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Last Updated: 30/07/2023

Smut - ✨

Fluff - ❤️

Angst - 🔥

Series - 📚

Football: ⚽️

Neymar Jr:

Thick-skinned 🔥❤️

Tissues ❤️

Ballgowns and Galas ❤️

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Secrets ❤️

Martin Ødegaard:

North London Forever ❤️

Joao Felix:

Pushover ✨

There's no place like home ✨

Philippe Coutinho:

Training Sessions 🔥

Nick Pope:

Winter Nights ❤️

Formula 1: 🏎

Mick Schumacher:

Rivals with benefits: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four📚

Lewis Hamilton:

Sleepless nights ✨

Pink and Blue ✨

Charles Leclerc:

Best friend's brother , Part Two❤️🔥

Pit Lane ❤️

Car Troubles ❤️🔥

Just an Incident ❤️🔥

Max Verstappen:

Two Worlds Collided ❤️🔥

Lando Norris:

Sweet Little Lies ❤️

Rivals with Benefits - Part 1 - Mick Schumacher x reader

Mick Schumacher x female!reader

Summary: Mick and you were both set to drive for Ferarri. You were two best friends climbing through the ranks together (and through the sheets) but things turn sour. You join Red Bull and Mick is never the same. 

Warnings: This series will contain smut, sexual innuendos, Mick being cocky, swearing

Word Count: 5.6K

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It wasn’t hard to spot him in the crowd. His red racing suit and bright blonde hair stuck out like a sore thumb. His smile glowed as bright as the stars as he held the trophy every driver longed to maintain, the Championship trophy. He had won this year, beating his old teammate to the title they both desperately wanted. 

Mick Schumacher was a world champion, but at what cost? 

Jealousy was plastered all over your face but it wasn’t always like this. You and Mick had driven alongside one another at Haas. Everything was perfect. The pair of you were close, so close to one another that fans and journalists speculated that the pair of you were dating but you both frequently denied that rumour. Technically you two weren’t together but there was something there.

One night you found yourself moaning his name as he fucked you and this wasn’t a one-time thing. A one-time thing turned into a two-time thing then a three-time thing and then it happened every night. That was until Mick suddenly called it off. He turned sour with you, sure he was still nice to you but he seemed to care less for what the two of you once had but that didn’t last. 

Mick joined Ferarri, leaving you at Haas. Since that day he acted like you didn’t exist, he wouldn’t even speak to you for the rest of the season but you couldn’t work out why. Mick just wanted to finish this season and run off to Ferarri so he’d never have to deal with you ever again, Haas wasn’t competitive enough to run for a World Championship so he wouldn’t have to worry about competition, that was until RedBull announced you’d be driving alongside Max Verstappen for them next season. 

You’d broken a promise you’d made Mick a long time ago and now, he never wanted to set eyes on you again. 

“He’s such a prick.” The familiar sound of your Dutch teammate grabbed your attention. Max’s eyes were fixed on Mick and Charles as the two embraced. 

“I thought you liked Mick?” Your eyes fell from Mick and onto Max. 

“I did until you became my teammate, got to hate everyone you hate, it’s in the contract.” He gave you a light smile as he put his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. Max had always been there for you when you joined RedBull, he was one of the few people who knew the truth about Mick and he vowed to keep it a secret. Max would often hold you close to him around Schumacher, just to get a reaction and needless to say Mick certainly gave him one. 

Both you and Max had a few DNF’s last season due to Mick but Max made sure to push him to the edge of the track at just the right time for him to hit a curb and go flying into a wall. Yes, it was stupid and extremely dangerous considering it was one of the most dangerous sports in the world; but Mick started it, right? 

“Forget about him, next season…” 

“He won’t get near that trophy next season.” You took one last bitter glance at the boy who turned his head to face you. His beautiful eyes met yours as you turned your back on him. 

That was last year, now Red Bull had a plan, everyone knew you and Max could challenge him for the title, the pair of you had finished second and third last season and Max was already a World Champion so it was possible, you just needed to try harder. The first race of the year was in Bahrain and all the press wanted to know was how you felt after last season. 

Ignoring every single one you headed off to the driver's briefing before qualifying, Max following close behind you. Upon entering you saw Mick with the brightest smile on his face, talking to Daniel about last season. The German's eyes fell on yours and his smile fell and turned into a rather cocky one. 

“Y/l/n…” His tone was a snarky one. You paid him no mind, trying to brush off the fact that every driver was looking towards you as you sat down with Max. “How are you?”

“As good as one can be after being cheated out of the Championship.” 

“You weren’t cheated out of the Championship.” He shifted on his seat to look at you. “Maybe if you learnt to stay on the track you might have scored a few points.”

“I -” Max didn’t let you finish.

“Maybe if your fat ass didn’t push everyone who even got near you off the track we might have finished.” 

“I thought you liked me Verstappen?” Mick arched his brow. 

“Not when I know the truth.”

“Oh?” Mick let out a laugh. “What pathetic lie did she make up about me this time?” 

“Gentlemen…” A loud voice snatched the attention away from you and Max. “And y/n…” Niels Wittich nodded your way, you gave him a small smile at the late acknowledgement as he sat down. “We called this meeting to discuss a few things…” 

“Ignore him.” A British accent flew through your ear. Turning in your seat you were met with two warming smiles, one from Lewis and the other from George. “He just wants to look big in front of everyone else, he wants them to be scared of him so they’ll leave him be on the track.” Lewis winked as he finished speaking. 

Sending a warm smile to the two Mercedes drivers you spoke. “Thank you.” 

Lewis gave you a nod whilst Max took a slight glance at who was behind you before glancing down at you, grabbing your attention. “What?” You whispered. 

“I hate your rivals so you need to hate mine.” 

“A rival for one season, Mick’s been mine for a while now.” 

“Still…” He pouted like a child as he looked at you but like children, you both couldn’t hold in laughter, even if you were in the middle of a meeting. 

“I’ll dislike him, how about that?” You smirked. 

“It’ll do for now.” He turned his attention back to the meeting. 

“I wanted to discuss a few incidents that took place last year, you all know how dangerous this sport can be therefore I want to let you all know that penalties for purposely reckless driving will be higher -”

“Does that also apply to the drivers who live off daddy’s money or just the ones who’ve had to work for it?” You cut Wittich off. “Because if I recall last season Schumacher was given a five-second penalty when he forced me off the track and when I fought him for the track a few races later I got a ten-second penalty, he didn’t leave the track but I did yet for some reason he got off lightly when he made me lose several places -”

“I can assure you Miss y/l/n we will be looking at incidents closely and no favouritism will be shown.”

“Is that you implying favouritism was shown last year?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Sounded like it -”

“Let the man speak y/n.” Mick huffed, throwing his head back slightly but not enough where you could see his expression, not that you needed to. Anyone could tell he looked the spitting image of his father after that famous incident, he always did when he was annoyed. “Also my dad worked for his money.”

“You didn’t.” You hit back. “You just took him for all he had, the famous Schumacher name can’t buy talent, Mick.”

Mick turned on his chair to look at you, venom on his tongue as he spat his next words. “Talent? You want to talk about that? I’m a World Champion, you’re not.”

“You cheated -”

“Cheated? You couldn’t even finish half the time -”

“Because you wouldn’t let me, you’d push me off and cause an accident!”

“Oh come on y/n,” Mick’s devilish smile grew. “We both know I’ve made you finish.” 

His words made the other drivers smirk and a few let out a small giggle, that was mainly Lando and his childish ways. There were a few drivers who never found Mick’s cocky attitude to be amusing, those were Max, Lewis, George, Pierre and Yuki. Charles and Daniel were very much on the fence when it came to these things. Charles wanted to defend his teammate but also adored you. Daniel was the same, to an extent, he wanted everyone to enjoy themselves but never wanted to pick a side, he liked you both. Seb was the same, kind of anyway, you always knew he’d be there for Mick more than you but that never stopped him from pulling Mick aside and talking down to him. 

“I faked it every single time Schumacher.” You wouldn’t let him embarrass you further. If he wanted to tell your secret to the grid (you were sure they already knew anyway, you weren’t exactly silent throughout the whole ideal) then you’d play along with his game. 

“She doesn’t fake it with me.” A smug french accent filled the room. 

“Gentlemen please!” Wittich attempted to calm everyone and bring the focus back onto him, not really wanting to know what went on behind closed doors with the drivers. “And y/n…” He gave another light nod towards you. “Please keep that to yourselves. Does anyone else have any other queries?” 

Everyone stayed silent until Max spoke. “Is that what we were all called in here for?” He raised his brows in amusement. “Just to be told that we can’t drive around like idiots?”

“Yes…”

“Could it have not been sent in an email?” 

