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summary: she could easily get away with things and when she couldn't, he always made sure to put her back in her place
content warning: smut (minors dni!), pwp(ish?), what is context, explicit language, themes of jealousy and sugar daddy/baby relationship, degradation, dumbification, spitting, dacryphilia, impact play, brief mention of oral sex (m receiving), brat taming (dom!fernando), brief lance stroll x reader interaction, shitty smut, what's beta reading we just rawdog our writing in here
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she can get away from a lot of things. she knew that. fernando knew that.
in fact, fernando would even reward her for it. after all, she never demanded too much and all he wanted was to give her the world. she wanted a new pair of shoes? he'd buy her the sneakers AND a pair of red bottoms. she wanted something from macy's? fuck that; he'd have his assistant book the whole floor of harrods just so she can pick out new clothes for her closet.
he would give her everything. even if she tends to be very playful and hilarious, he'd give her everything just to see it.
her cheekiness was a welcome distraction from his busy life as a professional racer. she'd often tease him in different ways but not once did she ever cross the lines and tested his patience and limits. she wasn't really a brat, to say the least— she'd often give up by the time fernando would wrap his arms around her and press kisses all over her face.
and if she didn't give up her act, he'd put her back to her place. it rarely happened, and when it did they were rough. she would continue to act up just so he could punish her. she welcomed the pain with no hesitation and allowed him to control her like she was nothing but a body to be tossed around.
she could get away from a lot. whenever she couldn't, her excitement would soak through her knickers while thinking about his next move.
but right now, she wasn't really at fault for being so bratty. her petulant attitude toward him wasn't something that she expected from herself, but when her partner continued to ignore her throughout the party after arriving together. the least she could do was throw it right back at him.
she sat by the bar counter and quietly sipped on her drink, her ears ringing at the sound of his laughter from the distance alongside other men while they spoke about the happenings during the race earlier today. she looked so pathetic like this; dressed up in the prettiest slip dress that turned to be a fabric of despair. she was the prettiest woman to have ever existed, and even the rest of the grid thought so, yet she looked so alone. she blamed fernando for this.
all she wanted was him. she only wanted him right now. nothing more, nothing less.
yet, in a world where he'd give her everything, he wouldn't hand himself over to her. instead, he was laughing with lewis and carlos as they chatted about whatever the fuck it was.
