#f3 x reader

Before he jumps into his bed, he can't help but just stare at you. How you're so peaceful, cute pajamas on, hair all over the pillows. It's always been a joke from his friend group that he's a simp for you, but he truly is. You didn't even do anything and he already has a boner simply from appreciating your beauty.

"Fuck..." He mumbles as he reaches in his boxers, stroking his hard on. He gets on his knees on the bed, using his free hand to caress the small of your back that wasn't covered due to you moving a lot in your sleep. The soft skin touching his hand made him want more, need more.

Thankfully you both agreed before to allow the other to do whatever you want when they're sleeping. And Pepe has never been more grateful for this rule until now. He quickly reached for some lube in the nightstand's drawer, rubbing it all over his dick to make sure it wouldn't hurt.

His dick curves up to touch his stomach, the cold lube touching his belly made him hiss a little. But that didn't matter, as he slowly and gently pulled down your pajama pants and panties. It was like he was teasing himself just from getting a view of your cunt.

As if you would break from a gust of wind, his fingers softly touch your cunt. Rubbing it in circles in a gentle motion. You twitch from the touch, the feeling of the leftover lube from his fingers making you feel cold. But you didn't wake up. Instead, you just moved your body to face away from Pepe.

You facing away on your side, with your thighs touching together, only gave Pepe a better view of you . And also a tighter position to fuck you in. Pepe can't help but chuckle slightly, thinking that it's your body's instinct to get into one of his favorite positions.

He can't hold back anymore, propping both of his arms around your body as he positions his dick at your entrance. And like usual, he slips his tip in. Barely. You're too tight to even take more than the tip.

"Ow," you mumble loudly, blinking your eyes awake. As your eyes piece together the puzzle in front of you, you're met with Pepe sinking his head down into your neck.

"I'm sorry, cariño." He says in a groan as he pushes further into you, making your insides burn from the stretch. "Couldn't help it."

You moan lightly against his shoulder blade. To let him in easier, you move onto your back and slip your leg under his chest, putting you in missionary. Which is actually Pepe's favorite position.

His big frame became 10x times bigger when he was with you. His towering height, slight muscles, and masculinity were all exploded to an extreme level with you. You loved it and so did he.

Even though you feel the sting from him stretching you out, he's still not fully in yet. He had about an inch and a half that he needed to get in you. You moan again, wincing slightly as he begins to coo at you.

He balances his entire weight onto one arm, using his free hand to move the hair out of your face. His fingers caress your cheek and trace your jaw. "It's okay, it's okay" he whispers to you. "I'll wait."

And he kept his word, waiting until you give him a sign that you're ready. But he's not a jerk about it, that's the last thing he wants to be. He's patient and slow. Thrusting in and out so gently, as if you would break. He's loving it, feeling every bit of you wrap around him and each centimeter of him being soaked by you. Kissing all around your neck and lips, making sure you knew how much he loved you.

But for you, this is teasing. You're practically soaking the entire bed by the time he begins to finally pick up his speed. And the only reason he even began to go faster was because you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him into you aggressively.

"Faster?" He asks, making sure he understands you. You nod, letting a moan slip out from him thrusting in you yet again. "You sure?" A smile creeps onto his lips. Again you nod, knowing exactly what his smirk means.

And he starts. Thrusting in an out at a pace that had the bed frame hitting the wall. He moved one hand to pin both of yours onto the bed. The other hand was busy caressing your boobs and waist. Playing with your nipple and then admiring your curves.

He moved his head down from your neck, now facing your breast. His lips met your breast, sucking on them and twirling your bud with his tongue. All while thrusting in and out of you whilst the other hand was holding your waist. His grip was soft, yet controlling when needed. He halted you whenever you bucked upwards but would quickly loosen his grip to make sure he didn't hurt you.

You moaned out his name, begging to do anything to touch him back. But he didn't let you. Only he wanted to be in control, giving you as much pleasure as possible. "Mm please Pepe," you moaned out as he kept thrusting into you. His harsh pace was a stark contrast from his gentle touches.

"You wanna cum?" He misinterprets you. "Cum then," He mumbles and lets a small groan escape. "Cum, I'll just, agh, I'll keep going."

You shake your head, unable to use words from how much pleasure he was giving you. Even his voice was sending you into a further spiral. "N-No, wanna-" You let out a moan, needing a few seconds to continue your sentence "Touch you, mm, wanna-"

"No" He says instantly, thrusting extra hard into you when he says that. You swear that if you were to look down, you'd see a bulge in your belly from how deep his dick was hitting you. "Jus' be pretty"

And you obeyed him, who are you to not listen to him? He knew you too well. Your body was coming undone, feeling your stomach tighten and your brain get fuzzy. All you could think about was looking at Pepe's eyes while wondering if your bed would break. He knew you were close, going extra hard in his thrusts and even moving his hand to your clit.

He rubbed circles on your clit, making you yelp and cry from the overstimulation. But it was all you needed to finally cum, making your legs wrap tightly around his waist to try and halt him.

Pepe knew you too well, he's a caring man after all. So he quickly moved both hands to go under your back, lifting you up to now be stranding his lap. You thought that having your legs wrapped would stop his thrusting, but the new position made your legs useless. He used his strong arms to grip your hips, forcing you to bounce up and down on him.

