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Thin Walls - Sebastian Vettel x reader

Sebastian Vettel x female!reader

Requested? Yes/No

Anon: Was wondering if I could put in a request for a Red Bull era Seb fic / oneshot? Maybe something along the lines of working for Red Bull since Seb joined, and the beginning of the 2013 season, Mark Webber finds out that Seb has always had a massive thing for you. Mark then decides to start flirting with you to make Seb jealous. Seb gets back at Mark by enacting Multi-21, and after the race, gets the ultimate payback by getting you to come back to his thin-walled hotel room, which is the room right next to Mark’s. ;)

Word Count: 4.5K

Warnings: Angst, smut 18+++, dom! Seb, swearing (wrap it before you tap it kids)

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Ever since Sebastian Vettel had joined Red Bull you had been working alongside him. Being Red Bull’s main photographer had a lot of benefits including being rather closer with both drivers. You conducted their photoshoots all year round and then followed them like a shadow around the tracks to get the best photos you could. Sure you got on with both boys well but there was always something about Sebastian that made him that little more special, maybe it was because the two of you started your Red Bull journey together or maybe it was because you two could never keep your eyes off one another. Whatever it was Mark Webber sure picked up on it and used it to his advantage.

“You like her,” Mark turned to face Sebastian. The two were sat at a drivers meeting and Mark had caught the German's eyes linger on you just outside the room for a little too long. “Don’t you?”

“Who?” Seb snapped his head back to meet the gaze of his teammate. “y/n? No.”

“I didn’t even mention her name.” Leaning back in his chair he smirked back at Seb. “So you do like her?”

“We’re friends, we get along well, joined at the same time so I do like her -”

“No you don’t just like her like a friend, I’ve seen the way you undress her with your eyes. You’ve got a thing for her.”

“Maybe you should keep out of my business.” He spat.

“Your business? I think it’s our business Vettel, I’ll have her hanging off my arm before this season is over and you’ll just have to watch.” Mark’s smug grin grew. He knew that he was going to piss Seb off, maybe then he’ll actually instigate his feelings towards you rather than just stare at you all day.

Sebastian ignored his words as he waited for the meeting to start. His eyes flickered over to you one last time before you disappeared with a few other Red Bull workers. He couldn't get what Mark said out of his mind he thought maybe after he slept he’d forget about what his teammate had said but he was far from wrong.

Over the next few months, Mark stayed true to his words and did everything in his power to make Sebastian jealous. He would let his touch on your skin linger a little too long after a hug or if he needed to get past he’d no longer ask you he’d just place his hands on your hips and move your body. When everyone had a party after the win he’d make sure to have his hands all over you when you were dancing, even when you tried and pulled away he’d pull you back into his arms and whisper something in your ear to make you forget ever wanting to leave.

Every action Mark went of his way to do pissed Seb off immensely. He wanted nothing more than to rip Mark away from you and show you who could make you feel better than any man ever has and today was no exception.

“Seb!” You caught sight of the driver walking through the paddocks. He turned back to look at you, a wide smile spreading across his face when he saw you. “Nervous for the race?” You asked, walking beside him as he placed his arm around you.

“Never.” It was the Malaysian Grand Prix and Sebastian was starting from pole. “Plan to win this with a decent gap.”

“Very confident Vettel.” You smiled up at him.

“Why shouldn’t I be?” He replied.

“Because Mark is extremely confident that he’s going to win it today.”

Seb rolled his eyes at the mention of Mark, something you’d noticed ever since Seb joined. For the first few weeks, everything seemed fine between them but occasionally you’d pick up on the odd petty argument or the glares the pair of them would give one another. You always put it down to classic teammate rivalry but maybe there was something more.

“What was that for?” You eyed Seb for his reaction to his words.

“What was what for?”

“That eye roll.”

“He just always thinks he can win.”

“I’m no driver but isn’t that the mentality you’re supposed to have?”

“To an extent. He’s just too cocky with it.”

“And you’re not?”

“I’m not as bad as him.”

“Nope.” His eyes met yours as you spoke again. “You’re worse.”

Seb smiled at your teasing as the pair of you continued to walk towards the garages. “Least I’m better than him at something.”

“Well don’t tell him but I think you’re the better driver.”

Sebastian had a smug look on his face after you spoke. “Oh, why not? He always tells me you prefer him so I may as well set him straight.”

“You two better keep your petty arguments in place otherwise it’ll only escalate and I’d rather you not do something stupid on the track and get yourselves both killed.”

“I’ll be fine, can’t promise anything for Mark.” He winked as you reached the Red Bull garage.

“Good luck today Seb.” You sunk into his touch, hugging him. “Please be careful.”

“I will be.” He gave you one last longing gaze before the two of you parted ways. You couldn’t deny that Seb was attractive. His eyes always seemed to make you melt and the light touches he placed on your skin always sent jolts of electricity through your skin.

You headed off to meet your team of photographers, everyone putting on their vests to display that you were a photographer and are allowed to stand by the track for photos. After discussing with your small team where everyone would be stationed for the race you were met with a familiar voice.

“You weren’t going to run off without wishing me luck, were you?” Spinning around you met the cocky gaze of Mark Webber. He held his arms out, silently asking for a hug which you happily complied with.

“I would never.” You hugged him and pulled away rather fast, something Vettel picked up on as he watched you two from afar. “Good luck today.”

“Thank you.” The man grinned like the Cheshire cat. “Think I’ve got this in the bag.”

“We’ll see.”

Sebastian couldn’t help but suppress a laugh when he saw how fast you attempted to leave the conversation compared to him. However, that smile on his face didn’t last long when he watched Webber’s next move. The man snuck his arm around your waist and pulled you into his chest before planting a kiss on your forehead. Mark stepped back and winked your way.

“Meet me when it’s all over, we’ll celebrate my win together.”

The man left you standing alone and rather confused by his words and actions. Sure you had flirted with him before but it was nothing more than that, you’d even flirted with Seb before, many of times in fact and he had never made a move like that before. Maybe Seb was right, maybe he was too cocky.

Seb had watched everything and if he wasn’t pissed off before he certainly was now. With gritted teeth, he glared your way just as he put his helmet on. You caught sight of his reaction but it was too late to say anything to him now. Huffing you plodded off to your station with your camera, waiting for the race to start.

Although Seb was on pole it was Mark who was leading the race. You never showed your bias whilst working for Red Bull but today you really wanted Seb to win, maybe then it would shut Mark up. You didn’t hate Mark but today it was clear why he spent those months flirting with you, it was just a childish game and a game he took too far. You didn’t like Mark like that so you certainly weren’t upset about that, it was more his endless teasing towards Seb that annoyed you.

You always listened to the commentary whilst you were taking photos and right now Christian was calm, both drivers were in P1 and P2 so things were going well until Sebastian started gaining and got closer to his teammate.

“Hold station behind Webber.” You could hear what was being said at the pit wall and you knew Sebastian wasn’t going to comply with those requests.

“Don’t be stupid Seb.” You muttered as you worked, your heart in your throat as you watched the two Red Bulls.

With thirteen laps to go Seb was close enough to attack Mark despite being told to lay off.

“This is silly Seb, come on.” You heard the familiar sound of Christian Horner.

“Yep, that’s good teamwork!” Mark spat into the radio, clearly pissed as Sebastian continued his attack.

“Ok Mark he was told, he was told!”

Time ran slowly as the two battled it out and eventually Sebastian got past. A sigh of relief left your lips knowing that the two weren’t stupid enough to cause a crash.

“Sebastian!” The Pit wall could be heard yelling at the German.

“I was really scared, main straight all of a sudden he was moving and I had to leave the line. To repeat, I had to get over the line.” Mark complained which earnt him an eye roll from you.

“Grow up Mark this is motor racing, not ballet…” Your words gained a few laughs from your colleagues.

Ethan one of your colleagues spoke as you focused back on your work. “It’s clear you have a favourite.”

“Maybe after tonight, I will.” You muttered back.

Sebastian went on to win the race much to your delight. “Good job Sebastian. Good job, it looked like you wanted it bad enough. Still… there will be some explaining to do.” Suddenly the pit wall was full of praise, only pissing you off even more as you got the green light to head back to the garages now the track was clear.

“Look a bit stressed there Horner!” You called out to Christain as you discarded your vest and joined the rest of the team.

“Those two are going to give me a heart attack.” He huffed. “Idiots.”

“You have to admit, Seb was faster.”

“He needs to listen to team orders -”

“And the team needs to listen to him. If he’s faster, which he was, and he gains enough speed that he can overtake his teammate and create a gap, which he also did then he should be given that opportunity to do so.”

“But he also needs to learn we work as a team.”

“And the team needs to learn how to spot their faster drivers.” You hit back, a taken-back yet impressed look on Christian's face appeared.

“You ever thought of working on the pit wall?”

“I’m better at capturing the moments rather than ordering that they happen but,” You smirked. “Maybe if the team keeps making mistakes I might have to step in.”

“I’ll keep that in mind y/l/n.”

Your eyes were now focused on the TV screen before you. You watched as Mark snapped at Sebastian but he paid him no mind, for now anyway. On the podium, the two of them shared some sharp words as they stormed off to complete their interviews. You and the rest of the team were waiting for them both. Mark immediately walked over to you, his eyes filled with fury.

