#feelingf1

pairing: lando norris x female!reader

summary: you were carlos’ girlfriend, that was until he cheated on you. you know the perfect way to get him back

note: my first social media au! sorry if it’s crap haha. yes i’m still obsessed with liv’s new album. olivia rodrigo faceclaim 😚

warning: curse words and translated spanish xx

enjoy <3

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comments:

user6485: I do not support this Carlos. WTFFF

y/nloverrr: WDYM MOM AND DAD MIGHT BE BROKEN UP. FUCK OFFF

sm00th0perat0r: does 5 years mean nothing to idiotic men??

y/nxcarloslover: therapy session at my house at 9

y/ninstagram

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y/ninstagram: back in the studio, i guess.

163,749 comments:

y/nloverr: omg mom & dad are actually over😭

user84821: THIS IS NOT GOOD. OH NO.

carlossss1655: @user84821 why not?

user84821: SHE ONLY HAS BREAKUP SONGS

y/nblog: i’ll go get the tissues

f1wags.com: lando in the likes?

landonorris

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landonorris: p4!!! lfg!!!

450,632 comments:

mclaren: And that’s how it’s done! 🧡

landoslover: YESS LETS GO LANDOOOOO!!!!

danielricciardo: nice job mate xoxo

y/nupdates: y/n, what are you doing here???

y/nloverr: @y/nupdates what are you implying?

y/nupdates: @y/nloverr i think you know…

carlossainz

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carlossainz: mi belleza

520,749 comments

user8385 WHO TF IS THAT???

carloooos: 5 years and this mf moves on in 5 seconds

y/nlovebot: manwhore. and not in a good way

f1wags.com: uh we were not expecting this??

f1gossip: No Lando in the likes? Lando always likes Carlos’ posts🤨

user7585: @/f1..gossip DON’T TEASE ME.

y/ninstagram

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y/ninstagram: better off without u anyways xoxo

y/nlover: YOU TELL THEM MOTHER

user9395871: SHE ATE HIM UP AND SPAT HIM OUT🫣

landonorris: gorgeous xx

f1dramaa: LANDO?? WTF

y/nlovebot: THEY’RE DEFO DATING, RIGHT???

lastlaplando: YES THEY HAVE TO BE??

comments:

user4959693: SHUT THE FUCK UP. NO WAYYY

y/n5everr: OH MY GOD. WHAT THE HELLLL

landosparklyhemlet: Y/N AND LANDO?? I’M SO HERE FOR THIS

y/nuser: 👀🫣

landolover: OH FUCK THEY’RE SO TOGETHER

user73859: YES GIRL GET HIS ASS

y/nblogs: OH BABYGIRL I LOVE U AND UR MIND

y/ninstagram

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y/ninstagram: new single out tonight! be there or be square

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y/ninstagram: get him back! is out right now!! thank you to everybody who helped produce this song. a big thank you to my sweet boy for guiding me though a dark time, and also helping make a certain someone jealous and mad ;)

i love you. <3

835,306 comments

y/nlovebot: OMG LANDO AND Y/N CONFIRMED

iloveyou444: I CANNOT DEAL WITH THEM😭😭

landonorris: I am so proud of you, my angel 🧡

f1gossip.com: SHUT THE FRONT DOOR

landonorris

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landonorris: I will never let anybody hurt you, my bean. You are my absolute everything and I am so so proud of you.

Stream Y/N’s new song right now on all platforms!

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y/ninstagram

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y/ninstagram: i would be lost if i didn’t have you with me, my lando. i love you more than words.

502,485 comments

landonorris: you’re mine and mine only y/n <3

danielricciardo: you kids will make me cry

alexalbon: me too

pairing: lando norris x female!reader

summary: lando’s home during the break, and you noticed that he’s stressed out. you know exactly how to relieve the stress ;)

warning: NSFW (you probably could have guessed from the title)

authors note: sorry for being inactive, school is KILLING me. i didn’t get the chance to proofread this because i wanted to post something :)

Enjoy! X

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“Oh my God, Max. You’re actually terrible at this game.” You could hear Lando’s voice traveling down from his recording room upstairs. You couldn’t help but laugh. Lando knew how to handle pressure, I mean he’s an F1 driver after all, but the pressure when he was playing games was a different story.

You fixed yourself a cup of tea and headed to the living room, opting to watch Lando’s livestream on the TV, feeling like you were missing out on the fun.

You watched as they played Rocket League together. You thought the game was a bit stupid, but that wouldn’t stop you from watching your boyfriend play. You loved to cheer him on doing whatever he loved doing most.

“Max, I swear to God.” Lando said as Max missed the goal. Again.

You couldn’t help but notice that Lando seemed really agitated by Max missing a goal, on a computer game. You sat forward more and watched more attentively. Lando had been stressed out in the last couple of weeks, his car was far from where he wanted it to be, but he told you he was over that.

However, he clearly was not.

“Max, I’m actually going to log off if you miss again. I’m not joking.” Lando’s voiced couldn’t have been more stern, but Max seemed to be oblivious to this. “Yeah right mate, you’re just jealous that I’m better than you.”

That sentence set something off in Lando. He abruptly exited the game and thanked the fans before ending the stream, leaving Max by himself.

“Uh, sorry. Lando got an important phone call he had to take. Thanks for the subs and for watching. See you guys later.” You watched as Max lied, trying to cover for Lando’s sudden exit.

You ran up the stairs to check on him.

Knocking softly on the door, you entered and saw Lando staring into space. When he heard you enter he looked over at you with a soft smile.

You went over and climbed on his lap as he was sitting in his gaming chair, and you softly stroked his cheek. “What’s wrong my love?” You asked, your voice soft.

“I guess I’m not over the car being crap, or Max just brought it out again, I don’t know.” You cupped his face in your hands.

“You don’t have a thing to be worried about, Lan. You’re doing amazing.” You smiled softly, watching his face light up from your compliment.

“Thanks, baby.” He replied.

You peppered kisses down along his neck, each one getting longer. “Does this make you feel any better?” You asked. Lando nodded his head, nearly breathless already.

“You know it.”

You started kissing his neck more aggressively, before you kissed his lips. It was soft at first, but not for long when the passion and desire took over the both of you.

You returned to his neck again, leaving marks that would most certainly be visible tomorrow.

“Everyone needs to see that you’re all mine.” You said, lowly. You could hear Lando moan. “Oh fuck, Y/N.

