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a helping hand | fd11

I’m making it my mission to become the premiere felipe drugovich account and feed everyone!!! this comes from a completely self-indulgent place (and on a few asks in my inbox rn with drugo thoughts)

summary: a certain conversation with your best friend leads to him teaching you some things he learned on the road (5.2k words)

warnings: friends-to-lovers, mostly smut, so much praise, mutual masturbation, handjob, cursing, terms of endearment

“Will you ever let me repay you for letting me stay here?” Felipe says from the couch, legs tucked beneath him as he searches for something on the television.

“There’s really no need to repay me, Felipe,” I answer, reaching to put groceries away on the top shelf. “I’d be staying here alone, so it’s nice to have you here when you’re in town for the team.”

“This is so much better than a hotel,” he smiles, leaning into the couch as he settles on playing music from the television.

“I’m glad you like my tiny apartment more than the nice hotel Aston Martin was going to get you,” I laugh, still reaching for the top shelf.

Music starts from the television, a slower bass thumping from the speakers as Drake’s voice rings clear in the apartment. I laugh as Felipe sings along quietly to the rapper’s new album, turning to look at him as his voice grows louder as he comes toward me in the kitchen. He plucks the flour bag from my hands, placing it on the shelf I had been reaching for. His chest brushes my back as he tips forward to leave the product before leaning back against the counter.

“All you had to do was ask,” he laughs quietly as I keep sorting through groceries.

“You don’t like watching me struggle?” I throw at him, grinning as he scoffs.

He crosses his arms across his chest, “Only sometimes. Consider that part of my thanks for letting me stay.”

I sigh, “How many times have I told you that you don’t need to thank me? I like having you here. I get to spend time with my best friend and not have to be home alone.”

“I hate crashing your place, though,” he shrugs his shoulders. “I feel like I’m disrupting all your plans when I can only give you a few days notice.”

I turn to face him, mirroring his stance as I lean against the sink and cross my arms over my chest, “What plans would you be interrupting?”

His cheeks tinge pink as he clears his throat, “I don’t know. A date? Bringing a guy over? Maybe a secret situationship you haven’t told me about?”

I can’t help the obnoxious laughter that rips free from my chest. Tears are welling in my eyes I'm laughing so hard, and I’m clutching my stomach as I double over with my back pressed into the counter’s lip. Felipe looks dumbfounded when I stand back up, baffled by my reaction.

“You think I even have anyone to bring over?” I wipe my eyes and can’t contain the grin on my face. “That’s cute, Felipe, but no. I promise you are not interrupting my nonexistent sex life.”

“Seriously? No one?” he asks incredulously, eyebrows raised and head tipped to the side.

“Seriously,” I nod my head, turning back toward the groceries still sitting on my counter. “I like it this way right now, though. There’s a lot going on, and I’m so busy I don’t really have time for someone.”

“Not even a hookup?” he asks.

I shake my head, “You know that doesn’t work for me, Felipe. I need something a little deeper than a casual hookup.”

He makes another comment to himself, and we settle back into a comfortable silence as he helps me finish putting away groceries. I tackle the fridge while he places stuff on my shelves, listening to my direction when he isn’t sure where I keep things. There’s a nagging feeling deep in my gut—an ever present reminder of my lack of physical touch as of late. I brush it off, noting that I should get back on a dating site just to test the waters. Settled on the couch, Felipe is still singing along to Drake’s new album as we both scroll on our phones. This setting—a comfortable silence that we could spend hours in—is why we’re such good friends. We’re rarely looking for the hustle and bustle of our other friends. When Felipe restarts the album on the television, I can’t help but let my curiosity get the best of me.

“Do you do casual?” I ask quietly.

He stops singing as he looks up from his phone to meet my eyes. He shrugs his shoulders softly, “I have. It’s not really for me, either. Sometimes it’s the only realistic option, though.”

I grin when he reveals this information, “So is there someone on the road? Maybe a torrid paddock love affair?”

He clutches his sides as he laughs, eyes squinting shut as he leans back into the arm of the coach across from me, “You’ve been watching too much Netflix, querida.”

I swoon at how his voice changes when he speaks Portuguese, always loving his use of the language, and I laugh at his comment, “It’s not so crazy to think, Felipe! You’re this young, successful driver who, by the way, is Brazilian. You speak multiple languages, you’re handsome, you’ve got amazing curls when you let your hair grow long enough. You’re like a full package, no? You’re sweet, love a day at home. It helps that you’re tall, too. Plus, your voice is deep. I know so many girls who would do anything to be with you.”

Felipe is laughing at my comment, but his cheeks are flushed from the onslaught of compliments I just sent his way. I continue as he’s clutching his sides, “I’m just saying! I find it hard to believe you aren’t seeing anyone while you’re traveling or going to these fancy events with an F1 team.”

“Believe it,” he says, stretching his legs out on the couch. “A hand is enough.”

I gasp at his comment, feeling my ears turn blood red and heat rush to my face, “You’re disgusting!”

He’s doubled over in laughter, “You’re the one who was bringing it up!”

“I didn’t ask for details!” I brush my hair back and fan my face.

He grins at my red cheeks, “Just because you’re not seeing someone doesn’t mean you don’t have to finish. You do know that’s alright, yeah?”

I screech as I cover my ears, “Alright, that’s enough! You still want dinner? I’ll start baking dessert now.”

He’s still laughing as I fly toward the kitchen, “You know I’m right!”

I begin prepping things for dinner, grateful to get my mind off anything other than Felipe and I’s earlier conversation. I’d been jumpy around the conversation of sex in any capacity—a clear indicator I needed to do something soon about my pent up frustration. I huff as I tuck hair behind my ears, unsure if it’s warm in the kitchen or I’m still worked up from the conversation on the couch. The silence is comfortable as music continues playing, and Felipe sings along quietly as he scrolls on his phone. I’m reaching for the bag of flour on the top shelf, pushed a few centimeters too far back that my fingers just brush the outside of the bag. I fall back from my tiptoes as I admit defeat.

“Felipe, will you help me? I can’t reach the flour.”

“Finally you’re listening! Good girl,” he grins, jumping off the couch to help me. He’s smiling as he walks over, reaching for the flour from the shelf. I’m staring dumbly, eyes wide and jaw slack as his words echo in my head. Good girl. He doesn’t notice my dumb stare as he sets it on the counter. “Was it so hard asking for help?”

“Thanks,” I manage to get out, staring at the bag the entire time and refusing to look into his eyes.

My hands are trembling as I open the bag, fumbling with the sealed lip. He notices it, taking the bag from me to open it. I try to protest, but I send the measuring cups crashing to the floor with my shaking hands. He helps me gather them.

“Are you okay?” he asks gently, brows furrowed as he towers over me in front of the oven. “You’re acting nervous.”

“I’m fine. I just-”

My words stop, and I just look at him. My hands fidget with the measuring cups, eyes darting to look at the red cups before meeting his eyes. He looks confused, running a hand through his shorter hair and staring at me.

“I’m just a little frustrated, Felipe,” I say quietly, turning to the sink to wash the measuring cups. “Our conversation from earlier made me realize how long it’s been.”

He smiles softly, relaxing into the edge of the counter, “That’s okay, querida. I haven’t been with anyone since right before the season, but-”

“No, Felipe,” I mutter, face burning red as I turn to him and shut off the water. “It’s been a year since I’ve even done anything.”

He stares at me blankly, and his eyes transform to wide saucers as his mouth falls open, “You mean you haven’t even touched yourself?”

My face feels like it’s on fire, and I groan as I tip my head back, “Yes, Felipe, I haven’t even done that! I’ve just—I don’t know, I haven't been able to get there. I’ve been distracted and pent up, and then you just said good girl and I-”

“You like being called that?” he says, cutting me off as a grin takes root on his face. “I’m learning so much about you today. You haven’t even cum in a year, you like being called a good girl-”

“Felipe!” I scold him, face still burning. “Can we please not talk about this?”

“Why, querida?” his voice is quieter, and the rasp in his tone makes my head spin. “You don’t have to be embarrassed.”

“I’m not embarrassed. I just-” I spin to face him, and I’m suddenly hyper aware of how close he is. Did he always tower over me like this? Did his cologne always smell this good? I take a steadying breath as I shake my head to try to find some clarity. He waits for me to continue, hand resting on the countertop next to the long-forgotten bag of flour. My voice is quiet as I continue, “I have tried, but I just can’t get there. It’s like I have a mental block or something.”

He hesitates for a moment, biting his lip before he speaks, “Do you want help?”

“What?” I stare at him dumbfounded.

He’s close to me now, chewing the inside of his lip, and he pushes the bag of flour back from the ledge of the counter. Both of us are suddenly breathing heavier—when did it get hot in here? Felipe’s voice is low as he talks.

“Do you want help? Pointers, maybe,” he whispers. “I have to do this during the season, querida. I can tell you how.”

“Felipe, I-”

Did I want to? I can’t deny Felipe is attractive, but we’re best friends. Whatever this is—whatever he’s suggesting—isn’t what best friends do, but when he muttered good girl earlier or when his chest brushed my back as he put things on shelves for me, I couldn’t deny a part of me had wished it would happen again.

“Use your words to tell me,” he says quietly.

My eyes flutter shut as I heave in a sharp breath. I can’t get his cologne out of my nose, and my brain wonders what his hands would feel like on my skin. Fuck, this isn’t supposed to happen.

“We’re friends,” I whisper. “Friends don’t do this.”

“Maybe not, but you’re my best friend. We get to decide what that looks like,” he says, being sure to move no closer to me. “You deserve to let go of the frustration, linda. You deserve to feel good.”

There he goes again with soft spoken words and those terms of endearment that make me swoon.

“I promise nothing has to change if we don’t want it to,” he continues. “This is entirely up to you, but I don’t want you to make a decision because of me or because you’re scared this changes. We don’t have to change.”

“We don’t?” I ask quietly.

He takes a careful step forward, fingers tucking a piece of hair behind my ear, and his brown eyes capture mine and fill me with a sense of ease, “We don’t.”

“And you’re sure?” I whisper, eyes still locked on him.

He smiles gently with a nod of his head, and he leans in toward my ear, “I’m positive. Do you want to know a secret?”

I nod my head, and he leans in closer so that I can feel his breath on my ear, “I’ve thought about what it’d be like to kiss you. Every time I’m here, I wonder what would happen if I just did it.”

