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lost in japan — lando norris

lando norris x you (femreader) | 3.8k summary – a convincing late night call and a flight to japan. warnings – 18+ (sex, coarse language) inspo – ‘i like being close to you. you’re warm’ for the #monzamashspecial and that shawn mendes song – you know the one. masterlist

“Fly out and see me…”

“You know I can’t, Lando.”

This had been the back and forth for nearly half an hour, like a painfully long rally in tennis and neither one of you wanted to give up the point. Lando had been out in Japan for nearly a week, 5 days and counting and before that, Singapore and before that, Italy for training. He had always been at peace with the time he spent away from home, because up until now it had never really been a problem. Jet-setting across the globe, living out his childhood dream – on top of the world. Chained to nothing and nobody.

But then you showed up in those leather pants; it was all by coincidence and he was in trouble from the very beginning. He liked you. A lot. And you liked him but that one night on a breezy street corner in Melbourne had changed his perspective. Skewed beyond recognition, because now he had someone to miss. Someone who influenced his happiness, his contentedness and that was you. You had snapped up a spot in his cold, precious heart that he had guarded, locked away safely so he didn’t have to wake up to that sinking feeling in his gut, or look at his phone and have his mood drop when he didn't see your name in his notifications.

He was forlorn without you and even though it made him sick that he had ended up like this, he loved it. He took the good with the bad, every chance to hear your voice made it worthwhile and much to your surprise, you felt the same. Infatuated and swept up in this new romance.

“Why not? If you give me a really good answer, I’ll stop asking,” Lando bartered as he trudged around his hotel room, kicking articles of clothing towards his empty suitcase in an attempt to clean up the mess he’d made over the last couple of days.

“Well for starters I have this thing called a job… I have responsibilities and I have my houseplants – you know how much they mean to me.”

A small smirk tugged on the corners of your mouth when Lando rolled his eyes, brow quirked. Even the shaky camera was able to capture his distain for your answer but he quickly bounced back, knowing that he wasn’t completely out of the fight if it was a couple of replaceable pot plants keeping you from dropping everything to see him. Surely he meant more than that.

“You love me way more though.”

“Definitely not,” You scoffed playfully and adjusted the loose, somewhat revealing top you'd been sleeping in before this late night call, “But I do miss you a tiny bit…”

Lando’s frown softened at your confession, one he’d been patiently waiting to hear. I miss you too; he sighed and walked into what looked like a bathroom, carefully balancing the phone on a shelf beside the mirror.

He was an enigma the night that you met him; a friend of a friend of a friend, someone had said when introducing the two of you at a swanky restaurant in the heart of the city. You had wondered why there was a last minute invite sent your way that afternoon, until your friend explained that her new work friend wanted to show their friend who had just flown in from England a good time. It was a confusing web of acquaintances but you agreed, knowing that whatever she had organised would be worthwhile attending.

Little did you know that the friend would have something to do with why your street was shut down for a week, making your daily commute fifteen minutes longer than normal. But when you looked into those stormy blue, or maybe they were hazel eyes, and grasped the hand he was holding out for you to shake, you didn’t care. In fact, nothing really mattered after the two of you pulled up a seat at the long table and continued chatting, drawn together.

“See something you like? …”

Lando’s tinny voice pulled you out of your daydreaming and snapped your eyes back to your screen. You cleared your throat and tucked a couple of stray hairs behind your ear as you watched him change out of his Phoenix suns shirt; his rippling muscles contracting caught your attention, perfectly sculpted under is sun-kissed skin. Beneath all the boyish charm and dripping sarcasm, he was sexy. And it was taking everything in your power not to give in and book a plane ticket to Japan as soon as possible.

“Nothing in particular but I do like that shirt,” You deflected with a smirk, wanting nothing more than to be crawling your lips all over his skin, tasting the cool mint mouthwash he was swirling and spitting out in quick succession.

“Might have to steal it when I see you next.”

“Which will be…?” Lando teetered off, hoping for sooner rather than later but you simply shrugged and closed your eyes, exhaling so deeply that a whistle rang through your nostrils.

Lando could tell you were battling internally with the idea, knowing that you wanted to see him just as much as he ached to see you. It’d been too long and with your situationship being so new, so hot – he was desperate to lock in a time or have at least a crumb to cling onto if nothing else. But he needed to be gentle, patient while you worked through all of the metaphorical plates spinning in your head.

“You can steal all of my shirts when you get here,” He sweetly stated, his attention full focused on your solemn expression, “Look, what day suits you the best and I’ll work around that.”

He was serving the ball in your court now, with the promise of taking care of everything else so you didn’t even have to think about it. Make the fleeting decision and the rest will be sorted. Except for the glaringly obvious hurdles you’d have to jump over to get the time off work that you knew Lando wanted you to have.

“Maybe Saturday…”

Lando groaned at your response, “But I’ll be busy all day Saturday.”

“Doing what?” You teased; lip firmly gripped between your front teeth as Lando rolled his eyes and ran his fingers through his messy hair in frustration.

“Ha-ha. Very funny,” He grumbled and titled his head back, chin and jawline tensed as he groaned loudly into the dark bedroom he was sitting in, “Come on – I’m blue-balling out here and you’re not here to help me… It's not fair.”

“Oh, so you just want me for sex?”

Lando’s eyes narrowed and a small smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth as he planned his next move, “No,” He sheepishly whispered, “But also not no… But definitely not just for sex because that would be wildly perverse and disgusting – promise.” Cheeky fucker.

You hummed, “Just so we’re clear, I’d just be coming out for the sex. Nothing more than that – can’t stand you, actually. Absolutely gross.”

Not even a beat passed before Lando's loud, high-pitched laugh filtered through your air pods, hand barely covering his face. The other was in your face, middle finger perfectly framed on your screen while you sat back and enjoyed the sound you’d missed so much; his laugh alone made you chuckle and forget all about your worries.

“Fuck you,” He cheekily retorted, wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, “But what I’m hearing is that you’re coming out… I’m booking you a ticket right now so keep an eye out for the email, baby.”

Baby.

“Baby?” You asked, eyebrow quirked with intrigue.

“Shit, sorry…” Lando cursed under his breath, cheeks reddening as he clicked away on his phone, “It slipped out. Is it bad?”

You shook your head and balanced your chin on your knuckles, “No, I like it – makes me feel like we’re more than just strangers fucking around.”

“Oh yeah? And is that something you want to feel or?”

Now he was just being cocky.

It was your turn to roll your eyes and scowl, “Don’t push it, baby.”

“You can’t go calling me that with that tone and not be naked in this bed right now… You’re killing me.” His voice was strained, eyes dark.

You simply smiled and winked, “I will be soon.”

“Cannot fucking wait.”

It was raining in Osaka when you landed; the red eye flight causing your eyes to flutter close as you slumped in the back seat of the cab, silent. Bright headlights from the heavy traffic flashed behind your eyelids as the driver slowly made his way through the city streets, stopping every two seconds for pedestrians. You were in a foreign country; one you’d never visited before but you felt calm, safe to completely relax after the tenuous eleven hour flight.

Lando had messaged you the address to the hotel he was staying at and let you know he’d left his spare key card for you downstairs at reception. You shyly asked the attendant for the card he left, feeling a little dirty at the insinuation that you were there for a good time, not a long time. A thought entirely in your own head as the young lady gave you a polite smile and sent you on your way.

Because of Lando’s efforts to go above and beyond making your journey as stress-free as possible, you hadn’t bothered messaging him when you landed or even checked to make sure he was at the hotel. Only having carry-on gave you the freedom to jump off the plane and into a cab – no time to really think about the logistics that you had been reassured were taken care of. All you could think about was the instinctual pull you felt to get to him as quickly as you could.

Maybe you should’ve messaged. Given him the heads up as you tiptoed through the long hallway, past the large lounge room and kitchen that was bigger than your own back home. It was massive and as expected, exuding luxury. You could tell from the facetime yesterday that he was living large in the penthouse suite, indulging in all the lavish things life as a professional athlete promised. It was too much but you weren’t complaining when you touched the plush robes hung up on the back of the bedroom door or when you saw how huge, and enticing the bed was.

You let your mind wander to the possibility that maybe, just maybe you could get used to this but as soon as that thought emerged, you flicked it away. The gentle sound of running water echoing drew your attention to the door on the other side of the room, closed and most likely locked for privacy, or so you assumed.

Your feet were gliding you towards the sound, hand reaching for the handle before your brain had even registered what you were doing. Impatience and temptation were fuelling all of your movements as you clicked open the door and let out a cloud of steam, warmth instantly hitting your face as you took a couple of steps over the threshold.

“Hello?” You softly called out, not wanting to startle Lando but failing as you heard a shallow gasp from behind the steamed glass. His hand hit the pane and smudged away the moisture obstructing his sight, his narrowed eyes bloodshot from the water but he could see you, wondered for a second if you were a ghost in the fog but grinning when he realised you were here. Really here.

“Holy shit…” He breathed out and pushed open the glass door, thrilled that you were already unzipping your jeans and tugging the tight shirt from your shoulders. He didn't even have to ask.

“You scared the absolute shit out of me.”

He almost giggled as you skirted your underwear down your legs, the cool air sending chills down across your skin, “Let me in, quick!”

Lando moved aside with another chuckle, hands grasping your waist as you searched for warmth, a sigh of relief exhaled when you felt the hot water rushing over your back, eyes closed and skin tingling from the gentle touches trailing down your spine. You fluttered your eyes open; smile etched on your face as you looked up and took in your surroundings. Took in him.

“Hello.”

“Hi.”

Lando whispered back as you reached out and placed your hands on his chest that was glimmering with water droplets the same size of his birth marks and freckles. Misshapen and lovely. The scent of lemon and sandalwood mingling together filled the air, his skin still slick and soapy from being interrupted mid-shower but he didn't care. Not one bit.

Your fingers danced across his beating heart, tracing small circles on his shoulder before gazing up through your lashes, smile coy.

“I made it…”

“You did… and you’re real,” So real he could feel you and see, for the first time in over a month, how you reacted to his touch.

“How are you real?”

“That’s way too philosophical for my mushy brain so just shut up and kiss me, please,” You teased, tone soft and arms snaking around his waist to bring his body closer; chest stuck perfectly against yours.

“That I can do,” Lando sang back as he grasped your slack jaw in his hands and pulled you in, lips tied in a wistful kiss.

It wasn’t an ordinary kiss. It was a Lando kiss, which up until this point in your life you’d never experienced before now. You felt sparkly, giddy yet set alight, burning with desire – all rolled into one wild emotion. At first you mistook it for lust, merely a physical attraction that would slowly fade away, never felt again. But it was lust disguised when you felt it for the second time and then the third and forth time, the fifth and so on.

The feeling never faded and remained even when you were miles away, kissing through the phone and pretending you were together, touching one another. Chasing that feeling over and over again.

His lips moved so perfectly with yours, in sync and the taste on his tongue reminded you of a warm summers day down on the beach, cocktail in one hand and his fingers intertwined in the other. It was visceral and destined, like you’d kissed him a million times before; but what you were doing with him was all so new, so fresh, so fucking exhilarating that you hadn’t even realised he’d moved his lips to your neck, the soft spot beneath your ear being gently nibbled by his sharp teeth.

“You smell so good... like the first night we fucked,” Lando mumbled against your supple skin, eliciting the tiniest whimper to slip from your parted lips as he brushed the palms of his hands over your perky nipples.

“Hello to you,” He whispered, pressing a soft, smirking kiss to the top of your left boob before moving to the right, “And hello to you.”