"Pepe!" You screamed out, grabbing his shoulders for support as you feel your own cum drip down his dick, being forced back into you.

He said it so easily, and it hit her straight in the chest. Heat rose in her cheeks as she buried her face in his chest, his laughter rumbling softly as he cradled her head. 

“How about a few days just us?” he suggested. 

Aila beamed. Immediately, she suggested one of her family’s holiday houses in Switzerland by the lake. 

Her parents were meeting her in Baar during the second week of December, which meant the lake house would be empty until then. Perfect. Their own little first holiday together. Quiet, secluded, dust sheets still covering half the furniture from the off-season. 

That was the plan. 

Snowflakes clung to Oscar’s hair as he stepped out of the taxi, his breath fogging in the crisp December air. Aila waited by the front door, wrapped in a thick cream sweater, cheeks pink from the cold and excitement. 

“Hi,” she said softly. 

He didn’t speak—just wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her neck. God, he had missed her. 

Aila had flown in two days earlier, giving herself time to clean and prep the house. Oscar still had a few things to wrap up with McLaren and Mark Webber, so his later arrival gave her a head start. 

Inside, the house was just as she remembered: quiet, still, faint pine scent drifting in from the lake. Furniture untouched, kitchen pristine, half the rooms closed off. Shoes off, coats hung, and a comfortable silence settled between them—one that didn’t need filling. 

“This feels unreal,” Oscar murmured, brushing a cold hand over her cheek. “Like we finally hit pause.” 

Aila smiled. “I told you. Switzerland is magical.” 

He leaned down and kissed her—slow, soft—the kind of kiss that said, we’re finally here. Her fingers curled into the fabric of his hoodie, steadying herself as the long weeks melted away. 

“Yeah,” he murmured against her lips. “Magical.” Another peck. Then he finally pulled back. 

They stowed his bag in her bedroom, changed into comfy clothes, and headed to the living room. Christmas music played softly as they dragged blankets from the cupboard, arranging the sofa for cuddling and movie-watching. 

In the kitchen, Aila began preparing hot chocolate, humming along to the music. She wasn’t the biggest fan of Christmas songs, but she went all out—after all, it was their first Christmas together. 

Oscar couldn’t resist any longer. His hands found her waist, lifting her off the ground. A soft shriek escaped her before he gently placed her on the counter. 

“You know,” he murmured, hands warm on her hips, “I could get used to this.” 

“To what?” 

“You,” he said, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Us… homey.” 

“Homey,” she laughed, throwing her arms around him. 

“Living together and stuff,” he added with a grin. 

“Could be real cool,” she said softly. 

“Cool? Aren’t we too old for that?” 

“We’re only twenty!” she gasped. 

“Twenty-one,” he corrected, earning a playful glare. Smartass 

“But I know what you mean,” she said finally, eyes softening. 

Outside, snow fell steadily, the lake smooth as glass. 

“Did you put me up here for a reason or just to show off ?” she asked, laughter in her voice. 

“Actually,” he grinned, tugging her closer until she pressed flush against him. “I had a plan.”  

Their lips met in a deep, warm kiss. Her fingers tangled in his hair, heart skipping. 

If anyone had asked fifteen-year-old Aila whether her best friend Oscar was romantic, she would have laughed them out of the room. The lanky boy who knew way too many random facts about racing, who was so competitive he even raced to finish his homework first? Nope. He had been a great friend, an amazing listener, far more mature than most boys in her class — but for her, he was still just Oscar. A boy, not a man. Not romantic. 

She’d never seen him act overly romantic, not even with Lily. And though part of her was grateful, it had never been the case — she might’ve been crushed otherwise — it also made her wonder, quietly, what it would feel like if he ever were. 

But now… having him here, so close, so hers, she could hardly explain it. 

With her head resting against his chest, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along her arms, she half-watched the cheesy Christmas movie she had picked out, half-fighting sleep. Early starts, house prep, and a gym session were catching up with her. 

“Love?” he murmured, sensing her drowsiness. 

“If you’re tired, just sleep,” he chuckled, chest vibrating beneath her ear. 

“I’m not tired,” she murmured back. 

“Uh-huh. Tell that to your closed eyes,” he laughed, pressing a kiss to her head. 

“No, not at all,” she mumbled, snuggling further into him. Nose in his sweater, breathing in citrus and sandalwood, hand slipping beneath his hoodie. 

Oscar let her use him as a pillow, enjoying every second. Every so often, his gaze returned to her, gentle and protective. Somehow, in this quiet, snowy moment, she looked a little younger, a little lighter… an angel just catching up with herself. 

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The sun had long dipped behind the snow-dusted trees, leaving the lake house bathed in soft lamplight. The faint glow bounced off the white walls, reflecting in Oscar’s dark eyes as he leaned against the counter, watching Aila stir the sauce for dinner. 

Dinner was simple but cozy—roasted vegetables, a creamy risotto, and a bottle of red wine she had picked up the day before. They moved to the table, candlelight flickering across the soft blue of Aila’s eyes. Conversation was light: teasing, small jokes, recalling ridiculous moments from the past season. Laughter filled the house, blending with the warmth of the fireplace crackling in the corner. 

Halfway through the meal, Oscar reached over and brushed a strand of hair from her face. His fingers lingered against her cheek, warm, soft, deliberate. Aila’s breath hitched, and she caught his gaze. 

