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verstappensrealwife · 4 months

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would you be able to write about lance stroll? possibly a story where she is his childhood best friend and they end up together. Smut if possible!!

Beyond Friendship's Boundaries - Lance Stroll x Reader

smut.

approx. 1960 words.

warnings: oral (fem!recieving), awkwardness in the start, sex (p in v). --- Also my horrid smut writing (I am yet to write a smut fic that i think i wrote well!) Hope you enjoy anyways <3

lance stroll masterlist - here. f1 masterlist - here.

You and Lance had been inseparable since childhood, ever since that fateful day in kindergarten when his boundless energy collided with your unsuspecting form. As he barreled into you with the force of a tiny tornado, you found yourself sprawled on the ground, tears welling in your eyes. But even in that moment of chaos, Lance's instinctive kindness shone through as he scrambled to lift you up with all the might his pint-sized arms could muster.

"Sorry," he blurted out, his voice tinged with genuine concern.

With a sniffle and a shaky nod, you forgave him, wiping away the tears with the back of your hand. His infectious grin, inherited from his mother's insistence that it could brighten anyone's day, worked its magic once again as you found yourself mirroring his smile. From that day forward, a bond was forged between you two that would withstand the tests of time and tide.

In the present moment, he found himself thousands of miles away in Australia, while you remained in Canada. Alone in the confines of his hotel room, he sat on the edge of the bed, consumed by thoughts of you that strayed far from the innocent memories of childhood. With a conflicted mind and a restless urge, he grasped his cock in his hand, indulging in fantasies that danced on the edge of forbidden desire.

If only you knew the depths of his depraved thoughts, he reasoned, you might recoil in horror or sever ties altogether. But in that solitary moment, consumed by the need for release before the impending race, such considerations faded into insignificance. He whispered your name like a forbidden prayer, his imagination weaving a tapestry of carnal delights where your bodies entwined in passion, where your desires ignited a flame that threatened to consume them both.

As he surrendered to the waves of pleasure crashing over him, he couldn't help but yearn for your presence, for the touch of your skin against his, for the possibility that you might reciprocate the intensity of his longing. In the darkness of his solitude, he dared to dream of a world where your desires aligned, where the boundaries between friendship and something more blurred into obscurity. But for now, all he could do was chase the fleeting ecstasy of release, his fantasies a bittersweet reminder of the distance between them and the unspoken truths that lingered in the silence.

Unbeknownst to him, the object of his affection stood mere inches from his hotel door, her heart thrumming with anticipation as she prepared to surprise her closest friend.

"Lance~" Your cheerful voice called through the door, sending Lance into a whirlwind of panic. Why were you here? When had you arrived? And most importantly, where on earth were his pants!? With a frantic scramble, he attempted to cover himself, his heart racing with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

As you swiped the card and entered the room, Lance's eyes widened in disbelief. He couldn't believe you were here, standing before him in the flesh. But before he could gather his wits or even properly greet you, your exclamation filled the room, cutting through the air like a knife.

You couldn't help but yelp in surprise as you laid eyes on him. There he stood, with his messy hair tousled in disarray, a rosy flush painting his cheeks, and no shirt to conceal the sculpted contours of his chest. Beneath the sheets that draped over his lower half, there was an air of tantalising mystery, hinting at the forbidden pleasures that lay hidden from view. Thankfully he had found his boxers before you had walked in.

Caught off guard by the unexpected sight, you felt a rush of heat flood your cheeks as your heart raced with a mixture of shock and embarrassment. It was a moment frozen in time, etched into your memory with vivid clarity, leaving you breathless and at a loss for words.

You stuttered out a few words, your voice wavering with uncertainty as you struggled to make sense of the unexpected scene before you. "Is this a bad time... I can leave," you managed to murmur, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"No!" His response was swift, almost desperate, as if the mere thought of you leaving sent a jolt of panic coursing through him. He hesitated for a moment, the realisation of his own desperation dawning on him, before quickly composing himself. But deep down, he couldn't deny the truth: he was desperate for you, in more ways than one.

You stared at him, your eyes wide with surprise and uncertainty, unsure of how to proceed in this newfound tension. "N- Not a bad time... uhm..." he stammered, his words trailing off into an awkward silence as he searched for the right thing to say.

As the tension hung heavy in the air, a palpable electricity crackling between you, Lance's heart pounded with a mixture of desire and uncertainty. In that charged moment, he couldn't deny the raw attraction that pulsed between them, igniting a fire that threatened to consume them both.

With a hesitant step forward, he closed the distance between you, his gaze locking with yours in a silent plea for understanding. "I... I want you here," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper, laden with desire and longing.

Your breath caught in your throat at his admission, your own desires laid bare in the vulnerable space between you. In a bold move, you closed the remaining gap between you, your fingers trembling as they reached out to touch his bare chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips.

With a shared moment of unspoken consent, the floodgates of desire burst open, consuming them both in a whirlwind of passion and need. Lips met in a searing kiss, hungry and desperate, as years of unspoken longing erupted into a frenzy of desire.

Lost in the heat of the moment, Lance's hands roamed eagerly over your body, tracing every curve and contour as if committing them to memory. With each touch, each caress, the world fell away until there was only the two of you, lost in the throes of passion.

As the intensity of their desire reached its peak, they surrendered to the undeniable pull of their bodies, consumed by a hunger that could only be sated by each other. In that moment of blissful surrender, they knew that they had found something truly special, something worth fighting for amidst the chaos of their tangled emotions.

His movements were urgent, fueled by a hunger that threatened to consume them both as he pushed you gently onto the bed, his lips trailing a path of fire down your trembling body. Each kiss left a trail of tingling heat in its wake, igniting a blaze of desire that pulsed between you.

Reaching your legs, he knelt between your thighs, his breath catching in his throat at the sight beneath the dress you had worn just for him. His eyes drank in the sight of your exposed skin, the tantalising curve of your hips, and the promise of what lay hidden beneath.

"Fuck..." he mumbled, his voice husky with desire as he took in the sight before him. The realisation that you wore no underwear beneath the dress sent a surge of heat coursing through him, his heart pounding with anticipation.

His fingers trembled with longing as he reached for the hem of your dress, his touch gentle yet urgent as he pulled the fabric slowly upwards, revealing more of your intoxicating form with each passing moment. As the dress pooled around your waist, leaving you bare and vulnerable beneath him, he felt a primal need stir within him, urging him onward.