“Oh my god,” You groaned at his words, barely slapping his bicep but still making him flinch, as his breathy giggle fanned across your chest, “Such a dork.”

Lando removed his lips, reluctantly and stood up straight again, slightly towering over your smaller frame, “I remember you saying that you liked that about me…” He defended and suggestively winked, slowly walking you out from underneath the stream of water and towards the shower wall.

“I think it came up when you were touching yourself and moaning my name… Maybe? Can’t quite recall,” He toyed, knowing exactly what had happened last week when you texted him, ‘call me asap’ in the middle of the night.

“You are doing a lot of talking for a guy who replied with ‘I’m watching the new episode of Mandalorian, can’t call’, after I sent you a photo of me literally naked… You know what, maybe I should leave you hanging, now that you’ve so kindly brought it up.”

The whiny protest and strain in Lando’s eyes softened when he felt your hand graze his thigh, fingernails lightly scratching the skin so close to where he had been aching for you. He gasped at the sensation, starved of anyone’s touch besides his own for far too long. Your eyes met in the middle, a humorous smile twitching on the ridge of your mouth when he sucked in a deep breath and his bottom lip with it as you wrapped your hand around him, twisting gently.

Long strokes sent his eyelashes fluttering shut as he pushed you against the wet titled wall; skin slapping as your back made contact. His head was titled back from the pleasure coursing through his veins, somehow still attached to his body as he let out a strangled moan. He couldn’t think straight – the words magnificent and mind-blowing tumbling around his empty head until he heard a squeak and cracked open his eyes to see you turning around, hands pressed against the crimson tiles.

He noticed a hunger burning behind your stare when you glanced over your shoulder, ass brushing over his cock like a woman starved.

“I’ve been dreaming about this ever since I left your place in London,” You confessed as Lando dipped his head and trailed open-mouthed kisses down your back, "Think about it so much."

“Fuuuck,” He grumbled as you rolled your hips steadily, stroking him between your slightly parted thighs with a raspy moan, “Shower sex specifically?”

Lando’s question was punctuated with his tip nudging forward, gliding over your clit before sinking slowly into your warmth with a gruff exhale, “Shiiit.”

A soft giggle slipped from your lips as you leaned forward and rested your forehead against the wall, droplets of water dripping down the ceramic onto your flushed cheeks. Chills crawled down your spine as Lando roughly grasped your hips, fingertips kneading the skin as he slowly fucked into you.

“Shower sex had crossed my mind but honestly, I imagined it all…”

“Did it feel this good?” Lando asked with a knowing smile on his lips as he rocked into you, slow and steady, sensing that the occasion called for something gentle, "Because it didn't in my imagination." You shook your head and grasped his wrist, needing to feel his large hand on your stomach, “Not even close, baby… I want it all.”

Hearing you stake your claim for his heart and hint that maybe you wanted more than just a couple of one night stands strung together sent a surge of serotonin through Lando's hazy mind. It may have started that way; a subtle mention of 'no strings attached' so you could both keep your hearts safe but the countless hours talking on the phone, venting about your day as if you’d known each other for years proved that it was more. The way his touch set every inch of your skin alight proved to you that he was more.

He was the match to your fuse.

A gasp slipped from your lips when he pulled out, the emptiness feeling like a punishment for god knows what but Lando was quick to spin you around and pin your back against the cold wall, “Need to change it up otherwise we’ll be calling it a night very early.”

“Can’t handle the heat?” You teased, hoisting your leg to wrap around his thigh as he stretched you out again; eyes closing for a split second to adjust to his firm thrust.

“Oh, I’m doing great, pretty girl. Dunno about you though...” Lando whispered the last part as his hand skimmed down between your legs, thumb gliding over your sensitive nub ever so lightly – enough to have you hissing in pleasure.

“I am going so good..." You exhaled, trying to keep your cool but the scrunched up brows and slack jaw exposed you and he couldn't help but admire how fucking beautiful you looked meeting his snapping hips, deliciously synchronised .

"Keep touching me like that.”

You unclasped your claws that were digging into Lando's muscular biceps and slung your arms loosely over his shoulders, chest to chest and you could feel his heart beating. It was pumping under the taut skin, thrumming against your own as he rocked his hips into you, long, teasing strokes that were clouding your mind with all sorts of dangerous thoughts.

“I like being this close to you. You’re so warm and soft and god…” He rambled off with a moan and a gritted smile as you opened your eyes and held his face in your hands, smiling back.

“I like it too.”

The words got tangled in your throat as your nails dug into the back of his head, the pace now quickening to a level you’d never really been before with Lando. Sure, you'd had sex but this was different. It was pent up, building to an unparalleled crescendo that was washing over the both of you quicker than expected. Loud moans being swallowed in a desperate kiss, hands fumbling to grab hold of any inch of skin they could to pull you through your earth shattering high. Screams muted by the sound of running water.

And all you could do was ride it out while Lando held you upright, palms shaky and fingertips barely holding on as he dipped his head into the crook of your neck; curls tickling the sultry skin. The air was thick, humidity making everything sticky as your erratic breaths rattled against one another; chests connected, limbs tangled together as you stood under the water.

Wow, was all Lando rasped with no attempt of untangling himself from your embrace until your trembling fingers traced down his back, nails dragging over his supple skin finall brought him into your vision once again. Eyes misty and tired.

“I’m really pruny.” He stated and held up his wrinkling hand; a shy smile appeared on his plush lips as you laced your fingers with his.

You hummed and tucked a couple of the damp curls that had fallen into his face behind his pointy ears, “Shall I suggest continuing this on that massive fucking bed sitting in the middle of a room that’s bigger than my apartment?”

Lando chuckled and ghosted a soft, heart-racing kiss to your pursed lips as he reached for the towel he’d set out for himself, “It’s stupid how massive it is,” He bashfully confessed, wrapping your shivering body up and guiding you out to the warm bedroom.

“It’s… Lavish and maybe a little silly.”

There was comfortable silence as you glanced around the room again, noticing the pile of clothes that Lando had been kicking around on your call yesterday, “Yeah, sorry about the mess. I was gonna clear up but I didn’t expect you to get in so early tonight – I'm bad with time zones and all that shit.”

“Well you have a lot to keep track of with all the travelling so that’s understandable and don’t worry about the clothes, my floor is ten times worse than this.”

There was something familiar in the way you soothed his nerves and made his anxieties melt away with your words. He liked that about you, that no matter what stupid thing he’d said or done, you were either backing him up or affectionately ribbing him before mollifying his worries.

“Can’t wait to see it in person soon,” Lando blurted out, not even thinking about whether that was something you wanted or if your reassuring words warranted that intense of a response.

But you smiled and nodded, again, easing his blushing cheeks that were still burning from his high only minutes ago. There was a comfortable silence as you stood up from the end of the bed and let him bury you in one of the big, fluffy robes you’d noticed on your way in – the gold italic ‘H’ shining under the down lights as you tied the belt up, watching Lando do the same.

“Very soon, I hope.”

You sealed the promise with a kiss to his bottom lip, praying that you could be more than just a stranger he’d met by happenstance. More than an acquaintance who was simply a way to pass the time while he was away from home. Away from his creature comforts.

And if he did need you in his life like you needed him, then you definitely wanted to be his friend. Maybe more.

a//n – really been feeling the lando bug recently so let me know what you thought of this little one-shot! this will actually be the last of the #monzamashspecial celebrating 700 followers and funnily enough, i just passed 1k this morning, i think? so thank you all so much for the support. i still have a couple of great suggestions that i will get to next so keep an eye for that x masterlist | askbox

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angelrari · 9 months

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emotional bruises · pt. iv

lando norris / carlos sainz x singer!reader

faceclaim: emilia mernes

a/n; hello! i just wanted to tell you i'm travelling so i'll try to update as much as i can, but somedays i won't have access to wifi. i left this part scheduled so i'm sorry if i didn't tag somebody. also there's such a big written part here and i just hope my english is fine! and once again tysm for the comments and reading this! it makes my heart full ❤

ps. carlos is coming i promise!!

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"i don't think lando is a bad guy". you said and jennie quickly raised her gaze. "a terrible boyfriend, but a good person overall".

"y/n, you know there has to be a reason why he decided to say that on tv. and i do agree that he's a nice person to everyone else, but he wasn't to you, at least not during the last months of your relationship".

"i know, but-"

"look. i think there are two- three reasons why he said what he said. one, his pr team are tired and decided to try to save his reputation. two, he's very aware that you two are gonna be in the same city soon and he's gonna hit you up. three, he's trying to get inside your head now you said you're doing well. if there wasn't a reason behind this, he'd skipped the question".

"do you think he wasn't honest then?"

"y/n, has he texted you since that day? when you broke up?" she asked and you quickly shook you head. "then no, he's not being honest. what would've you done if it was the other way around? if it was you and it truly was a mistake?"

"it depends on how he would've reacted, but i've probably tried to save the relationship somehow".

"right. he hasn't. we both know he gave up on this relationship way before that happened. one day you were the love of his life and the next day he didn't remember to text you back. y/n, enough is enough".

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a girl's night out was exactly what you needed (or at least that's what lily thought). so she planned a gorgeous dinner at a fancy restaurant on the rooftop of a huge building and invited kika, heidi and carmen. laughter filled most part of the night (except when your ex was brought up), the bartender kept bringing new cocktails to the table and you swore you hadn't felt this happy in a while.

earlier heidi had figured out you were staying at the same hotel as her (and daniel), so she offered you to join them on their way back as he would be picking her up.

daniel couldn't stop joking about how drunk the both of you were. he adored you, you were always kind and caring, and he always loved your friendship with heidi. so when he realized that you didn't know that lando and you would be staying at the same hotel he decided to keep his mouth shut, knowing it would ruin the night for you.

at the hotel, you hugged your friends as you wished them good night, since they were staying in a different part. you took the elevator and waited until it reached your floor. your heart felt so full because you'd just spent such a wonderful night. but when door's opened and you saw the face of the man you once loved you couldn't stop yourself from saying out loud:

"fuck".

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disneyprincemuke · 6 months

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the great war * mv1

a look into the fight that led to the painstaking breakup

pairings: max verstappen x reader

warnings: a lot of cursing, toxic max, toxic you, mentions of cheating

notes: this is part of midnights!! i've had this fight mapped out in my head for so long that i KNEW i had to include it... take a shot every single time i write “three” or use “what” in dialogue (spoiler alert: you’ll get wasted!!!)

fun fact: i wrote the first half of that night i came home from the club

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you twirl a piece of your hair on your finger, eyes stuck to the screen hanging above you. the headphones sit on your ears comfortably as you bite down on your lip.

in front of you is max’s car being dragged back into the garage by his engineers.

knocked out in p2 for the first time this season, on a track he’s never had much luck with in his career — you can kind of understand why he’d be annoyed. especially when their partner team has made it further than him.

normally, it would have been okay. but this is max’s season as he claims it.

you nod to yourself, and gently take off the headphones. you turn towards the door that leads to the paddocks. there are a few interview panels that max has to go through with the unexpected result.

with all that transpired, max wouldn’t be in the best mood. you’re just trying to make sure that it doesn’t get to his head and doesn’t project it to your conversations later.

your presence in the garage is no longer necessary since max would not bother passing by.

you’re stopped by lily in the paddocks, making some small talk about the restaurant her and alex tried when they arrived a few days ago. you share a laugh about not really knowing how to approach singaporean dishes.

but you agree to try out some local food for breakfast with max if you have the time. immediately, you briskly walk back to max’s driver’s room to make him some coffee.

the jetlag you both get arriving in singapore is never easy, no matter how many times you come back. the visit is always too short to make adjusting your body clock easy.

surprisingly, it doesn’t take him long to make it back.

you can’t decipher what made the process so quick: did he kimi raikkonen his way through it, or have the journalists finally learned their lesson when max has had a bad time on the track?

the frustration on max is obvious. he doesn’t greet you when he comes in, just locks the door behind him and makes a sharp turn for the table to his left.

you were seated on the couch to the right.

you wait to see if max would acknowledge your presence, or at least give some attention to the coffee in the mug on the table. but seconds pass as max organises his items, shoving articles of clothing and fan gifts into his bag without a word.

without even turning to drink the coffee that slowly cools from its hot temperatures.