You grabbed the hem of t-shirt and pulled it off, watching as his chain fell back against his body. You climbed off of his lap and went down on the floor on your knees.

You dragged your tongue from his neck down to his v-line, not forgetting to trace his abs along the way. You could feel that he was hard already, and was not in the mood for waiting around.

“Fuck Y/N, please.” He said between moans.

You opened the button on his jeans and yanked them down with his boxers, watching as his dick sprung up and twitched after being exposed.

You grabbed his balls and started massaging them, watching as his head fell back with pleasure. You took his cock in your other hand and guided it towards your mouth, licking a stripe from his base to his tip before taking him in your mouth.

You didn’t take all of him in your mouth at first as your rubbed the rest of his cock with you hand, but Lando needed all of your mouth.

He grabbed ahold of the roots of your hair and guided your mouth down to his base. Once you got used to his length, you sped up. Lando tried to get some words out, but the were replaced by moans.

You took your hand and reached down your trousers, rubbing your clit. Even though you were supposed to be treating Lando and not yourself, you couldn’t ignore your pussy that was nearly dripping wet now.

Lando looked down and noticed you rubbing yourself and he got harder, so he came up with an idea.

“Ride me.”

You looked up at him. Lando wasn’t really a person that ever asked you that question, but you definitely weren’t going to say no.

You pulled off your jumper, trousers and underwear, leaving you in just your bra. You climbed on to Lando’s lap and he guided his cock towards your hole.

You sunk slowly onto him at first, but once your hole was used to his length, you sped up, bouncing on him.

“I’m gonna cum.” Lando said between moans.

He grabbed your bra clasp and opened it, letting your tits fly out. He watched as they hit against you every time you bounced on him. He grabbed them and starting massaging them, and now you were the one that was moaning.

He started sucking on them, and then using his other hand, started rubbing your pussy at the same time. There was no fucking way you’d be able to hold yourself back.

“Oh shit, Lando-” You couldn’t even finish your sentence without moaning.

“I’m gonna cum.” You managed to get out, before tilting your head back and moaning.

Seeing you like that made Lando even crazier. “Me too.” He replied.

You grabbed Lando’s hand that was down at your pussy and starting sucking his fingers, lapping up your juices. Lando couldn’t hold himself back any longer and he came inside you.

The feeling of him cumming inside you always drive you crazy, causing you to come straight after.

The room went silent, apart from the heavy breaths coming from both of you. You lay down on Lando’s chest, your head lifting and falling with his chest.

“Feel any better?” You asked, you fingers dancing through his head of curls.

“So much better.” He paused, “But do you know what would make me feel way better?”

“What’s that?” You asked.

“Round 2?”

pulling on locks - charles leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x female!reader

summary: based on this ask! make sure to send in a request if you have one. hope you like it <33

warnings: NSFW

enjoy!!

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You were lying on your bed, watching the time going by painfully slow. Charles was on his way home from a triple header, and you had been missing him, and his body, like crazy.

Since he’s been gone, you’ve been hornier than ever. You’ve had to deal with phone sex, so you couldn’t be more glad to have him back.

You heard a text come through to your phone.

C❤️

I’ll be home in a hour, have to do some errands xx

You physically felt like you couldn’t wait an hour, so you came up with the perfect idea. You pulled out yours and Charles’ favourite lingerie set you owned. It was a light blue colour with tiny embroidered flowers. You knew how crazy it drove Charles.

You grabbed your phone and hit the FaceTime button, but only facing the camera above your eyes, getting ready to surprise him.

“Cherie, what’s up?” He said when he answered.

“Uh, I need something.” You asked, softly.

“From the shop? What is it, food or-”

You flipped the camera around so all Charles could see was you, lying on your bed in the lingerie. You flipped the camera back to your face, watching as his mouth fell open.

“I think you know what I need.” You replied.

“I’ll be home in 10. Don’t do anything.”

He hung up the call, and you could feel your core getting wet already with excitement. Although he said not to do anything, you couldn’t help but massage your tits while waiting, little moans escaping your lips.

Your heard the front door of your house open, followed by the quick footsteps that lead to your bedroom door. Charles was taken aback by the beautiful sight of your sprawled across your shared bed. Your little lingerie set didn’t leave much to the imagination.

“Hi, baby.” You said softly.

As quick as lightning, Charles slipped off his shoes and coat, discarding them on the floor, before crawling onto the bed until his was hovering over you, his beautiful eyes piercing into yours.

“You drive me crazy. You know that right?” Charles said in a low, husky tone, rubbing in thumb across your lower lip.

“I know.” You replied.

You noticed his chain hanging from his neck and you pulled it and him closer towards you, until your lips were locked.

At first it was a soft, sensual kiss. But it didn’t take long for want and need to take over. You pushed your tongue in to Charles mouth, needing all of him as close to you as possible.

You broke away for a few seconds. “Please, Charles. I need more.”

You and your pussy were crying out for attention. And while the kissing was enjoyable, right now it wasn’t enough.

A smirk grew across Charles’ face when he seen you begging under him.

“Anything for my lady.”

He started planting kisses all down your neck, sucking and grazing his teeth at the places the drove you crazy. Moans startled to tumble out of your lips and your head tilted back

Once he reached your tits, he lifted you up slightly, unclipping your bra and discarding it on the floor. He took your tit in his mouth and starting sucking on it, whilst squeezing the other one.

“Fuck Charles, please.” You screamed, you didn’t know how much more you could take of the teasing.

Pretty quickly, Charles moved down to your thighs. He licked a big stripe from your lower thigh to your underwear. He grabbed the hem of your lingerie with his teeth and pulled them down to your knees, and they quickly fell to the floor. If you were wet before, you were dripping now.

He started kissing your cunt. Soft, delicate, little kisses which drove you insane. You could feel both your breathing and heart rate start to increase.

“Char-” You couldn’t even finish your sentence without moans coming out of your mouth.

“Sit up princess. I want to see your pretty little face while I fuck you with my tongue.” He said, his voice raspy.

You grabbed the pillow and propped yourself up against it. You now had the perfect view of Charles between your legs, something that every girl and Italian man has dreamt of.

He spread your legs as wide as he could and starting peppering more soft kisses on your pussy. He knew that this drove you insane. He reached back up to your tits and started massaging them too.

“Charles, please.” You cried out.

Charles looked up at you and saw just how desperate you were and he couldn’t bring himself to tease you anymore.

