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Felipe and you had been dating for a few months, and he had been excited to accompany me on my swimsuit shopping trip. Being from Brazil, he was used to seeing women in all sorts of swimwear, but he had never been with someone who was shopping for a bikini for the first time - when he was younger, he just let his mom do all the summer buying for him.

You browsed through several stores, trying on different styles and colors, but nothing seemed to catch your eye, they were either too loose or too blunt. Then we came across a bright yellow polka dot bikini that looked both pretty and playful. You hesitated for a moment while the Brazilian’s soft brown eyes widened in surprise, it was perfect.

"That's...really small," you said hesitantly.

Drugovich rolled his eyes, giving you a kiss on your cheek. "It's a bikini, amor. They're supposed to be small."

You sighed loudly, okay, this one was going to try it out. As you put it on the revealing bikini, you felt self-conscious and shy. However, it fits like a dream, hugging your curves in all the right places, giving a beautiful vision of your ass and the size of the top was big enough to cover your nipples only. When you stepped out of the changing room, your cheeks turned bright red out of shame, on the other hand, Felipe’s eyes widened in surprise and admiration, but he didn't say anything to make me feel uncomfortable. He discreetly licked his lips, the sight of your almost naked body in front of him stirred his feelings - and another place too, which was already a little awake because of what the Brazilian's eyes were focused on. Drugovich stood, walking over to you and placing both hands on your hips, depositing small kisses on your shoulder.

“Gostosa. I won't be able to hold myself together every time I see you in that little bikini" Covering her with his own body, his hand moved down to her ass, squeezing it lightly.

"Take this one, please. I'll pay for it."

"You don't have to pay, I'll take it. It was the only one that looked good anyway... Even though it was too small for my taste."

"It's not too small, it shows everything I love about you..." He murmured against her skin, discreetly running his hand over the fabric that covered your core.

"We're in public, love."

"Then pay up and let's go."

In less than ten minutes you were dressed again, paid for the bikini, and already you were in the mall car park, him in the driver's seat, in a hurry to get home.

You deliberately left your legs more spread and the summer dress was already halfway down your thighs, which was making the driver crazy. He barely waited after parking the car, picking you up and rushing inside, where he laid your body against the sofa.

“Someone's desperate.”

“Sorry, amor… Just… seeing you in that very small bikini that hangs on your body so well made me all messy.”

“Oh and what do you want to do?”

“Have patience and you’ll see.”

Drugovich kissed you quickly, soon pulling your panties down and laying down on the sofa, pulling you to sit on his chest, hesitantly, you pulled your dress higher and moved your body towards his face, standing a little taller, afraid to suffocate him, yet as you felt his arms hooking around your thighs and making you sit down against his face, gave you more assurance.

A whimper escaped your lips when his tongue lapped against your clit, treating it well, giving all the attention you needed - the bikini situation had also left you horny, with the thought of being fucked by him wearing it. The feeling of his tongue working up against you was something outstanding - even more when he started to suck your core for a few seconds, making your legs shake in pleasure.

As you were getting closer and closer to your orgasm, slower his movements would be, like he was making some torture for you to be able to hold it for longer. However, as much as he wanted you to stay like that forever, your body was screaming for a release, so in a few minutes you were having an orgasm against his mouth.

With your worked out body, you pulled off and sat on his lap, seeing the bottom half of his face glistening because of you. Felipe cracked a smile, holding your waist.

“I can’t wait until you wear that bikini, I won’t be able to hold myself.”

Aston Martin announces its reserve drivers, both Brazilians, Felipe Drugovich and you. 

Everyone on the team was happy for the addition, however, you two couldn't stand each other since karting days. Literally, since you two were kids, in the south of Brasil, you two made clear that a negative feeling existed. Growing up as a girl in the middle of motorsports was hard - and being latina? Even harder, so you had to fight five times as everyone around you. When you two reached Formula 2 in 2020, that was the moment of your career, it was going to be awesome. 

You placed well in those years, even a championship, but the only moment you could get closer to Formula One. And yet, he was always right behind you. He won in 2022 and then what? Aston Martin decided to hire you two.