You could only moan in response, lost in a haze of pleasure and desire as his lips continued their journey, leaving a trail of kisses along your inner thighs. Your words dissolved into incoherent babbling, your mind consumed by the overwhelming sensations that pulsed through your body with each touch, each caress.

Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine this moment would come to fruition, yet it consumed your every waking thought, an unrelenting desire that pulsed through your veins with a fierce intensity.

As he pushed his fingers into you, the sensation sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, igniting a fire that burned with an intensity you had never known. With each skilled movement, he found the perfect spot, sending sparks of ecstasy dancing along your nerve endings.

His mouth followed, hot and hungry against your skin, eliciting a guttural moan of pleasure from deep within your throat. The sound echoed off the walls of the room, mingling with curses and cries of ecstasy as you surrendered yourself to the overwhelming tide of sensation.

He pulled two earth-shattering orgasms from you with his skilled touch before finally entering you, the culmination of desire and passion reaching its peak. Position after position, they explored the depths of pleasure together, lost in a whirlwind of sensation and ecstasy that seemed to stretch into eternity.

For almost an hour, they moved as one, bodies entwined in a dance of primal desire. With each thrust, his dick found its mark, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you with every movement. It was a symphony of sensation, a crescendo of pleasure that built with each passing moment.

Despite his best efforts to prolong the inevitable, he could only resist for so long before the overwhelming tide of pleasure threatened to consume him. With a primal groan of ecstasy, he pulled out at the last moment, spilling his release over you in a cascade of pure bliss.

In the aftermath of their passionate encounter, they lay entwined in a tangle of limbs, their bodies still humming with the echoes of pleasure. With gentle caresses and soft whispers, they reassured each other of their mutual affection, basking in the warmth of their shared intimacy.

As they lay together in the quiet aftermath of their lovemaking, a sense of anticipation hung in the air, unspoken words lingering on the tip of their tongues. Lance shifted slightly, his fingers tracing absentminded patterns along your arm as he mustered the courage to broach the subject that had been weighing on his mind.

"Hey," he began softly, his voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty, "can we talk about... us?"

You turned to him, meeting his gaze with a mixture of curiosity and warmth. "Of course," you replied, your heart fluttering with anticipation.

"I... I know we've always been friends," Lance started, his words hesitant as he struggled to articulate his feelings. "But after tonight, I can't help but wonder if there's something more between us."

Your breath caught in your throat at his confession, the air crackling with tension as you searched for the right words to respond. "I've thought about it too," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "What we have... it feels different now, doesn't it?"

Lance nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, it does," he agreed, his gaze softening as he looked at you. "And I don't want to risk losing what we have, but... I can't shake the feeling that there's something special between us."

You reached out, intertwining your fingers with his in a silent gesture of solidarity. "I feel it too," you confessed, your heart swelling with emotion. "And maybe... maybe we owe it to ourselves to see where this could go."

Lance's smile widened, a flicker of hope dancing in his eyes. "I'd like that," he replied, his voice filled with conviction. "To us, whatever that may be."

"To us," you echoed, a surge of excitement coursing through you as you leaned in to press a tender kiss to his lips. In that moment, you both knew that whatever the future held, you were in it together, bound by the unbreakable bond of friendship and the tantalising promise of something more.

el fin.

Hope the smut was good. I tried not to use cringe words, key word tried. anyway. probably gonna have 2-3 fics out today :)

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sassy-classy-fangirl · 2 months

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Age is just a number, especially when you’re a 42 year old Spaniard😍🔥

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loonylupinblack3 · 3 months

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𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x driver!reader

Warnings: angst, swearing

Summary: could charles still love you, even after everything?

Word count: 2.6k

part 1

“Y/n calm down-”

“Don’t tell me to calm down,” you snapped. “My whole career is hanging by a thread. I can’t calm down.”

Lando sighed, rubbing his face tiredly. “I’m sorry, that wasn’t the right thing to say. But you need to breathe, because you’re turning blue.”

You reluctantly did as he said, because your chest was starting to hurt and you’d probably collapse if you didn’t. But as soon as you did you wished you hadn’t, because accompanying the breath was the sharp stab of grief.

What was happening? Two days ago, your world had shattered, every newspaper and website claiming the same thing; you and Charles had dated. It didn’t matter that it was past tense- people were still hurling insults your way, discrediting all your work just because you dated a boy.

Except he wasn’t just a boy. He was Charles Leclerc, driver for Scuderia Ferrari, and you were Y/n L/n, driver for Aston Martin.

And now you were facing a possible investigation, because you’d kept your relationship a secret and both teams were worrying you’d passed information onto each other, so here you were.

Suspended.

“Can they even do this?” Yuki’s voice sounded enraged, and if you weren't as tired as you were you’d probably have felt warmed that you had people who cared about this as much as you.

Oscar looked up. “Is Charles suspended too?”

You flinched slightly at the mention of your ex, but everyone either didn’t notice it or purposefully ignored it, which you were grateful for.

George had already started whipping out his phone. “I’ll ask Pierre.”

You stared at your four friends, all here to support you during this time, and felt a surprising amount of love towards them. If you had any energy you’d probably shower them all in your affection, even Yuki who would bat you away with a stick if you tried.

You laid your head in Lando’s lap, the boy immediately playing with your hair, an almost subconscious instinct by now. It was embarrassing how much time you’d spent in Lando’s lap over the past two days.

“Y/n,” Oscar said, passing you your now ringing phone. “It’s your mum.”

You groaned but rolled off of Lando’s lap, sitting up on your bed and grabbing your phone, taking a deep breath to calm yourself before answering.

“Hey Mum-”

“Stupid idiots! When I come down there- I mean, who do they think they are?! Ridiculous boys parading around as men. As soon as I get my hands on them-.but how are you doing Sweetheart? I know this must be hard.”

You let out a small laugh at your mum’s rant, one that threatened to turn into a sob so you silenced it. “I’m… I don’t know, really. Just trying to get through it.”

“Suspended! For what?! For fucking another driver? If anything he should be suspended, since it was his dick in you.”

You choked on a gasp. “Mum.”

“What? I’m just saying.”

You shook your head, shocked but also feeling slightly better. Your mum always managed to take your mind off things, even if it was by saying out of pocket things that, if you’d had your phone on speaker, would have made your friends gobsmacked.

“Has he even talked to you about it?” Your mother prodded.

You sighed, feeling the insecurities that had been sticking to you like parasites, infecting you, come to the surface. “No, he hasn’t talked to me.”