“i made you coffee,” you mutter, finally standing from your comfortable spot on the couch. you walk towards him and stop in the centre of the room when he sharply turns his head to the mug. “just how you like it.”

“oh, thank you.” he can barely make out a firm sentence, his tone faltering and hands shaking as he reaches out for the mug. “i hadn’t noticed, darling. i’m sorry.”

you nod, whispering a reassuring phrase. something about you understand how he feels. “i’m sorry about qualifying.”

instead of a verbal response, like you’d prefer, he simply shrugs. he turns around to finally face you, hands carefully gripping the hot mug as he blows into it.

you smile slightly and shove your hands into your back pockets. “you know, if you’ve got nothing past 11, i was thinking we go to this place lily told me about. she went with alex a few days ago; i heard the local dishes they serve is really good.”

he shakes his head. “i’m really tired. not tonight, darling, i’m sorry.”

for the first time since he left his race car that night, he finally lifts his blue eyes from his blank stare at the ground to look at you. “maybe we can go on monday before we fly off to japan?”

you jaw hangs low, nodding slowly as you retract back to the couch behind you.

max notes this and finally pushes himself off the table he’s leaning on. “let’s order some food to the hotel after this? they’ve got good options for delivery.”

“sure,” you nod slowly.

you move your gaze away from him, now mimicking the blank stare he had on the ground.

you haven’t been seeing eye to eye lately, even having fought right before flying to singapore. it was about something you can’t even remember now; for all you know, it could’ve been something about the toilet seat being left up.

which, now that you think of it, is what you fought about.

“(y/n).” the mention of your name makes you lift your head up, tilting it to the side to urge him to continue. “you made my coffee with two sugars?”

“what?” your eyebrows furrow very slightly. max has always been particular with the way he drinks his coffee. so you’re very sure that you mixed three sugars in instead of two, a mistake you made earlier in your relationship. “of course, i made it with three. that’s how you like your coffee.”

you watch him take another sip, tongue running over his lips as he deciphers the drink in his mouth. he doesn’t say anything else, but he does put the mug down on the table.

you narrow your eyes into a glare. how different can black coffee be in singapore that the three sugars you put inside make such a difference?

a difference big enough for him to mistake it for two sugars?

you sink into the couch, following max’s every move in the small room. seriously, how different can the coffee be here? and why is it such a big deal that it tastes a little odd?

why couldn’t he have just secretly put in another packet of sugar when you weren’t looking like he used to? does he now enjoy the luxury of pointing out your mistakes because of how long you’ve been together?

“what,” max halts halfway across the room and turns to you, “the fuck are you staring at?”

“i don’t know, the ghost in the corner of the room,” your words drip with sarcasm, noticing the way this changes max’s expression. “obviously you.”

“what is it now?” he sighs impatiently, hands resting on his hips as he leans his weight on one leg.

“what the fuck do you mean?”

“you’re giving me that stupid glare again. when you’re annoyed, you glare at me like that,” he points at you knowingly, “so please. enlighten me as to how i’ve managed that tonight.”

you raise your eyebrow. your heart starts to pound in your chest as you tilt your head in disbelief. “why are you talking like i don’t have a reason to be annoyed at you right now?”

he hums as his eyebrow raises. “you're the one who made my coffee wrong.”

“i made it how you like it.”

“this is not three sugars, (y/n).”

“but it is. i made it, max.”

“i’m sure you did. but this doesn’t taste like three.”

“okay. whatever. i made it with three, though.”

“you know what? fuck you. this isn’t three sugars — i don’t know why you keep trying to defend yourself.”

“and why’d you have to point it out? will it kill you to literally just reach a little to your right in the drawers to add sugar in?” you push yourself off the couch now, hands on your hips as you stare at him. “it’s really not that serious, max.”

he scoffs. “i’ve had a long day, (y/n). seriously, all you had to make was one cup of coffee. it shouldn’t be that hard.”

your eyes widen at his words. you take a daunting step forward and fold your arms over your chest. “i didn’t have to make you that cup of coffee — it was out of courtesy. the least you could have done was say thank you.”

his stare softens, shoulders slumping ever so slightly. as if realisation had dawned on him, “thank you.” he pauses to sigh and the cold demeanour makes its comeback. “for nothing because you didn’t even make it right.”

“what the fuck is wrong with you, max? you’re so fucking dense, you can’t even say thank you anymore?”

“and what for? you’ve become unattentive, (y/n)! you’ve gotten lazy with our relationship!”

“lazy would have been just staying home instead of flying out here with you when i have a big presentation this week! i made the effort to come out here and support you.”

“i told you that you didn’t have to come if it’s too much! you insisted!”

“because i’m your girlfriend! i want to be there for you and make time. but if you don’t appreciate that, then fine. i won’t do it again.”

“that’s not even what i fucking said. come on.”

“but it is what you said. if having me around is more trouble than it’s worth, this will be the last race i’ll be at.”

“this isn’t even about you making time to be here? it’s about how you made my coffee wrong!”

“make your own coffee, then! or maybe you’d prefer if kelly did it for you?”

max closes his mouth as he finds the reply at the tip of his tongue sucked out. he looks at you in disbelief, hands now on his hips as he chews on the inside of his cheek. “what?” he shouts.

it’s been nothing less of a toxic cycle. you fight, you say things you don’t mean, you hurt each other, you cry, and then you make up.

but there’s a feeling you can’t shrug off in your stomach as you exchange strings of frustrated screams in his tiny driver’s room. neither of you notice the figure walking by the window before it briefly turns away when your screams come into range.

not even the fact that there is a group of your friends waiting outside at the rendezvous point in the paddocks, awaiting your arrival to invite you both for dinner.

they’ve just started making their way out after a distraught liam simply shrugs when they ask about your attendance at the gathering. the young driver simply shrugs and tells them that he doubts both of you will make it out tonight.

then they all just turn and make their way out to explore the city.

now, you're across the massage table in max's driver's room. the mention of kelly and your issue with the woman's association with your boyfriend sparked up a bigger fight.

you're no longer fighting about the coffee: now it's about who can hit who the hardest and come out triumphant from this fight.

it's now you versus max.

you lean forward propped up by your palms flat on the table as he stands at the other side waiting impatiently.

"what about that time you went to that party when i was away for a race? i told you not to go, (y/n)! you disappeared on me for hours!" max spits at you, hands thrown in the air as he gets into the fight.

"yeah, cause god forbid i have a life while you're out doing your own thing," you laugh dryly with an eye roll. "can't deal with the fact that my world doesn't revolve around you anymore, max?"

"totally not the point of my argument. you disappeared on me while you were out drunk - think of what could've happened to you. i was so worried."

"worried for my well-being or worried that i was out cheating on you?"

the room falls to silence, max dropping his hands to his side. you purse your lips together as you stare at him, your arms now folded over your chest. "what's wrong, max? hit too close to home?"

"and so what if i thought you were out cheating? it's valid if my girlfriend disappears on me on a night out."

you roll your eyes and wave off his concern. "so you admit - you thought i cheated on you that night. is this why you're always like this? the looming question in your head if i was, in fact, unloyal that night?"

he sighs, shaking his head. he turns away from you as he rubs his forehead in frustration. "what is the point of us having this conversation? this is not what we're fighting about at first."

"look at me and tell me you don't trust me anymore." your voice is tired, now multitudes softer than a few seconds ago. "what is the point of us now that this is what we've come to?"

a small part of you realise that this was the feeling you couldn't shake off when this fight had started. it's the inevitable thought of breaking up that would ease everything between you. after all of this fighting, all these misunderstandings and miscommunication, there's only one way to make it all go away.

your eyes sting as tears fill your eyes. you watch as max drops himself on the couch, leaning into the armrest as he rests his hand in his hands. you trudge over to where he is, head hanging low as you feel a sob shake your chest.

you shake your head and look down, avoiding his eyes as he turns to you when you slowly bring yourself down to the couch. "i can't do this anymore, max."

he doesn't answer immediately. you hear a shakey sigh pass his lips, melting into his couch more. "i'm tired."

your breath hitches with a sob. your head starts to feel light as you cry harder. you still don't look at him. "i think we need to break up."

minutes pass without a response from max. he doesn't even move an inch, his loud breaths and your muffled sobs are the only sounds that surround you.

you don't even notice all the scrambling outside from the team, packing up from their meeting to go back to the hotel.

you lift your head and turn to max. he's angled away from you, his fingers picking at his bottom lip with his tear-filled eyes. his breathing is steady as he stares at the blank dark blue walls.

you remind yourself: no answer is an answer.

so you do what you think is a favour to both of you. you get up and grab your purse from the ground, walking towards the door. the most painful part isn't all that he said to you that night, it's the fact that he just let you walk out without another utter of a word.

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landonorizzz · 3 months

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SUMMARY: pierre is not the boyfriend of the year that everyone thought. his girlfriend is left to fend for herself, fourtunately she seems to have good people in her corner

PAIRING: pierre gasly x ex! fem! ferrari media team! oc , [redacted] x fem! ferrari media team! oc (no faceclaim)

WARNINGS: mentions of cheating, cursing

A/N: im finally after my exams, this is somehow AGAIN - twitter heavy, there's this one twitter thread that is so obvoiusly halfassed, please ignore it :))

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marcilazzaro1 a cheeky lil pitstop in heaven 🤠 see you in singapore

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madi_races what'd you mean pitstop?? i thought LA was the pitstop?

nyoomf1 is that... seb?

mickschumacher 👀

↳ marcilazzaro1 stop acting all mysterious, you were there too

↳ ilpredestinatox sorry what

redclerc is she in Switzerland???

↳ redmilton i mean, it looks like it?

↳ hammertime_1 but why tho

↳ redmilton her and sebastian are friends, it's not like she needs a permission to visit him

forzalec16 girll it's tuesday, aren't you supposed to be IN singapore already??

charles_leclerc still can't believe you didn't take me

↳ marcilazzaro1 yeah, it's not like you have a car to drive this weekend or something 🤔

ferra_ria who is she?? why is everyone so obsessed with her still? i thought she and pierre broke up?

↳ screwderriaf1 we've been obsessed way before she was with pierre. she's actually on ferrari's media team and she's friends with a lot of drivers

↳ shithappens skylar (blondecedes on twitter) actually has a thread on it if you want to learn more, it's her pinned post

↳ ferra_ria thanks! i'll check it out for sure

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marcilazzaro1 Singapore, you've been good - p1 and p4 for the team ;) Congratulations on your podium landonorris !

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charlie_sun did yuki take you to the restaurant?

↳ marcilazzaro1 yes! it was really lovely

yukitsunoda0511 we need to do this more often

↳marcilazzaro1 for sure! just name the time and place ;)

quickstappen yuki looks so cute!!

shithappens she's back in the paddock!! mother's back in the paddock

redmilton_ i like this new post aesthetic, very cinematic

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barbiegirl i'd just like to know how could pierre fumble so badly, like dude, she's perdect basically

pierrespookie ugh, you're still here? i thought she quit.

nyoomf1 new lance content! hell yeah!