“You’re really distracting me,” she whispered. Having completely lost what they had been talking about moments before.  

“You love it,” he countered, a sly grin tugging at his lips. She rolled her eyes but her face said otherwise. 

After dessert – a shared piece of chocolate cake they had baked together – they moved to the sofa. Aila curled into Oscar’s chest, his arm draped over her shoulders, pulling her close. He pressed soft kisses along her temple and cheek, lingering just enough to make her pulse skip. 

️ “Do you ever stop being annoying?” she whispered, tilting her head up. 

He grinned down at her, that maddening smile she knew too well. “Not when it’s this fun.” 

“Fun for who? Me or you?” 

“Both,” he said, fingers tracing idle patterns along her back. “You’re laughing, aren’t you?” 

“Maybe,” she admitted, a grin tugging at her lips. 

“And maybe,” he leaned closer, lips brushing her ear, “I like watching you squirm a little.” 

Aila shivered despite herself, elbowing him gently. “You’re impossible.” 

“Only for you,” he murmured, his breath warm, teasing. “So soft… so tangled up in my hoodie.” 

“You mean my championship-approved, professional driver’s body?” she shot back, smirking.  

He chuckled, sliding a hand lower to rest on her hip. “Professional or not, you still melt like a little idiot when I touch you.” 

“I do not,” she protested, voice cracking slightly. 

“Do too,” he countered, leaning down to kiss her — soft at first, lingering, teasing, pulling her closer “Watch” he whispered against her lips, deepening the kiss. His hands tangled in her hair, fingers brushing the nape of her neck, thumbs tracing circles over her shoulder. 

As if it were instinct, she pulled him closer, fingers threading into his hair. His hands held her by her waist — warm, certain, claiming — before sliding under the hem of her hoodie. His palms found bare skin, soft and tense all at once. 

She shivered. 

He smiled into the kiss — slow, knowing — and in one effortless movement, he flipped them. She landed beneath him with a soft gasp, his weight settling over her, the solid heat of him pressing her deeper into the couch cushions. His hair tickled her cheek as the kiss deepened, turning hungry, focused. Like he’d been holding back before and now had no intention of stopping. 

The fire flickered, shadows dancing over their skin as the living room melted into a world that belonged only to them. When they finally broke for air, she tugged gently on his hair. Both breathless. Both trembling with restraint. 

“Is this all?” she teased, arching an eyebrow. 

Oscar’s answering look was pure danger — slow, deliberate, devastating in a way that twisted something low in her stomach. 

“You really don’t learn, do you?” 

Smut under here 

Before she could bite back, he lifted her effortlessly, hands sure and warm against her thighs, carrying her toward the bedroom. The mattress caught her softly, and she barely had time to laugh before his mouth crashed back onto hers — hotter, hungrier, restraint gone. 

He stripped off his hoodie in one smooth motion. The warm light spilling from the hallway gilded him golden — and for a heartbeat, Aila almost believed he was some kind of angel. One with messy hair, a wicked mouth, and a body that made her forget her own name. 

She stared at him in a way that made his knees go weak — like he hung the moon, like she’d been waiting her whole life to see him like this. His heartbeat stuttered, his chest rising and falling as he stalked toward her with the slow confidence of someone who knew exactly what he was doing to her. 

His hand found her ankle, and with one effortless pull, he dragged her toward him. She lay beneath him, looking up at the body she’d watched change over the years — lean muscle sharpened, defined, by the improved training for his upcoming season. 

She reached for her hoodie – his, his smell deep in its fiber-, but he shook his head once. Low and final. 

“Don’t.” He leaned over her, voice brushing her skin. “I love you in my clothes.” 

Heat shot straight through her. 

His fingers slipped beneath the hem, barely touching, tracing the curve of her waist slow enough to torture her. 

“You look…” His lips ghosted along her jaw, breath warm. “God, Aila — you look unfair like this.” 

She tried — really tried — to look unaffected. “Yeah?” 

He huffed a soft laugh. “Yeah. Almost as much as the way you sound when I hit the right spot.” 

Her breath stuttered. 

His smirk said he noticed. 

Her thighs pressed together instinctively, and his eyes went dark. She barely inhaled before he hooked his fingers into her leggings — and with one smooth, practiced pull, slid them off along with her thong. 

Cool air kissed her skin.  She shivered. 

Oscar straightened, still holding her ankle loosely, gaze dragging over her like he was memorizing her — hoodie swallowing her frame, flushed cheeks, hair messy from his kisses, already trembling for him. 

His. 

His hands traced up her calves, her knees, her thighs — slow enough to make her arch, firm enough to promise ruin. He bent, mouth brushing the inside of her knee before kissing higher, lips dragging heat along her skin. 

Then — exactly what she needed. 

He settled between her thighs like he belonged there. Because he did. 

Aila’s hand flew to his hair as he kissed up her inner thigh, higher, his breath warm, teasing, devastating. 

Smut bellow here 

“God,” he murmured, voice low against her skin. “You don’t even know what you do to me.” he murmured into her skin before going in to taste her. 

“Oscar…” Her voice cracked. 

He hummed, lazy and smug — vibrations rolling through her as his mouth finally, finally found her clit. Her legs shook. 

You sound like you missed me.” 

