REQUESTS CLOSED Formula 1 One Shots III

Celebrations - [George Russell]

A/N: for Crystal_F1_1D_YT

TAGLIST: Garrixer_06 f1_girl97 Jhawker123 landon0rris Judy_Taurus

WORDCOUNT: 1392

SYNOPSIS: He finally gets points in Hungary, which of course gets celebrated. And you don't wait before congratulating him.

WARNINGS: nsfw (oral - male receiving, semi-public nsfw if you squint)

"Oh my god, I'm so proud of you, baby," you exclaimed, your arms curling around George's neck. He laughed with happiness, his arms snaking around your waist, and he briefly twirled you around. He was passing through the pit lane, on the way to get weighed and to the post-race interviews, but he wanted to see you first. "Your first points!" you pulled back, cupping his face. Your heart clenched in your chest at the sight of his eyes getting slightly watery. "We waited so long for this, and now even double points. The start of the summer break never felt this good," George replied. "I'm so happy you're here, darling," George squeezed your waist, leaning down to peck your lips. "I will wait in your driver's room for you, alright?" you said, letting go of him as his trainer and PR were waiting for him. George nodded, a grin curling his lips, and he kissed your cheek before he walked down the pit lane, receiving more congratulations from the mechanics and circuit staff.

George had to do a couple of interviews, and then he would take a short break to replace his racing overalls with some team wear, and then the post-race debriefing would start. It would take a couple of hours before he's leaving the circuit, but that was fine with both of you. You didn't mind waiting for him anyway. After the interviews in the media pen, George walked through the paddock, and returned to the Williams hospitality. A lot of people congratulated him, patting him on the back. His mood was lifted incredibly. He felt extremely satisfied with the result, and he was so happy for the team. Nothing could break this day anymore. George walked into his driver's room, where you were seated on the sofa. His smile was visible as soon as he laid his eyes on you, and you jumped up to wrap him up in a hug again. George laughed, happy to hear your giggle when lifted you slightly off the floor. Your hands cupped his face, and you pulled him down to kiss you.

His lips tasted slightly salty, but neither of you cared. George leaned further down to kiss you properly, and your fingers curled into the fireproof top he was wearing. He could guess from the eagerness of your touch, your tongue swiping over the seam of your lips, and the impatient whines against his mouth, that you were up to no good right now. "Babe..." George said, breaking the kiss, chuckling at the pout on your face. "I have to be at the briefing in ten minutes," he said, caressing your face sweetly. "Ten minutes is just enough," you said, the wicked sparkle in your eyes making him succumb nearly right away. "George, you did so well. I just want to celebrate a little," you said, looking up at him through your lashes. "Only a little," you added, making him laugh once more. "I don't trust shit of what you're saying, but I'm giving you ten minutes," George said. You grinned up at him, pushing him back to sit on the sofa you were just seated on him.

You didn't hesitate to get to work, straddling his hips, and letting your fingers glide under the fireproof shirt he was wearing. Your lips connected again, and just the fact that you were getting it on in his driver's room, what you haven't done before till now, turned George on already. His hands glided from your shoulder blades to your waist to your lower back, and eventually they landed on your ass. His palms lifted the cute dress you were wearing, squeezing your skin and letting your hips roll down on his. You weaved your fingers into his strands, tugging on the roots of his hair. The low grunts he let out in response shot straight to your core, and you hummed back against his mouth. George felt your teeth playfully biting into his lower lip, and he cursed under his breath as he watched the teasing look on your face when he opened his eyes again. George felt your fingertips wandering over his abdomen, feeling the defined v-lines on his hips. You zipped his overall further down, glad he was already half stripped off.

The fireproof leggings he was wearing under it was no match, and you easily moved it out of the way. Your eyebrow rose as he was almost fully hard already, a grin curling your lips when you look down at him. The look on his face was cocky, and his arms rested on the sofa. "What? I just can't resist you, baby," George said, shameless, not afraid to admit that the slightest thing you did just turned him on. You move to sit on your knees between his legs, feeling the coil in your lower abdomen tighten at the sight of his erection, the tip slightly leaking with pre-cum already. You spread it over the head of his cock, and you licked a bold stripe up his shaft. George twitched slightly in response, the sweet feeling relaxing his posture when you repeated the action. You loved seeing him like this, and you kept your eyes fixed on him while you took more of him into your mouth. You watched the way his eyebrows furrowed together, making you swirl your tongue over the crown of his cock. Remembering you had only a couple of minutes, you quickly worked your magic on him.

George's abdomen tensed when you wetted your palm, making sure your hand was lubricated enough to work him over. You whimpered at the heavy feeling of him on your tongue, but you sucked your cheeks in soon enough, sliding your lips towards the base of his shaft as far as you could. George moaned when your tongue pressed against the thick vein on the under side of his cock, and the head nearly touched the back of your throat. His hand reached to get your hair into a make-shift ponytail, keeping your hair out of your face while you sucked him off so heavenly. Your movements quickened, your hand aiding your mouth while you kept swirling your tongue over the sensitive spots that made him buck his hips upwards. "F-fuck, that's it, baby," George praised, and you sensed he was close from the way he was throbbing on your tongue. Your throat felt slightly sore, but you took him as far as you could, keeping the pressure of your tongue on his cock.

The tightening grip on your hair showed you that he was about to cum, and you didn't pull back when he spilled the white ribbons into your throat. You controlled your gagrelfex, and dragged your lips back up to his tip, making sure to keep your mouth around him and prevent anything from spilling and creating stains on either clothes or the sofa. His cock was still in your mouth when someone knocked on the door, making him look down at you with a soft grunt. "Almost ready, just getting dressed!" George said, nearly moaning out loud again when you swallowed around him. He cupped your face to finally make you pull away from him, and you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. "You're insane," he whispered, leaning down to kiss your lips, not really caring that you just sucked him off. You giggled, and you got up from the ground, rinsing your mouth with a couple sips of water. George quickly got into some team wear and he had to leave to the briefing next. "I'll see you after the briefing, alright?" George said while you two got onto the hallway.

"Of course, I will wait in the cafeteria," you said, looking up at him when his hand moved from your waist. "Oh, George? Congratulations on your points," you said, the sultry look in your eyes making his jaw clench. "You're in for a long night, darling," George grinned, poking your side before kissing your cheek and making his way out.