↳ strollingaway i didn't know they were friends??

↳ nyoomf1 same, looks like they started hanging out after her and pierre broke up 🤷 tbf i don't really care, i'm just happy we're getting the content

↳ strollingaway fair.

madi_races can't wait for the media content from this weekend, it's gonna be great i can feel it

↳ darth_nando it's gonna be elite, marci told me herself

carlando333 no carlos mention? 👀

↳ shithappens sorry, are you blind? he's literally in the pictures

↳ barbiegirl she's also not a carlos fan page, official ferrari account already congratulated him

marcilazzaro1 posted a story!

"Quali-tea Time with Sarah Scott (Redbull's secret weapon with Marceline)"

madi's radio: pt.3 is finally here, sorry for the long wait, 4th is already in the works so hopefully it'll be a shorter wait ;) i actually planned to put more into this part but,,, 30 pics limit.

(also, valentines coming up, i was thinking of doing short sepcials if i have the time, if i do, which drivers would you like to see?)

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Eliza's Cruise Adventure

“Can we buy you a drink, miss?”

Eliza looked up at the three men. They were wearing board shorts of loud, gaudy colours. All were topless, showing off their tanned, muscular bodies and chiseled abs. These young punks were most probably in their twenties, thought Eliza.

“Well, if you can get me a Passion Spritz, that will be nice.” Eliza smiled. She had never said no to free drinks. She let her robe slid off a little further, giving the men a good look of her pink bikini-clad body. She was aware that her mum who was lying on the reclining next to her was giving her a disapproving look. But Eliza is no longer a little girl who needed her mother’s approval.

Eliza had worked hard all her life. Ever since her father left her mother to be with his mistress in China, she had decided that she will need to study hard and earn a good living. If nothing else, to show that useless father of hers the good life that he is missing when he made the decision to leave them. She did well in school and earn several scholarships to ease the financial burden on her mother. When she was in her first year in NUS Medicine school, she met a rich and handsome classmate which eventually became her boyfriend. She thought her life had turned for the better but alas, her boyfriend cheated on her just months after she had given her virginity to him. She broke up with him immediately and swore never to depend on any men. When she completed her medical degree, she worked hard at her job in NUH, rising quickly through the ranks. With her career stabilising and a high income, she bought a condominium in the western part of Singapore to live with her mom, fulfilling her promise as a young child to give her mother a good life. True to her words, she never had a boyfriend since her university days. She spends all her free time with her mother, eating at restaurants and going on holidays. And here they are now, on a 4 night Royal Caribbean cruise to Jeju Island in Korea.

Although Eliza is now in her thirties, she had taken good care of her body. Her skin was still flawless and her strict adherence to a diet and Yogo routine helped her body stay slim and youthful. It was no wonder that many men at the swimming pool were ogling at her when she walked past in her pink bikini. Eliza may have sworn off men but she enjoyed the stares of appreciation that she was getting from men. Men are so useless. They only think with their dicks. Eliza smirked as she put on the white bathrobe from the cruise liner. It was not out of modesty but instead, it was a calculated move on her part to cover parts of her body, to make it more mysterious and seductive.

The three men soon returned with her vodka cocktail. They purposefully sat on her seat and tried to touch her. But Eliza was too smart for them. She wrapped herself tightly in her bathrobe and the men could not touch her bare skin. She soon found out that Ahmad, Beng and Chandra were classmates at NUS and had just started work. They decided to take a cruise together with their first year-end bonus as a sort of celebration. Perhaps they thought she could be a memento of their trip, Eliza smirked to herself. Young punks. She will squeeze them dry of their bonus and leave them high and dry. The men continue to talk to her and she encouraged them by revealing parts of her body but never letting them touch her. Throughout, she continued to ask them for drinks and snacks. She even got one of them to buy her a pair of Gucci shades. By the evening, she realised that she had enjoyed the attention so much that she had been a little reluctant to leave the pool for her dinner. The men wanted to follow her but she skilfully evade them.

She went to Jamie’s for dinner with her mother. Throughout, her mother was nagging at her over her spaghetti on how she was being overly flirtatious and how she will regret her actions. Eliza was bored. She did not blame her mother but her mother was really too conservative. It was all fun and nothing else. If men can flirt with women, why can’t women flirt with men?

To avoid further nagging, Eliza went down to the bar and left her mother to return to their room. She was wearing a purple long dress with a low neckline, showing off the cleavage to her ample breasts. She was pleased that her choice of dress drew appreciative stares from the men when she walked into the bar. As she sat at the counter, the three men that she saw earlier plonked themselves on the seats beside her. She was pleasantly surprised to see them again. To be honest, they were good conservationist and were good looking. Ahmad had a boyish looking face and a nice brown tan. Beng had a muscular broad chest that exuded masculinity. Chandra was the most average looking of the three men but he sported a large, angular nose. Supposedly, this was the mark of a large cock. Eliza laughed to herself. She had not seen any medical reports on this yet and wondered how this myth became popular.

“Any of you want to buy me a drink?” Eliza purred seductively. The three men rushed to be the first to buy her a drink and other refreshments. Several hours later, Eliza realised perhaps a bit belatedly that she was getting drunk. She usually knew when to stop but she must have missed that point with the engaging conversations and the never ending flow of drinks. She blamed her mother momentarily. Maybe she drank too much because she was pissed with her mother’s nagging.

“I need to go.” Eliza stood up resolutely but faltered straightaway, holding onto the bar counter for support. “Come on, let’s have another one.” Ahmad suggested.

“The night is still young.” Beng argued.

“Or do you want to come to our room for another round.” Chandra said with a twinkle in his eye.

“No. I am going up to my room.” Eliza knew that she must not drink any more.

She walked a few tentative steps but stumbled forward on her fourth step. Ahmad and Beng ran forward and each held one of her arms. “Thanks.” Eliza muttered, her world spinning crazily around her.

“Let’s go to our room.” Chandra urged.

“No. I want to go back to my room 1120.” Eliza stated as firmly as she could. She looked at the bartender, who was looking at her direction. “I want to go back to my room 1120.” She repeated loudly, making sure that the bartender heard her. These young men would not want to try anything funny now that the bartender is aware that she does not want to be in their room. Eliza smiled to herself. Still smarter than you guys who think with their dicks, assholes.

The three men brought Eliza to her room. She was still too weak to stand on her feet and was half-dragged to her room, stumbling along the way. They met several people along the corridors and Eliza made sure that they knew that she was heading back to her room. “These men are bringing me back to my room 1120.” She repeated loudly whenever she saw anyone along the corridors. It was embarrassing to be that drunk but it was important to draw attention to herself, Eliza rationalised.

Once the door to her room was opened, the three men dropped her on the bed. Eliza fell asleep immediately when she realised that she was safe in her room and her defences dropped. Chandra closed the door behind them and smiled at Ahmad and Beng knowingly. Their plan to make Eliza drunk and then fuck her had worked. Well, almost. They had planned to bring her to their room but the venue was not the most important thing, was it?

“Eliza, you back?” Eliza’s mother called out from the toilet. The three men froze, looking at each other. Shit. They forgot about the mother. Beng looked around and pulled off two pillow cases. He motioned the other two to stand with him behind the toilet door. The toilet door opened and Eliza’s mother walked out in her bathrobe.

“Eliza? Are you okay?” Eliza’s mother asked, drying her hair with a towel in her hand. Beng pushed Eliza’s mother down onto the bed and sat on top of her. He pulled her hands behind her and tied them with one of the pillow cases. Eliza’s mother screamed and Beng quickly took the towel and stuff it into her mouth, muffling her screams. Ahmad took the remaining pillow case and tied Eliza’s mother’s legs to stop her from kicking and struggling. Secured, the three men carried Eliza’s mother to the sofa.

“Well, there were a few hiccups but I guess it was almost as easy as ABC, huh? Shall we begin?” Ahmad rubbed his hands gleefully.

“This bitch is really too much. It is payback time for all the money we spent on her.” Beng laughed.

Chandra did not even bother saying anything as he simply smiled and undressed himself. The other two men followed his cue and undressed themselves too. They quickly removed Eliza’s dress, revealing the twin mounds of flesh. Despite her age, Eliza’s breasts were still perky and firm. The men took turns squeezing them and sucking on her nipples. Eliza moaned in her sleep and the men seemed to be even more excited when they heard her.

“Fuck! She trimmed herself down there. She like some fucking schoolgirl.” Ahmad exclaimed as he positioned his head between her legs. He licked her love hole as he brushed his fingers against the thin pubic hair. He slowly peeled the folds of her love hole open carefully, taking in the sweet smell emanating from her vagina. He found the small bud of pleasure and carefully licked it.

Eliza opened her mouth and moaned softly as pleasure coursed through her body. Beng took the opportunity to thrust his manhood into her mouth. He could feel his hard cock reaching the back of her throat. He pulled Eliza’s head over the edge of the bed. Eliza’s head now tilted backwards and allowed his cock to reach even deeper. “Fuck! Her mouth feels damn good.”

Chandra straddled Eliza and rubbed his hard cock between her breasts. He closed his eyes and moaned softly as his cock coursed through the smooth valley.

By this time, Ahmad decided that Eliza was sufficiently lubricated. He spat a glob of saliva onto his hard cock and guided it slowly into her. “Fuck. This bitch is so tight, like a goddamn school girl.”

Chandra laughed when he heard that. He turned around and helped spread Eliza’s legs wider.

Ahmad thrusted hard and finally got his cock totally in her. It was so tight and pleasurable that he could not stop himself from ejaculating after only several thrusts. “Shit! What a waste!”

Chandra laughed again. “Weak! My turn!” Ahmad relented and Chandra took over his position. Chandra’s cock was even larger and thicker than Ahmad’s. It will be even more difficult to get his cock into Eliza’s tight cunt but Ahmad had lubricated Eliza’s hole well with her love juice and his semen. Slowly, Chandra eased his cock into Eliza, stretching her tight hole that has not been used in years to her limit. The pain shot through Eliza and she woke up with a start. The first thing she saw were Beng’s balls swinging in front of her and her mouth being violated by his cock.

“Mmph!” She tried to push Beng away but Chandra had now pushed the last two inches of his large cock into her, going where no cock had ever gone before. Pain paralysed her, followed by blinding pleasure. Instead of pushing Beng away, her hands grabbed his ass and pulled him even deeper into her mouth. Beng groaned in pleasure as he went deeper, the pleasure from his cock finally tipping him over the abyss. He shot out white waves of little Bengs, flooding Eliza’s mouth and bathing his cock in them.

Eliza was choking on Beng’s ejaculate. She tried to push him away but was too weak. Left with no choice, she swallowed his man juice as much as she could, but there was too much and some even went into her nose.

While Beng and Chandra were fucking Eliza, Ahmad had sat himself next to Eliza’s mom. He had been stroking his cock to hardness while watching his friends enjoying themselves with Eliza when he realised that Eliza’s mom was staring hard at her daughter being fucked.

“You like what you see, huh? Are you an old horny cow, huh?” Ahmad jeered. He pulled open her bathrobe and was pleasantly surprised that the older woman had even larger breasts than her daughter. The skin was still soft and smooth. He bent forwards to suck her tits as he stroked himself. His cock hardened as his body touched the older woman’s bare skin.

Aroused, he took an irrational risk. He removed the towel from the older woman’s mouth and stood on the sofa, positioning his hard cock in front of the older woman.

“Suck it, old cow!” The older woman complied, sucking his cock hungrily.

