icemanhoneybadger

[icemanhoneybadger]

#michael schumacher #mika hakkinen #baby mick #f1 #ferrari #mclaren

[icemanhoneybadger]

Grit & Determination➔PG10

>some good ol' workplace tension<

a/n: this has been in my drafts half written for literal months and I'm desperately trying to will Pierre back into some points so I decided to finish it, also yeah I couldn't help myself here sorry also the other half was written literally between the hours of 7 and 10:30 tonight so oops enjoy HELLA UNEDITED

gif creds to owner :)

Warnings: 18+ smut, protected sex (at what cost?), oral sex (m receiving), fingering, choking, Pierre gets called dadd- [GUNSHOTS], cross necklace sucking (nah please what was I thinking) ooh Pierre is getting off on the idea that reader is cheating but she isn't, foul language, degrading language, L O L thats it methinks

“I’d like you two to work together.”

The words coming from your boss’ mouth were incredibly easy to hear, the phonetics and vibrations floating through the air and into your ears with razor sharp precision. But could you comprehend them? Absolutely not. Never in a million years could you work with Pierre Gasly; the grade A asshole who had an affinity for social ladder climbing and corporate law like you’d never seen.

“I’m not sure that’s such a good idea,” Pierre looked genuinely dishevelled at the idea of cooperating with you and it could only be assumed that you held the same frightful expression as he continued. “I mean, we do completely different things! I do actual work here, but y/n? I don’t think I’ve ever seen y/n do anything other than get coffee or play solitaire and shop on her computer! Is this really necessary, Brian?”

Your narrowed eyes threw daggers at the Frenchman, curiosity piqued as to why he was paying so much attention to you when he claimed he did nothing other than work, work, work. Brian, head of internal affairs, shook his head at Pierre from his office chair, seemingly lost for words as he reevaluated the situation. Poor old Brian obviously had no clue just how far your disdain for your colleague went and now, well now, he was in way over his head.

“I’m sorry, Pierre,” your boss said, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the mahogany desk while he sentenced you to proverbial death. “You’ll both have to find a way to get along. Corporate needs this event organised and controlled properly, and you two are the only two with the correct qualifications. Emails have already been sent to your computers. No complaints, understood?”

The only thing you understood was that you’d have to find a new job soon, so that was something. 

The clock did little to ease the lull in conversation that followed Brian’s words as it ticked past 9 o’clock the way it always did; slow and monotonous and somewhat teasing. A battle of wills had emerged between the three of you, placing internal bets on who would break first. You didn’t need to glance to your right to know that Pierre was already pulling his dark and broody face, the only one he pulled when he didn’t get his way, hence why you didn’t see it very often.

You were more than happy to fill the silence.

“We have different degrees, Pierre,” you sighed, leaning back in the armchair and bouncing your eyes around Brian’s office at photographs, certificates and the very expensive bourbon decanter you had ogled on the way in. It was like your brain knew you’d need a drink after whatever lay ahead for you.

“You got yours with Daddy’s money and connections and I got mine through going to the library and studying for hours upon hours. So maybe if you had spent as much time working as you spend watching my computer screen, you might have gotten a different job this quarter.”

The fierce crimson wave that you could see creeping up from the collar of your colleague’s pressed shirt sent you into panic mode, your face draining to match the grey of your pencil skirt as you waited for Pierre’s speech of retribution, almost flinching at your imagination.

It never came.

His reaction came by way of a silent nod of thanks to Brian and the straightening of his tie, out the door quicker than you could even identify your feeling as one of regret. Was it regret? Or was it just annoying that he had let you win and now you felt bad for winning? You excused yourself from the worst meeting of your life and headed off down the corridor, cursing the sudden hurricane of confusion that had been stirred inside of you.

Stopping by Pierre’s office on your way back, you were met with a locked door and pulled blinds; the very first time you had ever seen it that way. For as long as you’d been in the job, it was common knowledge that Pierre Gasly was the first person to clock in and always the last person to clock out.

You allowed yourself a real groan this time, vibrations bouncing off the walls of the corridor and straight back into your nagging mind. The exhaustion had finally caught up with you, almost falling into one of the armchairs outside of Pierre’s office and rubbing your eyes violently. You sat for a moment, debating between apologising to your colleague or forgetting it ever happened and that you had imagined his out-of-character yield to your words.

He’s gonna make my life a living hell, you thought, but two can play that game.

—

“Y/n, wake up,” the voice coos, almost sending you into a deeper trance until you reach that state of awareness – the one where you can place the voice, and the man who goes with it. “Come on, sweetheart.” He grits, the nickname covered in false sentimentality and convenience.

Your eyes flutter open slowly, surroundings mixed up with light and unfamiliarity which causes a dull throb to arrive in the back of your head almost immediately. Pierre comes into view next, one hand thrusting a glass of water into your grasp while the other clutches his briefcase and untied-tie.

How did Pierre get into your apartment? Why is he holding his work briefca-

Oh. Oh, fuck.

He must’ve enjoyed the way your freshly rested face falls almost instantaneously as you register exactly what had happened and what was happening, his smirk growing as wide as your eyes had gone not a moment earlier. You try blinking to get rid of the situation before you but it was no good.

You had fallen asleep outside Pierre Gasly’s office – and here you were, the next morning.

Your bed for the night has become far too uncomfortable and you leap off the seat, the back of your thighs peeling off the leather with a slight burn as Pierre watches on in mild amusement. The silence encompassing you both is deafening and the throb in your head is getting stronger with each moment his eyes are on you.

“Stop staring,” you grumble, tucking a piece of hair back into place, avoiding Pierre’s gaze at all costs. You take the glass of water from him with a nod of your head, gulping down the liquid to aid your rapidly drying throat and to formulate a threat at the same time. “Say what you have to say and then leave me alone, ok?”

He gives you the once-over, wandering eyes raking over the same shirt and skirt duo that he saw yesterday, tongue darting out to run over his bottom lip as he examines you. A quick turn on his heel and he’s strolled into his office without another word or sly comment, prompting your blood to boil at Pierre’s sudden inability to play ball with your teasing.

He wasn’t bored, was he?

He was an asshole, that was for sure, but the way he was so quick-witted made your thoughts wander every time he started running his mouth, desperate to know if he was as talented running his mouth somewhere else as he was at work. He was so fucking hot too, oftentimes too hot for his own good – yours too.

The gnawing attraction was always there, from your very first day when you walked straight into him and spilled a scalding oat latte down his crisp powder blue shirt, your whole presence glowing red under his merciless stare as he tutted under his breath and carried on his way without another word.

You’ve only taken three steps away from his office when you hear the door open and a feigned cheerful “Can you come in here please, y/n?” break in the silence of the hallway. His French accent lilts over the words with an almost magnetic pull, a kind of mermaid siren that invades your senses and turns you on your heel to follow it.

Your watch reads 7:32am and it hits you that there’s no one else around except you and Pierre – your throat dries and your blood pumps in your ears uncomfortably loud. You knock on the door to maintain your professional demeanor but when you push into the office and his feet are resting on his glass desk, it’s obvious that he’s not ready to talk about work yet.

In fact, he doesn’t talk at all for 46 seconds. You have to count each second out to calm your nerves under his signature analytical stare.

“Please tell me, y/n,” Pierre drawls, leaning even further back in the office chair as if it were possible. “Why do I come into work and find you asleep outside my office? You need to speak to me, no? To apologise maybe?”

You shift your weight from foot to foot, suddenly insecure at what feels like an ambush; he’s loving it. He awaits your reply with childlike curiosity, ringed fingers rubbing the stubble on his cheeks and then carding through his slightly messy hair. You’re not sure if your speechlessness is due to a formulating answer in your head or if it’s due to the cross necklace peeking out from behind Pierre’s shirt, the glint hitting you right between your thighs.

“Don’t need to apologise,” you mumble, immediately cursing the way your voice has shrunk in the open room, recognising the smirk Pierre’s wearing on his lips as the one he uses in the courtroom. “Can I leave now?”

He stands and your breath catches in your throat, a sudden influx of ‘fuck me, Pierre’ crowding your already overdriven brain. He makes a point to pull each blind that covers the windows boxing you in with him, before stopping to stare at the waking city below.

“I’m not so sure, sweetheart,” he laughs, turning just in time to catch your thighs pressing together to create the friction that you so desperately need – from him. “I think,” Pierre continues, stalking toward you like a predator to prey, “You’re so close to giving up on this facade, y/n. I think you want to fuck me almost as bad as I want to fuck you.”

There’s another silence; a battle of wills as you evaluate and then reevaluate and then evaluate again. He’s right, he’s never once been wrong since you’ve started to work together but there’s something that galls you about knowing that you’re going to give in to him any second now.

He knows he has you. He can see it in the way your tight smile falters, or the way that your eyes take a second more on their blink. He just wants to see if you’ll give in as easily as he thinks you will.

