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George Russell and some angst
Oscar Piastri - The underrated prodigy
Now that Oscar is leading the championship, I think about how people seem almost surprised at his success in F1. How people seem to think that he came out of nowhere. When speaking about the golden children in F1 we talk about Leclerc in Ferrari destined to bring back glory to Maranello. About George Russell, who fought his way to a spot in the top team, who had to contend against the 7 time world champion, and managed to beat him. About Lando Norris, who stuck with Mclaren through everything, who was spoken of as their savior that would bring the team back to the top, consistently beating his team mates. The talk has been about who, of these three, would take the title first? And now, it looks like it might be none of them, but instead a young new talent, Oscar Piastri. Piastri, whose junior career trumps every driver that has ever been in the sport by winning not only F3 and F2 both in his rookie season, equaling Russell and Leclerc, but also winning FRECA the previous year, making it three rookie titles in three years. Piastri, whose manager is 9 time GP winner Mark Webber, a driver whose vengeance still drives him, making sure that his chosen successor wont make the same mistakes as he did. Piastri whose entrance in to the sport is the most memorable in a while, with two teams fighting over who would get him. And all of this is just the beginning, because the moment Oscar came to f1 you could see that he had talent. But, not only talent. Also, an uncanny ability to work on every problem he encountered. After the first year, he struggled with tyre management. In his second year, any tyre problems were gone. Last year he struggled with his qualifying. This year he has been one of the best qualifiers, taking two poles only 5 races in. And, after 5 races, where he has won 3, he leads the championship. Every year he keeps improving. He is not even in his prime yet, and he is beating everyone. The other drivers should be scared of this. Oscar might not be the most outspoken or charismatic driver off the track, but when he is in that car he can perform like no other. His quiet and calm demeanor, which makes people not see him as a real threat, works in his favor in the car. I can’t help but think about what Webber once said about Oscar… “I only knew I wasn’t good enough to win championships when I met Oscar [...] he reminds me of Schumacher”. It is only now that people start to realize who the real threat is, but those of us who have been paying attention aren’t surprised, not in the least…
This creature reminded me of last race George for some reason
Aaaaaand one more! Everyone finished!
Well let's begin this
Upd. OH MY GOD, NICO I'M SO SORRY
The voice of Sky Sports F1 and Formula 1, David Croft, said that Russell lied about Max shouting at the judges in Qatar.
According to David, Max behaved absolutely calmly.
BRITISH FRIENDLY FIRE ALARM, BRITISH FRIENDLY FIRE ALARM 🚨🚨🚨
Max saw his penalty of one position and decided that he would be everyone's problem today. George was given the pole position? Nuh uh. Yellow flag? Well it's time for a penalty for Lando. Battle between Ferrari and McLaren in Constructors' championship? Fuck you all, podium is still mine. Charles and Oscar around for me to maxplain? NOW I'm happy!
Just look at him being so proud of being a FUCKING MENACE
It doesn't look like 4 centimeters. BOYS, IT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE 4 CENTIMETERS, BOYS—
RUSSEL IS IN Q3!!!!
ON MEDIUMS!!!!
I MET GEORGE RUSSELL TODAY OMGGG!!!! I SAID HI TO HIM AND HE WAVED BACK!!!!
MERCEDES 1 2???!! WHAATTTT
An era is about to begin that no one is ready for
What if you're BAHRAIN GEORGE driving on 16 LAP OLD SOFTS , no TRANSPONDER, no STEERING WHEEL, DRS opening when you try to use the RADIO. and there's a mclaren up your ass.
george included fernando in his 2024 recap ❤ i love their friendship so much 🫂
Can’t wait for the yearly George and Fernando New Year’s party picture
＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*Start Of Something New˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊
Twinkle Towne (An F1 X High School Musical AU!)
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♥ pairing: george russell x fem!reader, platonic!rest of grid x reader
♥ synopsis: New years parties, chalets and karaoke... Is this the start of something new for up-and-coming driver George Russell and maths genius Y/N L/N?
♥ warnings: nada, no warnings here bbys
♥ a/n: tysm for all your amazing love, support and kindness on my work! all the likes and kind reblogs and convos I have with you all over asks mean so so much to me, and im glad people are enjoying my work! TT is a purely self indulgent fic, but I hope you'll grow to love her as much as I do! Enjoy the show!