“Look guys! The old cow is horny!” Ahmad laughed. “God! She still has the skills. Damn it. She is good!” Ahmad groaned in pleasure as he started fucking the older woman’s mouth.

Beng walked over and untied the woman’s legs. He spread it open and started licking her cunt. The older woman moaned in pleasure, Ahmad’s cock still in her mouth.

By this time, Chandra had been enjoying fucking Eliza for some time now. He gave several deep and slow strokes, before finishing with a series of quick thrusts. Eliza’s love canal was flooded a second time after more than a decade of drought. As Chandra withdrew his cock, he was pleased to see the white man juice slowly seeping out of Eliza’s cunt. That was so erotic and made him feel that he had successfully conquered that proud bitch.

Eliza was feeling confused. She was conscious now. She knew she should be frightened by what had just happened but instead she she wanted more. It had been so long since she had sex and they had made her feel so much more pleasure than her boyfriend so many years ago.

“What? What are you staring at, bitch?” Chandra saw a confused look on Eliza’s face. Eliza looked away and was drawn to Chandra’s large, black, hairy cock. Maybe there is some truth to the myth. That was a huge cock. Did it actually went in her? Unbelievable.

Chandra saw Eliza looking at his cock. His cock hardened again. He smiled to himself. “You want some more of my cock, bitch?”

“You are not strong enough. Weak bastards that think with your dicks? You can’t even last long enough to pleasure me, assholes.” Eliza retorted without thinking. The rebellious streak in her took over.

Chandra saw red and pulled Eliza towards him. Her legs were now over the edge of the bed while her back was on the bed. He turned her over, spreading her legs wide and without any warning, forced his cock into her, impaling his whole length in one deep stroker. Eliza screamed as pain tore through her. She was still not accustomed to such a big cock in her. Chandra pulled her hair and forced her body to arch against his. This only caused his cock to slide even further in, eliciting pain and pleasure all over Eliza’s body. Eliza willed herself not to blackout. Chandra tilted her head towards his. “Not strong enough? I will make you come so much that you will beg me to stop, bitch.” Chandra grunted as he pumped deeper and faster into Eliza. Minutes later, he seeded Eliza again, with semen dripping out of her cunt, a long white river along the length of her legs.

Ahmad saw what was happening and took his cock out of the older women’s mouth. He walked over to the bed where Eliza was now lying flat on her back, exhausted. He spread her legs wide, sticking his hard cock covered with Eliza’s mother’s saliva into Eliza’s cunt. This time, it went in easily. He pulled Eliza up so that she was now sitting on his cock. He sank his head into her breasts, sucking on them slowly. The first time was too quick for him. Now, he intends to savour Eliza. As Eliza bounced slowly on his cock, she started moaning in pleasure as the slow love-making generated gentle waves of pleasure.

“Look at her!. She enjoying being fucked. What a bitch!” Chandra sneered. His cock twitched and blood starting flowing into it again. He pushed both Eliza and Ahmad down onto the bed, straddled Ahmad’s legs, positioning himself behind Eliza’s ass.

“Fuck, Chandra! What you doing, huh?” Ahmad sounded a bit piss at having his pleasure disrupted.

“I want to fuck her in her asshole. Give that bitch two cocks at the same time.” Chandra spit on his fingers and inserted them into Eliza’s asshole. Eliza froze at the unfamiliar intrusion but Chandra was impatient. He quickly inserted a second finger, trying to loosen it as much as he can. Eliza winced in pain but that only encouraged Chandra’s sadistic instinct. He pushed his cock into Eliza’s ass, forcing it against the muscles in her opening. Eliza screamed, her whole body reacting to the unnatural forced entry. Ahmad groaned in pleasure as the muscles squeezed his cock even tighter. Chandra did not care and forced his cock even deeper. Eventually, Eliza had both cocks deep in her. Chandra pushed himself against Eliza, the movement causing Eliza pleasure in both her holes. She moaned louder and louder in pleasure, unable to control herself.

Beng was amused at his two friends fucking Eliza. But he had no intention of joining them. Having his cock coated in another man’s semen seemed disgusting. Anyway, now that Ahmad had done a good job lubricating the old cow, he decided to fuck the old woman instead. He lifted her legs over his shoulders and fucked her on the sofa standing up. It was not tight as to be expected, but a cunt is a cunt. It was still warm and pleasurable and the old woman seemed appreciative of having a fuck at this age. She was moaning softly, seemingly enjoying herself.

The three men continued fucking for a while and ejaculated for the final time. Dressing quickly, the three men looked at the two women, covered in semen, exhausted. They laughed and exited the room quietly. It was already morning. The ship had docked and they should quickly leave the boat before the women wake up.

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Multi cuisine restaurant in singapore | A1 indian curry

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norrisreads · 11 months

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Love Again #LN4

PAIRING: lando norris x wolff reader! Daniel Ricciardo x wolff reader! platonic only

SUMMARY: part 2 to sweetest pie, lando norris and y/n wolff a step closer to a newly found friendship but what does lando know about her?

WARNING: just fluff + more (see for yourself)

FC: lalalalisa_m on ig

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after monaco grand prix

you are currently packing up your things to head home, the event was done and dusted, another verstappen win of course, it did not fazed you at all.

of course, you didn’t bring much but accompanying your family out here for 3 straight days, you had to bring your laptop along to sneak in some edits on your on-going projects.

daniel had gone back with heidi as he plans to attend the after party, of course he invited you, but you weren’t really interested in that life and knowing you’re their opponent team principal daughter, it probably will not be a good image.

Though, your dad did tell you multiple times whatever you’re doing it will never affect him as he does not intend to prohibit you to do things just because you’re his daughter.

“y/n, your phone keeps beeping. you should check it” george walked towards you with your phone in hand. you had to borrow george’s charger as your phone had died mid researching.

“oh, thanks George! heading home straight away?”

“yeah, carmen booked a 4 star restaurant for dinner, will probably need that after today’s result”

“you did great by the way, don’t dwell too much.” you tapped his shoulder and smiled

george smiled , bid his goodbye and made his way towards carmen, which she waved towards you and you did the same

you looked at the notifications you’ve received and laughed, of course a text from norris. ever-since, the interaction the both of you had, you’ve gotten closer even though that literally happened 2 days ago.

he is closer to your age, which is a pros because the both of you had similar humour and would share unfunny memes to each other which ONLY the both of you are able to understand.

you’ve finished packing, and was currently just waiting for your dad to finish his briefing towards the engineers. susie and jack had went off earlier, you agreed on waiting for your dad, though agreeing on that means he’ll be the one riding your motorbike and you’ll be a pillion (which you hate).

thus, while waiting for your dad, you took the time to respond to lando’s texts.

a/n : i don’t know why the emojis aren’t showing up 😭

Great, now you have a party to attend to.

“done with the packing?” you heard your dad’s voice

“yeah, taking my bike?” you asked while walking behind your dad following his pace

“of course honey, keys please”

you gave your dad your keys and walked towards your motorbike.

“the colour’s great, what’s the colour of your cafe racer back in singapore?”

“of course, you’re always getting the ugly colour papa. you have to let me know on the colours availability next time, it’s black, the other choices they had weren’t my taste. it’s probably yours though, silver just like the vintage cruiser triumph back home.”

your dad had a motorbike back home kept for you in any case you’re interested of inheriting it from him, but it wasn’t really up to your taste. A royal enfield, though is up to your taste.

danielricciardo: FOUL. y/nwolff not trusting toto wolff????????

georgerussell63: bossman reminiscing youth

landonorris: i’m next

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2245HRS

“someone’s here for you darling” you heard susie voice came from the kitchen

it’s only 1045, why the fuck is lando here already. you’re literally still doing your makeup, leaving with blusher and setting your face.

“i’m still not done yet, can you let him know?” you shouted

“yeah about that, too late y/n” your door swing open, with lando showing up in your childhood room

“you’re early? did you speak to my dad? pissed your pants, yet?”

“ha ha funny. he’s not as scary as I thought of him to be” he took a seat on the edge of your bed

“he’s a great person norris, just team principle things huh?” shifting your chair towards him

“you look great, are you done though?” lando asked you while looking around your room

“yeah just left to set my makeup, don’t touch that” you quickly stood up and snatched the box away from Lando’s grip

“woah woah, what’s that about?”

“nothing it’s just something, thought i threw it away”

lando nodded but in his head, he was deadly curious on the reaction that you gave him, it was just a plain box with the letter m graving, what could the content in the box even possibly be?

“let’s get going, i’m done. my ride or yours?” you turned to lando, holding your keys.

“mine of course, i’m a gentleman”

“yeah, in that fiat jolly of yours?”

“fine, yours then” great.

you went into your dad office, took a extra helmet and gave to lando

“you’ll need this, you’re behind.”

and with that gesture, you made lando’s heart beat faster

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AFTER PARTY

you were currently downing your whatever number of shots, while laughing at lando’s dance move with Carl’s

lando of course, didn’t drink much, prob a glass or two but you, you had quite a lot. Though, you’ll wanna thank your best friend for regularly having drinking sessions in the both of your apartment because this did improve your alcohol intake.

“you go to parties regularly?” heidi sat beside you, and questioned you

you shooked your head

“the alcohol intake speaks otherwise” the both of you laughed

“well, school stress helps ALOT”

you weren’t that close to any of the wags except heidi, she’s literally like a elder sister to you, checking up on you regularly and more. She’s the exact form of daniel just in a female form

“hey, you okay? feeling tipsy?” Lando approached you, taking a seat beside you which led to some of the drivers eyeing each other at the close contact the both of you had

“I’m Okay, slightly tipsy. You okay with riding the bike home, i’ll probably be better pillioned, if you aren’t, i’ll just let my dad know, he’ll probably pick us up”

“ woah, i’m okay with riding home. much better, i do not want toto to think badly of myself. just try and sober up a-bit alright, i’ll get a glass of water for you, stay here”

you agreed and leaned your head back but you then realised the stares you had from daniel, heidi, carlos and the others.

“what?”

“is something going on between the two of you?” charles questioned with that accent of his

“just friends”

“he picked you up today? toto did not say anything to lando?” this time, daniel

you shooked your head, “what’s wrong guys? is there’s something wrong?”

all of them shooked their head and laughed, “we’re just shocked, you’re not that easy to talk to. I’m amazed lando got you smitten over him”

carlos, said out loud handing you a shot.

“me? smitten?” rolling your eyes, downing the shot

before you’re able to down the shot, someone snatched the shot glass away from you

“what the fu-mick?” this time heidi held your hand tightly.

“hey, am i late? sorry y/n, promised toto you shouldn’t drink too much“ there stood in front you was Mick Schumacher smiling widely at you and lando arriving to the scene feeling the tense air between you and mick.

—✩࿐ end note: that’s all for part 2 of sweetest pie, if you haven’t read part one please do!!!!! i’ll do a part three soon, but in the mean time i hope you enjoy this ♥️

#f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #f1 fics #f1 smau #lando norris x y/n #mick schumacher #lando norris x reader

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rinissse · 11 months

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Sinophobia affects all AAPI. Anyone who a racist thinks is Chinese is going to catch some of that. Or racists don't give a fuck what your ethnicity is and think we're all the same and will attack you anyways. This applies to all of Asia because not everyone fits a look that you think belongs to different parts of Asia & the Pacific. Even if someone is Chinese, they don't deserve it.

Y'alls sinophobia is showing by:

Bringing up the Chinese government every time someone is discussing anything related to China that has nothing to do with their government. Ex: Chinese language, culture, history, celebrities

Calling Asian people "Bing chilling" or commenting it under a video about China or with any Asian people in it just because John Cena said it. It's like calling Asian people "Squid Game" when that Korean show was popular.

