hi hi

your intuition was confirmed when you saw angie, mick’s australian shepherd, heading in your direction with her tail wagging in excitement. she’d clearly missed you as much as you missed her, the usually well-behaved ball of fluff almost knocking you to the floor and walking all over you in her haste. “hey, angie, baby!” you smiled widely, rubbing the spot behind her ears and kissing her nose, to which she responded by licking long stripes up your nose. “where’s daddy, hm, is daddy here too?” 

“i could get used to being called that,” mick peered around the corner from your living room, and as soon as you saw him you dropped everything and ran. he anticipated the hug, opening his arms wide for you as you jumped into them, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, knocking the air out of him in the process. mick smiled as he smelt the familiar scent of your shampoo, and he couldn’t help but hum. “i’ve missed you so much, babygirl.” 

“i’ve missed you more,” you smiled, wriggling out of his arms to drop your feet to the floor, “daddy.” you watched his cheeks turn red and his lips curl up into a smirk as you said the words, and you pressed your lips to his. 

mick clearly enjoyed it because of the way he kissed you, one hand on your back while the other rested on your cheek, like a fairytale kiss. the moment could’ve easily continued, but it was paused momentarily when polly clawed her way back through the open window - you were lucky enough to have a bottom floor apartment that had grass and shrubbery outside of it so that polly could get some air if she wanted to. 

“what’re you doing here?” you asked, “i thought we said next weekend.” 

mick shrugged and kissed you once more, each time making your heart skip a beat more than the last. “we did,” he said, “but i cleared my whole schedule for the next week so i can be with you,” a smirk grew on his face and he spun you around 180 degrees, wrapping his arms around your waist as he kissed down your neck, “plus, with no flatmate for ten days that means we can fuck wherever we like.” 

you blushed heavily at his sentence, and swatted his bicep – which had gotten bigger since you last saw him – with the back of your hand. 

“you’re such a man, mickie.” you teased, scoffing at his comment once it had sunk in. 

“and you’re so beautiful,” he hummed, kissing your neck once more. his hands skimmed under your work shirt, untucking it from your trousers and letting his cool fingers drag along your hot skin. your breath hitched when he began to unbutton the shirt, his lips still on your neck as he worked on the buttons, humming to himself proudly when he got them open. 

you shivered in his embrace when he ran his fingers up your stomach, and when he pinched your nipples between his thumb and forefinger delicately, he knew instantly that he hadn’t felt this bra before. 

“is this a new bra?” 

“mhm,” you nodded sheepishly, spinning around in his embrace before he could do it for you, and when you did, his breath hitched. “do you like it?” 

mick pushed the shirt off of your shoulders and watched as it pooled at your ankles. his fingers came to hook underneath the straps and down to your boobs, where he groped them softly. “like it?” he questioned, “baby, i love it.” 

he had every right to be in awe, the colour suited your skin tone perfectly and mick knew how much you loved it. 

“can i take it off?” he asked, reminiscent of the first night you spent together, and when you nodded he wasted no time. 

the bra pooled at your feet and you whined ever so softly when his lips latched around one of your nipples. you worked at unbuttoning his jeans, helping him shimmy out of them until they hit the floor. 

“get on the floor for me, baby,” mick cooed, helping you down to the soft, plush carpet, where you sat with your back against the foot of the sofa. mick didn’t waste any time once more as he helped you free yourself of your work trousers, tossing them behind him with a thud. “may i?” he asked, hooking your underwear between his fingers, and when you nodded he pulled the thin, lace material from your legs too, barely even recognising that they matched the bra. 

you pulled at his t-shirt as he got comfortable on his stomach, pulling you closer to him by your legs until you were laid flat on the ground. he licked an experimental stripe up and down your pussy and you jolted, your mouth immediately falling open, and when you tugged on his hair, he began to find a slow, steady rhythm for his tongue. 

“god, mick,” you moaned, “you feel so good, please don’t stop.” 

if there was one thing mick loved, it was your vocality in bed. you never failed to give him an ego boost, and he never failed to give you an orgasm. he reached out for your hand, and with one reaching to tug on his hair, you slung your legs over his shoulders and he grabbed your free hand. 