“Felipe,” I breathe, leaning in toward him.

“Sometimes, when I’m traveling and I can’t relax, I think of you, querida,” he whispers, fingers resting on the other side of my face. “I wonder what you feel like, the noises you make, what you like.”

My fingers clutch the countertop, suddenly overwhelmed by the feeling of Felipe all around me and his words weighing on my brain. He had thought of me?

“How will you help me?” I whisper.

“How do you want me to help you?” he responds, fingers brushing down my cheek and running beneath my jaw.

My breath hitches as the burning path his fingertip leaves behind, “I want you to tell me what to do.”

“Before I can do that, I need you to tell me what you want exactly, linda,” he whispers. “You can say it. There’s no need to be embarrassed.”

“I want to cum,” I whisper, barely audible as something primal takes over.

“Good girl,” he grins, and a whimper falls from my lips. “Let’s go to your bedroom so you’re comfortable.”

Before I know it, Felipe is following me through the small apartment, our feet echoing down the hallway as I step into my bedroom. Is this happening? He asks if he can kiss me, and I nod my head gently. He rests one of his hands on my cheek, guiding us toward each other, and when our lips meet, my mind goes blank of anything besides him. I gingerly rest my hands around his neck, fingers burying into the short hair beginning to curl at the nape of his neck. Felipe is slow in letting the kiss build, letting me control the pace. I moan when our tongues meet, and I can feel his smile as he continues to kiss me. He moves to leave kisses across my jaw and my neck, and he chuckles quietly at my sharp breathing and stifled whimpers.

“You sound so pretty,” he whispers, and my fingers grip his shirt tightly. “Tell me, querida, why hasn’t it been working for you? What’s holding you back?”

“It’s like I lose focus. I-” I breathe in sharply as his teeth graze my neck. “I can get almost there, but then it disappears.”

“We’ll get you there, baby,” he whispers, and my knees nearly give way at his words. “When you’re ready, we’ll get you there.”

He continues his ministrations along my neck while his hands slip beneath my shirt to ghost fingers across my stomach and hips. He’s tantalizingly slow in his movements, laughing against my skin and grinning when I whimper for more or for him to hurry up. Just the feeling of his hands on my skin and the marks left by his lips have me teetering toward an edge I had missed for so long.

“Felipe, please,” I whisper. “It’s been so long.”

“Let’s get you on the bed,” he grins, leaving one last kiss against my neck.

I climb onto the bed, sitting near the pillows with my back against the headboard. I pick at my fingers nervously, watching Felipe as he sits toward the foot of the bed. He leans on one of his arms, sinking into the mattress near my knee, and his eyes trace up my body. A haze clouds my brain and fills my senses with Felipe. My skin tingles still where his hands had touched me. With some gentle coaxing, he has me leaning back into the pillows, hips angled on the mattress as my hair fans out around me. I feel his fingers on my ankle, sliding up the fabric of my leggings before resting at the top of my exposed hip. Another whine of his name falls uncontrollably past my lips.

“You have to tell me what you want,” he whispers, grinning as my hips make circles searching for anything from him. “This is about you.”

“I want you to teach me,” I whisper. “Teach me to feel good.”

“Are you going to be good and listen to me?” he asks quietly, a large hand engulfing my hip. I nod my head wildly, another please falling from my lips, and he leans forward to press a kiss to my forehead, “Good girl. I know you’re going to, linda. Lift your hips for me.”

I follow his words without a single hesitation, and his deft fingers dip beneath the waistband of my leggings to pull them from my skin. He tugs the fabric down my legs gently, dropping it to the floor, and he inhales sharply through his nose when he returns back to face me. His eyes are focused on my hips, fascinated by the wet spot on my underwear, and the whine that falls from my lips brings his attention back to my face.

“You’re already so wet,” he grins, hand trailing from my knee to my thigh. “That’s good, baby. You’re good. So, so pretty.”

“Felipe, please, I’m going crazy. I-”

All my words stop as pleasure racks my body in ways I never thought possible. He’s pressing a single digit to my clit, and the sensation is almost enough to send me over the edge. My jaw is wide open as if I were gasping, but no noise or breath makes its way out of me. I’m utterly speechless and breathless—lost in the feeling of Felipe pressing a nimble finger against me. He makes a singular slow circle, dragging the wet fabric across my clit, and that’s when a high-pitched whine makes its way past my lips followed by a string of expletives.

“You’re so sensitive, querida,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my stomach that nearly sends me over the edge with how close he is to my clit. “You never felt like this touching yourself?”

I shake my head, and he clicks his tongue against his teeth as he shakes his head, “That’s a shame, baby. You should be able to feel good whenever you want. You own your own pleasure.”

I’m lost as he continues his slow circles, and his words string together in my brain. My body reacts to his voice, relishing in the raspy tone filling the room. I’m begging him to take my underwear off before I realize it, and he laughs quietly at my desperate attempts to grind my hips further against his hand.

“Can I see all of you?” he whispers, and I suddenly freeze as his fingers begin to lift the hem of my t-shirt.

He waits for me to answer, and when I nod my head softly, he whispers thank you before gently pulling the shirt over my head. He removes my bra in the same careful fashion, groaning when my peaked nipples are revealed to him. I cross my arms across my chest, starting to squirm away from him because of how exposed I feel.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispers, hands resting on my hips. “Don’t cover up around me, linda. You’re perfect.”

He begins leaving kisses on my collarbone as my defenses drop, and he’s whispering compliments into my skin as his lips trail across my chest and shoulders. Felipe pays careful attention to his featherlight kisses while his fingers rub circles into my hips. By the time he has made it to the waistband of my underwear, I no longer feel exposed as my fingers curl into his hair. He gets confirmation before he gently tugs the fabric down my legs. A nagging thought in the back of my head screams about being naked in front of him, but I’m too caught up in pleasure to care.

“Felipe, please touch me,” I groan. “Please, I want to cum.”

“You will, baby,” he whispers, pressing two fingers against me again as I gasp. “You’re going to do it, though. You need to be able to pleasure yourself before someone else can. I’ll be here talking you through it, but you need to know your own fingers.”

“Felipe,” I whimper his name as he grabs my hand, replacing his fingers with mine.

I gasp at the change in sensation, his warm fingers replaced by my cold ones.

“Good girl,” he whispers, knowing the term will set me off as it had in the kitchen. “You listen to me so well—so eager to do what I tell you to do. I know you like it when I tell you how good you are.”

“I love it,” I choke out, finding a rhythm against my clit that has me clenching the duvet in my other hand. “Fuck, I love it.”

“Can you go a little faster for me, linda?” his hands are gripping my thighs, and it causes me to cry out as I pick up the pace. Obscene sounds fill the room as I feel the knot forming deep in my stomach, and Felipe speaks lowly as he does, “There you go. Good girl.”

“Can I touch you?” I gasp. “Please.”

He smiles softly, brushing hair back from my flushed face, “This is about you, though. Don’t worry about me.”

“I want to,” my voice is choked as the pleasure mounts, clouding my brain as I squeeze my eyes shut. “I want to feel you, Felipe. I want you to feel good, too. Let me do that.”

“Fuck,” he groans as he stands from the bed, and I stop rubbing my clit to watch him. He lifts his brows as he looks at me, hands hesitating at the waistband of his sweats, and I nod my head as a promise that this is something I want. He follows quickly, letting his sweats fall, and my eyes are met with the sight of his cock straining against the fabric of his boxers. He groans when he sees my expression—biting my lip and eyes wide as I unabashedly stare at him. I reach out toward him, fingers gently tracing along the cock as he gasps, and he lets me dip my fingers beneath the waistband to discard it on the floor.

“You’re so pretty,” I whisper, fingers gently tracing along the veins and circling around the flushed pink head. “Felipe, you’re perfect.”

“Linda, I-” he groans. “Fuck, you’re so good.”

“How do you touch yourself?” I whisper, hand softly wrapping around him.

He gasps as my hand grips him, “This isn’t about me. This is for you.”

“Will you show me?” I whisper, eyes cast toward his face as my fingers continue their slow movements on him. “I want you to feel good, too.”

“You want me to show you how I touch myself?” he asks quietly, voice raspy at the overwhelming feeling of my hand on him.

I look fucked out already—cheeks flushed and chest heaving, hair wild and eyes lidded. Felipe agrees, settling at the foot of the bed across from me. We’re propped up across from each other, tipped toward our respective ends of the bed frame to watch the other, and a heavy silence hangs between us. His shorter hair is curling from the warmth in the room, small curls near his hairline, and he watches me with hooded eyes as my eyes trace his body.

“Go ahead, baby,” he whispers, nodding toward me. “Spread your legs a little wider for me. There you go.”

I gasp as my fingers work circles against my clit, a part of me wishing they were his instead. Pleas and his name are falling from my lips in desperate whimpers, and they only grow in volume when I see his hand stroking his cock. He’s groaning as he does, breath hitching and gentle praise falling from his lips as he watches me. It’s a twisted game—watching the other get themselves off. Heat races up my spine as my legs shake, and I can feel the coil in my stomach tightening as my hips buck against my hand.

“Felipe, it’s not enough. Please,” I cry, any sense of shame out the window as I desperately search for something more.

“I’ve got you, querida. Keep going,” he groans, shifting on the bed as he abandons his own pleasure.

His hand settles over mine on my clit, pressing down on my hand and slipping between my fingers for constant friction. I lose myself—legs spasming as I come crashing down. It takes me by surprise. When my fingers stop, he continues to draw out my climax, and I’m writhing on the bed as I whimper with one hand curling around his wrist.

“So fucking pretty,” he rasps, fingers stilling but resting over my pussy. “I’m so proud of you. You did it, baby, even with a little help. You did so, so well.”

I’m just nodding my head dumbly, eyes shut as my hips grind slowly against his hand before stilling. My heart is pounding as blood pumps through me, and it feels like every part of my body is throbbing and heavy with exhaustion. He leans forward to leave kisses across my face and neck, gentle kisses as he whispers praise into my skin. It takes a while before my eyes crack open.

“Felipe, you need to finish,” my voice is raspy as I start to sit up.

My legs are still shaking as I shift to a kneeling position, and his hands steady my hips while I move. Rough palms slide against my slick skin, and butterflies erupt at the warmth of the contact.

“I’m okay, love. This was about you,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Please, let me do this,” I whisper, hand gingerly reaching between his legs to brush against his head. “I want you to feel good. I want to know what you feel like, what you sound like.”

