REQUESTS CLOSED Formula 1 One Shots III

Noradrenaline - [Mick Schumacher]

A/N: for Mi1234ll

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WORDCOUNT: 1480

WARNINGS: nsfw (unprotected sex, angry sex, roughness, taking frustration out on the other, semi-public sex)

The race in Baku had ended about two hours ago, and when Mick came out of his car after the last lap of dangers with his teammate, he had been fuming. You had never seen him that frustrated before, and he nearly shook your arms off his shoulders when you embrace him. Mick managed to control himself, he had taken your wrists and muttered that he needed to get to the interviews and the briefing. You gave him the space afterwards, and you waited in his driver's room while he was in the post-race briefing with the engineers, Gunther, and Nikita. You had seen the way Nikita squeezed Mick when he wanted to overtake him, and it had been dangerous for sure, but in the end, Mick was okay, and Nikita didn't cause a crash, which is what you were most relieved about. It wasn't done and over with it for Mick, who couldn't believe that Gunther hadn't said much about the incident.

Mick was striving for points, but he knew each race that it was mainly their task to bring the car home in one piece, which was sometimes very hard. The Haas F1 car wasn't exactly comfortable and easy to drive on each track, and Baku had asked a lot of his concentration and energy. Mick was not satisfied with the outcome of the briefing, and he had left quietly. He looked down at his feet while entering the Haas hospitality, and he sped into his driver's room, where you were still seated and waiting for him. In his heart, he knew he had to thank you for waiting for him for so long, however, he couldn't get a word over his lips. "Are we going to the hotel?" you asked eventually. "Or do you have another bri-..." "We're going to the hotel," he cut you off. "Don't talk to me like that," you got up from your seat. You stood in front of him, and he looked down at you, easily towering over you with his height. "Unleash whatever anger is left in you, but don't cut of me off like that while I waited for you here for over two hours," you bit.

Mick's blue hues had darkened to a midnight ocean already, his pupils were clearly dilated, and his jaw was clenched in a way that caused a shiver to run up your spine. His hands leaned against the wall behind you, his arms locking you in your place against the wall. "You're going to let me take you right here?" he asked, the raspiness of his voice and the naughtiness of his words nearly shocked you. "I dare you to," your lashes fluttered. With a step forward, his body pressed yours into the wall, his hands were on your waist, fingertips digging into your skin. One of his knees was pushed between your legs, his fingers riding up the material of your dress. Your lips collided harshly, and it caused your body to heat up in acceleration. Mick was rarely rough with you, and you admired the way he was handling you now. His tongue invaded your mouth, teeth biting at your lip, or clinking with yours. "Not a sound, darling," Mick muttered against your mouth while his fingers hooked into your panties under your dress, pushing them down and out of the way.

You nodded when you looked up at him, your cheeks glowing red and your chest heaved up and down in order to catch your breath, while Mick only swung the fireproof top over his head. His racing overall was still knotted around his waist, and he didn't have the patience to pull that undo his complete suit. You looked ravishing with your pretty dress bunched up around your waist, the messy strands of hair framing your face, and your plump lower lip sucked into your mouth while you waited for him. You looked at Mick when his fingers were quick to push down the fireproof leggings, his overall hanging low on his hips, and the sight made your mouth water, and your thighs squeezed together in anticipation. You knew you were getting wet, your walls thick with arousal when seeing Mick like this. Mick briefly threw his head back in his neck, the muscles bulging up when he spat onto his palm and stroked along his shaft for a couple of times, making sure he was fully erect and properly lubricated before he'd enter you.

You were used to Mick taking his time, making you come a couple of times during foreplay. He was an absolute gentleman, rarely rushed or handling you roughly. Mick, being in this state was quite something else, but it turned you on just as much. Your breath hitched in your throat when you watched him lick his fingers before he moved his hand between your legs, satisfied to feel your wet labia. He parted them, spreading your wetness over your entrance till he needed to be inside you. Effortlessly, he grabbed the back of your thighs to lift you up, and he pushed into you swiftly, bottoming you out in the first thrust. You took a deep breath, remembering that you had to be quiet, knowing there was still staff of the team or of the hospitality walking around. Mick's pace was rough, his fingers dug harshly into your thighs while your bodies slammed together. The roughness, the burning of your walls being stretched around his cock, his attitude with it, it all felt so good. You struggled to keep in your moans, trying to hide them with gasps, soft breaths and an occasional whine.

Mick's driver's room filled with the rustling sounds of his racing overall that swayed along with the movements of his hips, your body rocking into the wall behind you, and the both of you were nearly out of breath. He felt you squeezing around him, and the fact that you were soaking wet from him basically being a frustrated asshole to you, fuelled him on to thrust into you only harder. Your fingers curled around his arms, nails scraping down his tanned skin. Your eyes were fixated on him moving in and out of you, the head of his cock raking over all the spots that made you see stars. "Mick, Mick, I'm gonna come," you whispered, barely able to form the sentence properly. "F-fuck," he cursed under his breath. One of his hands clasped over your mouth when your legs went numb and your thighs trembled around him. You closed your eyes at how hard you came around him, feeling the shimmers of your orgasm moving to all the nerve ends in your body. His release coated the insides of your walls, prolonging your high while squeezing him tight.

Mick slowly let you down to the floor as he pulled out, reaching for a clean towel, and he handed it over to you while he cleaned up with another towel as well. You both got your clothing fixed, as if nothing had happened. "I'm sorry," Mick started as soon as he was back into his jeans and the plain, white shirt he had worn this morning. "I was just so frustrated and the outcome of the briefing wasn't like I wished at all," he said, reaching for your waist to pull you close. "You're apologizing after the great sex we had?" you whispered, with a smile. His cheeks grew pink, the attitude he just had, now completely disappeared. "I didn't hurt you, right?" Mick asked, remembering the harsh way he had pushed you against the wall, and how hard he had grabbed onto your thighs. "It's fine, no worries," you said. "Maybe you should let out your anger more often," you said, swinging your bag over your shoulder while he gathered his helmet and his bag as well. "Did it turn you on?" Mick asked, grinning as his confidence grew back.

"Obviously," you replied, waiting for him to close the door behind him. You and Mick walked into the paddock, and he reached for your hand soon enough. "Can you believe that we just had semi-public sex?" you teased him, watching his eyes move around to make sure nobody was overhearing your conversation. "Babe, stop," Mick said, a groan leaving his throat while his face grew hot again. "What if I don't want to?" you asked. "I'll make you stop," he said. "I dare you," you said again, biting on your lower lip while you neared Mick's bike. He looked down at you before moving his helmet over his head. "You're in for it, darling."