Why hasn’t he? This was literally the worst case scenario for you, and he knew that. It was why you broke up in the first place. So now that your deepest fears have happened, the dread turned into something real, he was gone? Just like that? What happened to all the promises that he’d be there for you, that you’d get through this together? You knew you weren’t together anymore but shouldn’t they still mean something?

Your mother continued her rant at your words, babbling on about incompetent people in power, stupid idiots, etcetera etcetera. You had to hang up on her when you saw Geroge’s less than pleased expression though, because obviously something had happened during the phone call to put him in this mood, because he was always annoyingly optimistic, even during this mess.

As soon as you put your phone down you demanded to know what happened, what George found out. He sighed, looking forlorn that he had to be the one to give you the news, but pressed forward anyway.

“Charles hasn’t been suspended.”

Silence followed his words. You didn’t even know what to say, your jaw working but no sound coming out. Charles wasn’t suspended? You were suspended but Charles wasn’t, for doing the same fucking thing?

“What the fuck?” Yuki burst out, standing up. “They can’t do this!”

“They can, mate,” Oscar said tiredly, rubbing his face. “They’re from different teams, and it was up to those teams to make the decision, not the FIA.”

Yuki kicked the side table, looking for all the world like he was going to storm the Aston Martin headquarters and demand they un-suspend you. You all knew why Charles wasn’t suspended and you were. It was the same reason it took you so long to get into F1, why you still got daily death threats and had to undergo a different training to everyone else.

Because you were a woman.

Suddenly you were so tired. You’d been tired for a while, but now it was exhaustion weighing you down, a draining, crippling exhaustion you wanted nothing to do with. You were tired of worrying, tired of constantly scouring the internet, soaking up every insult directed your way. You were tired of missing Charles, a constant in your life now. Waking up and having your hand search for his body, only to find the sheets cold. Thinking about him every spare moment of the day, your mind straying to him against your will.

You missed him, and you wished he’d call. You regretted your decision, didn’t you? Since the secret came out anyway, except now you didn’t even have Charles to be there for you through it. It really was all for nothing, and here you were, stuck with the decisions you made.

Lando’s head resting on your shoulder snapped you out of your sulking. You looked down at your hands, letting out a sigh. None of the others were talking, waiting for you to speak, to see what sort of reaction you had before they did anything.

“I think I’m going to take a walk,” you said quietly.

Yuki’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth, about to say something, when George elbowed him in the side, sending him a pointed look. Yuki scowled, rubbing his stomach but stayed silent, letting you leave with no complaint.

You were too tired to question their strange behaviour and left the hotel room, walking along the halls. You weren’t sure where you were going; you just needed to get out of that room, away from your friends’ pitying stares.

You eventually entered the elevator, deciding to visit the bar in the lobby where you’d drown your feelings in alcohol and hopefully receive a respite from this horrible nightmare you were living.

Except as soon as you exited the elevator, heading towards the bar, you realised you’d made a terrible mistake. Because there Charles stood, speaking in hushed tones with Pierre Gasly and making big gestures with his hands.

And fuck, his hands. It was probably a strange thing to focus on considering the circumstances, but it was the only thing keeping you from freaking out so you welcomed the distraction eagerly, eyes tracing each vein on his hand, remembering how gentle they could be when he wanted them to.

But then he looked away from Pierre, a frustrated expression on his face, and his gaze landed directly on you, and his eyes widened, mouth parting slightly as he stared at your figure. You panicked yet couldn’t move, swallowing thickly but unable to tear your gaze away from him as he continued to stare, looking dumbfounded.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

As soon as you regained control of your body you turned around, walking swiftly back into the elevator. You couldn’t do this today; not when you’d just discovered your career was at risk and his wasn’t, for the exact same thing.

Charles didn’t seem to be thinking the same thing as you though, because just as you pressed the button to your floor, the doors starting to close, his hand was there stopping the doors from closing, and then he was inside the elevator with you as the doors did finally shut, except now they felt like a death sentence, trapping you in there Charles.

“Y/n,” he said quietly, and oh.

Oh how his voice comforted you. Everything was shit, your whole career crashing down before your eyes, the thing you worked so hard for in the midst of being destroyed, but with one word from his mouth Charles somehow made everything seem slightly better. It warmed you, and you cursed yourself for it.

“Charles,” you replied just as softly, unable to help yourself. You longed for him like the sun longed for the moon, like the stars longed for the clouds. Polar opposites, unable to be together but fuck if you didn’t try as desperately as you could to make it work. To be with them even against all odds.

And then suddenly you were being wrapped up in Charles’ arms, apologies spilling from his mouth as he pressed you against him, grip tightening with every passing second. And you were just as hopeless, returning the embrace with a desperation you didn’t even realise you had, hiding your face into his chest, escaping from the world, feeling nothing but him.

He rested his chin on your head, eyes fluttering shut, hugging you tighter against him. It took everything in you not to start sobbing, to beg him for forgiveness then and there. Everything felt so fucking hard, and if you had to leave without Charles you weren’t sure how you’d cope with it. You never imagined having to do this without him.

“I’m so sorry Y/n,” Charles choked out, words muffled from where he pressed his face into your hair. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

You pulled back, quickly wiping away a stray tear before he could see. “Why are you sorry?”

“Because this is your worst fucking nightmare.”

Well, you couldn’t argue with that. It was your worst nightmare, except it was double the horror because you didn’t even have Charles by your side to help you through it.

“Why didn’t you call?” you asked instead. “Or even text me?”

Charles looked away guiltily, but he didn’t take a step back. If anything he held you tighter, like he thought you were going to try to escape him any minute. Little did he know you didn’t want to be anywhere but his arms right now.

“I didn’t think you wanted to see me,” he admitted quietly. “It’s my fault this is happening. We were too careless. I was too careless, and encouraged you to be as well, even though I knew what was on the line for you. This happened because of me.”

You were shaking your head before he even finished speaking. “Charles none of this is your fault. I knew what I was doing getting involved with you. Both of us are responsible.”

Yet only one is suspended, a vicious voice hissed in your mind.

You tried pushing it away, not wanting any bitter feelings to ruin the moment. Unfortunately Charles knew you, and he noticed the sudden shift, eyebrows furrowing.

“What is it?”

You swallowed, unsure if you should tell him or not. It wasn’t his fault he wasn’t suspended, he shouldn’t be blamed for it, but you couldn’t help resenting him a little bit for it. It was wrong, you knew that, but it was how you felt.

“I was suspended.”

Charles opened his mouth and closed it again, an unreadable expression on his face.

“I know,” was his eventual answer.