You had always hated these FIA New Years parties, and this year was NO exception. Every year it was the same old chalet in the alps, with the same old music and the same old countdowns to the new year with a load of young drivers. You weren’t even a driver yourself, it just happened that your father, Sebastian Vettel, was like the it girl of driving, so you basically HAD to go to all these parties.
“Leibe, please, at least try and have some fun” your father begged you as he walked you down the hallway to the party for under 18’s. You huffed a little, and felt grateful you’d managed to smuggle a copy of your favourite book in that little baguette bag slung from your shoulder. “You never know, maybe you will meet someone at this party, I know Lew-” You cut your father off with a small laugh and smile “I’ll try Vati, but I’m not going to go about looking for one of your friend’s cute sons! I have to focus on school if I’m going to go to Princeton!” You cracked a glowy smile at your father and he laughed back, smoothing your hair down with his hands, before giving you a stern look. “Y/N, hand the book over.” You pouted, about to attempt a denial, but when Seb raised his eyebrow, you relented and handed your copy of ‘My Brilliant Friend’ over to your dad, as he kissed your forehead and headed off to the party.
Meanwhile, over at the karting track nearby, George was whizzing around in his coach Lewis’ old go-kart, with Lewis cheering him on from near where the pitwall usually was. “WHOO! GO RUSSELL! WHAT A LAP KIDDO!!” he claps as the younger boy pulled up to the finish line, detaching the steering wheel so he could jump out. As he ran and hi-fived his coach, a sharp cough filled the air. Valtteri, Lewis’ old teammate and the other man on this trip with them, was stood with his arms folded and a stern expression on his face. “Boys, it is New Years Eve, please can you stop training for one evening and go shower up?” He sighed, walking over to Lewis “Why are you all suited and booted, Bottas?” Lewis laughed, and Valterri gave the boys a little spin “The party, Lewis. George, there’s a kids party downstairs as well!” George scrunched his face up at the Finnish man, now with his blue helmet tucked under a lanky arm.”Young adult party” he corrected himself with a sigh, looking between both Lewis and George. “We didn’t fly all this way for you guys to race the whole time. We can do that at home.” Both the Mercedes boys hung their heads and nodded, walking off to their chalet to get cleaned up for parties they didn’t want to be at.
At the kids young adults party, cheesy pop music blared over the speakers as teens from all over the racing series played games, talked, laughed and ate. Esteban and Pierre were arguing over a foosball table, Yuki was eating every sandwich he could find, and Lando was DJing a load of karaoke over a headset and mic in his DJ merch. Kimi and Ollie, two Formula 2 drivers, had just finished up a duet of “I Wanna Dance With Somebody’ by Whitney Houston, as the crowd clapped. You ignored the roar of the music and laughed, sat on a couch, watching everything unfold in front of you, while pulling the blue cardigan your Vati had bought for you up over your shoulders, ready to make your escape. “Not bad for a couple of drivers, huh?” Lando hollered, messing with his lighting rig a little.
“Now, who’s gonna rock the house next next?” he asked, jumping up on a small box to scan the room better, as you struggled to think what to do, and he moved his light towards the doorway of the room. George quickly covered his face with his arm, yet felt himself dragged by another driver up to a small stage, and having a microphone thrust into his hands. You were dragged up too, a microphone flung at you, almost slipping out of your sweaty hands. How on earth could this happen to you!? Or this awfully attractive boy you’re now stood next toYou looked up at the taller man, both confused as each other, the sheen of teenage awkwardness covering both of your foreheads.
“Y’know, you guys might thank me for this later” Lando winks, to the reception of an unimpressed you and George. He slinks back behind the DJ rig and sighs “Or not…” and starts the track. You and the boy stare at each other as the opening piano notes play. You were more so staring at those beautiful blue eyes, connecting the freckles across his nose like constellations, looking at his perfectly formed cupids bow, when all of a sudden-
“Living in my own world
Didn't understand
That anything can happen
When you take a chance”
Oh boy, he has the face and voice of an angel. You made the decision quick and pulled the microphone to your lips ready for your part. There went nothing…
“I never believed in What I couldn't see
I never opened my heart (Oh)
To all the possibilities”
George felt his heart skip beats, the sound of his pulse rushing through his ears and the blood into his face. Thump-thump, thump-thump. Not only did this random girl he’d been pulled into some sort of karaoke fanfiction with LOOK like a princess, but she had the most beautiful voice and the confidence to actually sing with him. He had never believed in love at first sight, but he thought, perhaps love at first note could be real.