“He’s such a twat -”

“He was faster.” You mumbled in reply to the man as he tried to steer you away from the team.

“Faster than me? Only because he pushed me off the track!”

“I got ahead didn’t I?” Sebastian joined in.

“Leave it out you two,” Christian interjected. “Go and do your interviews and we will speak about this later.” Mark knew better than to argue, unlike Seb. The man turned on his heel and headed off to find the press, you attempted to turn away too but Seb grabbed your arm and pulled you into his chest.

“Meet me outside my hotel room. It’s number thirty-eight.” His eyes searched yours for an answer. “Please y/n -”

“Hurry up with your interviews then.” You cut him off, looking up into his eyes before your hand landed on his chest. You looked down at your hand then back up at him. “They’re going to kill you for what happened -”

“I don’t care.”

“You should Seb, you know what this sport is like.”

“Think I’ll be fine.” His cocky grin came onto his face. “I won’t be long, I promise.”

“Don’t fuck up more than you already have.” You gave him a slight smile before turning on your heel and heading towards the hotel.

Mark had watched everything happen. His eyes darted to Christian and the rest of the team before looking back at you. Everyone was fairly distracted giving him the chance to break away and follow after you.

“So what you fancy Vettel now?” Mark yelled, catching your attention.

“Fuck off and go back to your interviews, Mark.” You turned your head to look at him. “I couldn't care less for yours and Seb’s drama.”

Mark had always wanted to piss Seb off and using you was the perfect way to get what he wanted but not like this. Mark just wanted to piss him off to the point where maybe Seb would make a move and he would attempt to get you on his side and Mark would use his charm to win you back but evidently, it had backfired.

To Mark, Sebastian had taken it too far by bringing it onto the track. Mark never liked to lose, especially to his teammate who rather embarrassed him out there and now you were turning on him. He felt humiliated and wanted nothing more than to have you in his bed to prove Sebastian who really was the number one driver at Red Bull.

“Drama? The bloke nearly killed me -”

“Killed you? He didn’t even make contact.” You eyed him. “Besides if you’re as talented as you say you are then surely you could have overtaken him again, right?” He didn’t say anything. “The faster driver one Mark, let it go.”

“Why him all of a sudden?”

“If it was the other way around I’d defend you, doesn’t take a genius to work that out.” You left him to watch you walk off towards the hotel, ignoring his shouts for you to come back.

Seb was right in saying that he wouldn’t be long at the interviews. You’d sat in the hotel reception and watch him being interviewed. His tone had evidently changed when he met the press, probably because he knew Christian wouldn’t let this die easily and didn’t fancy being dragged through the dirt by the reporters. He dragged you to his hotel room when he caught sight of you in the reception and shut the door behind you.

“That was dumb.” You spoke to him as you leaned against the wall whilst he sat at the end of his bed.

“What was?”

“You out there. I agree with you Seb but that could have gone wrong.”

“But it didn’t.”

“But it could have gone wrong,” Seb smirked at the sudden sound of the door of the room beside him slamming shut, more specifically Mark’s room. An idea sprung in his mind as he stalked towards you.

“Maybe you’re right but,” He planted both hands beside your head, looking down at you. “Sometimes you need to take a risk.”

He ducked his head forward, capturing his lips in yours. One hand that was on the wall came down and planted itself on your hips, he added pressure on your skin lightly, a silent signal that you weren’t going anywhere. Your hands trailed up his race suit, tugging on the material slightly as you kissed him back.

The kiss was rough and full of lust and those emotions only grew as he pushed his hips against yours. One of your hands ran up to his hair, tugging on the ends which pulled him deeper into the kiss. He smirked at your neediness as his hips started to grind against yours. Pulling away from the kiss you looked up at him as he breathlessly met your gaze with a smirk.

“What’s that look for?” Your voice was faint.

“You’re so needy…” He moved his head down to place light kisses on your neck, the sensation making you throw your head back against the wall. “All for me…”

“Seb…” You gasped as he bit down on your skin, tugging as his hands lingered at the end of your shirt.

“Can I?” He met your gaze again as he tugged on your shirt, waiting for permission to go further.

“Yes…” He didn’t need to be told twice. In one swift motion, he pulled your shirt up and over your head, discarding your Red Bull uniform on his hotel floor.

“Fuck…” He groaned at the sight of you before him. His hands went straight to your bra, tugging on the lacey material as he started to kiss and nip at your skin. One hand went to your back and unclasped your bra.

“Did you do that with one hand?” You asked as the material fell to the ground.

“Driving isn’t the only thing I’m good at.” His lips met yours again whilst his hands cupped your boobs. He let his fingers play with each nipple before letting his mouth fall and latch onto each one. Sebastian took his time savouring every inch of your skin, smiling to himself at how your body reacted to his touch.

“So beautiful…” He sunk down to his knees before looking up at you, a silent plea for permission. You didn't answer him with words, only actions as you unbuttoned your jeans and allowed Seb to help you out of them before he threw them alongside your shirt.

Running his hands up your thighs he savoured every inch of skin he could see. “Stunning…” He kissed up your thighs, slowly reaching your underwear.

“Seb…”

“Hmm?”

“Stop teasing…”

He let out a light chuckle before looking up at you. “Why?” He kissed you through the thin material of your underwear. “Can you not handle it?”

“More like you won’t be able to handle it…”

“You’re the one complaining.”

“Oh shut up…” You threw your head back as he took your underwear in his teeth and started to drag them down your thighs before they fell to the floor, leaving you naked before him whilst he was still dressed in his race suit.

Sebastian continued to place light kisses and nipped at your skin around where you needed him the most. You whined at his advances, trying your part your legs but his large hands kept them in place. “What’s wrong meine Liebe?” He asked innocently.

“I need you…”

“Do you now?” He nipped at your skin again, earning him a gasp from you.

“Yes…”

“Where?”

“You know where…”

“Do I?”

“Stop being s dick!” You whined at his teasing. If he hadn’t been waiting to have you like this for what felt like decades then he would have continued his teasing but not even he could hold back from you.

“What about here.” Before you could reply Seb spread your legs with just his hands before letting his tongue explore your pussy. The sudden sensation made you moan louder than you had indented to but that didn’t bother the German. He knew Mark was in his room next door and he also knew the walls were paper thin meaning Mark would be able to hear everything.

“Fuck Seb…” You moaned as his mouth attached itself to your clit, sucking and letting his tongue run over the bud before one hand grabbed the back of your thigh and threw it over his shoulder. The same hand steadied you whilst the other started to tease your entrance. “Seb please…”

“Please what?” He hummed against your clit. “Use your words…”

“Fuck me please!” You couldn’t take his teasing for much longer. Sebastian let his finger slide inside of you, working at a steady pace, pumping in and out of you whilst his mouth worked at your clit. You could feel your body tense up at his movements, the feeling of an orgasm slowly approaching you.

“Seb…”

“Yes?” He quickened his pace with every word he spoke.

“I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah?” He taunted as he hummed against your clit, only adding more pleasure. “Then scream my name when you cum, I want the whole building to know who can make you feel this good.”

“Yes, fuck!” You threw your head back once more, your hands going to his hair and encouraging his actions.

“Who makes you feel this good?” He moaned around your clit, the vibrations making your high wash over you.

“You do Sebastian, fuck… you… only you…”

Your hips bucked up into his mouth as came but Seb didn't stop, he let his fingers continue to fuck you and allowed his mouth to overstimulate you. Your legs began to shake as you came down but the feeling that Seb had used to make you cum was still going.

“Seb, please… I can’t…” Your hands pulled his mouth away from your clit.

“You can…” He set your leg down, slowly rising up as his fingers went to his mouth, tasting you one last time. “But this time I want to feel you cum around me.” He pulled you to the bed, lightly pushing you onto the soft mattress as he discarded his race suit. He was literally sculpted by the gods themselves.

“You’re staring.” He grinned as he climbed onto the bed, moving your legs apart once again.

“Rather hard not to when you keep all of that hidden under your suit.”

“Maybe if you’re lucky you’ll see more of it then.” He leaned down and took your lips into his again, this time the kiss was sweeter and full of passion with hints of lust as he deepened it. As he continued to kiss you he lined himself up with your entrance. Seb slowly slid himself inside of you, his size filling you up as you broke the kiss, a moan falling from your lips as you gripped the sheets.

Seb stayed stationary inside of you for a few seconds, placing a light kiss on your forehead, waiting for you to confirm that he was okay to move. You nodded against his lips, allowing to pull out entirely before sliding himself back in. He kept his movements slow for now, allowing you to get used to his size.

He took your wrists into his hands, pinning them above your head as he towered over you. The new position allowed him to pick up his pace, quickening his thrusts and adding more pleasure to the pair of you.

“You feel so good…” He groaned as he fucked you harder, pushing you deeper into the mattress with every thrust. Seb then moved your wrists into one hand before letting the other fall to the headboard of the bed, he pushed the wooden frame back so it hit the wall with every thrust. He knew Mark would hear it accompanied by your moans and work out who the real winner of the day was.