She tugged his hair in warning, but he just pulled her closer, hands sliding under her hips, anchoring her as his tongue worked her with slow, devastating precision. 

She moaned — loud, helpless — back arching. 

He paused only long enough to look up at her. 

Shaky. Needy. Beautiful. 

His hand slid up her thigh, fingers pressing gently against her heat. 

Her inhale was sharp. 

“Yeah,” he murmured, thumb circling exactly where she needed. “Just like that.” 

Her thighs trembled as his mouth sealed over her again. His tongue moved in tight, controlled circles that had her gasping. 

A second finger joined the first — slow, deep — and Oscar groaned softly at the way she clenched around him. 

She bit her lip to keep from begging. 

But when he curled his fingers just right— 

“Don’t stop,” she whimpered. 

“I wasn’t planning to.” 

His mouth and fingers worked in perfect sync — slow, deep, intentional — until her whole body shook. 

“Oscar— I’m—” 

He looked up at her without stopping, eyes blown wide, voice hoarse. 

“Let go.” 

She shattered — a high, broken moan spilling out, her body tightening then unraveling in waves as he held her firmly through it. 

He didn’t pull away until her shaking softened. Only then did he slip his fingers out, slow and careful, kissing the inside of her thigh as he rose over her. 

Her chest heaved. Her hair stuck to her neck, legs still trembled. 

Oscar wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before kissing her — slow, messy, tasting of her. 

“Better?” he murmured against her lips. 

She laughed breathlessly. “You’re ridiculous.” 

He smirked, brushing his nose against hers. 

“You’re welcome.” 

Her hands slid behind his neck, pulling him closer. 

“Good. Because now I want you.” 

Oscar groaned into the kiss as he pushed his joggers down, cock already hard, flushed, aching. 

“You have me,” he whispered, voice wrecked. 

He stroked himself once, twice over her soaked heat, making her moan desperately — and then he pushed in, slow but unrelenting, stretching her, sinking deep until he couldn’t go any further. 

Her breath hitched. 

“Fuck,” she whispered into his mouth, still not used to the way he filled her — the stretch, the heat, the way he always seemed to reach every part of her at once. 

— the stretch, the heat, the way he always seemed to reach every part of her at once. 

He tried to give her a second to adjust. He really did. 

But she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him closer, deeper, until he choked out a curse and his restraint snapped like a wire. 

“Aila,” he warned—voice already shaking, already gone. 

“Don’t hold back,” she whispered, nails digging lightly into his shoulder blades. 

Her lips brushed his jaw, breath warm. “I don’t want slow tonight.” 

That was it. All he needed. 

Oscar pulled back just enough to thrust into her again — harder, sharper — the sound of their bodies meeting filling the dim room. Aila gasped, fingers curling in his hair, dragging him down into a kiss that was messy and desperate and hot. 

His hand slid under her thigh, lifting it higher, opening her up to him until she whimpered into his mouth. 

“God, you feel unreal,” he rasped, thrusts growing deeper, rougher. “You always— fuck— you always do.” 

Her hips rose to meet him, every movement pure instinct, pure want. 

“Fuck,” she breathed, voice breaking. “Oscar— don’t you dare stop.” 

He let out a noise halfway between a laugh and a groan, burying his face in her neck. 

“Wasn’t planning to,” he panted. “Not when you’re— fuck— holding on to me like that.” 

His teeth grazed her pulse point, not biting, just enough pressure to make her entire body tense around him. 

She moaned, back arching, chest pressed against his. 

“Look at me,” he whispered, lifting his head. She did. 

And the look in his eyes — hungry, soft, undone with love for her — sent heat rolling through her like a wave. His thumb brushed her cheekbone, gentle even as his body moved with a deeper urgency. “youre mine” 

Her breath caught. 

Then she tightened around him, pulling him back down for a kiss that was all need, all emotion, all the things she didn’t say out loud. 

“Oscar—” she gasped as he hit the perfect angle again. “Right there—” 

He groaned loud against her mouth, hips snapping forward with a rhythm that had her trembling. 

“Yeah? That’s it?” he whispered, thrusts growing more precise. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” 

Her nails raked down his back. 

“Closer,” she begged. “Please— just stay close.” 

He dropped his weight onto her, chest flush to chest, forehead pressed to hers as he thrust into her, deeper, harder, their breaths mixing, their bodies moving in perfect sync. 

“I’m right here,” he whispered, voice wrecked with emotion. “I’m not going anywhere.” 

She clung to him, trembling, hips lifting instinctively as he found the angle that made her see stars. 

“Fuck, Oscar… I—” Her voice cracked, every word half moan, half gasp. “I can’t—” 

“You can,” he growled, biting lightly into her shoulder, nails digging into the small of her back. “You can, Aila. I’ve got you. All of you.” 

Her thighs quaked as he moved faster, sharper, hitting that spot only he ever found, over and over again. Every nerve in her body felt alive, every sigh and whimper echoing in the quiet room. 

He continued to drive into her with a rough, precise rhythm that made her see stars and forget the world outside. His hands were everywhere — holding her close, guiding her, memorizing her curves as if he’d been starving for this for months. 

“My beautiful girl,” he rasped against her ear, his breath ragged, lips brushing her jaw. “All mine… and I’m not letting go.” 