He groans loudly, letting a string of curse words from all his languages slip from his tongue. My hand grips him, sliding slowly up and down his cock to feel the velvety skin and protruding vein. I go no faster until he answers.

“Fuck, go ahead,” he rasps, eyes squeezing shut as he focuses on my warm palm around him. “We should’ve done this before now.”

He continues to let praise and comments slip past his lips, interrupted by cursing and sudden groans as my hand works faster up and down his cock. My thumb slips across his tip, smearing precum across the flushed skin, and I can’t help but moan at the sight of his hips bucking into my hand. When he whimpers faster, my wrist flexes as I work him, and I lean forward to leave kisses against his neck and jaw. His hips start to stutter as his thighs flex, and I already know he’s tipping over the edge before he chokes out a warning. White hot warmth lands on my skin, and I relish in the nosies he’s making—trying to commit them to memory before he stops.

“Come here,” he whispers, fingers curling beneath my jaw and pulling my lips toward his. “You’re so good for me. You’re so beautiful.”

It’s soft and warm and full of gentle caresses, and I sigh into the kiss out of pure content. When he breaks away, he tells me he’ll be right back before disappearing into the bathroom. He returns with a washcloth in hand, and he whispers continued praise and compliments as he wipes my skin clean before turning to his own.

“Felipe,” I whisper as his hands continue to knead my hips and thighs, easing some of the ache that had begun to set in my muscles.

He shushes me, leaving soft kisses on my jaw and cheek, “We’ll talk about it, linda. I promise. Right now, just let me take care of you.”

I nod my head, letting him continue his lazy kisses and gentle squeezes. He kneads any tension from my body before letting me lay back on the bed. He follows suit, hair fanning out around his head as he wraps an arm around my waist. I curl into him, relishing the warmth of his bare skin against mine. We’re like puzzle pieces beneath the duvet—slotting together perfectly with legs tangles and cheek against his chest. We stay here for a while, talking about random things as we relish each other’s company. My stomach suddenly growls, interrupting our conversation as he laughs gently.

“You were making dinner, weren’t you? I’m sorry I pulled you away,” he laughs quietly, reaching toward the nightstand for his phone. “What do you want to eat? I’ll order something.”

“Dumplings,” I grin, tipping my chin on his chest to look up at him. “Thank you.”

He nods, brushing hair back from my face, “Anything for you.”

I listen as his phone is set back on the table, and I wait for him to look back toward me. He tips his eyebrows when our eyes meet, and his smile starts growing as he sees my grin.

“What is it?” he asks, chuckling when my cheeks flush pink.

“Well, since you said anything,” my fingers crawls up his bare chest, brushing over a sprinkling of short hair. “I want you inside of me.”

His jaw drops open as he groans, but a laugh follows his reaction, “You’re really going to hold me to my words?”

I nod my head, “You’re the one who said I should know what it’s like to feel good.”

He hesitates for a moment, eyes searching my expression for any sign I may be lying. My eyes light up when a smile spreads deeper onto his face, and he sighs in defeat as he tosses his chin toward the phone.

“Check when the delivery gets here,” he laughs, and I’m scrambling for the phone before he finishes.

“45 minutes,” I answer, throwing my leg over his hips. “Think that’s enough?”

He laughs as he nods his head, large hands sliding up the back of my thighs as his eyes follow my face, “Trying to make up for the last year?”

I nod my head, grinding a slow circle into his hips. He groans, and I feel his cock hardening beneath me again, “And then some.”

Felipe grins at my answer, using my hips as leverage to push me further against him, “That’s my girl. Always knowing what she wants.”

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boysthatgovroomvroom · 2 years

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A CHAMPIONS REWARD

Pairing: Marcus Armstrong x Reader x Felipe Drugovich

Summary: After Felipe wins the 2022 F2 Championship, Marcus and his girlfriend decide to surprise him with his own, personal celebration.

Wordcount: about 3k

Warnings: 18+, smut, protected p in v, threesome (dom!Marcus, switch!Reader, kinda sub!Felipe), some voyeur, choking

A/N: English is not my first language so pls excuse minor language mistakes I'm trying my best lmao

You had known for a while that Felipe had a thing for you. And it wasn't that you didn't find him attractive, but you were happy with Marcus, you loved him. And Felipe knew that. Yes he might blush the next morning after hearing you and Marcus through thin walls late at night, but he never tried to damage the relationship you and Marcus had.

Marcus was also aware that you thought of Felipe as attractive. But he wasn't bothered by it in the slightest. He was confident in the connection you two had, the love you shared. And he knew that neither of you would change it for the world.

Which is why Marcus was the one to have the idea to give Felipe a gift for his championship win. And what was the gift? Something he had wanted but never realized he could get. A night with you.

The Sunday of the Feature Race had ended in a club in Milan for most of the F2 grid and their significant others, drinking, dancing and just enjoying the last race weekend until the final round in Abu Dhabi.

While most of the drivers were sitting in a lounge, drinking and laughing the night away while you were on the dance floor with some of the significant others. You were swaying your hips as you danced closely with Ines, Clem's girlfriend, just letting the best of the music roll through your body. You were laughing and having fun but a little voice in your mind knew this was teasing Marcus. No matter how tonight would end, you knew you were in for one hell of a night.

Marcus was looking over at you from time to time, enjoying the way your body moved against Ines', the smile on your face warming his heart and making his jeans just a little bit tighter. He was completely and utterly yours. But he noticed he wasn't the only one roaming your body with his eyes. Felipe, a couple of seats over, was doing the same. Smirking to himself, Marcus began to put the plan into place as he moved to sit next to the Formula 2 champion.

"She looks gorgeous, doesn't she?"

Felipe flinched as Marcus' voice got through to him. His eyes wide as he looked at your boyfriend. His heart let out a beat, trying to form an explanation for his lingering gaze. His brain wasn't fast enough as he started to stutter, mouth now faster than his brain. He felt like burning up, the attraction and embarrassment making a blush rise across his cheeks and neck while he scratched the back of his neck. A nervous habit he had developed in his childhood.

"Mate, no need to be embarrassed. She's attractive. You're looking. No harm done."

Marcus shrugged it off and he could immediately see Felipe relax in his seat. Felipe had probably expected him to blow up on him, calling him names for looking at something that wasn't his. But Marcus had stayed calm, the smirk on his face had the gears turning in Felipe's head. What was he planning?

Marcus Sat closer to the Brazilian, making sure no one would hear what he was about to suggest.

"In fact, (Y/N) and I had some thoughts for your championship celebration. And if you're down, she would like to give you a reward."

Felipe's eyes widened and his mouth ran dry. Marcus couldn't possibly mean what he thought, right? His mind ran hundred miles per hour, thoughts running through his head he hadn't allowed himself to think before. Fantasies he had kept down for God knows how long came onto the surface. He looked at Marcus, trying to find an indication whether or not this might be a joke. But his face was completely serious.

"So, what do you say? You in or not?"

Felipe risked a glance onto the dancefloor, his chocolate brown eyes meeting yours. You had been watching them with a smile on your face. The smile soon turned into a seductive smirk as you came to conclusion of what was happening. Closing his and and taking a deep breath he nodded, widening Marcus' smile.

Slapping Felipe on the shoulder he stood up and motioned for Felipe to do the same, a confused gaze meeting his.

"Come on then. Your rewards starts now."

You were still dancing as you saw your boyfriend moving around you in your peripheral vision with a satisfied smirk on his that you returned. More or less at the same time muscled arms wrapped around your waist, moving you into a warm body that began to move with you. Your smirk only widened. You had Felipe exactly where you had wanted him. Marcus moved in front of you, joining in on your movements.

After a while of just dancing you began feeling a little more reckless, backing your ass up into Felipe and pressing it into his crotch. You could already feel the slight hardness that had formed, only riling you up more. Felipe let out a deep groan, letting his head fall in the crook of your neck. You giggled, astonished as the effect you had on him. You turned your head to press a kiss to the skin you could reach, his temple, before whispering in the most innocent tone in his ear.

"Already so hard for me? I didn't even touch you.. Such a desperate naughty boy, aren't you Felipe?"

Normally your dominant side was buried deep in the submission you had for Marcus in the bedroom. But now, you decided, you could let yourself go a little wild. And it seemed to work with not only Felipe but Marcus as well, both letting out simultaneous groans. Marcus saw the glimmer of mischief in your eyes as soon as it was there but decided to let you have your fun. You both knew who would be the one submitting to the other. And it sure as hell wouldn't be Marcus.

And he was sure to remind you of that as he wrapped his hand around your throat lightly, making your head turn back to him. He started to kiss you, squeezing your throat a little and making you moan as you grabbed a handful of his button up shirt. But that apparently wasn't enough. Felipe had started kissing your exposed shoulder, making your nerves go into overdrive. Out were your thoughts and you just let yourself feel. The familiar taste of Marcus on your lips, his hand around your neck cutting off your blood flow just enough to make you lightheaded, the two types of their cologne mixing together to create an intoxicating smell, Felipe's big hands digging into your hands and his lips and stubble that was gliding over the sensitive skin if your shoulder. All these sensations were flooding your senses, making you merely putty in their hands. Marcus pulled away from the kiss with a smirk.

"We should get back to the hotel. Don't want this to escalated in a public place, do we sweetheart?"

You looked at him half-lidded, already a mess to their touch. Your chest heaving with the air you were trying to get into your lungs. You were in a daze and Felipe continuing his caresses on your shoulders and neck made you unable to register what your boyfriend had said. He raised a brow with a patronizing smile, knowing he would punish you later for not answering.

He grabbed your chin and your attention was finally focused on him.

"Darling I asked you a question. Don't make the punishment worse by not answering a second time."

A groan sounded in the back of your throat as you nodded desperately. You wanted to continue this as soon as possible and you all knew this wasn't an appropriate place for it.

Felipe let off of your skin, looking at the marks his lips had left. Deep inside he felt proud of himself, marking you for at least a couple of days while he only had you one night. He would leave a reminder of him on your skin. It wouldn't be all that fleeting.

Marcus grabbed your hand, moving to leave as you grasped Felipe's to pull him along. During the ride back to the hotel some rules were exchanged. Protection is to be used. No cumming inside you. You could only cum when Marcus allowed you to. And the most important one. If any of you said the word 'gumdrop' everything would come to a stop. Gumdrop had been yours and Marcus' safeword ever since the beginning of the championship so it made sense to make this rule clear to Felipe as well.