You wouldn't look him in the face, not even if you needed to, they were too many memories to forget. Obviously, you could be civil to him in front of the team, but the bickering never stopped - and sometimes it annoyed you too much, he didn't understand what it was like to be a woman in this world, so you had to be serious and controlled, but he didn't help.

First race of 2023, he was tipped to take Lance Stroll's place, but the Canadian was cleared by the FIA to race - which left him disappointed, but he knew his place. As much as you knew how frustrating it was, the urge to tease him was greater, as Drugovich made sure to rub it in your face that the one making a Formula One debut would be him and not you.

"How are you? After being benched even though you tested the car?" You cracked a smile, sipping your coffee.

"Vai ver se eu tô na esquina, guria.” (Go see if I'm around the corner, girl.)

"What a sweetheart, get pissy and start speaking Portuguese?" You lift his chin with your index finger. "Não esquece que eu sou brazuca também, fofo.” (Don't forget I'm Brazilian too, baby.)

"Então vai se foder!” (Then fuck you.)

Someone on the team must have noticed the childish bickering you were having, because after you spent a few more days picking on each other, a "relationship coordinator" called him into a meeting and when you walked into the room, he was there, sitting with his arms crossed. Before you could protest, the woman raised her hand and ordered you to sit in the chair next to him. She began to explain that officials have seen the two of you having moments of disagreement, as well as talking over each other, not greeting each other and in general frowning when the other was present. And according to the coordinator, that was unacceptable coming from two exceptional runners who were looking for a future in the sport, that type of attitude wouldn’t be tolerated. That wasn’t even the worst part, you could hold yourselves and not whine like two kids, but what she obliged you two to do was the cherry on top.

“You’ll have to work together not just into the car and simulator development, but also into PR stuff, so we build a positive atmosphere around your relationship. Two Brazilian reserves working on their dreams of motorsports.”

Well, let’s say that the first week didn’t work at all - ended up in you two arguing outside of the Silverstone factory, in portuguese, which made some employees very scared of how intense that got.

Later that night, you called Novalak to dispose of your Felipe drama.

“Dude, he’s insufferable! He thinks less of me, disagrees with every single thing I say and I just fight back!” You threw yourself against the hotel bed. “Or even… His freaking face makes me angry!”

“Woah, woah, calm down, chère.” He said, chuckling. “I’m friends with him and I know he’s too much sometimes… But c’mon, you’re grown ups, so solving things like your age is an idea.”

“Then if he’s your friend, talk to him about it!”

“I will! I will!” You laughed at his reaction. “Besides that, how's it going?”

“Good. Feeling positive about this year. You?”

“You know… Trident is okay, but I miss the MP family.”

………………………………………………………………

The next weeks it sucked less than you thought it would be, it wasn’t easy, but the teasing was lessening each day to the point it came to indifference, you two didn’t fight, but barely acknowledged each other in the room unless you needed to do a video - that’s when your pretending skills were at its max, the fake smiles and the nice words just wanted to make up puke. 

Felipe wasn’t dealing with it easily, he wanted to make snarky comments and tease until you exploded, however after a conversation with Clément, he thought why would he do that? Indifference was more pleasant for the team and if he stopped it, you would too, so never needing to do those boring tasks again.

That afternoon, You were called into Lawrence's office, which was full of important people and he thought that maybe you were going to have your contract ended and probably he would have it too - or no, but he was more afraid of the idea of not having all of this anymore. What actually happened was that you were given the chance of a seat in Formula E for the next season, still affiliated with Aston Martin drivers academy, but representing the team in another category - and bringing the team as a sponsor. It wasn’t your idea at the beginning, going to a different category, but at the same time, the feeling of finally doing it, going to a major category with more visibility than ever - it would still be the same, only woman in the sea of testosterone, on the other hand… A once in life opportunity, a door opened because of it.

You left the office with the biggest smile, messaging your family before laughing alone - it was a seat! In a professional, big category and you were going to rock it.

From afar, Felipe saw your happiness, getting confused why you could be so happy after a conversation with Stroll. He got closer, almost towering you.