Aila’s nails dug into his shoulders as her body shuddered violently, hips stuttering as the first wave of her release tore through her. She cried out, arching into him, every sound a mix of desperation and relief. 

Oscar groaned low in her neck, teeth grazing the skin lightly, and let her ride it, moving with her, pressing into her, never letting the intensity fade. 

“You’re amazing,” he whispered, voice broken. “So fucking perfect.” 

His movements didn’t falter, his hips pressing deep, fingers still hooked around her thighs as she trembled beneath him. He could feel her clenching around him, the way her breaths hitched with every stroke. The need, the desperation, it drove him wild. 

“You’re mine,” he growled, low and rough, voice scraping against her ear. “All mine… and I’m not stopping.” 

Aila arched into him, whimpering, tugging at his hair, nails tracing down his shoulders. Nodding at his words. 

It was enough. The way she rode him, the sound of her voice, the way her body clenched and shivered as her second orgasm crashed down on her— it pushed him over the edge. With a groan that vibrated through both of them, he released, shuddering inside her, holding her tight as his own climax tore through him. His lips found hers in a desperate, messy kiss, tasting and claiming her as his, letting the moment hang between them, thick with heat and emotion. 

End of Smut here

He collapsed against her chest, every inch of him still trembling, forehead pressed to hers, hands splayed over her back, anchoring them both. Her body quivered too, aftershocks of her orgasm mingling with the lingering warmth of him. 

“You okay?” he murmured, voice rough but soft, thumb brushing her cheek, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. 

Aila laughed softly, breathless, pressing her lips to his jaw. “Better than okay.” 

He let out a shaky laugh, eyes closing for a moment. “I thought I’d forgotten what this felt like… being close to you like this.” 

She laughed, loud and unfiltered. “We literally only had sex last week.” 

He shrugged, laughing with her, but there was an edge to his gaze — because this, this wasn’t enough. If he could, he’d have her every night. Basking in the sounds only she could pull from him. In the feel of her, the way she shivered and clamped around him. 

He shifted slightly, settling beside her, one arm draped over her shoulders, the other holding her hand against his chest. They stayed like that for a while, the quiet hum of the fairy lights and the faint crackle from the fireplace filling the room. 

She sighed, content with the weight of him on top of her, letting herself melt into his warmth. “You feel like...-” he started, looking for the right word. 

“home,” she murmured. 

He smiled against her hair. “You feel like… everything.” 

They lingered, arms and legs entwined, whispering half-jokes, half-serious promises, fingers tracing idle patterns over backs and arms. Every touch reminded them — no matter the circuits, the schedules, the miles — they had this. They had each other. 

Eventually, Aila lifted her head, mischief sparkling in her eyes. “You know,” she said, voice soft, teasing, “…you owe me a rematch in Mario Kart.” 

He laughed, chest vibrating against hers. “Oh, you wanna lose again?” 

“Sure,” she said, sarcastic grin tugging at her lips. “I’m gonna win, Piastri. Watch out for the bananas.” She winked. 

Oscar chuckled, holding her closer. For a while, the world outside ceased to exist. Just them, tangled in warmth, laughter, and the quiet intimacy built from years of friendship, trust, and the slow-burning, inevitable pull of love. Snow drifting over the Swiss mountains. Wind whispering through the night. 

And in that moment, they both knew — however chaotic life got, however far apart they might be — this was theirs. Always theirs. 

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You’re curled up on the couch, a blanket draped over your legs, scrolling aimlessly through your phone. It’s been a long day, and you’re finally relaxing after work. Then, a notification pops up. It’s a tweet: “Arvid Lindblad mentioned his girlfriend EIGHT TIMES on Screaming Meals. Who is she??? Theories below.” Your stomach drops. What?

You hadn’t even watched the episode yet. Arvid had casually mentioned he was going on the podcast, but he hadn’t said anything about you being a topic of conversation. You quickly pull up the episode, your heart pounding as you fast-forward through the intro. And there it is. His voice, warm and relaxed, like he’s just chatting with friends.

“Yeah, my girlfriend actually loves that track,” he says, grinning. You pause. Rewind. Play it again. Girlfriend. He said it so casually, like it was common knowledge. Like everyone already knew.

You keep watching, and it happens again. And again. And again. By the time you finish the episode, you’ve counted eight times. Eight. He mentioned you eight times. Your face feels hot, your mind racing. The comments are already flooding in—speculation, theories, even a few wild guesses. Someone thought he was dating a pop star. Another person thought it was his teammate. Nobody knows it’s you.

You grab your phone and call him. He answers on the second ring, his voice cheerful. “Hey, love! Did you see the podcast?”

“Arvid!” you exclaim, your voice a mix of disbelief and panic. “You can’t just announce to the whole world that we’re dating! People didn’t even know!”

There’s a pause on the other end. Then, genuinely confused, he says, “Wait… they didn’t?”

You groan, flopping back onto the couch. “No, Arvid! We’ve been keeping it private, remember? You just casually dropped ‘girlfriend’ eight times on a podcast that, like, every F2 fan watches. People are freaking out!”

He laughs, that easy, carefree laugh that always makes your stomach flip. “Oh. Oops. I thought everyone knew. I mean, it’s not like I was hiding it. You’re kind of the best thing in my life, so… why wouldn’t I talk about you?”