“god, Y/N,” he groaned, pulling away momentarily, “you taste so sweet, just like a fuckin’ strawberry.” 

you hummed, arching your back as his free fingers circled your entrance, teasing the wetness from you. “mickie, no teasing,” you pouted, “please, i need them so bad.” 

mick pulled his mouth away from you momentarily to bring his face up to yours. “how can i ever say no to that voice?” he cooed, pushing two of his fingers inside of you. your face scrunched up in pleasure, mouth forming into a silent O as he curled them in come hither motions. 

he dropped his head back down to your clit, focussing his tongue on flicking back and forth, side to side and figure of eights to help bring you to your orgasm. the noises you were making were like music to his ears, and he wished he could have them on replay in his mind forever, but then he’d never get any work done. 

mick’s hips began to rock steadily against the floor to relieve himself of the pressure of his throbbing dick, and as he did so he began to moan. the cacophony of noise filling your living room would undoubtedly be heard by your neighbours, but you didn’t care. 

“holy fuck!” you cried when mick added a third finger, and he began to squeeze at your other hand with his as he moaned, the vibrations sending tingles up your spine. you could feel him everywhere, all over you and in that moment you couldn’t help but burst – you could barely even get your words out before you came. 

even mick began to pant as he pulled away from you, his chin and fingers glistening in your wetness. he looked so innocent, yet so incredibly attractive and you found it so endearing. he slid up to you, and you carefully brought his fingers to your mouth, sucking on them and swirling your tongue around them as if you were doing it to his dick. 

“shit, Y/N, i love it when you do that,” he said, wiping the hair from your face, “but we have all week to make up for lost time, so let’s not rush it, hm?” 

you nodded, pulling away from his fingers. “do you wanna stay in here or shall we move to the bedroom?” 

“here’s fine, gorgeous,” mick crooned. you helped him as best you could from your position now being back on the floor, “anywhere’s fine as long as it’s with you.” 

you faked a gag and mick laughed, digging his fingers into your ribs as he set himself up above you. his hair had now grown out and it had began to flop back over his face which you loved so much. “you’re such an unbelievably hopeless romantic, mickie,” you teased, running a hand along his cheek. 

“only for you, darling,” he replied, lining himself up with you. 

mick’s hand found yours again, fingers entwining as he pushed into you softly and slowly, the tip coating itself in your wetness. he pulled out again straight after, mirroring what he said earlier on about not rushing himself this evening, and every time he pushed inside of you a little bit more until eventually he was buried inside of you. 

your eyelids fluttered shut as he pushed out half way and then back in, unused to the feeling after almost a month without it – without him. “can we stay like this, mickie? ‘s been a while, i need to adjust.” 

“whatever you need, angel.” mick leaned down and pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose, and rubbed his against yours in an eskimo kiss straight after, a feeling that left you bubbly inside. 

a few minutes passed of you two just sitting in that moment, with tender kisses and sweet touches, and everything felt so perfect. “i’m ready now, mickie,” you hummed, and with that, mick pulled out of you fully and pushed back in. 

you squeezed at his hand, a sharp intake of breath forming as he picked up a soft but steady rhythm on top of you. the noises coming from your mouth were truly heavenly in mick’s eyes, he’d never heard sounds so beautiful. 

“you’re doing so well for me, princess,” he cooed, “so fuckin’ pretty.” 

“you feel so good, mick, so deep.”

the heightened praise your boyfriend was giving you made every crevice of your body tingle, and mick knew how the words made you feel, especially when he spoke them. mick’s hips began to fall out of rhythm as you began to clench around his dick, and he couldn’t think of anything else but how well you were taking him. 

“you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, pausing for a moment while you were on the brink of orgasm, “so fuckin’ beautiful for me, baby –” he began circling your clit with his forefinger, “-- god, i love you.” 

“i – fuck, mick, i love you too,” you braced your hands on the back of mick’s neck and pulled him in gently, which in turn gave him the upper hand on making sure you kept your eyes on him. “‘m gonna cum, mickie, please can i?” 

“keep your eyes on me, babygirl,” mick whispered, squeezing your hand once again, “promise you’ll keep looking?” 

“mhm,” was all you could say in that moment, your brain completely clouded with thoughts of your second orgasm. within seconds, you were cumming around him, keeping your eyes open albeit a struggle, and mick’s hips fell staccato as you did so, the way your pupils expanded as you came and the way you moaned made it difficult for him to hold off on his own. 

you panted, closing your eyes momentarily before mick pulled out of you. you’d played this game several times before, forgoing the condom and then mick swiftly having to get to his knees before any accidents happened. 

you outstretched your tongue without a single word, and mick crawled over to your side on his knees as he used one hand to pump himself. you still laid flat on the floor, but one of your hands had moved to caress his balls above you, and as you did he came with a loud cry of your name. 

mick flopped down to your side, snagging the blanket that was on the sofa and covering the pair of you with it. he kissed your hair as you laid on his chest, much like he always did. 

