It was friday night, and I was relaxing on the couch. Some random movie was playing on TV, but I wasn't even paying attention, just scrolling through pictures on my phone. Nothing could pull me out of that trance—except for him. My brother walked into the house talking loudly on the phone, and right behind him came Daniel, his childhood best friend and the person I have the biggest crush on in the world.

They met as kids when they used to go karting together. I always tagged along to the races, but as we grew up, I made my own friends and drifted away from that world. Despite that, we still interacted; every now and then, we’d react to each other’s Instagram stories or chat a bit when he was over. Because of that, he stopped being just "Daniel Ricciardo, my brother’s best friend" and became "Daniel Ricciardo, my brother’s hot friend"—as if the second part was just a bonus.

Today, he walked through the door wearing a black shirt, a white cap turned backward, a toothpick in his mouth, and a bottle of whiskey in his hand. When he looked at me, he flashed that delicious smile of his—the one that lights up the entire room. I locked my phone and sat up on the couch, smiling back at him.

“Hey, y/n.”

“Hey, Danny!”

“How are you doing?” he asked, sitting down next to me and resting the bottle on his lap.

“I’m good. You too, apparently,” I said, pointing to the bottle. “Drinking the night away today?”

He flashed that smile again, playing with the toothpick in his mouth. God, that mouth...

“Yeah. We’re calling some friends over, having a little get-together here. You down, or do you have something more interesting to do this Friday?”

More interesting than getting drunk with you? Never. But I wasn't going to say that out loud.

“I kinda do, but if you really want me here, I guess I can cancel.” (No, I didn't have any plans).

“Oh, I definitely want you here. Please cancel your plans,” he pouted, making me laugh.

“No problem, I’ll let him know I can’t go out tonight.”

“Oh, so you had a date tonight?” Why wouldn't I pretend I had a date? It didn't matter what I was actually going to do, only what he thought I was going to do.

“Something like that.”

“Well, now I want you to stay even more.”

“Okay, I’m staying,” I laughed, already standing up. “I’m just going to change into something better.”

I turned to head to my room and could feel his eyes on me. On my ass, to be honest. I wasn't dressed badly—I was just comfortable—but I could put on something a bit cuter. Once in my room, I threw on a simple black dress, let my hair down, and put on some blush and mascara, just to step it up a bit. I didn't take long, but it was enough time for their friends to arrive. Childhood friends, Formula 1 friends. A small gathering.

When I came back out, my brother was putting more drinks on the table and complaining about something at work. He gave me a kiss on the head, greeting me, and kept talking to one of his friends. Daniel was in a corner of the kitchen, juggling the same bottle he had earlier while Max and Lando laughed. When he looked up and caught me staring, he smirked at me.

“A shot, Ms. y/n?”

“A double, please, Mr. Daniel.”

“Coming right up.”

I walked over and said hi to the guys, taking my half-full glass from Danny’s hand and leaning against the counter. Hours passed with side conversations filling the house. Every so often, my brother had a habit of inviting his friends over for drinks to help everyone unwind. It never got out of hand—we’re all adults who know our limits, right?

At one point, I took a mirror selfie in the hallway and posted it to my Instagram story with Doja Cat’s Candy playing in the background. Ten minutes later, while I was talking to Max and someone I didn't know in the living room, a notification popped up on my phone.

“Daniel Ricciardo replied to your story.”

I opened Instagram just to see the “🥵” emoji sent by Danny. I looked up, trying to find him, only to see him standing next to my brother, looking directly at me and smiling. I crossed my legs before replying, but then he started typing again.

“Don’t do that, that’s mean.”

I laughed. “Do what?” I sent back.

“Cross your legs knowing I’m watching you.”

“I didn’t do it on purpose, but I’m glad you liked it. By the way, bold of you to text me while standing right next to my brother.”

“Hahaha he’s already drunk, he won’t notice. Honestly, he wouldn’t notice even if we left right now.”

“Is that an invitation?”

“Only if you want it to be.”