“Do I need to call HR, Mr. Gasly?” You respond, a coy smile stretching across your face while Pierre keeps getting closer and your legs threaten to collapse. He chuckles, an octave lower in case the barren office has suddenly grown ears and wants to eavesdrop on your private meeting.

“I’m sure they’ll hear you screaming my name, chérie, so it won’t be necessary.”

He closes the too-wide gap and brings his lips to yours, moving with purpose and intent – like with everything he does. You sigh into the kiss with an almost pathetic relief, thankful that you can finally give yourself up without the fear that your colleague couldn’t feel the overpowering sexual tension that you could.

Pierre’s lips never leave your skin as he walks you back against the door you had knocked on mere moments ago, your hands clutching the lapels of his suit jacket as you lose yourself in his everything; his taste, his touch, his unmistakable scent of success and money.

“You want to know what I think about you, y/n, hm?” he whispers against the column of your throat, one hand undoing the buttons of your crinkled blouse while the other keeps a strong grip on your waist.

His teeth ghost along the burning skin and a muffled groan threatens to claw its way out of your throat as he continues. “I think that you go home every night to your boyfriend, cook and kiss and do every boring thing he wants you to do,”

He looks at you for a response but you let him keep talking; he doesn’t need to know you don’t have a boyfriend at home. Maybe he needs to think that you do.

“I think you let him touch you, but you wish it was me, isn’t that right, ma belle? You wish I was fucking you the way you need, the way you deserve?”

You’re so caught up in the way he’s describing how much he thinks of you that you don’t realise that your shirt has been discarded on the floor and that Pierre’s belt has been dropped on top of it, his fingers making quick work on the buttons of his slacks.

Your brain melts, mouth waters and panties dampen as you watch him; he’s nothing if not a showman.

You swap places with him, spinning and pushing his back against the door before wordlessly dropping to your knees. “I think,” you start, tugging down his trousers and palming over the bulge in his boxers, doe eyes returning for Pierre’s entertainment. “You’re so desperate to get your dick wet; it’s pathetic.”

Before he has a chance to protest your claims, you’ve rid him of his boxers and wrapped your lips around his tip, tongue swirling around the swollen head as he lets the profanities flow from his mouth.

Pierre switches from English to French with a learned ease and the combination of the two has you sneaking a hand between your thighs and into your panties, desperate to ease your own ache that he started.

He snakes a hand into your hair and guides you up and down his length, head thrown back against his office door as you hollow your cheeks around him. “I’m pathetic?” He seethes through the pleasure, hips beginning to thrust harder and faster into your mouth. “I’m not the one slobbering on a cock and touching herself at the same time.”

Your moans and whimpers send vibrations down his cock and he’s hitting the back of your throat in no time, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as Pierre’s hips never falter. You reach a hand to massage his balls and he’s spewing French expletives like there’s no tomorrow, yet there’s an unmistakable “good girl” that graces your eardrums. 

Once he locks eyes with your own through your lashes he reluctantly pulls himself out of your mouth, running a hand through his hair as he calms his breathing and pulls you to stand in front of him. He kisses you again, grunting into your mouth when he tastes himself on your tongue, teeth sinking into your bottom lip when you wrap your legs around his hips. 

The kiss robs you of all your senses until you're lowered onto the cool glass desk, hissing when your back makes contact. “You like this, mon ange?” Pierre teases, pulling the zipper of your skirt at a painstakingly slow pace that only serves to make you whinier. “Anyone could walk by and see you getting your attitude sorted, hm? A greedy slut with a god complex, no?” 

It sends a shiver down your spine, how dirty his words make you feel and how much it turns you on that someone could walk by and see you and Pierre. 

Your hips shift to get out of your skirt, quickly followed by your bra being thrown across the office floor. Two fingers press at your covered clit and you mewl, grinding down on the pressure and holding yourself up on your forearms to watch every one of Pierre’s movements. The fabric is soaked through and you almost feel embarrassed about how easy you feel, until Pierre moves your panties to the side and sinks a finger into your cunt, sighing at the tight fit wrapped around him. 

“Does your boyfriend not fuck you enough, y/n?” he teases, and you can’t help but play his game and feed his ego as much as you can. “You’re so tight, fuck, I’m gonna go nice and deep, yeah?” 

He adds another finger and you wince, the stretch burning slightly but the pleasure overriding it almost immediately. Pierre’s finger stroke and curl, a delicious combo that has your toes curling and your chest heaving. 

“No, Pierre, need you to fuck me, better than anyone,” you whine, teetering on the edge dangerously quick as Pierre sends you a panty-melting smirk while he listens to your begging. “Please, daddy, want everyone to know how good you make me feel.”

It was a no-brainer – the way his jaw goes slack and his fingers still at the name voids everything that he’s ever done to you. 

He groans again, this time a faraway sound that seems to imprint on your brain and you know you’ll hear that exact sound every time he’s in your eyeline in the future. His desk drawer opens and he produces a condom, rolling it on his cock in a swift motion while you pop the buttons on his dress shirt, desperate for a glimpse at the taut abs that he hides so well. 

He lines himself up and you hold your breath, both of your eyes trained at the point where you connect, simultaneous gasps as he pushes inside inch by delicious inch. 

You’re surprised by his pace considering you’re fucking in his office at worlk; opting for slow and deep rather than hard and fast. He finds his way around your body with learned ease, mapping out each point that makes you shudder and shake and the ones that have you panting his name like it’s the only thing left in your head. 

“Tell me y/n,” he sighs, leaning over you to pepper kisses from your neck down the valley of your breasts. “Is all that grit and determination just to get fucked on my desk worth it?” 

You hear his question but all your attention is taken by the dangling cross in front of your eyes, and you just can’t help yourself. 

It dangles low enough that you can capture it in your mouth, tongue running across the cold bars of gold that usually press flush against Pierre’s chest. He’s mesmerised; swears he’s died and gone to heaven as his thrusts stutter slightly while you focus all your energy on the chain. 

“‘M s’close” you whisper, the dam of pleasure in your core at breaking point while Pierre continues to hit that spot inside you, wrapping a hand around your throat as he watches you begin to shake under him. “Beg me for it, sweetheart, I know you can.” He spits, fingers tightening every so slightly that you can feel the pleasure heightening and the freight train that’s about to hit you. 

Pierre’s other hand lands on your clit, fast and tight circles contrasting from the speed of his strokes and your voice is raw from whimpering but you need to come and you need to make Pierre come. 

“Please, daddy, you’re making me feel so good, your good girl,” you babble, maintaining eye contact with the bastard as he never lets up. “Best I’ve ever had, swear, please let me come.” 

He only nods and you can’t control anything that you do; unsure if you’re silent or screaming because you’re blindsided by the orgasm that nobody could’ve prepared you for. Pierre rides it out with you, a silent curse of your name as he spills inside the condom and covers your body with his, both of you hyper aware that all the blinds are open and it’s a Wednesday morning at work. 

You both redress faster than the whole thing unfolded and you’re limping out of his office and down the corridor to your own, red-faced and overly-happy while never more confused in your whole life. 

“Y/n!” A voice calls cheerily, and you turn to be met with Brian, a look of slight worry crossing his features. 

“Great to see you and Pierre getting along! Who’d have thought, only 12 hours after that disaster meeting and now he’s lending you suit jackets! I knew I made the right decision!” 

Pierre fucking Gasly and his embroidered suits.

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#not how i intended to start my day but here we are #h*rny for a frenchman #pierre gasly #pg #f1 imagine

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formula one drivers as romance tropes pt. 2

she's finally here... the long awaited part 2 to formula one drivers as romance tropes!! also, i included fernando alonso because he was my first ever f1 love from when i was a kid <3 I have a french parent so him winning with renault shaped my childhood

warnings: mentions of smut, mentions of throwing up, mentions of alcohol, fernando alonso, dogs, lots and lots of fluff, nerdy!max makes an appearance, mention of zhou guanyu crash

enemies to lovers: max verstappen

Ok hear me out on this…

You’re also a sim racer, but you’re on a different team than max

Somehow, you always end up in the same races, jockeying for position

He’s super competitive in everything, not just on the actual race track, but you are just as competitive as him

It was a healthy rivalry, but after a crash that left both of you falling way out of the points, it turned into all out enemies

You played the blame game around each other which led to bad blood - in all reality, neither of you would yield and leave each other the space, it was just a game of chicken essentially

It was starting to get a little nasty with you directing comments at him here and there, and sometimes he’d address them on his streams by firing back (albeit your’s are a touch meaner)

Somehow your rivalry takes on a life of its own as fans and people on social media start to run with it and build an entirely false (ok, only somewhat false) narrative around it

For one of the race weekends, F1 marketing plans a showcase for a Saturday and you’re just THRILLED because this means you’re going to have to actually interact with him when he finishes qualifying

You spend all day hyping yourself up to face him, but when he finally shows up after qualifying (of course taking pole position), your jaw literally drops

Your first thought is “he’s hot ????” then you freak out because when did you start finding him HOT

(all those tweets you saw about post-race max are hitting home now)