“I know that something has changed
Never felt this way, and right here tonight
This could be the start of something new
It feels so right to be here with you (oh)
And now looking in your eyes
I feel in my heart (feel in my heart)
The start of something new”
You loosed up a little, taking the claw clip out of your hair and letting it flow freely, framing your face and making George flush a baby pink in the cheeks.
Thump-thump, thump-thump
His pulse quickened as you moved closer, hips gently swaying to the sweet sound of your harmonies, and he tried to keep himself in check as the song progressed.
“Now who'd have ever thought that
We'd both be here tonight
And the world looks so much brighter
With you by my side
I know that something has changed
Never felt this way
I know it for real”
You just glowed as you sung, sort of enjoying the anonymity of no one in the room seeming to recognise you, despite your father’s name. And George could tell you glowed, he spent all your solo parts scanning your frame, to find not a single flaw in his eyes. You were some sort of fairytale princess, singing him these sweet siren songs and making him forget the stress of the track, of Coach Hamilton’s emphasis on the upcoming races, and of his entire career as a racer.
It was you. him, and the music.
“This could be the start of something new
It feels so right to be here with you (oh)
And now looking in your eyes
I feel in my heart
The start of something new”
And unbeknownst to him, you felt the same. No more swirling equations in your head, no more maths tests or Princeton or college entrance papers. Just this mysterious young man with the floppy curtains, slender frame, and glassiest blue eyes. And his voice, dulcet and warm, like ginger and honey tea on a winter’s morning. You pondered Lando’s words in your head:
“Y’know, you guys might thank me for this later”
And thought, maybe he was right. Maybe you would.
“I never knew that it could happen till it happened to me
I didn't know it before
But now it's easy to see
It's the start of something new
It feels so right to be here with you
And now looking in your eyes I feel in my heart
That it's the start of something new
It feels so right to be here with you
And now looking in your eyes I feel in my heart
The start of something new (The start of something new)
The start of something new”
The music faded out as you and George stood looking into each other's eyes, a cheer spreading across the room, accompanied by the sound of claps and hollers from the crowd of teens. He smiled, and ran his hand through his hair “George. And you?” You smile back, blinking softly and quietly responding “Y/N”
You both found yourself sat outside after a while, escaping the music an the dancing just before midnight, “You were AMAZING Y/N!” The Brit, as you had learned from the accent, enthused. “You gotta be a singer, surely?” You chuckle, and follow his lead, guided by his soft hands, to a balcony “Only church choir, and even then I almost fainted!” The Brit laughed, and blushed at the gentle grip of your hand, feeling the edge of your nail dig into his vein ever so slightly. “Well, you were amazing, Y/N” He chirps, standing with you, overlooking the snowy mountains to the tune of faded voices, and the low whirr of the ski lift in the distance.
As you both looked over the balcony, George turned and grabbed his phone out of his pocket, still talking as he did so “So, Y/N, I was wondering if I could get your numb-” He trailed off as he looked up, only to realise you had vanished while he was pulling his phone out. Not that you’d wanted to, of course. But you’d promised your father you’d be back in the cabin by midnight, so you’d slinked away while George was distracted, the thought of your new school year buzzing in your mind. Besides, it’s not like you’d see the handsome stranger again.
Right?
♡ GR63 Smut Headcanons
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♥ pairing: george russell x reader
♥ synopsis: smutty GR63 headcanons for the soul x
♥ warnings: smut, mommy kink George is back, brief pregnancy mentions
♥ a/n: a response to this request from my angel <3 I hope they live up to your expectations ml!