He licked a big stripe between your folds before entering you.

He felt so good, so could feel your head and eyes starting to roll back, but you tried to remain sitting up straight, like he had asked you to.

He started to enter his tongue deeper into you and you had to grab onto something to keep you supported.

His locks.

You fingers found their way to Charles’ hair and you grabbed on, wrapping his locks around your fingers.

“Fuck, Charles.” You said, you know it wasn’t going to be long until you came.

Charles hand left your tits and made its way down to your clit. Once he started running your clit, you knew it was nearly game over.

“Fuckkkk.” You said, with more moans rolling over your tongue. Once of your hands reached your tits, and you started rubbing them. The other hand was still in Charles’ hair, and your grip was only increasing.

His tongue left your pussy for a few seconds until he forced it in again, as deep as he could go.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“Go on, amour.”

Your grip on his locks tightened as you forced him in further, and as he started moving his turn in your pussy, you felt that knot in your stomach snap. Charles watched you, like you were some delicacy. He loved this.

The only thing that could be heard was your moans as you came undone on Charles’ face. Your fingers never left his head, you needed something to help you ride out your incredible high.

Your head tipped back and your legs started to shake, and before you knew it, you had lost all power in your body and your laid yourself down on the beat, your pussy throbbing.

Charles licked up all of your cum before lying down beside you and kissing you again, and you could taste all of your juices on his tongue.

“I love you.” You said, you voice delicate.

“I love you too, amour” He replied.

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pairing: daniel ricciardo x female!reader

summary: you’ve started comparing yourself to the other wags, and now you’re starting to wonder, does daniel deserve someone better than you?

authors note: i am obsessed with this song. it’s not okay. this is also kinda short, sorry😭

enjoy!

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You collapsed onto your bed after an enjoyable but exhausting day. You had spent your day accompanying Daniel in the paddock on the last race of the season.

Because you were still mainly located in yours and Daniel’s home town, you didn’t often get the opportunity to travel so far to go and see him race, but you were glad you could.

You threw your outfit on the bench, putting on your comfy pajamas before making a call for room service and scrolling through your phone.

You opened up Instagram and saw that Carmen, George’s partner, had posted a picture of you, Lily, Isa and Charlotte.

You liked it, reposting it to your story, before checking the comment to see what people were saying.

That was your big mistake.

You opened a comment section to people slagging you off, for every reason they could.

“Y/N looks like she pulled that outfit out of her cousin’s closest”

“Jesus she could try and make some effort with her hair and makeup.”

“What?” You said to yourself. It hadn’t come to your attention before that people online didn’t really like you.

“She’s such a slag, sucking off Daniel for his money”

-> “Pity she wouldn’t use Daniel’s money to dress herself up a bit.”

“Daniel deserves way better than her.”

That last comment stuck with you. Your friends had always told you not to believe what the comments said. But surely if they’re all saying the same thing, they must be right?

You scrolled through the other photos the paparazzi had captured of all the other wags. Looking through them, you came to understand how you believed you were a lower standard compared to them.

They had the newest handbags, shoes, clothes, makeup. They had people dressing them up for this and every event they attended. They didn’t even had to think twice before flashing their card in a designer shop.

You, on the other hand, had to go to a thrift shop to buy the dress you wore so you could still afford your rent and bills at the end of the month. You used the drugstore makeup you had been using for years, as getting it done by somebody would cost too much, and you’d have to cut back on buying groceries.

How could you ever expect yourself to compare to these angels who had everything they could ever want? Of course, if you had asked Daniel, he would have bought you a brand new Louis Vuitton dress with a Gucci clutch bag just for today, but you prided yourself on not having to rely on your boyfriend for money. Maybe you prided yourself a little too much.

Tears started to fall from your eyes and down your cheeks. You couldn’t help but think you were and embarrassment to Daniel. That he only kept with you because he felt bad for you and your sad little life.

You headed to the bathroom to take off your makeup, so you could cry without looking like a panda. You stared in the mirror for a little too long, starting to point out imperfections that nobody else saw but you.

You started to cry again.

You crawled into the hotel bed, pulling the covers up over your head, and wept. You wept and wept until you felt empty. And then you came to a realization.

You had to break up with Daniel. You had to let him find someone better than you. Someone prettier, someone richer, someone who wouldn’t put shame on his name.

You were too busy crying to hear the sound of your hotel room door opening and closing. The second Daniel saw you upset, he rushed to your side.

“My love. What’s wrong?”

He pulled the covers down from your face gently, revealing your reddened cheeks and puffy eyes. A look of worry washed over his face.

“What’s happened?” He asked, softly.

You wiped your eyes in your hoodie sleeves and started at the ceiling, not even having it in you to look at his big, brown, beautiful eyes right now.

“We- we need to break up.” You croaked out.

Daniel’s face dropped. “What? Y/N, what the hell are you talking about.”

You brought your hands up to your eyes and started to cry tears you thought you didn’t have left. Daniel softly stroked your cheek in an attempt to calm you down.

“There’s- there’s just comments I saw online and they say how bad I look compared to the other girls.” You rambled out, still not able to look at him.

“Oh, doll.” He whispered.

“And one comment said that you deserve someone way better than me, which you do. I’m too ugly and poor to be with someone as good as you.”

Your breathing started to increase a little as you started to panic. Daniel pulled you into his arms, cradling you, as he rubbed soft circles on your back.

“Oh Y/N. You can’t listen to those silly little comments. I’m the one that’s lucky to have you.” He said, into your ear.

“But-” You went to argue but Daniel cut you off.

“No, listen. Y/N, I’m the luckiest person in the world to have somebody like you. Somebody so kind, so pretty, so smart, so sweet, so dedicated. You’re the prettiest girl in the whole entire world. Nobody compared to you, my love.”

He softly took ahold of your hands, removing them from your face.

“Let me see my beautiful lady.”

You smiled up at him. You were so lucky to have somebody like him. He really was one of a kind.

“Y/N, I love you.” He said.

Your face lit up, he said them. He really said those three beautiful words for the first time. Just when you thought you couldn’t love him more, he proved you wrong.