He’s oblivious at first even though you are bright red, but your friends and team immediately notice

At this event, there’s an obvious tension between the two of you - you’re even snappier than usual because you’re annoyed that you’re nervous around him and actually ~noticing~ him

Max is pissed because “god, you’re so annoying” but that’s because he can’t not pay attention to you

The way you nervously bounce your leg before a race in the sim? You're picking at your nails before the Q&A session with fans? You don’t smile when you overtake someone because you’re so focused? How red you turn when your team celebrates your win? Once he notices the dimples when you smile, he’s a goner

At another session, they pair you both together for a head-to-head race to show your different driving styles

It’s absolutely brutal

At one point you probably threaten his F1 career, and he throws something back about how his feet at least reach the pedals (OUCH)

The loser has to buy the other a fancy dinner of the winner’s choice as punishment

You of course beat him, and for dinner, you decide on some fancy Mediterranean place (and order at least two bottles of fancy wine on his tab)

Years later, you’d both consider that your first date all thanks to a silly little rivalry in sim racing <3

"sorry, my dog likes you more than they like me": mick schumacher

You just lived down the street from Mick, so you’d see him around all the time

Passing by each other on the sidewalk, running into each other in the market, holding the door for you as he left the cafe, but your favorite moments were when he was walking his dog and she stopped by you to lick your hand or wait for you to scratch behind her ears (you never realized you knew her name but not his)

After a string of run-ins nearly every day, his dog Angie decided to finally break the ice

You’re sat in the park on the phone with your friend, but you’re suddenly interrupted as a dog comes barreling toward you with her tanging hanging out and mischief in her eyes

Angie practically launched herself at you, immediately licking your face and getting her muddy paws all over your jeans

Mick is absolutely mortified - face bright red in anger and embarrassment as he runs toward where he believes his dog has just mauled an innocent bystander (he definitely thinks worst case scenario)

He was relieved somewhat when he gets close enough to hear you laughing wildly as you pet Angie, but he still called for usually well-behaved dog 

When she finally listened, he apologized profusely and next you thing you know, he’s introduced himself and sat next to you while Angie stands between your legs so you’ll scratch her head

What used to be run-ins turn into frequent conversations when you’re out, and one day you end up sharing lunch in the park where Angie had started all of this… she runs around the entire time and you or Mick end up having to throw her ball in between bites of lunch

Somehow, you end up dogsitting for him in a pinch when he needs to go out of town, and when he tried to go back to his old dogsitter, Angie makes it clear she likes her new one much more

Now you’re really seeing each other a lot, and Mick finally hypes himself up into asking you to dinner (the first time you’ve hung out without his dog) and it ends up being amazing

Angie is a little jealous that you’re both together and she’s not there, but you both make it up to her when he brings you back to his place to see her

The first time he kisses you, she jumps up after him to lick your face, and you’re not sure you’ve ever seen him laugh so hard

She’s super happy when you start to come over more frequently, and eventually, just become a permanent fixture at his house

no strings attached: pierre gasly

Pierre is in his fuckboy era

Pierre slagly if you will 

Both you and pierre agree no strings attached sex is a perfect thing - your friends from a mutual friend group so you already know each other, but there’s no serious history that could get in the way or make it complicated

Tbh it’s great because there’s no learning curve, you know what the other likes, it’s familiar but still exciting… in all honesty, it’s a win-win

You notice things starting to change a little bit when your meetups go from strictly sex to a takeout meal here and there, maybe a movie, maybe its a vent session where he airs his frustrations with his car and his season, maybe you cuddle here and there just to decompress and relax

There’s always still sex, but it’s not the only thing bringing you together now

You know you’re in trouble when he hugs you bye one time because 1) who hugs their booty call when they’re leaving and 2) why did you kind of like it?? It almost gave you the warm and fuzzies

You’re a little concerned now, so you tell your friends, and they’re all like “it’s natural!!! You spend so much time together!!!” and Pierre tells some of his friends too because he started feeling a little more caring than he thought was right (no strings attached, remember?)

When summer break hits, the whole friend decides to spend some time in Lake Como, and they’re definitely playing Cupid since they know about the two of you

It’d start to get messy real quick as the group purposely chooses their daily schedules based on whatever will leave you and pierre together

Trips down to the beach, walks to the market, staying at the bar, anything in the water - you two always end up together 

Also there is so much sex happening all the time because of this its getting a little insane

You end up with food poisoning from one of the restaurants, and you make everyone else continue with their plans for the day and night because you can take care of yourself

Pierre stays behind the entire time, and at first he’s just sitting in the living room of the villa just in case your stubborn ass finally admits you need something, but he comes up to check on you when he thinks he hears crying

You’re on the phone with your mom because everyone wants their mom when they’re sick, and when you hang up, you’re mortified to see him standing in the doorway while you sniffle

He feels like his heart is breaking when he sees you, and before either of you realize it, he’s wrapping you up in his arms to cuddle on the bed

It’s sweet honestly

He even holds your hair back when you’re throwing up again, and when you wake up the next morning with him still in your bed, you realize how utterly screwed you are

After a long conversation where both of you admit that maybe strings attached wouldn’t be so bad, you never look back 

childhood friends to lovers: esteban ocon

You and esteban met in grade school

It was your first day at a new school and you couldn’t reach the cubby for your backpack, so little esteban (who was taller than everyone else already) helped you put it away <3

Esteban ocon has been a gentleman his entire life, and five-year-old estie is no exception

The first time your parents meet, you introduce him as the boy who carries your backpack for you, and immediately your dad is like “i already like this kid”

The two of you are pretty much joined at the hip for the next few years, and you remain best friends while he’s traveling for karting and stuff

You write letters to each other because its more fun than trying to use your parent’s phones or laptops to try to talk

also, he remembered how much you loved reading letters in history or reading class, so he sometimes tried to write letters like they did in the 1700s

He also called you ma cherie at beginning of every letter because that’s what the man always called his lady in history class letters

Even when he called you that, he made fun of you for your teeth and you made fun of him for how lanky he was - I mean, what are best friends for??

Obviously you start to see each other less and less with racing getting more serious, but every time you reunite it's like you’re your six-year-old selves again

You try to go to a few GPs a year to see him, and he tries to visit when he can, but you never miss his home GP

Your parents who love him as much as you (maybe even more) always make the trip south with you to see him at the French GP, and he of course gets passes for everyone to make it an entire weekend

Walking through the paddock, he refuses to let you carry your own bag “for old times sake” and while the two of you lead the pack, your parents are elbowing each other and literally begging for either of you to realize you’re in L-O-V-E

[while each of you are very much aware how much you like the other, you both think it's entirely unreciprocated and risking your friendship] 

Your parents were totally scheming now, and they both made up some excuse as to why they had to leave dinner after the race early, leaving just the two of you there… in a romantic french restaurant… with some wine… some ambient music

Of course there’s only one slice of clafoutis left so you have to share…

On the walk back to the hotel, your hands keep brushing and you’re suddenly noticing he’s like really close

He accidentally admits his feelings because he’s talking about bringing you to more GPs so he can have you around because “everyone deserves their best friend with them all the time”

And you’re like “esteban that’s literally a romantic partner” and he’s like “yeah exactly!”

Honestly it ends up being so cute, and he’s a little confused as to why you’re laughing, but when you FINALLY kiss him he gets it

secret lover: fernando alonso

Fernando had been your secret - it felt so much safer to keep your affections between the two of you than involve the outside world

Both of you were private people to begin with, so keeping things secret was honestly easier and more enjoyable for both of you than some grand announcement or worrying about invasive cameras

Fernando was especially concerned about your privacy because you were a single parent - even without meeting your kids yet (we’ll get into that) he worried about their privacy and life as much as you did 

It was starting to get tiring though, sneaking around between race weekends and the babysitter’s availability - feeling like you were lying to your kids every time you spent time with Fernando

The kids were too young to remember the divorce, but you were still worried to ever introduce them to Fernando with the fear that it wouldn’t be permanent

You were supposed to spend a long weekend together in between races (telling your kids it was a work trip felt awful), but a call on your way to the airport that your youngest son was sick had you turning around

You apologized to Fernando relentlessly as he drove you back, but he reassured you that it was the right decision

When Fernando dropped by later that night, bag in hand from the pharmacy full of medicine and treats, your heart swelled

Alarms started ringing in your head as you invited him in, but with the boys asleep upstairs for hours at this point (the oldest was starting to catch whatever the youngest had), you figured it couldn’t hurt

WRONG

At some point in watching a movie, you both fall asleep on the couch only to be woken up by your oldest son coming downstairs to ask for some water

Imagine his confusion when 1) there’s a strange man he doesn’t know asleep on the couch next to his mom and 2) that strange man is racer FERNANDO ALONSO 

He immediately puts together why you took them to a few races with those fancy passes now - totally not “someone from work”

You’re absolutely mortified now, but there’s no going back, so you introduce Fernando as your friend and let him ask all the questions he wants until you’re leading him back upstairs with his water

Fernando ends up staying because shit now you have to let your other son meet him in the morning

PLS he would make a giant breakfast for everyone and your boys would be so confused because why is world champion fernando alonso cooking them breakfast?? Also mom how do you know fernando?? 

