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Hey! Can you do one with mick and Brazilian reader in which they meet in Rio de Janeiro because mick is there spending carnival with his friends and it gets spicy maybe smutty!! 🥵🥵

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Summary: "We catch fire, we give yourself up without thinking. You kiss my neck, makes me goosebumps. Your hand all over my body, you love to lose yourself. No one does it better than you"

Rating: +18

Warnings: shameless smut, p!rn with a little bit of plot, fingering, unprotected (wrap it before you tap it!!!)

Word count: 1.6k

Note: this one- HONESTLY YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES, SO GOOD AND HOT???

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February. Thirty-three degrees, the sun was high in the sky, a crowd of people were strolling from one side to the other, the music was blasting. Some were dancing, many were drinking and others were kissing in the corners. You were holding a glass of strawberry caipirinha, trying not to dirty the accessories you wore on your arms.

It was a different situation from other years, after you found a better job and met different people, you were invited to celebrate carnival in a more exclusive place - so much so that you got to see a lot of famous people outside the trios elétricos. Sobriety was a thing of the past, you were drunk and having a lot of fun, this time of the year was all about party after party, staying up all night watching the samba schools parade in Sapucaí and drinking until your liver asked for help.

Mick Schumacher had never been to Carnival in Brazil before. So when he was coerced by some friends into wearing only gold shorts too short for his liking, going shirtless and being smeared with glitter, he was getting weirded out. Until he got to the street and saw that people didn't give a shit, they just wanted to have fun, he let loose a bit. The German felt a hand on his shoulder and as he turned, Lewis had a smile on his face, handing him a shot of jambu cachaça.

"Drink up. It makes your lips numb." The Brit laughed softly. "And it'll help give you some spunk."

He stared at the older pilot, a little fearfully, however he turned the shot over and grimaced - it wasn't light drink, let alone to be taken like that. Meanwhile, you noticed from afar the movement with the cachaça - as you were not sober, the courage hit you and you approached the two strangers.

"Ei! Onde ‘cê conseguiu isso?” (Hey, where did you get this?)

"Sorry? We don't speak Portuguese." Lewis replied.

"Porra, okay! Hm, where did you guys get the jambu cachaça?"

When Mick looked at you, his cheeks turned red just like your costume. He clearly wasn't paying attention to the conversation as his eyes were elsewhere on your body. The costume fitted your body so well, letting your curves exposed and the deep red colour matched your skin tone.

"Schumacher!" Hamilton brought his attention back. "Show the Brazilian girl where the hooch is." He then pointed at one of his friends, slapping him twice on the shoulder. "Good carnival." The Brit cracked a sneaky smile and walked away from the two of you.

"Uhm... So, it's there, come on." He took your hand and pulled you in, as you signalled to your friend that he was a tremendous hottie.

"How am I supposed to know if I should trust you?"

"Because I've had one shot, so if something happens, it happens to me too. Besides the numbness on my lips and my name is Mick."

"You've never had jambu cachaça before, have you?" You also said your name to him.

"No. It was the first time and wow. First time at carnaval too."

"Losing your carnival virginity, how cute."

"It's obvious, isn't it?"

"Yeah. It's pretty cute, though."

"Really?" He cracked a smile, taking the shot for you. Without even waiting, you turned the small glass over and let the liquid burn in your throat. "I'd like to have another one, but I don't know if that's a good idea."

"You don't need to have another one, Schumacher." You said his last name in a Brazilian Portuguese accent before holding his face and bringing your face closer against his. "May I?"

He didn't answer, just let his lips join yours, starting a hot kiss. Your tongue quickly went to meet his as your free hand landed on his glitter filled chest, cracking a smile in between as you felt his teeth tugging on your bottom lip lightly. His hands indiscreetly went to your thighs, pulling your body against his. When air was needed, you chuckled softly, running kisses down his jaw, smearing the red lipstick you were wearing on his lips. His silly grin was one of the cutest things you'd ever seen.

"Well Lewis said you guys were really good kissers."

"So does that mean you want a replay, gringo?"

"Hey!"

"Come on, just a nickname, blondie."

"If you kiss me again, I might be able to let it go."

What no one had warned Mick - which you knew all too well, was that jambu cachaça was an aphrodisiac.