“Fuck…” You tried to free yourself from his grasp, desperately wanting to touch him as he went deeper. You let your moans fill the hair as he kept up a fast pace, fucking you in a way you’d never been fucked before.

“Such a good girl for me, moaning so loud for me…” He eventually let go of your wrists and used his now free hand to play with your clit, adding to your pleasure as he went faster, banging on the wall even louder.

“God you feel so good.” You moaned, raking your nails down his back, guaranteed to leave marks that wouldn’t easily fade.

“So do you…” Seb slammed into you harder this time, your hips meeting as he felt your body tense up underneath him. He knew you wouldn’t last long after earlier and neither would he, he’d been waiting too long for this. “Fuck…”

He kept up the pace, the sensation of your nails digging into his skin wasn’t helping him hold back. He leant his head down to your ear, trailing kisses along your neck before speaking. “Are you going to cum for me? Hmm? You going to cum all over my cock?”

“Yes, Seb…”

“Yeah? Say my name when you cum, say it louder this time…”

“Fuck…” His cockiness just made you even wetter. “Please…”

“Please what?”

“Please let me cum…”

“Asking for permission now?” He felt himself twitch inside of you as you tightened around him. “Learning already, good girl…” His rhythm slowed. “Cum love…” You didn’t need to be told twice. Your high washed over you, his name and profanities falling from your lips as you screamed with pleasure.

“Seb… Sebastian, please… I’m gonna… fuck…”

The sound of his name falling from your lips whilst you squirmed around him was enough to make him cum. He fucked you through his high, cumming inside of you. He didn’t pull out immediately, he waited until you both had come down before resting his forehead against yours. With a sweet kiss, he slowly pulled out and threw himself down beside you, catching his breath.

Glancing over at you he held his arms open, allowing you to move and lay against his chest whilst his arms wrapped around you. He smoothed down your hair, praising you as he took in your flustered state.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“I’m fine.” Your eyes met his, a smile tugging on your lips. “Are you?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You know if this is what you’re like when you don’t follow the rules then I encourage you to break them more often.” Seb chuckled at your words, a small kiss found its way to the top of your head.

“Just for you.”

“Better be.” You smiled with him. “You think anyone heard?”

“Mark did.” Seb’s eyes glanced at the wall behind you.

“That’s his room?”

“It is…”

“You little shit, no wonder why you wanted me to say your name -”

“I would have wanted to hear it anyway, it sounds so pretty coming from your lips.”

“Fuck you, Vettel.” You grinned at what he’d planned.

“You just did.”

Mark Webber retired that season. Maybe it was because he and Seb never got on as they used to after that race, or maybe it was because he had to endure you and his teammate fucking after his painful loss, who knows?

One thing you did know was that wasn’t the last time Mark had to hear you and Sebastian fuck.

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Thank you for 1,000 followers my loves 🥺🤍

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BABY PINK?? 😭 bless your soul bestie

Thank you my love <3 You can read Baby Pink P3 with Max here and the Charles' version will be out soon ;)

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Baby Pink - Max Verstappen x reader - Part Three

Read Part Two here

Max Verstappen x female!reader

Summary: After falling pregnant with your best friend's child after a drunken one night stand the two of you part ways. After four years Max finally sees you again and realsies how badly he messed up. He spends years getting you back and becoming the Dad he was supposed to be and now he has his family back.

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, pregnancy

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Max had now been back in the picture for four years. Leia was now eight although there were times when she acted more like a sixteen-year-old rather than an eight-year-old. Max and you were now married and had been for two years now and although you could ever forget what happened eight years ago you could forgive him and move on and that’s exactly what happened. The pair of you found a new place, sold off your last homes and moved in together. Leia couldn’t be more ecstatic that she had a large garden with a pool to play in and that wasn’t the last of her smiles.

Without you knowing Max had decided to buy a Golden Retriever puppy for you all. You came home from work to find Max asleep on the sofa, Leia cuddled on his left side and a very sleepy puppy cuddled on his right side. At that moment you couldn’t even be mad at him that he didn’t talk it through with you because right in front of you was your perfect little family.

It was currently Halloween and the dog now known as Senna was currently being turned into Yoda. Leia was determined to go as Max, something which thrilled him and made him smugger than he normally was. He even spent several nights making a trophy-shaped trick or treat bucket with ‘World Champion written on the front. You and Max had decided to go as Morticia and Gomez Addams. Uncle Daniel had also planned to join the four of you.

“What is that?” You frowned at Max. The three of you were all carving pumpkins before Daniel was set to arrive.

“The Red Bull logo.” He held it up proudly. “Why what did you think it was?”

“Looks like the Loch Ness Monster.” You tilted your head to try and see how it was supposed to look.

“How does that look like the Loch Ness Monster?”

“Look that’s the neck, that’s the face -”

“That’s a bull!”

“Is that what it’s supposed to be? What, did Red Bull change the logo to some magical monster.”

“It’s so clear what it is!”

“Maybe to Stevie Wonder.”

“That’s just cruel.” He pouted but a small smile crept from his lips as he left his seat and moved to stand behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he leant his head on your shoulder. “Yours is an easy design.”

“Still looks better than yours.” You turned your head to face him allowing him to place a tender kiss to your lips just as your front door opened.

“Uncle Daniel!” Leia screeched, running towards him holding her arms out for him.

“You’re getting so big!” Daniel took her into his arms lifting her up with a smile.

“And what are you supposed to be?” Max arched his eyebrows at his friend.

“I’m Count Dan-ula!” Daniel smiled brightly before showing off his vampire outfit.

“Very creative…” Max eyed him with a small smile.

“Senna is Yoda!” Leia laughed as the dog with rather large green ears plodded over to you. Senna sat by your feet, looking up at you with a large grin.

“He’s been acting like a weirdo recently.” Max huffed.

“How?” Daniel asked, setting Leia down as he called Senna over. The dog happily plodded over to him, wagging his tail and licking his face. “He seems fine to me.”

“Watch.” Max stepped over to you, sliding his hand around your waist before planting a kiss on your cheek. Senna snapped his head around, barking at Max loudly as he made his way back over to you. He pushed Max out of the way, creating distance between the two of you as he eyed Max. “What’s your problem?” Max asked as if the dog was going to reply. “She’s my wife!” Senna barked back at him.

“He’s just protective.” You ran your hands through his fur.

“Too protective, he’s never been this bad.”

“Maybe you’ve annoyed him.”

“How? I give that dog everything.”

“Maybe he doesn’t like you, Daddy.” Leia giggled as she hugged the dog.

“Thanks for your input love.”

The four of you headed out for a couple of hours, more than enough time for Leia to gather enough sweets that’ll last her until Christmas. Daniel currently had her on his shoulders as they walked out in front of you both. Max had his hand laced in yours whilst you held Senna’s lead.

“Are you okay?” He suddenly sparked up a conversation.

“Hmm?”

“You know from this morning…”

Your mind went back to that morning. You’d told Max just as he’d left to take Leia to karting practice that you weren’t feeling good, your stomach felt horrendous. Max said it could have been the takeaway the two of you shared last night, maybe he was right but when he left you threw up and your mind started to wander to other conclusions but you were yet to tell him that.

“Oh yeah,” You gave him a smile. “I feel better.”

“Good.” He squeezed your hand. “We have Leia’s race coming up in a few days and I don’t want you to miss out on that.” He grinned as he leaned in for a sweet, quick kiss.

“I wouldn’t miss that for the world.” You looked back at her and Daniel. “She has your attitude.”

“That’s a good thing.”

“To an extent. Not when I get a call from the school telling me she pushed a boy into a bush because he said you were a shit driver.”

“That’s my girl.”

“I swear she only acts up when you aren’t here.”

“She’s a daddy's girl that’s why, knows I’m the one who takes her karting -”

“I take her karting when you’re not here!”

“Yeah but I’m a Formula 1 driver so that makes me the cooler parent.” He winked, letting out a laugh.

“Shame she was never a Hamilton fan.”

“Because she knows who the best driver is.”

“When you win seven world championships then you can talk.”

“Won more than you.”

“Maybe I could have won a few if I wasn’t a single parent for four years.” You laughed at his pissed-off face.

“That was low.”

“But I’m right.”

“Please, I don’t even want to think back to my own stupidity.” You only laughed at his words, leaning into his touch as he wrapped his arm around you which earned him a low growl from Senna. “Piss off Senna.” Max snapped.

“Leave him be! He’s just a baby -”

“We’ve had him for a year now -”

“Still a baby.” You cooed the dog which only annoyed Max. You looked up and grinned at his unamused expression. “Are you jealous of the dog?”

“Jealous you let him sleep on your boobs more than me.”

“They’re pillows for him, he’s always rested his head on my chest -” “I know but I didn’t get him so he could steal my wife from me.”

“Stop sulking.” You grabbed his jaw as you pulled him in for a sweet kiss. Max snaked his hands around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he deepened the kiss. He would never bore of the feeling of you in his arms, he wished he could stay like this forever but your daughter had other plans.

“Mummy! Daddy!” Leia called to the pair of you, breaking you apart. “This house!” She pointed to a large house which was decked out in Halloween decorations.