He came around more often, and eventually the boys understood why

You’d probably be dancing around the topic still and one day at dinner with just the three of you one of them would ask something totally out of pocket about why your boyfriend isn’t here

Safe to say Fernando comes around a lot more now (and he would honestly treat them so well too)

Pls imagine him walking them through the paddock (and one of them would 100% be wearing Ferrari stuff so he’d begrudgingly take him to the garage)

friend of a friend of a friend: zhou guanyu

Zhou is an absolute fashion icon and he seems like such an intelligent guy (I would love to have a conversation with him he seems so cool)

You first met at a party celebrating your friend’s clothing launch - he was a friend of a friend of a friend

You’d actually thought he was a model she had worked with based on his clothes, but he laughed when you asked him, turning red and swearing he wasn’t a model

You weren’t a massive F1 fan, so when he told you he drove in the series, you answered with what you did for a living and carried on the conversation

He secretly loved that you didn’t make a fuss over it and kept the conversation going

Neither of you knew a ton of people at the party, and with your mutual friends busy as they make their rounds through the crowd, the two of you are pretty much left to do your own thing

You’re practically attached at the hip all night

Bathroom? He guards the door so no one tries to come in

Getting another drink? He makes sure no one even looks at your drink in a funny way, yet alone get close to it

Acquaintances sharing a chat? He’s introducing you to them before he even realizes it

You would 100% become besties after this party

Your mutual friends would realize at the end of the night that they failed to introduce you, but when they see the two of together, laughing like you’ve known each other for years, they realize it's probably best they let you do it on your own

You’d spend time as besties for a couple months, and you were starting to realize the growing feelings you thought were just love for your new bestie was maybe a bit more

Things rapidly changed following his crash at Silverstone

After his crash and release from the medical center (and making him promise a million times that he was really okay) you realized… yeah this is a little more than caring for him as just a friend

You hung out after his accident, and even though he swore he was fine and he was medically cleared, you forced him to not move off the couch and did literally everything for him

Cuddles while watching a movie? A necessity 

You try to justify it in some way to totally deflect your feelings, but Zhou would see right through it

He’d tease you about it at first, and when you finally broke and admitted that yes, you like him, he’d just smile and be like “lol me too”

It’d be the most nonchalant admission of liking someone but it felt so natural

He’d be the softest boyfriend :((

secretly famous: yuki tsunoda

100% this man would fail to ever mention that he drives in F1 you’d be on like your second or third date and someone would recognize him and ask for a picture

Ok ok before the dates let’s talk about meeting

You’d be a uni student and just a barista on the side, and of course Yuki would stop at the cafe you work at all the time

At first it's for the really good latte you make, but soon, yukino develops a little crush on the really nice barista at his favorite cafe

The cafe is usually empty when you’re both there because of the weird hours - your work the odd shifts due to your uni schedule, and yuki stops in in between training, sim sessions and marketing visits with the team

After literal weeks of shameless flirting, you’d have to make the first move in asking him out because (even after you literally told him to ask you to dinner !) he was still nervous you’d say no

He’d let you plan the first date since you know the area much better than he does

100% a walk in the park and he’d buy you both little gelatos or something (he has such a sweet tooth he’d end up trying yours too)

You’d quickly learn all about his life in Japan, his interests, and most importantly his love of good food

When you asked him about his job, he just said he was a race car driver and traveled a lot for work… he left it at that because he’d much rather talk about you

So imagine your surprise on your third date (fancy restaurant this time since he loves good food) when a man walks up to the table asking for a picture and making small talk about the upcoming F1 race

And you’re like “F1 race?? Like Formula 1?? Like only 20 drivers in the world??”

Yuki would play it off like it was no big deal, and you’d be shaking his shoulders like “oh my goodness, it’s such a big deal!! Be proud of yourself!! You’re one of 20 drivers!! You’re so talented!!!”

He’d blush so HARD you guys and he’d be extra soft because he never wanted to use that he was an f1 driver to wow you, and it didn’t wow you how he was scared of

You were wanting him to tell people he was a driver because he was proud of himself, not as a brag

You had no idea what was really happening at the first race you went to, but no one in the paddock could miss the girl decked out in Driver 22 gear and a Japanese flag

#very nice #max verstappen imagine #mick schumacher imagine #pierre gasly imagine #esteban ocon imagine #fernando alonso imagine #zhou guanyu imagine #yuki tsunoda imagine #formula one imagine #formula 1 imagine #f1 drivers #f1 smut #f1 fluff

[icemanhoneybadger]

Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody 🎶

#thank you kind sir #dr

[icemanhoneybadger]

You lot need to wake up to yourself if you're writing justifications about how banning sexually and racially abusive people won't achieve anything because "they won't learn from it". Just say you don't care about victims of racial and sexual violence, say you care more about the abstract idea of educating an abuser than protecting minorities. You lot crawl out of shitholes to disguise your bigotry as altruistic logic, scum of the earth

#ok they wont learn but they wont abuse anyone at another race again? #the event is automatically safer? #i know driver safety isnt top priority this year #they have made that clear #but like??? #i dont want to go to an event anywhere if i know the event organisers dont care about my safety #and just overlook and allow that kind of abuse #???

[icemanhoneybadger]

More fun facts!

Daniel was faster throughout, he said so multiple times :) Tom confirmed it. Lando's engineer also confirmed it

+ Lando's engineer told him "we need you to push more" and, mclaren left this bit out from the radio on the app, but Lando replied: I can't.

Death to McLaren 🧡

#i hate it here. #dr #ln #mclaren

[icemanhoneybadger]

Power Play

Trust was always something important to Lewis, and to you too, of course. Your relationship fell into a natural Dom/Sub one without either of you trying, it came so naturally to you both.

Lewis has always been somewhat of a soft Dom with you, never quite embracing a true Dominate power over you, until now. Now he thinks you are ready to take it to the next level and he is going to push you. 

He would still ease you into this new realm, the enormity of what it might do to your body and your mind ever present to him, but his urge to have complete and full control over your mind, over your body and over your orgasms was huge. He was going to push you into a true Subspace this time, the type that will take him a while to get you back from.

He would ask you to remember your safe word before tying you to his bed posts, but he would hope you wouldn’t want to use it. Cable ties were his preferred choice of tie, something you couldn’t break out of. He needed to see that you fully trusted him and restraining you with something that would tear at your skin if you tried to break loose was perfect to prove that. 

He had curated a selection of special equipment just to experiment with you. The sight of him circling you, his eyes locked on your body, as he smacked a riding crop, one with a heart at the end, against his hand really turned you on. He looked so attractive when he was in his Dom state. He would trace his fingertips across your bare skin, enjoying your shiver in anticipation of what his next move may be. 

He would start with softer taps of the crop on your thighs, delighting in the way your body moved every time, soft little shudders at the shock. He built up the strength of the taps now on your breasts, your nipples instantly hardening as the crop connected with them. Finally he moved to your clit, this time he built the pressure of the spanks faster. Your body shivered intensely at every slap of the crop against your most sensitive spot.

He would tell you what a good girl you were, and encourage you to take more. He could see in your eyes that you were enjoying the mix of pleasure and pain, your eyes were begging him for more. 

He had you in a state of yearning now, yearning for his touch whether it was going to cause you pleasure or pain and he wanted to keep that going. He wanted to reward you for being a good girl, so far. 

His next toy was a big one, the size was even bigger than him, which was some feat. He reached for the vibrator, holding it to your clit on maximum vibration immediately. He wasn’t going to go easy on you today, not one bit.

You struggled against the restraints that bound you, your moans were too loud for his liking. He stuffed the panties he stripped from you in your mouth as he went to work on you. Never once lessening the vibration intensity, he moved from your clit down to your core, stretching you with the size as he fucked you with it. 

He delighted in knowing you were struggling to take the size, he told you to be a good girl and you would get to cum but at the last minute, just as you were about to reach your peak he pulled it out of you and stepped away completely. 

His eyes bore into you as your body shuddered, desperate for the release you were so close to getting only seconds ago. He drew for the crop once more and tapped at your clit, taking the panties out of your mouth.

“Beg for it. Daddy wants to hear you beg to cum.” He stuffed the panties back into your mouth once more. “Only good girls get to cum.” 

He didn’t want you to beg with words, the only begging for release would come from how far you could take him pushing you tonight.

Both of you were unsteady on your feet as you made your way into your apartment. Lewis had pulled you into him a few times whilst you made your way up in the elevator, he always made sloppy, obvious moves with a little alcohol in his system and tonight was no different. He would have fucked you in the elevator, or in the hallway, if you had let him. The moment your front door shut he pounced, grabbing at your cheeks as he kissed your neck. 

“I need to be inside of you, right now.” He growled, his hunger piercing through his words. 