When you entered your hotel room you began kissing Felipe. It felt different than the kisses from your boyfriend, but not bad necessarily. Your hands found their way to his hair, pulling at his wild brown locks and making him moan into your mouth. His hands had wandered over your waist to your hips and ass, grabbing onto anything he could hold onto.

Meanwhile Marcus had made himself comfortable on the armchair next to the bed, having a good view of what you were doing. His shirt was already unbuttoned and he was starting to breathe heavy from what he saw. He could see that Felipe was trying to hold himself back so he decided to help him out with a devilish smirk.

"Felipe you don't need to be careful with her. She likes it rough, don't you sweetheart?"

A whimper escaped you while you could feel the hands on your body tighten significantly. And Marcus wasn't wrong. You enjoyed taking it rough, it made your heart race, your adrenaline spike. It felt more nerve-wracking.

One of the hands on your body wandered up to the back of your head, gripping your hair and pulling your back back. The sensation made goosebumps rise on your skin and you couldn't help but sink your nails into his tanned skin.

You started to become desperate and pulled on the shirt that Felipe wore. He obliged and slowly you lost more and more of your clothing. When you were only in your underwear you started pushing him towards the bed. It hit his knees, making him buckle and fall on his back on the bed. Before you could follow, Marcus' voice cut off your thoughts.

"Love, come here for a second."

It was the first time since you had entered the room that you had a proper look at your boyfriend. And what you saw made your knees weak. His chest was exposed by his open button up, the heavy breaths making it rise and fall vigorously. His the rest of his clothes safe his boxers had found their way to the floor. His eyes dark as they focused on you while his hand was palming himself through the fabric of his boxers.

Complying you made your way over to him. The smile on his face could be seen as sinister but you knew by the glimmer in his eyes that there was still a certain softness to him. He grabbed your chin and pulled you into a breathtaking kiss that had your heart fluttering. When he pulled away the whisper made a shiver run down your spine.

"You can enjoy this all you want. But don't forget who you belong to, Sweetheart. Now show the champion a good time."

He landed a slap on your asscheek before you moved back to the Brazilian laying on the hotel bed. He too was breathing heavily and you could see the outline of his hard-on through his boxers. You smiled sweetly at him while moving towards him. Crawling over him on the bed you began kissing every inch of skin you could reach. You felt his abs contract under your touch and his head fell back when you started kissing his neck, a throaty groan filling the room.

You liked having this effect, this power over him. And you continued to play out as you started to grind on his bulge. Your panties were already soaked and you were sure he could feel your wetness through his boxers as well.

His hands were moving towards your hips, wanting to guide your movements. But you had other plan. Pinning his hands to his sides you lifted your head to look into his brown eyes. Shaking your your head as you let out a laugh.

"No touching. Or you'll be punished. This is supposed to be a reward Felipe."

A whine left his lips as you decided to torture him even more. You moved from his neck down, leaving a path of kisses and lovebites on his abdomen. Slowly you pulled down his boxers to reveal his leaking length. Kicking away the pre-cum that had already stained his skin you also liked a stripe up his length before taking him in your hand and giving him a few thorough strokes. The sentation made Felipe's hips jerk and caused his head to fall back, his face scrunched up in an expression of bliss.

"C'mon baby. Show the champion just how good your filthy mouth is."

And you did just that. Taking him in your mouth you began sucking the head before moving up and down and hollowing your cheeks. You pumped the rest you couldn't fit in your mouth. The sounds that escaped him were glorious and you could see how hard he was holding back to touch you by his clenched fists by his side.

"Sweetheart you can do better than that. Go deeper. Fucking choke on his cock like I know you can."

Taking a deep breath in, you complied. Taking him all the way until his head hit the back of your throat. Tears started to form in your eyes as you swallowed around him. Of course this had an effect on Felipe as well. He could help but thrust his hips up, forcing his cock deeper. You clawed at his thighs as you kept your mouth on him until Marcus' voice interrupted.

"That's enough, love."

You pulled away instantly and you heard Felipe take a shuddered breath. You really had done a number on him. Your eyes wandered over to your boyfriend who had now stripped off his boxers as well, stroking his cock while watching you. He was achingly hard, you could tell by the strokes and the angry red colour of his tip. His breath was labored as he tried to speak.

"Can't have this be over so soon can we? Now do your thing, baby."

Your smile turned wicked as you leaned over Felipe to get the condoms that were in the bedside drawer. After rolling the condom on you positioned yourself above him.

"You okay to continue Felipe?"

He already looked a mess. Skin a flushed red. Bruises scattering his abs. His hair trousled from running his hands through it over and over. And his eyes were half lidded as he looked up at you. A fucked out smile forming on his face.

"Whatever you want."

His accent was stronger than usual, making it obvious just how much of an effect you had on him. Slowly you pushed yourself down on him, feeling him fill you up with every bit of him. Once you were bottomed out and seated on top of him both of you let out a moan.

As you started moving you held yourself up on his chest, feeling his heartbeat race through him. Felipe filled you just right and everytime you pulled back he hit your spot just right, making you clench around him. His moans started turning into whines.

"Please... Please let me touch you."

You smiled and looked over at Marcus, who nodded.

"Only because you asked so nicely."

With that his hands flew to your hips, guiding your movements while you rode him into oblivion. Once again your gaze met the one of your boyfriend and you couldn't pull away from each other. You gave him a soft smile to check in on him and he gave you a smile back. It was strange. He was watching you fuck another guy, one of your friends nonetheless, and still your connection was as deep as it was when it was only the two of you. Your eye contact was broken when you felt Felipe move his hand to rub circles into your clit making you clench even tighter. You saw Felipe was close and so were you. You looked over at Marcus.

"Can I cum? Please I can't hold it."

"Go ahead, love. Show him how pretty you are when you cum."

Your movements became sloppy all while the circles on your clit became almost frantic. And as you fell over the cliff of the orgasm, Felipe followed, spilling into the condom. You could hear Marcus groan as well as he spilled over his hand. All three of you breathed heavily as you got off Felipe and rolled next to him.

Marcus was the first to move from his seat as he went to the bathroom to clean himself up. He came back in boxers and two washcloths in hand. One he handed to Felipe while he cleaned you with the other.

After all was cleaned up and the condom discarded the lights were turned off while you made yourself comfortable under the sheets. You cuddled into Marcus' chest while looking at Felipe who had a satisfied smile on his face.

"Thanks for the reward guys. Was really one of the best gifts I've got for the championship win."

You were already drifting to sleep as you heard Marcus answer with a slight laugh.

"Mate but don't think this will ever happen again. She's mine."

And you were. All his.

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writingshushf1 · 1 year

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don't have a specific request but would loooove to see anything more from you about felipe, there's such a shortage about him on here 😩

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

Rating: +16

Warnings: some angst, bit of asshole reader and drugovich, enemies to lovers, hint of a smut.

Word count: 2.5k

Note: since there was no theme or something more than drugovich, i made an idea from a friend, she was very specific with things so it did help me to create something more than a blurb, enjoy it!

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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.”

You both laughed and he took off your dress and shoes, soon being only in his trousers, pushing you against the bed and starting to kiss your neck.

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lxndonorris · 1 year

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seized moments - Felipe Drugovich

Y/N x Felipe Drugovich Theme: smutish (teasing, touching, not too explicit) having a touchy moment with Felipe during the race x word count: 1330+

The sun already set on this beautiful, exciting day in Bahrain. It's the first race day of the new Formula 1 season, and you're in the paddock, supporting your boyfriend Felipe. You're standing right next to him near the Aston Martin garage, watching the race together. As a reserve driver, he is meant to replace another in case they're unable to race. This time, he's on standby, so you can spend more time with him. It's a struggle, on the one hand, you love seeing him race, seeing him compete, being so damn passionate, but on the other hand, you're now with him, and you can enjoy the sight of him wearing his new, green racing suit from Aston Martin.

He's all geared up in case of an emergency, but everything is going very smoothly today. Both, Fernando and Lance, are performing extremely well, and it seems to be a promising season for the entire team, including Felipe. Now, you're standing right next to him, the two of you watching the race on a giant screen, with him occasionally wandering closer to the pit wall every time one of the cars crosses the finish line. You're taking advantage of this since this suit flatters his strong frame perfectly. Especially his shoulders, his chest, and his butt are looking so fine, and he is fully aware of that. Mostly, he has his arms crossed in front of his chest, causing the fabric to be tight around his muscles.

Felipe stops, lifting his chin slightly thinking deeply. He's wearing headphones too, so he can get acquainted with the processes and the chemistry inside the team. Though, obviously, his is muted most of the time, so he won't interrupt anything by accident. Slowly, you approach him from behind, intertwining your arm with his, pulling him a little closer toward you. This pulls him out of this state, he turns his head and smiles shyly. Carefully, you lift one part of his headphones, to whisper into his ear. "Penny for your thoughts?" You breathe into his ear, and he giggles.

Felipe removes the headset completely and holds it tight in one of his hands. "I'm… I am just happy to be here." He says quietly, his eyes back on track as another car, the Red Bull, crosses the line again. "Being here is my dream come true." You pout for a short second, even if this sounds a bit cheesy, you know he means it. Since the day he announced his partnership with Aston Martin, he's never been happier. Gently pulling at his arm again, you smile. "We should celebrate that." You say, unable to hide the playful grin forming on your lips.

Instantly, he turns to you again, one eyebrow raised curiously. "Celebrate?" He says, his eyes shifting between your eyes and your lips. "Yeah, I mean." You say, playing the innocent one before you place a hand on his chest. "is there a place, to be, alone?" He licks his lips at the sound of your voice, and raises his head, checking his surroundings, if anyone is overhearing you. "Oh, I know a place," Felipe says in a hushed tone. "Give me a second." He smiles, places a single kiss on your cheek, and heads towards some team members. You watch him blush, before he smiles, and nods.

He returns, still blushing, as he runs a hand through his beautifully curled hair. "We've got 15 minutes." Felipe leans in, his voice down to a whisper. "'Kay." You say while he takes your hand, leading you through the garage into a labyrinth of passageways. "Just around here." He says, his voice a little higher pitched than usual. You walk around the corner and find a more secluded area. Just a few stacks of tires, put-up walls, and containers stand around, the perfect place to not be filmed every second. "Awesome." You say as you turn to him, and he immediately raises his hands. "If they call me, I need to go. I had to promise that." He says, trying his best to hide an excited smile behind a more serious expression.