“Well yes…” “What a waste of time…”

“Verstappen I think it is key to remember you are one of the drivers I have in mind when talking about reckless driving.”

“This is Formula 1 not ballet.” 

You smiled at his reply, he had a point. You can’t expect people to take part in one of the most dangerous sports in the world and not expect some dangerous moves. Sure stupid ones that would purposely put someone in a coma needs to be pulled up but nine times out of ten it was always an accident unless it was you and Mick. 

“Are we done?” You spoke. 

“We are.” 

“Perfect.” Both you and Max spoke in unison and quickly headed out of the door, not wanting to be walking alongside Mick. 

Qualifying was set to take place in a few minutes and the only time you wanted to think of Mick was when you were holding that Championship trophy in front of him. Even if you had to play dirty, you’d get it this year. 

“How was the briefing?” Christian Horner, your boss approached you and Max as you made your way into the garages.

“Shit,” Max replied. “Schumacher is such a bitch man…” 

“Yeah well do your talking on the track.” Christian turned to you. “Especially you, we’re getting that title this year, either Max or you are going to win it, no one else.” 

“That’s the plan.” You gave him a light smile as you checked over your car. “Or we could just join with Mercedes and let Lewis win it, let him get his eighth and then just annoy Mick by reminding him his dad isn’t as good as Lewis Hamilton.” 

“Over my dead body are we doing that.”Christian gave a small smile to your idea. “Plan A is to get you your first title.” He turned to Max. “Plan B is to get him his third.”He looked back at you. “And if that all goes to shit then Plan C is to let anyone but Ferarri win it, so I’ll consider the Lewis plan.” 

Max frowned. “Why is y/n Plan A?” 

“Because you’ve already won two, you selfish git.” He laughed a small smile on Max’s face appeared. “Now get in that car, you two know the plan, get out ahead, keep it clean and always aim for the fastest lap. Remember you two are a team, work together and never against one another, be a team player when it’s needed but remember you two are both capable of getting that title.” 

Putting your helmet on you couldn’t help but notice a pair of eyes on you. Your sight fell onto Mick. His eyes scanned your body before he met your gaze, a smirk was plastered on his face. He winked as he put his helmet on and turned to his mechanics. Rolling your eyes you turned your attention back to your own car. Your mind was always focused on beating Mick to a title, that was the dream. Your eyes darted over to the Ferrari garage before you looked back to your car. 

Why go for one world title when you could go for eight? 

You and Max were the first ones to get out on track, immediately setting the fastest sectors but it wasn’t long before Ferarri made their moves. Charles was holding the fastest lap time and was standing in P1, Max was P2, Mick was P3 and you were just holding on to P4. You were going into Q3, one last chance to get on pole. 

This time you waited, you watched as Mick and Charles started their laps and that’s where you noticed your mistake. You were still young, a couple of years behind Mick and mistakes would often happen but learning from them could be rather easy, even if you were learning from your rival. It was something Lewis had taught you, watch everyone in front of you, mimic their ways of driving but make it better. You watched as Mick cut the third corner rather tight, making him faster. It was a corner which you took a little wide, losing a valuable second. That and hearing Max yell ‘just put your foot down!’ was more than enough. 

You got back out on the track, your mind thinking logically but also not caring if you went through those corners a lot faster than advised and after just one lap you were up into P1 and Max was in P2, pushing Mick down to P3. You just needed to keep it up and not just for today. 

The session ended with both Red Bulls carrying P1 and P2 and Mick down in P3. The team cheered as the two of you drove back into the garages, trying their best to fight off the media to congratulate you first. Climbing out of the car, you raised your fist to the crowd, smiling as they all cheered yours and Max’s names. Max climbed out alongside you, pulling you into a hug. 

“That was fucking brilliant.” He laughed. “Keep that up tomorrow and you’ll lap Schumacher.” 

“We can only hope.” You smiled as you and he made your way to the team, falling into their arms as they showered the pair of you with praise.

“Well done mate.” Christian smiled as he hugged you. “Brilliant driving today.” You removed your helmet, fixing your hair as you smiled back at him. 

“Thank you.” Taking a deep breath your eyes fell on the glow of the crowd holding banners and flags as they looked down on you. Although Red Bull wasn’t the most loved team in the world you were certainly loved. There was something about being an underdog and working for your opportunity that people loved, even if you drove for one of the most hated teams and you had a rivalry with the golden boy of formula 1 who happened to drive for the most popular team in the world. 

“Mick!” An interviewer grabbed your attention, you watched as he pulled Mick aside. The blonde ran his fingers through his hair, his eyes falling on you for a split second before jumping back to the man in front of him. “You were very unlucky out there today, it seemed as if Ferarri were going to have a one, two today…”

“Yeah it looked hopeful but the Red Bulls are fast, we’ve always known that. They have two very talented drivers so we always knew it would be a challenge but they were clearly the better ones today.” 

You hated this about Mick. He would always act so nice in front of the media, sure he’d throw a few digs your way occasionally when things got heated but he always acted like the perfect person in front of interviewers, clearly, media training had paid off for him. 

“Do you think you’ll be able to take it back tomorrow?” 

“It’ll be a challenge but I think so. We’re in a good position, it could be worse,” He laughed at his own words. “But we certainly have the car to do so and the drivers so it’ll come down to strategy and who can stay calm under the pressure.” 

“Hopefully they’ll fuck up their strategy like they normally do,” Max whispered in your ear, making you laugh. Ferrari was known for many things and their shit strategies were one of them.

“Thank you, Mick.” Mick nodded as he handed the microphone to Max, joining your side. 

“Nice driving today, something sparked up in Q3.” He spoke, looking straight ahead to not draw attention to the two of you. 

“Well Max P2 for you, both Red Bulls starting ahead tomorrow, what did you make of it?” You ignored Mick, focusing on the interview before you. 

“Yes things went very well, very happy for y/n, she did so well today and deserves to be in the front for tomorrow.” You smiled at Max as he spoke, earning an eye roll from Mick. “We’re in a good position, hopefully, we can finish like this tomorrow.”

“Would be a perfect start to the season!”

“Yes definitely, the winning year for one of us hopefully.” 

“Do you plan to go for your third this year?”

“Only if she can’t get her first,” Max replied. You never understood why the man got so much hate from fans, he was as sweet as anything. 

“God he’ll make me be sick if he continues,” Mick complained, he looked down at you before speaking again. “Are you really fucking Gasly?” 

“Still upset?” 

“Just curious.”

“None of your business.” Your blunt tone was enough to suggest he stop talking but he didn’t take the hint. 

“No you’re right, it’s none of my business what man touches what’s mine -”

“Fuck off Schumacher I’m not ‘yours’ you were the one who called off our little affair.” 

“I’m aware y/n but I know one thing that Gasly doesn’t.”

“And what’s that?”

“How to make you feel good, he won’t ever make you feel like I do.” 

“Christ I thought Gasly’s ego was big yet here you stand proving the world wrong yet again.” 

“I’m gonna do the same this year.”

“Oh? Do tell.”

“Win as many titles as my Dad.” 

“That’s sweet.” You faked a smile. “You want to win seven?”

“That’s how many my Dad has won…”

“That’s cute…” You glanced up at him as Max finished his interview. 

“How many do you plan on winning? If you can even get to one?” 

“The first one will come at the end of this year Schumacher but if you must know I plan to win eight, beating you once won’t ever be enough.” You walked off to the interviewer who brightly smiled your way as Max joined Mick.

“Is she really sleeping with Gasly?” He quickly asked Max. 

“Ask her that, not me.”

“I did.” Max scoffed at his reply, a smile and laugh escaping his lips as he did so. 

“She lives in that head of yours more than you like to think.” 

“Y/n!” Max focused on the interview, making sure to jump in if he was needed. “Congratulations for today!”

“Thank you!” Smiling back you felt the glare of Mick and the soft protective eyes of Max. 

“Think you can do it this year?” Laughing softly at his reply you answered. 

“I hope so, I have an incredible team behind me and an even better teammate, I got far last year because of him and them so hopefully we can push that little bit more and secure the title.”

“Max clearly looks out for you a lot, is that something you feel you didn’t get from your past teams and has it helped?” You knew he was referring to Mick and Haas. Everyone was incredible at Haas, Mick included but when he started to throw you aside your times got worse it was only Red Bull who saw potential and put it to good use and it evidently paid off. 

“I had an incredible team at Haas, I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for them, so I certainly didn't lack anything there.”

“What about a teammate?” 

You didn’t hesitate, even a small utter of silence would be enough to start a media frenzy. “Mick was fantastic like I said I wouldn’t be here without him.” You gave a thin smile, hoping he’d go back to questions as both Max’s and Mick’s gazes burned your skin. 

“It’s nice to see you both speak so highly of one another after last year.” 

