cutie😍😍
all fun and games untill caitlin clark starts pouting
her “HIIIII” is too damn cute
warnings ; cheating, paige x gfs bestfriend, smut, oral (reader & p receiving)
you hated her. the way she treated your best friend, her stupid smirk, you hated the way she would ghost your best friend for days, you hated the way you had to comfort your best friend in wake of whatever girl paige was cheating with. you hate how good paige looked in her nike techs or after a grueling practice, you hated the way a ping on jealously came in you chest when you had to third wheel them, most of all you hated how good she could make you feel.
you knew how wrong it was yet you could never figure out how to say no, or even want too. you never felt guilty during or even the following day after, it only ever hit when you had to comfort her, while she’s crying on your shoulder unbeknownst to the fact that her girlfriend is texting you asking to meet up.
“it’s like every time i think we’re okay i just find something else out.” she cries, tears running down your shoulder. “i’m not ready to leave her but i don’t know how much more i can take.” her open mouth sobs breaking your heart while creating a warm spot on your shoulder from heavy heaving.
“she doesn’t deserve you babe, you need to know your worth because it’s so much more than her.” as guilty as you feel, you tuck her head farther into your shoulder so you can safely check your apple watch.
paige b. ; can you meet at my place in 20?
simply liking her message in response you know you have to think of something fast.
“babe, i wanna stay but remember i have that test for my human science class in 20 minutes, but i can come back after.” you pull away pouting. “do you have to go?” she cries harder to which you nod “i’m sorry, but i can come back later and i’ll bring some snacks, we can catch up on some love island.” you propose. “okay.” and with a hug, some encouraging words to her and a goodbye you’re out the door.
to paige b. ; i’ll be there in 10
it doesn’t take long for you to sneak your way up to her apartment, softly knocking. while paige did have ice as a roomate you didn’t have to worry, her and the small circle of paige’s close friends kept it quiet about your twos affair. sometime receiving a judgmental glare or two from all but kk but nothing you can’t ignore.
“need you so bad.” paige quickly opens the door, pulling you in before you can even get a greeting out. she leans down, closing the door behind you while simultaneously pressing her lips to yours. the kiss is hot and needy as one of her big hands finds your jaw, the other finding your left tit.
“did she say anything to you?” paige manages to get out before kissing you again, hands finding your hips and pulling you towards her bedroom. “just the normal, mmm.” her hand grabs your ass. “normal stuff about you cheating- and she doesn’t know- how much more she’ll take.” you muffle out in between kisses.
you squeal as paige tosses you on the bed, crawling on top like some kind of predator hunting it’s prey.
“gonna fuck you so good baby.” she pulls her shirt over her head, leaving her in gray sweats and black sports bra. her face goes to your neck, licking and sucking all on the skin leaving hickeys. you normally don’t let her but her hands feel like a drug roaming all over you. “let me get all this off baby.” and off went your shirt, bra and shorts leaving you in just your panties.
“so fucking sexy.” she mumbles, taking a second to admire you before laying to the right of you, leaning down to suck your nipple, her other hand reaching down between your legs and into your panties, rubbing your clit. one of your arms wrapping around the back of her neck, pulling her closer and the other rubbing her arm that’s playing with your pussy. “feels so fucking good, paige.” your moans over coming the room.
“oh yeah? i bet i could make you feel even better, princess.” she her smirk you hate so fucking much making an appearance. “please paige, make me feel good.” you hated how you already knew she wanted you to beg for it. “if you insist, princess.” you whine as her hand leaves your pussy to pull your panties down your legs but all is worth it once you feel her breath against your hot pussy. “tell me baby, what else did she tell you.” god, you hated when she did that. you knew paige got off on cheating. she got some weird exotic pleasure out of the fact that you were her girlfriends best friend and here you were, shoving your pussy in her face. you sometimes wonder if paige would even be into if you weren’t her girlfriend best friend.