“Makes our house look shit,” Max muttered as he led you towards your daughter.

“Well, I thought your decorations looked perfect, although…” You gave him a teasing smile. “Your pumpkin looked shit compared to mine.”

“You just carved some basic pattern and I carved the Red Bull logo, do you know how hard that is?”

“Still looked shit.”

Max smiled and pulled you into his side, smiling as he kissed your forehead. Leia had just knocked on the door as she waited for someone to answer whilst you and Max stood beside Daniel.

“Trick or treat!” She yelled, a smile on her face as the man opposite her knelt down and held out a bowl of sweets.

“World Champion huh?” The man noticed her trick or treat bucket Max had made. “But Lewis Hamilton doesn’t drive for Red Bull.”

“But my Daddy does!” Leia pointed at Max. The man looked up and was evidently taken back that Leia was actually talking about Max Verstappen and he was in fact standing before him.

“Oh..”

“And Lewis isn’t the only one on the grid with a world Championship.” Max spoke in a smug tone. “In fact I’m sure you’ll remember that Sebastian won with Red Bull, more than once I might add.”

“Sure but he’s no Hamilton.”

“No he isn’t but why would he want to be like him?”

“Because he’s won seven times!” The man let out a laugh.

“True but why win seven when you can be like me and aim for eight?” Max smirked before reaching for Leia’s hand. “Come on princess, it's getting late.” He led her away from the house as you and Daniel tried to suppress your laughter.

“Bloody hell Max can’t even go Trick or Treating with you without you finding a way to bully another driver.” Daniel smirked.

“He needs to learn his place.” Max shrugged, letting go of your hand to pick Leia up. She leant her head into his neck, evidently tired from the night she’d had. The four of you all went back to your place, Daniel passed out on the sofa. He planned to stay the night so he and Max could take Leia to karting practice in the morning. Leia was arguably one of the talked about kids at the races, not only for her talent which Max had clearly passed on but for the number of Formula 1 drivers that would come and watch her race.

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The next morning Max did his normal routine, got up and had a quick work out before making Leia and you breakfast and then he’d make sure Leia was ready for training. The pair of them would come into see you and Senna to say goodbye before leaving. Normally you would take Senna for a walk to the track so you could watch her last laps before returning home but like yesterday you felt awful.

Max had already left and Daniel had gone with him, leaving you alone to throw up your guts with just Senna by your side. You trudged to the bathroom, throwing up with Senna whining beside you.

“Fucking hell.” You pushed your hair back, looking at the dog with a small smile. “I’ll be okay honey.”

Your eyes fell to the cabinet in the bathroom. You had those thoughts in the back of your head for a few days now. It could be possible… but what would Max think? Especially after what happened last time. Taking a deep breath you grabbed a pregnancy test from the cabinet and took the test, your nerves getting the better of you as you sat on the floor with Senna. His head was laying in your lap as you waited.

The time was up and you grabbed the test.

“Shit…”

Positive.

You leaned your head back against the wall, tears pricking your eyes which only distressed Senna. The dog stood up and licked your face, letting out another whine as he walked closer to you. You wrapped your hands around the dog, crying into his fur before pulling back. “We’ll be okay buddy.”

Now you were currently waiting for an emergency ultrasound just to make sure you were in fact pregnant. Realistically you didn’t know why you were so scared of what was happening. You’d already had one child and managed to go through all of that on your own and now with Max by your side, it would be easier, right? The thing was you were still worried that when Max found out he’d get scared again and run off. He hadn’t been there when Leia was a baby and things are different when they’re younger, maybe he’d get stressed and leave again.

“Mrs Verstappen?” The nurse called you into the room. The memories of when you had Leia all came back, the feeling was a happy one, she was your entire world and although things had fallen apart between you and Max you wouldn’t change it because he came back and worked for what he had, he wouldn’t give it up, would he?

“And there the baby is, that small little circle.” The nurse pointed to the screen. “So I can confirm that you are pregnant, congratulations.” She smiled at you. “Does your husband know?”

“No, I’m going to tell him later.” You gave her a quick smile.

“That’s lovely, you’re about eight weeks.” She smiled as she printed a photo of the scan off. “And this is your second baby yes?”

“Yeah, I had my first eight years ago.”

“Wonderful, you had no problems last time?”

“No, things went well thankfully.”

“Good so you won’t be on our high-risk list. You can come back in about eight weeks and we’ll start running tests and do another scan.” She handed you the photo.

“Thank you.” You smiled as you took the photo, cleaning yourself up before bidding her goodbye and driving home to take Senna to the track.

With the photo in your pocket you took a deep breath as you approached Max. “Hey.”

He spun around and smiled brightly when he saw you. “Good morning love.” He planted a kiss on your lips. “How are you?”

“Good, where’s Daniel?” Your eyes started to scan the track.

“There.” He pointed to Daniel who was currently speaking to Leia. “He’s giving her a pep talk.” Your heart warmed at the sight before turning back to Max. Your husband picked up on your expression, he turned his body towards you, giving you his full attention. “What’s wrong?”

“I have news…”

“What?” Max took your hands in his but you only let him hold onto one as you pulled the ultrasound from your pocket before handing it to him.

“I’m pregnant Max, that’s why I felt so ill -”

“We’re having a baby?” His eyes widened.

“Yes…”

“I can’t believe it!” He grabbed you in his arms, spinning you around before kissing you all over your face. “We’re having another baby!”

“Yes we are.” You let out a small grin but your eyes were welling up with tears.

“What’s wrong darling? Don’t cry -”

“I’m just scared -”

“But why?” He cupped your cheeks. “You told me everything went well with Leia, why are you scared?”

“Because I don’t want you to leave again…” His heart sank at your words. Max wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest before planting a kiss on your head.

“I’m not making the same mistake twice my love. I promise you. I love you and Leia and I wouldn’t work this hard if I didn’t. I can never say sorry enough for what happened but this time I will get it right for you and for our little one.” Max knelt down and kissed your stomach. Hello little man.” His words making Senna growl at him. “Fuck off it’s my kid.” Max hissed at the dog.

“Little man?” You questioned. “We don’t find out the gender for a while yet.”

“I know but I have a feeling.” His smile grew. “We’re gonna have another little racer in the family.”

“Think they’ll take after you again?”

“Why wouldn’t they? When their Dad is as cool as I am -”

“What if they prefer Uncle Daniel.”

“Then Uncle Daniel can raise them.” Max teased as he kissed your stomach again which made Senna bark.

“I think that’s why he’s been so aggie with you.” Max stood back up on his feet as he looked deep into your eyes. “They say they know before you do, and evidently he knew.”

“He’s becoming a pain.”

“He’s just protective.”

“That’s my job.”

“I’m aware but when you go away he looks after us.”

“He better, do you know how many weeks you are?”

“Eight.” You leaned into his touch. “So the baby should be due in May… again.”

“Maybe we should call him Luke.”

“So adamant that it’ll be a boy, huh?”

“I have a feeling… he’ll have my eyes and your looks.”

“You think so?”

“Leia is a perfect mix of us, just has more of my attitude but I think he’ll be more like you with my eyes.”

“We will see.” The pair of you shared another kiss, this time Max deepened it rather fast, holding you close to him whilst he tugged on your bottom lip, smirking as you slightly moaned, his ego growing that he always had that effect on you.

The two of you pulled back but still kept your gazes on one another. “I guess we’ve got to tell Daniel that he’s going to be an Uncle again.” Max spoke.

“And Leia is going to be a big sister.”

This time he would be around for everything.

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tierneysodegaard · 2 years

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Baby Pink - Part 3 - Max's Version will be out tomorrow ;)

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tierneysodegaard · 2 years

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everytime u publish a new chapter about the pierre series an angel gains their wings💯

So this is the most poetic thing anyone's ever said to me. Thank you my love, that's actually really kind. The next part is here <3

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Dirty Secrets - Pierre Gasly x reader - Part Eight

Read Part Seven here

Pierre Gasly x female!reader

Summary: Being the golden girl of Mercedes was easy when your dad was Toto Wolff. You’d been his Personal Assistant for a while with no problems until Pierre Gasly started to sneak around with you. Toto would kill him if he found out he was sleeping around with his daughter. Let’s just hope you have a good concealer to hide those marks Pierre leaves on your neck every night.

Word Count: 3.2K

Warnings: Slight angst, fluff, smut 18+++, Pierre being a little shit

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The only communication you had with Toto during your time away was the odd text about work he needed you to prepare for a meeting. You'd speak the odd word in an online meeting but tried to keep quiet as much as possible without drawing attention to yourself or him. You now had to face Toto back at work. The drivers were racing in the 70th-anniversary race at Silverstone, the week before Pierre had managed to finish in seventh, something he was incredibly proud of but still wanted more.

He'd always wanted to win a race and he always had the determination to do that but since things with your Dad blew up his motivation grew. Not only did he want to prove to himself that he was capable of winning but he also wanted to prove to Toto he wasn't the lay-about driver he made him out to be.