Your frustration melts a little at that, but you’re still reeling. “Okay, but now everyone’s trying to figure out who I am. What if they find out? What if they start digging?”

“Let them,” he says, his tone softening. “I’m not ashamed of you. I’m proud of you. If people find out, they find out. But if you’re not ready, I’ll handle it. I’ll tell them to back off.”

You sigh, running a hand through your hair. “I just… I wasn’t prepared for this. I didn’t think you’d just casually mention me like that.”

“I’m sorry,” he says, and you can hear the sincerity in his voice. “I didn’t mean to put you on the spot. I just… I guess I talk about you more than I realized. You’re kind of always on my mind.”

You can’t help but smile at that, even as your heart races. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“Yeah, but you love me anyway,” he teases.

And he’s right. You do. Even if he just accidentally announced your relationship to the entire F2 fandom.

The next few days are a whirlwind. The speculation grows, but Arvid keeps his word. He doesn’t confirm anything, doesn’t drop any hints. He just keeps being his usual, charming self, deflecting questions with a smile. And when he calls you that night, his voice is soft.

“Hey,” he says. “I know this is a lot. But no matter what happens, I’ve got you. Okay?”

And for the first time since the podcast dropped, you feel a little calmer. Because yeah, it’s chaotic. But it’s also kind of… exciting. And as long as you’ve got him, you know you’ll be okay.

A few days later, you’re scrolling through Twitter again, and you see a clip from the podcast that someone has edited together. It’s just Arvid mentioning you. All eight times. The comments are a mix of confusion, admiration, and outright obsession.

“Arvid Lindblad is down bad for his girlfriend, whoever she is,” one tweet reads.

“Bro mentioned her eight times in one hour. EIGHT. That’s love,” another says.

You can’t help but laugh. And when Arvid calls you later that night, you playfully tease him about it.

“So, eight times, huh?” you say, grinning even though he can’t see you.

He groans, but you can hear the smile in his voice. “Okay, okay, I get it. I talk about you a lot. But can you blame me? You’re kind of amazing.”

“Flattery won’t save you,” you say, but you’re smiling so wide your cheeks hurt.

“It’s not flattery if it’s true,” he fires back.

@/Y/N.Y/L Thank you for the date night, baby. Happy anniversary! I love you!

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landonorris Happy anniversary, darling! I love you!

Y/N.Y/L <3

yourbestfriend Congrats! How was the food?

Y/N.Y/L It was great and the dessert was even better

yourbestfriend I'll have to go there sometime

user1 Congrats

@/Y/N.Y/L Baseball Break Thank you, @/cardinals, for the invitation to the game

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oscarpiastri ⚾

Y/N.Y/L ❤️⚾

user1 New sport?

cardinals Hope you had a great time

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user2 You look so good!

Y/N.Y/L Thank you!

@/maxfewtrell Carnival Night

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Y/N.Y/L Thank you for the amazing time, babe. I love you <3

maxfewtrell Glad you had a good time. I love you too

user1 They are so cute!

landonorris What did Y/N name the panda?

maxfewtrell Why don't you think I named it? ...Po, based on Kung Fu Panda

landonorris I knew it!

user2 She looks so happy, I'm glad they're together

@/Y/N.Y/L My boyfriend is cuter than everything

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sebasmontoya58 I found someone cuter

Y/N.Y/L Huh? Who?

sebasmontoya58 You :) <3

yourbestfriend You've broken her. She's giggling and kicking her feet as I type this

Y/N.Y/L 🖕

sebasmontoya58 <3<3

You raised an eyebrow, trying to suppress a smile. “You just have a fever, Pepe. You’re being dramatic.”

“Just a fever?!” He turned his head to look at you, his expression exaggerated. “I can’t even remember the last time I felt this bad. I need… I need you here.”

“Right here?” you asked, stepping closer.

“Yes, like, right next to me,” he insisted, patting the space beside him. “I need my personal nurse.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile spreading across your face. “Your personal nurse is here. What do you need?”

He patted the space beside him, his voice a soft whine. “Come here. I need you close to fight off this… this illness.”

You chuckled and slid under the blanket next to him. “You’re such a baby.”

He snuggled closer, resting his head on your shoulder. “But I’m your baby,” he said, his tone a mix of playfulness and genuine need.

You reached for a cold cloth and gently placed it on his forehead. He sighed contentedly, leaning into your touch. “See? This is exactly what the doctor ordered.”

“More soup?” you asked, sitting up slightly.

“Yes, please, cariño,” he replied, his eyes lighting up. “And can you bring it back with a hug? I think I need extra love today.”

You giggled, getting up to prepare the soup. When you returned, you found him dramatically sprawled out on the couch, looking as if he were about to faint making you shake your head and smile.

“Your soup, my king,” you said, handing him the bowl.

“Thank you, mi ángel,” he replied, taking a small sip before dramatically swooning back against the couch. “How did I get so lucky?”

“Maybe it’s the fever talking,” you joked, but your heart fluttered at his words.

As you fed him, you could see the mischief return to his eyes. “You know,” he said between spoonfuls, “this isn’t so bad. I could get used to this kind of treatment.”

“Only when you’re sick,” you laughed, but deep down, you loved being the one to care for him.

After he finished, you settled back into his side, resting your head on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer. “Promise you’ll stay here until I’m better?”

