F1 onehots

Daddy issues - Daniel Ricciardo

You were Christian Horner's daughter. Absolutely untouchable, Daniel knew that. Daniel had first met you when you were 16, back in 2016. God you were stunning, but he couldn't think like that god no. He was 10 years older. At 26 he shouldn't even be looking at you as anything other than his bosses daughter so he shook off the feeling and focused on his driving. You had gone back to school and that was the last he'd see of you or so he had thought. You hadn't even seen the man staring at you back then. But somehow Daniel never forgot about you, even though he so badly wanted to. Whenever christian would mention his daughter, even if that was ever so rare, he'd think back to how you looked that first day he saw you.

So now at the ripe age of 17,5 you were back after finishing high school early. You were going to spend the rest of the time traveling with your dad, seeing the world. Daniel hadn't expected to see you again, but 1,5 year later you were as gorgeous as ever. High heels now graced your delicate feet a white dress barely stopping below your butt. Oh lord how you had grown up in those few years. Daniel mentally slapped himself for staring, illegal so illegal. What was he thinking?! 

When you strolled up to their garage he had been absolutely mesmerised, following your every move. Dear lord her legs were longer, hips fuller. He could barely keep his eyes off of you before realising your dad was right across from him. "What on earth are you wearing?" Christian had sounded mad. Which only made your eyes twinkle with more mischief. "A Dress." Daniel had forced his eyes off of you, scared anyone would notice he was staring. You had casually leaned against Daniels chair. His whole brain seemed to forget how to work and his palms got sweaty. A dress, man that thing was barely covering your ass. He secretly hoped to catch a look when you were going to leave. Again, illegal Daniel stop that.  "Says who?" Christian sure wasn't happy with the way you were rebelling. You had just tagged along with the f1 for some free traveling and around the world partying and he was sick and tired of it. "Calvin Klein." You snicker as his ears seemed to blow with steam his head redding up. "It looks like underwear, go put something over it!" Daniel had turned his head to look at you again. God you were going out like that?! His head spins at the idea of the people seeing you like that. You smirk down at him. "Duh, I was just going to." You giggle and pull out a see-through lacy cover up from behind your back. As you pull it on you make eye contact with Daniel one more time, wink and walk off. Daniel watches, hates to watch you but he does he can't get himself not to. "I can't with that kid all she does is disrespect me." Daniel had followed you out of the garage with his eyes. "Want me to stop her? Get her to the motorhome?" He looked back to Christian who looked relieved. "Yes, and honestly just lock her up in your drivers room for all I care. She won't go out like that I am done with her." He seemed really really mad so Daniel had gotten up and started the pursued. 

Daniel too didn't want you out like that, but for far other motives than Christians. He had caught up with you in no time. Heels can only carry a woman so fast. He grabs a hold of your waist and pulls you into the Redbull motorhome. You giggle which makes him confused. "You know, if you wanted me you could've just said so. Gosh you are forward." You smirk at him. His brain seems to have left his body. Oh lord, don't say stuff like that. He stops dead in his track looks at you and then lets go of your waist. He calms himself down and grabs your wrist and pulls you to his drivers hime. "Your dad said to lock you in my drivers room, you can't go out like that." You smile falters and you pout at him. "Oh, you are no fun... Come on alone in your drivers room? That's gotta at least stir something in your brain." You were making this really difficult for him. He pushes you inside with a huff. "Don't say that." You smirk, got him. Every guy wanted something from you. "Knew it, come on daddy I know you want me." You wink at him as you lean against the door locking it. 

He swallows, god this girl was going to be the death of him. "Don't" His pleads became less worded. He didn't trust his mouth to bring out full sentences. You sure had some issues to call him daddy but somehow it turned him on. You step closer as he steps away you do this until he's backed up against the wall. Suddenly he realises what's going on. "We can't, y/n. You are Christians daughter, underaged daughter it's so wrong." Huh? He didn't want you? That's new. Guys usually love when you call them daddy. They love a one time use as you fly to the next country only days later anyway. "We can't? What the fuck?!" You give him a good shove and make your way to the door. No one loved you, you knew that but they had always needed you. Your dad never cared about you as much as he did about those stupid cars, but you could always rely on men wanting you, needing you. What would happen if they didn't? You weren't used to this.