The year Mick cheated you out of the title. 

You let out a low laugh, not wanting to reply to his words. 

“Good luck tomorrow y/n.” He finished. 

“Thank you.” Handing the mic back to him you gave Max a silent request to follow you. The pair of you left Mick and headed back to the garages for a quick debrief before going back to the hotel. 

Max picked up on your deadpanned expression, knowing you wanted just to tell everyone to stop asking about Mick but it if you did it would just come with repercussions, Max knew that well. “They want a reaction -” He broke the silence. 

“They’ll get one if they keep going.” 

“Take it from someone who’s been in your position, don’t give them one.” 

“Is that you telling me you regret threatening a group of journalists?”

“Not really, more think of your PR assistant.” He smiled. “She works hard as it is so don’t make her job any harder.”

“Can’t make any promises Verstappen.” 

—

“What team do you think we’ll both be driving for in the future?” Your sweet voice filled Mick’s hotel room. You laid on his chest as he played with your y/h/c hair. 

“You don’t think we’ll both stay at Haas?” 

“Oh come on Mick we both know we can’t challenge for the title in Haas.” 

He smiled down at you, taking in every inch of your soft skin. “I can see us both in red.”

“Oh yeah?” You propped yourself up on his chest, looking up at him with wide eyes. “You think so?”

“Both of us for Ferarri would be a dream.” He moved your hair out of your face as he smiled brightly. “Promise me?”

“Promise you what?”

“No matter what we’ll stick together and drive for Ferarri together.” His eyes stared deep into yours, longing for an answer. “Promise me?”

You pecked his cheek. “I promise you, we’ll both drive for Ferarri and we’ll win a title one day.” Mick leaned down and placed a long kiss on your lips, deepening the kiss before rolling you over on your back so he could be on top. 

Your mind often wandered back to these memories, Mick’s did too but you both looked back on that one with spite. Mick felt betrayed you never came to Fearri with him but you felt pride for getting some common sense. 

—

The cool night air filled your senses. It was the first race of the season, your first chance to show Mick that you weren’t giving up after last year. The formation lap was about to start, Max was just behind you in P2 and you knew he’d hold Mick back as best he could for you. Max had as much determination to win it as you did but he wanted nothing more than to see Mick Schumacher lose out like you did last year. 

“Don’t look so nervous.” A sudden voice grabbed your attention. You spun around to the garage entrance to see Mick standing before you. “You’ve done this a million and one times -”

“You shouldn’t be in here.” Your tone was sour. 

“Technically I’m not in the garage.” He pointed to the line on the floor which indicated where the garage started. “I’m just outside of it.”

“You know the formation lap is about to start.”

“I’m aware y/n,” Mick smirked. “Then again you do start ahead of me so you should be getting out there…” His smirk grew even wider. “Can’t say you’ll finish in front of me.”

“I did several times last year.”

“Not enough to become Champion though.”

“You cheated.”

“Cheated? No love I won that fair and square.”

“You knew the only way to beat me was to force me off the track but this year that isn’t going to happen.” You took a deep breath. “And don’t call me that.”

“You seemed to like it when I was between your legs -”

“Go fuck yourself, Schumacher.”

“Why would I when you do that for me?” He let out a cocky laugh as he turned on his heel and walked back to the Ferrari garage. You knew he was only doing it to get a reaction, hoping it would set you off before the race but you wouldn’t let it get to you. Without glancing back at him you threw on your helmet and climbed into your car. He wasn’t going to win again. 

“And it’s lights out and away we go!” 

You didn’t hesitate, setting off the moment the lights gave their signal. You got off to a good start but so did Mick. He and Max were already battling for P2 which just gave you time to break away from them both. Red Bull was fast on the straights but Ferarri was just as quick if they timed things right. 

You had managed to stay out for a solid twenty laps before you were called back to the garages for a tyre change. You trusted your team more than anyone else in the world, they’d taken Max and Sebastian to greatness multiple times and you knew they’d do the same for you. Once you’d had your pit stop Mick was in front of you. He would put up a fight but it was nothing you weren’t already used to. 

Catching up with Mick you sped up down the straights, keeping your eyes on Max who was behind you but also focusing on the man before you. You knew Mick would cut the corner a little too soon, forcing you to stay behind him but if you got close enough to him before the corner he wouldn’t be able to force you off without receiving a heavy penalty. 

The pair of you had battled one another for the rest of the race and now with three laps to go you grew frustrated. “This fucking dick…” Yelling down the radio you kept going. Max had always played a little dirty when it came to these things and maybe it was time you took a leaf out of his book. Without thinking much of it you sped up down the straights, getting closer to Mick to push him closer to the edge. Your quick move made him slow slightly, not wanting to head off the track which gave you enough room to overtake him. 

The Red Bull garage cheered at your move, putting you into P1, ahead of Mick. Max was also doing his best to catch up in the final laps and push Mick back down into P3 where he started the race but it was no use. The only good thing about those two going for one another was that Mick wasn’t paying too much attention to you, allowing you to pull away from the two of them. 

“She’s won it in Bahrain! y/n y/l/n has won the first race of the season!” You were hailed over the commentary as you crossed the finish line. 

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” You beamed down your radio. “Wow… thank you guys so much, one race down many more to go!” 

“Fantastic driving today y/n, really well done.” Christian praised. 

“Thank you man, where did Max finish?”

“He finished P3, not the result we wanted for him but it was a solid drive.” 

Your heart sunk for Max. You wished you and him could have shared a P1 and P2 with him but Mick had another idea. You couldn’t dwell on it now, you had a trophy to collect. Driving into the garages you stopped before the sign displaying you had won before getting out of the car. You ran over to your team, jumping in their arms as they showered you with attention. 

You turned to greet Max who pulled you in for a hug. “You fucking beat him!”

“For now!” You laughed back, taking your helmet off. 

“You know for a minute I didn’t think you would.”

“Had to play dirty like Verstappen to win.” You winked at him as the pair of you turned away to get weighed. “Shame you couldn’t get past him.”

“Little shit didn’t want to give in that easily after you beat him.”

“He better get used to it, he’s not winning it again this year.”

“I won’t let that happen.”

—

After the ceremony and your national anthem being proudly sung throughout the stands, you and a few other drivers decided to head to a nearby club for celebration drinks. Mick would occasionally attend the drinks but that was only ever if he won so he wasn’t here tonight but you didn’t care. 

Your mind was intoxicated by the sound of the music blasting through the club and the feeling of Pierre Gasly’s touch on your waist as you danced alongside him. When Pierre was all over you like this you wished Mick was here to watch. Mick might have been able to lie to you about his feelings but his actions said otherwise. 

His jaw would clench every time Gasly and you were mentioned. You could evidently overhear what he was asking Max when you were being interviewed. It was no secret that Mick Schumacher was jealous of other men around you but one thing you struggled to work out was why. He was the one who called off your late-night sex sessions not you so he really had no right to be jealous, did he? 

 The night drew on and so did your tiredness. Max offered to walk you back but you politely declined, you could handle yourself just fine and besides, Daniel had just ordered shots for them both so you told the Dutchman you’d see him in the morning and headed back to the hotel. 

The plan was to just go to your room and sleep off the celebrations but it seemed as if the universe had other plans. As you got into the lift you were joined by someone else, none other than Mick Schumacher.

“Could you not have waited for the next lift?” You narrowed your gaze at him, your nose scrunching at the smell of alcohol that left him. 

“There was a time when you begged me to join you in every quiet moment we got.” 

“Why do you keep bringing that up?” You snapped, looking up at him. “Every single time I see you, you have to make a comment.”

“First time you’re complaining y/n.”

“That’s not true.”

“Why do you complain?” He arched his brows, his eyes scanning over your outfit. “Scared it’ll bring back memories?” 

You laughed at his comment, meeting his gaze as you answered. “Scared? Someone should hold up a mirror for you to see your reaction when anyone mentions Gasly.”

“Why would I care for him?”

“You don’t care for him Mick but you care for how he makes me feel.”

Mick swiped his tongue across his bottom lip before he turned his body to face you. Stalking closer so your back hit the side of the lift, Mick looked down at you, his cocky grin growing with every breath. “He won’t ever make your legs shake like I did, god what I would do just to hear my name fall from those pretty lips of yours again…” He moved your hair from your face, his fingers grazing across your cheek whilst the other hand lingered on your dress. 

“You called it off, not me.”

“I know, maybe I regret it.” His eyes met yours. 

“Why now?”

“When I won…” His lips replaced his hand, trailing down your cheek as the other tilted your chin up. “I felt like something was missing… I wanted you that night too…”

“Maybe you could have had both if you didn’t cheat.” Mick grabbed your throat at your words, pushing himself into your body. 