♡ George is such a switch. A good race result and all he wants is to fuck his pretty princess silly, but after a bad race, he just wants to have his girl tell him how much of a good boy he is
୨୧ whenever he’s feeling a little more on the dom side, he likes to cover your neck in little bruises and love bites
“All mine, darling” he sighs into the purple flesh of your neck, looking up into the mirror in front of you both, fingers tracing the bruises that litter your skin. “Like I’ve planted a flower garden here, all for you Princess”
♡ speaking of, G loves mirror sex, and not JUST to look at himself shirtless. He just likes to see how easily you fall apart for him
୨୧ but when he’s in subspace, boy is he the whiniest little boy. He’s so vocal about how desperate he is for you and your touch
♡ and it definitely gets him in trouble sometimes, especially if Lewis can hear it through the walls of the Mercedes driver rooms
‘G, man, the whole paddock can hear that shit.” Lewis groans, tossing his head back “Good to hear you and Y/N are so open to less conventional sex” George is sat with a bright red face, stuttering, which elicits a laugh from both Lewis and yourself
୨୧ he has a bit of a mommy kink, he just loves loves loves when you dote on his, hands roaming all over his body, looking after his needs
♡ he really REALLY wants to put a baby in you. He loves the feeling of finishing inside you, then using himself as lube for round two.
୨୧ as well as that, he loves going down on you after sex, after all, what sort of gentleman would he be if he didn’t clean you up?
♡ the second he finds out you’re pregnant, however, he puts a stop to any kinky rough sex for the foreseeable, he would be SUPER worried about hurting the baby
୨୧ he’s generally very careful during sex, always whispering little “is this okay, my love?” and “does it hurt, darling?”
♡ an aftercare GOD. this man has water in the fridge, towels being warmed and a hot bath running for you the second you’re both done with a post-sex cuddle
୨୧ and he loves your aftercare too, he enjoys that you look after him after a particularly intense bout in subspace
♡ G’s favourite thing about you is your legs, he could spend all day kissing up them, kissing your thighs and telling you what a goddess you are
୨୧ despite having a mommy kink’, he’d prefer sir to daddy
♡ Ties as bondages always turn him on୨୧ or as a gag, tied in a pretty bow at the back for his pretty girl, just to keep you hush-hush
You’re laughing, George swore and now Pirelli are going to execute him and you’re LAUGHING
Starting to accept the fact that maybe I’m a George Russell fan
I was supposed to be going to sleep but I’ve laughed myself back to full wakefulness.
Can I just say that some "fans" are just utterly disgusting. Some dumb fuck who not only broke a law I'm certain also invaded the privacy of GR so greatly I'm mind blown, I was scrolling on Tiktok when this piece of shit posted of video of GR at a urinal and then proceeds to talk about. I have reported the video but if you see it or anyone sharing the link please report ASAP can not believe in this day and age they can't even have this. Fucking disgusted
George doing absolutely nothing and still getting a podium... feels just like last year
Fashion Show X George Russell (Requested)
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Request: George Russell x Reader The Reader is a model and they meet at a fashion show and become the fashion couple of the grid.
The backstage chaos of a fashion show is a unique kind of madness stylists with scissors in their mouths, interns sprinting in heels, and makeup artists dabbing last-minute gloss on lips already trembling with nerves. I was used to it. I'd walked a dozen runways, been shot by the best, and worn gowns stitched in silence by names no one dared mispronounce.
But I wasn’t prepared for him.
George Russell, of all people, standing backstage in a perfectly tailored suit like he’d walked straight out of a GQ cover shoot which, to be fair, he probably had. He was chatting to someone from the design house, all polite smiles and blue-eyed charm. And then he looked at me.
Not just looked. He noticed.
I tried to play it cool. Adjusted the strap on my heel and glanced away like I hadn’t just felt my stomach flip.
“You’re Y/N, aren’t you?” he asked a few minutes later, after I’d strutted down the runway in a sleek black number that hugged all the right places. He was waiting by the refreshment table, holding a sparkling water and looking annoyingly relaxed for someone causing minor havoc in my chest.
“I am,” I said, reaching for a bottle myself. “And you’re George Russell. The driver with the perfect posture.”
He laughed, a proper, belly-deep one. “I’ll take that. Though I’ve been told I look more like a mannequin than a man sometimes.”
“Well,” I said with a smirk, “you’re in the right place, then.”
That was how it started. A shared joke, a quiet moment among flashing lights and fabric. The next week, he invited me to a Grand Prix. I wore red. Ferrari red, despite him being a Mercedes man. He teased me about it the whole day.