“Go lay down, I’ll freshen up and be right in.” 

~

Lewis was laid back naked on your bed as you joined him in the room, he had an arm hooked behind his head, cock proudly on display and rightly so, he had a member to be proud of. You stepped out of your panties, making your way over to join him.

“Keep your dress on, I’ve wanted to fuck you in it all night.” 

Lewis’ voice was deeper than usual, he was clearly very tipsy, you saw this as your perfect chance to take advantage of his weakened state. You wanted to fuck him, not be fucked, tonight. 

You climbed onto him, your dress rose up to your hips as you slid your folds across his shaft on purpose. His hands instinctively grabbed for your hips, his fingers dug into your skin so hard you knew you would have bruises in the morning. Your kisses were sloppy, his tongue fought yours for dominance as you felt him grow harder and harder underneath you. His hand moved between you, his attempt to put himself inside of you. 

“Let me do it.” You hissed. 

He didn’t resist, he moved his hand back to your hip as you rose up before sliding down on him, he let out a little groan as your core engulfed him. You slipped your fingers in between his as you rocked on him, pushing his arms back behind his head. 

“No touching.” He screwed his face up at you. “No touching, otherwise you don’t get to cum.” 

His eyes rolled back in his head, you worked your hips rocking on him as he struggled to give up control to you. Every part of him was aching to touch you, to guide your movements, to hold your hips down as he fucked you from underneath but he obeyed your words. 

You soon brought both of your orgasms close, as you felt yourself peak you ran a hand up his torso and tickled your fingers across his neck lightly. His eyes rolled back once more, he liked it.

“You want to cum don’t you?” You moaned, he nodded as he bit his bottom lip. “Cum inside me, Daddy. Fill me up.” 

Your orgasm ran through your body as his whole body twitched underneath you, his hips thrusting upwards as he released himself before falling back to the bed heavily. You didn’t get off of him, instead you laid forward so your head rested on his clammy chest, relishing in how fast his heart was beating as he tried to catch his breath. 

“Don’t get too used to that, baby.” He whispered as he kissed your forehead, still buried inside of you. 

“I thought you liked it? Especially the part with my hand aro-” 

“That was a one time thing. As soon as I catch my breath, I will show you who is really in control.”

Your stomach filled with butterflies every time your phone screen lit up with his name. I say name, he saved it as ‘Daddy💜’ when you first met, you soon found out why. 

‘How is my princess doing today? I have sent you a little something for you to treat yourself with x’ 

You knew what that meant, money. You saw he had transferred you an amount that your job wouldn’t pay you in six months, pocket change to him. 

‘Thank you, Daddy. I miss you x’

‘I miss you too, princess. I will fly you out soon, I promise. Have fun spoiling yourself, remember the rules x’

You knew the rules, of course you did. The only return he wanted for his money was pictures of you wearing the stuff you bought with it. You happily obliged each and every time, the confidence boost he gave you upon receiving the images was more than worth it. 

You drove to the shopping mall in your car worth upwards of 100k, Lewis’ birthday present to you this year. In fact, everything you wore or was in possession of was bought and paid for by Lewis. He really did spoil you. 

You spent four hours shopping, trying on many different outfits, shoes and browsing the endless collection of jewellery in your favourite jewellers. It always took a while to find stuff you were certain he would love but when you did, the butterflies returned as you skipped happily back to your car, bags in hand, ready to put on a show for him. 

‘Wow. You look incredible in that dress. x’ He replied to one of your many pictures you sent him. 

You had become quite the expert at finding the best lighting, the best angles to really display your new purchases. 

‘Just one more, I found something a little special that I thought you might like. x’

You knew he would read that message and eagerly await what was to come next. Patience was never his strong point but he was learning with you, he knew you would never disappoint him. 

You lay on your bed, working the camera around to find the best angle to film a video. Once you found it, you moved the camera slowly up your body, displaying all of your curves that he loved so much, decorated with the prettiest white lace lingerie, making sure to reveal just enough to have him craving you. As you made your way past your chest you hovered over your new necklace, it was a petite silver chain that had an Amethyst hanging off of it, you turned the jewel around to reveal it was engraved with ‘LH’ before placing it back against your chest and zooming out to get you face in, you blew him a kiss and sent the video. 

Lewis didn’t reply straight away, not like he had when you sent the others. You worried for a moment that the necklace was too much, neither one of you had brought up the relationship conversation, both of you content with the casual nature of your affection. 

‘Daddy has just booked you a ticket to fly out to me in Dubai, I want you wearing nothing but that lingerie and that necklace for the whole weekend. x’

Lewis doesn’t have many weaknesses, especially not in the bedroom, he is normally so in control that it is almost inconceivable that anything you could do could make him lose it. 

There is one thing though, one thing that completely takes away his power and forces him to give up control of his pleasure to you. That’s why he only lets you do it every so often.  

You riding him is his weakness. Whilst that may seem like a cliché power play on your part, it is nothing of the sort in reality. Lewis’ sole weakness in life is you, having very little control in the situation and having the perfect view of the body he worships just shreds all of his well tuned discipline. 

You know the moment you straddle him and begin to bounce, he won’t last long. You can see it in his face as the pleasure overwhelms him, he throws an arm over his mouth to stifle his moans, never one to take to vulnerability easily. 

The thrust up to release himself into you is violent but you adore it. The sounds he makes, the flex of his body, the feeling of your walls being decorated by his juices, all of it is mind blowing. 

Lewis grabs at your hips the first moment he is able to, flipping you over on the bed so now he is in control. He begins with soft thrusts, his dick still super sensitive from the orgasm seconds ago, as he bites on your lower lip. 

“Again? So soon?” You giggle.

“Baby, I train solely to be able to fuck you all night long.” 

And he does, allowing himself to orgasm whenever the urge takes him but never stopping once through it all. His stamina is out of this world, his hunger for your body even more so. You both spend the entire night fucking when Lewis has been away for a while, truly making up for time lost when apart. 

Lewis introduced the idea of ropes in the bedroom so cautiously, he knew it might not be something you’re into but it was a desire that burned deep in him. He got himself off often thinking about you bound on the bed in front of him, how defenceless and vulnerable you would look. Thoughts of using your body like his favourite fleshlight sent his mind into domspace effortlessly. 

With a lot of preparation, Lewis had you bound with a singular rope tying your wrists to your thighs, your pussy on display for him just how he liked it. He made certain you knew your safe word before the rope was even brought out, he reminded you of it once more, just seconds before he began to eat you out. 

He warned you plenty that he wasn’t going to go easy on you today but nothing prepared you for how intensely he lapped his tongue against your clit, fucking you with his fingers at the same time. He wasn’t satisfied until he had you squirting all over his face. 

Once the taste of you was a permanent fixture on his tongue, he lined the tip of his dick up with your entrance, pushing in just a little to focus on the gasp you let out as he stretched you. His size is so unforgiving that you will never truly get used to the feel of him stretching you out, your reaction sends a shiver down his spine. 

When he finally pushes himself into you, the position he has you tied it allows him to get as deep as possible. Both of you moan this time. He places a hand on the rope to steady himself before he goes to town on your pussy. 

Hard and fast he fucks you, his athleticism really shows out when the burn for your orgasms overwhelms him. One after another he draws out orgasms so powerful your whole body shakes, he never lets you rest until he is certain you are completely spent. 

Lewis pulls out of you to paint the backs of your thighs with his cum before reaching for his phone to take pictures of his work. 

“You look so beautiful, like the perfect obedient little princess.” He praises as he snaps multiple pictures to store in his album of you in various compromising positions.

He could taste the moment your orgasm drew close to explosion.

He was so addicted to the taste of you, but especially the taste of you seconds from orgasm, it tasted sweeter somehow and it took all of his will to pull away in that moment.

“Please Daddy, please.” You cried out as he stopped eating you out the very second you were about to peak.

He moved up your body to kiss you, treating you to the taste of yourself on his tongue as his dick centred at your opening.

“No.” He growled.

Lewis knew you were so incredibly frustrated having been brought to the point of orgasm twice already but denied the release both times, he also knew that his lack of words would frustrate you even more.

He sat back on his legs, holding his dick at your core as it radiated such a heat that only came from pure hunger for him.

He looked down at you, your pretty little face contorted with exhaustion, your eyes shined through the almost tears.

He hadn’t seen enough yet to make him think you were sorry for being such a brat at dinner, he was disappointed.

Lewis pushed only the tip into you and watched as your eyes rolled back, he knew how sensitive you were and his dick focused on your pleasure point made it unbearable for you.

He placed a hand on your stomach as he thrust gently, never giving you more than the tip, but that was all it took.

“Fuck, Daddy. It’s too much…please.”

The sight of you whimpering under what little he had given you, so pathetic, so needy, made him want to fuck you in to the bed so hard that you remembered your manners but he resisted.

“You can hold it. You want to make Daddy happy don’t you?” He had the most devilish smile on his face.

“I do, but…but…oh god.”