“i mean it,” mick hummed, “i love you, angel.” 

“i know, mickie, i love you too,” you leaned up to kiss his lips, “having you here for a whole week’ll feel like we live together.” 

mick smiled at your obliviousness, knowing he’d been dropping hints about the pair of you moving in together for months. “why don’t you move in with me at the end of the week?” 

“sorry?” you asked, shifting to face him now with a big smile, “are you serious?” 

“of course i am, i’ve been dropping hints for months now, baby,” he kissed you once more, “i don’t need a definitive answer now, but we’ll call this week a trial run – a taster session of living with me, if you will.” 

The house smelt like a bakery when Mick got back in from taking Angie on her walk. “Baby?” He calls, venturing into the house after unclipping Angie’s leash. 

You were in the kitchen, taking a tray out of the oven. “Oh hi,” you smile, the counters lines with pans and trays; cookies, cupcakes, cakes and pastries. 

Mick swears he wasn’t gone that long; he’s wondering when and why you baked all of this. “What’s this for?” He asks you, sneaking a cookie off a counter. 

“Seb mentioned the girls were having a bake sale at school and Hanna has enough to do with the baby so I offered to make stuff.” You tell him, turning off the oven. 

You had your back turned to Mick when Angie comes running over with her leash, reminding Mick to put it away. He leans down to scratch the spot behind her ear, taking the leash from her; “good girl.” 

You turn around way faster then you should and Mick notices how your eyes have lit up. You soon realize he was speaking to Angie, your cheeks go red. 

Mick was quick to put two and two together, letting Angie run off to the living room. “Did you think..” he trails off but you shook your head, “no! I was just... I thought you were talking to yourself,” you chuckle, lying though your teeth as you pack the cooled off cookies into a bowl. 

“Oh,” he hums, stepping behind you and his arms wrap around your waist. “Because you know,” he whispers, peppering kisses along your neck, “you are my good girl, aren't you?” 

You swear you could feel your heartbeat in places you didn’t even know you could feel it. After letting out a shaky breath, you nod. 

“I want an answer sweetheart, I know you can answer me.” 

“Yes Mick.” 

first post: fingering & ruben dias

you’re needy & he’s fed up of your whining, but a quick fix at dinner with his fingers should shut you up.

second post: thigh riding / praise & carlos sainz jr

it’s not your fault that seeing carlos in golf shorts makes you needy.

third post: age difference / innocence kink & lewis hamilton

mercedes’ new intern looks too good to be true, and lewis just can’t help himself when she wants it just as much as him.

fourth post: overstimulation & pierre gasly

pierre likes to push you to your limits in the gym, so when he offers to push you to your limits elsewhere, who are you to turn it down?

fifth post: breeding kink / body worship & mason mount

mason loved seeing you with kids and the thought of having one of your own drove him insane; besides, the thought of you pregnant was a thought he needed to make reality.

sixth post: face sitting / (slight) dom/sub & charles leclerc

charles has been away for three weeks, and when he comes back so desperate to taste you, you’d be a fool to turn him down.

seventh post: post-shower sex / spanking/punishment & mick schumacher

mick overhears you in a conversation over the phone talking about sex with him being a bit vanilla, and he knows just how to change your mind.

eighth post: bondage/blindfolds/gagging / lingerie / vibrators & lewis hamilton

lewis has a day full of meetings, and he loves leaving you desperate, so he decides to keep you sitting pretty (literally) in the office while he’s on calls.

ninth post: orgasm denial / edging & carlos sainz jr

you’ve done nothing but tease him since you got off the plane, and carlos is sick and tired of you having the upper hand, so he makes sure to put you in your place.

tenth post: hate sex & mason mount

you think he’s a fucking arsehole, but then he bends you over declan’s bathroom sink at the halloween party and you can’t help but let some foul words slip out.

eleventh post: no touching / dildo’s & ruben dias

all you want is to feel him inside of you, but when he finds a new dildo in your bedside drawer, ruben has other ideas.

twelfth post: in public / vouyerism & pierre gasly

pierre gets off on watching you, and there’s nothing better than doing it in public.

thirteenth post: sleepy sex / cockwarming & charles leclerc

charles’ alarm clock is non-existent when he’s buried inside of you.

fourteenth post: recording/filming sex (consensual) / counting spanks/orgasms & mick schumacher