Before long, the press had latched onto us. F1’s Fashion Couple. We became the unexpected duo that people didn’t know they needed me in couture, him in sharp suits that made headlines. We weren’t just walking red carpets; we were setting trends.
But behind all that, George was just… George. Sweet and supportive, always sneaking me chocolate after long fittings, always sending “good luck” texts before shoots. I returned the favour with calm pep talks on race weekends and silly superstitions we pretended worked.
Tonight, he was waiting for me after a Paris runway show, holding a single white rose and looking like a dream.
“Knocked ‘em dead again,” he said, pulling me into a hug that melted every inch of tension from my body.
“You think so?”
“Absolutely. They should build a statue in your honour outside the Louvre.”
I laughed, resting my head against his chest. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Only for you.”
And just like that, we walked hand-in-hand past flashing cameras, the click of shutters chasing our every step not that we noticed anymore. Because being the fashion couple of the grid wasn’t about the headlines or the hype.
It was about him and me. Runways and race tracks. And a love that somehow fit better than any designer gown.
Broken Bones
pairing: george russell x reader
summary: George gets in a wreck and you happen to be the surgeon on-call.
a/n: i loved this prompt, i hope you love it ❤️
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George was enjoying his home race, he was holding P3 with a comfortable lead due to some great defending earlier in the race. Unfortunately for him, mother nature decided to put her hand into the race and have a pop up rain shower come through.
“It should clear through shortly, let’s keep with the softs,” his engineer says, hoping to outsmart those pitting for inters. George says a quick response and continues focusing on the track, especially the dry line. With the rain pouring, he catches a wet line in turn 4, sending the car spinning and into a barrier.
You rush down a couple floors to where you have been paged. Being the only orthopedic trauma surgeon in the hospital and on-call, you have to make haste.
“Is there really no one else to take this?” you ask, looking at the chart that has initial images and the patient information.
“Big fan?” the nurse beside you asks as you mentally plan the procedure. Most of Britain is basically a fan of the racing driver.
“Yeah. It’s not ethical, but I took an oath,” you tightly smile, beginning the process of scrubbing in.
“You are a great surgeon, you will have no problem keeping the fan part of you out of your mind,” the nurse reassures you. You take a couple deep breaths before heading to surgery.
The procedure goes well, you repair the broken wrist and fix the damage as best you can. Of course, time will finish healing it, but you do your best.
Afterwards you scrub out, finish paperwork, and go home. You won’t need to check in until anesthesia wears off, and that can take a while. You return later in the day, dressed in business casual and your lab coat.
“Mr. Russell, how are you feeling?” you ask, needing to check on your work. You close the door behind you when you enter the room.
“You are so pretty,” George says, still a little out of it.
“Thank you. Mind if I check your arm?” you ignore your blush.
“You look like my wife. She’s a doctor too, soooo pretty,” George babbles.
“I know, love, let me see your arm,” you say gently, sitting beside him.
“What happened?” George asks with a confused look.
“You spun out and crashed into a barrier. It was raining, you were on slicks, and caught a wet line,” you explain, carefully examining the surgical site, removing the splint immobilizing the wrist.
“I know that much. Injuries?” he asks, eyes trained on your wound examination.
“Broken wrist. We are going to brace it rather than cast it,” you check his chart for other injuries noted.
“Thank you for taking such good care of me, I love you,” George says, moving his non-injured hand to grab yours.
“I love you too, Georgie,” you whisper, rubbing your thumb over his hand as he processes everything. You note things in his chart, making sure your observations and updates are written down.
“I’m glad you did my surgery, I wouldn’t trust anyone else,” he smiles, you can’t help but smile back. It’s not illegal, but it certainly is borderline unethical to treat your husband.
“I’m happy to hear that. Why don’t I go and see if your family is out in the waiting room?”you hum, needing to stay inconspicuous. Of course, those close to you know who your husband is, but since you don’t share his last name it isn’t obvious.
“One kiss before you leave,” George pouts and you hesitate. “Please, I was just in a crash and your kisses make me feel better,” he pouts. You playfully roll your eyes and lean in, giving him a quick kiss.
“I love you, I’ll be right back,” you reassure him. You find his family and Toto waiting outside in the waiting room.