"Ching chong" You know exactly what this is. Don't fucking play dumb.

Thinking "Made in China" is inferior despite the American companies being the one who made that decision and told the Chinese manufacturers to make it exactly to their specs. Prior to this, Americans thought Japanese products were inferior, but now y'all lap up Japanese products. Y'all are mad at the wrong people.

Rebranding Chinese beauty trends as Japanese or Korean.

Stealing beauty content from Chinese creators and labeling it as Japanese or Korean while leaving in whole ass Chinese characters. We can literally still see the Douyin or XiaoHongShu logo in the video you fucking stole. Bonus points if they're also speaking Chinese in the video.

Saying "You're so pretty, I thought you were Korean/Japanese." to a Chinese person.

Attacking literally any Asian person because you thought they were Chinese.

Attacking a Chinese person just because they're Chinese.

Bonus points if you attack an Asian person who is from a country you fetishize. *cough cough hardcore kpop/kdrama fans, koreaboos, weeboos*

Double the bonus points if you're a weeboo hating on China. Japan refuses to acknowledge their crimes against humanity to this day. If you want to look up what Japan did, I am warning you(HUGE TRIGGER WARNING), it will psychologically mess you up.

Triple the racist bonus points if you attack an Asian ethnic minority that was oppressed in the past or is currently being oppressed by the Chinese government.

This literally goes for any culture but hating on Chinese culture is not cute. There are beautiful parts of it. We can appreciate the beautiful parts of it.

Y'alls treatment of Chinese or any Asian restaurant/business. I have like a whole other post of this. We all know Asian food is fire. Don't complain about the food and then demand it to be free + request another serving. If you hate us and our food so much, why are you here asking for more?

Categorizing us into the "good" Asians and the "bad" Asians, like y'all could fucking tell the difference between us. This shows y'all are cool with discrimination too, which is just telling on yourselves.

Doing nothing as Congress mistreated the CEO of Tiktok, calling him "China man", saying China comes to Congress, despite him being from Singapore.

Getting mad at Asian people speaking out on sinophobia and all the anti-China propaganda. It's mostly just thinly veiled racism behind "I hate the Chinese government." You can hate the Chinese government, but you can also be racist at the same time. They can co-exist in you.

Nobody is stopping y'all from boycotting anything made in China, but I don't see anyone tossing out their iPhones.

#Y'all will literally not bat an eyelash to the dehumanization to Asian people #and it's fucking terrifying.#sinophobia #asian #stop aapi hate #stop sinophobia #aapi #aapi heritage month #aapi heritage month 2023 #this post is inspired by the fact that i've heard about Pacific islanders and south asians getting hate during covid #only fromwhat made the news #now imagine the many things that #didn’t make the news

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pitconfirmbutton · 1 year

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petals and peaches (II) | lance stroll

lance stroll x reader

wc: 7261 words

warnings: controlling relationship (not an f1 driver, oc), physical abuse, emotional abuse, eating disorder/not eating, smoking, SMUT, estie being the comedic relief

wildflowers and fruits (part i)

petals and peaches (part ii)

summer roses and winter strawberries (part iii)

carnations and clementines (part iv)

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He couldn’t breathe. In less than 5 hours, Lance had gone from hopeful to hopeless. He had left the venue, storming off to the lift with Mick and Charles, before a taxi ride in silence back to the hotel. His friends were trying to comfort him despite their own shock and sadness regarding your engagement. Pierre had even noticed a tear escape from Lando’s eye, his face mirroring that of a young child finding out about their parent’s divorce, confusion, anger and sadness all present as he questioned everything he had thought to be true in the world.

Lance had gone straight to his hotel room, ignoring his father’s calls, shoving his clothing and toiletries into his suitcase, not bothering to fold them. As he zipped it up, squashing it closed with his arm, his phone began to ring again. He went to hang up for a fifth time, not wanting to talk to his father, angry at him for the hand he had to play in this, starting the butterfly effect that lead to you being trapped with Harry. Lance could live with you not choosing him, it would hurt and he knew he would never move on, but he would survive. But you with Harry, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to make it through this, knowing you were in trouble.

Looking down at his phone, he was met with a picture of his sister, holding tightly to Daisy in her arms, pulling a funny face, Chloe’s name across the top of the screen.

“Hey, Chlo” Lance muttered. He assumed she had heard from someone what had happened, why else would she be calling him when she knew it was 3 am in Singapore?

“Hey Lance, I heard what happened. I am so sorry.” Chloe was the first person Lance had ever told about his infatuation towards you, sitting with his sister in an Italian restaurant after the third round of the F4 season, describing the kind-hearted, speed demon that was his teammate.

“What am I going to do, Chloe? I have nothing left, I truly lost my chance.” Lance had finally let himself utter his new reality, one where you never ended up as his, not his best friend, not his partner, not his wife one day.

“I know you don’t want to talk to Dad, I understand but he has a jet for you to go wherever you want before Suzuka. I would take it if I were you, escape and clear your head for a bit.” Chloe hoped her brother would take it and allow himself a tiny part of the joy he fully deserved.

“Ok. I’m coming home, Chlo. I miss you and Monaco right now. I need a Daisy hug too I think.” The siblings both chuckled at that, Lance allowing himself to smile, even just for a second.

“She is here actually, let me FaceTime you.” With that Lance’s screen changed, and a bright, smiling face with tiny little teeth appeared before him. “Say hi Uncle Lancey.” Chloe cooed to her daughter, as she gurgled and babbled as she reached for the screen showing Lance’s face.

“Cute little suit there Daisy, a good number too.” His niece in an Aston Martin green onesie with a big ‘18’ on the front. “She watched your whole race, Scotty did too. He is off training now though. But we are all so proud of you.”

“I am going to head to the airport, I will see you all soon.” Lance waved goodbye, putting on his best happy disguise for the little girl and hanging up.

He sighed as he stood from the bed, looking over the notifications he received throughout the duration of the call before his eyes fell on an important-looking email.

Lance swiped more tears from his eyes, turned his phone off, threw on his sweater, pulled the hood over his head and headed for the airport, avoiding the paparazzi that were lurking around, attempting to see the newly engaged couple.

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“You were such a good girl for me tonight, it looks like you finally learnt how to behave, hmmm?” Harry was towering over you as you lay on the bed beneath him, dress and heels still on from the event prior. Your makeup, however, had travelled down your face, staining as it went, washed by your tears. “You really didn’t think this was ending, did you? Me being engaged to the only female Formula 1 driver is the best business move I ever made. You are going to make me rich, sweetheart.” He whispered in your ear, kissing your cheek with force. Maybe it was the fact that you had been given a few too many celebratory glasses of champagne or because at that moment you were at rock bottom, but you bit back. “I thought you were already rich, isn’t that the point of a sponsor, you give me money, not the other way around?” You raised your eyebrow at him, feeling slightly more powerful than you had in a while before a sharp sting spread across your cheek.

“Don’t you fucking dare! Remember what happens when you get too cocky? You don’t want little Lance losing his-” Both of your heads jerked towards the hotel door, a knock echoing through the suite. “Clean your face up, I will answer it” With that Harry pulled himself off you and headed to the door, not bothering to fix his hair or tie, hoping the person knocking might get the hint and leave.

“Ah! Sebastian, Mrs Vettel! What a pleasant surprise!” Harry was a bit awe-struck standing in front of a 4-time world champion and F1 legend. “We just thought we would come around to celebrate our little one’s engagement,” Hanna said cheerily, however, her hand trembled within her husband’s grasp, fear soaking over them at the plan they had come up with. “She is like a daughter to me so it felt only right that I come and size up her partner, you know?” Seb clapped him on the shoulder, chuckling at the threat he had disguised as a joke. “I mean, it’s not just me, she has about 7 world champions that would make sure you never hurt her, HAHAHAHA!” Seb’s laugh was over the top and he was using all his energy to relax his jaw and look jovial. Harry chuckled back, trying his best not to show how the words rattled him.

“There she is!” Hanna said loudly, pulling you into a hug, hands clutching to you tighter than they ever had before. “Hey, sweetheart!” It was Seb’s turn to pull you into his arms and it took everything in both of you not to burst into tears again. “What are you guys doing here?” You asked, panic and happiness radiating through you. “Well, we have a little present for you, as part of your engagement.” Seb looked at Hanna. “I have planned a little girl's trip to Nice for us. I had a look and the wedding dress shops there are phenomenal and I know you always said you wanted me to be there when you got your dress.” You quirked your eyebrow slightly. You’d never once said that, in fact, the idea of wedding dress shopping stressed you out, but you knew what was happening. Your heart fluttered at the fact that they hadn’t given up on you, that they knew you didn’t want this.

“Oh my goodness, Hanna, you didn’t need to do that! I am so excited! How amazing is that, Harry?” You turned to him, the presence of the Vettels once again filling you with more confidence. “Oh, but that means I wouldn’t be with you. I don’t know if I could do that.” Harry half-joked, trying to signal with his eyes that he was unhappy with it. “Nonsense Harry, you and Peaches will have your whole lives to be together. Take it from a married man, you will regret not taking the peace and quiet while you can.” Seb chuckled in order to stop himself from throwing up, the misogynistic joke tasting like cough syrup in his throat, but he knew his target audience well. “Ok, but only for a few days,” Harry said, sighing.

“We’ll wait here, Blossom, go and grab your luggage, I even got us a private jet,” Seb explained, resting against the doorframe, allowing him to see into the bedroom where your bags would be. You quickly threw everything in, watching as Harry silently stalked you around the room, trying to find an area where Seb couldn’t see him but it was no luck. “I will see you later, honey!” You gave Harry a kiss on the cheek while Seb grabbed your bags and off you went, the Vettels flanking you as you walked down the hallway.

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You had passed out from exhaustion as soon as you got on the plane, your body realising that you were finally safe and making up for the 3 months of lost sleep. When you awoke, a warm glow was coming through a curtain and your body was wrapped in a fluffy duvet. You shot up, not knowing where you were, your survival instinct kicking in. You froze, listening as you heard voices softly chatting in another room. You hopped out of the bed, making your way to the mirror, your make-up was off, no doubt thanks to Hanna and you had been put into your pyjamas, a pair of long pink polka dot pants and an old Schumacher championship shirt. Your eye was looking rather purple but you didn’t care right now.

As you opened the bedroom door, following the voices, you were greeted with a pleasant surprise. Walking into the living area you were met with your loved ones. Seb and Hanna were in the kitchen, cutting up some cheese and placing crackers on a board. Mick was attempting to help but was being shooed away by the Vettels who were telling him to relax. Charles and Pierre were sitting on the couch playing Xbox, trying to smack-talk each other. Esteban and Lando were watching, standing behind the couch, telling the boys to ‘go to that one’, ‘shoot it, shoot it!’. You looked over to the balcony, the door was open, letting the beige linen curtain dance in the wind. As it moved you could see Lance, leaning against the railing, staring out at what you recognised as the Yacht Club of Monaco. Well, this wasn’t Nice.

“This is definitely not Nice, Hanna.” Everyone in the room turned to you, smiles dropping as they took in the purple spot around your left eye. “Good morning!” Seb wrapped his arms around you, holding you longer than he ever had. “How are you feeling?” He asked, holding you at arm’s length, looking you over, trying to pay as little attention as possible to the bruises forming on your skin. “I feel the best I have in a long time, thank you.” You smiled warmly, looking up at him.

