Formula 1 - Oneshots

Bliss - Daniel Ricciardo

a/n sorry this is so short and shit but plz cope with me, I am trying my hardest here. I hope this is up to your standards <3

OK A LOT OF SMUT

NSFW WARNING

18+

DARK FANTASY OF AN ANONYMOUS READER

THANKS FOR THE REQUEST 

Warnings: smut! unprotected sex, etc

The imprints of wet socks on the linoleum of the hospitality suite could have been disgusting if you didn't know for sure what had caused them. Following them, you made sure to stick your index finger on your lips, prompting anyone who crossed your way to stay silent and not make a big fuss of your presence between the McLaren walls.

Daniel had no idea you were here. You had taken the first plane from Perth following Friday's results, when you had seen your man drive his big heart out and making sure he had stated, in the press conferences, that he was hungry for a win. You knew Italy had a special place in his heart, having family from the country sure helped, and you knew it had been way too long since you had been able to see him in the flesh. As much as it weighed on your heart and soul to be away from Dan for so long, you knew your absence at his sides was just as heavy on him. For someone as loud and energetic as Daniel, you knew him to be a big softy and an incredible lover to share your life with. Daniel loved Love, and he sure as hell loved you. Not being able to touch you, hug you, kiss you in more than six months had been a challenge and even though the Facetime sessions had been numerous, it wasn't the same thing as just being there with him.

You had watched the race from the stands, having been granted a pass by Zak Brown himself in a desperate attempt to not make it known you were there. Zak had been so helpful; you couldn't have been more grateful for the man. You knew he had only good things to say about Daniel and having you there meant giving Daniel a second breath. But that would be after the race, so you didn't disturb his preparation.

When Daniel had emerged from the start as first, you had screamed so loudly you had broken your voice a little. And you had cheered for your man quite a lot in the few hours this Grand Prix took. Your voice was well and truly gone, a good sign that you had been ecstatic and proud, as much as you could have been. Watching Daniel beaming from the top step of that podium was just a dream come true. You hadn't been in the picture back when Dan got his last win and you hadn't been able to be there for his last podiums with Renault, but this was more than your heart could take. If you stopped for a little while, you were sure you could feel that it had burst into your chest, leaving little green, white and red confetti as the last remnants of it. But as much as you had loved watching your man getting what he fully and rightfully deserved, you couldn't wait to see his shocked face when he'd realize you were here.

It wasn't hard to find Daniel back. You only had to follow the wet socks stamps all over the place. You knew him well and knew that he would wait the last second to get shoes back on. Being barefooted meant he had had to take his shoes off for the traditional Aussie celebration of a shoey. Putting shoes back on meant leaving that moment in the past and with how much you saw him struggle the last few months, you knew he wanted to enjoy this feeling as much as he could and soak in it for as long as he could – and soak in his disgusting bubbling wine-drenched socks, then.

His booming laugh echoed in the hallway before you got to see his face and your heart warmed a little. It was a stark contrast to the doubtful Dan you had last seen on your screen about five days ago, when the troubles with his car and with his adaptation to the new team had weighed on his shoulders a tad too much. You hated seeing him with sagging shoulders, with a bent back and with a head focused on the ground. You had tried to put as much motivation into him as you could and hearing his signature thundering chuckles was enough to reassure you that your Dan was still there.