“Family of Mr. Russell,” you say, calling them to you.
“Y/n, dear, did you do his surgery?” George’s mom asks, a little hopeful.
“I did, I was the only one here and on call. Thankfully nothing too major, he can probably get back into a car in a month if we rehab him correctly. Want to see him?” you ask, knowing the answer. You lead them to his room, but stop Toto before he walks in.
“Y/n-“ Toto starts but you don’t hesitate to cut him off.
“You got very lucky that the broken wrist was the worst of it. Keeping him out on slicks? Are you stupid, a win is not worth more than a life,” you fume.
“I know, I gave his engineers and strategists a talking to. I just wanted to check in on him, but knowing he is in your care is all I needed. I check in tomorrow then,” Toto stays calm, knowing you had to since George was brought in and you needed to yell at someone.
“I, um, thank you. He should only be here another day for observation. I’ll keep you updated,” you recompose yourself and watch as Toto leaves.
“She’s just the best doctor ever. So pretty too, and smart, and really good at surgery,” you overhear George tell his parents, he likely just got another dose of pain meds.
“Thank you, Georgie. You are a pretty good patient,” you smile from the doorway.
“Can you believe that doctor loves me? And she married me?” George asks his mom who laughs.
“You chose a wonderful wife. Why don’t you let her get back to work?” his mom asks, catching your amused gaze.
“Yes, I have another surgery scheduled. I will check on you in a few hours,” you walk over to your husband, giving him a quick kiss.
“I love you so much, I want to have babies with you,” George blurts, causing your face to flame bright red.
“Okay, let’s talk about that later,” you awkwardly say, stepping out of the room.
You are quick to return after your scheduled surgery. You know the nurses rotations and know that they won’t check in for another hour.
“There’s my beautiful wife,” George grins as you walk in. “You look so sexy post-surgery,” he eyes you up.
“Really? I don’t feel like it,” you slide onto the bed beside him, careful to avoid hurting him. You relax in silence for a minute before you address the feeling eating at the pit of your stomach. “Please try not to crash again. I know it’s unavoidable, but the feeling I got when I saw your name and didn’t know how serious the crash was. It… I don’t think I can describe the panic,” you take a deep breath, closing your eyes and focusing on the sound of his heartbeat under you. The cool hospital air is a stark contrast to his warmth.
“I’m sorry, it’s the one part of racing I hate too,” George is unsure how to respond. He looks at the blank hospital wall, as if it’ll give him the answer. “I’ll always come home to you, and I have a badass surgeon to take care of me,” he laughs a little, trying to lighten the mood.
“I can only do so much, like brain surgery? You are on your own,” you grin, happy to let the vibe change.
“You could do it, you can do anything,” George says, he always gets gushy when he’s tired.
“Okay, baby, you should get some sleep. I’ll go home and get you clothes. I will be back tomorrow morning to check on you,” you yawn, also needing sleep. George knows you can’t stay in the room too long, and he wouldn’t want you to stay up in an uncomfortable chair.
“I love you. Drive safe,” he mumbles, tiredness washing over him in waves. You fix his sheets and make sure he is okay before kissing him goodnight and leaving. It feels weird, to go home and not have him there. You burn the rest of your anxious energy by reaching out to some good physical therapists that you know to help with George’s recovery.
Under your watchful eye, he makes a recovery similar to Lance’s, even with you fussing the first few races post-injury. You framed one of his x-rays. George had to listen to you talk about how beautiful it was, you claimed it to be your best work. It allows for a good story when having friends over, and it reminds George to not let it happen again.
Kinktober Day 16 - Breeding - GR63
George Russell X Reader
TW - This is probably gonna be my shortest fic for Kinktober! Crampie, breeding kink, talks of pregnancy, unprotected sex
WC 780+
Y/N POV
"When are you finally gonna let me put a baby in you?" Goerge asks the second we get back into the car from a family visit where I spent most of my time with the new baby of the family.
"George, be so for real right now. You know damn well we don't have the time to raise a baby right now," I tell him softly knowing we were both so ready for kids but neither of us knew how to do it with George and I's busy schedule.