“You slept for like, 18 hours straight, ma marguerite,” Charles said, pulling you from Seb into a hug. You could feel his body relax as he held you and you realised how worried your friends were for you. “I think we all should talk,” you said. “Can I make us all some tea first though?” you asked, knowing that the favour wouldn’t make up for the shit show that was abandoning them all but nevertheless felt like a start.

After everyone had flowed into the dining room, finding a seat at the long table, you got to work putting the kettle to boil. As you moved around, grabbing tea bags and sugar, you heard footsteps. Spinning around, you were face to face with Lance who was leaning on the kitchen counter. “I like your shirt,” he said, pointing and chuckling. You looked down at it while attempting to smooth the creases. “Thanks, me too” you chuckled back. All you could do was stare at him, he was wearing a pair of grey tracksuit pants and a white t-shirt and with the glow of the Monaco sunshine behind him, he looked like an angel. He was an angel, a guardian angel that you just might let save you this time around.

“Would you like to, um, maybe have dinner with me tonight? Like just the two of us?” Lance scratched the back of his neck, looking down at the countertop. You felt your facial muscles instinctively lift. “I would love that but considering Harry doesn’t know I am in Monaco I don’t think getting spotted by the fans or the media is the best idea”. You genuinely wanted to say yes, sit across from him under candlelight while you both quietly whispered imaginary stories about passers-by to each other, just like you used to, his hand perched on your knee, rubbing calm circles with his thumb.

“Well you’re in luck, my mother always insisted I knew how to cook homemade pasta in case I ever needed to impress a pretty girl and it seems today is the day.” It was hard for you to ignore the way your cheeks heated, a feeling you had missed. “You have yourself a deal, 18” and with that, you extended your hand across the counter to shake his jokingly.

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“Je m'en fous, Charles ! Je vais le tuer. Couper la conduite de frein de sa voiture ou tenir sa tête sous l'eau de cette fontaine stupide et odieuse chez lui.” (I don't care, Charles! I am going to kill him. Cut the brake line on his car or hold his head under the water of that stupid, obnoxious fountain at his house.) Pierre had stood from his seat at the table, having enough of Charles trying to calm him down. “Ich kann das nicht glauben, Hanna.” (I cannot believe this, Hanna) Seb was at a loss, feeling as if he might throw up any moment.

“Guys! English, please. I can’t understand you at all.” You were shaking from your explanation. You knew telling them would hurt more than living the last 3 months of your life. While everyone continued to discuss and process the revelation, you felt a hand appear on your knee, a soft squeeze and circles being traced upon your pyjama pants. You looked up to see Lance, who was looking across the table at Mick and discussing a plan of action.

A sense of nostalgia flooded over you and at that moment you felt like you were all younger again, back in the junior categories, sitting around a large table on race weekends, the novelty of travelling not yet lost on you all as you played card games, drank soda and stayed up later than you should after races, every weekend feeling much like a sleepover. It felt nostalgic because you knew that you had looked at Lance like this at age 14 and here you were, 10 years later, still looking at him with the same sense of admiration and love. Unbeknownst to you, Seb and Hanna had stopped to watch, allowing the view of young love to wash away their sadness for a second. No one in the room, well except for Mick and Esteban who had sworn to secrecy, knew still about your relationship that was ripped away from you. But the Vettels knew young love, they had also met at 14 and recognised the glances from themselves years prior.

“I don’t know if I am even allowed to speak about this,” Lance started, the rest of the room dropping silent and turning to him, subconsciously understanding the importance of his words. “My father mentioned that something was happening behind closed doors in regard to Harry. I don’t have any more details than that but it sounded bad for him. Maybe we should wait and see what he says. Can you wait? Will you be alright?” Lance shifted his gaze from the group to look down at you sitting next to him.

You were terrified, and the idea of having to go back to Harry scared you but the look in Lance’s eyes told you that he wasn’t letting you get away so easily this time. “As long as you all save me before October 15, I can wait.” You smiled at Lance before extending that smile to everyone. “Did you have any control over the guest list?” Esteban muttered, again focusing on a rather unnecessary topic. You shook your head, thinking back to how he selected who should be there. The only reason Lance got an invite was because of the sponsorship. “Ok good. Because I didn’t even get invited.” You laughed, a full-bellied, closed-eyes laugh at his response. You weren’t sure why, it wasn’t that funny but it felt good to be around everyone and the laughter felt like sunshine surrounding you.

You all chatted for a while before people started to excuse themselves, promising to be back tomorrow around lunch. It was Mick, Lance and yourself who were left before Mick was standing up and hugged you goodbye. “Is this your place?” You were surprised, you had assumed it was a hotel or the Vettels. You knew it wasn’t Scotty and Chloe’s place where you and Lance usually stayed when you visited Monaco. He finally got his apartment here, it made you smile.

“Penne Alla Vodka still your favourite?” He glanced at you from the pantry. Your coy smile returned again knowing that he remembered your favourite pasta. He smiled back and nodded, taking your smile as an answer. “Can I help with anything?” You felt a bit useless just sitting at the kitchen counter watching him cook for you.

“Actually yes you can. I have a little wine cellar cupboard down the hallway, can you go and grab one you like for me, please?” Lance smirked at you, knowing that the task he gave you wasn’t at all strenuous or helpful in making the pasta. You sighed and shook your head before standing up and walking down a hallway you hadn’t seen until now.

As you left the kitchen, you saw that the hallway was lined with photo frames. As you walked, you paid close attention to them.

Lance sitting on the tyre of his Williams car before his first season in Formula 1.

Lance winning his first race in karting, his Tony Kart suit swamping him.

Scotty, Chloe, Lawrence, Claire-Anne and Lance together at his sister’s wedding.

Yourself and Lance at your first FIA gala, leaning into each other at the table, toothy grins on your faces and silly peace signs being shown.

Lance, Esteban, Mick, Callum, Marcus and yourself sitting around a table playing Uno at a Ferrari Driver Academy training camp.

Little Daisy, his niece and your god-daughter, falling asleep in his arms the first time he met her, you sitting on the back of the couch, looking at them in awe.

You stopped at a picture right before the wine cellar, the butterflies erupting inside you. It was a picture of mostly the Canadian snowscape, pine trees and snowy mountains but in the corner, you were decked out in a snow jacket, boots, beanie and gloves. It took you a moment to place it but you remembered that trip for your 17th birthday. Lance had taken you to Canada and you had stayed in a quaint cabin. You had both drunk way too much wine and ended up in Lance’s bed together, confessions of love spilling out of your lips as you shared your first time with each other. It ended in both of you agreeing that it would be too complicated to date a fellow driver and so you both squished your feelings down low, dating other people. The picture held a weird sense of youthful excitement and a sense of sadness at what could have been if you had decided to get together then.

“Etno Rossa?” You questioned, holding up the bottle to Lance who was stirring the pasta on the stove. “God you are good. Perfect!” He took the bottle, opened it and poured a rather large glass for each of you. You weren’t going to complain, in fact, you thought you both deserved it.

You had sat at the table, eating pasta and drinking wine. Lance was scared that things might feel weird or different, but they didn’t and he was thankful. Thankful that you hadn’t become a person he didn’t recognise. Thankful that Harry hadn’t taken away everything that was pure and good in your heart and soul. “I am going to get us another bottle” Lance had said, quickly getting up and almost sprinting down the hall, not wanting to be away from you for a second longer. He came running back, sliding along the wood floors, bottle in hand with a focused look on his face, tongue sticking out of his mouth as he drifted along. You laughed and clapped for him, impressed that he stuck his landing as he poured some more for you.

After 2 bottles of wine between you, you were both ready for bed. “Do you mind if I have a shower?” Lance gulped, trying to keep the image out of his head out of respect. “Of course, Petal. It is this door here, there are towels in there. If you need anything though, this is my room here” he said, pointing down the main hallway to the left. “Thank you so much, goodnight Lance.” You propped yourself on your tippy toes and wrapped your arms around his neck for a hug. He held you back and you knew neither of you wanted to move. You pulled away first, muttering a goodnight before heading into the bathroom.

As the warm water fell over your face, you thought about Lance. You thought about how you had never gotten the chance to say sorry for breaking up with him via a letter in his driver’s room. An envelope addressed to him with a kiss of your red lipstick on it, containing your short letter of how you had to leave him, confessing that he was too good for you and he would be better off without you. You hadn’t lied but you knew he was heartbroken.

Drying yourself off, you put on a fresh pair of pyjamas you had found in your bag while hyping yourself up to apologise. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to say sorry to him, apologise a million times for the way he got roped into all this but apologising meant that he had the chance to say it was for the best or that he didn’t want you again. It felt all too real now.

Lance jumped out of bed at the knock on his door, his heart racing that you might not be ok. Seb had warned him that you may experience nightmares or have trouble sleeping, a common side-effect of the situation you'd been placed in.

“Are you alright?” he said as soon as the door flung open, making you jump slightly in place. “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He mentally smacked himself. “Yeah, I uh, I actually just wanted to apologise to you, Lance.” Your eyes met the floor, unable to look at him. “No, that's ok, you don’t have to.”

“No, but I do. I left you with a note that didn’t even explain what was going on and then you had to see me turn up to the next race with Harry of all people by my side. You were never once rude to me, you defended me still to the media and you looked out for me. That was so sweet of you and I owe you an apology. I am so sorry Lance. I didn’t want to do it. I never did.” He studied your face, an apologetic smile on his.

“Can I ask you something?” He was nervous again. “Of course, anything.”

“Why did you do it? I mean obviously, he is a controlling…” He let out a sigh to calm himself. “He is an awful person but why did you decide to date him, why didn’t you try and tell someone? I am not blaming you, I never could, but I just need to know.” He grabbed your hands in his to hold them gently. “He threatened that you’d lose your seat, he said he has control over the team lineup next year and he knew that you were my biggest weakness. I had to protect you.” Your voice cracked at the end and your hands broke from his to wipe at your eyes quickly.

When you looked back up at him, he was smiling softly, studying your face. His eyes flicked down to your lips and back up again. Before you both could think about it, his hands were on your waist, pulling you into his chest and your arms were wrapped around his neck, your lips meeting in the middle.

Despite the haste to connect to each other, the kiss was slow and passionate, Lance bringing a hand up to hold your jaw softly. You thought for a second about the fact that you had a fiance and that he wasn’t the man you were kissing right now but you felt no guilt. The man you were kissing right at this moment was who you had always loved and who you wanted to marry one day instead.

You both broke apart with a gasp, filling your lungs with the oxygen they had been missing, resting your foreheads together. Lance chuckled to himself, unable to believe that he had you in his arms again. “God, I have missed you,” he said softly into your ear as he kissed your neck softly over and over again. “Lance, I have thought about this every day, dreaming that I would get to do this again.”

You let your head fall back, exposing more of your neck to him, a soft moan escaping from your lips as he found the spot he knew you liked. Lance groaned back, hearing the sweet sound he was able to elicit from you. “Jump” was all he said and you did just that. He carried you over to his bed, laying you down gently before almost taking a step back to take you in.

“You are the most beautiful woman in the world.” You grabbed his hand pulling him back onto you, his hands catching him on either side of your head as he lay over you, careful to put no wait on your healing body.

Your lips locked again but this time you both weren’t taking it slow. Lance softly bit down on your lip, a moan parting your lips for his tongue. You held onto his cheeks, wanting to feel as much of him at once.

His kisses trailed down your face to your neck. Lance had always been happy to pepper your skin in soft love bites but you could sense his concern now, not wishing to purple anymore of your skin, being gentle with you.