“she said you cheated with some girl on the cheer team.” you suck in a breath as her tongue licks your clit. “keep talking baby.” she encourages, spitting on your pussy and licking it up. “it’s the s-same girl from last, oh fuck, uhm new years she thinks you got with.” you cry out, as much as you hated to admit this part, paige ate pussy like a pro. “yeah, what’d you say baby?” she inserts two finger, sitting up a little bit. “you comfort her, tell her how she doesn’t deserve to be treated like this.” her slowly curls her two fingers up. “huh baby? is that what you did pretty girl? ” she crawls up, two fingers still deep in you, using her one hand to hold her above you, her face right above yours.
“or, did you tell her the truth?” her fingers start moving a bit. “did you tell her what a fucking slut you are? hmm, what a whore you are for me?” you whine out at her words. “hmm pretty girl, did you know that? that you’re a fucking slut, what kind of girl does that, huh?” her pace picks up with every word, your pussy getting wrecked by her long fingers. “you act like such a good friend, pretending so good for me baby, but you’re a slut.” at this point, you’re not sure if you’re crying at her words or the third finger she’s added.
“can you imagine if she found out baby? what do you think she do? how would she feel.” her fingers aren’t slowing down as you feel a tightening in your tummy. “look at you, dirty girl. you act like you feel guilty but i know you’re not. you fucking love fucking me.” your orgasm hits hard at her words, juices squirting out of you but her fingers don’t stop.
“paige, fuck stop it.” you whine trying to push her hand away, “no, listen she’s talking to me.” she refers to the obscene noises your pussy is making, all wet and squishy, the sound of her fingers pounding adding more. “paigeee.” you cry out, sitting up. “okay okay.” her cruel smile looking down at you. “my turn.” paige gets up and strips out the rest of her clothes, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“c’mere baby.” she reaches back, holding a hand out to help you get up. you land on the floor on your knees in between her thighs. “gonna make mommy feel good, huh pretty girl?” one of her hands grabs a fist full of your hair, the other softly caressing your face. “yeah mommy.” you stare up at her, almost starstruck and reminding her of a little puppy. “go ahead pup, make mommy feel good.” she opens your mouth forcefully, spitting in it, the soft tone in her voice not matching her actions. her hand in your hair shoves you forward, shoving your face in her hot, wet pussy.
“fuck, baby so good.” she moans out, closing her eyes as you suck her clit, you can’t help but notice how good she looks. her glasses on, her signature braid ponytail combo and you fucking it, how good she looks, sounds and tastes.
both of your arms rest on her lap as you sit up off your butt a little bit, trying to get a bit closer with her movement as she continuously pushes your head up and down. “you do this so much better than her, better than anyone, shit baby, don’t stop.” she moans out, humping against your face.
you moan into her pussy, the loud smacking of your lips against her clit and her moans now filling the room. “i’m gonna cum princess, fuck come on baby, make mommy cum. you always take mommy’s cum so good.” she throws her head back, her dirty talk turning you on even more. 
it doesn’t take long before her fast humping turns into a slow grind and the juices start to flow, her hand still dragging your face up and down her pussy, making you lick it up.
she pulls you up and straddles you on her lap, pulling you into a hot kiss. your tongues are swirling, both of your juices mixing together in each other’s mouths.  her large hands find your ass as she lays back while you stay still straddling her. 
“the was amazing as always.” she breaths out, smacking your ass before rubbing it. “mm what’re you gonna do for the rest of the day?” her eyes close, sleepy voice coming on but she keeps massaging your ass. “i have to go back to her place, make sure she’s okay i told her i had a test and id be back after.” you sigh, thinking about her.
“i meant it when i said you’re better than her, or anyone else.” while her voice is calm it has a serious under tone too it. “you’re so much better than anyone.” she praises.
“yeah whatever you probably say that to anyone.” you snark. “i’m being serious baby, whenever you’re done playing best friend, i’d like to give us a chance.” she sits up.
she always does this, after you guys fuck she tries to sweet talk you but after you leave you don’t hear from her until they’re fighting again.
“you wouldn’t leave her and i don’t want you too anyways, she’s my best friend. even if you guys did break up there’s no way i would ever date you after the things she’s told me.” you sass, making her laugh. “what? i’m being serious, paige.”
