REQUESTS CLOSED Formula 1 One Shots III

After Imola - [George Russell]

A/N: for Littlemissunnoticed

TAGLIST: LandoNorris justanf1fan slxtherins_prinxess marxssell f1_girl97 DannyRicFan06 f1ismylifelol

WORDCOUNT: 1621

WARNINGS: NSFW

REQUEST: George is incredibly mad at himself after Imola and while he is on the plane back home, he saw another driver commenting on your instagram post of this morning and it didn't make it better.

If there hadn't been any cameras around, George had the urge to cry, really hard. Not from sadness, but because of anger. He had no words to describe his spin and crash and after he had such delightful news that he was going to be driving for Williams next year and he wanted to do his absolute best to show that he was worthy of the seat. And now he felt like he ruined everything. Everyone at the team was working so hard and he felt like it wasn't paying off to them either. George had seen your texts on the screen of his phone, all of them sweet and reminding him that you were proud of him no matter what and that good things will come to him, because he has been nothing but amazing. Nevertheless, the words didn't calm his frustration, no matter how sweet and loving they were. He had been quiet during the post race debriefs and he honestly couldn't wait to get in the plane back home. He had packed his bags already this morning, so it would be easy to leave the circuit and get back home in one day. He wasn't even sure if he wanted to face you at this point, knowing you were waiting in your shared apartment in London.

George's car was parked at London Heathrow and he took it onto the road, his fingers tightly around the steering wheel. The moment kept replaying in his head and it made him feel more stupid everytime. He had calmed down but his frustration returned with each second that passed. George turned his car onto the porch of the aparment, seeing the lights were on. He took his luggage from the car and he opened the back door to get in, dumping his trolley and his bag there before kicking off his shoes. George quietly walked into the kitchen and you looked up at him as you were seated at the kitchen island. "Hey". You softly said. "Hey". He replied without much emotion. "I made you some tea". You said. "I don't want any, thanks". George muttered. "I'm just going to take a shower and unpack". George said without looking at you as he turned around to get upstairs. "George...". You sighed, slipping off the bar stool to walk after him. "George, wait". You said as you followed him into the bedroom. He nearly tore his shirt when he ripped it off his body. "I don't want to talk about it". He grumbled. "And I don't you to be like this the whole evening. I missed you". You said, stepping closer to him.

George looked down at you, the hard look in his eyes slightly softened when he saw the pout on your lips. "I saw Lando commented on your instagram". He said, in all seriousness that you thought he was joking. You thought he'd start talking about the race, but aparently a second thing was bothering him. You let out a laugh. "I haven't checked the comments yet". You shrugged, taking his shirt and folding it neatly. "Well, I had a shit day and then on the way home I see that some other driver flirts with my girlfriend". George said. "Can you just drop that mood? It's really not the evening I imagined". You said, crossing your arms over your chest and he took a step closer, towering over you while you were both looking at each other in a stubborn, annoyed way. George's hand reached up to carress your face, his fingers moving to the back of your neck and into your hair, pulling your head a little backwards so he could lean down and kiss you. You were surprised by the firm kiss, his lips kissing yours in a hard way and his tongue slipped through your lips, finding your own. You felt the warm spreading in your chest that he was finally affectionate now, content with his attention and his hands that rested on your lower back to pull you even closer.

George seemed to be eager and he moved your shirt over your head, barely time to break the kiss. His fingers dug harder into your skin before he lifted you up easily and let you down on the bed. "George...". You started, about to tell him you had all night to love each other. "Don't". He replied and it made you purse your lips together while his fingers hooked into your leggings, drawing them down your legs and throwing them on the floor. You felt breathless when he pinned your arms above your head, his face close to yours and you could feel his hot breath fanning over your face. George kissed you once more, but his lips soon descended to your neck, leaving his marks of lavender love bites to blossom on the surface of your skin. It had you withering beneath him, because he was usually gentle and he wanted to savour everything, yet now his fingers were rushing over your skin, his kisses firm and dedicated and he was even a little dominant. It aroused you nevertheless, making your back arch off the mattress when he kissed down your stomach, his fingers reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra. You gasped when he teased the hard pearl of your nipples and it caused the goosebumps to rise upon your limbs.

Your panties were nearly ripped off and it made you scoff at him, a boyish grin showing up on his face in response and it made you feel relieve that he could smile at least a little bit. "Oh!". You exclaimed when he wetted his thumb and suddenly circled it over your nub of nerve endings, watching you clench and unclench around nothing, your thighs fighting the urge to press together. You hummed in response to the sweet stimulation that made your toes curl and you shivered slightly when he wetted his fingers as well and two of his digits traces around your entrance. Your eyelids fluttered when he pushed past your entrance, curling them up at the right spot and making your lips part with a soft moan. "That's right, love". George muttered, watching you fall apart underneath him as he continued to pleasure you with his fingers, setting a quick pace while he kept stimulation your bundle of nerves, pinching it between his digits and hearing you moan and whimper in response. Your walls were getting wetter with each move that led closer to your orgasm, however he didn't let you come yet. No words of comfort were offered when you whined that he stopped the delicious pleasure.

George licked his fingers clean before he reached for the drawer of the nightstand, getting a condom and ripping the packaging so he could roll the latex piece of protection down his erected length. He cursed under his breath when he aligned himself with your entrance and then pushed in. He bottomed you out in the first thrust and he briefly let you adjust to him before he set a pace. It took your breath away and you let your head rest back on the pillows, your hands finding his arms to hold on to, but he still didn't want you to touch him. George took your wrists and pinned them over your head again, causing your chest to jut out towards him and the angle of his thrusts went deeper. You curled your fingers into the material of the pillow case, your knuckles turning white meanwhile. A sheen layer of sweat showed up on his forehead, his muscles were bulging up under his skin and he looked so hot, so beautiful, that a part of you thanked his frustrated mood that resulted in this. Your walls nearly became overstimulated as the head of his cock grazed over the gathering of nerve endings inside of you. "Oh my god, George". You whimpered, your eyes rolling back.

"Say my name, darling". He gritted through his teeth and with a cry of his name you reached the high your body had craved, causing your legs to tremble around you. George followed you in the state of pleasure, feeling his body relax and he let out a huff of air. He let go of your wrists, his hand reaching to caress your face as he leaned his forehead against your. "I'm sorry". He spoke up. "For the way I acted when I came home". He continued. "It's okay". You replied, your fingers moving through his hair. "But I can't believe a comment of Lando made you feel so jealous". You giggled and his eyes widened. "I wasn't jealous!". George said. "Sure". You mused, making him scoff, but with a grin. "Do you want to talk about your race?". You asked next, feeling him pepper soft kisses to your shoulder. "I'm not sure". He hummed. "I can make some new tea and we'll get in front of the TV and see if you feel like talking about it later?". You suggested and he nodded. "You're the best". He smiled and kissed your lips before he got off of you. "I'll finally take that shower". He laughed and you got dressed again. "I love you". George said before you could head downstairs, a concerned look in his eyes told you he thought it was necessary to let you know again.

"I love you too, George".