“Such a sore loser y/n…”

“I’m not doing this with you again Mick…”

“Once more, for old time's sake.” His thumb traced your bottom lip. “And then you can run off to Gasly all you like and we’ll see if you come back…”

“You called this all off.”

“I know.” His lips now hovered above yours. “Once more won’t hurt, will it?”

Were you really going to fall back into his arms so soon?

Best friends' brother - Charles Leclerc x reader

Charles Leclerc x female!reader

Summary: You and Arthur Leclerc had been best friends since you were children but it wasn’t the younger Leclerc brother you’d be in the sheets with and a one night stand can hold a lifetime of regret.

Warnings: Mentions of smut, pregnancy, swearing, angst, fluff

Word Count: 4.1K

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Your heart pounded in your chest as you held onto the pregnancy test. It was one stupid mistake, one stupid, drunk mistake. Charles had finally won in Monaco for the first time which meant the celebrations would last until the sun came up. You and Arthur attended together; you just didn’t leave together. You and Charles evidently spent a lot of time with one another, especially when Arthur was racing. The pair of you would spend hours talking and enjoying one another's presence. You couldn’t lie to yourself that Charles wasn’t attractive, and he evidently thought the same about you. He’d always leave light touches on your waist and his eyes would linger on you just a little too long, yet nothing ever came out of it. Neither you or he would make a move or even mention it, you just acted like everything was normal, that was until the celebrations. 

Everything was fine until you lost Arthur. You scanned the club to find him but you were found by the older Leclerc. His eyes locked onto yours as he snuck his hand around your waist, pulling you into his side. He leant down, his eyes still on you as he held you tighter before connecting his lips to yours. You didn’t hesitate, not caring if anyone was watching you two from afar. He dragged you to his hotel room and the rest was history well… so you thought. 

The next morning you woke up to a number of missed calls from Arthur and a sleeping Charles beside you. You left faster than he could drive but part of you wanted to stay, you wished you could have spent the morning in his arms but for Arthurs sake you simply couldn’t. Since that day you’d avoided Charles like the plague although that was easier said than done, especially as he was your best friends' brother, but you managed. That was until Arthur started to notice. 

“y/n?” Arthurs voice filled your flat. Your eyes snapped up from the test in your hands and towards the door. He burst through your bedroom door just as you slipped the test under the duvet. “Where have you been?” He arched his brows, a slightly annoyed expression on his face. 

“I haven’t been feeling well.” Technically that wasn’t a lie. “So I’ve just stayed at home -”

“You’ve never been away from my races, even when you’re ill.”

You shrugged, not wanting to look at him for two long. “I couldn’t stop throwing up, can’t exactly turn up to a race like that.”

“Why didn’t you call me? I could have come round and looked after you. You always looked after me when I was ill.” He smirked, the annoyed expression leaving his face as he moved to sit beside you. Your heart dropped as he sat beside you, hoping he wouldn’t feel the test he was sitting on but your luck didn’t go that far. He rose to his feet once again, scrunching his face up as he pulled the duvet back to see what he’d sat on. 

“Arthur -”

“What the fuck is this?” He snatched the test and held it up. “Is this a…?”

“Yes…” 

He looked down at the test, checking the result. 

Positive. 

“Is this why you’ve been avoiding me?” His eyes met yours. “Because you’re fucking pregant and didn’t want me finding out?” 

“I just found out Arthur!” You found your voice. “Look I just felt sick so I stayed away thinking it was a bug and then my period was late so I had to check…”

“Who’s the dad?” 

He asked the one question you forever wished you could avoid. 

You didn’t answer, your eyes welling up with tears when you knew you had to answer his question. It wouldn’t be hard to lie to him but everything would come to light and you knew it. Charles was his brother and even if you lied to Charles he would know that it was his kid. It was like the universe wanted you to suffer even more because before you could answer him a sudden knock at the door grabbed your attention. 

“Bet that’s the dad.” Arthur said, no emotion in his voice as he went to answer the door. “So what is he a secret boyfriend you’ve kept from me?” He looked back at you before he opened the door only to be met with the worried expression of his older brother. 

“Is y/n here?” Charles asked just as you walked up behind his brother. 

Arthurs eyes squinted at his brother, his face going back to its confused expression. “Why are you here?” 

“Arthur!” You snapped at your best friend. 

Charles coughed nervously as he looked between the two of you. He’d always wondered if something was secretly happening with the two of you but the night you’d slept with him confirmed to him that you were all his well, he wished you were. 

“Just came to see y/n -”

“Why?” Arthur leant against the door, still now allowing his brother to enter your flat. “You see her at the races -”

“That’s the point.” Charles looked at him like he was an idot. “I haven’t seen her since she left mine in Monaco.” Charles didn’t mean to let it slip but it was too late to take it back now. 

“Left yours?” Arthur arched his brow. “What the night of the party?” He quickly looked back at you and then back at his brother as he suddenly connected the dots. 

Ever since the celebrations in Monaco you hadn’t gone near Charles. If he came over to the pair of you in a rare occasion that you had turned up to the track you would always find an excuse to leave before he could utter a word to you. 

Arthur suddenly spun on his heels, looking at you before yelling. “Is it him?” His tone made you jump slightly. “Is he the dad?”

“The dad?” Charles looked over to you before he too connected the dots. “Are you…?”

“It is you!” Arthur turned back to face his brother. “It was the night you won wasn’t it?” 

“Arthur…” Charles went to speak but was suddenly stopped. 

“Everything I have you want, I am always in your shadow and you know that!” Arthur was close to tears himself. “She’s my friend Char not yours…”

“I’m still your friend Arthur, nothings changed -” Your voice was soft but Arthur didn’t care. 

“Yes it has! You went and fucked my brother and now you’re pregnant with his kid!” His eyes filled with tears. “I trusted you y/n, I told you everything about me, we never lie to one another, we made that promise when we were kids… you know how much it hurts to be in his shadow all the time, just once I wanted something for myself, even if that was just a best friend and now I don’t even have that.” He didn’t wait for you or Charles to speak. He shoved Charles out of the way and stormed out of your building.

It was now your turn to cry, not caring if Charles was still in front of you. He didn’t say anything as he pulled you into his chest, his arms wrapped around you as he kissed the top of your head, soothing you as you cried into his shirt. “It’ll be okay.” He mumbled. “I promise you.”

He hated seeing you upset. His feelings for you had grown far beyond a one-night stand or the girl that turned up to every single race, but you were off limits. You were his brother's best friend; someone he knew he could never be with but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to. He would happily let Arthur ignore and hate him for however how long it took just so he could have you.

“No Charles.” You pulled your head back to look up at him. “It won’t be. I can’t break you and Arthur apart, I can’t -”

“You haven’t broken me and Arthur apart, he’ll get over it -”

“No Char he won’t.” You stepped away. “He’s right he’s always been in your shadow. He just wants to race alongside you in Formula 1. He needs you more than he needs me, and I refuse to be the one that breaks that bond between you both. He won’t just get over it, he never just gets over things -”

“Are you trying to tell me you know more about my own brother than I do?”

“Yes I am!”

“Oh come on you just turn up to watch him race every week -”

“That’s a lie and you know it.” You sent a glare in his direction, one he knew he deserved.

“When did you find out?” He changed the subject. 

“Today.” Your eyes met his. “Just before Arthur came over.” You leant against your kitchen sink. “He sat on the test and that’s how he found out.” Your eyes looked over to the test sitting on the kitchen counter that Arthur had dumped as he opened the front door. Charles made his way over to the test, taking it in his hands to see the results for himself.

“I don’t want a kid, not now -”

“You and me both Leclerc but I can’t just get pregant on my own can I?” You ran a hand through your hair. “This was all a mistake, we should have never of spent the night together, if I could take it back then I would.” 

Your words killed him. Sure, he didn’t want a child yet but that didn’t mean he didn’t want one in the future. But he also didn’t want you to regret spending the night with him, for Charles if he could relive the moment again, he would. He wanted it to happen again and again, he even planned to be with you but hide it from Arthur. He had the perfect life with you all planned out in his head but clearly things weren’t meant to be. 

“Do you really mean that?” He looked down at you, fighting back every word he wanted to say. “Would you take everything back? You and I?”

“We would never work Charles. It was never meant to be… it was a bit of fun that went wrong.” Your eyes met his. “Nothing more.”

“Fine.” He nodded, setting the test down. “Are you keeping it?” 

“I don’t know -”

“When you’d made up your mind let me know.” His eyes looked almost glass like as the tears slowly filled his eyes. “If you keep it, I’ll pay child support, but I don’t want anything to do with it.” He left without another word, he hated himself for it.