"Fine." You say, playfully rolling your eyes. Of course, as soon as his team needs him, he has to go, that's how life goes. Licking his lips again in anticipation, he takes a step forward, his hands immediately looking for your waist, pulling you into a sweet, but longing kiss. "Mhmm." You breathe deeply, as his tongue slowly, but surely explores your mouth, leaving a few drops of his delicious taste everywhere he goes. At the same time, you take in the familiar, alluring scent of his cologne, which gets intensified by your longing desire for more.

"Feels good." He growls as you steady yourself against his broad frame, stroking his chest firmly through the fabric of his racing suit. Both of you enjoy this, a lot. Felipe loves to be fondled in that way, with you feeling his pecs firmly, while you feel his hands gently stroking your butt. After a few more strokes, you unbutton the collar of his racing suit, causing him to flinch for a second, surprised. "Oh, really?" He smirks, leaning his head back just enough for you to still feel his lips lingering on yours. "Yeah." You breathe, placing a hand on the zipper, teasingly pulling it down. At the same time, his eyes shift between your hand and your eyes, with them shimmering slightly in the pale, artificial light.

With his top now slightly unzipped, you slip one hand inside, touching him, teasing him, by stroking his nipples with your thumb. "Fuck." He purrs deeply, and the two of you move a little closer to a wall, with him leaning against it. "Feels good, huh?" You smirk, satisfied with your work. Felipe nods and exhales, just as your hand wanders all over his chest, his pecs, nipples, and even further down to trace the visible, tangible outlines of his abs with the tip of your fingers.

Simultaneously, his hands wander to your waist, before he starts to stroke the small of your back gently. For a while, you stand there, both of you purring, growling, and muttering how much you enjoy this. Then, your hand follows his treasure trail, a little further down, just beneath his navel. "Y/N." He moans quietly, closing his eyes for just a second before regaining his composure. "Babè. You know I love that." Felipe says, his eyes now stuck on yours. "I do." You whisper, leaning into him once more, to kiss him lovingly.

To tease him a little further, you make sure to run a hand even further down, noticing a bulge forming in his pants. You know all of his most sensitive spots, and you make sure to let him know every time you're making out. He's like an open book, a beautiful, stunning book to be sure. "Oh?" You say, acting shocked, while he just nods defeated. "Shut up." He groans breathlessly, grabbing your chin gently before playfully pushing you away. "You love it." You giggle, removing your hand from his crotch, to grab his chin now. "Say it:" Firmly, you hold his face in front of yours, and with your other hand, you stroke his chest again. "I love you." He says, catching you off-guard. "I love you too." You say, blushing heavily, and you kiss him once again.

The time is nearly over, but before you head back, you make sure to wait a little bit, because the forming tent inside his suit is giving everything away. Felipe runs a hand across his own chest, touching himself through his fireproofs, once, then twice, before closing it in one swift movement. You pat his chest gently and close his collar. "That felt good." He purrs happily and takes your hand. At the same time, he touches himself with his empty hand. "I am glad." You say and hug him. Felipe embraces your body against his, placing a kiss on your forehead.

#Felipe drugovich #Felipe drugovich smut #Felipe drugovich fanfic #Felipe drugovich fanfiction #Felipe drugovich imagine #felipe drugovich x reader #felipe drugovich x y/n #Felipe drugovich one shot #Felipe drugovich blurb #My writing: felipe drugovich

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unsaidcurses · 2 years

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hii, can i request a fluffy fic with felipe where he's been telling everyone he has a gf but they don't believe him so one day he brings her in to the paddock and everyone's surprised (also bonus point if she's very smart college student lol) thank u sm in advance<33

why I feel like this could be an actaul thing? anyways, sorry for the eventual mistakes and enjoy<3

pairing: felipe drugovich x fem!reader

wordcount: 1k

"hey ines. i haven't seen you in a while, how are you?"

felipe questioned clement's girlfriend, who just joined him, clem, marcus and dennis at a table in the hospitality where they were discussing the free practice they had earlier.

"im good, how about you?" she asked back giving him and the others a small hug.

"living the life, i guess." he answered offering her the chair where he was sitting near clem, going to the spare one next to marcus.

the couple shared some kisses, and the new zealander decided to tease them about it.

"get a room you two."

"or we can continue and you can go find yourself a girlfriend." the frenchman retorted with the approval of the whole group.

"no but seriously guys, when are you getting girlfriends? don't get me wrong, you're funny, but i would like some company when you're on track." ines added. she wasn't close with any other driver's girlfriend, beside the fact that they weren't present at every race, so she was often alone.

the boys started chatting about some girls they were talking to, and didn't noticed felipe's eyes darting from side to side in anticipation.

"actually-", he cleared his throat getting everyone's attention, "i have a girlfriend."

mouths agape and glances were flying around him after the confession. he waited for someone to break the silence, and dennis did.

"nah, you don't." the boys expressions relaxed, and ines pouted, believing more dennis' words than felipe's.

"what?! of course i do, why wouldn't i?" he was sure they would have made fun of him, but not that they wouldn't believe him at all.

"man, you were literally talking about farting in the car five minutes ago." clem pointed out resembling the conversation they had before ines arrived.

"yes, cause you asked me to!" the brazilian threw his hands in the air. he really didn't expected this kind of reaction.

"okay okay-", marcus stepped in when his friends started arguing about the existence of this fictitious girlfriend. "let's give him the benefic of the doubt, he does have a girlfried. then why we never saw her to races?"

"she goes to college. and she has compulsory attendance, thus it's usually me visiting her during week days, and her visiting me weeks off so we can spend more time together. she planned on coming to see the races next week. they are pretty close to her home, and her session ends in a couple of days." the boy explained the situation as it was, hoping to finally convince his friends.

"it make perfect sense." dennis simply replied.

"it does cause it's the truth! but you refuse to believe me." felipe crossed his arms as a sign of frustration. he felt incredibly fortunate and delighted to have found someone like you, who made him light-hearted, happy and that was always so supportive of him, and he couldn't share this joy with the closest people he had because they were as mature as kids.

"let's postpone this conversationt to next week then, uhm?", ines tried to smooth the waters changing subject. "but just for the record, i really hope not to be alone next friday." she concluded winking at the boy.

"count on her."

it was friday, the day you were coming for the first time to see one of felipe's races in person. him, clement and ines were in their motorhome doing nothing, or better, patiently waiting for you to show up.

"oh come on man, just say you don't have a partner so we can all go back to our lives." clement almost shouted, tired of just sitting tight.

your plane was supposed to arrive at the airport hours ago, and felipe would have picked you up if only the company from where you bought your tickets wasn't famous for its delay. the main problem was that felipe had to be in the paddock when your plane was expected to land, which meant you had to reach the track and get past security all the by yourself. but after a solid half an hour, you finally arrived and started looking for an orange suit.

"drugovich!" you exclaimed when you saw him in front of his car with other two people you couldn't recognize. he turned around and approached you, embracing you warmly.

"y/n! you made it." he moved back a little to look at you properly. moving a strand of hair out of your face, he leaned down to leave a sweet kiss to your lips.

"i missed your face, you know?" you whispered with your hands on his cheeks, before getting on your tiptoe to give him another kiss on the tip of his nose.

"i hope you missed more than just that." he joked, your laugh following.

you detatched and made your way towards the couple, who was now accompanied by other two boys. all of them were staring at you with wide eyes, except the girl who was broadly smiling.

"well, everybody meets y/n, y/n these are marcus, dennis, clem and his girlfriend ines" you could clearly tell how thrilled he was to introduce you to his friends from how his voice became slightly high pitched.

you talked a bit and caught up before an engineer called the teammates in orange, as they had to get ready for the free practice. the brazilian hold you close and whispered to your ear "I'll be back in a hour or so"

"drive safe, I want you in one piece" you responded with an hand in his hair to ruffle it.

when all the boys left, you remained with ines, who locked her arm with yours to bring you to the motorhome where you could watch the race and get to know each other a little better. you were glad you found someone to spend the time with, especially since she seemed great company.

once close to the cars, ready to get in, clem gave voice to his first impression of you to felipe."she looks cute. are you sure you didn't pay her to play the part?"

"really funny clem, but no, I did it all by myself, imagine that." he said proudly.

"mh. but I still don't believe you got a girlfriend" he ended the conversation getting in the car after their last call, only to be met with felipe's grin.

#felipe drugovich #felipe drugovich x reader #felipe drugovich imagine #f2 x reader #f2 imagine #f2

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onlyonetifosi · 11 months

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F2 masterlist

Oakberry problems

Mistakes to fix

Leclerc!reader - sister reader

I've to tell you something... I'm seeing someone

First Podium, Family Celebration

The shadow

Unbreakable bonds - leclerc!sister

Dancing to win

The engineer

The graduation- part 2 to The engineer

Cheating bounds

Hypo problems

Turbulent skies

Sleepy adventures

The tiktok siblings trend

Scary needles

Allergy problems

Hidden Love on the Track

I've to tell you something... I'm seeing someone

Felipe Drugovich Ig AU

Hidden Love on the Track

#f1 imagine #f2 imagine #arthur leclerc imagine #dennis hauger x reader #felipe drugovich imagine #ollie bearman imagine #ollie bearman x reader

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charlewiss · 1 year

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snippets of you / felipe drugovich

masterlist

summary: your relationship with felipe through bereal's posts <3

⚠️ Time to BeReal ⚠️

2 min left to capture a BeReal and see what your friends are up to!

#felipe drugovich x reader #felipe drugovich imagine #felipe drugovich x y/n #felipe drugovich x you #f1 imagine #f2 imagine #f1 x you #f2 x you #instagram au #felipe drugovich instagram au #f1 instagram au #f2 instagram au

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lovelyleclercs · 1 year

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Sandman- FD11

Felipe Drugovich x Fem!Reader

-> Brazil doesn't get any snow, but you have the sudden desire to build a snowman. with no snow.

word count: 1397

warnings: one mention of sex, not proof read

A/N: fluffy Felipe content

Brazil was always one of your favorite places to visit- the weather was always sunny and warm, the people there were always incredibly sweet, and of course if you were visiting Brazil, it typically meant that you were visiting Felipe’s family- who you loved and adored with all of your heart.