You had been staying with Pierre whilst the weekend dragged on. Although Toto had booked you a room next to him you never used it. Staying with Pierre just made him hurt more, he knew he had made things worse, the bitterness and fear of his daughter getting hurt had gotten to him and he needed to make it right before Pierre made his move and he lost you.

"Nervous?" You asked Pierre as the two of you walked through the garages.

"Nope." He looked down with a smile. "Are you?"

"Think my Dad is the one who needs to be worried."

"I'm sure you'll smooth things over."

"He hopes."

"And you don't?"

"I miss him, why wouldn't I? It's rare we spend time away from one another but after what he said I don't exactly feel guilty."

"I don't blame you." Pierre wrapped his hand around your shoulder, pulling you into his side as you two approached the Mercedes garages. "I'll meet you after the race." He kissed the top of your head, smiling as he pulled away slightly. "We should go for dinner in the week if you want to stay with me for the next couple of races."

"I'd love to." You smiled up at him before speaking again. "Be safe out there."

"I will be." He gave you a wink. "I'll see you after."

"Bye Pierre."

Whilst the pair of you had the small interaction you didn't realise you two were being watched. Toto had watched the entire scene take place and every ounce of guilt he’d felt disappeared when he saw Pierre lay his hands on you. He already hated Pierre as it is but now he’d seen the pair of you share a kiss right before him his patience grew thin.

You walked inside of the garage, smiling and sharing a hug with Lewis before taking your usual seat beside Toto. “Afternoon.” You gave him a weak smile, trying to ease the tension but it didn’t seem to work.

“How are you?” Toto asked in a deadpan tone.

“Good, and you?”

“Hmm…” He hummed, trying his best to be nice but the thought of Pierre and you just made his skin crawl.

“How’s Susie and Jack?”

“They’re fine.”

“Good.” Taking a deep breath your eyes darted outside, watching as the drivers got ready for the race. Sensing things weren’t going as well as you had hoped Lewis came up behind you, resting his hand on your shoulder as he leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“He’s in a mood, he’ll come around.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side as he gave you a smile.

“Thank you.” You whispered back, mirroring his smile as he walked off to get ready.

Lewis had a point. Toto would come around eventually, you hoped anyway. Sure, the two of you had your small disputes and arguments, but the two of you had always bounced back and made up within a day, but now things just seemed different. He didn't even want to hold a conversation with you now.

I hope you’re right Lewis.

The race had started with Pierre in P7 but things wouldn’t go his way today. Lewis got away well, leading the race within the first few seconds. As the laps built up Pierre started to fall down the ranks, slowly losing out on the points. He’d done well after that though, he’d started to put in faster lap times however it wasn’t enough. He ended up finishing just outside the points at P11. You had a defeated look on your face as you glanced out to the track, something Toto noticed.

“And you still think he’s good enough to win a race?” Toto turned his head and looked down at you with an unimpressed look.

“You know what? I do think he can win a race. I’m that confident, I think he’ll win this year.” You shrugged him off, getting up and leaving the garage to watch the ceremony. You didn’t care for his pettiness right now. You knew you had nothing to apologise for and you certainly weren’t going to suck up to Toto just for an apology.

“y/n?” A soft voice called for you. Turning around you met the kind eyes of Susie. She held her arms open for you, engulfing you in a hug before she spoke again. “You look well love, how are you?”

“Thank you, yes I’m fine.” You gave her a slight smile. “How are you? And Jack?”

“He misses you a lot.” Her head turned to Toto. “So does he.”

“Doesn’t act like it.”

“It’s hard for him, seeing his daughter grow up -”

“Susie I grew up years ago. His problem is he’s afraid I’ll get hurt and whilst I appreciate that if I do get hurt then it’s my lesson to learn, not his.”

“I know…” She gave you a defeated look. “Did you two speak today?”

“Briefly.”

“I thought he might have apologised today…”

“Well if he had that in his head he clearly changed his mind.” Rolling your eyes you did your best to focus on the drivers receiving their trophies.

“I don’t like seeing this family be torn apart.”

“Tell that to Toto.” You gave her a look. “He started this, yes I understand both him and Pierre need to apologise to one another but he still didn't need to make those comments about me.”

“I know y/n.” Her weak smile grew. “I will talk to him, again… I can't promise anything but I will see what I can do.”

“You won’t have to do much.” Toto’s voice broke the two of you apart. “Can we talk? In my office?”

Taking a quick glance back at the trophy ceremony which was now ending you turned back to your Dad and gave him a slight nod. Toto turned on his heel and walked off in front of you, turning his head slightly to make sure that you were following him before picking up the pace. He needed this, you both did. As you left Susie had the word's most enormous grin on her face, hopefully, now the two of you would finally talk things through.

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The pair of you entered his office, Toto closed the door behind him, running a hand through his hair before taking a deep breath. His soft eyes met yours as he began to speak, laying his tryst in every word he spoke, hoping he could get through to you.

“First of all you’re right.”

“I’m aware.”

He gave you a look before speaking again. “I was being selfish, I don’t want you getting hurt and it’s your life to live not mine. As your Dad I should have supported what was happening no matter what I think of him and then if things went wrong I should be here to pick up the pieces. I shouldn’t have made that comment about you and the ones about Pierre. y/n I am sorry.”

“Do you mean it?”

“Every single word.” His eyes were sincere. “I promise you.”

“And what about Pierre?” You arched your brows.

“What about him?”

“Are you going to apologise to him too?”

“Maybe -”

“Dad!”

“He started it!”

“Are you four? This has nothing to do with who started it!”

“I still don’t like him.” He huffed.

“I’m not asking you to like him, I’m asking you to tolerate him whilst the two of us are friends.”

“Clearly more than that.”

“Stop it!” You held your arm out, scolding him like he was a child which only made him laugh.

“Alright, alright, I’ll work on an apology and talk to him.” Toto stepped forward, holding his arms out which allowed you to fall into his chest. He grabbed his arms around you, making sure you couldn’t leave that fast. The small feeling of a hug brought him so much joy. “And I’ll tolerate him, to an extent.”

You pulled away slightly looking up at him with a smile. “Good.”

“Does he make you happy?”

“Yes…”

“In what way?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you and him together?”

“No well… not that I know of. We’re just friends -”

“Who sleep together?”

“The very same relationship you had with my mother.” You hit back, stepping back with a grin which Toto mirrored.

“Enough about Gasly, are you flying to the next race with us or are you going with him?”

“Have you forgotten we all get the same flight?”

“I know but are you planning to sit with him or me?”

“Think I might pick Pierre, you snore too much -”

“And he doesn’t?”

“No actually.” You smiled. “He’s rather silent when he sleeps.”

“Don’t tell Susie,” Toto remarked. “She might leave me for him.”

“Can you blame her?” You teased as the pair of you left the office together. He still had work to do but it was a start, he showed that although he may hate Pierre he was willing to at least try and get along with him for you. You just hoped that was true.

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You were now boarding the plane with Toto and Susie when you turned your head slightly and met the eyes of Pierre. Everyone at F1 other than the few odd drivers all took the same plane to races. At the end of the day, it was cheaper that way and it made everything more enjoyable as you never had to sit next to a screaming child but rather an f1 driver who would reminisce on their karting days.

As you boarded Toto caught you constantly looking behind you, it was only when his eyes landed on the Frenchman he caught on to what or rather who you were looking at. He rolled his eyes at the interaction, fighting everything in his body that told him to make a comment but you’d only just forgiven him for everything that had happened a few weeks ago so he kept his mouth shut. If he wanted to keep you happy he’d just have to accept that his daughter had her sights on a Formula 1 driver.

As the three of your boarded Toto watched Pierre lean in and whisper in your ear, whatever he said made you laugh before he walked to find his seat.

“Go and sit with him.” Toto spoke, looking back at Pierre who had a seat free beside him and who was also watching you eagerly.

“You know that’s now how a plane works.”

“Look at your seat number then.” He gave you a light smirk as you checked your ticket, the seat you had was directly beside Pierre. “How did you -”

“First part of the apology. I’m not going to control your life, if you want to sit with him then I won’t stop you. I know you’d rather talk with him the whole flight than listen to me complain about how Verstappen won over Lewis.”

You gave him a quick short hug as you spoke. “Thank you.”

Perhaps Pierre and Toto would finally get along, one day.

You quickly walked down the aisle to a very happy Pierre. He leant back in his seat with a smug grin at the fact you’d chosen to sit with him rather than Toto and Susie after your actions clearly displayed that the two of you were back on good terms again.

“Couldn't stay away long huh?” He remarked as you placed your bags away.

“You can thank my Dad for that.” You moved to sit beside the window before shifting to face him. “Well done at the race by the way.”

“It was a shit race y/n don’t lie to me.”

“You’ve had worse.”

He let out a small grin at your optimism. “You have a point.”

“Exactly so don’t worry about it. You’ll improve next week, I know you will.”

“So full of optimism y/n.” He smiled. “How do you do it?”

“When you work in this sport you need to be full of it.”

“That along many other things.” He added.

“Exactly so take my word for it and be done with it. Realistically you can’t change what happened in the past so why linger on it? The more you linger on it the more opportunities that’ll pass you by and you might miss one that’ll change your life.”