Your hands found the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it up and over his head, quickly breaking your kiss before throwing it to the side. It was your turn to be on top, you thought, quickly flipping you both over so that you were straddling him now.

“I forget how strong you are sometimes.” Lance let his hands rest on your hips as you ducked down to repay the favour, kissing and sucking the skin along his neck before dipping to run kisses down his sternum and abs. You could feel the muscle contract under you as you went and you felt your core heat at the feeling. You sat up again and looked at Lance, his breath heavy. His hands danced at your shirt hem, silently asking permission. You nodded.

“My god, you are so fucking gorgeous.” His hands travelled up and down your sides and he found himself mesmerized by you, the moonlight making you glow. “Can I… can I touch you, ma fleur? I want to make you feel good.” “Please, please touch me, Lance.” It had been three months since you had been pleasured and while Harry fucked you nearly every night, you couldn’t remember the last time you had your own release or even felt any joy while in bed.

“Lay back and let me take care of you.”

Lance trailed down your chest, kissing and sucking each breast as he went. You were unable to hold yourself together any longer, a string of moans leaving your mouth, your fingers tangled in his long hair as his tongue flicked over your nipple.

“You’re so sensitive to my touch, angel. So good.” The praise was new for you again and it went straight to your pussy. “I want to taste you, Mon Ange.” Lance was kneeling on the floor in between your legs and just the sight alone made you see stars.

“Please, I need your mouth on me, Lance.” He moaned back, making short work of your pyjama pants. As you lay there, finally naked again in front of Lance, your cheeks began to heat and the embarrassment of how your body looked now overtook you. Lance noticed you close in on yourself and was right back up beside your face before you could blink.

“Hey, hey. Are you ok? Do you want me to stop? We can stop right now, at any time, I promise.” He cooed softly to you, wiping some strands of hair away from the sweat that had started to form on your face from the weather and from the way Lance had been kissing you.

“No, I don’t want to. I Just… I know I look different and I’m sorry.” You looked up into his eyes, an apologetic smile on your face. You couldn’t deny it, the way your collarbones now protruded from your skin and your hips had lost their fullness, you were a complete 180 to how Lance had seen you on your last final night together.

“Hey Petal, that is ok that you look different. You have been through so much and with that your body has changed. However, I have never looked at you once in 10 years and thought that you looked anything other than breathtaking, even now.” His words moved you and you grabbed his jaw, showing him the importance of his words through a scorching kiss. “Thank you.”

Lance trailed back down your body before hooking your legs over his shoulders, kissing your inner thighs up to where you needed him the most. Before you could even beg, his tongue was on you, soft kitten licks making you inhale sharply, throwing your head back against the pillow.

“You taste like heaven,” was all Lance muttered as he continued to fuck his tongue into you, his nose rubbing over your clit, evoking growing moans from you. Lance was eating you like a starved man and you guessed that in a way you both were starved from this. Looking down at him, you made eye contact and just the look in his eyes made you nearly unravel right there. He had made you a mess, as he always had but there was no lust inside you. When you looked at him, butterflies erupted in the very pit of your stomach and all you could do was breathe his name out.

“I want you to say my name like that again. Please.” His cool breath against you was all you needed to say it again, the word repeatedly tumbling louder and louder from your mouth as he brought you closer. “That’s it, good girl. You sound like a dream. Come for me. Want to see you cum.” Lance was as breathless as you and you knew you were so close. His hands gripped onto your hips tighter but never hurt you, he would never hurt you.

“Oh my god, Lance, I’m… I am going to come,” was all you could get out in between your flurry of moans and whimpers. “I’ve got you, let go.” And that was all it took. With that, your head dug into the mattress, your eyes rolled back and Lance grabbed our right hand, thumbing small circles on it as you came. H helped you ride your orgasm, soft licks to you before you were squirming.

Lance came back to lie beside you, stroking your hair and kissing your lips softly. “I don’t think I can ever get over you, Princesse,” he said, smiling down at you, his stubble and lips glowing under the moonlight and it made your core begin to tighten again. “That was amazing, thank you so much.” With that you sat up, dropping to your knees in front of Lance.

He chuckled and for a second, your heart sank, had you gotten it all wrong? He didn’t actually want you? He saw your face drop and he reached down, two fingers pushing your chin up to look at him. “We can worry about me later. It’s all about you right now.” Your smile returned before he pulled you up, lying you back down again.

You watched as he stripped his pants off, finally matching your level of undress. You had to stare, you didn’t know when you’d get to see this again and you didn’t want to take any chances. He wasn’t as tall as Harry, but he was substantially taller than you. You used to tease him when you first met as you were just taller than him back then but he caught up and surpassed you quickly. He had let his hair grow out a bit more this season and it reminded you of watching him race in 2020, a pastel pink suit and luscious hair as he stood on the podium twice that year, you watching him from below, Prema shirt adorning your body.

He was ripped, there was no denying it. You all had to be, it came with the job but it was an added perk. His skin was not as tan as you remembered it but we all hadn’t been getting to sunny destinations as much as the season grew closer to Abu Dhabi.

“Lift your hips up for me, mon amour.” His request pulled you from your thoughts and you complied, feeling one of his silk pillows come to support you. “Are you ready?” and you nodded, pulling him down to kiss you again.

“You tell me if you want to stop at any time and we do ok? No questions asked.” He kissed your jaw as he whispered in your ear. You nodded again, already feeling too dazed to answer.

Lance lined himself up with your slip, his lip between his teeth as he tried to compose himself. He was slow and gentle despite the way he looked like he needed all of you at once. “Merde” was all he hissed as he bottomed out, bending down again to kiss your cheeks over and over, giving you time to adjust.

“Lance, please move, please, I need you.” That was all it took for Lance to begin thrusting into you, the sound of skin slapping and both of your moans filling the otherwise quiet room. Your nails dug into Lance’s back, trying to keep yourself grounded. He groaned at the sensation and picked up his pace, strands of hair falling near his eyes from the momentum.

You don’t think you had ever felt so good and so beautiful than in that moment, your cheeks were flushed, your eyes fluttering shut and your hands gripping at any part of Lance’s skin you could find. And then it all stopped. You opened your eyes to find him looking over you, chest heaving as he looked at you with so much admiration.

“Why did you stop?” “Just… let me look at you.”

Just like you, he was taking in everything, worried that he may never get to do this again. You both pushed the thought from your mind as he started again, leaning over you this time, your legs wrapped around his toned waist as you brought each other closer to orgasm.

“All yours. Only yours.” The phrase fell too easily from your lips and Lance moaned loudly at it. “I know baby, I know. You’re all mine, always have been.”

His pace was unrelenting and you could feel yourself falling apart more and more. His words were like magic on you and his praise made up for your lack of talking after the last few months. Every breathy gasp, every throaty moan and every mention of your name from his tongue was like pure gold.

Lance felt the same, looking down at you, he felt his heart swell as your cheeks flushed and lips parted so beautifully to make way for your pleasure to be voiced. His hands were laced in yours, pinning them just above your shoulders as he thrust into you.

His hips began to stutter, not from exhaustion, he could never tire of you below him, making the sounds that you were but because he knew his orgasm was only moments away.

“God, you feel so good around me. I’m getting so close, baby.”

“You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted so bad, Lance. I am never leaving you again. Please baby, please.” Your mind was intoxicated on him and it had loosened your lips, all the things you had to keep inside for so long, coming out.

“Darling, you have… fuck, you have no idea. You’re the only thing I think about at night when I am alone in my hotel room, you are my only release.” The brutal honesty may have seemed over the top or too much but for both of you, it was the confirmation that you were meant to be. That all those years of friendship, of pining, had meant to lead you here, to each other’s arms and hearts.

“I’m really close, angel. Where do you… where - fuck!” He wanted to come inside of you, the animal part of his brain wanted to claim you as his own, send a signal to Harry that he only temporarily had you, that you had always still belonged to Lance. But the only thing that Lance wanted more was for you to feel good and so he asked and would never force you into anything, he knew you had been for 3 months and he never wanted to be like Harry.

“In me, I want you to come in me, Lance. Please!” Your eyes were watery, the pleasure becoming too much and you knew you needed him. It seemed like the rawest form of intimacy and that is all you ever wanted with him. Harry never had the privilege and Lance was the only one who ever would.

“Marry me, please - oh fuck - marry me, ma belle.” “I will, I will, I promise. Fuck, Lance, I’m going to-” and before you could finish your sentence, you were seeing stars and high-pitched moans leaving your lips and you could feel Lance riding out his orgasm, moaning your name over and over.

He came to lay softly over you, still inside you, pressing small kisses over your face again and again until you knew there wasn’t a square centimetre that hadn’t been touched by his puffy lips.

“You were so good, blossom. So good for me. Are you alright?” He was stroking your hair, looking down on you like you hung the moon in the sky every night. “I am so much more than alright. Thank you. You were amazing, you are amazing.”

“Let’s get you cleaned up, eh?” you giggled as his Canadian accent became more prominent. It always had when you were together when he was his most relaxed.

Lance watched as you relaxed, your eyes fluttering closed and your body melting into the mattress. He left to the bathroom, turning on the water before coming back to you. He placed an arm around your shoulders and an arm under your knees, hoisting you up, carrying you bridal style to the shower. He set you down, making sure you were steady on your feet before grabbing a handful of soap and washing you. You stood there, completely still, eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of someone looking after you. He massaged your shoulders before washing your arms, breasts, stomach and legs, carefully avoiding every sore spot on your body.

Your eyes fluttered open at the loss of touch, Lance guiding you under the water to rinse you. As he reached for his shampoo, you stopped him, reaching your hand out expectantly. He sighed and handed it over to you. You reached up to Lance’s hair, before depositing the shampoo on it, pulling a face as you had to quickly stop it from running into his eyes. He chuckled at you and pulled you closer as he watched you concentrate on lathering his hair. You giggled to yourself as you made it into a mohawk before trying to recreate Elvis’ iconic hairstyle.

Lance was exhausted from the last few days but he would have stood there all night, or morning, he didn’t know what the time was, if he got to watch you smile to yourself at your antics.

“Did you mean it?” You said calmly as you finished washing his shampoo out.

“Mean what?” Lance had a suspicion but wanted to be sure before making a fool of himself.

“Marrying you.” You laid your head on his chest, letting your finger trail over his freckles, giving you an excuse not to stare into his eyes. The warm water enveloping you both in that moment together. After a few beats of silence, you looked up at him, a look of expectancy on your face. You had read his silence as rejection when it was really composure.

“Yes. I mean every bit of it.” He kissed you on the forehead tenderly. “I guess young boys don’t really think about marriage or their soul mate or even love that much but I still remember when I knew. It was Mugello I think, I was really down because I hadn’t managed to put it on pole all weekend for the first time that year and you tried to cheer me up all weekend. We had gotten rained out for the first race and it was cancelled and everyone was just so down but you went back to the trailer and dragged out those silly little drift karts you had gotten for your birthday. We reeked so much havoc that day, you, Robert and I just speeding down the paddock. René was chasing after us yelling for us not to get hurt and we got back to the trailer we were absolutely soaked from flicking puddles at each other with our wheels. We couldn’t stop laughing and I remember looking over at you.” He stopped and shook his head, smiling.

“You were standing outside the trailer, squeezing the water out of your hair, your suit was around your waist, soaked and René was jokingly scolding you and your laughter just sounded like the most beautiful music I had ever heard. I guess that was when I knew I was going to marry you. I still am going to marry you.” You reached up and kissed him tenderly.

“Take me to bed, my love. I want to lie in your arms and pretend that everything is ok for a while.”

“Anything for you, ma rose.”

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