“Don’t you dare.” Lewis pulled out of you the second he felt the familiar wall clench that signified the beginning of your undoing.

“If I let you cum, how will you ever learn Baby?”

He stroked your hair away from your damp forehead, you tried your best to look at him but you were so overwhelmed you could barely keep your eyes open.

“Please.” Was all you could muster before he pushed all the way into you.

The heavy groan he let out as he buried his dick deep inside of you was the only sign of how worked up he was, he was so good at hiding it.

He pulled your legs up over his shoulders so he hit deep with his unforgiving size.

Your hands clawed at the sheets around you as you fought hard against your orgasm, despite how desperate you were for it, you were even more so to please him.

You no longer moaned, he had brought you to a place where you could only purr as he thrust in and out of you with little concern for how hard he was making this for you.

He felt the moment your orgasm broke through once more, he dropped your legs to his side and placed his hand over your lower stomach, his thumb on your clit.

“I can’t…fuck…I can’t hold it…” you cried out to warn him.

“You can cum.” He rubbed your clit. “Cum for me, cream all over Daddy’s dick.”

Your body arched off of the bed as the intensity of the once forbidden release washed over you, every single part of you tingled, your mouth let out the sweetest moan.

“Uh, fuck.” Lewis groaned as your orgasm drew his own out of him.

He didn’t need to move, instead he watched as your contracting pussy milked his dick for every drop it had.

He dropped to the side of you on the bed, bringing your legs up around his own before he pushed back inside of you.

The ripples through your walls as you came down from your high was so soothing, he never wanted to miss it.

Your body shook at every touch you were so sensitive, even when he cupped your cheek to kiss you.

Lewis ran his hand down your stomach and in between your legs, tracing a finger over your overstimulated clit for a second before bringing it up to his lips.

“Your orgasms taste the sweetest, Baby.” He mumbled as he sucked on his fingertip covered in your juices.

“Oh god, it’s too much…” You cried out, your body jerked forcefully with every touch of his fingers against your clit. 

“You wanted to cum, Baby.” He was laid between your legs, alternating between playing with you with his fingers and his tongue. “You wanted to cum so badly you thought it right to disobey me, so you will cum until I decide to stop.” 

Lewis had warned you to wait until he was back that night, you didn’t and you certainly didn’t expect him home so soon after he had left.

He walked in on you just as you were about to finish, you were watching one of the many home made videos the both of you had made, he could tell just by the sounds. He knew your moan very well. He grabbed your phone to look at the video. The image showed him between your legs, eating your pussy with a hand stretched up and around your neck. 

“Want me to do that to you now?” His voice was a growl. 

He was already undressing, his superbly hard dick sprang out and immediately you could think of nothing but tasting it. 

“Can I?” You reached out to touch it and he brushed your hand away. 

“That wasn’t what I offered.” He climbed in between your legs, so close that you could feel his hot breath against your pussy. “Do you want to cum, Baby?” 

“Ye…yes please.” 

He wasted no time, he ate you to orgasm three times within the space of half an hour or so. The third time was particularly draining, you had orgasmed so hard you could do nothing but close your eyes as your body shook underneath his tongue. 

Lewis tapped your clit with his fingers, putting just enough pressure on it to keep you on the edge of orgasm. 

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I just-” 

“You couldn’t wait for me to come home, that makes me very disappointed.” You could see him grind his waist into the bed, pleasuring himself in the only way he could right now. 

“I’m sorry…” 

You weren’t sure whether it was your apology or his sheer inability to hold off from fucking you any longer, but either way he was inside of you before you even realised he had moved position. 

He placed a hand on your neck as he fucked you, mimicking the video you had been watching when he found you. 

“God, your pussy is soaking. I made you cum lots, huh?” He teased, already knowing the answer. 

Your eyes rolling back with every stroke told him you were on edge once more but this time he was determined to feel it himself. 

“Still too much? Want me to stop?” 

“No…no, please.” 

“You sure, Baby? I don’t want it to overwhelm you.” 

“Please…” 

Your pleading always brought him right to the edge and this was no exception. He fucked you both to orgasm at the same time, you were so sensitive you could feel his dick cover your walls with cum as he groaned on top of you. 

Lewis lay on top of you, stroking your hair back as he placed soft kisses all over your face. He knew he had brought you to your subspace but he also knew the only way to bring you back was with his dick inside of you, so he obliged. The softest thrusts as he soothed your whole body back to him. 

“Concentrate, babe” Lewis laughed as he noticed your eyes trail down his body once more, trailing a droplet of sweat until it hit the waistband of his shorts. “Just a little longer and we’ll be done.”

You hated the gym, you hated working out, the only reason you ever offered to join him on one of his workouts was because you got to stare at him the whole time. There was something so special about seeing Lewis in his element, pushing his body to the max, and covered in sweat. It turned you on every time.

“Let me help you with those reps.” Lewis held your waist as you squatted with the weights, making sure you worked your ass up into his crotch each and every time.

He wasn’t biting, it didn’t matter what you did, he focused on both of you training and nothing else. You could feel how hard he was every time your cheeks hit his middle, yet he did absolutely nothing about it, much to your frustration.

Your sighs grew louder, your pouting more obvious, as you watched him lift some more weights. It was almost unbearable.

“I can see you, you know.” His voice was strained as he lifted them above his head and back down again. “You might be behind me but I can see you.”

You had forgotten about the mirror, too focused on the god like body that was always in your eye line.

“If you want it, beg me.” He placed his weights to the side, spinning around on the bench to face you.

“Please can-“

“No. Not like that. Make me pity you.”

You got on your hands and knees and crawled to rest between his thighs. All of your movements exaggerated, if you were going to make him give in, you needed to be sure he had the perfect visual of your tits and ass at all times.

“Please, Daddy. Just a little taste.” Your sub voice was in full use.

“I’m full of sweat, Baby. I don’t think you want-“

“I do, please. I don’t care, I just want to taste.”

Lewis shook his head with a breathy giggle as he pulled himself out of his waistband.

You were in no mood to tease him, the moment your lips wrapped around the swollen purple tip of his dick you were powerless to the overwhelming urge you had to suck every last drop of cum out of him.

And so you did, you sucked him harder than you ever had before, savouring every teasing of pre cum that dripped out of him, feeding off every moans, every hiss, the feel of his hand holding the back of your head as you did so.

“Oh shit-“ He didn’t even get to finish his sentence, his warning was not needed, you wanted him to finish on your tongue.

His whole body thrust up off the bench as he released himself with a violent moan of our ecstasy.

You savoured his cum on your tongue until you caught his attention, when you did you played with it a little, wanting him to see just how much he gave to you before your swallowed it whole.

Once his high had lessened you stood up, expecting him to join you to leave the gym.

“Where are you going?” He called after you.

“Home?”

“No, we still have 15 minutes left of our workout.” You pouted once again, rolling your eyes. “Don’t think just because you got what you wanted that you will get out of making sure I am in the best shape this year.”

“You’re so mean, Lewis.”

“Not mean, determined…and it’s Daddy to you.”

Your fingers slipped between his, pinning him to the bed as you straddled him.

He was inside of you but you held still, leaning forward to kiss him.

As your tongues danced, you squeezed him a few times, tasting the sound of his soft groan as you worked him up a little more.

“I really need to cum, Lewis.” You mumbled into his mouth between kisses.

“Use me, baby. Use my dick to make you cum, please.”

His voice was laced with his strong need to please every need you had.

You nibbled on his bottom lip just before you rose up on him, sitting tall as you felt him hit deep inside of you.

Your hands pressed down on his tattooed body as you began to rock on him, you liked to imagine you were holding him down but if he really wanted to he could have lifted you up with ease.

Every single movement you made was selfish, you didn’t care about his pleasure, only yours.

Lewis groaned, placing his hands on your thighs instinctively.

“No touching.” You hissed and his hands fell back with side of his head.

He had the most perfect dick to ride, so big he hit every single spot you needed him to with very little effort on your part.

“You look so fucking hot when you ride me, Baby. So…so…perfect.”

Lewis’ words were escaping his lips without thought, his feelings for you so strong he couldn’t help it.

He felt the familiar twinge inside of you, the unsteadiness of your movement as your orgasm drew close.

“Tell me what you’re feeling, Baby.” His hand traced down your stomach until his thumb landed on your clit, this time you let him play with you.

“I’m so close, Lewis.” Your hands left his body to move to your own, squeezing your tits as you rocked yourself to the edge.

“Mm, I know. Tell me how my dick feels inside of you.”

“So so big, so big it stretches me out…” Your sentence broke with a moan, his thumb brushing your clit was making the intensity grow rapidly. “Fuck, Lewis. Your dick drives me crazy.”

If you had the ability to think clearly, unmasked of ecstasy, you would have told him in fancier words, but you didn’t. All you could think about was the knot that built inside of you.

“Use it, Baby. Squeeze my dick so tight as you cum all over it.”

Lewis knew those words would push you over the edge and he was right, you threw your head back as your orgasm crashed down all through your body.