I let out a genuine laugh, catching Max’s attention. I put a hand on his shoulder and excused myself. I stood up, feeling the alcohol hitting me slightly. I looked at Daniel and walked to the end of the hallway to the bathroom, pulling the door shut behind me. In less than ten seconds, the door opened and closed again. Before I could even process his presence in the room, his hand was on my waist, lifting me up and sitting me on the sink. His hands were on the counter on either side of my body, his face inches from mine.

“I won’t do anything you don’t want.”

“If I didn’t want anything, I wouldn’t be here.”

His eyes flickered between my eyes and my mouth, so I ran my tongue over my lips, wetting them. He chuckled and leaned back a bit, scanning my body as I sat on the sink, my thighs tight against the black dress.

“You’ve teased me before, but today you’ve reached your peak.”

“If I teased you before, it wasn't on purpose. I can't take the blame for other days.”

“So you admit you put this dress on on purpose today?”

“Guilty,” I said, raising my hands.

That was all it took for Daniel to bury himself in my lips, one hand on my waist and the other tangled in the hair at the nape of my neck. I opened my mouth for his tongue, and he deepened the kiss, gripping my side firmly. I grabbed onto his shirt and opened my legs so he could fit between them. The hand in my hair slid down to my neck, while the hand on my waist moved to the outside of my thigh, slipping slightly under my dress.

Daniel moved his kisses down to my neck and spread my legs wider, his hand reaching for my crotch. He stopped kissing me and looked at me with wide eyes when he realized I wasn't wearing underwear.

“You’re not wearing panties.”

“I don’t wear panties at home.”

“Holy shit, y/n, you’re going to drive me crazy.”

He went back to kissing my mouth while sliding a finger into my wet heat, making me moan against his lips. He pulled back to look at my face as he added another finger inside me. My eyes were closed and my lip was between my teeth, holding back my moans as much as I could while he moved in and out of me.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.”

I opened my eyes only to see his full of lust and desire for me.

“God, Danny! Don’t stop, please,” I begged, grinding against his fingers.

“Don’t come yet, love, I want to taste you first,” he whispered in my ear. “I want you coming in my mouth and moaning my name.”

Damn. Is it possible for this man to get any hotter?

Yes. Every second he does, and right now, kneeling in front of me, looking at me and ready to go down on me, he is delicious. Danny pulled me to the edge of the bathroom counter and buried his face between my legs, licking my clitoris and feasting on everything I had to offer. I did my best to stifle my moans because, even though we were a bit away from the rest of the house, someone could still hear me. Clearly, Daniel didn't care; he didn't give me a moment to breathe, and I could feel my orgasm getting closer and closer with every flick of his tongue and every thrust of his fingers.

“Dan... I’m going to come, don’t stop!” I gasped between breaths.

He picked up the pace, and I threw my head back, feeling the whole bathroom spin. I gripped his shoulder, trying to find something solid to hold onto. Daniel stood up, putting a hand on my waist to steady me on the counter. When I looked at him, he was licking his fingers, coated in my cum. Then he kissed my neck, working his way up to my lips.

“You taste better than I imagined.”

“Spent a lot of time thinking about that, Daniel?”

“A few years,” he said. I looked at him, shocked by the confession, and he laughed. “What? Not you?”

“My vibrator’s name is Daniel... what do you think?” He let out that signature, hearty laugh.

“I wasn’t expecting that,” he said, kissing me softly while holding me close. I could feel his hardness pressing against me.

“I think we need to go back before they miss us.”

“Yeah, I think so too.” I looked at his pants and then back at him, laughing. “Better if you go first... I won’t be able to get rid of this with you standing here.”

“No problem,” I laughed. “But you better find a way to get me to your place tonight.”

“Oh, leave that to me.” He smiled, kissing me again, this time a bit more tenderly.

I fixed myself up as best as I could and opened the bathroom door, checking the hallway before stepping out. I looked back one last time before Danny and I went separate ways.

“Finally!”