He didn’t mean it. He wasn’t lying about not wanting a kid now but that didn’t mean he’d want to leave his child without a father and leave you without support. He just knew how stubborn you could be and how you wouldn’t change your mind about walking out on the two of them, so the brothers still had one another. Charles needed time and he knew you needed time too. He planned to find Arthur and tell him how he felt about you, he needed to tell him everything and mend what had been broken to prove to you things can work but you had other plans. You couldn’t break the brothers apart and with you not around you hoped they’d forget about what had happened and move on with their lives. Not wanting to pick between them you got up and left, everything you once owned came with you and you left Monaco. 

It was probably a stupid decision just to pack everything and leave but, in the moment, it felt right and sometimes you just have to go with your gut when it comes to certain things and that was one of those times. You’d moved to England, more specifically a small village in the north of England, hopefully somewhere where no one knew who you were and luckily for you they didn’t.

The village was mainly home to elderly residents and a few small families. It was quiet and out of the way with a good community, the perfect hideaway for you and your son. You now lived in one of the cottages that overlooked the river which flowed through the streets. It was so different to Monaco but in the best way possible. Looking down at your son who was fast asleep in his cot you couldn’t help but regret the words you’d said to Charles. How could you ever regret having your son? 

Charles crossed your mind everyday, so did Arthur but things were for the best. You would secretly look at their Instagram accounts on a burner account and noticed the two posting photos of one another and filming eachother for their stories. They had healed what had happened. Arthur wouldn’t forget what happened but he could forgive his brother with time and it’s clear to see that time healed them both. 

What you didn’t know was that you crossed the brothers minds everyday too. Charles kept a photo of you in his helmet so no matter how far away you really were you would always be close to him. He often found himself wondering if you had a boy or a girl and if they had your eyes or his nose. It pained him more than he thought it ever would seeing other drivers with their children and their wives, he wanted that. 

“If you keep staring you might not ever look away.” Arthur had caught Charles doing just that. He was staring at Checo and his children, smiling at the way he placed his helmet on their tiny heads. 

“You still think she had a girl?” Charles asked his brother. 

“Definetly, you still team boy?”

“I know it’s a boy.” Charles smiled, tearing his attention away from Checo and his family. “It’s been over a year now, if he came on time, he’d be eight months old now.” He looked at Arthur. “I need to find her.”

“We will.” He gave his brother a reassuring smile. “But if y/n doesn’t want to be found, she won’t be. We always said we’d never lie to one another, but she was good at lying, the best poker face I’ve ever seen.” Arthur thought fondly of the memories. If only he could go back and change the past.

“Mr Leclerc?” A voice grabbed the brothers attention. They spun around to meet the eyes of an older woman. She smiled at them both, looking at them as if they were long lost family members. 

“Which one?” Arthur asked. 

“Both of you!” Her voice lit up. “I presume you two know who y/n y/l/n is?” 

Both brothers shared a glance of urgency before looking back at the women before them. “Yes!” They spoke in unison. 

“Good, I thought I’d gotten the wrong sport!” She laughed to herself. 

“What do you know about y/n?” Charles asked, his voice filled with worry. 

“Don’t sound so worried! She’s fine! She’s my neighbour!” The two boys had a million and one questions but the woman beat them to it. “I’m Margaret.” She held her hand out for the two of them to take. “She lives in England. We’ve grown rather close since I’ve been babysitting the little one for her whilst she has some time for herself. She spoke about you two and I knew I recognised your names somewhere. She would kill me if she knew I was here but… I lost the love of my life over a mistake, and I can’t watch her do the same.” 

Margaret was in fact your neighbour. She helped move you into your new home and was also the woman who bought you Leo, your dog. He’d been trained by a local farmer to put your mind at ease whilst you lived alone before your son arrived. Due to her kindness, you often opened up to her about your life. You told her about Arthur and Charles, something you hadn’t told anyone else before. 

Margaret understood your pain as she to lost those close to her. She fell in love with someone she knew her parents would never approve of and instead of standing up for them she let them go, letting the love of her life be belittled by her family and never keeping them close to her and she knew she couldn’t let you do the same thing. 

She told them everything including where you now lived. Charles didn’t waste a second, ignoring the fact that he still had to race that afternoon he threw his helmet to the side, telling Ferrari to tell the press he was sick and needed the reserve driver to take over for this weekend. 

“Are you coming?” Charles called after Arthur as he started to leave the paddock. 

“No.”

“What?” Charles spun around and stopped in his tracks. “Arthur I thought -”

“She needs to see you more than me.” He gave him a light smile. “She had your child, not mine and that kid needs you. Tell her how you feel, not just for her sake but for mine. Fed up with you complaining about how much you like her.” 

Charles pulled his brother into a quick hug. “Thank you.” 

Whilst Charles was on his way to you, you were wrapping up to brace the English autumn weather to take Leo for a walk. You wrapped your son up so he wouldn’t be cold before lowering him into his pram. Leo placed his head onto the pram, looking down at the small boy. Smiling you pet his head as you threw your coat and scarf on. “Good boy.” You praised the dog as you grabbed his lead and harness and leaving the house.

You glanced over at Margaret's cottage yet never saw her in the small front window, knitting away some sort of blanket for your son or even one for Leo. “Must be out.” You muttered to yourself before pushing the pram towards the trail in the woods. You would never get used to a view like this, the way the golden leaves danced through the sky before hitting the ground. It was such a simple sight but after flying from country to country due to the Leclerc brothers you never got to experience anything like this. 

Leaning down slightly you let Leo off the lead when the two of you had entered the woods, letting the dog sprint around to his heart desires but he always kept close to you, just in case. Smiling down at your son you took out your phone to take a photo of the boy. He had his dad’s eyes and your nose. A perfect mix of the two of you. 

“y/n!” A sudden voice grabbed your attention, a voice you knew all too well. Turning around you met the face of Charles Leclerc. He was jogging up to you, something Leo saw as a threat. The German Shepherd dropped his ball and ran towards you, standing in front of you he lunged at Charles, barking and growling at the man before him. 

“Leo down.” You held his harness, pulling him back slightly. The dog stood back but kept his attention onto the stranger ahead of him. 

“Since when did you get a dog?” Charles was breathing heavily, his face terrified of the animal.

“Since I lived alone.” You met his worried gaze. “How did you find me?” 

“I didn’t stop looking since you left, nor did Arthur.” 

“Is he here?”

“No but he’s coming… I promise you he’ll be here.” Your sons cry grabbed your attention, still holding onto Leo you looked back at the boy. 

“Oh baby it’s okay.” Your free hand carefully scooped him up, placing him against your chest you started to rock him back and forth as best you could whilst holding onto your dog so he didn’t attempt murder on Charles. “Shh… shh…”

Charles felt time stop. His heart burting with pride at the sight of the woman he loved his son before him. “Is that -”

“He’s yours Charles.” You smiled at him.

“He?”

“Hmm, you have a son.” 

“Arthur owes me a lot of money.” 

“Sorry?” 

“We had a bet… if he was a girl or a boy, I said boy, he said girl.” 

You arched your brows at the man. “You two haven’t changed.” You looked back at your son. “Do you want to hold him?”

His face softened. “I’d want nothing more.” Charles stepped closer, still weary of your dog as you handed the child to his father. Anyone who walked past the two of you would have thought he’d been there since day one, he was a natural to this. “What did you name him?”

“Rowan.” You smiled, putting Leo back on his lead. “He has your eyes.”

“And your nose.” Charles smiled before he looked back at you. “Why did you leave?”

“You said you didn’t want a baby-”

“That doesn’t mean you had to leave.”

“I didn’t know what to do. You didn’t want to be a part of his life which meant not being a part of mine. Arthur hated me which meant I had lost you both and that was something I couldn’t live with. You know how small Monaco is, I knew I’d see you two at one point and I couldn’t face you two after that so I left. Moved here and now I’m never going back to Monaco, I’m raising Rowan here, I needed a new start and travelling around the world isn’t a life for a child.”

“Then I’ll move here.” His voice was full of urgency. “For over a year I could never stop thinking about you. I have always liked you and I just thought it was because of how you bullied my brother, the way you always knew everything about motorsports, I loved it. It was only when we grew up with one another I knew I loved you. I can’t apologise for everything that happened when you fell pregnant. I should have been with you through the pregnancy, throughout everything. When I said I didn’t want a child, I meant right now. I panicked and when Arthur and I spoke everything through you were already gone.” 

He held his son close to him, holding his right hand out as he balanced Rowan in his left. Taking his hand into yours you stepped closer to him. “I lied to you the last time we spoke.” He was taken back by your words but continued to listen. “I don’t regret spending the night with you, I don’t regret anything we did and I do love you.” 

“Neither do I.” He leant down, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “But now I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good because I really need someone to feed him during the night, he’s teething and I need sleep.” 