“Ugh…that’s it, soak my dick Baby.”

You fell forward into his ready arms as you rode the final waves of ecstasy.

Lewis soothed you back down with ever so soft kisses as he firmed the pulsating of your walls smothering his dick.

“Sorry…” You giggled, feeling immediately guilty that he didn’t get to cum too.

“Don’t be, your orgasms are my priority.” He nudged your chin up so he could taste your lips once more. “But in a few minutes, it’s my turn to be selfish. I’m going to take you from behind, so hard I’ll have you screaming. That okay?”

“Yes, Daddy.” You nuzzled into the crook of his neck once more, savouring the last few minutes before your guaranteed second orgasm.

He was so used to being able to touch you, you could feel the absolute torture he was in as he rolled his body as close to you as possible.

“Please, baby…” He whimpered.

“No.” You rocked on his incredibly hard but covered dick to please only yourself as you teased your tongue around the most sensitive spot on his neck. “Painful isn’t it? To want something so badly, yet it’s completely out of your reach.”

“Very, I’m sorry…I won’t do it again, I promise…” He was desperate, you rarely saw him so vulnerable, something about it made you tingle with a mix of power and excitement.

“After tonight, you definitely won’t.” You giggled as you rocked harder, his eyes rolled back as you touched him just enough for him to feel but no where near enough for it to feel good.

“Baby I just wanna be inside of that tight little pussy, so warm, so wet…your pussy is just perfect.” His voice was so soft, so filled with desire you couldn’t help but warm a little.

“Tell me more, tell me how I feel.”

“Incredible, Baby. You fit around me like that pussy was literally made for my dick, nothing or no one makes me feel the way you do.”

“Mhm, carry on…”

You had picked up the pressure, you could feel how much his dick was throbbing underneath you, you were certain he was ready to burst.

“Fuck baby, please. Just put me inside of you, I won’t even move, I just need to feel you.” His eyes had darkened, his desperation becoming more obvious by the second. “I’m so hard it hurts, please.”

You took pity on him, a little. Mainly because all of this torture was also torture for you too, you loved the way he felt inside of you. You pulled him out of his shorts, his hands still tied to the bed, the tip of his dick dripping with pre cum.

“Oh fuck…” Lewis groaned as he finally felt your walls around him. “Don’t move, don’t move.”

You didn’t, but that didn’t matter. From the feel of your pussy alone, Lewis came hard underneath you, groaning in a way that only told you how frustrated he was with himself.

“Oops.” You giggled.

“Shit.” Lewis rolled his eyes. “I guess I don’t need to tell you with words anymore, that’s what you do to me.”

You tied the silk cloth at the back of his head, just tight enough to make sure it wouldn’t loosen without permission before you moved around the chair where he was sitting, your face inches from his.

“This is going to be fun.” You giggled at the sight of Lewis tied to the chair, about to be more restricted and more vulnerable than he ever had been before.

“Go easy on me, Baby.” He pleaded, his dark eyes bore into yours.

“No, I don’t think I will.” You whispered as you pulled the blindfold down, covering the eyes you loved so much. “Relax, I promise to make you feel good.”

The words you uttered were words only familiar in his voice but now the tables had turned, now you had the power and you were free to do what you liked with him.

His whole body shivered as you licked from the base of his neck to his ear, sucking on his ear lobe just enough to make him squirm in his seat.

“You like it when I suck you, don’t you Daddy?” You whispered in his ear.

He groaned, you hadn’t even touched him really and he was already weakened by you.

“Yes Baby, I love it.” His voice hitched in his throat, a sure sign he was struggling already, it only spurred you on more.

You moved down his body, running your fingers across his chest until you had both hands wrapped around his dick whilst you knelt in front of him.

“Mmm, already dripping for me Daddy…I don’t want to waste it.”

“Shit.” Lewis hissed as your tongue licked across the slit, tasting every drop of precum that had glistened along it.

You twisted your hands, working them in different directions as you placed soft kisses on the tip of his dick.

His legs shook, his mouth let out the softest moans as he you completely overwhelmed him with very little at all.

“Baby please I’m gon-“ He began to plead with you and you already knew where this was going.

You stopped and rose up from your knees, placing a kiss on his lips that lingered just a little.

“Not yet. Daddy only gets to cum when I say tonight.”

You heard him groan again, his body stiffened a little as he held himself back whilst you slowly rolled your lips down his length.

You wondered how long he would last, having had your self control tested so many times by Lewis, you wanted to test his now too.

You didn’t go easy on him at all, within seconds you could tell that all of his senses were in overdrive and what he was feeling now was so much more intense than anything he had ever felt before.

As you took him all the way down the back of your throat, your nose buried in the little tufts of curly hair at his base, he let out an extended moan. You held him there for as long as possible before you could hold your gag reflex back no more, spitting him out as you gasped for air.

“Hearing you gag is the most perfect sound.” He purred. You knew if you could see his eyes right now all you would see would be love.

“You should make me gag again then, Daddy.” You teased as you worked him with your hand for a moment.

“I wouldn’t tease if I were you, the moment these ties are off, I will make you regret it beautiful.” His words made you tingle so much you had to roll your hips to shake it off.

Deep enthusiastic sucks, a pace faster than you ever had before, your jaw aching from all of the work but that didn’t matter, all that mattered was the guttural groans that spewed constantly from his lips as you worked him.

The first sign of how close he was came when his thighs stiffened around you, his whole body twitching in his seat. You took him deep into your throat once more, it took a mere second for you to gag this time.

“Oh fuck.” He hissed.

“Do you need to cum Daddy?” You rolled your hand up and down his length to keep him on edge as you caught your breath.

“Yes, Baby.”

“Beg me, beg me to make you cum.”

“Careful, I will make you pay for this, my love.” Lewis growled.

“I know you will…beg me.”

“Fuck…” He groaned, his whole body twitching once more. “Please…please let me cum, Baby.”

If you had more strength you would have revelled in hearing him plead for release, something that you only ever did, but you didn’t. You wanted him to cum.

It took only a few more sucks to send him over the edge and into a state of pure euphoria as he released a heavy load into your mouth, his whole body shaking, his mouth chanting a mix of profanity and animalistic moans as he did so.

His orgasm was so intense that he did not stop letting out little moans as the after effects ripped through his body until you were up on your feet, standing behind him to untie his blindfold first and then his hands.

The moment he was free he stood up and grabbed your wrists, those eyes you loved so much were looking at you with pure menace.

“Did that feel good Daddy?” You dared to ask.

Lewis smiled for a moment, before he kissed you, sucking your bottom lip as he let go.

“You know I love that pretty little mouth of yours…” He paused. “But that pretty little mouth is also the reason why you’re going to be in the bedroom, naked and waiting patiently to be put over my knee in the next five minutes.”

With your legs pulled up around his hips, his hand held you to the bed by your throat, every stroke was weighted with every intention to keep you on the edge of orgasm for as long as he could hold back his own.

“Look at me.” Lewis growled as your eyes drifted into a roll, it was impossible to keep them open when your whole body was so overstimulated. “Focus on who is making you feel this good.”

Lewis brought his hand up from around your throat to find either side of your lips, forcing you to look at him.

“You like it when I’m rough with you, don’t you?”

His already dark eyes were somehow now even darker as he fed off of finally being able to take you to a place he hadn’t dared before.

You nodded, it was the only way you could respond right now.

“I always knew you would be such a good little slut for me as soon as I fucked you like you deserve.” Still holding your face, his fingertips digging into your skin harshly, he kissed you with so much force you were barely able to respond. “Be a Good Girl and open that pretty little mouth wide for Daddy.”

You did as you were told, opening up your mouth as your tongue slid over the bottom instinctively. 

“Look at you, the perfect little cum slut already…is that what you want, Baby? You want Daddy to cum all over that tongue?” 

You could only nod again, every stroke kept you right at the peak of your orgasm but never once pushing you over. 

Lewis did something you did not expect, he dribbled a little of his saliva so it slowly dripped onto your tongue, before his patience ran out and he spat in your mouth. You responded by swallowing it, of course. 

He groaned as he took in the sight of you, your eyes wide and full of anticipation of his next move, your lips plump and still apart as you waited for him to surrender your high. 

Lewis’ head fell to the crook of your neck, his hands wrapping around your wrists to restrain you in a new way, as he buried his dick as deep as he possibly could. 

“You will get what you want, Baby.” He nibbled on your sweet spot. “But first, I want to cum inside of you.” 

Lewis loves to hear you tell him exactly what you need from him.

He is way too eloquent for a simple ‘use your words’, he much prefers finding other ways to make you tell him.

He knows the power he has over you, he knows that even though he’s barely touched you at all this evening, he has you worked up into a mess just by lightly kissing you, all over your body.

The kisses linger just next to all of your sweet spots, you like to be kissed on a certain part of your neck so he will make sure to kiss everywhere but that spot, enjoying the way you hold your breath in anticipation, only for the deepest sigh when he moves right past it.