"I think we could make it work. I mean you could easily go remote and not have to travel as much, and I would make sure to hire some help for the times I'm not able to be there. If we make a baby now, you would be giving birth around December which means I would then be home for the most part until March," George tells me softly as he drives us back home. It definitely gave me something to think about. I knew if I accidentally got pregnant we would be able to make it work so I don't see why we couldn't plan it.
"Okay, but if we don't get pregnant in the next couple months then we should wait a little longer. I like the idea of you being home the first few months of the baby being home," I tell him softly bringing his hand into my lap so I can play with his fingers. A nervous tick I had picked up when we first started dating. Now married I still found comfort in having George close.
"Deal," George said with a boyish giddiness.
When we get home it doesn't take long for us to make our way into the bedroom and completely stripped into nothing.
George loved to tease but tonight was different. Instead of spending his time edging me with his tongue before finally making me cum on his cock he just fingered me a bit to make sure I was wet enough to take his long length.
"God, you feel so good," George says while softly slipping into my pussy.
"Oh fuck," I gasp feeling George fill me in a way no one else ever could.
"Om my god," I moaned when George started thrusting his hips faster making me clench around him.
"God, I can't wait to watch you swell with my babies," George groans while softly rubbing my flat tummy that will one day hold our kids.
"Georgie, it feels so good," I moan loudly making George speed up his thrusts and making me whine that turned into a loud moan when George started teasing my clit.
"George, I'm gonna cum," I announced making George speed up his actions bringing me over the edge, where George starts cumming with me filling me up with his cum.
When we both came down from the high of our orgasm instead of pulling out George softly picks me up before turning us around so I was laying on George's chest while cock warming his softening cock.
"Don't wanna see a drop leak from that pussy," George mumbled into the top of my hair making me chuckle softly.
"Think that time worked?" I joked with a smirk making Goerge laugh softly.
"Not sure, maybe we should go again for the best odds?" George asks making me smirk and start to grind my hips into George to get him hard again.
When George is rock hard within moments I start bouncing on his cock using his chest to keep myself stable.
Neither of us ever lasted very long as the angle allows for George to reach new places in my pussy.
"I can feel your cum leaking out," I whine not wanting to waste any of his cum.
"I'm gonna give you more, don't worry pretty girl," George tells me while angling his hips to be able to thrust up into my pussy.
It's only a few minutes of rough fucking before George and I are both cumming again.
I stay seated on George's cock while cuddling before falling asleep.
6 weeks later
"I guess it worked you smooth talker," I joke when George and I flip the pregnancy test around to find the small little double lines.
"Oh my God, we're gonna be fucking parents," George says letting the shock settle between us.
"I'm excited," I whisper making George wrap his arms around my waist before kissing the back of my head and nodding.
"You're gonna make the best mum," George tells me making me smile.
"And you're gonna be the best dad," I reply back with a smile still stretched across my face.
Kinktober Day 8 - Face Sitting - GR63
George Russel X Plus Size! Reader
TW - Mentions of insecurity, face sitting, hand job
WC 1300+
Y/N POV
"Babe, I wanna try something," I hear George call out walking into our shared bedroom where I was currently editing some photos for his Instagram.
I close my laptop before turning my full attention to my boyfriend of three years to see him crawling on the bed toward me where he sits down so we're face to face.
"What is it?" I ask softly when I see the hint of mischief in his eyes making me slightly nervous.
"Okay, just hear me out... Sit on my face," George says making me choke on my spit in shock.
"Wha- why?" I nervously start asking. The second I heard the idea I got nervous and started thinking of all the worst possibilities.
"I've been wanting to do it with you for a while but every time I pull you on my lap to ride me you tense up and don't look comfortable but I really do want to do this," George explains softly.
"George, I get nervous riding you, how do you think I'm gonna climb on your face?" I question him with a bewildered expression.
"Baby, we've been together for years. We've had plenty of sex, and you ride me like you were made for my cock, I will never understand why you still get nervous to do it," George tells me softly.
"Georgie, you know exactly why," I softly remind him which only makes him roll his eyes at me. It wasn't done in a mean way just to show his annoyance at the situation. It was something he had never once cared about and he was the reason I was finally able to be comfortable in my own skin and enjoy sex for the first time in my life however the insecurities are still there.
"Have I done something or not done something to make you not fully comfortable with me," George asks softly.