Although you and Felipe both tended to live in between two countries, you found yourself spending more time in the UK, due to the fact that it was most convenient for Felipe in terms of traveling for work.

After two weeks of post season testing, you and Felipe finally found yourself planted at his childhood home in Brazil, laying out on the deck trying to get some sort of tan that the UK had failed to provide you over the past month or so of rain.

Although you absolutely adored the brazilian weather, you couldn’t help but miss the weather back home in england, knowing that the grass was covered in snow, waiting for just about anyone to pick it up to make a snowman, start a snowball fight, or even build a snow fort- all very fond memories you have from your childhood.

When your phone dinged, indicating that you had received a text, you had assumed that it was just your mother texting you another photo of something that she wanted to get Felipe for christmas. She had been having the hardest time trying to decide what to get for him. You had told her countless times that Felipe wasn’t expecting anything from her, but she had insisted that she get her future son-in-law something for the holidays.

When you opened the message from your mom, you were greeted with a photo of a small snowman, built in the front lawn of your childhood home. It had a cute little red scarf with a matching red hat as well as a small pair of red mittens that were hanging off of the sticks that were being used for arms. “Oh my gosh…” you whispered, a smile appearing on your lips as you examined the photo a bit more.

Felipe looked over at you and removed his sunglasses to try to get a better read as to what was going on. “Everything ok over there?” he asked, turning on his side to face you.

“Yeah, everything is all good. My mom just sent me a photo of the snowman she and my nephew, James, built today. It’s just taking me back to when I was seven and my sister and I would drag her outside to help us build our snowman… I haven’t built one in years.. Not since we spend the holiday season here in Brazil.”

Felipe wrapped his arm around you and looked over at your phone. “I’ve never built a snowman, you know”

You looked up at him, your jaw dropped out of shock. “Never.. Like… never ever???”

Felipe laughed and shook his head. “Never ever. It doesn’t snow in brazil and I never really thought about building one whenever it snows in London” he shrugged

You got up off of your towel and held your hand out to him. “Cmon, we are going to the beach.”

Felipe laughed and took your hand, getting up off of his own towel. “Why are we going to the beach? I thought you hated the beach”

“I don’t hate the beach, it’s just not my first choice in a travel destination, now stop asking questions and start walking!” you said with a laugh as you intertwined your hand with his.

Thankfully, the walk from Felipe’s house to the beach was only about three minutes. It seemed like everywhere you turned in Brazil, there was a beach nearby. You had truly never been to any other country like it.

As you crossed the road, you stepped into the sand slowly, allowing your feet to adjust to the temperature of the sand, which was scorching hot from how hard the sun had been beating down on it all day.

You walked over to the edge of the water with Felipe, still not giving him any sort of indication as to why you two were making a sudden trip to the beach.

When you sat down in the damp sand, Felipe looked at you with even more confusion. “Love, why are you sitting in the wet sand? Normal people sit in dry sand, you know.”

You laughed and pulled on his arm, getting him to sit down beside you. “Because, you can't build a sandman with dry snow, silly goose”

“A sandman? What is a sandman?”

You laughed and handed Felipe a glob of wet sand. “A sandman is the same thing as a snowman, but Brazil doesn’t get snow, so we have to make it out of sand!”

Felipe just shook his head and laughed. “I never would have even thought about building a sandman, you’re a genius”

You laughed and handed him some more sand. “I know. Now roll all of this sand into a ball for me, that part is going to be the head of our sandman”

Felipe did as he was told while you worked on getting the base of the sandman built. “Love, I dont think I’m doing this right at all” he said with a small laugh as he held up the poorly shaped circle in his hands.

“It won’t be a perfect circle, Felipe, it’s sand” you said with a laugh before taking the ball of sand from his hands. “Now pick out some seashells that you want to be his eyes and his buttons.”

Felipe looked through the sand around him, trying to find the perfect shells. When he stumbled upon a pile of the exact same looking shells, he scooped them up and held them out to you. “What about these?”

You smiled and kissed him gently “those are perfect, honey. Now put two on the small ball of sand for his eyes and put the remaining three of his torso for the buttons.”

Felipe followed your instructions very closely, stepping back from the short statue to look at his work. “Do you think that looks good or should I add a fourth button?”

“I think three looks good. Ive only ever put three buttons on my snowmen” you shrugged

“Yes but this isn’t a snowman, my love. This is a sandman”

You laughed and nodded “fair point, add a fourth button then”

Felipe laughed and placed a fourth and final button at the bottom of the sandman. “So what are we going to do for his nose, face and arms?”

“Well, for the arms we can still use sticks, I figured those two random sticks behind you would work perfectly. Normally they use a carrot for a nose but we don't have carrots with us…”

“Yes we do, look here” Felipe said before picking up a random carrot that had been dropped. It was obvious that it was probably dropped by a little kid who had been eating carrots and walking the shoreline, but you decided to use it anyway. “Perfect!” you said as you placed the carrot into the sand for the nose.

“Ok and what about the mouth?”

You grabbed a piece of seaweed off of the ground that was beside you and put it onto the sandman, trying to get it to curve into a smiley face.

Felipe took a few steps back and smiled at your work. “Wow, it looks like an actual snowman!!”

“For never building a snowman before, you sure did a good job” you said with a smile as you wrapped your arms around Felipe, looking up into his eyes.

Felipe smiled and pulled you into a kiss. “Well, I'm a very talented guy, what can I say?” he said with a smirk.

“All that praising during sex is starting to inflate your ego, hm?”

“Hey!!” Felipe said with a laugh before trying to put on a fake pout.

You laughed and took a photo of the sandman before grabbing Felipe’s hand. “C’mon hot shot, it’s almost dinner time and I'm hungry.”

Felipe squeezed your hand and waved at the sandman. “Goodbye, mr. sands.”

You laughed and shook your head gently. “Mr. sands?”

“Don’t judge my name choice, you were the one who forgot to name him!”

“Fair point, no judgment happening here. Now let’s go find something to eat”

#felipe drugovich #felipe drugovich imagine #felipe drugovich x reader #f2 imagine #f2 fanfic

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behind the lense / felipe drugovich

masterlist

part 27: camera (part of one-word november prompts!)

pairing: felipe drugovich x photographer!reader

summary: he liked to take pictures before as a side hobbie apart from racing. but now that he found his muse, he's been hiding more often behind the lense, not knowing how to ask you out.

word count: 1.3k

being 22, you could never have dreamed of the position you were in at the moment: walking through the paddock, camera in hand and a press pass hanging on your neck. the weather in abu dhabi was humid and hot, but you couldn't care less at the moment. your first year as a photographer for f1's social media was coming to an end, and you still couldn't believe that this was your work. you were beyond grateful. due to being present at the immense majority of the gp's that occurred this year, your face was already known amongst the different teams. you had hit it off particularly well with mclaren's garage, being the main inspiration for lando and daniel to bought a camera and start their photographies accounts.

there was a big crowd around the aston martin's garage, and you quickly figured out it was thanks to seb. being the last grand prix of the season, the fourth time world champion's career was coming to an end, so everyone wanted to have a final look at the german. you could never have enough seb's pictures, so you tried to make your way into the multitude, until you bumped into someone's back. the man, you realized, was wearing an aston martin's shirt, so you figured he was a part of the team, even though you hadn't seen him before -you thought you would remember meeting someone this handsome before-. he politely smiled at you, like you two were the closest friends, and gave away his space so you could get alongside sebastian and snap a few pictures. he remained behind you, close but not enough to be invasive, protecting you from the occasional shoves the people around you propined to try and get closer to the driver. once you were done, you grinned back at him and started to make your way out of there, feeling a bit trapped after being so close to so many people.

"i'm sorry, i think we haven't met before".

when you turned to look at whoever had made that comment, directed towards you -at least, that's was what you could guess-, you were pleasantly surprised to find the handsome stranger who had played as your security guard a few moments ago.

"y/n, photographer for f1's socials. you? i feel like i haven't seen you before".

he smiled due to your implicit confession: he was important enough to be remembered by you. "felipe. half time photographer" the boy said, showing you the camera that was attached to his neck. he was about to say something else to you, when lance grabbed him by his shoulders and yanked him, startling the poor man. "you're needed at the garage, drugo, the car's waiting for you" the canadian said, without noticing that his friend was in the middle of something. when he lifted his eyes and saw you, it was like you could see how an idea came to mind. "y/n! so great to see you here. would you take a picture here with my friend? i need to post something congratulating the new f2 world champion!".

he was rushed by lance, so you couldn't talk to him and ask why hadn't he told you who he really was. and even though you didn't run into him for the remainder of the weekend, felipe still found his way to make you smile when he followed you on instagram on monday morning, after the season had ended and you were already at the plane to come back home. the three months that separated one season from the other were spent getting to know eachother, first through texts and then via facetime: you two hit it off instantly, keeping always in touch. because of this, you quickly noticed how much you missed him when he was too busy working with aston martin, or how often he checked his phone to see if he had gotten any messages from you when it was morning on your timezone.

when you came back to the paddock once the 2023 season had begun, you quickly made your way to the aston martin garage, where you knew felipe was at. since signing his contract to be a reserve driver, you assumed that the brazilian would be there. you realized your suppositions where correct when you heard his voice, this time, in real life, and not through some device. "are you looking for someone?" he jokingly said. you turned around and gave him a big hug, answering to his ask. "some handsome part-time photographer, do you happen to know who he is?" you hadn't meant to be so forward, and even though you two flirted as a joke on a daily basis, it was different when you were actually face to face. thankfully, he just laughed and hugged you even tighter.