Charles laughed, this time dipping his head down to capture your lips into his. The kiss was far overdue. Your lips were sweet against his own, a taste he always wanted to feel. His hand left yours and cupped your cheek, pulling you closer into his chest as best he could without disturbing Rowan. He deepened the kiss as you got closer, his thumb brushing along your bottom lip when you pulled away for a breath. 

“Please never leave again.” He muttered against your soft lips. 

“I won’t.” Your eyes met his. “I promise.” Charles leaned in again but jumped at a sudden loud bark. Leo narrowed his eyes at the brunette, if he could talk you knew he’d yell at Charles like he was a disobedient child. 

“I’m not putting up with him.” Charles backed away from the animal.

“Oh he’s fine.” You dropped to your knees so the dog could rest his head on your chest, wagging his tail a you gave him all the attention in the world. “He just needs to get used to you.”

“Margret never mentioned him…”

“Margret?” You looked up him, curiosity on your face. “How do you know who she is?” 

His eyes widened at his own words. Shit. “Probably shouldn’t have said that…”

Thick-skinned - Neymar Jr x reader

Neymar Jr x female!reader

Requested? Yes/No: Hey 😊One with Neymar where you've been together for a long time, but his family doesn't like you since you're not from Brazil and you know how much he loves his family, so you think he's going to leave you. It's at a family dinner and his sister, whom he loves very much, starts saying that he should get with her friend instead and seeing you so uncomfortable finally makes him snap. Also, if reader has a very good relationship with Davi Lucca since she has been in his life since he was a toddler.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, swearing

Word Count: 3K

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Neymar and you had been dating for years now, the pair of you were joined at the hip at all times. You attended every single game wearing his name on the back of your shirt, whether he was playing for PSG or Brazil, you were always there for him. He did the same for you, he would always celebrate your achievements at work and he always made sure you never stressed over anything. The man was head over heels in love but his family never felt the same towards you. 

Unlike Neymar, you weren’t from Brazil so your lives growing up were very different and that was something his family disapproved of. They didn’t believe you understood their culture and what Neymar really meant to them, they saw you as an alien that never could come to terms with the way his family worked. The way his family acted towards you killed you but you always suppressed your sadness when he was around. When he would head off to training you’d let it all out before putting on a brave face when he walked through the door, never wanting to cause an argument with him and his family as you knew how much he adored them. His family was his world but to him, you were also family and even he was slowly getting sick of the comments from them.

Where you could avoid his family, you did. As mean as it sounded you didn’t care, it was not only for your sake but for his but you couldn’t avoid it today. Neymar was travelling back to Brazil for training before he and the squad flew out to Qatar for the World Cup. Normally you’d make a lie and tell him you couldn’t fly out because of work but you’d be there for the games but this time he asked you to be with him. For him, you put everything aside, putting a brave face on you flew out to Brazil. 

“y/n!” A booming voice grabbed your attention. Davi Lucca was running over to you with open arms. You’d known him since he was a toddler and he was the only one who never gave you any grief well, him and his Mum.

“Hello, little man!” You smiled down at the boy, holding your arms out as he crashed into them, hugging you tight. “You’re getting big.” You pulled back, looking at the boy who resembled your boyfriend in some ways. 

“How are you, buddy?” Neymar joined the two of you, smiling at your interaction with his son. 

“Good.” He smiled looking between you two before he fixed his gaze on you. He quickly grabbed your hand and dragged you to the garden. “Look at what I can do now!” He turned back to you. “I did what you said, I practised every single day!” 

You knew what he was talking about. When you last visited him Neymar was showing him keepy uppy’s and attempted to teach him how to do them but very quickly the young boy got discouraged. There would always be pressure on him, his Dad was one of the greatest footballers of all time and no matter what path in life he chose, everyone would compare him to Neymar.

Pulling him aside you gave him some words of encouragement, similar to those you’d give his Dad when he needed them the most. That afternoon you watched him constantly practising his skills, never giving up even when the sun went down. 

Grabbing a ball he started to kick the ball in the air, never letting it touch the floor with a beaming smile on his face as he noticed your expression. You didn’t realise Neymar was watching you from the doorway to the garden, his heartwarming with pride as he watched the two of you. 

“Excited for the World Cup?” A sudden female voice grabbed his attention, his sister. He didn’t look back, his eyes glued to the sight before him.

“Of course.” He replied. “You’ll all be there, and y/n.” 

“I thought only family were able to go…” 

Neymar whipped his head around to meet her gaze, a frown on his lips before he spoke. “She is family, we’ve been dating for years -”

“And she still isn’t part of this family. You haven’t even put a ring on her finger.”

“I’m not rushing.” He looked back at you. “I already have a ring I just need the right time.” 

“Do you remember my friend Maria?” 

“Who?” His brows furrowed as his sister changed the subject. 

“Maria? Dark hair, green eyes, beautiful girl, could be a model.”

“Right…” 

“I was thinking about bringing her to the games, she’s always wanted to come and support her country.” She made sure to emphasise the words ‘her country’. “Is y/n going to watch her country?” 

“Why does that matter? Besides I don’t have endless tickets, the other lads have a family too.” 

“That’s fine… me, Mum, Dad, David Lucca and the rest of the kids, a few of your mates and we’re fine.” 

“y/n will be there.” 

“It’s not even her country why should she take up a seat?” She huffed. “Maria met you a while ago, she’s single and Mum loves her -”

Whilst she continued her words Neymar was clueless to the idea that you could hear every single word being spoken between him and his sister. You did your best to ignore it but the lack of defensive words coming from your boyfriend was hurting you. You knew he’d never want to cause any unnecessary drama between the two but whilst she continued to bring up another woman he never said no, he just longed the conversation out, allowing her to talk down about you more and more. 

“That’s nice…” He brushed her off. 

“And she’s got your name on the back of her shirt, she thinks you’ll win it this time, bring the cup home for everyone.” 

“That’s the plan.” 

“I’ll tell her to pack her bags, it’ll be so nice to see the two of you together again, she hasn’t forgotten the last time the two of you -” Her words were cut off by you barging past the siblings and heading to the door. 

“Excuse me…” You didn’t look at either of them as you kept walking but Neymar could tell there were tears in your eyes. 

“Meu amor…” He called after you, his hand catching your wrist but you pulled away from his grasp and headed to the front door. Not hesitating you threw the door open and stormed out, not caring if you didn’t really know where to go or if you knew anyone, you just needed to get away from them and him for a while. 

You’d given up a lot for him, nearly your entire life if you thought about it long and hard enough. You packed up everything and followed him around Europe for his football career, leaving behind your friends and family for him. Everything you planned to do with your life was put on hold, all for him and sure you wouldn’t change it for the world, you loved him more than anything in the world but you wished he would take a step back and see how much you really had given up for him. 

As you walked your mind started to recognise where you were. Neymar had taken you along these streets during the start of your relationship. There was a small clearing on the hill at the end of the street which looked over a large city. It was a place out of the way and despite the rush of Brazil it was calm and made the world seem at a standstill. Having nowhere else to go you headed towards the bank before planting yourself down to take in the view, contemplating if you’d ever go back. 

Meanwhile, Neymar had snapped. He never thought he’d have the guts to do so. He’d stood up to his Dad a few times but even then the rest of his family joined in and he ended up backing down but he knew this time he wouldn’t even if now was the time he needed his family more than ever. 

“Why would you say that?” His eyes burned at his sister’s. “Do you all get some sick enjoyment from making the woman I love cry?”

“Oh come on you know she’ll never fit in -”

“Why not?” He challenged. “Because she’s from a different part of the world? Is that why you think she’ll never ‘fit in?’.” 

“You two are just so different.” His father had now joined the conversation. “She’s distracted you -”

“Distracted me? She’s the only one who turns up to every single one of my games, she was there throughout my injury, every single time I had the smallest graze or cut she was the one who patched me up and made sure I was okay before a game. She encouraged me to do better in this sport.”

“So did I.” His father stepped forward, looking hurt at his son's words. “I helped you, I made you get to where you are now -”

“No you didn’t!” Neymar’s temper grew. “You only wanted me to succeed so you had a status, you act like I’m a child, always trying to control me and my money.”

“Don’t speak to him like that!” His sister joined the conversation again, her eyes widened at her brother's words. “You know we all only ever wanted the best for you -”

“If that was true you wouldn’t treat y/n the way you do. You can see she makes me happy and even if she isn’t your ideal girl for me then that’s fine but I'm the only one who can make that decision for myself and for the last few years it’s been the best decision of my life. She makes me a better man than I was and if you can’t see that then don’t bother coming to Qatar to support me. If you can’t accept her as a family then I don’t want your support.” 