“I love you too, Daniel.”

pairing: charles leclerc x gasly!girlfriend reader

summary: you go out clubbing one night with Pierre, that’s until he leaves you at the bar to go talk with his ex. Luckily there’s someone at the other side of the bar waiting for you

warnings: badly written NSFW. going down on eachother, p in v, all that jazz

authors note: this is my first time writing smut, so it probably sucks. sorry ‘bout that

enjoy :)

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The Monaco air was warm and heavy as you headed into the club. Your arm was linked with your boyfriend’s, Pierre. You two were going out to celebrate Pierre’s first podium since joining Alpine. You headed down to the tables, where you had margarita after margarita. You two were chatting the whole night, and you had never really felt happier.

But that was about to change dramatically.

You noticed Pierre’s eyes focus on somebody behind you, as his conversation started to become more distant. You stroked his hand. “Hey, you okay?”

Pierre nodded, “Yeah, yeah. I’ve just spotted Charles and Lando over there. Do you mind if I go and talk to them for a few minutes?”

Even though you were enjoying your private little night, you liked both Charles and Lando, and you knew how close Pierre was to the two of them.

“Yeah, go on. I’ll get us more drinks.” You smiled sweetly and got up from your table. He planted a kiss on your cheek. “Thanks, you’re the best.”

You headed over to the bar and sat up on the stool for a minute, waiting until the bar calmed down a bit before you ordered more drinks. You pulled out your phone and tuned out the world for a few minutes.

The bar finally calmed down, and you ordered your drinks and headed back down to the table. You started sipping on your margarita, until someone slid into the table, across from you.

“Hi, Pier-” You looked up from your phone to find out it wasn’t Pierre, but it was Charles that slid into the seat.

“Hey, Y/N, you look amazing tonight.” He said, whilst casually trying to check you out. “Thanks, you’re not so bad yourself.”

“So, when did you break up with Pierre?”

You nearly gave yourself whiplash with how fast you looked at him. “What? I haven’t broken up with Pierre. I’m here with him right now. He said he was going to talk to you and Lando.”

Charles gulped and lowered his voice. “Well I’m sitting in front of you, and Lando is in London. Also he’s talking to someone, that may or may not be his ex girlfriend.”

You whipped your head around again, to see Pierre in the corner of the club, rubbing up against his ex girlfriend. You watched as he tilted her head back and started kissing her. You turned around to face Charles again.

“That motherfucker.” You said.

Charles moved from the seat across from you to the side beside you, where Pierre had been seated earlier.

“Agreed. He shouldn’t treat such a spectacular woman in such a horrible way.”

He stroked your cheek and looked lovingly into your eyes. You could feel your heart starting to beat faster, as you both slowly closed the gap between the two of you.

He tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. “You don’t deserve somebody like that Y/N. I’d never treat you like that. I’d make sure you’d be treated like a queen.” He said, his voice soft, barely above a whisper.

“Yeah?” You said. “Show me. Show me how I deserve to be treated.”

You were so mad at Pierre right now, you didn’t care that you were about to kiss, and probably do more, with his best friend, but weirdly, it didn’t even feel like it was wrong.

Charle cupped your jaw and he kissed you. At first it was soft and sweet, but you both began to deepen it within seconds. Charles bit your lips, begging for permission for his tongue to enter your mouth, which you granted him immediately. You felt yourself moaning into his mouth, trying desperately to make sure nobody else heard you.

As you started to deepen the kiss further, you could feel has hands traveling all over your body, lingering on your breasts and ass as he squeezed both. He guided you until you were sat on his lap straddling him.

He moved from your lips to your neck. “I’ll mark your neck princess, show everyone in the world that your mine. He would never have done that, would he?”

You shook your head. Charles really did know Pierre well, he hated PDA. Well he hated it with you. He was all for leaving marks all over his ex, but he wouldn’t even kiss your neck. Maybe he was never really into you in the first place, but Pierre was the last person on your mind right now.

You started grinding against Charles, wanting, begging for more. He made a trail of kisses down to your breasts, which were pushed up massively thanks to your bodysuit.

“Please Charles, I need more.” You whimpered and begged.

He nodded. “Yeah, but we’re going to have to move from here, you won’t be able to keep quiet when you’re screaming my name.”

He leaned into your ear. “Come back to my place, I’ll show you what your missing.”

You nodded frantically, not even having to think twice. Charles led you out of the club and he hauled a taxi to bring you both back to his apartment.

You climbed into the back and couldn’t keep your hands off each other. You had never been so thankful for a black-out screen, so the driver couldn’t see you.

Charles’ hands travelled up your thighs, until they reached your pussy. You moaned deeply as he felt how wet you were.

“So wet for me, mon amour, I love it.”

He moved your underwear aside and started fingering you. He found your clit almost immediately and you knew you wouldn’t be able to hang on long. You grabbed your tits and started massaging them.

“Charles, baby, you’re going to have to stop, I’ll come all over this taxi.”

As much as you enjoyed the PDA, you would feel terrible for making a mess in the back of this car. “Don’t worry about that, I have a solution.” He winked at you before going down on his knees in front on you.

You tried to resist but you couldn’t, as he spread your legs wide open and pulled down your underwear, leaving your pussy exposed. He didn’t waste any time before he licked a big strip, from bottom to top, before his tongue entered you.

He started to tongue-fuck you. You felt ecstatic, with the feeling his tongue hitting off of your clit. You held on to the door of the car, needing something to support you.

“Oh fuck, Charles.” You said, moaning his name. You grabbed onto his hair and guided him deeper into your pussy. “Fuck I’m gonna-”

Charles reached up and covered your mouth as your came, in some attempt to muffle your moans. He lapped up all of your juices like someone that had been starved. You collapsed into the seat, your heart beating fast. Once he was finished, he sat back up and started kissing you again.

“You okay?” He asked.

“Fuck. Yes. I couldn’t be better.”

“How much longer until we’re back at yours?” You asked, feeling the heat rising from between your legs. Whilst his tongue was spectacular, you needed something more.

“Could be 15/20 minutes. The Monaco traffic sucks in the middle of summer.”

You smirked up at him. “I know something else that can suck.”

You got down on your knees and pulled down his jeans and boxers, as his rock-hard dick sprung up. It twitched a bit after being exposed, before you started rubbing it and guiding it to your mouth.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He said.

You licked the precum off before taking all of him into your mouth, slowly at first, but then increasing your speed. You grabbed his balls and started massaging them too. You could feel him melting under you.

He grabbed your hair and started pushing himself deeper into your mouth. He tilted his head back and moaned, “Fuck. You’re insane.”

You started to gag a bit and tears were streaming down your face, but you ignored that and focused on making him come in your mouth, which you were sure he was close to doing.