"i think i know where he is. should we go look for him, amor?".

after months talking, you always come back to talk about photography: after all, it was what had brought you together. so now that you had reunited, it was only right that the first thing you did together was walk through the paddock and take as many pictures as you could. sometimes, you would sneakily take a picture of him, that would be kept hidden in a folder where nobody could see. it wasn't that you were ashamed of the newfound love you had for the driver, but rather than you didn't want to ruin a perfectly good friendship for some weird feelings that you weren't sure were even real. maybe you only liked him because you had a few things in common that you could talk about for hours. you were sure that you weren't actually in love with him. maybe, you were trying to convince yourself that you weren't.

after a few hours roaming the area, you decided it would be best for you and your poor, tired, feet, to go back to the aston martin garage to rest for a bit. when you were about to reach your destination, you noticed that felipe had stopped walking beside you, and when you turned, he was a couple of meters behind, still. "what happened, feli?" you called him by the nickname that you gave him back when you first started talking. "can i take a picture of you?" he shyly said. felipe knew that you preferred to remain behind the lense at all cost, noticing this for the first time when he checked your instagram page and there wasn't a picture where your face showed entirely: you were always hidding, either behind the lense on a mirror pic, or somehow covering your face with your hands.

felipe didn't understand why you did it. he thought you were the most beautiful person in the world, ever since seeing you and your worried face for the first time, back in november when you were trying to make your way through the crowd. at the time, he hadn't realized just important you would become to him. and now, after all these months knowing about his feelings for you, he still wasn't sure how would he manage to ask you out without die trying. so the only way he found was through the camera, and with lance's help. you groaned at his persistence in taking a picture of you, but knowing that you had taken plenty of him throughout the day, you felt kinda obliged to let him have at least one.

when you returned towards him to see how the photo had turned out, you saw a certain canadian behind you, holding a sign with the words "do you want to go out with me?" messily scribbled. you laughed when you saw it, face turned red, and trying very hard to mantain eye contact with felipe. "are you behind this?" you tried to say with a serious face, but you couldn't keep your lips from curling into a smile. "i don't know. if you say yes, i might be" he replied, grinning.

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lightsoutletsgo · 2 years

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hii, idk if you write for felipe drugovich since you didn't specify it in your post but if you do, can i request a fic with him and singer!reader or actress!reader where he takes him on her first race weekend? thank you in advance<3

la vie en rose pairing: felipe drugovich x singer!reader (I'm imagining the reader as a member of little mix because I love those girls but you can imagine whatever band or group you want!) warnings: cheese, fluffy fluff, bad writing word count: 2.1k ahhhh thank you so much for this request!! I loved writing it! ik I kinda strayed from the request a bit but I hope you still enjoy it <33 look how boyfriend he looks I'm- 😭

“Princesa?” Felipe softly smiled down at your dozing form from where he sat with his back up against the headboard of the bed as you whined and buried your face further into your pillow, refusing to accept that you couldn’t stay in your warm, cosy dream world any longer. “Bebê?” You sighed as you stretched, eyes still remaining shut. You heard Felipe chuckle from next to you, “You look like a little kitten” You huffed indignantly as you felt one of Felipe’s hands gently stroke your face that lay on the pillow next to him. “Come on meu anjo… you gonna open your eyes for me?” He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek as you whined once more, “Let me see those beautiful eyes baby…” You sighed softly before cracking your eyes open, taking a minute to adjust to the bright morning sunlight filling the hotel room. You rubbed your eyes sleepily as you yawned and Felipe felt his heart clench at how cute you looked, your eyes opened fully and you couldn’t help the dopey smile that immediately stretched across your face as the first thing you looked at was your boyfriend. “There you go, there’s my pretty girl.” You felt your cheeks get warm as Felipe stared back at you, the same cheesy grin plastered across his face.

Mornings like this were rare. It was bad enough that Felipe’s schedule was unpredictable and intense, given the chaos of the F2 season, but your schedule was just as bad. Whilst you loved your job and you knew you and your bandmates were incredibly lucky, touring the world and recording new albums and all the media responsibilities that came with that left very little time in your schedule to spend with friends, family or your boyfriend. There were times however, where the stars - and your calendars, aligned, and your tour dates matched up with the F2 season.

This was one of those once-in-a-blue-moon weekends. Barcelona. You’d arrived the night before, exhausted, having just finished 3 shows in 2 days and then been whisked away to the airport for a flight to Spain. You’d never been more relieved to see the entrance to a hotel and after a slightly tearful (though he’d never admit it) reunion, you’d spent some time with Felipe, the adrenaline of performing and travelling keeping you awake before you couldn’t fight it anymore and you’d fallen asleep in his arms for the best sleep you’d had in a long time. Video and voice calls were great for on the road but nothing compared to him actually holding you.

“How was the last city’s show Amor?” You gave him a soft smile once more as you nodded, “It’s been okay, we decided to change the set a little at the last few shows but it seemed to click well last night!” Felipe smiled as he stroked your arm gently. As much as he hated being apart from you, he had your job to thank for the two of you meeting. Your band had been asked to perform at a live event in London and you’d - quite literally, crashed into him backstage. He didn’t know who you were at that point. All he knew was that looking at you made him feel like he was in a fucking Disney movie. Or La La Land. Or a cheesy 90’s romcom. Complete with a shiny halo round your head and cartoon birds singing in the background and a dramatic, moving orchestral score playing in the background. It wasn’t until he heard Clem fangirling over you in the distance that he’d been snapped back to reality and introduced himself. He thanked his lucky stars that he’d been too distracted trying to find a coffee machine that day that he’d bumped into you, even if he never got his coffee, he’d gotten your number and that was far better. From there it was a whirlwind of virtual dates on opposite sides of the world, you eating breakfast as your day started and him eating dinner as he got ready to wind down for the day as you shared your days and the latest news, it was stolen kisses in his car, Sunday pancakes at his apartment and makeshift movie nights in the recording studio during off season, it was him standing in the wings of your band’s show before you’d gone public, smiling to himself as he watched you perform love songs he knew were about him and only him.

He was pulled from his reverie by your next sentence, “I was thinking I’d come to the race today.” He sat upright a little more and you yelped as he jolted you a little, “Sorry! Sorry!” He pulled you into his side and kissed the top of your head, “I just got a little excited for a second.” You giggled, grabbing the hand of the arm that was around you and linking your fingers together, smiling at the way his fingers interlocked with yours so perfectly, “You really mean it?” You nodded, “Mhmm! I mean, people know we’re together now and you’ve been to so many of my performances, it’s only right that I come to support you too!” Felipe smiled before he looked concerned, “Shouldn’t you rest though Princesa? Your show is tomorrow and I don’t want you getting sick or injured.” You smiled at him fondly as your hand came up to stroke his cheek, “I’ll be okay, besides, I’d only be watching it on TV if I stayed here! So why not just go and watch it live?” He laughed at your reply before gently booping your nose, “First one to the shower gets playlist privileges!” Before he was up and racing across the hotel room. You spluttered from your spot on the bed, “That’s hardly fair! I wasn’t ready!” You raced after him, “Drugovich you are such a cheat!”

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You giggled as Felipe nervously stuttered while introducing you to some of the drivers you hadn’t met yet. These giggles only got louder as the men you were introduced to gaped like goldfish when they realised who you were. “I won’t lie to you mate, I didn’t even know you could get a girlfriend…” Marcus joked good-naturedly as Felipe rolled his eyes, “You’re just jealous.” “Bro it’s Y/N. Who wouldn’t be?” A voice behind you made you turn round. “Hi Clem,” you smiled at the Frenchman who immediately swooped in to give you a hug, “Hey! Ines told me to tell you she loved the merch you sent!” You clapped your hands excitedly, “Oh good! Yeah the tour merch this time round is definitely my favourite we’ve ever had!” “How long is the tour this time round?” Dennis asked you, “Oh it’s a long one this time, we’re almost doing a world tour…” The conversation faded into the background as Felipe stared at you proudly. You looked immaculate, sporting a cute outfit from your favourite designer brand who’d jumped at the opportunity to dress you for the weekend. The colour was the perfect tone to make your eyes and hair colour pop and the shape and cut had him almost ready to get on his knees and worship your body right there and then. “Felipe?” You gently shook his arm, sensing he’d zoned out. He blinked a few times and inhaled deeply as he realised the two of you were now stood in the paddock outside catering alone “Hmm?” “I should probably go and find a good spot to hide away now, “Why?” “Why what?” “Why hide away?” Felipe grabbed your hand, thumb soothingly tracing shapes across the back of it as you looked down at your intertwined hands for a second before looking up at him. “I don’t want to distract from you. This is your time to shine. I don’t want to take away from your hard work and results.” Felipe smiled back at you, leaning in to quickly press a kiss to the corner of your mouth, making you gasp as you heard camera shutters behind you. “You won’t distract Amor, people will just see that I have the prettiest cheerleader ever.” You rolled your eyes with a giggle, “Fine then” As you headed through the paddock, you took no notice of the cameras or paparazzi shouting your name. You weren’t here as Y/N Y/L/N from your band, instead, you were here as Y/N Y/L/N the girlfriend of Felipe. You smiled to yourself, watching your locked hands swinging gently between the two of you. You made absent-minded conversation as you walked, occasionally stopping to take pictures with fans of him and you. While you had no time for the paparazzi, you always had time for your fans.

———————— “Well you can come again!” One of the engineers yelled to you, making you giggle as you turned back to watch your boyfriend step up onto the podium. “Definitely! Please come again!” Another one pleaded making you giggle as tears welled up in your eyes and you quickly pulled out your phone to snap some pictures of Felipe, uploading one to your instagram story before shrieking and giggling as you felt champagne spray down onto you and the team below as Felipe shared the victory celebrations with everyone.

Heading towards his personal space you couldn’t help but laugh as he came barrelling through the door, “Princesa!” His hands were cupping your face and his lips were pressed to yours immediately. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face and the two of you took a break from kissing as your smiles got too wide. He gently nuzzled his nose against yours, relishing in the moment before kissing you once more. “We should celebrate! I heard Clem and Marcus saying-“ “No.” You pulled back to look at him. “No?” He nodded, “Your show is tomorrow and you need rest, besides, there’s nothing I’d want more than to celebrate in our hotel room. You, me, room service, Netflix and clean sheets. “But-“ “No buts! Butts are for sitting!” He said winking as he mimicked what you said whenever he tried to argue with you, you sighed, shaking your head with a smile, “I just feel bad… You should be out celebrating with your friends, your team…” He moved closer once more, holding your face as he kissed your forehead, “Don’t feel bad bebê, I want to do this. Besides, I need to get my rest if I’m gonna perform every single routine in the audience tomorrow.” Your head tipped back with a laugh, knowing he wasn’t joking about his commitment to the dance routines. “If you’re sure…” “I’m sure”

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“Buenes noches Barcelona!” You waved to the audience with a smile as you rose up in the middle of the stage from a platform underneath for your solo section. “Are you having a good time so far?”