“Always,” you whispered, feeling the warmth of his body and the soft rhythm of his breathing. “I’ll take care of you, Pepe.”

As he drifted off to sleep, you couldn’t help but smile. Even when he was sick, he still found a way to make your heart swell.

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Ollie Bearman

being ollie bear man’s girlfriend is no easy task

he’s constantly travelling around the world and sometimes being in a relationship is unrealistic for an f2 driver like him

but to be honest ollie would rather jump off a cliff than not have you by his side

the two of you are the exact embodiment of sleepy gf x cuddly boyfriend

whenever ollie gets the chance he flies you out to watch him race

late night walks together are a common thing for you both

LEGO DATES OF COURSE (reference to cosmic girl records)

cute good morning voice messages (HIS SLEEPY VOICE IS TO DIE FOR)

he’ll randomly send you photos of what he’s doing whether that’s photos of his meals or him at the gym he loves to keep you updated

in the EXTREMELY rare occasion you guys fight he’ll never EVER let you guys go to sleep without making up (and out 😌)

he loves gifting you flowers and he’ll keep one so he knows when to buy you another bouquet

he’s a goner when you play with his hair while cuddling

y’all hold hands under the table ALL THE TIME

he’s like your own personal photographer, constantly taking photos of you for your instagram or his

he 100% smiles when he reads your texts if you’re far away back home

sometimes it’s so bad that kimi and dino will tease him about it all day long

sings to you. badly, but you’re too nice to tell him he’s got a bad voice

you guys love watching movies together, whether it’s old movies like top gun or the latest ones like deadpool and wolverine

sometimes yall just sleep on the couch together

of course, ollie being the true romantic he is, loves taking you out to fancy restaurants, dancing in the rain, gives you his hoodies, the list could go on forever

facetiming and messaging 24/7

you guys could honestly talk forever, the conversation always flows so easily between you guys

y’all know that one scene in tangled where rapunzel and eugene are in the boat on the lake with the lanterns and eugene’s admiring rapunzel? LITERALLY YOU GUYS

i’d say, Ollie’s love language is 100% physical touch and quality time

homeboy CANNOT keep his hands of you, so you’ve either always got your fingers intertwined or his hands are around your waist or on your back

honestly? you couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend and ollie for a better girlfriend 💖

Kimi Antonelli

they say italians are one of the most romantic people on earth and kimi never fails to prove that to you

kimi has you laughing all the damn time with his habit of cracking jokes all day, sometimes the two of you will be sitting in silence, make eye contact and burst out laughing

he loves loves loves calling you cute names in italian, amore, bella, tesoro

he loves teaching you small phrases in italian

100% you guys are idiots to lovers, you both are lost in your own little world with humour only the two of you guys understand

kimi ALWAYS makes time for you, even when he’s tired, hes always up to call or cuddle no matter the hour

you’re a sucker for his italian accent 🇮🇹

you love playing “Bella Ciao” on full blast to wake him up from a nap

AND TRUST, at first he’s always grumpy

but he can never stay mad at you for long it’s always ends up with laughs and tickles

kimi texts you the funniest most random things

once you woke up to a text from kimi that read: do you think penguins get angry

safe to say you had to explain for the next couple of minutes to kimi that it was impossible to know because he kept hitting you with the “but why” card

he loves sending you memes that are definitely not funny just to see what your reaction is

he loves to tease you ALL the time

you guys love to take the silliest photos together

the two of you have a good social media presence which often includes making fun of each other and joking around. it makes the fans go crazy and love you two even more

yall have shared playlists fr and kimi just loves annoying you by adding the most weirdest songs like the barney theme song or the bill nye the science guy song

he gifted you a CD player once and he loves giving you CD’s he makes with songs he thinks you’ll like

he once told you he’d step on a LEGO for you

you guys love to attend concerts when you have a chance

dating kimi can sometimes be a walk in the park and other times not the easiest

comforting kimi after a bad race is always hardest because he’s such a dedicated and passionate driver

but there’s nothing that you can’t fix, if that’s just holding him while he’s upset or just sitting with him while he speaks, you’re there for him every time

and he loves you for that, you’re both teenagers but he’s 101% sure that one day he wants to marry you, and you? you’ve known it since the moment you met him

Dino Beganovic

dino may be the funniest guy you’ve ever met

he loves seeing you smile and each time he makes you laugh or smile it’s like an achievement

dino’s also an athletic guy, always in the gym or going on hikes in whatever country he’s in at the time

and he drags you along every time

sometimes it’s a pain but it’s worth it when he has the biggest smile ever when you guys reach the top of the mountain or exit the gym

dino’s an excellent cook despite what his friends may claim

he cooks for you any chance he gets

when you first found out Dino was swedish you nicknamed him IKEA boy just to annoy him

leaving you at home is the hardest thing he has to do and sometimes coming back is even harder, but you always make sure to stay up for him so when he walks through the front door you’re there to welcome him home

you find the fact that his name is ‘dino’ hilarious so you’ll randomly send him “🦖”only for him to reply with “🖕”

if there was one phrase to describe the two of you, it would be enemies to lovers

the first time you ever met dino was when your mutual friend arthur introduced you to him, and instantly you didn’t like him

you honestly never figured out why, maybe it was because you were jealous of how confident and smart he was?