“Y/N, I’m gonna come, fuck.” As he groaned, he came in your mouth, and it was your turn to lap up his cum. You wiped your mouth and sat up on the seat beside him again.

He turned towards you and lowered your bodysuit, exposing your breasts. “You’re so sexy.” He said, his breath still slightly out of control, as he starting sucking your tits and leaving hickeys all over you.

That taxi came to a stop outside of Charles’ apartment. The two of you practically ran to his door, not being able to keep your hands off each other.

Charles shut his door and backed you up against it. You kept into his arms, putting your legs around his waist as you began to suck on his neck. He carried you over to his bed and gently put you down.

He took off your skirt and bodysuit, leaving you in your lingerie set, which you had imagined that Pierre would be seeing, but you were much happier that it was Charles.

He stood back and looked down at you, nearly exposed. “Fuck me, you’re like a piece of art, you’re perfect.”

You sat up and grabbed the hem of his t-shirt, pulling him towards you. He pulled off his t-shirt to show his beautifully chiseled body. You looked down before looking up in his eyes. “Fuck me, please.”

He flipped you over so you were on your hands and knees and he started going into you, using one of his hands to hold your hip, for support, and the other to grab your tits.

You dropped onto your elbows with all the moaning he was making you do. You’d never been fucked like this in all your life. You moaned loader and loader each time.

“Scream my name. Let me hear how could you feel.”

After he hit your g-spot perfectly, that’s what you did. “Charles, fuck, oh my god.” It wasn’t long after before you came again, but it most certainly did not stop there.

“Please Charles, keep going, don’t stop.”

All of a sudden, a ringtone snapped you out of your pleasure. Charles leaned over to the side to see who it was. “It’s Pierre.”

“Fuck him. Don’t answer.” You replied back, you didn’t want to hear from Pierre now, or ever.

After a few minutes, he rang again. “Hang on amour, I have an idea.” He picked up the phone and put it on FaceTime.

“Charles, do you know where Y/N is?” Pierre asked, extremely slurred.

“Yeah, she’s under me.”

“Under you? No Charles in English you say with not under.”

“No, she’s under me.”

Charles then flipped the camera around to show Pierre how he was ramming into you, as you screamed his name again and again, unable to compress any of the moans.

He flipped the camera around again, “Don’t worry, I’ll treat her right.” He said, hanging up before Pierre got the chance to answer.

You and Charles then came at the same time. You came many more times that night, to the point you couldn’t remember who Pierre was. Charles made sure that you were his princess.

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pairing: oscar piastri x female!reader

summary: you’ve been in love with oscar for years, but will you decide to confess to him before he stand up on the alter to get married?

authors note: oscar needs more fanfics!! I hardly ever see them. also so proud of him getting p2 today!!

enjoy!!

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You grabbed your clutch bag from your desk and headed downstairs to the reception of the hotel. There was wedding guests everywhere, chatting, taking pictures and drinking. Today was Oscar’s wedding, your best friend for years. You waited patiently with a drink in your hand for your ‘date’ to come sauntering down the stairs.

Lando.

However, you and Lando were far from romantic. He was also your best friend, and you met him through Oscar when he started driving for McLaren years ago. The two of you, unlike Oscar, were hopeless romantics, which led to the two of you being each other’s date for the wedding.

He walked over to you, and he was definitely not sober. “Hey, you look gorgeous.” He said, pulling you into his side. “Thanks, you don’t look too bad yourself.” You replied, and the two of you laugh. “Drinking already?” He asked, noticing the glass in your hand.

“Like you haven’t had a few yourself already.” You replied. Lando didn’t need many drinks before the alcohol took over his system.

“Hey, it’s my best mate’s wedding. Although, I don’t know if we’re best mates, considering he didn’t ask me to be a groomsman.” He replied, shaking his head.

“That’s alright, he didn’t ask me to be a bridesmaid, so I guess we’re even.”

“First of all, I’m pretty sure Oscar doesn’t have control over the bridal squad. Second of all, is he going to ask his best friend who’s in love with him to be a major part of his wedding?”

“What?”

Your stomach dropped. Lando knew. He knew that you were in love with Oscar. You never told anybody, not your best friends, not anybody, so how he knew was beyond you.

“Y’know, you being in love with Oscar.”

You couldn’t believe he knew, which is obviously why you tried to deny it.

“I’m not in love with Oscar, what are you talking about?”

Lando laughed, shaking his head. “Don’t be ashamed by it, you can’t help it.”

You kept denying, or at least trying to.

“I am not in love with Oscar. I don’t know who told you that, or where you got it from, but you’re wrong.”

“That’s weird.” He said, “Because you were the one that said it.”

Now your stomach really dropped. Had you actually told Lando your best-kept secret? And if so, when?

“What? I did?” You asked, dropping your voice to a whisper, trying to not make a scene.

“Oh you do not remember last night at all, do you?”

Last night. There was so much alcohol last night, you didn’t even remember getting back to your hotel room, never mind admitting your deepest secrets. You were convinced that you were still slightly drunk after last night, however you definitely weren’t telling Lando that.

You grabbed Lando’s hand and led him to your hotel room. This conversation couldn’t wait, but it also couldn’t happen in the wedding reception. You nearly threw him in, closing the door and leaning against it with your head in your hands.

“What did I do?”

Lando sat on the bed and looked sympathetically at you. “You were just talking about tomorrow, saying that you weren’t completely happy about it. I asked you why and you said you’ve been in love with Oscar for years but he doesn’t know.”

Great. This was absolutely great.

“Does anybody else know? Please tell me you kept your mouth shut.” You said, walking towards him and sitting next to him.

“No, nobody else knows. They were too drunk to focus on anything. How they’re up this morning is a mystery to me.”

You breathed out a sigh of relief to know that this stayed between you and Lando. The last thing you needed was this getting back to Oscar on his wedding day.

“Okay. This has to stay between you and me, okay? Promise me Lando, please.”

He turned towards you and placed a hand on your shoulder. “Y/N, I can’t promise that because I think you need to tell Oscar.”

“What? No Lando, that’s not happening.”

“No you should tell him, he’s your best friend, he needs to know.”

You sighed, feeling deflated. Maybe he was right, but you still couldn’t tell him.

“Go, go tell him right now.”

Now Lando definitely sounded crazy. How could you tell Oscar you loved him on his wedding day? But before you knew it, Lando threw you over his shoulder and headed for Oscar’s room.