His family stood in silence at his words, stunned he would have such an outburst and stick with it. Even though he was stunned at his own words, as much as he hated causing a divide with his family he knew he had to speak up when it came to you. He couldn’t go a lifetime pretending he didn’t know you were crying when he went to training or seeing how uncomfortable you got when his family gave you a sly glance. 

“About time.” The sudden silence was broken by the voice of his mother who stood watching the scene unfold from a distance. 

“What?” Neymar asked, his face scrunching at her words. 

“About time you stood up for her, I raised you better but you know what they say, better late than never.” 

When you first met his Mum she too was a little reserved when it came to you, her mind wondering if you were really there because you loved him or if you wanted him for his money and fame but when his injury almost left him paralysed struck she knew you really did love him. You dropped everything to be by his side that day, never leaving him even when family begged you to come home. You were a mess but you didn’t care, only leaving when you knew he was safe. His Mum watched as you cared for him, watched as you lost yourself with worry and just from that she knew you would be his for a long time. 

She kept her opinions at bay when she saw how everyone else acted towards you. She just waited silently for her son to jump to your defence, wondering how far everyone would push him until he eventually cracked and today was that day. 

“It’s getting dark, go and find her before she throws what you had away.”

Despite her words being harsh he gave her a thankful smile and a nod, he didn’t need to utter a word for her to know how much that meant to him. Silence filled the air as Neymar stepped away from his family and headed out of the door, his eyes already scanning his neighbourhood, hoping to catch a glint or a hint as to where you were. He had an idea but he worried you would’ve forgotten all the memories the two of you made in this place. 

Your tears had dried from the tears you’d shed, your eyes no longer glossy as you looked out onto the city below you. Your breathing was finally calm as the cool air hit your skin. Everything was finally peaceful when a smooth voice caught your attention. 

“Meu amor, aqui estás tu…” My love, there you are… Neymar’s eyes lit up with relief as he fell to his knees beside you. “I was worried…”

It hurt to see him this upset but you kept your gaze fixed on the skyline. “I’m fine…”

“No, you’re not.” He sat beside you. “y/n I’m so sorry -”

“Why don’t you ever defend me? I get that your family means the world to you but I thought I did too. For years I stayed silent and let them make snide comments, I let them judge me for just simply dating their son and not once in the years we’ve been together did you ever defend me.” You tore your eyes away from the city and looked into his. “I can’t keep pretending like everything between me and your family is fine, I don’t want to bottle up my tears and wait until you go to training to let them out. I gave up everything for you and I know you never asked me to but I wanted to and I just want you to understand how much I gave up us.” 

He didn’t say anything for a second, taking a deep breath before speaking. “I can’t say sorry enough. I was just worried that if I spoke and made a scene they would walk out on me and so would you. I never want you to leave my side, the thought of being alone without you kills me y/n. It’s not an excuse, I know it’s not. I should have defended you a long time ago and I didn’t and for that I am sorry.” 

“Do you mean it?” 

“Of course, I mean it y/n, why would I lie to you? Before I came here I snapped, I don’t regret it… my mum was annoyed though -”

“She still hates me?”

“Quite the opposite.” He smiled. “She was annoyed at me,”

“For what?” 

“For not snapping earlier.” You mirrored his smile at his words, your head falling to his shoulder. “I’m really sorry y/n, I know no amount of words will make it up to you but actions do.” He mumbled into your hair as he planted a kiss on your head. “I promise I won’t ever let them say a negative word about you ever again. I’ve made it clear that if they can’t respect you then they won’t be coming to Qatar with us… or any of my games for that matter. I’ll only return home to see Davi Lucca and my Mum.” 

“I don’t want to tear you apart -”

“You won’t, they’ve done that themselves.” 

You lifted your head off his shoulder, your eyes meeting once again. Neymar cupped your jaw, pulling you closer to him his lips connected with yours. The sudden feeling of distress left you both as you embraced. His hands snuck around your waist, pulling you into his lap. Giggling at his actions you deepened the kiss, allowing your tongue to swipe across his lips as he pulled you against his chest. The two of you continued to make out before eventually pulling back, Neymar moved your hair out of your face as he smiled. 

“Do you remember when I first brought you here?” He asked. 

“I do, it’s where you asked me to be your girlfriend… and we shared our first kiss here.” 

“You remember…” His smile widened. 

“Why wouldn’t I?” Your hand ran through his hair, mirroring his expression. “Best day of my life -”

“Not the day I bought you all those flowers and left all the rose petals on the floor?”

“I wouldn’t have that if we didn’t spend our time here.” You counteracted his words. 

“I don’t deserve you.” He smirked. 

“Oh, I know.” You leant back in to kiss him. 

Although you knew things would take time to mend what happened with his family but you knew he’d be there for you more when it came to their sly digs, even if it was just the odd comment. 

Training sessions - Philippe Coutinho x reader

Requested? Yes/No? - Heyy! I was wondering if you could do a coutinho smut imagine 🙏🙏

Summary: Phillipe needs to unwind after a tough training season. 

Warnings: Smut, swearing

Word Count: 2.7K

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You’ve been working at Aston Villa for about five years, meaning you’ve seen many players come and go and working in the social media department meant you were there for them from their very first day up until their last. A few of the lads would catch your eye when they joined, mainly for talent but there was one who always stuck out and that was Phillipe Coutinho. 

Fans adored him. When he signed everyone suddenly forgot who Grealish was and fell in love with the new talent. His high profile with fans meant you and Philippe spent a fair amount of time with one another, filming all sorts of videos for Villa's numerous social media accounts. Spending so much time with him resulted in the two of you growing close, not to mention the nonstop flirting but nothing came out of it. 

Being the head of social media for Aston Villa meant you were in the lad's shadows, following their every move throughout the day. Following them around had its perks, one minute you were watching them train during the glorious English rain and the next you were watching them play teams abroad in the scorching sun but unfortunately, the weather wasn’t on your side today. In typical English fashion, it had decided to pour down all day. Gerrard had postponed the training until the evening, hoping the rain would stop but the rain just seemed to fall down harder.

As much as you loved your job, standing in the rain and filming a group of men running around in circles wasn’t the most entertaining of activities. Your eyes kept glancing over at Phillipe who was clearly struggling with today’s training session. Every shot he took never seemed to go in, he seemed to hit the post every time or just shoot it a little too wide. Through the rain, you watched the frustration spread on his face. Running a hand through his hair you watched him let out a string of swears as Gerrard called them all back into the changing rooms. 

With training over it was your sign to pack up and go home, it had been a long day and with the shit weather anyone would have wanted to run off home as soon as they could, anyone but Phillipe Coutinho. You had planned to stay late anyway, wanting to upload the footage from today so it could be posted in the morning but you didn’t think he’d be waiting downstairs in the gym for you. 

You always keep a spare set of clothes in your office in case of days like this along with a towel. Normally you would head down to the showers, and dry yourself off before getting changed into your spare clothes and normally no one would be there to walk in on you. With the towel wrapped around your bare body, you turned the corner to be met with a rather familiar face.

“What are you doing down here?” His voice made you jump. Spinning around you held the towel closer to your skin as you met the confused gaze of Phillipe. 

“I thought you’d gone home…”

“Is that what you do when we’re all gone?” He smirked. 

“Only when it’s been raining and I’ve had to stand out there filming you lot.” Your eyes trailed across his body, trying not to stare at him too long. His toned body shone in the dim light of the shower rooms whilst his towel hung low from his waist, a sight you wouldn’t mind seeing more often if given the chance. “I thought you had gone home.”

“You said.” His smirk grew as he caught your eyes lingering. “But I wanted to train in the gym on my own for a bit.” 

You nodded, not saying anything for a second. “Do you normally train on your own?”

“Don’t play dumb with me y/n you know I don’t.” 

“I’m just asking -”

“You saw how shit I was out there.”

“Wasn’t that bad.” You replied. “I’ve seen worse -”

“I couldn’t even get the ball in the back of the net.” He huffed. “It was pathetic.” 

“I’ve seen worse.”

“Not from me.” He spat, running his hands through his hair as he turned on the shower. He looked back at you as he loosened the towel. “I thought you were down here to shower?” 

“I am…”

“Yet you’re still standing there with a towel wrapped around you.” 

“I’ll wait until you’re done.” You stepped back, planning to head out and wait until he was done when his voice stopped you. 

“Oh come on y/n you’re here now…” He started to walk forward, the towel dropping down his waist with every step he took. “Might as well.” His smirk didn’t subside when he saw your eyes flicker down to the towel. “You look flustered.”

“Rather hard not to be when you’re looking like that in front of me.”

“You’ve seen me with my shirt off before.” 

“Not like this.”

“You haven’t backed away yet.”

“Yet…” He didn’t care for your answer, he stepped closer to you, now only an inch away from you. You could feel his breath against your face, his gaze intense on your skin. 