Pierre looked at you, stunned by the words that had just come out of your mouth. Normally when he was pissed off everyone would just agree and move on but you would actually listen to him and give him advice.

God, he was falling hard.

“You’re perfect…” He muttered.

You were about to ask him what he said but the voice of the pilot brought the conversation to a halt but even after your seemingly innocent conversation Pierre also had another thing on his mind, a way to punish you.

“Do you remember I said to you I was going to punish you last time we slept together?”

“Yeah.” You looked at him just as the air hostesses did their final safety checks. “Why?”

“No reason.” His hand slid to your thigh. “Just wanted to see if you remembered really.”

“And if I didn’t?”

“Just another punishment that’ll be added to the list but right now you’re about to serve your first one.” His hand dared to go higher as he slowly traced patterns on your skin.

“Pierre we’re on a plane.”

“I’m well aware of that.” He smirked as he slipped his hand higher and towards where you wanted him. “But no one will hear you moan when the plane takes off, you know it can get loud.”

“Pierre there are people around us -”

“Then you better be quiet and not squirm or they’ll watch you cum over my fingers whilst the entire grid sits around us.”

“I fucking hate you.” You moaned those words as he slipped his hand under and into the thin material of your underwear, using his frame to hide what was happening between the two of you.

“Mon amour,” He leaned in to whisper in your ear. “You fucking love me.”

He might be right there.

He let his fingers trace your slit which only added to your wetness. Knowing anyone could look and see the two of you made you even wetter, not to mention he was a rival driver, to an extent anyway.

“Pierre don’t be a tease, not now. I’ll let you tease all you want later -”

“Why’s that love? Are you scared someone will see you getting all wet over my fingers?”

You gripped the seat even tighter as the plane started to take off. Your hips bucked slightly, an attempt for him to keep going.

“Christ you’re so wet… all for me…” He planted a kiss on your cheek as he slipped his fingers inside of you. The action alone makes you throw your head back slightly and let out a gasp. “Such a good girl for me y/n…” He angled himself so he could rub your clit with his thumb.

“Pierre please…”

“Please what?” He moved his fingers slowly before placing a small kiss to your neck. “Use your words, my girl, I know you can…”

“Please speed up.”

“What love?” His fingers moved quicker out of you before speeding up but it didn’t last long. He suddenly slowed down and moved back to fucking you on his fingers to rubbing your clit faster. “What do you want? Do you want me to fuck you fast or play with your clit fast?”

“Both!” You nearly moaned the word as you bucked your hips onto his fingers. “Please Pierre…”

“Beg.” He used his free hand to turn your jaw towards him before planting a sweet yet demanding kiss on your lips.

“Please Pierre, please I want to cum over your fingers.”

“Yeah?” He kissed you again. “How bad?”

“So badly Pierre, please. I want you.”

“Yeah?” He started to speed up, feeling the dampness spread across his fingers and onto your underwear. He smirked to himself knowing for the entire time you had them you would think of him and this moment. “Then cum sweetheart, cum all over my fingers whilst the entire grid sits near us, such a slut being so desperate for me right now.”

“If you’re lucky I’ll fuck you in the bathroom.” You gasped as you felt your orgasm approach you.

“Oh will you now?” He leant in again, kissing you again. “I think we both know I’ll be the one fucking you.”

“Make me cum and we’ll find out.”

Your words only made Pierre speed up and add more pressure to your clit. The feeling built up in your stomach, your hips started to buck against his hand, adding more pleasure. Pierre smirked at the way you now held onto his arm whilst you looked into his light eyes.

“Pierre I’m -”

“Cum for me. I don’t want you to hold back.”

Needless to say, you came hard around his fingers, trying your best to suppress a loud moan as the plane took off. Squeezing your legs as you came Pierre retracted his fingers from you, bringing them to his mouth so he could suck them clean.

“You taste so sweet…” His eyes darted back to your state, your head leant against the chair as you calmed your breathing. “You sure you can handle me fucking you in the bathroom.”

Turning your head you grinned, winking as you sat up and undone your seatbelt. “I’ll meet you in there Gasly.”

Pierre smirked to himself as he watched you walk off, a sway in your step which he watched with glee. Toto picked his head up as he watched you walk past him and headed off to the toilet. He didn’t pay much mind until he saw Pierre follow your actions a mere minute later.

“Are they?” He turned to Susie before looking back in the direction you and Pierre had walked off in. Susie followed his gaze, smiling and suppressing a laugh as she caught on to what he was alluding to.

“Well if they are, I hope you don’t need the toilet anytime.”

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Thank god u write a lot cause THEY ARE AMAZING!! Wish I could ask you for another oneshot every single day lol. Wondering would you write an another carlos and reader (one is never enough). Imagine you are working in the ferrari for a long time as their pr manager (maybe ofc started at the age of 19 with an internship and in there for over 6 years) and you were hardcore Seb fan, literally him being your big brother. You love Charles too, you know ferrari is favoring him over Seb and it's not his fault. However when Seb's seat is gone to Carlos you couldn't help but being irritated by Spanish, his kind behaviors towards anyone doesn't actually makes you believe in that he deserves the seat. You somehow managed to make him lose points/ get silly punishments in pr games just to make sure taking some of your revenge lol. Couple month later, he tries to confront you about your behaviours that's when you slipped out the idea that him just being his fathers boy and coming ferrari only to accept being under Charles all the time- the thing that Seb leaved for. That makes him go mad and changes his behavior towards you, kindness gone just a formal Carlos that literally makes you question your whole existence-understanding how much you actually get used to him being a gentleman, making you feel guilty for saying those things to him. And when the right time comes, in somewhere (after the party/ at the party/ on some club or wherever you would like ;) ) , you try to apologize or at least tell him that you were wrong however Carlos is not gonna let you go without giving you little bit of a lesson. The one that brats always deserve ;) Damn it was long ahhahaahah. I just love enemies to lovers so much 🥲

(Btw let me inform you that I also gave this idea to another writer asking for a one shot too previous week (nothing published yet) , I hope this doesn't make u uncomfortable. I want so much to see how you will turn this into a one shot cause I like your writing so much.)

Hello my love, thank you <3 You can read your request here ;) and no don't worry it doesn't make me uncomfortable, just makes me want to write it more because who doesn't like a little competition? ;)

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Pathetic - Carlos Sainz x reader

Carlos Sainz Jr x female!reader

Requested? Yes/No

Summary: When you first joined Ferrari Sebastian became somewhat of an older brother to you so when he leaves Ferrari and Carlos Sainz joins in his place you turn sour towards the Spanish driver. Carlos finally confronts you about your behaviour and after shit hits the fan he decides to put you in your place.

Word Count: 4.7K

Warnings: Angst, smut 18+++, degradation, slight BDSM, all that jazz ;)

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At nineteen you took a risk and joined Ferrari as a member of their PR team and now nine years later you were the head of the team and enjoy your job more than you could have ever imagined. You’d spent six years by their side, more specifically by Sebastian Vettel's side. He acted like your older brother, you already loved him before you joined the team what made everything between was how well the two of you got along. Sure you and Charles got along well with one another rather well but it was nothing like yourself at Sebastian. Everything was perfect, that was until Sebastian left and Carlos Sainz Jr joined.

The truth was you had no real reason to hate him, when he joined he was nothing but a gentleman to you. The reality was you were hurt when Sebastian left, sure you still saw him every day but it wasn’t like it used to be. You never got to write him into scripts anymore when it came to making promotional videos for the team, you never got to spend as much time with him as you used to.

Today you were currently setting up a challenge for Ferrari's Youtube channel. The idea was for the two of them to cook for one another and then present it to one another like they were waiters. Seems simple enough, right? Charles would easily be able to complete the task at hand but Carlos would struggle, not because he couldn’t cook but because you would make everything ten times harder for him.

“Morning.” Charles was the first to arrive, a smile on his face as he greeted you. “What are we doing today then?”

“Cooking.” You smiled, setting out a few final things. “Don’t burn the studio down please.”

“You of all people should know I can cook.” He winked as he walked over to his station, staring at his ingredients. “Going to make the best pasta you’ve ever had.” He smiled, watching as you checked the camera one last time.

“I won’t be tasting it, he will.” Your head turned slightly as you spoke the last two words. Carlos waltzed in with a charming grin on his face as he met your gaze.

“Morning y/n.” He spoke in his usual, annoying, kind voice.

“Carlos…” You mumbled to him as Charles just shook his head at your and his teammates' interaction.

“What are we doing today then?” The man asked, scanning the items you’d laid out.

“You’ll find out in a minute.” You snapped showing your clear feelings towards him. Carlos didn’t say a word to you after that, too busy sharing a hug with Charles to even care.

He always knew you had something against him. Ever since he joined you always gave him the cold shoulder and never wanted to engage in a conversation with him. Carlos never really knew why you didn’t like him, he’d been kind to you but for some reason, you never showed him that same kindness back.

He wanted to know the truth behind your coldness towards him but the fear of it annoying Charles always stopped him from doing so. He would much rather have his PR manager hate him than his own teammate. Maybe he’d ask you one day but for now, he just kept his head down and got on with things.

