#formula 3

Private but not secret was your motto. Granted, it only went one way because all of your socials were private, so you posted Arvid quite a bit. You were just a very private person, and the only people you had were your closest friends and family. You didn’t even have some of your classmates on there. You were just a very private person who didn’t care to share your life with them.

But out there (on Arvid’s very public account), it was a whole different ballgame (or racetrack, whichever sport you prefer). Arvid had a very public social media presence because he has a very public career. You knew this was a possibility (and knew it would eventually come to fruition someday (today)), and you accepted that long ago.

That didn’t make it any less awkward whenever you would scroll and see either a sliver of your arm or your shoe in the corner of some of his posts. You’d obviously know it was you, but not everyone else did, you had to remind yourself of that.

Then you got a seemingly normal notification.

Arvid Lindblad made a new post.

Knowing it was something to do with the race result, you opened it, and yes, it was a normal race weekend review post. Until the last slide.

The last slide was a selfie you had sent Arvid with him mid-interview in the background and you, doned in one of Arvid’s shirts, blowing a kiss to the screen. You were kind of in a daze as you called Arvid, and it didn’t take him that long to answer.

“Hey, I’m on the way to the airport. How did that report go?” He rattled off and you could hear the engine running in the background.

“It went good, my team didn’t let me down completely for one,” You said with a small smile as you leaned against the counter. “Um, did you mean to post that picture? The one in your weekend dump.”

“Which one? The one where I was in the ice bath?” Arvid assumed. “Liam said the fans live that type of content, but I can take it off if you’re uncomfortable with it.”

“No, that one was fine,” You trailed off for a second. “The last one. The one I sent you.”

“What?” He paused, and you could suddenly hear more going on in the car. Liam was definitely playing the music, Isack was complaining about it, and someone was driving silently, probably Max. “Don’t say anything stupid, my phone is on speaker.”

“That better have been directed at your teammates,” You chuckled halfheartedly as Arvid looked at the post before muttering a curse. “Did you see it?”

“I didn’t mean to add that, I’m sorry!” He immediately started apologizing profusely. “That was a total accident. I didn’t even think I had that selected, but then again it is a really cute picture of you. I can delete it though! I know you’re a very private person and just wanted to hold off from telling everyone.”

“It’s a little late for you to delete it now,” You laughed nervously as you’ve already seen multiple gossip pages repost the same picture, many of which already had thousands of likes and comments. You let out a sigh, “It’s already out there. I don’t want to look at it, but I want to know what they’re saying.”

The top comments were what you expected. People talking about your looks, saying you’re not worthy of being a wag/hab, or even just joking about who you even are. That is, until you reach one in particular.

“That’s @/youruser, we used to be in the same class.”

“Well, I’m screwed,” You muttered, and almost immediately, your inbox started filling with people adding you, and your message requests skyrocketed. 

“You’re not screwed, just let me handle it,” Arvid comforted as you heard the car stop. “Don’t go too far down the rabbit hole, but we’re getting on the plane now. I should be back to you in a few hours.”

True to his word, the Red Bulls were back in Monaco before nightfall, and not listening to his request, you looked through every single comment you could find. How could you not, with how the supposed “fans” began blowing up not only your DMs but also started posting on your family’s posts? Your phone was going off hundreds of times per minute, it felt like, and it probably was.

“Stop worrying about it,” Arvid said as you two laid in bed when he got back. You’d told him about the comments you saw, him promptly taking your phone and logging you out of Instagram, before putting a random movie on in the background, “I’ll handle it.”

A few weeks later, you were walking into the paddock for the Monaco Grand Prix. You were not going to let whatever people said keep you from cheering your boyfriend on in his rookie season. You’d walked in together before leaving Arvid to go do a few interviews while you met up with Liam’s girlfriend in the Racing Bulls hospitality.

You’d pulled up F1TV on your phone to watch the weekend warm up, and to your surprise, Arvid made a guest appearance there.

“Arvid, it’s your first Monaco weekend as a full-time driver,” Lawrence started out as Arvid messed around with the microphone in his hand, “How different does it feel compared to preparing for F2 or F3?”

“It’s not much different, honestly,” He chuckled, “The goal is always the same - come out and win. Sure, we haven’t been in the position to win recently, but we are contending in the top 10 consistently. I think we’ll still be able to prepare like any normal race.”

“Considering you are the only rookie in the field,” Laura said, gesturing to him with her note cards, “Do you feel like that adds another layer of pressure coming into a track as difficult as Monaco?”

“Not really?” He answered honestly. “There’s more eyes on me, for sure, but I don’t feel like it distracts me from the goal of getting points, getting experience. Thankfully, my friends, family and my girlfriend have all been really supportive and helpful with not focusing on all of the eyes on me.”

“More on your girlfriend, if we may,” Juan touched on, waiting for Arvid to give the go-ahead. The smile and nod from Arvid told Juan he could ask about you. “You two were very private until recently, was that the plan? If so, what made you decide to go public?” “That was my fault, actually,” He blushed, rubbing the back of his neck, “I didn’t mean to post the picture, but now that it’s out there, I get to bring her to all of the races! She is easily the best part of my weekend, so while it may be unfortunate that I destroyed her peace of privacy, I am selfishly happy that I get to have her with me more.”

“I think I just got a cavity,” Hanna groaned as she looked over your shoulder at the stream.

“You’re just jealous Liam doesn’t say the same thing about you,” You quipped with a smirk as you distantly heard Arvid say something about going to find you anyway. 

“You didn’t even like the idea of him posting your arm a month ago!” Hana barked out a laugh. “God forbid your elbow made an appearance, oh no! Now, your face is plastered in his weekend dump, and you are walking into the paddock of the biggest race of the year beside him!”

“Hey! I’ve come around to it,” You defended yourself as you felt, who you assumed was, Arvid’s arms wrap around your shoulders and lean into your neck. 

“After blocking quite a few people, you’ve come around to it,” Arvid chuckled, placing a kiss on your cheek. “Did you see my interview?”

“Of course I did,” You responded, leaning back against him. “‘Best part of your weekend’ is some high praise.”

“Not high enough for what you put up with.”

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Main MASTERLIST // F1 / Arvid Lindblad // HITLIST

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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.