“Lando Norris, put me down this instance. You’re fucking crazy, I’m not doing this.”

He laughed, “Yeah, you are.”

And next thing you knew, you were stood in front of Oscar’s hotel room door. Lando had hidden himself down the hallway, waiting and watching to see if you’d knock on the door.

You didn’t know what came over you, why you didn’t run away, but next thing you knew, you were knocking on his door. There was no way you were going to confess your feelings, but maybe if you stayed in the room long enough, you could convince Lando that you did.

Oscar, looking flustered, opened the door. “Hey Y/N, sorry I’m stressing out right now, come on in.” He held the door open for you and you sat down on the bed together.

“Why’d you come over?” He asked.

This was your opportunity to say everything, to get everything off of your chest. It was now or never.

You chose never.

“Just thought I’d come check in on you, you know it being one of the biggest days of your life and all.” You said, smiling softly at him.

He returned the smile. “Thanks. Yeah, it’s a big day. Haven’t felt this nervous since my first day in F1 probably.”

You hummed softly as a reply and lay back on his bed, which he did too.

“Do you remember us lying here like this after your first F2 win?” You asked, a sense of deja vu coming back to you.

“Haha, yeah I do. You’ve been a part of every big moment in my life.”

“Yeah?” You asked, even though you knew you had been. “Happy to have been here for you.”

The two of you kept quiet, a comfortable silence filling the room. You took the time to think deeply about your feelings for Oscar. You couldn’t tell him, couldn’t break your best friend’s heart like that, right?

“What’s on your mind Y/N?” Oscar asked, noticing your head was far away from the room right now.

“Just thinking about…us.” You said.

This could be enough, enough to give you the idea of what Oscar would think if you did confess to him.

“What?” He asked, sitting up more.

Seeing him alerted by the statement steered you away from giving him your genuine answer.

“Uh just, like, it’s crazy how you’re getting married and myself or Lando can’t even find a genuine relationship.” You spat out quickly, your heart thumping in your chest.

Oscar lay down on the bed again. “Oh. God, I was worried that you were gonna say that you had feelings for me or something. Obviously not though.”

“Yeah, obviously not.” You repeated, your heart breaking with every moment.

“Yeah, don’t worry about you and Lando. If you ask me, I think your well suited to each other. Maybe you guys are supposed to get together. I’ve always thought that you’ve fancied him.”

Okay. That was probably the last thing you wanted to hear, that Oscar thought you fancied Lando and not him.

“What? Me and Lando? No way, you’re crazy Oscar.”

Oscar shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe.” He replied.

You glanced over at the alarm clock on the bedside table.

“I should probably go. I might have to try and wake Lando up, and you and I both know that’s not an easy task.” You had to get out of that room, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Yeah, good luck with that.”

You both got up from the bed and Oscar walked you over to the door. You pulled him into a big hug before leaving.

“I just want you to know that I’m so happy for you, Osc.” You said, curling into his shoulder.

“Thanks, Y/N. I’m so lucky to have a best friend like you.”

Wow. If you thought your heart couldn’t break any more, you were extremely wrong.

You walked out of his room and headed down the corridor to go find Lando, who was sitting on the floor on his phone, probably playing some stupid game. His attention was quickly snapped away by your arrival.

“So? How did it go?”

You didn’t even get to say anything before tears rolled down your cheeks. “I didn’t tell him, but he called me his best friend, so…”

Lando got up and wrapped his arms around you. You curled yourself into the crook of his neck, sobbing. “It’s so selfish of me to cry but I can’t help it.”

Lando circled his hand on your back. “It’s okay. C’mon, I’ll take you to my hotel room.” You nodded gently as he wrapped an arm around you and led you to his room. Once you got there, the two of you collapsed on his bed.

“So, tell me exactly what happened.”

“Well I said that I was thinking about us, y’know just so I could get an idea of how he’d react at a statement like that, but then he said he was worried I was gonna confess my feelings.”

“Ouch.” Lando replied.

“Yeah, I know. And then he thought that you and I are well suited, and he also said he’s lucky to have a best friend like me. So it was a mess.” You said, pulling your hands up to your face.

Lando leaned in closer to you. “Don’t worry about it Y/N. Maybe he’s not meant to know. But I won’t tell anybody, I swear.”

You smiled softly at Lando. “Thanks Lan, that means a lot.”

Lando got up and pulled you up by your hands. “Unfortunately, we still have to go to his wedding. And if we don’t leave like now, we will be late.”

You headed to the bathroom to fix your makeup, which was now tear stained, but you were too past the stage of caring, before you and Lando headed down to his car.

You were chatting and singing the whole way to the church, before Lando suddenly turned the radio down.

“What’s wrong? Are we lost? Are you like my dad who turns down the radio so he can see better?” You asked him.

He laughed, “I’m an F1 driver, I can deal with distraction while driving. And no, we’re not lost, I just wanted to say something.”

You tiled your head. “What’s up?”

“Well no, I’m not going to say it. Someone will say it, or rather sing it, on my behalf.” He flicked through Spotify before pressing play on ‘Speak Now (Taylor’s Version)’ by Taylor Swift.

“Just listen to the words.” He said, and so you did.

It didn’t take you long to figure out what Lando was hinting at. Especially when he told you to pay close attention to the bridge of the sound.

I hear the preacher say,

"Speak now or forever hold your peace"

There's the silence, there's my last chance

I stand up with shaky hands, all eyes on me

You turned off the radio. You couldn’t handle listening to the song anymore.

“Lando, if you think I’m going to confess to Oscar, at his wedding, you’re absolutely crazy. Like seriously?”

Lando shrugged. “Oh well, it was worth a shot. It’s a fire song though, right?”

You laughed at him and ruffled his hair. “Who would have thought that our little Lando is a Taylor fan?”

Lando laughed with you. “What can I say? She is the music industry.”

After a few minutes, the two of you arrived at the church. You parked the car and walked in arms linked. You sat down in the church with the other drivers, chatting about the races and everything else, before the organ starts playing, welcoming in the groom.

You couldn’t help but admire Oscar in his suit. He looked like a daydream, and for a moment, you didn’t blame yourself for being in love with him, because who couldn’t be when he looked like that?

The organ started again, welcoming in the bride, and as much as you envied her in that moment, you couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she was. She had a lovely personality too, you’d gotten to known her after Oscar introduced her to you many years ago.