Raising his finger he brushed your damp hair from your eyes before he spoke. “So pretty…” His finger came down under your chin, pushing it lightly so you were now looking up at him. 

“We can't -”

“Why not?” He frowned at your whispers. 

“Gerrad would lose his shit if he found out.”

“And you think I care about what he has to say?”

“I do, I could lose my job -”

“And if you do, I'll walk from this club and take care of you.” He smirked, leaning down and allowing his lips to ghost along yours. “All you have to do is say yes.”

He was beautiful, there's no denying that and you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want to have him at that moment. His dark hair was now falling from his face and onto yours as he hovered above you, waiting for your lips to make a sound. Part of him began to panic, thinking he’d overstepped the mark and read the past few months entirely wrong but your actions silenced his thoughts. 

Leaning up you connected your lips with his, your actions telling him everything he wanted to know. He didn’t wait to kiss you back. His hands grabbed your face, pulling you closer to him, wanting to feel your skin on his. One of your hands trailed down his chest, your nails creating faint red lines on his body. He smirked against your lips as your hand reached the top of his towel, lightly tugging on it but not enough to pull it down. 

“So needy…” He muttered against your lips, one hand leaving your cheeks and falling down to your chest. Adding pressure to your skin you felt his large hands tug at your boobs through the towel whilst he let out a light moan against your lips. 

The hand left your boobs, trailing down to your hips before it ran along your lower back. He smacked your ass suddenly, his hand cupping it as he landed the slap, pulling you closer to him. You jumped at his sudden movements, moaning lightly as you fell into his touch. His smirk grew at your actions before his hand tugged at the towel one last time before pulling it clean off your body. 

“So beautiful…” His voice was smooth and full of compliments as it danced through the air and filled your ears. His fingers traced every inch of your bare body that they could find, his eyes following suit. Your breathing was steady, as steady as one could be when a man like him was taking in every cell of your body. His fingers found their way to where you needed him the most. 

He could be wicked when he teased someone and he planned to do just that with you. His fingers brushed your clit, making you gasp and hold onto his biceps even tiger, your nails marking him ever so faintly. He added pressure on your clit, slowly starting to move in small circles. 

His eyes kept a firm gaze onto your face, lighting up when he saw your expression to his advances. He’d be lying to himself if he said a moment like this hadn’t crossed his mind before. “Fuck…” The word fell from your lips as he quickened his pace, wanting nothing more than to be inside of you but that had to wait, he wanted you to remember how this all felt when he crossed your mind. 

His free hand came up to cup your boob, tugging on the nipple, making you moan even louder. The smirk on his face grew as he grabbed your arms and shoved you into the shower. Your skin jumped at the sudden change in temperature but you didn’t have long to process the water on your skin as Philippe was now towering over you once again. He stood in the shower with you, his hair slowly falling in front of his eyes as he slowly removed his towel. 

Your eyes flickered down to what he was hiding and your eyes widened at the sight. The man was literally perfect. He followed your gaze down to where you were looking which only made his cocky attitude grow. “What’s the matter, love?” He leant in so his mouth was just above your ear. “Scared it won’t fit?”

A sudden burst of confidence filled your body as you spoke. “Think you should be scared -”

“Of what?” he cut you off.

“If you can handle it -”

“If I can handle it?” He fell to his knees, his hands dragging down your skin until they rested above your thighs. He looked up at you through the water as his hands forcefully spread your legs apart. “We’ll see about that.” His mouth latched onto your clit, sucking and tugging at the bud. His hands held your legs apart so you couldn’t escape. His tongue started to move against your slit whilst he continued to play with your clit.

“Fuck…”

“What's wrong sweetheart?” He looked up at you as he continued to work. “Can’t handle it?” He grabbed the back of your thigh and threw it over his shoulder.

“Stop being such a tease…”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

“Philippe please…” You moaned, your eyes rolling back at his actions. “Please…”

“I love hearing you beg…”

“Please…” You continued to beg. 

“Please what?” He taunted as he continued to play with your clit. 

“Please let me cum.”

“Good girl for asking but no.” Your eyes snapped open as he stopped playing with your clit. Setting your leg down he rose from his spot on the floor, suddenly towering over you with a smirk on his face. “I’d prefer to feel you cum around my dick.” Grabbing your hair he spun you around so your chest fell against the cold shower wall. His lips met your shoulder, biting at the thin skin whilst his knee kicked your legs apart. 

His free hand snuck up to your neck, pulling your head back against the crook of his neck as he slowly slid himself inside of you. The pair of you gasped at the sudden feeling, taking a second to adjust yourselves to the new sensation. He suddenly pulled out and quickly pulled your hips back into his, he repeated the actions again before he gathered a frequent pace, the hot water on your skin only adding to the sensation. 

Philippe began to hit places no man had ever reached, fucking you like it was the last fuck he and you would ever have. Small moans fell from your lips, not wanting to be too loud, something he picked up on instantly. 

“Why the silence?” “I’m not being silent.”

“You’re being very quiet…”

“That’s not being silent then is it?” Your words earnt you a sudden slap on your ass, making you jump from his grip but that only made him tighten his grip around your neck. 

“Don’t push your luck or I won’t let you cum.”

“I think we both know that’s a lie.” You suddenly jumped, feeling his fingers play with your clit. 

“I might just bring you so close…” He sped up his movements. “Then take it away.” his hand suddenly withdrew from your clit, his actions making you huff in annoyance. 

“You wouldn’t.” 

He let out a low laugh at your words as he suddenly pulled out. Your eyes widened at the sudden loss but you didn’t have time to question him as he spun you around to face him. His lips fell onto yours again as he slowly guided himself back to you, thrusting in harder than the last. Moaning against his lips he smirked at your reaction before he pulled away and spoke. 

“You’re right this time, I'm going to let you cum but that’s only because I’ve been waiting for this for so long.” His pace quickened. “I want to feel you cum around me.”

“You will if you keep it up.” Your moans grew louder as his hand went back to your clit, toying with your pleasure. You threw your head back, your eyes shut at the pleasure he continued to inflict onto you. He looked down at your reaction, smirking with pride at you. He suddenly gripped your waist, pulling out as he spun you around to face him. 

“I want you to look at me when you cum.” His lips attached to your neck, sucking and biting the skin as he picked up the pace on your clit. 

“Fuck Philippe…”

“My name sounds so good coming from your lips.” You continued to moan his name louder, not caring if anyone could hear you. “That’s it…” He muttered against your neck. “Tell everyone who makes you feel this good.” 

“You do…” You moaned again. Phillipe moved his lips from your neck, his eyes now meeting yours before he admired the new artwork he’d left on your neck. 

“Good girl…” He sped up. “I want you to cum.” Your eyes squeezed shut at his words but that made his actions stop all together. At the sudden loss of movement or any sensation on your clit your eyes snapped open to meet his. 

“Why did you stop?”

“What did I say?” He looked down at you, a cocky grin on his lips. “I want you to look at me, everytime you close your eyes, I’ll stop, understand?” 

“Yes…”

“Good girl.” He started to move again, this time with more force and urgency. He wanted nothing more than to feel you come undone around him. His fingers sped up on your clit, adding light and heavy amounts of pressure to the bud. The sensation made your skin heat up and your stomach tighten. 

“Philippe…” 

“Yes?” He moaned against your skin as his thrusts slowly became less consistent, indicating that he was also close. 

“I’m close…” 

“Good.” He started to thrust harder, moans falling from his own lips as he held you up against the wall. Within seconds you felt the coil in your stomach snap as you came around him. The sensation made his head fall into the crook of your neck, moaning against your skin as he finished inside of you. 

With deep breaths the pair of you refused to move, not wanting to pull apart and lose the sensation. Philippe moved his head to rest his forehead on yours before he spoke. “You felt amazing.”

“You weren’t so bad yourself.” You let out a small smile at his words.

“I do try.” He smiled back, he slowly pulled out, missing the feeling almost immediately. “Did you drive here?”

You scrunced your face up at the sudden change of his words. “Yeah, why?”

“Fancy ditching it here all night and spending the night with me?”

“Such a romantic way to ask Coutinho.” You raised your brow at the man, a smirk on your lips. 

“Hey at least I asked.” He smiled. “I want nothing more than to spend the night with you. I know I should have asked a long time ago and probably not waited until we’d slept together but -”

“If you keep rambling, we’ll never get out of here.” You cupped his face with your hands. “Better late than never.” 

hello! im a newly found premier league fan of newcastle and i just wanna ask if j could get a nick pope x reader fluff? reader is stressed with work and has loads of studying to do while nick drags her off and gets her to cuddle in bed? i honestly find him so hot but a lack of football fics do have left me a bit faltered

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