“Happy that you got fired?”

“Better. A seat!” You squealed. “Eu vou para a Fórmula E.” (I’m going to Formula E)

“What?”

“Yeah!” You stopped smiling as you saw his reaction. “You can mock me or whatever, I’m allowed to be happy, because things have never been easy for me.”

“Congrats. Good luck with electric cars.”

He just left you there.

………………………………………………………..

Drugovich didn’t understand why that caught him up, you going to another category and finally leaving you alone. Then why was he feeling like he was losing something?

So he ignored you for months. Barely would exchange words, look and only be actually around you when PR needed everyone around. The atmosphere between you two passes from hate to… Nothing, all those years of hate or any social interaction disappeared. You missed that, the bickering and getting all stressed over him, it was funny, the hate moved you to do more, to be better than he was. And now? Just waiting.

The Aston Martin end of the season gala was tonight, you were wearing a deep purple dress that hung into your body perfectly. It was a bittersweet moment for you, saying goodbye to the team - for a while, at least. On the other hand, being the happiest you could ever be, even though there was something in your chest that didn’t feel right. You begged for Novalak to be your plus one, because everyone was going to take, so it would be weird for you to be the only one alone. Well, Felipe didn’t think of that, when he arrived, it was just him and no one else - immediately he looked at you and your friend in common, walking towards him to say hi.

“Clem! Looking handsome, eh?” He smiled, hugging him, while you stood to the side. When his dark eyes landed at you, he gulped and gave you a small hug - PR rules. “You look beautiful tonight.”

“Just tonight?”

“Yeah, just tonight. Usually you look like someone who could use some sleep.” He smiled. That was new, but at the same time nostalgic, the teasing.

You two spent the night flirting/bickering towards each other, like old times were coming alive again, remembering all the hate it used to happen, but in a softer tone, like everything was this big joke and only you could understand it. That… ignited feelings on you, such as an old fire being lit again.

During your Formula 4 days, you developed a big crush on him - and honestly? He was the most handsome there, it wasn’t your fault, however you never thought about going forward, scared that he would treat you as a joke or the feelings would be not reciprocated, so you let the hate you’ve always had dominate you and let this feeling die, until that moment.

Seeing him wearing a suit, drinking whiskey and laughing along with some many people awoke that burn inside of you. And again, you wouldn’t do anything.

Meanwhile, Drugovich had to look away from you, your body was like a magnet to his eyes and he just couldn’t stop looking at you. Every few minutes he had to remind himself why he wasn’t going to do anything: you hated each other, it had always been that way. His chest was getting tighter and it was getting harder to breathe, so he excused himself from the table - earning confused looks from you and Clément, soon after he left, walked right behind him.

When you walked outside, he was sitting down on the staircase, breathing heavily. You let the French go first towards him, touching his shoulder and calling him. Slowly, you walked to them, your heels clicking on the floor made his head rise up, scrunching up.

“Why are you here?”

“To see if you’re okay.”

“You’ve seen me, you can go back and rub your happiness for other people.” He mumbled and you cursed under your breath, sitting by his side.

“You’re feeling hot.” Novalak commented.

“Thank you?” He chuckled, sniffing.

“No, like, feverish.”

Without him being able to refuse, you put your face against his forehead. “Yup. C’mon, we’ll get you to the hotel. The important speeches and shit already has happened, we can go.” “You two can stay, I’ll go alone.” Please don’t.

“No way, Felipe. We’re staying at the same hotel, Clem will drop us there and I’ll at least give you some medication.”

The car ride to the hotel was awkward, he refused to speak and you tried to distract yourself with the radio music and the poor friend had to stuck up with your childishness. When you arrived at the hotel, you picked up his keys and went to his hotel room.

“Shower, go.” 

“Leave me alone. I don’t want your company.”

“Oh.” You crossed your arms. “We’re back to the sourness? I forgot how a little bitch you can be.”

“Please. You don’t understand.”

“Tell me then, make me understand, Drugo.” Hearing the nickname was the last straw for him.