Maybe she was right for Oscar. Maybe you were too caught up in your dream to realize that Oscar had actually found his perfect girl.

Maybe.

The ceremony began, and you couldn’t deny it was beautiful. Between the outfits of the bridesmaid, the flowers and the beautiful speeches about the couple, it was one of the best weddings you had been at.

But that didn’t stop the jealously building up in you.

You hadn’t really been paying attention to what the priest was saying, that was until he reached the line known by everybody in the church.

“Speak now, or forever hold your peace.”

There was silence across the room. Nobody was going to object the wedding, right?

Wrong.

You didn’t know what came over you, but next thing you knew, you were stood in the aisle looking at Oscar.

“I object.”

There was a collective gasp across the church. Everyone turned to look at you. The bride and groom looked at each other in confusion, then looked at you.

But you were only looking at Oscar. Nobody else in that room existed to you in that moment.

“Oscar, I know you probably weren’t expecting this, because honestly, I wasn’t either. But I’m stood up, so I’m going to say everything I need to. The truth is, I’ve been in love with you for years. I know I’ve kept quiet, and I probably should have told you before your wedding day, but if I don’t say anything now, I never will. I’ve been in love with you since you invited me to travel with you to your races all those years ago. I love spending every single minute I can with you. You make me feel happy like nobody else can, and I love that. I don’t hate your relationship or your fiancé or anything. I just wish that it was me stood up there right now. I love you Oscar Piastri.”

You glanced over and Lando, and saw him smiling and giving you two little thumbs up, which brought a smile to your face. You looked back at Oscar, who looked stunned. At this point, you didn’t even care what answer he’d give, you just needed him to say something.

But Oscar kept his mouth shut.

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read part one here

I don’t know how I feel about this storyline. I wasn’t originally planning on writing a follow up, but I wanted to since people asked. Hope it’s okay :)

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Y/N was sat in front of Pierre, in the bustling club in Monaco, however Pierre’s mind couldn’t have been further away from what she was saying. He was much more interested in another girl in the far corner of the club, the girl that was his ex-girlfriend.

He tried to drag his eyes away from her, but he couldn’t stop himself from focusing on the way she moved her body in time to the music. How her dress neckline was so low, her tits were nearly out, and how her ass was barely covered by the fabric of her mini dress. He could feel himself drifting towards her, rather than towards the beautiful girl sitting right in front of him.

“Hey, you okay?” She asked, grabbing his hand, knowing that Pierre was focused on something else.

He had two options. He could tell Y/N the truth, apologize to her, hope she’d understand and move on with his night. But he could also lie, and try desperately to make his way over to his ex. A mistake which he would most certainly regret.

He chose the latter.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ve spotted Charles and Lando over there. Do you mind if I go and talk to them for a few minutes?”

Y/N smiled sweetly and let Pierre go. He felt guilty for leaving her, leaving their night, but not guilty enough to stop what he was doing and confess.

He loved Y/N, there was no doubt about that. But for Pierre, there was something missing in terms of their chemistry. He didn’t feel sexually attracted to Y/N in the same way that he did to his ex, and he felt terrible about that. He used to leave marks all over his ex, for the whole world to see, but now he would barely kiss Y/N in front of other people. He knew well that Y/N cared so deeply for him, if he asked her to stop the Earth spinning, she’d do everything she could to stop it. It killed Pierre that he was going over to his ex right now.

But yet he didn’t look back at Y/N once.

He walked straight over to his ex and started dancing with her. She was so smitten about it. Who wouldn’t be, having a world-class racer come crawling back to you? They danced together, but of course it didn’t stop there. He started kissing her, and minutes later they ended up in the club bathroom together.

She had just finished sucking him off, when Y/N floated back into his mind. She was still at the table, waiting there, patiently. Fuck.

Pierre pretended to get an emergency text from his PR agent. “Shit, I’m sorry, I’ve got to go, it’s an emergency.” She got up off her knees and glared at him. “Yeah, text me.” She said.

Pierre didn’t even respond before practically running out of the bathroom and back to their table, but there was no sign of Y/N. He checked his watch, he’d be gone for over 30 minutes, so he didn’t even know why he expected her to be sat there, waiting.

He ran out of the club and pulled out his phone, trying desperately to get through to Y/N. The first call rang out, the second call however was answered, by someone he most certainly wasn’t expecting.

Charles.

Pierre was so wasted, he didn’t even question why Charles answered her phone.

“Charles, do you know where Y/N is?”

“Yeah she’s under me.”

Pierre laughed. Even though Charles spoke English every day, he still made silly grammar mistakes.

Or so Pierre thought.

“Under You? No Charles, in English you say with, not under.”

“No she’s under me.”

Charles flipped the camera around, and there he was, ramming himself into Y/N. Pierre’s mouth hung open, and the call ended.

“What the fuck.”

Pierre was shocked, stunned. Y/N, sweet, innocent, Y/N, was off having sex with his best friend. The girl who got upset when she still had her ex’s jumper in her house, in fear that Pierre would get mad, was now fucking his best friend.

Pierre ran to the nearest trash can and threw up.

Pierre, once again, had two options. He could go home, try and sober up, and try and understand what the fuck he just seen his girlfriend and best friend doing, or he could head back into the club with his ex.

He turned around, and headed back towards the club’s doors.

The morning arrived, and Pierre found himself in a bed that was none other than his ex-girlfriend’s. He couldn’t remember much from the night before, that was until he pulled out his phone, which opened on his call logs.

Last night’s memories flooded his head almost immediately.

He looked over his shoulder to see his ex sleeping heavily and naked on the other side of the bed. He regretted everything he did that night, leaving Y/N, hooking up with his ex, not going over as soon as Charles answered that phone call, hooking up with his ex again. He didn’t want that. He knew what he had to do.

He grabbed his jeans and t-shirt off of the floor and headed for the bedroom door.

“Going so soon?” His ex asked, “When will you be back?”

“Never. This was a mistake. You know that, I know that. I love Y/N, I’m going to get her back right now.” Pierre replied, attempting to be stern, but failing miserly.

“If you loved her, you wouldn’t have hooked up with me.” Pierre stop momentarily, he knew that she was right, but he still had to try.

Pierre left immediately and walked to Charles’ apartment. He was in no state to drive, as he was definitely far from sober. He reached Charles’ door after what felt like years, and nearly banged it down.