yes, that’s probably it

and when you guys first met, the feeling was mutual, dino didn’t exactly like you either

but because of arthur who was whole heartedly convinced that he could get his two best friends together, you eventually began to feel things for dino and guess what?

he felt the same

it didn’t take long for you guys to get together

and arthur made a lot of cash in the process considering the whole grid had made a bet with him

you hold it against him till this day

but nevertheless it was the best choice you’d ever made, becoming dino’s girlfriend

he’s a gentlemen through and through

you often fly out to surprise Dino at his races and its always worth it to see his ginormous grin when he sees you

you guys definitely have your rough patches in your relationship but you both work through it together every time

you guys love going on cute coffee dates, especially to the cafe’s in Sweden, the two of you have a mission to find the best cafe there

he loves taking you to museums when you both visit his home

he loves telling you stories of his childhood and hometown since the two of you both grew up in different places

before dino you’d never believed you could ever fall for someone like him, and he proved you wrong yet again

Sebastian Montoya

he’s not f2 but i just HAD to include him, he’s my cutie patootie fr

if there was on word to describe sebastian it would be oblivious

you had a good fat crush on him for a solid 3 years before the two of you got together

he just could never get a hint

you tried your best to subtly show that you liked him but he’d brush it off as you being overly kind or something like that

both of your families were super close so you basically grew up together

you were the same age as him so you were the closest out of everyone in the family

it wasn’t until your 15th birthday when Sebastian took you by surprise and confessed he had feelings for you

how could he not? you were stunning and basically his best friend. childhood friends to lovers, are you joking?

you always accompanied him to any karting competition or tournaments, you were and still are his biggest fan

sebastian is like a dream come true

he’s hilarious and sweet and caring and you could go on and on about how

he’s such a charmer, especially with his words

he loves calling you cute names in spanish such as cariño, mi amor, bebe, angelita, hermosa and so many more

dating sebastian is like you always though it would be like

he’s the loyalest guy you know

he loves going to the gym and he’ll send you photos whenever he’s there

you both have a habit of calling each other before you go to sleep, talking about how your day went or what you had for dinner that day

you’d think with both his parents being able to cook such great colombian food he’d be a great cook but you’d be wrong

sebastian nearly once set your kitchen on fire when he tried to fry an egg which goes to show just how bad of a cook he is

so you take the reins when it comes to cooking your meals when you eat together

sebastian’s probably the funniest guy you know, humour comes to him so naturally you’re almost jealous

yeah, you guys fight more than you’d like to admit, but he’s always the first one to apologise and pull you into a hug, peppering you with kisses

he’s like a giant teddy bear if they were absolutely ripped and had the biggest biceps you’d ever seen

sebastian often has to go away and he wishes he could take you along every time so when you get a chance you always accompany him

flights to wherever he’s racing that weekend is always fun

once you tried to convince him to do a face mask with you on the flight but he wouldn’t budge

sebastian loves touching you, not always in a sexual way but even sometimes just soft touches or holding hands is enough for him

kisses, kisses and more kisses

he absolutely loves it when you play with his hair

if you accompany him to the gym he’s definitely showing you off

whenever the colombian football team is versing another team you always go for the other team just to annoy sebastian

you guys often post each other on your instagram stories, usually including a joking insult

if you’d told your 13 year old self that you were dating sebastian she would not believe you at all, and well maybe dreams do come true

Arthur Leclerc

you never ever thought you’d end up dating charles leclerc’s little brother

the first time you met arthur was in a supermarket at 9pm, you were rushing around, late to a party when you crashed head on with a stranger

that stranger just so happened to be arthur leclerc, you recognised him immediately as he bent down to pick up all his groceries that had fallen on the ground

you realised you were standing there gaping, you immediately apologised and helped him pick up his shopping

arthur was taken by surprise when he looked up to see such a . . . mess. to say the least

your mascara was poorly applied and your outfit was NOT it at all

it nearly made him laugh at the absurdity of it all, and yet as he continued to watch as you apologised he was stunned by your eyes

they were well, gorgeous.

he asked for your number much to your surprise and well the rest was history

arthur is by far the most sweetest and handsomest guy you’ve ever met

he helps pick out your outfits for the day without complaint, always helping you put on your heels when you guys go out for dinner

arthur loves to be by your side 24/7

whether it’s to make sure other guys don’t get the wrong idea or just because he loves being in your company he’s always with you

but of course because he’s a formula 2 driver his job requires him to travel a lot

which often means you’re left alone, it sometimes poses to be difficult for the two of you, especially you and it sometimes ends with you guys fighting

but there’s nothing that the two of you both can’t overcome together

he looks at you like you hung up the stars 🤩

arthur loves making you laugh, it’s like he could high on just your laughter

so any chance he gets to make you laugh, he takes it and honestly it only makes you love him more

matching outfits? definitely.

cute french nicknames, mon amour is a favourite for sure

arthur loves to gift you things, whether it’s perfumes, clothes, handbags, if you linger too long on something while you’re shopping, best to know that it’ll appear in your apartment in the next week

he absolutely loves to take you on the craziest dates ever, bungee jumping, sky diving, swimming with sharks, anything that’s completely crazy? definitely.

maybe it was fate or something like that, but arthur’s grateful that you crashed into him that night in the supermarket, looking like a mess, you couldn’t have looked prettier in his eyes.