“And you weren’t.”

Pain briefly flashed across Charles’ voice, his voice strained as he spoke. “I know. I’m sorry. I tried to talk them out of it but they said because we weren’t together anymore the risk of secrets spilling was higher and-”

“You talked to them?” you asked, surprised.

Charles looked almost hurt at the shock on your face. “Of course I did, Y/n. This isn’t fucking fair. If I can help you I’ll do it, even if we’re no longer together.”

You kissed him then. You weren’t sure how it happened. You just felt this overwhelming warmth at his words, this feeling of love filling you to the brim, begging to be released but you didn’t know how to except with this. With a kiss worth a thousand words, telling him everything you couldn’t say in person, all your doubts and insecurities and love love love.

Charles kissed you back just as deeply, hands cradling your face like you were something fragile. Like you were precious, something he wanted to keep forever in his arms, never let go of. Like he loved you just as much as you loved him, even now. Even after everything.

When you both pulled back there was a hesitant hope in your eyes. You’d understand if Charles didn’t want you again, if he just kissed you back in the heat of the moment. You’d hurt him, and now you wanted him back. It was understandable if he wanted nothing to do with you. It would break your heart, of course, but you’d understand and you wouldn’t fight it.

Except Charles was smiling, which wasn’t something someone would do if they were about to break up with you. Even though you weren’t even together.

“I love you, Y/n,” Charles breathed, cupping your face. “I understand if you don’t want to, but please, let me be with you again.”

Your heart gave a little squeeze. “You still want to? Even after all I did, after everything, you still want to be with me?”

Charles smiled, pressing his forehead against yours. “Of course.”

You opened the door to your hotel, hand in hand with Charles.

“Y/n, you’re back, we were starting to worry-”

Lando stopped speaking, jaw hanging open as he stared at Charles, distrust and confusion clear on his face. As if his silence was some indicator of danger, the three other men bounded into the living room, expressing similar shock to Lando at the sigh of Charles next to you.

“You bastard,” Yuki muttered, lunging forward to- well, you weren’t even sure what he was intending to do; tackle him maybe?- but Oscar grabbed the hem of his shirt, keeping him away.

Charles looked at them sheepishly, giving a little wave. “Hey guys.”

George looked at you. “So are you two dating again?”

You nodded silently, but couldn’t stop the smile forcing its way onto your face.

George sighed. “Fucking finally. Pierre had been harassing me constantly about it.”

“He was what?!” Charles squawked incredulously.

George, sensing he had made a mistake, kept his mouth shut.

You didn’t care though. All you could care about was that you had Charles with you, by your side, and he’d be with you while you sorted this mess out, got your career back on track and made sure no team or media would fuck with you again. You had him for every moment in the future, every night as you went to sleep and every morning as you woke up. You had him for every race, every dinner, every anniversary.

That was all for the future though. Right now you just wanted to hang out with your friends, and your boyfriend, who regardless of everything that had happened was here with you. Who cared for you, loved you, wanted to be with you, even after everything.

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #yuki tsunoda #george russell #lando norris #oscar piastri #pierre gasly #ferrari #aston martin #driver

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simp-and-shift · 1 year

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grid mom: instagram au

paring: f1 x driver!reader

summary: the ultimate mom friend

warning: none

y/n.y/l/n

y/n.y/l/n: family dinner 💓

danielricciardo: great night!

user7: love when the grid hangout

charlesleclerc: thx mom

y/n.y/l/n: I hate this joke.

landonorris: my place next

maxverstappen1: no

alexalbon: no

georgerussell: no

kimiraikkonen no

y/n.y/l/n: kimi?

f1: the fam 💓

danielricciardo

danielricciardo: help! my mom took me to a bookstore

user3: adorable

landonorris: loser

y/n.y/l/n: lando

landonorris: sorry Dan 😔

y/n.y/l/n: I feel like everyone should know dan got "they both die at the end" saying that it cant be true

danielricciardo: WHY WOULD YOU MAKE THAT THE TITLE, IT HAS TO BE FAKE

lewishamilton: imma tell him

y/n.y/l/n: don't

y/n.y/l/n

y/n.y/l/n: life of a grid mom ep.2,630

charlesleclerc: really !?!?

y/n.y/l/n: payback for waking me up at THREE IN THE MORNING

user5: why is this so cute 😍

danielricciardo: landos hair😳

user4: what was carlos doing

y/n.y/l/n: complaining 🙄

lando.jpg

lando.jpg: happy (grid) mothers day

y/n.y/l/n: thx?

landonorris: YOU ARE WELCOME 😊

danielricciardo: love you mom !!

carlossainzjr: best grid mom ever

maxverstappen1: grid mom is best mom

f1: We heard it is (grid) Mothers day, so shout out to the best grid mom and amazing driver Y/N ❤️

landonorris: YESSSS

pierregasly: half the gird would be dead with out y/n

yukitsunoda: including you?

pierregasly: especially me

y/n.y/l/n: what is happening 😳

y/n.y/l/n

y/n.y/l/n: my kids (i guess) 😊

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faithshouseofchaos · 8 months

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I told you so— little wolf x Oscar piastri

Tagged— @80sloverry @toasttt11 @lollypop90907 @norrisleclercf1 @norizznorris @charmisticdisappointment @badassturtle13 @ladymarvel27

I’m painfully American can y’all tell also I think my writing is improving some what 🤷‍♀️

You, Daniel, and Scotty were in deep shit you knew were because y’all did the one thing you were told not to and now two of you were hurt. You ended up with two broken ribs and Scotty ended up with a concussion and a sprained ankle when he used you as a landing pad.

“Aww mate Chloe is going to kill me ”

“You think Chloe is going to be mad Heidi is going to lecture me about being more responsible I’m the oldest for Christ sakes I cannot sit through another lecture”

“What Oscar about you y/n how mad is Oscar going to be?”

“Scotty mate I think your concussion is worse than we think”

“She hasn’t shifted back yet”

“Can’t some of you communicate in wolf form?”

“I’m gonna have to shift to see”

The three of you watched as Daniel shifted and walked over to where you were lying in the grass.

‘Hey, what’s wrong?’ Daniel thought to you

You heard it clear in your mind.

“I think two of my ribs are broken or fractured it just hurts I’m afraid to shift back”

I’m Daniel's head. He heard what you were saying and it just sounded muffled. To Scotty who was watching the whole thing it sounded like a pained whining.

“Oh I’m sorry y/n I didn’t mean to land on top of you”

Daniel shifted back and put his clothes back on. He told Scotty what you had said and went back to you.