He however wasn’t expecting Y/N to answer the door in her underwear.

He looked at her up and down. She was covered in dark purple hickies everywhere. He even managed to notice how she had to hold on to the door because her legs were causing her pain. She had a wild night.

“Y/N, what the fuck? How could you fuck my best friend?”

Y/N scoffed at him. “Are you for real? Are you actually fucking for real right now? You fucked your ex girlfriend but I’m in the wrong?”

Charles appeared in the doorway behind Y/N. He barely even acknowledged Pierre. “What does he want?” He growled at Y/N.

“Get this Charles, I’m apparently in the wrong because he fucked his ex.”

Charles took a step towards him, but was held back by Y/N.

Pierre started to talk.

“Yeah, I fucked up. I fucked up badly, and I’m so sorry. I really am. I don’t know why I did it, and I am so sorry.”

Y/N stared at Pierre. “Woah, Pierre. You’ve swept me off of my feet. I forgive you for everything.”

Pierre started at her and his face lit up.

“Really? Wow Y/N I-”

Y/N started laughing loudly. “Jesus Pierre of course I’m joking. Fucks sake I can’t believe you would fall for that.”

Pierre’s face went red with embarrassment, which only increased when he seen Charles also laughing at him in the back of the hallway.

“Oh okay. Uh Y/N, I’m giving you an ultimatum. Me or Charles.”

This had been Pierre’s master plan all along, to just offer an ultimatum, one that had an extremely obvious answer that started with C and ended in harles.

“Charles.” Y/N said, not even having to consider it.

“No, but-”

“No Pierre. You’re fucking ridiculous. Who do you think you are marching back in here and offering me a fucking ultimatum? Charles has treated me better in these last 12 hours that you have in the last 2 years. He also makes sure I’m getting every single thing I want, and I don’t just mean materials.”

Pierre was once again shellshocked. “But Y/N, what I did was a mistake. I won’t go crawling back to my ex again, I promise.”

“I guess we have that in common now, because, Pierre, I will never ever go crawling back to you.”

Y/N motioned to Charles and he stepped forward, grabbed Pierre by the shoulders, turned him around and pushed him out of the doorway.

“Bye Y/N, I’ll miss you.” Pierre said, voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah fuck off back to your ex now.” Charles said, not giving Y/N the chance to reply.

pairing: daniel ricciardo x reader

summary: you’ve had a rough week, but daniel is there to help you through it

note: this was a request, i can’t find the ask, but someone just requested a comfort story, hope you enjoy! it’s short and sweet, just while i get back to writing <3

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The tears soaked your soft silk pillowcase. You were curled up in a ball of pink flowered duvets, like a caterpillar in its cocoon.

You felt empty. You couldn’t understand why. You had a great week last week, traveling to Brazil to see Daniel race. But this week? You didn’t even have the energy to get out of bed.

Your phone constantly buzzed on the dresser in the corner of your room. You knew most of those messages were from Daniel, and guilt built up in you, knowing that you were probably worrying him, but you didn’t have the energy to move.

So you went back to sleep, again.

You were awoken by a soft shaking to your shoulder. You opened your eyes and met those of the beautiful brown eyes of your partner, Daniel.

His hand cupped your cheek, “Hey, my love. Are you okay?”

You tried to smile, but your lip quivered, and before you knew it, you were crying again. You pulled the neck of your hoodie up over your face to try and hide, but Daniel cupped your face and tilted it upwards.

“Please, tell me what’s wrong doll.”

You were definitely crying now. “I’m just exhausted and sad. I don’t really know why. It’s too much for me to even move or get up. I’m sorry for-”

Daniel pressed his finger to your lip. “Don’t apologize baby. It’s been a tough day for you, yeah you had me worried, but I’m here now and I’ll help you. ‘Kay?”

You nodded, a smile growing on your face. No matter how shit you felt, Danny could always make you feel so much better.

“Okay, shower first.” You groaned loudly, knowing how much effort that would take. Daniel scooped you up into his arms and lifted you into the bathroom, setting you down gently on the sink and pulling your clothes off, before taking off his own.

“You’re coming in?” You asked.

“Yeah, I’ll wash you baby.” You felt so blessed to have somebody like him. “Thanks.” You whispered.

He lifted you into the shower, placing you on your feet. You leaned back into his body as he washed you, softly scrubbing your strawberry scented body wash all over you. He massaged your head whilst he shampooed it. He made you feel like a queen.

He wrapped you in a heated towel when you got out, giggling as he struggled to wrap your hair into the turban. You couldn’t help but giggle too, pieces of hair falling out every side. He dried you so delicately, like you were a glass doll about to shatter. He then wrapped you in your favourite clothes.

Also known as his clothes.

He swooped you up bridal style again, carrying you downstairs to your shared kitchen. He plopped you up on the kitchen island whilst he got himself busy, readying something for you.

You lay on your back on the island, studying the plastered ceiling like it was the most interesting thing you’ve ever seen.

“So, wanna talk about how you’re feeling?” Daniel asked, rummaging through the cupboards.

“Uh, not really, to be honest.” You sighed.

“Okay, then we won’t mention it.” Daniel replied. He grabbed his phone, turning on Taylor Swift, before busying himself again.

You hummed along to the music, watching Daniel’s attempt to scramble eggs. He presented you with a dish that would have horrified most chefs with the sight of it, but you were so grateful, you couldn’t care less.

“Thanks Danny.” You said, making your way off of the counter, collapsing into the tall stool. He brushed your hair while you ate, making sure to put your oil through the tips too.

After you finished your eggs, you leaned back into him, closing your eyes as he placed his arms around you. You felt so much better than you had this morning, all thanks to him.

“I’m so lucky to have you.” You whispered.

“No baby, I’m lucky to have you.” He replied, placing soft kisses to your head.

“Yeah, but I should be the one minding you, after your first triple header with your hand. I feel guilty-”

Daniel cut you off, not wanting to hear your apologies. “I love taking care of you. I’ll gladly take care of you until we’re grey and old, having to shout at each other because of our terrible hearing.”

You giggled and a tear slid down your cheek, but this time it was a tear of happiness and gratitude.

“Fancy watching a movie?” Daniel asked, grabbing your plate.

“Only if it’s-”

“- La La Land” Daniel said, finishing your sentence. He knew how obsessed you were with that movie.

He picked you up once again and you headed for the living room, to binge watch movies for the evening.