“Make you understand? Okay then.” He got up, getting further from you. “Eu sempre peguei no seu pé a minha vida inteira, desde que a gente era criança porque eu odiava que você era melhor que eu. Odiava que você era muito mais séria e tinha muito mais potencial, eu odiava que você tinha capacidade e derrubava todo mundo sem fazer esforço. Eu odiava não ser tão bom quanto você! E eu quis aliviar isso, mas esse sentimento ruim me consumiu por todo, eu até queria ser seu amigo, mas eu descobri há um tempo atrás que eu não consigo isso e sabe por quê? Porque eu não quero que você vá embora! E eu sei que isso é extremamente egoísta, mas eu não quero que você vá embora porque por mais que tenhamos nos odiado esse tempo todo, eu amava a provocação, era um incentivo! E agora você vai seguir seus sonhos e eu fiquei aqui, para trás novamente. Eu nem sei se vou conseguir um assento para o ano que vem e isso também está me matando por dentro. O erro foi deixar aquela coordenadora tornar algo indiferente e eu perceber que sem você, não tem Drugo, não tem paixão! Só tem um garotinho brasileiro assustado e com medo que o futuro não seja brilhante, mas sim medíocre enquanto a pessoa que ele poderia ter só escapou das mãos dele. Pode me chamar de egoísta, de filho da puta, do que quiser, mas é a verdade.” (I've been picking on you my whole life, ever since we were kids, because I hated that you were better than me. I hated that you were so much more serious and had so much more potential. I hated that you had the ability and could take everyone down without making an effort. I hated that I wasn't as good as you! And I wanted to relieve that, but this bad feeling consumed me all over, I even wanted to be your friend, but I found out a while ago that I can't do that and do you know why? Because I don't want you to leave! And I know this is extremely selfish, but I don't want you to leave because as much as we've hated each other this whole time, I loved the teasing, it was an incentive! And now you're going to follow your dreams and I'm left here, behind again. I don't even know if I will get a seat for next year and it is killing me inside too. The mistake was letting that coordinator make me indifferent and I realised that without you, there is no Drugo, no passion! It just has a scared little Brazilian boy afraid that the future won't be bright, but mediocre while the person he could have just slipped out of his hands. You can call me selfish, you can call me a son of a bitch, whatever you want, but it's the truth.)

When he stopped talking, you could see tears pricking up on his eyes, so without thinking, you walked to him, hugging his body against yours and letting his head on your shoulder, pampering kisses on his head.

“Você pode me ter, meu bem.” (You can have me, my dear.)

He raised his head, looking at you and feeling a weight off his shoulders, grabbing your waist and pulling you into a deep romantic kiss. You yelped at first, surprised at his bold move, however as soon as his lips were moving against yours, you melted into his touch, holding his face and letting his tongue explore yours. Even if his body was feverish - which was a totally emotional reaction, he was feeling good, dropping kisses on your jaw.

“Let me take care of you…” You murmured. 

“I certainly don’t refuse that.”

“Horny.”

“You too.”

“Fair.”

It was Sunday morning, you felt the empty space on the side where Drugovich was supposed to be, finding it strange that the Brazilian would already be standing. Strange, he usually stayed in bed longer on weekends. You reached for your mobile phone, seeing that it was already 10 a.m. - then you understood why you had overslept. 

You walked down the stairs of his flat, the smell of coffee invaded your nostrils, he was in the kitchen, listening to music and singing softly as he separated pieces of meat for lunch.

Meanwhile Felipe had woken up early, he couldn't sleep thinking that in the middle of the week he would have to go back to Silverstone again, so today would be a day for you to spend together, nothing too big, just a couple's day. He thought early on about having a barbecue, so he took the car early in the morning and went to the butcher. He also bought vegetables, rice and garlic bread. He also left the coffee ready, knowing that as soon as you got up, you would want a cup - and that for you, he knew how to make it in a different way, that it was much better than when you make it, he didn't understand, but preferred not to question. 

When he heard your footsteps echoing down the stairs, the Brazilian cracked a big smile, following your sleepy countenance towards him with his gaze.