A few hours later you were inside an uber, heading to the mansion he was spending with his friends - in the Leblon neighbourhood. You held your chin up so it wouldn't fall off when you saw the beautiful house inside a chic condominium. As soon as you entered, he pressed your body against the door.

"No one's home?" You asked.

"All enjoying the carnival. We're going against the flow."

You watched the pool from afar, holding his hand and pulling him to the back of the house. When you got there, you removed your shoes and other accessories, throwing yourself against the water. Then you felt that he was also in the pool. Mick came close to you, pulling your legs around his waist, pressing your back against the pool wall.

"Gostoso."

"What?"

"It means you're a hottie."

"Well... You're... Gostosa? That’s how you say it?”

“Yeah, gostosa.”

You passed your thumb against his chin, smiling and leaving small kisses around his jaw and ear. He closed his eyes, groaning at the feeling of your wet lips against his feverish skin.

“I need you so bad…” He murmured, holding your body closer and getting into the steps of the pool, going out with you still holding his body.

Mick laid you in a sunbed, letting his hands roam your body while you watched with a mischievous smile plastered on your face. Maybe it was the alcohol, but the heat wasn’t bothering you at all, the only thing you wanted was him inside of you.

He started a rough kiss, grabbing your hips and colliding against his - in reaction, you grabbed his shoulders, pulling so that your chest was pressed into his. Slowly, your bodies were grinding and you could feel his hardness, so big and thick it made you wet just from the thought.

“Can I?” The blonde was holding your trousers and you made a positive signal, so he pulled them down.

His fingers travelled your body for a few seconds until they found its place: against your clit. They were a bit calloused, but gently torturing - and he knew it, going slow on your sensitive bud was the best teasing. You moaned, closing your eyes and panting for more, so he put his index finger inside of you, pumping in and out while his thumb made quicker movements on top of your clit.

“Meu Deus, Mick…” Your hand went towards his shorts, groping his erection through the fabric. (Oh God, Mick…)

“What do you want, baby?” He quickened his pace and you let whimpers escape your lips, knowing you’re close.

“Tu.” (You)

“You already have me.”

“Inside of me.”

“Already inside.” The curved tip of his fingers were getting into your G point, which was overwhelming at its best.

“Fucking… Me… With…” You couldn’t finish the phrase, letting moans through your lips while you had your orgasm.

You were recovering from your high and he had the biggest drunk smile, getting naked and taking your top out. Mick bit his lip when he saw your breasts, lowering his head to kiss you, however he kept going down until his lips were against one of your nipples, giving the attention it needed while the other was being pinched - and he didn’t forget to invert the situation, because both of them deserved the same attention.

Schumacher let you sit on his lap, straddling him, holding your hips and slowly lowering your body for him to be inside of you. He was big so you grabbed his back, hiding your head into the crook of his neck. The German saw your reaction, stopping moving and making you look at him.

“Move only and if you feel comfortable, okay?”

“Okay.”

Then he started a hot and slow kiss, taking the time with you, letting your tongues move together, enjoying the moment between you two. After a few minutes with your body getting used to his size, you looked at him, starting to move your hips against his.

The pace was calm, letting you feel him properly - it felt like your body was going to split from his size. He couldn’t hold his moans, you were so tight and small around him, it made the blonde even hornier.

Gradually, the pace was getting quicker because you were getting more used to it, so he understood as a green sign for him to move his body against yours - fast and rough, that’s when your moans couldn’t be stopped, it was such a pleasurable moment. When his hand lowered to your clit, you knew that you wouldn’t be able to resist for too long, the mix of feeling filled up by his dick and hitting the good spots, besides the good pressure on top of your sensitive bud.

Schumacher also wouldn’t be able to keep going for much longer, with a fast pace, the tightness, your body moving against him to give even more pleasure and the kisses you started to distribute around his neck. He was groaning and becoming a mess just like you already wore, so his thrusts were messier and deeper, causing you to whimper.

“I’m… Going to…”

“Okay, okay…”

He came inside of you, holding your body against him with one hand while the free one made sure you were going to have pleasure - and you sure did it, after feeling him filling you up, you moaned loud and he kept moving, bringing you to orgasm.

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