REQUESTS CLOSED Formula 1 One Shots III

[6 & 9 & 18] - [Mick Schumacher]

A/N: for brooklyn_baby3 (I adjusted dialogue 9 a little to make it fit better into the story)

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6. "Your hands are so cold". &
9. "Just come a little closer to me... woah! Would you look at that, we're under the mistletoe, what a complete and utter coincidence".
& 18. "There's something about Christmas morning sex, don't you think?".

Celebrating Christmas with Mick for the first time since your relationship started had to be the most amazing thing ever. He had surprized you with a trip to a cute mountain apartment in the Alpes, snow covering the mountains and the schedule absolutely empty except for spending time together on the couch, having a coffee during sunrise on the heated balcony and preparing Christmas dinner. You and Mick arrived at the apartment on Christmas eve and were wrapped up on the couch together until you went to bed. The soft bed and pillow and his arms wrapped around you were enough to make you doze off right away. And it seemed that you were still enjoying the deep slumber, while Mick was awake already. He turned towards you, facing you as your head was still turned to him, your hair was wrapped up in a messy bun, one of his shirts forming your pyjamas for the nights and you couldn't look more cute and cozy to him than at that moment.

Mick pulled his side of the duvet over his upperarms, realizing his skin was cold as he had kept his arms over the sheets the whole night. He looked up at you again when you whimpered softly in your sleep, deep breaths slowly becoming more shallow as you started to wake up. Mick smiled at the sight, looking into your sleepy eyes. "Good morning, love". He hummed, his voice still thick with sleep that caused a shiver to run up your spine. "Good morning". You replied, your arms reaching out to wrap around his neck, making him curl his arms around your waist, his icy hands resting on your back. It made you gasp loudly and jerk your body towards him. "Mick, your hands are so cold". You complained, a breathy laugh following. "And you're so warm". Mick grinned, rubbing his cold fingertips up and down your spine. "Merry Christmas, babe". Mick said next, kissing your cheek to make you smile again. It obviously worked as you looked into your boyfriend's crystal eyes, his body warm against yours.

You lifted your face to press a kiss to his lips, but Mick leaned forward for more than one. The kiss was slow, his touch became hot and your heart sunk to the pit of your stomach in such a good way when his tongue swept over the seam of your lips to deepen the kiss. His weight pushed against your body and made you turn over to your back, him hovering over you. Mick felt the growing voracity rush through his veins, drunk on the taste of your lips and your tongue against his. You felt your lips sparkling when he started to trail his mouth down your jaw and to your neck, his hands roaming over your sides and riding up the material of your shirt. The rain of kisses was interupted when you lifted your arms over your head and he tugged your shirt away, dropping it somewhere on the floor. His lips were sizzling on your skin when he continued his path down the curve of your neck, leaving gentle love bites that would soon blossom up in a lavender purple on your skin.

His lips on just your neck were maddening, his tongue licking your pulse slowly made you feel frenzied and your thighs squeezed together. Mick's fingers spread over your ribs, over your sides to feel every bit of your bare body and his mouth was by now reaching the swell of your breasts. Your breath was rasping in your throat when his lips wrapped around your nipple, his tongue flattening against the hard pearl in a hankering way while his fingertips circled around the other. You let out a sigh when he kissed further down your stomach, the sheets pushed aside and his fingers hooked into your panties to drag them down your legs, with each inch he moved them away was followed with soft kisses from his mouth, all the way down to your ankles. You looked at each other with a dreamy smile as he got rid of your underwear and of his, then gliding his hands over your legs again till he reached the dip of your hips, pressing his lips to your bare skin and getting closer and closer to where you wanted him the most.

Mick was a giver and if he could give it to you real good, causing your head to fall back onto the pillows with the first bold lick of his tongue through your folds. His tongue swirled over your nub of nerve endings, taking it slow as the shimmers sparkled in your lower abdomen. Your lower back arched off the bed and your hips jerked towards him, your eyelids fluttering with the bliss of the early morning. Your hands had clenched the sheets tightly in your fists and you released it to curl your fingers into his hair instead. Mick hummed lowly when you tugged on the blond roots, his grasp on your hips tightening when you started to swivel and writhe beneath him. You whimpered loudly when he sucked your throbbing clit into his mouth again, then releasing it and you whined in dismay when his mouth didn't pleasure you anymore. Mick hovered over you, kissing you firmly and his tongue licked against yours, your legs eagerly curling around his waist. Mick leaned his forehead against your own, holding one of your thighs as he looked down at where your bodies were about to connect.

He thrusted into you swiftly, bottoming you out in the first thrust and drawing an earnest moan from your throat. Mick slowly started to rotate his hips, your clenching walls pulling him in deeper with each thrust forward. His pace was slow, lazy and everything you could have wanted on this Christmas morning. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your eyes closing and your toes curled at the luscious feeling that spread through your body. Mick watched your eyesbrows furrow together when he angled his thrust so the head of his cock would rake over the gathering of nerve endings inside of you. Your lips fell apart with the angelic sounds you let out, being this close to you fulfilling all of his desires. Mick kissed your neck softly, feeling your nails digging into his back and sliding down his shoulders to his forearms, holding him there as he continued to thrust into you. It was hot, loving, raw and your heart skipped a beat in your chest when you looked up at him through hazed eyes, watching him looking back down at you with that gaze in your eyes that made you fall in love with him over and over again.

Mick had that blissed out expression on his face, his features relaxed and his teeth digging into his lower lip. He was chasing both of your orgasms, causing him to slightly quicken his pace and it made you feel like you lost all of your breath, a cry of his name falling from your lips when you came. Your walls were heavily clenching around him and he couldn't hold it much longer, spilling inside of you and prolonging your own high. He wasn't out of breath, but his chest heaved slightly up and down against yours, his cheeks blossoming a soft shade of red and his blond strands peaked everywhere, causing you to giggle. Mick's eyes lifted to yours and he grinned, ruffling his hair a little. He kissed your lips softly next. "There's something about Christmas morning sex, don't you think?". Mick said, twirling a strand of your hair around your fingers. "Christmas love...". You muttered. "I'll get you a towel". Mick hummed, kissing your lips once more before getting up from the bed and moving to the bathroom to get you a cloth to clean your thighs.

You gladly took it from him before getting up as well and moving to get some clean underwear. "Are you going to shower?". He asked and you nodded. "Me too". Mick grinned, making you chuckle and shake your head. Mick stepped into the bathroom first, stopping you abruptly that made you throw him a weird look. "Just come a little closer to me... woah! Would you look at that, we're under the mistletoe, what a complete and utter coincidence!". You looked up to see a mistletoe hanging there, which he must have done when he went to the bathroom before. You giggled at his sparkling eyes, leaning up to kiss him nevertheless. "I'm so happy to spend this Christmas with you". You said. "Me too". Mick replied. "I love you so much". He kissed you some more, before you could get into the shower, where he gladly showed you again how much he loves it.