"Amor!” He exclaimed, very happy to see you. “Bom dia!” (Good morning!)

"Hey baby." You walked over to him, hugging him and hiding your face in his chest, letting his usual scent hold you in a trance of calmness. "Preparing lunch, already?"

"Churrasco takes time to make, especially if it's… Churrasco and not barbecue." He chuckled, kissing the top of your head, running his arms down to the small of your back.

"Um, delicious. Want some help?"

"That would be perfect! Change your clothes, have a cup of coffee, that extra pair of hands would be wonderful."

Minutes later you were cooking the rice and chopping vegetables while he finished seasoning the meat - already putting some on the grill. He was singing a pagode song, while you just enjoyed his voice - you didn't understand any Portuguese, so what was left were the few words you learned to recognise.

Felipe was needy. It had been a few weekends since he had spent time with you, all the tests and simulations were taking up too much of his time, so at times like these he was much more needy than usual. The Brazilian's arms encircled your waist, soon laying his head on your shoulder, leaving little kisses all over the place. He might not admit it - much to the stereotype that men couldn't be emotional, but he hated being away from you, especially since both of your lives were extremely busy.

"I missed you." He murmured, hugging your body even tighter against his.

"I missed you too, Fefe." You laid your head against his.

"If I could, you would accompany me everywhere."

"But you know I like to be independent, have my own life and study." You disengaged yourself from him, putting the vegetables in a bowl. "And I like for you to have your own life. We are an addition to each other's lives, not dependent for a living."

"I hate that you're right." He pouted, going over to the grill to check on the meat.

"But we'll see each other more, okay? I promise to come to the next GP you go to." You walked over to him, squeezing the taller one's shoulder. "I just feel bad for everyone who will be jealous of how beautiful we are together." Felipe laughed at your statement, agreeing.

You ate lunch on the couch, watching a new animated movie, enjoying each other's company. He insisted on putting everything away and letting you rest - since you had just gone through a whole week of exams and as hard as journalism wasn't the most difficult course, the exams seemed impossible.

Drugovich threw himself down on the couch next to him, hugging him tightly and showering his face with kisses, murmuring several "I love you" in the process. With the post Sunday lunch laziness, you ended up dozing on the couch, hugging each other, your face against his chest.

Later, he suggested a walk in the nearby park, just to relax and have an ice cream from the little stand nearby. Your blue dress caught his eye as you were leaving the flat - he complimented you several times, with a passionate smile on his face. There you walked until you found the perfect spot, almost no one in sight, in the shade of a tree.

You lay with your head on his chest, commenting on the different shapes of the clouds. He often just laughed and agreed with you, finding your creativity funny. Drugovich even gave his possible ideas on some, but they resulted in you laughing.

After the brainstorming of shapes, you decided to have the ice cream, he had insisted so much that you felt obliged to try it. He ordered vanilla and pistachio, while you got chocolate and nuts. Maybe he wasn't exaggerating, it really was the best ice cream you'd ever had in your life - and obviously he bragged about it.

Going back home, he got his camera and took some pictures of you and teached how to use it, so he would also have some pictures from that day. It was a cosy sunday, no expensive places, important people and cars, only you two being a couple.

When you got home, he insisted on taking a tub bath together, nothing malicious, just pure love and clinginess. Felipe set up candles and put a perfumed bath bomb, then spent an hour there with you, his chest against your back, talking about your lives, dreams and plans for your future together.

🥀: angst; 🌻: fluff; 🍒: smut; 🎭: funny/lighthearted; 📓: blurbs

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Meu amor - 🌻 📓

sweet nicknames drugovich likes to give to his partner.

My oh My - 🍒

felipe was sweet and lovely, but too much for your taste.

NSFW alphabet - 🍒 📓

Inimigos - 🥀 🌻 (not very fluffy, but happy ending)

being srunched up on the same team as your rival since karting days doesn't go too well.

Itsy bitsy teenie weenie polkadot bikini - 🍒 📓

shopping for a bikini with your boyfriend.

you make me feel so young - 🌻 📓 🎭