“Okay y/n listen to me you're gonna have to shift OK I know it’ll hurt like crazy but it’s the only way you’ll heal, so shift back and then shift again you’ll be okay I’m gonna take as much pain away as I can Scotty toss me that blanket”

Daniel took the blanket and covered up your wolf’s body so when you shifted you would be covered up.

“Ok y/n I’m gonna show you your paw and take away the pain I need you to shift back then shift again and back into a human I know it’s a lot but it’s what you need to do,” Daniel said.

Daniel held your paw and nodded his head telling you to go ahead. Once you felt your pain going away you shifted back.

“Okay okay you’re okay I promise”

Nodding your head you shifted one more time and then back. You let out a sigh and Daniel shook his head.

“I’m okay now”

“Good here get dressed and then you can help me carry Scotty”

After getting dressed you walked over to Danny and Scotty.

“Okay I got the left side you get the right side”

Once the three of you got back to the paddock you were met with Oscar, Heidi, and Chloe standing there arms crossed.

“Anything you wanna tell us?” Chloe asked

“Nope not really”

“Yeah all good here”

“Oh really Scotty come here” Chloe demanded.

The three of you looked at each other with wide eyes. You and Danny removed your arms from the other Australian just for him to fall to the floor.

“See this is why you three are always supposed to be surprised something always happens last time y’all were left alone together you and y/n got picked up by animal control when we were in Miami Florida,” Heidi said lecturing us.

“I told you so,” Danny said looking at Scotty who was still lying on the ground.

“How’d you guys know what happened?” You asked.

“Danny posted the video by accident and we all got the notifications, ” Oscar said.

After being lectured you all went to the hospital to get Scotty checked out and yes he did have a minor concussion and a sprained ankle other than that everything was okay.

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miloformula123fan · 2 months

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Masterlist :)

(coming soon cause i needed to reset it up!)

before requesting, please read my guidelines here :)

alex albon

arthur leclerc

carlos sainz

charles leclerc

daniel ricciardo

esteban ocon

fernando alonso

general

george russell

jack doohan

james vowles

jenson button

kimi raikkonen

lance stroll

lando norris

lewis hamilton

liam lawson

logan sargeant

mark webber

max verstappen

mick schumacher

nico rosberg

oliver bearman

oscar piastri

paul aron

peter 'bono' bonnington

pierre gasly

sebastian vettel

susie wolff

toto wolff

victor martins

yuki tsunoda

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ladymarvel27 · 7 months

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Fernando: If i retire it's going to be the biggest fucking party and you're all invited. Oscar: If? Esteban: Great, the only party I've ever been invited to and he might not even retire.

#fernando alonso #oscar piastri #esteban ocon #f1 incorrect quotes #oconso #fernando x esteban #alpine #alpine renault #aston martin f1 #aston martin #mclaren #mclaren f1 #mclaren racing #mclaren formula 1 #lando norris #f1 #memes #Esteban José Jean-Pierre Ocon-Khelfane

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norrisleclercf1 · 1 year

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What is in that Aston Martin honestly

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racinginchid3nt · 9 months

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I’d Probably Still Adore You | Eight

Y/N x Lance Stroll, Y/N x Lando Norris, Y/N Best Friend x Pierre

Gasly

In which a night at the club and a game of never have I ever turns into something new

Inspired by 505 - Arctic Monkeys

Warnings: some smut, mostly in discussion/description. 18+

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You spent the rest of Wednesday night relaxing in your hotel room. Starting to unpack and hanging your dress up for the event, your phone chimed.

When you checked it, it was Lando, replying to the text he had sent himself.

Smiling to yourself, you weren’t sure how you ended up with a date to tomorrow nights event but you figured if it had to be anyone at least he wasn’t a stranger. Besides Y/N Best Friend would be with Pierre, so you would have someone to talk to besides her.

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Thursday

Thursday morning went by quickly. You had opted to not attend media day. Pierre wasn’t on a panel and instead had individual interviews and team video shoots so there was no need to watch them.

You also took a few work calls, responding to some emails that came in throughout the day. While you had taken the day off, your boss only agreed if you were willing to participate in the two morning meetings. By midday, you were finally free to relax.

Stepping out of you room, you pushed the down button for the elevator. You’d skipped breakfast due to the time change but we’re starving and needed to pick up lunch.

As the doors opened, you saw a familiar face in the elevator.

“Hola Y/N. No sabiá que estabas aquí.” (I didn’t know you were here)

“Hola Carlos. It was kind of a last minute thing.”

“We’ll it’s great to see you. Are you going to the sponsor event tonight?”

“I am. Lando’s picking me up at 7:30.”

“Oh. That makes sense.” He laughingly replied.

Unsure of what he meant, you gave him a confused look.

“Lando told Oscar and I that he had a date last night. We wondered what poor soul he convinced and why he was so happy, but it makes sense that it would be you.”

“Oh uh yeah. We ran into each other last night and he asked.”

“Well I’ll see you tonight.” He replied, before stepping out of the elevator.

He made his way to the front desk, while you continued to the front doors. As you stepped outside you were greeted by a large crowd behind a barrier. Someone must have leaked the drivers hotel. As you pushed through the crowd to try and get to the small bistro you had seen on the way in last night, you were surprised to hear someone scream your name.

“Y/N! Can I get a picture?”

Unsure of what to do or why someone would want a picture with you, you turned and saw a fan in a Ferrari shirt waving at you. Confused you walked up and took a quick selfie. Was this because of that wag post a few weeks ago? You noticed a few other people taking photos of you as you chatted with the girl about the race weekend, before wrapping up and continuing on.

You placed your order to go from the bistro, heading back to the hotel to eat in your room and relax before you needed to get ready. As you sat down to eat and scroll through your phone, you got an Instagram notification that you were tagged in a photo.

Opening the app you saw that you had once again made the wag Instagram. It wasn’t your best picture, makeup free and hair undone, but you hadn’t expected anyone to care about you.

Is this what it’s always like for Y/N Best Friend you thought? You couldn’t escape the stupid wag pages and you weren’t even seeing anyone.

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Lance sat in the car on the way back to the hotel from media day. The break had been nice, but he was ready to be back behind the wheel. Zandvort wasn’t his favorite track, but it certainly wasn’t his least favorite either.

As he sat in backseat of the car, driving the 30km or so back to the hotel, he thought back to the night before. When he arrived at the hotel from the airport, he had seen Y/N. After their hookup before the break, he had expected that to be the end of their interactions. He’d never seen her at a race before that week, so he figured he wouldn’t any time soon.