“don’t listen to what your homegirl said, you’re too good it might be different for you.” she chuckles before smacking your ass again, laying back. “wanna order some food and watch something before you go?” another thing you hated, she always wanted to lay up and do couple stuff after sex. you check the time on your phone, “yeah i have like an hour.” you weren’t sure if you hated the offer or the fact that you never could say no to her.
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THIS IS SO MID IM SORRY BUT I CANT LET IT SIT IN DRAFTS. lmk if y’all want a pt 2😭
Hey girl
So I got inspired by the whole Bella Hadid and Prince of Qatar thing. What if driver!reader is the one the Prince has a crush on and the other drivers become overprotectiv???
Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!
-xoxo babygirl 💕
It was a strange feeling to be the center of attention, especially when the attention came from one of the wealthiest and most powerful men in the world. Yn was used to the spotlight—after all, she was a Formula 1 driver for Red Bull, an extremely talented one at that. But this… this was different. It wasn’t just the press or the fans; it was him. The Prince of Qatar.
It had all started innocently enough. She’d arrived in Qatar two weeks ahead of the GP for a promotional event, and as a result, she’d spent more time than usual with the prince. He was charming, kind, and nothing short of a gentleman. They’d spent evenings talking about everything from racing to their favorite films, and his interest in her was genuine. Or at least, that’s what Yn had thought at first.
But the internet had other ideas. Rumors began to swirl—first as whispers, then as headlines. The two were seen together so frequently that fans started speculating. Were they dating? Was the prince falling for her? The rumors only got louder when someone snapped a picture of the two of them laughing together in a private conversation.
And then, it happened. A report surfaced suggesting that the prince might be interested in marrying Yn. The internet went into overdrive. Fans, tabloids, and gossip outlets all had a field day, creating hashtags, memes, and theories. It didn’t help that Yn had once posted a picture of her hand next to his, joking about "a future championship ring" and how “it’s the only ring I’d ever need.”
As the days passed, the drivers all started noticing the online buzz. And they weren't having it.
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Charles was the first to notice.
It was late at night, and he was scrolling through his phone in his hotel room when a post about Yn and the prince came up. He immediately clicked on it, thinking it was just another rumor. But as he scrolled through the pictures of Yn and the prince, looking so natural together, he felt a knot in his stomach.
“What is this?” Charles muttered to himself. “This is going too far.”
He kept scrolling, getting increasingly frustrated as each article came up with more speculation. Finally, he tossed his phone onto the bed and let out a deep sigh. He had to do something.
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George was, unsurprisingly, not far behind.
The next morning, at breakfast, he slid into the seat next to Charles, who was already staring at his phone. He raised an eyebrow.
“You know about the rumors, right?” George asked.
Charles nodded, his brow furrowed.
“It’s getting out of hand.”
“I know,” George replied, now looking serious. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while. And I’ve come to a conclusion.”
Charles turned to him, confused. “What do you mean?”
George pulled out his laptop, opened a PowerPoint presentation, and turned it toward Charles. On the first slide was the title: "Why Yn Shouldn’t Become a Princess."
“George, are you seriously making a PowerPoint about this?” Charles asked incredulously.
George nodded, scrolling through the slides. “I’ve got points, Charles.”
The first slide was about the prince’s wealth and the pressure of becoming a royal. “The prince might have power, but would Yn be happy in that world?” George said, pointing at the next slide.
Charles groaned, burying his face in his hands. “You’re joking, right?”
“No, seriously,” George continued. “Number two: the media pressure. She won’t have any privacy. She’ll be constantly hounded, and it could affect her career. Imagine the headlines every time she races. ‘Princess of F1.’”
Charles rubbed his temples. “You’re insane.”
But George wasn’t done yet. He was already on the third slide: “Formula 1 Comes First”. “And lastly, we all know that racing is her first love. The prince can’t compete with that.”
Charles gave up, laughing despite himself. “Alright, alright, I get it. But maybe just... stop making PowerPoints, yeah?”
George shrugged, undeterred. “No promises.”
