the dress was simple, white fabric hugging all her curves, with a scooping v-neckline. she loved the way it looked, but wondered if it might be perhaps a little . . . pedestrian. but she didn't even want a big wedding, she was happy with a quiet family affair in cancun.

pato shook his head. "this is different, babe. this dress is the one."

"you don't think it's too basic?" y/n worried, swishing the fabric around once more as she stared at her reflection.

"i think it's beautiful, corazon. you are beautiful." he wrapped his arms around her waist. "i'd marry you if you were wearing ripped jeans and a grease-stained tears for fears shirt."

"good to know. when we have our vow renewal maybe i'll wear a leather skirt."

"vow renewal?" pato laughs, kissing her softly. "we haven't even said them the first time yet."

"i can't wait until we do." y/n sighs, leaning back into his arms. "i love you."

"love you more, pretty girl." pato grins widely, kissing her cheek. "so, how do you feel about the dress?"

"this is the one."

iv.

"pato watch out!" y/n laughed, watching her now-husband remove one of the large jenga blocks from the tower set up in the middle of the reception hall.

pato had stayed true to his word when he promised that it would be a small wedding, only family and close friends allowed to join them in the serene jungle of cancun.

in lieu of a guest book, the o'ward's had bought a massive handmade jenga set, and each of the guests had written a message for the happy couple on one of the wooden blocks now towering into the trees and the stars above.

"relax, honey, it's not going to fall." pato chuckled, using both hands to maneuver the wooden block. "elba, get me the step ladder!"

shaking her head, pato's sister brought over the small two-step ladder that the wedding guests had been using to play the life-sized game.

or, larger than life sized.

"patricio, if you fall, i swear to god." y/n half warned as she held the ladder in place, the glow of happiness and surreality on her face as she tried to comprehend that she was now married to her best friend in the entire world.

pato rested the jenga block on the top of the wobbly tower, straightening it and attempting to stabilize it without knocking the whole thing over. stasified with the structure's strength, pato let out a breath and descended the ladder, moving to stand next to his wife.

he thought she looked so beautiful in the soft, led lighting. the jungle clearing was right on the water, lit up by christmas lights stung between the trees and plugged into a generator. y/n had a hibiscus flower pinned behind her ear, and a small smudge of mascara on her cheek.

that didn't matter. she still took his breath away, made his knees go weak when she smiled.

even after marriage, he was still al lovesick fool.

felix was up next in the massive jenga game, pulling out a block from the middle that he could barely reach, getting alex to hold the step ladder in place as he ascended to the top of the dangerously rickety tower.

"i don't like the looks of that." y/n hummed, resting her head against pato's chest. "if those jenga blocks crush anybody at our reception-"

"they won't, don't worry about it." pato murmured, kissing her forehead softly. "i'm so happy we did this."

"me too."

"the tower's coming down!" alex shouted, pushing felix out of the way and into the water as the jenga blocks fell down.

in the opposite direction of the lake.

"what the fuck was that for?" felix shouted, surfacing in the turqoise waters as he began to doggy paddle back to shore.

"sorry." alex laughed. "i thought it was going to fall on you."

still laughing, y/n turned to pato, kissing him softly. "i love you."

"love you more, pretty girl. way, way more."

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slippery when wet // david malukas (kinktober day 1!)

summary: she looks so good in her halloween costume, and all he wants is to bury his head between her thighs until she screams his name. even if it is in pato’s bathroom.

prompt: semi-public sex

pairing: david malukas x female reader

warnings: bathroom sex, david has an eensie weensie little bit of a corruption kink, sting ray gets traumatized

she looked so innocent, dancing with lissie and elba, her tight white dress hugging her curves. the dress was a decent length, down to just above her knees, but in davids hungry eyes, it was downright indecent.

the trio had dressed for the occasion: a triplets costume as kiss, marry and kill appropriately. elba was kiss, lissie was kill and y/n was marry, a charming white veil falling over her hair.

david malukas was smitten, it was an open secret.

there was nothing he wanted more than to hike his girlfriends skirt up to her waist, rip her lacy panties in half and bury his head between her thighs until she cried from overstimulation.

“dude, stop undressing her with your eyes. it’s getting creepy.” pato o’ ward laughed, placing a red solo cup in front of him. “i get that you two are in love or whatever, but I do not want to hear you two having sex in the trailer before a race.”

“but it’s my good luck charm.” dave joked, finally managing to tear his eyes away from his lover “don’t worry, i wouldn’t do that to you. I respect you guys too much. sting ray on the other hand…gosh he’s fun to fuck with.”

“if you could stop being madly in love for five minutes, maybe you’d actually get something done.” pato joked, nudging his shoulder

well, how could dave get anything done when all he wanted to do was her?

he slipped behind her, resting his hands on his lovers waist before leaning down to rest his chin on the top of her head. she hummed in content, leaning into his touch, placing one hand on top of his.

lissie and elba gave them a knowing look before drifting off to find their respective partners: marcus was out on the porch with the other ganassi boys and elbas husband had long since vanished after pato sent him on a beer run.