But to see her getting out of the car with Norris was a shock. While he hadn’t reached out to her after the hookup, she also hadn’t reached out to him. The last thing he expected though was for her to be dating someone already. It had to be serious if they had arrived together, but with less than a month for the break, he questioned how quickly that happened.

He had spent the next week replaying the night over in his mind. And every time a girl flirted with him on break, he couldn’t help but compare her to Y/N. Had she really thought so little of the night that she could move on immediately? During their game at the after party she had said she’d never slept with a driver. Sure Norris has mean’t the question about Pierre when he asked it, but that also mean’t she hadn’t slept with Lando either.

He knew first hand that there was a lot more to hookups besides sex. Just because she hadn’t fucked him didn’t mean she couldn’t have kissed him. Or sucked his dick. And as the thought of her getting on her knees for Norris crossed his mind, the tiniest hint of jealousy bleed through. He had missed out of the chance of that. Missed out on watching those big brown eyes look up at him while he fucked into her mouth. Missed out on watching her swallow down his cum.

He didn’t know much about Norris, but he seemed to have some charm. Lance had seen him leave the club with his fair share of women. What if he had the chance to eat her out? That thought sat even worse. He didn’t like the idea of someone else, much less another driver getting to see her like that. Recalling the look of her glazed over eyes when he tucked her in on the couch, he didn’t like the idea that he wasn’t the only one who had seen her like that.

He wasn’t typically a possessive man, but he also didn’t typically interact much with his occasional flings after the fact. He’d been single for awhile, hooking up here or there as he felt like it, girls aware of the situation, that it would be a one time thing. But for someone else to have made a move on what he viewed to have been his first didn’t sit right with him at all. He knew better then to confront either of them, he had no rights. But why was he upset about that?

Opening up Instagram for the first time in a week, he navigated to her profile. She had posted twice during the break, one a casual photo of her and some friends at dinner, the other a photo of her laying out at the beach. He tried to think back to where Norris had said he was spending the break. He said he was going somewhere warm, and he vaguely recalled an Instagram story of him on a jet ski. Had she gone with him?

Flipping through her story she had only two posts up. One of a photo outside the plane window, showing the dark runway at the Amsterdam airport, and one of what he presumed was her lunch from earlier. Neither of those were helpful in the slightest. He’d already started to edge towards creeper territory, so he might as well take it further.

Navigating to her tagged photos, he saw a new one from earlier that day. It showed a zoomed in photo of her on her phone, hair up in one of those messy clips and in a casual outfit, she seemed to be walking down the street. Reading the caption, it confirmed what he already knew. She was staying at the same hotel as all of the drivers.

Esteban had complained earlier to him that his room was next to Pierre and his girlfriend. Apparently the two had been going at it 24/7 for the past few days. Which meant that she hadn’t flown in with them and wasn’t staying with them. So who was she staying with? He didn’t know what she did for work but highly doubted she had forked over the money for overpriced luxury hotel.

Pulling up to the hotel, he exited the car. Tucking his phone back into his pocket, he thought about the upcoming sponsor event. He’d have to stop by for at least a few hours to socialize. It wasn’t really Fernando’s thing and someone had to represent the team well. At least they would serve dinner he thought to himself, the food was normally good at these things. As he headed up to his room, he ran through the rest of his weekend, analyzing what his engineer had told him earlier, all thoughts of Y/N leaving his head.

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A/N:

I really appreciate the support I’ve gotten on this story so far. If you guys could continue to like, comment, and reblog I would really appreciate it!

#f1 fanfic #lance stroll #lance stroll x reader #lance stroll x y/n #lance stroll x you #pierre gasly #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly x y/n #pierre gasly x you #f1 #lando x reader #lando norris x reader #lando norris #formula 1 #f1 fic #f1 x reader #aston martin #alpine #mclaren

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verstappensrealwife · 3 months

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Home is you - Fernando Alonso x Reader

fluff.

age-gap. not specifically mentioned but the reader is younger.

approx. 1000 words

fernando alonso masterlist - here. f1 masterlist - here.

Seated in the luxurious confines of his private jet, en route to Bahrain for the electrifying Grand Prix season opener, you found yourself ensconced in a cocoon of anticipation and desire. Across from you lounged the man who ignited flames of passion within your soul, his intense gaze igniting a firestorm of longing and yearning deep within you. As you gazed out of the window, ensnared by the mesmerising spectacle of clouds stretching endlessly across the cerulean expanse, his voice, velvety and laden with desire, pierced through the tranquil ambiance.

“Go on a date with me,” he murmured huskily beside you, his words dripping with an intoxicating blend of sincerity and playful allure.

You turned to him, a soft laugh escaping your lips at the unexpected proposition. “Pardon?” you replied, your voice laced with amusement and a hint of teasing.

“Please~ go on a date with me?” he pleaded, his smile infused with the heady scent of whiskey that hung in the air, a testament to his valiant efforts to ease his nerves during the flight.

Amused by his endearing persistence, you leaned in closer, revelling in the magnetic pull between you. “I don’t know if my dad will approve of you, sir,” you teased, a mischievous glint dancing in your eyes.

“What!” he exclaimed, his offence giving way to a grin of delight. “Let me talk to your dad, sweetheart, I’m sure I could convince him.”

After a brief pause, he regarded you with a dreamy expression, his eyes alight with adoration. “You’re pretty,” he declared softly, his gaze tracing the contours of your face with reverence. “D- Do you have a boyfriend, pretty?” he hiccupped slightly, his smile widening with each passing moment.

You nodded, a tender smile playing on your lips. “A husband, actually,” you replied, your tone infused with affection and determination.

His brow furrowed in confusion, his expression a mixture of disbelief and jealousy. “Leave him, be with me!” he urged, his words slurred with the remnants of alcohol. “Who is this man?” he demanded, his concern palpable.

With a knowing smile, you retrieved your phone, turning the screen towards him to reveal his own reflection staring back at him. “Wh- Wait, I am your husband!” he exclaimed, realisation dawned on him. “So can we go out on the date I planned?”

You nodded in agreement, squeezing his hand affectionately before attempting to release it. However, he held on tightly, his grip a reassuring anchor in the swirling sea of emotions.

Later, in the privacy of the opulent hotel room, he began to sober up (barely), the lingering effects of alcohol fading away as he prepared for the evening ahead. With meticulous care, he adorned himself in his finest attire, his efforts a testament to his unwavering devotion to you. As you emerged from the bathroom, your beauty was enhanced by the artful application of makeup, his breath caught in his throat, his heart swelling with an overwhelming surge of desire.