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Meanwhile, Carlos and Max were taking a more direct approach.
“Max, we need to talk.” Carlos said as he walked into Max’s hotel room, closing the door behind him.
Max was leaning against the window, eyes narrowed, watching the hustle of the city below.
“About Yn and the prince?” Max said without turning around.
Carlos nodded. “I think we need to keep an eye on her.”
Max raised an eyebrow. “You think so?”
“I mean, it’s not just the prince. It’s everything. The media. The fans. It’s all happening so fast. We need to protect her.”
Max finally turned, his usual nonchalance replaced with a rare seriousness. “You want us to act like bodyguards?”
Carlos nodded. “Basically.”
Max exhaled, then shrugged. “Fine. But only because we have to.”
And so, the next day, both Max and Carlos found themselves trailing Yn from a distance, keeping an eye on her as she went about her day. To anyone else, they looked like two guys casually hanging out. But in reality, they were her silent bodyguards, watching her every move without saying a word.
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Lando, on the other hand, couldn’t help himself.
He had been spending more time with Yn recently, so he decided to confront her directly. He caught up with her after a practice session at the track.
“Hey, Yn.” Lando said, his eyes wide with curiosity. “What’s going on with you and the prince?”
Yn smirked, leaning against a wall as she wiped the sweat off her brow. “Oh, nothing. We’re just friends.”
“Just friends?” Lando repeated, raising an eyebrow. “You guys have been all over the news. There’s even talk about marriage.”
Yn chuckled. “Lando, come on. People love to make stuff up. We’re just friends.”
“But why are you hanging out with him so much?” Lando asked, his eyes narrowing in on her.
Yn laughed again. “You’re just jealous that I get to hang out with a prince, aren’t you?”
Lando threw his hands up in defeat. “I’m not jealous. I’m just... concerned.”
Yn patted him on the shoulder, her smile wide. “I’ll be fine, Lando. I promise.”
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Finally, Lewis had his turn.
After hearing about the situation from the others, he decided it was time to have a quiet, heart-to-heart conversation with Yn. He found her by the pool, her legs dipped into the water, enjoying the rare moments of calm before the chaos of race weekend.
“Hey, Yn. Can we talk?” Lewis said, taking a seat beside her.
Yn turned to him, her expression softening. “Of course, Lewis. What’s up?”
“I just want to make sure you’re okay.” Lewis said, looking at her with concern. “All this attention... it’s a lot. And I know it’s coming from everywhere. You’ve got a lot of people worried about you.”
Yn smiled gently. “I’m fine, Lewis. Seriously. I’m not letting any of this get to me. I know what I want, and I’m not going to let anyone else dictate that.”
Lewis nodded, his face softening. “Just... take care of yourself, yeah? And if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here.”
Yn leaned over and gave him a playful nudge. “Thanks, Lewis. You’re a good friend.”
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Race weekend finally arrived, and the tension among the drivers was palpable. The rumors about Yn and the prince still lingered, but the drivers had all done their best to protect her in their own ways.
As they all gathered in the paddock before the race, Yn finally stood up and addressed them all.
“Alright, alright, I’ve had enough of this.” Yn said, raising her hands in surrender. “The prince and I are just friends. That’s it.”
The drivers exchanged glances, some of them sighing in relief, others looking a bit embarrassed for their overprotectiveness.
“That’s all?” Lando asked, still skeptical.
Yn grinned. “That’s all. Now, can we focus on the race? I have a championship to win, remember?”
The drivers let out a collective sigh, and Charles clapped his hands together. “Alright, alright, let’s get back to business then.”
As they walked to the grid, the rumors faded into the background, and the only thing that mattered was the race ahead. But as Yn smiled to herself, she couldn’t help but appreciate the way her teammates cared for her. In the end, she knew they’d always have her back—no matter what the internet said.
And that, she thought, was all that really mattered.
stfu. give me one. (with her ofc)
Me, getting distracted for a moment in just in smut and now I don't know what position they are in:
I'm going to tweak.
i cant rn🤭🤭
Sweet little baby. 🥺🥺
🥲.
he knows what he's doing