“Okay so…” You held some papers in your hand, standing by the camera as you gave the boys their instructions. “Today you two will be making your favourite dishes for one another. Try to keep swearing to a minimum, helps the editors and don’t say anything that’ll spark rumours, etc, you two know the deal. At the end, you will plate your food up and serve it to the other. Please don’t make too much mess because I have to clear it up but have fun, don’t be too serious.” You winked, mainly at Charles as you rarely wanted to hold eye contact with Carlos for very long. “And three… two… one…” You gave them the signal that they were being filmed.

“Hello, I’m Charles Leclerc.”

“And I’m Carlos Saniz.”

“And today we are going to be making our speciality foods.” Charles smiled, looking over to Carlos. “Carlos what are you going to make?”

“I am going to make a Paella Valenciana, it is a very famous Spanish dish, my family eat it a lot.” He smiled, flashing his charm to the camera which only made you roll your eyes. “And you?”

“Pasta.” Charles grinned.

“What just pasta?” Carlos looked as if someone had just thrown his food on the floor. “Plain pasta?”

“No!” Charles laughed, “I’ll make a sauce, throw in some vegetables and spices, I like to make it when I’m home. It’s just quick and easy and everyone who’s ever tried it likes it so I’m sure you’ll love it, Carlos.”

“How long do we have?” Carlos’ eyes fell to yours.

“An hour.” You tried to speak in a lighter tone, knowing that this was all being recorded and this would most likely stay in and you really didn’t want fans to call you a bitch for your lack of enthusiasm.

The two Ferrari drivers got to work, laughing and joking with one another as they cooked. You were sat by the camera, mainly watching Charles but your eyes did dart to Carlos occasionally. Despite your hatred for him, you couldn’t hate the way he looked. He was easy to look at if you put your feelings aside. His hair always fell so perfectly and anyone could see how his muscles practically screamed to be freed from his tight shirt.

“y/n…” Someone was calling your name but your mind was focused on Carlos. “y/n!” They spoke louder. You snapped your head to look at Charles who was now smirking as he caught on to who you were looking at. “Do you want to come and try it?” He held up a spoon.

You nodded with a smile, getting up you made sure you walked behind Carlos’ station and close to his cooker. Making sure the camera couldn’t see you, you raised your hand as you passed, turning the heat off. Carlos was too busy preparing his vegetables which he would add to the mix to even notice that his chicken had stopped cooking. You kept your attention on Charles as he lifted the spoon to your lips.

Carlos turned his head slightly, watching the pair of you interact. He rolled his eyes at the sight before focusing back on what he was doing but that didn’t last long. He kept stealing glances at the two of you and when you finally backed away he called out to you. “y/n? Want to try mine?”

“Nope.” You smiled sarcastically to him, patting his shoulder as you walked back to where the camera was. “You’ll probably give me food poisoning, you can’t even cook chicken right.”

“What?” Carlos scrunched up his face and looked down at his chicken which was no longer cooking. “I can cook it, it just turned itself off!” He wined, making Charles laugh as you gave him a wicked grin from behind the camera.

When the boys had finished you and a few crew members moved their stations out of the way and laid a table in the middle of the room. Charles set his food aside and sat at the table, giving a smile to the camera whilst Carlos held his dish, waiting for his cue to walk over.

The only thing he needed to do was step over the small mic wire which was taped to the floor and walk over to Charles, couldn’t be simpler right? You knew it was a stupid move and one that if someone found out what you’d done you’d been in a lot of shit but at the moment you didn’t care. Pretending your lace was undone you fell to the floor and tugged on the wire, trying not to bring attention to yourself. The tape which once held it to the floor no longer stuck meaning if Carlos wasn’t careful he’d trip and drop everything and that’s exactly what happened.

He took a couple of steps towards Charles when he was given his cue, not looking down at the floor he was unaware of the now raised wire which he inevitability fell over. A massive smash could be heard from the studio as his plate fell to the floor, breaking into pieces leaving a pissed-off Carlos to try and steady himself whilst his teammate burst out laughing.

��Mind the wire.” You smirked at him as his eyes met yours.

Carlos would normally brush off anything stupid you’d done. Ignoring your every move but this time you’d pissed him off just a little too much. This time he wanted to teach you a lesson and although he knew he’d have to wait, it would be worth it.

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Since that incident, you were yet to encounter Carlos again although that feeling of bliss from not seeing him would soon end. Today was full of meetings which you, unfortunately, had to attend. Most of the time you spent it trying not to laugh at something stupid Charles was doing but this time it was very different. Carlos, who never spoke a bad word about you in meetings spent the entire time arguing about your work. If he hadn't done anything to annoy you when he joined he certainly had now.

You stormed out of the meeting the moment it was over, not wanting to be around Carlos any longer than you had to be. You hadn’t got far when someone shoved past you, knocking you back into the wall for a second.

“What the fuck!” You spat at whoever pushed you. “What are you a fucking child?”

They spun around and you met the pissed-off eyes of Carlos Sainz. “I’m the child? You’re the one that can’t leave me the fuck alone.” He took a step forward, towering over you as he spoke. “What’s your problem with me huh?”

“My problem with you? You walk on your fathers money and name, he’s the reason you’re here. You suck up to Charles because that’s the only way you got a seat here!”

“You’re so pathetic y/n, every single day you can’t resist to piss me off. When I came here I could have made your life hell but I didn’t. I was nice to you but now…” He stepped forward again, looking down at you with a smirk. You tore your eyes from him but he grabbed your chin with his hand, pulling it so you looked back up at him. “I’m going to make you wish you left with Sebastian.”

Carlos walked away, leaving you to stand in the hallway on your own and take in what he’d just said to you. “See you at the party tonight.” He called out as he walked.

“Prick…” You huffed, turning on your heel to head back to your office. The thing is you normally would expect Carlos to calm down before your next meeting but Ferrari had planned a small party for tonight as a celebration for now being back in the fight for the world championship. You could just not turn up but Charles would soon be knocking down your door and demand you come out so you really had no choice.

Great.

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You waltzed straight into the party, your dress clinging to your curves as you walked. Your eyes scanned the room as you attempted to find Charles or someone else you could latch onto for the night when your eyes fell on an old friend. “Seb?” Your smile grew wide as the German turned on the bar stool, holding his arms out so he could hug you. “What are you doing here?” You mumbled into his neck as you embraced.

“Charles invited me.” He matched your smile as you pulled apart. “He said you could do with the company.”

You propped yourself up on the stool beside him, ordering a drink before returning to the conversation. “I’m not that lonely.”

“He said you haven’t really warmed up to Carlos yet.” He took a sip of his drink. “Is that true?”

“Yeah.” A sheepish smile appeared on your lips. “He’s a prick really.”

“Is he?”

“Shoved me into the wall earlier.”

“Was that before or after you tripped him up?” You snapped your head at him. “Charles told me.” A smirk fell onto his lips.

“Of course he did.” Rolling your eyes you started to drink. “He just sucks up to Ferrari, doesn’t care if they treat him like shit as long as he’s got his contact and he gets on with Charles.” Your head turned to scan the room.

“You know I couldn’t stay there forever y/n.” Turning your head back to face Seb you saw his sad eyes as he recalled the past. “I wish I could, towards the end you were one of the reasons why I stayed but I had to leave and you know that.”

“I know…”

“Maybe you’d be happier there if you spoke to Carlos, maybe apologise.”

“I’d rather not.” Huffing you leaned back on the bar. “He doesn't deserve my apology.”

“I also don’t think he deserves to be tripped over and embarrassed in front of the whole crew and not to mention the countless times you’ve embarrassed him during interviews which have been broadcasted on global television.” Sebastian gave you a sombre look. “I know it’s not the same but he’s been nice to you. I’m not saying you and him have to be best friends but at least try and get along with him, or be civil for the moment.”

Breaking eye contact with Sebastian you scanned the room, your eyes falling onto Carlos who was currently walking towards you and Sebastian, Charles by his side. “For me?” Sebastian's voice caught your attention again. You couldn’t exactly say no to him, it was Sebastian Vettel.

You didn’t have a chance to reply to him as Charles had already made his presence known. “Typical y/n, always with the past.” He winked before greeting Sebastian, keeping his attention leaving you alone with Carlos.

Turning on the stool to face him you met his gaze as you spoke. “Can we talk?”

“What?”

“I said can we talk?” You spoke louder as Carlos leaned down to hear you.

“I can’t hear you!” He gestured for you to follow him. “Come on.” You didn’t have much of a choice as he walked off. You hopped off the stool and followed him out of the bar and into a small hallway. Carlos opened the door to one of the toilets and looked back at you.

“Why do we have to go into a toilet?” You arched your brows. “Can’t we just talk out here.”

“We won’t be heard in there.”

“Why does it matter if someone hears us? We’re just having a conversation…”

“Just get inside.” He grew tired and held your upper arm, dragging you in before shutting the door and locking it behind you. He leant up against the door, his eyes scanning your figure before speaking. “You wanted to talk, go on.” He folded his arms, waiting for you to speak.

“I want to apologise -”

“Christ you must be drunk.”

“Can you let me finish or I’ll walk out of here.”

“I’d like to see you try.” He smirked but you brushed it off.