“Whoa… Hola Cariño,” he joked, his voice husky with desire as he approached you, his hands tracing the curves of your body with electrifying precision. “I could just cancel dinner, then we could skip right to dessert?”

You blushed, a playful glint dancing in your eyes. “Shut up,” you countered, a coy smile playing on your lips. “But no— I just dressed up all nice for you— so you are gonna wine and dine me.” With a gentle press of your hands against his chest, you planted a tender kiss on his cheek, his grin widening as he playfully smacked your ass before guiding you towards the door, anticipation burning like a blazing inferno between you.

Under the soft glow of twinkling fairy lights strung overhead, you and your partner find yourselves nestled in a cozy corner of the enchanting garden café. The air is still alive in the evening, with the melody of chirping birds and the gentle rustle of leaves, lending an ethereal quality to the evening.

As you sip on glasses of sparkling champagne, your fingers intertwined with Fernando's, you can't help but marvel at the sheer magic of the moment. Across the table, his eyes sparkle with affection, mirroring the starlight above as he leans in closer, his breath mingling with yours in a sweet symphony of intimacy.

With a playful twinkle in their eye, your partner reaches for a delicate rose nestled in a vase on the table, presenting it to you with a flourish. "For the most beautiful woman I've ever set my eyes on," He whispers, his voice a tender caress against your ear.

Your heart swells with warmth as you accept the flower, its petals soft beneath your fingertips. "Thank you," you murmur, your voice filled with gratitude and love.

Together, you share laughter and stories, each moment infused with a sense of joy and wonder. The world fades away as you lose yourselves in each other's company, the hours slipping by unnoticed in the embrace of your love.

As the night deepens, he rises from his seat, extending a hand towards you with a smile. "May I have this dance?" he asks, his eyes sparkling with mischief and longing.

You accept with a smile, rising gracefully to your feet as he leads you to a makeshift dance floor bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. With gentle movements and whispered promises, you sway together in perfect harmony, lost in the rhythm of the music and the embrace of each other's arms.

In that moment, time stands still, and all that exists is the two of you, wrapped in a cocoon of love and affection. With every step, every touch, you feel your bond deepening, your souls intertwining in a dance as old as time itself.

As the song draws to a close, you find yourselves reluctant to part, the magic of the evening lingering like a sweet, lingering dream.

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mysteryofpeach · 5 months

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Home - (Lando Norris/Martin Garrix)

Lando and Martin are my Roman Empire and there are only like three fics, so I had to take matters into my own hands. Haven't written anything in years, so please be kind :)

Home a word with a lot of different meanings. Home can be a place, a feeling, an experience or a person. For some people their home never changes, it’s a definite thing, a constant in their lives, something they always come back to. For other people it changes, they keep finding new homes, always on the look for something new that makes them feel at home. There are people who haven’t found their home yet, they are still searching, looking, longing for something or someone that makes them feel at home. And there are people who never thought of or questioned what their home is.

Lando never questioned what his home was. Growing up karting and chasing his dream of becoming a Formula 1 driver, he was never in one place for a long time. Going back home meant going back to the UK, to his family and friends. That was his home, or at least he thought so, he didn’t question it. After his Formula 1 career started, he bought his first own home. His own house, a home. The few months he had to stay home during covid made him think it was his home. But as soon as the season restarted and he was off traveling it didn’t feel like home anymore. Then Monaco became his home. Monaco didn’t feel like home either. His family and closest friends weren’t there, his work wasn’t close and he didn’t even speak the language. He tried to make it feel like home, setting up his simulator and gaming equipment, going out with friends, having all his cars there. But it still didn’t feel like home. So what was his home? Racing? For a while he thought it was. He surely spent more time at race tracks than anywhere else. Being in a racing car could be his home. It made him feel free, in control and weirdly enough, it made him feel safe. Nothing could beat the feeling of the lights going out and hitting the gas pedal. The adrenaline he felt during a race made him feel more alive than anything else in the world, but it still didn’t make him feel at home. Racing may be his passion, his dream, his purpose, but it wasn’t his home. He had other hobbies: golfing; padel; gaming; streaming; photography, but they weren’t home either. So what does a person that hasn’t found their home yet do? They keep busy. Keeping himself busy was easy for Lando. Most of his time was spent on Formula 1: he had to train, debrief, discuss strategies, give interviews, race and travel. The perfect job to keep someone who is always restless busy. But what about his off time? He had responsibilities for Quadrant, he liked to game with his friends, sometimes he would stream, he would try spending some quality time with family and friends. Technically he was always busy, he gets to do his dream job, he gets to travel and see the world, he had his own E-Sporting brand, has a jaw dropping car collection and family and friends that support him, so why was he still feeling so restless? He had all of that, he travelled the entire world, he should have found his home by now, or not? He didn’t mind, as he didn’t like to complain when he had all of that. But you can’t miss something you never had.

He finally realized what he was missing on a sunny August day in Ibiza. It hit him harder than all the crashes he had during his racing career. It made his heart beat faster than any race start or overtake he experienced. It made him feel warm and safe. Even though Ibiza in August is known to be hot, he felt a heat like never before, and he has been in much hotter places. Meeting Martin was that one moment in his life that changed it forever. He knew that as soon as he set his eyes on him and saw his smile, heard his laugh and held eye contact with him. His world stopped for a second. Normally it would only stop in these few seconds before the lights go out. But this time it wasn’t a race, it was a person that made him feel like that. Martin had a smile that made you feel warm inside, one that you couldn’t get enough of, one that reached his eyes, one that made everyone else smile as well, that was one of the first things Lando noticed about him. Martin smiled and everyone else around him started smiling as well, as if he lit up the room, which he did, at least Lando thought so. He also thought about how he wanted to be the reason for that smile. The next thing he noticed, or heard, was his laughter. It was music to his ears. When they finally got introduced, Lando felt nervous, but not in the bad way, in the best way possible. He remembers it so well, but it still felt like a blur. He remembers shaky giggles, smiles so big you couldn’t see their eyes and a connection he never felt before. He also remembers how he lay in bed that night and couldn’t stop thinking about him, his eyes, his smile, his laughter, his warmth and the energy he radiated. All of it, all of him, consumed him in a way he never experienced before. He was feeling so many things at once, it became overwhelming. He didn’t know what he was feeling, but what he did know was that he wanted, no he needed, to get to know him more, spend more time with him. And that’s what he did. They went on helicopter and boat rides, dj’ed and partied together, went on vacations, watched the northern lights together, met each other’s friends and families, supported each other’s passions. Lando got to know Martin, his hobbies, his interests, his fears, his routines, his dreams, his icks, his dislikes, all of him. And during all of that he noticed something about himself, he didn’t feel restless anymore. He felt content. When he was with Martin he could be himself, he could be carefree. Being with Martin made him feel like he was on top of the world and like anything was possible, as long as he is by his side. And even though he felt like he could conquer the world with Martin by his side, he didn’t feel the need to, because Martin was his world now. For the first time in his life he didn’t feel like he had to chase anything in order to stop being restless. He didn’t have to look any longer for that one thing that was missing in his life. It took him a while to realize, but his restlessness was the result of not having a home, a home where he truly belongs, no matter if he is racing, with his family and friends or just wanting to relax. Somewhere along the boat and helicopter rides, parties, races and vacations he realized that he finally found what he was missing. And now as he is looking at Martin sleeping next to him, he knows he found his home.