“your friends didn’t have to leave.”

“they did when you gave me bedroom eyes.” y/n laughed, mimicking her boyfriends ‘fuck me’ eyes before she kissed him softly, turning around in his touch so she could hug him.

one of davids hands come down to gently squeeze her ass, a fistful of flesh in his comforting grip. she knew what he wanted.

“you look so innocent in white. with those carnations on your wrist and the lace on your hair. but nobody else knows what I know, my pretty perfect girl.”

“mhm, and what’s that.”

“how you sound anything but innocent when I have my tongue buried inside of you.” he rasped, lips just barely dusting her ear.

and that’s how they found themselves on one of the house’s cavernous bathrooms, their giggles echoing off the tile as david swept her off her feet, his lips stitched to hers with a grin as he guided her towards the vanity.

“david!” she giggled, feeling his hands venture up her dress, hiking the white fabric over her hips before he groaned.

“jesus, you even wore the leg garter.”

“um, yeah. hand to god, I was hoping you’d rip it off me when we got home.”

at the confession, he wasted no time dropping to his knees, kissing up her thigh before gripping the garter between his teeth and attempting to tear it off. when that didn’t work, the mclaren driver let out a disgruntled, well, grunt, before ripping it apart by hand. she gasped, feeling his hungry lips trailing up her thigh.

"here? in pato's bathroom?"

david shrugged. "i had a craving."

"for what?" she laughed

"you. on the counter, love. spread those gorgeous legs nice and wide for me."

she did as she was told, perching on the edge of the counter. her garter lay in shambles on the floor, which she had figured was going to happen at some point during the night. david's hands grappled for her lacy panties, the man barely paying the pattern any mind as he fought to yank them down her legs without breaking them (and he heard a few stitches pop, he can't guarantee there aren't any rips).

"you're my own personal angel, sweetheart." he breathed, sinking to the cold tile floor. the bathroom lighting was soft, framing her face in a gentle halo of light. "too wicked for heaven, but way too sweet for hell."

she breathed heavily as david's warm hands parted her slick lips, her juices dripping onto the counter.

"fuck, baby." he exhaled. "i got you this worked up already?"

she nodded, nudging him with one silver stiletto-clad foot. "david. please."

"patience, my sweet girl." david hummed, clicking his tongue before running his fingers over entrance. "so good for me." he breathed, the cold air to her most sensitive area making her jolt.

and when his tongue licked it's first path up her cunt, she couldn't stop the moan she let out; a hearty, yet strangled cry that she was certain could be heard through the drywal if not for felix's phone being hooked up to the sound system, currently blaring the monster mash.

she would never get tired of the way david ate her out, like he was on death row and she was his last meal. he paid her so much care and attention, her arousal dripping down his face as he practically french kissed her heat, strong hands keeping her legs spread for him.

"oh god, david." she whined, bucking against his face, tangling one hand in his curls.

"i know honey, i know. god, i love this pussy. but you need to stay quiet. we can't let anybody hear those sexy noises you make." he slurred, drunk off the taste of her as he plunged his tongue inside her without warning.

she tried to form words, tried to even just let out an expletive, but all that came out was another strangled moan, this one louder than the first, followed by a series of whimpers as she leaned back against the mirror, almost fucking herself on his tongue as she struggled to keep her hips under control.

“david!” she whined, pouting when he pulled away from her, a mischievous grin on his face.

“you promised to be quiet, love.”

“fuck off. I can be quiet, I will be so fucking quiet.” she begged. “please david, I need your tongue.”

“you have to be so so quiet, pretty girl. or I’ll have to put your panties in your mouth to muffle those pretty whines.”

he focussed his attention back on her aching core, tongue lapping up every last drop of the juices spilling from her. she bit her lip to stop herself from moaning, hard enough to draw blood as he sucked her clit in between his lips.

“oh my god, david.”

“what the fuck?!?!”

david stumbled to his feet, almost tripping in the white lace lying against the floor as he moved the shield his girlfriend from the interlopers eyes.

“sting ray? what the fuck, dude!” david shouted, trying to wipe off his face. it was pointless: they were both flushed red and it was obvious what they had been doing.

of course, the garter and panties on the floor would probably give it away.

sting ray robb stood in the doorway blinking as he tried to comprehend what he had just walked in on. “have you never heard of locking the goddamn door! I have seen things that no man should ever see!”

“haven’t you ever heard of knocking!”

shocked, dumbfounded and a little traumatized, sting ray shut his eyes and backed away from the doorframe, practically slamming the door closed with a disgusted shout.

“I have seen things I can’t unsee!” his idaho drawl carried down the hall as david and y/n stood stock still in the bathroom, laughter on their rosy cheeks.

“dave!” she scolded “why didn’t you lock the door?”

david shrugged, kissing her forehead. “you distract me too much. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“if I lock the door, can we finish what we started?”

“david malukas!”

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