"No, it's just scary. You're the reason I can even enjoy sex because you put in the time to make sure I knew I was beautiful and that you had no issue with the rolls I carried around," I tell him softly which makes him smile.
"Okay, how about this. We don't have to do it today but can it be something we try in the future?" George reasons with me which makes me smile. While I knew George came in here to get me to sit on his face right away he knew we both would only enjoy it if I was fully comfortable.
"Yeah, I would like that," I tell him softly which makes him smile at me.
"Good," George says smiling up at me. I lean forward to capture his lips in mine.
A couple weeks have passed since our conversation about me riding George's face and while he had never once asked again it was all I could think about. While the idea of it still made me nervous I couldn't lie and say it didn't turn me on.
"Georgie, where are you?" I ask walking through our apartment and trying to locate my boyfriend.
"In here, love," George calls out from our room. When I find him I can see that he's trying to read the data from the last race.
"Are you busy?" I ask softly clearly showing how nervous I am.
"Never for you. What's wrong?" George asks while I start approaching him. I instantly climb into his lap trying to gain as much confidence as possible.
"I wanna try it," I tell him which only makes him look at me slightly confused.
"What?" George finally questions when he can't figure it out himself.
"Uh- um, the thing you wanted to try a few weeks ago," I reply back softly embarrassed that I was too nervous to say what it was. "Only if you still want to," I quickly added.
"You wanna sit on my face," George asks with a cocky smirk written all over his face instantly turning me on.
"Please," I ask softly. I feel George take my face in his hand and pull me down for a kiss.
What started as an innocent kiss quickly turned into a heavy make-out session, that ended with both of us stripped down and George laying down in the middle of the bed. I can see how hard he already his which makes me clinch my thighs together to try and get some friction.
"Come here, we'll start slow," George calls me over which has me climbing into the bed towards his face.
"Which direction do you wanna face, love?" George asks me making me think slightly before I tell him pointing towards the foot of the bed "I wanna face that way." I knew I wanted to be able to play with George's cock and I wasn't gonna wait until after he was done eating.
I hesitated a few seconds longer before I finally got the courage to climb on top. With my knees on either side of George's face and my pussy hovering at least a foot above his head I feel George's arms wrap around my thighs slowly guiding me down.
When I get close enough for George to finally reach up and take a taste for himself I gasp before trying to pull myself back up and away from his mouth, but with George being stronger it just had him pulling me down even more so he no longer had to strain his neck to reach.
George instantly gets into action licking from my hole to my throbbing clit making sure to pay extra attention to it.
"Oh, Georgie so good," I moan out slightly starting to grind on his face. I was still not putting my entire weight on George and he could tell but he wasn't going to push me to do something I wasn't comfortable with.
Once I get used to the new sensations I lean down slightly to find just how hard George is. When I finally reach for George's cock I can feel him hiss into my pussy making me gasp at the vibrations of it.
When I try to slide down just slightly to be able to pull George into my mouth he takes me by my hips and pulls me back too him.
"Stop, I want you ON my face," George says making sure to emphasize the word "on." I relax back just enough so I can still reach George with my mouth.
I guess my angle was still not good enough cause he finally grabs my hips again and dragging me back to make sure my pussy was seated directly over his mouth. Once George is satisfied I realized I was just going to have to pump his dick with my hand.
"So good," I gasp to George which just spurs his actions on making him double down and speed him.
I can tell that George was starting to get close already which makes him speedy up slightly wanting to watch him cum.
"Fuck," I hear George moan into my pussy sending a new wave of pleasure up my spine bringing me to the edge.
"I'm gonna cum," I moan right before falling over the edge and start cumming all over his face.
As I'm coming down from my orgasm George starts cumming all over my hand with a loud moan sending me into another little orgasm from his mouth.
Once I've fully cum down from my orgasm I slowly climb off of George and look at him to see him in a blissed out.
"You okay?" I ask softly worried I might have sat on him a little too hard.
"Better than okay," he says with a smile while I walk to the bathroom While I'm washing my hands George comes into the bathroom to pull me into his chest allowing us to make eye contact through the mirror.
"Thank you," George tells me with a smile.
"I enjoyed it," I reply with a smile making George laugh a little and tell me he knew I would. Which has me gasping in mock surprise and flinging some of the water on my hands at George.