“I’m sorry for everything that I’ve done to you. I was so pissed off that Seb had left and the way he was treated at Ferarri that I took it out on you. What happened between Seb and Ferrari had nothing to do with you yet I still took it out on you and I’m so sorry.”

Carlos didn’t say anything he only studied your every single move. He unfolded his arms and stalked towards you, taking slow short steps towards you before stopping only inches in front of you. He looked down with a pitiful gaze. “Did you think I’d forgive you after that pathetic apology?”

You looked up at him, rolling your eyes you stepped away. “Oh fuck off Carlos.” You moved to open the door but he grabbed your arm and pushed you against the sink. His hands clutched the side of the sink, trapping you between him and the counter.

“You were doing so well mi amor…” He tilted his head, bringing one hand to move your hair behind your ear but letting his hand linger on your skin. “Shame that mouth of yours speaks such harsh words when it could be used for something more useful.” He smirked as his head ducked down, his lips ghosting yours.

“Yeah?” You whispered out. “My mouth would be too big for you.”

Carlos didn't say anything he only smashed his lips against yours. His hand which was lingering on your cheek moved to your hair, tugging on it as he roughly kissed you. Did you kiss him back, yes… why? You were unsure but right now you didn’t care. His teeth grazed your lip before tugging on the skin lightly. As you moaned his other hand wrapped around your neck, keeping you in place as the hand which was in his hand trailed down to your dress straps. He slipped each strap down your shoulder before moving to the zip. He quickly pulled it down, letting the thin material fall to your feet.

“Step out of it.” He demanded. You followed his words, stepping out and letting him kick the material aside. His eyes fell to your bare chest, a smirk growing on his face when he saw that you weren’t wearing a bra. “No bra? I always knew you were a slut.” His hand left your throat and went to your boob as the other held your hips in place. He attached his mouth to your nipple, sucking down whilst he played with the other with his hand.

You threw your head back, letting out a light moan which you did your best to suppress but his mouth and hands didn’t allow that. Carlos wrapped his teeth around your nipple, tugging on the bud and pulling it towards him. “Fuck!” You nearly screamed as he let go and attached his mouth to the other. He smiled against your skin, loving how only a few mere seconds ago you wanted to kill him but now you wanted to fuck him.

The hand which was on your other boob now slowly made its way to your underwear, he tugged on the waistband of the lace material, slowly pulling them down until they reached your ankles. He let his fingers slide across your slit, his head moving up to meet your eyes again. “So wet… such a slut for me…” He let his fingers tease your entrance. You let out a small whine at his teasing, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Aww, are you winning already?” He gave you a fake pout. “So pathetic…” His hand left where you needed him the most and spun you around so you faced the mirror.

He grabbed your hair and pushed you down so you were laying flat down across the sink counter with your ass in the air. “So pretty…” He scanned your body, eyeing up your ass as he let his hand leave your hair. “Do not move or you’ll be punished even more than you already will be.” Carlos suddenly slapped your ass which made you jump. You lifted one of your legs trying to shield your ass from him slapping it again. “Don’t you even think about it.” He slapped your ass again. “You aren’t moving until I can see my hand print on your ass.” He slapped it again.

“Carlos…” You whined.

“No point in whining now brat, you deserve this.” He slapped your ass again, harder this time. “If you want to act out of line I’ll treat you how you deserve to be treated.” He slapped you again, this time you moaned, throwing your head back at the pain yet pleasure you could feel. Carlos grabbed your hair, hoisting you up so you fell into his chest. He slapped your ass again, watching as tears started to well up in your eyes. “Can you handle one more? Hmm?” You nodded, looking at him through the mirror. He spanked you one last time before his hands soothed your skin which now displayed a handprint belonging to him. Carlos kissed your cheek as he spoke. “Good girl, see… I knew you could be a good slut for me.”

“Don’t let it inflate your ego, you’re still a dick…”

“Such a dirty mouth.” He spun you around again as he started to unbuckle his jean belt. “I think we should put it to good use.” Grabbing your hair he pulled you down to your knees. He pushed his jeans down and started to pump his cock through his boxers. You placed your hands on his thighs, leaning your head against his leg and looking up at him through your lashes.

“Please…” You begged.

“Don’t try and act all good now, we both know you’re a slut.”

“Don’t act like you don’t love it.”

“You look so pretty on your knees…” His free hand took hold of your chin, swiping his thumb across your skin as he slipped his thumb in your mouth, moaning as he watched you suck on it. You looked up at him, maintaining eye contact as you sped up. “Such a good girl for me…” He took his thumb out of your mouth, swiping it across your bottom lip. “But you’d look so much better with my cock in your mouth…”

“Prove it.” You dared him. Carlos didn’t need to be told twice. Pulling his boxers down he let his karge cock spring free and slide into your mouth. His size was impressive and you certainly couldn’t fit him all in your mouth. You took him as deep as you could and started to slowly move around him. Letting the tip gently touch the back of your throat until you pulled off completely and just focused on the tip. You let your tongue glide across him and swallow all of his precum. Your eyes met him as you sunk back down onto him, your hand working at the base where you couldn’t quite reach him.

Carlos was in pure bliss at your actions, hissing at the pleasure he shut his eyes, throwing his head back slightly before muttering a few words in Spanish. You moaned around him which only made him restless for you. He held your head in place before bucking his hips towards you, making his cock roughly hit the back of your throat. You gagged around him, pulling away to catch your breath which only made him smile down at you before grabbing your hair again and moving your lips to wrap around him once again.

You continued to work on him, your head bobbing up and down as your hand moved around him. “You’re gonna make me cum if you aren’t careful.” You took your mouth off his cock, licking from the base to the tip before speaking.

“Good, that is the plan.” You went to wrap your lips around him again but he stopped you. He grabbed your throat, pulling you up from your knees and onto your feet as he placed a light kiss on your lips before spinning you around again. He let you lean over the counter as he bent down searching for something. “What are you doing?” You asked as he stood back up, holding your lace panties in his hand.

“Put your wrists behind your back, now.” You moved your chest so you were lying flat against the counter once again before placing your hands behind your back. “Good girl, see how easy things can be when you shut that mouth of yours and listen.”

“Don’t let it get to your head.” You replied as you felt him tie your hands with your underwear. He tugged on the material, making sure you wouldn’t get loose.

He lined himself up with your entrance, pulling on your hair once again so you could watch him enter you through the reflection. Carlos didn’t waste a second as he slammed his hips into you, filling every single inch of you.

“Fuck.” You moaned.

“Good girl…” His hands soothed your skin as he leant forward to place a kiss on your shoulder. He slowly pulled out entirely before pushing all the way back in. He repeated his action until he felt you relax around him. Your wetness started to fall down your legs as he started to speed up. “Look how pretty you look, getting all filled up by me.”

“Please…” You moaned out, begging for him to play with your clit so you could get release.

“Please what slut?”

“Please play with my clit Carlos please, I want to cum…”

“Oh yeah?” He snaked his hand around to your clit, slowly teasing it as his thrusts sped up. “I thought you said ‘don’t let it get to my head’? Hmm?”

“Please just shut up and fuck me…”

“Imagine if the team saw you like this… moaning and begging the man you claim to hate. Begging him to fuck you like some cheap whore.”

“You couldn’t even fuck me that good -” Your words were cut off as he grabbed your throat again, adding pressure around your neck as he sped up. His other hand worked against your clit, the sensations building up in your lower stomach.

“Oh yeah?” He whispered in your ear. “I’m going to fuck you so good I’ll be the only one you’ll think of, anytime you try and get with anyone else it won’t ever feel the same. You’ll just be thinking of me the entire time. You’ll just be begging me to fuck you everywhere.” His thrusts had started to turn sloppy and your legs had started to shake slightly as you felt your high approach.

“Fuck Carlos… please can I cum?”

“Wait.” He instructed, thrusting a little harder as he moved your leg to rest on the counter, letting him get even deeper as he grew closer to his high. His head fell forward as he sped up one last time before speaking. “You can cum now…” As he spoke your orgasm washed over you. If it wasn't for the loud music outside every single member of the team would have heard you moan as Carlos made you cum.

Feeling you clench around his cock Carlos pushed himself completely inside of you and came inside. He stayed inside of you as he rode out his high before resting his head against your shoulder. He took a few deep breaths before letting your leg fall back to the floor. Kissing your shoulder he slowly undid the makeshift restraints around your wrists.

“You were so good for me…” He slowly pulled out and stepped back, leaving you to prop yourself up on the sink, catching your breath. Carlos got dressed and handed you your dress with a wink. You accepted it from him before looking around the bathroom for your underwear.

“Carlos?”

“Hmm?”

“Where’s my underwear?” Carlos smirked and held up the lace material before stuffing it into his pocket. “Carlos I need that!” Hissing you stepped forward as he unlocked the door.

“Start running your mouth like that again and I’ll have to get you back on your knees again. You don’t seem to complain as much when my cock is in your mouth.” With that he stepped out of the bathroom, leaving you with just your dress to put on.

You really had no choice but to leave the bathroom with no underwear and the feeling of Carlos’ cum dripping down your legs.

That apology went better than expected.

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