#lando norris #martin garrix #norrix #lando and martin #lando norris imagine #lando norris fanfic #Martin garrix fanfic #lando norris x martin garrix

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I want you to be the one ... || Lando Norris 4

I'm in a drabble mood! Finally something's out again, sorry to make you wait so long. I just wanted to write something, because I feel like I haven't written in ages because life's being a bitch right now. Anyway, who's also down for some DJ Lando stuff, because lately, damn. Not proofread!!!

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DJ-ing, one of Lando Norris’ new hobbies ever since he and Martin Garix crossed paths after the Dutch Grand Prix. A DJ set for on the road became his new favorite occupation during long flights. The remaining time he’d spend listening to music, scrolling through Instagram, watching YouTube videos.

It was after the Austin Grand Prix where the two of you met, him entertaining the crowd with his music. You are sipping your drink, watching the crowd from the VIP area you were standing at.

You were a singer, not big, yet, but you were working on it. You had just released your first album, and you felt your fandom growing, as well as your name. You had been invited to the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix, which you gladly accepted, being a Formula One fan yourself.

You raised your drink up in the air, dancing along the music the McLaren driver was blasting through the boxes, the crowd cheering at all the songs. Martijn was watching you, since you were one of his close friends as well. He saw how you were enjoying your time, a proud smile on his face. He had watched you grow, from a young girl that loved to sing, to a woman that was slowly becoming one of the best artists in the world.

‘’What?’’ You were eyeing the Dutch DJ, an eyebrow raised as a smirk appeared on your lips. ‘’Nothing, just glad to see you’re enjoying your time here.’’ He smiled back, winking at you before taking the wheel from Lando.

You and Lando had met just before the party, since he arrived just as you and Martijn were talking. You couldn’t lie, the guy was handsome, sexy even, and him being a DJ and interested in music made you like the driver even more.

‘’That was a hell of a session.’’ You shot a nice smile to the 22-year-old Formula One driver, receiving a mischievous smirk in return. ‘’Thanks, I learned from the best.’’

The rest of the night consisted of dancing, drinking, and being a little too close to the Brit, which you didn’t really mind, and neither did he.

‘’We shouldn’t let anyone find out about this.’’ You whispered; lips pressed against Lando’s as he pushed you against the wall. For sure the both of you had a little too much to drink, causing you to end up in his bed in his room of the Hilton Hotel.

‘’I know, they won’t...’’ He mumbled as his hands moved their way up, quickly taking off your clothes because they had been on your body long enough according to the McLaren driver.

You had kept in contact but promised to not tell anyone about your little hook up, not even Martijn. However, it never stayed with just one hook up. The both of you saw it as a way to relax, and it definitely helped both teams.

Lando was more relaxed at the track, even when people threw hate at him, mostly online. Ever since his breakup with Luisa he had changed, in a good way, according to you. He was more relaxed, more open for new things, spending more time with his friends and just generally happier. The hookups the two of you had just expanded those feelings.

You were also more relaxed going into stressful meetings about your new album, a possible upcoming tour and more PR related things such as interviews and talk shows.

It was at the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix when you saw him again, dressed in his race suit, the black fireproof top doing his golden tan good justice. His curly hair quite messy, due to the high humidity at the track, it only made you think of moments you were the one to be responsible for the messy hair, and not the weather. You bite your bottom lip at the image, and simply take a deep breath to shake those thoughts out of your mind.

The day went by quickly, and you hadn’t gotten the chance to talk to Lando a lot due to the fact he was quite busy. It was only at the after party when you got the chance to talk to the P3 man himself.

‘’Congrats on your podium.’’ You embraced the Brit in a hug, the scent of his Dior Sauvage perfume filling your nostrils immediately. God, so good.

‘’Thanks, glad to have you here to witness that.’’ He smiled, his hand moving towards your lower back to guide you to the VIP area of the party.

‘’Let’s make this party one to remember.’’

‘’Definitely.’’

After a few too many drinks, you and Lando found yourself in a familiar situation, tangled up with each other, hands all over each other, lips smashing together. But that’s it, nothing more than kisses and cuddles, no sex.

‘’I’ve been wanting to ask you something.’’ He whispered in between kisses, making you pull him even closer to you.

‘’Couldn’t you’ve done that when we were both sober?’’ You groaned as your hands cupped his cheeks, your lips disconnecting so you could look into his eyes.

‘’I don’t know if I would have the guts to do it sober.’’ He slurred, a sigh escaping his lips, followed by his tongue wetting his perfectly swollen lips.

‘’Lando…’’ You whispered, not actually believing what was happening right now. ‘’No, please let me finish.’’ He says, his hand raising, index finger sticking up to place it against your lips.

‘’I have been thinking for a while now, and I’m sure now, I think.’’ He started. ‘’I want to take things to the next level, you know? I’ve been doing it for a while now and I want you to be a part of this journey with me.’’ He mumbled, his finger still in front of your lips.

‘’I want you to be the one, I want to make a remix of a song of yours.’’ He then says, smiling up at you. You did the same, a big smile making him remove his index finger for it to be replaced with his lips.

‘’Yes, that would be freaking awesome.’’ You whispered against his soft lips. ‘’Hopefully we’ll remember this deal tomorrow morning.’’ You mumbled as your hands reached for his hair.

‘’Oh trust me, I’ll remember.’’ And this was just the beginning, the beginning of a partnership, and not just in the studio.

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