His lips trail down your collarbone, just enough contact so you can feel it but almost none at all, until he gets to your breasts.

His tongue traces the outline of your areola before he runs a very wet tongue around your nipple, instead of hooking it so he could suck like he normally would, he blows air onto the wet he left just to send a shiver through your whole body.

Your sweet little groan drives him on more, he knows what you want but until you say it, you won’t get it.

The trail of kisses leaves nothing untouched, apart from the one place you need it most, the place that is dripping for him, he can see that as he pays attention to the inside of both of your thighs.

His mouth moves closer and closer to your middle, your hips rock, you try desperately to reach his tongue but it’s no use, he only chuckles at your desperation.

“Mmm, please.” You groan out, frustrated.

“Oh so she speaks?”

Lewis talks deliberately inches away from where you ache for him, he wants you to feel his breath wash over where you need him.

“Please Lewis…please.”

“You can do better than that, babe.” His tongue tickles the part in between where your upper thigh and your core meets. “If you don’t ask, you don’t get.”

“Lewis…I really need…please”

He dares to move in closer, sticking to your mound with his kisses, he’s so close yet so far.

“Babe I can do this for hours, you know I only deal with direct requests.” He draws his tongue down, stopping right before he hits your clit. “Don’t be shy, tell me what you want.”

You throw an arm across your eyes as if to cover you whilst you feel incredibly vulnerable.

“Please, I need you to lick…” his tongue tracing the softest circles on your clit pauses your sentence. “Lick my pussy, please.”

“Good girl.” He sucks your clit up onto his tongue, sending your whole body into an arch as you moan out. “Now, tell me how I’m making you feel…every step of the way…”

The tension before a race in his drivers room was always palpable. He was very strict on the no sex until after a race, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to because he absolutely did.

“Lewis, what are you doing?” You squealed as he rid you of your clothes until you were left in nothing but your bra and panties. “I thought we’re not allowed to do this until after?”

“We’re not…” He lifted you up so effortlessly, laying you down on the massage table he had in the centre of his room. “That doesn’t mean I don’t get to play with your body.”

Your legs wrapped over his thighs as he pulled you into him a little, you could already feel he was half hard, you knew what was about to happen would be just torturous.

His hands grabbed at your waist, massaging his fingers into your skin with a certain pressure to it as he worked your muscles with intensity.

He massaged every inch of you, apart from the places you needed it most.

You tried rocking your hips slyly, the now fully hard tip of his dick brushed over the damp patch on your panties and he froze, holding your leg in the air as he shot you a look.

“What did I say?” His voice was stern.

“But…you want to as well, I can feel it.” Your brat voice in full form.

Lewis didn’t answer you, instead he placed a trail of kisses that began at your ankle and made their way all down the inside of the leg he held up in the air.

The closer he got to the place that aches for him, the more you lost control, your breathing became shallow with anticipation, your hips rocked uncontrollably.

He stopped. He pulled away from you as he got so close the seam of your panties brushed his top lip.

“You’re right, I want nothing more than to stretch that pussy out.” He had such a devilish look in his eyes. “But, no sex before a race.”

He placed your leg down and slid out from his seat, turning away from you completely.

“Lewis…” You pleaded with a desperate strain in your words.

“One more chance, Baby.” He turned to look back at you. “You have one more chance to be a good girl and make this easier for me.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then there will be no sex until after Imola.”

Knowing that race was three weeks away made your decision to behave an easy one.

We all know how intense Lewis is when he is into something, don’t we?

Once he brought you into his world, and I don’t mean his everyday, I mean the world in which he can completely lose himself, lose his ego, lose everything that makes him who he is. 

The world in which he is free to explore his deepest and darkest desires, safely of course. 

He knew you were ready to be introduced to more extreme play than the normal rough play he gave you just by how much longer it took for you to find your subspace than the average woman he had been with. 

Lewis knew you needed more, you just didn’t know it yet. 

He would tell you to take a couple days off, to pack an overnight bag, and to meet him at his house early in the morning. 

“But why? Where are we going?” You’d ask him, naturally. 

“Nowhere you have ever been before.” 

Lewis would have spent the previous night before planning your day meticulously. If he was going to open your eyes to a whole new world, he had to make sure it was perfect. 

He would greet you at the door, taking your bag from your hand as he leant in to kiss your cheek. 

He would lead you to his bedroom and strip you down to your lingerie, without yet kissing your lips. 

He would turn you around, purposefully, so whilst he finally kissed you, you would be able to spot the newly fitted restraints around his bed, along with the carefully crafted selection of toys he had placed on his table in the corner of his room. 

He would be gentle with you at first, before he brings some light hair pulling, a little light spanking as he warms you up. 

“Are you ready to really submit to me?” He would whisper in your ear, you would nod. “For the next 24 hours, your body, your mind, all of your decisions, will be under my control.” 

Lewis would spend a whole day taking you in and bringing you back out of Subspace, over and over again, playing with the fragility of your mind as he revelled in the power he had over you. 

Neither one of you knew how you ended up in this position, Lewis naked with his back pressed up against your chest, your hand oiled up and working his throbbing dick.

His groans were plentiful, loud and unforgiving. He was completely at your mercy but surprisingly, it was driving him wild.

“That feel good, babe?” You hummed into his ear, using your voice as another weapon against him.

“So fucking good, don’t stop…please.”

Your hand worked faster, your grip tighter as you rolled your hand up and down on his dick.

With your other hand, you brushed up his chest to hold his throat just lightly, pulling his ear closer to your lips so you could nibble on his lobe.

“Are you going to cum for me?”

“Yes…so close…please.”

You did something you had never done before, you brought him right to the edge, feeling how his body tensed on top of you, before you let go of him completely.

His dick throbbed, it was as if it was trying to force the orgasm out of him, but to no use.

Lewis changed expletives as his almost high lessened.

“Baby, please…I really need to cum.”

You had never seen him in such a vulnerable state, so completely helpless to your every touch, it was making your core ache but you wanted more.

You tightened your grip around his throat a little more, before you placed a kiss on his cheek.

“Beg me…beg me to make you cum, Lewis.”

He sighed so deeply before he nuzzled his cheek into your lips once more, he was so very weak yet he had never looked hotter.

“Please. Please let me cum, Baby. I really need to…please.”

His pleas could definitely use some work, it was evident this was his first time having to ever beg, but you gave in anyway.

You started out slowly as you worked him with your hand, but watching his whole body move in time with your motions made it so you quickly found a pace that drew out constant moans from his lips.

You felt his body twitch, his hips thrust up into your hand, he was on the edge again and you had the power to let him release, or hold him back once more.

“Please, Baby…”

His pathetic whimper swayed your mind, you wanted to see him explode just as much as he wanted to feel it.

“Cum for me. I want you to drip down my fingers, Daddy…”

You knew it was your use of Daddy when he was at your mercy that caused the biggest eruption within him you had ever seen.

He came so very hard. His dick dripping down your fingers, just as you had ask, coating them in endless reams of it.

“Mmm, that’s it. You look so pretty when you cum, Daddy.” You used the words he had used on you so many times before as you allowed him to ride out his high in your hand whilst you nibbled at his exposed neck.

#i- #error 404 #computer start up noises #no words #just read it #read it all #lh

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#my heart has exploded #tw

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this energy after today's race >>>

( seeing him so happy after today's race is making me go all mushy and crying wholesome tears i love him )

#i missed this #dr

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🥺;

#youre killing sir #tw

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MICK HAS 12 POINTS!!!!!!!!!!! 2 WEEKS AGO MICK HAD 0 POINTS AND NOW he HAS T W E L V E (12)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! POINTS!!!!!!!!!!!

#Hes doing it!! #ms

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MICK SCHUMACHER’s 2022 British GP  ⇉ a summary

✅ tug of war with Roscoe 🐶 ✅ “you’re doing amazing sweetie!” 🤳 @ Seb ✅ geeking out over old cars 🏎 ✅ POINTS! POINTS! POINTS! POINTS! 4 POINTS! ✅ 🍾 showers from big sis Gina and the team ✅ hugs!! 🤗 all the hugs for Mick points!! ✅ MIKA???

#mick schumacher #ms

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Celebrations🥳🥳

#all the kisses #all the love #all the points #ms

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y’all

#oof #my chest hurts #sv #ms

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:)

#this is the biggest success story of the weekend #zg

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British Grand Prix '22

#this is beautiful #im crying so what #sv #ms

[icemanhoneybadger]

when you criticize your only race winning driver of the last decade and then 1) realize the car is shit, 2) your prodigal son of indy car is on track to achieve none of the super license points necessary to drive an f1 car, 3) your team principle contradicts you by saying in 20 years he’s never seen a driver perform better because of public criticism and 4) if you got rid of the most marketable driver on the grid all mclaren’s sponsorship money would dry up faster than your pussy  so you have to meekly walk it back

#tumblr user f1vegas you should be a f1 journalist #<fact #mclaren #dr