You arranged yourself on the stool the stagehands had placed at the front and adjusted the mic on the stand before starting to strum your guitar softly, checking the tuning. “So this next song is actually a cover,” you waited for the screams to die down a little before continuing, “as you guys know, I have my amazing boyfriend here tonight! So this song is one I’m dedicating to him. Our relationship hasn’t always been easy but he’s always there for me and from the day we met this song is exactly how he’s made me feel. I’m so thankful and lucky to have him and I hope he feels that through this song.” Your gaze traveled to the box where Felipe sat with some friends, you couldn’t see him but you knew he was smiling at you. Beginning to strum the introduction to the song, you could see your fans getting out their phones and turning on their flashlights as they realised it was a slower song. You smiled and closed your eyes as you started singing, “Hold me close and hold me fast

The magic spell you cast

This is ‘La vie en rose’

When you kiss me, heaven sighs

And though I close my eyes

I see ‘La vie en rose’

When you press me to your heart

I'm in a world apart

A world where roses bloom

And when you speak, angels sing from above

Everyday words seem to turn into love songs

Give your heart and soul to me

And life will always be

‘La vie en rose’”

It wouldn’t be until later on when you had finished the show that you checked your phone and saw a post notification from Felipe, a picture of you on stage, eyes closed and a blissful smile on your face as you sang the song dedicated to him with the caption, “You have my heart and soul Amor” And if you also got tagged in a video by multiple people that a fan had taken of Felipe crying during your solo… Well… You were definitely saving that one to your camera roll for the wedding speech…

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mignonricciardo · 1 year

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Please talk to me about drugo just spending a cold day inside with you, snuggling and watching movies 😚

felipe loves nothing more than spending a day at home, especially now with the f1 commitments with Aston Martin. he was always a homebody, opting to spend time at home relaxing rather than going out for a big night, and this has only intensified since his increased travel and workload with AM.

drugo especially doesn't like cold days because it reminds him of how far away from brazil he is. any time there's frost on the window panes or snow on the ground, you have a day ready for him full of movies, cuddling and a nap here or there.

he's wearing gray sweatpants (ah ooga) and a sweatshirt all day, and you wear one of his sweatshirts and leggings to cuddle up on the couch. with a fleece blanket, he loves being wrapped up with you, tangled in the blanket and your limbs while movies play on the television. his hands rub up and down your back, sneaking beneath the fabric of his sweatshirt to press his warm palms to your back, and he brushes hair away from your face every time you turn to look a him and it falls into your eyes.

endless forehead kisses. he laughs when you call him soft, but you nuzzle further into him with each kiss. the movies are long forgotten with both of you only half paying attention to them.

he's so incredibly warm, radiating heat constantly that you wonder how he's wearing his sweatshirt and sweatpants without being too warm. you both fall asleep on the couch, only waking up when your stomachs are rumbling. after a quick meal, his arms wrapped around your waist the entire time you're cooking, he's ushering you back toward the couch so you can fall into his arms again.

his sleepy voice is your favorite, especially when it's so close to your ear and you can feel his chest rumbling as he speaks. you would agree to just about anything when he sounds like this. the soft whispers of I love you and estou apaixonado por você make you both smile and chest feel warm and fuzzy. you both wish for the day to never end, and it's the kind of the day that you both recall when he's away for races.

#felipe drugovich #drugo #felipe drugovich imagine #f2 imagine #fd11

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writingshushf1 · 1 year

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request - peaceful night with drugo, just reader and him being disgustingly domestic and in love ☺️ maybe cooking together or cuddling or something of the sort

You make me feel so young

Summary: i love being cosy with you

Rating: +12

Warnings: none

Word count: 1k

Note: just them being cute, it was the easiest and loveliest thing to write.

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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.

You two loved a cosy sunday, your little bubble of love.

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artsyjedi · 1 year

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Life on its form

Any driver x fem!ooc (only mentioned as she)

WARNINGS: driver dies, there are references to depression (mentions of giving up). HEAVILY ANGST - if you find something else, let me know.

Also there's probably some grammar mistakes here and there.

A/N: it's the saddest thing i've written in a year but I couldn't waste the idea. Hope you enjoy :)

From books to movies, love seems to be this enormous thing that works like missing pieces from a puzzle.

Love is supposed to fulfill the empty spaces.

And is very common to hear people say: “It takes effort, and sometimes it’s tiring. But it’s worth it.”

So, during every single relationship, she tried. She tried her best to make it work – because that’s what it takes, right? To some she was loud, to others she was more of an introverted. Fun but not funny, you know? At one point, to one of her partners, she was just enough. She never got too angry or too sad or too happy.

Her partner loved when their friends talked about her. About how good she was, how they wished their own partners were like that. She never complained when he went out with his buddies, wasn't jealous when he got too close to another woman. She was a good girl. His good girl.

It was tiring. But… love requires that. You need to give to receive. And they were good. They were also enough to her. Even when they got mad, like mad-mad, everything was just fine.

For four whole months, they had planned this trip to enjoy the always so beautiful and fun European summer. When the day arrived, they simply said she should go alone, that they weren't on the mood and would be a terrible company. And, on top of all that, they said:

"You should go alone, make friends. It's gonna be good for you. For us, you know? To be apart."

Great. She thought. That clearly meant the relationship wasn't on its best moment. Ups and downs (even though it was more downs than ups). That’s what relationships are made of. No need to think any deeper.

So was right there, on that small country on the northen coast of the Mediterranean Sea, that she learned that love is actually simple and effortless. It comes, stays and requires nothing.

He taught her that. All he wanted from her was sweet nothing.

What was supposed to be a four week trip, became two months. And then three. Between somewhere here and there, she texted her now ex to let them know she wasn't coming back.

All her friends and family thought she had lost it. Who ends a three years relationship because of some random person they just met? They truly thought she had gone mad (to which she responded: yes! Madly in love!).

Was after a great night where they lived, laughed and loved, that he told her he was a Formula 1 driver. She imediatly wanted to cry. Not because of fear of everything being too much, or because he started to ramble about his plans with his ever so excited smile.

She cried because, for the first time in a long time, she felt safe. It didn't matter what would happen, if he was famous, if she would need to deal with all types of people.

He had her. She had him. Nothing else mattered.

When they had to leave the little world they had created during those months and go back to reality, all they felt was deep and raw love.

And then the months became a year. Then a year and a half. And then two years. And then they were living together. What started with a small space on his drawer, became a full section on his closet.

When routine started to catch up, during times where her work demanded more and so did his, with more and more races being add to the calendar, they decided to create a sort of system. Something silly. Something them.

They downloaded some apps for couples, so when they couldn't be together, they could still do things together. Their favourite was one where they could draw. Also, at the end of each day, they would write down to each other those detailed text messages talking about all things.

He also started to leave notes on the pockets of her clothing before leaving. Sometimes he would write poetry, something to make her laugh, or some sort of reminder of how much he loved her. He also loved to leave things with the notes: small gifts, from jewelry to chocolate.

No matter what happened, she knew it would always have something.

But it’s been three months since his accident. Three months she hadn’t found a note, the drawing app widget is nothing more than a white empty board and there is no more detailed messages.

She hadn’t attended the race that weekend, having too much work to do. They did made plans for going to this fancy restaurant he always wanted to try, though. Such a shame they never made it.

Would be a lie to say she remembers much from the days after the news. Actually, she barely remember the day itself. She knows she was the first to get to the hospital, that she was the one to call the family (both hers and his), and then talk with the team.

Some said they were sorry, some tried to find something to blame trying hard to sooth the situation.

But that was life on its form.

Even if it had someone or something to blame, what difference would make? He wasn’t coming back. She wouldn’t hear his laugh anymore, or his tantrums, or his rambling. She would never see again the way he used to lean against every surface he could, or how bad he was at hiding his emotions.

She would never touch him again.

And grief it’s different to every person. There’s no right or wrong way to feel it – as her therapist said. People feel what they feel when they feel and there's nothing you can do to change that.

She accepted easily, better than she thought she would, at least. She did got depressed on the first days, of course, but she kept on going. Always foward.

For first week of her work vacation, she went to her family house. No one dared to say anything. She was laughing, going out with old friends - what was surprising, considering they were sure she would give up.

But that's something she could never do.

She does have something to live for. The memories of every single moment they had together, good or bad, are worth living for.

Now it's been two days since she came back. The apartment is so quiet she allows herself to wonder why she didn't cried yet. From the balcony, she sees the sun making its way towards the line where the sky mets the sea. In a few minutes, it'll also be gone.

She smiles. Once, her therapist asked her "in one word, and just one, describe your love and why"

She answered that their love was just like the ocean. Not because it's unstable or deep, as some people say. She chose the ocean because it's endless and most likely, it won't ever go away. Now thinking better, she should've had chosen waves instead of ocean: always moving, always coming and going but never dissipating completely.

And that’s what their love is: something that will never just go. Now, some days she feels more, some days she feels less. But it’s there.

With this thought, she decides to change her clothes and do something she's been doing her best to avoid: to wear the last cardigan he bought. It was during that week, it came inside of a beautiful box and he had smiled saying, "i have great plans for this one".

Making her way to the small beach in front of their building, she takes a deep breath and fels that stupid feeling again. The one that puts her on the edge of something that never comes no matter how hard she tries. As if there's something waiting right around the corner.

The sky is now a mix of purple, pink and orange. It's beautiful. The wind becomes cold while she just stands there, feeling the sand wrap her feet. The waves crash, coming and going and then coming again.

It's when a bird flies too close to her that she puts her hands on both pockets. A reflex. Something so normal but that means a lot, specially when she feels one of her hands brush against something.

And there it is. She finally went over the edge, finally saw what is around the corner. Her eyes gets watery, she can feel tears falling down her cheeks and sees the wet dots being created on the sand. She laughs. Suddenly life is less heavy.

Her body almost gives in, but she manages to sit properly. With another deep breath, she sees what he left for her.

Two years ago, during a race week on the US, they managed to scape go to Santa Monica. He insisted on going to the photo booth and she hated every single one of the pictures. He told her to chose one to keep, the others could go.

And he carried that one with him everywhere. Either on his wallet or inside of his helmet.

And now the picture is on her hand, wrapped in a small paper. She's sure it was already there when he gave it to her, and when he kissed her goodbye for the last time.

On his crap handwriting, was written: a memory for you to keep until I come back.

Seing the sun finally disappear and the moon rise on the other side, she reliases she created another memory for her to keep on living for.

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